The sexual escapades of Draco Malfoy

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING. No characters, no plot...

Author: Silver7772

Translator: James Black

Beta Reader: Mindy (Thank you!!!)

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Chapter 1
The Diary

Fortunately, as a prefect in Slytherin you have your own bedroom. That alone makes the effort worthwhile. After such a stressful but successful day the imaginary of all the ruckus in the common room would be unacceptable. How could one gather his thoughts?

Draco was really happy for the option to be undisturbed if he wanted to and enjoyed nobody messing up his stuff, nobody borrowing things without asking and nobody hogging the bathroom. So he could unhurriedly learn, read, or just think, or write in his diary, like he was doing at the moment.

Draco had written in a diary since he was a kid. It helped him to order his thoughts, rethink some things and... well, to make notes of his 'captures'. Especially the latter. The detailed memories of his sexual philandering filled page upon page of the black, leather bound book.

Only his best friends knew about it and some, like his best friend Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson and a few more would have given anything to catch a glimpse of it, but this was possible only in their dreams. Draco knew exactly how curious his friends were, and because rumours about his sex life would have spread very fast in Hogwarts, he carried his diary with him at all times.

The blond leaned back and relaxed in the dark green armchair and wrote the date in the corner of his diary. Just as he was about to start writing about the fifth year Ravenclaw he had fucked after the potions class (he had to grin at the thought), the door was suddenly pushed open.

"What are you thinking, disturbing me at a time like this and not even knocking, Parkinson?"
"Sorry, Draco Darling..."
"Don't call me that! What do you want?"
"Snape wants a word with you. I have no clue why." Pansy shrugged and tried to ignore the retort, which seemed to be difficult for her.
"I hope it's important." Draco said with an annoyed voice and left towards Snape's room without paying any attention to Pansy.

She stood, offended, in the doorway because of the snappish reply.

"Why does he ignore me?" She asked herself, not noticing that she had spoken out loud.
"He has shagged pretty much everyone else! You can count the ones he hasn't had in bed on one hand!" Pansy was so angry that she could have cried. "And me! What's wrong with me? I tried forever to make him realise that we are meant for each other, but he doesn't see it!"

Slowly she calmed down and looked around the room. It seemed that Draco hadn't paid attention to the fact that she was still in his room as he left, either he had thought she would leave after he was gone or was just too preoccupied to care.

Surely, he wouldn't be back so soon. Snape would keep him at least fifteen minutes. With a smile on her face, she let herself fall on Draco's bed. A few minutes she was lost in a daydream and forgot that she was angry. But as she looked around the room again, she discovered a small, black leather bounded book in the armchair.

"No, it couldn't be... He wouldn't..."
She had to know. Pansy flipped the book open and began to read a random page.

"19th April - Today we played Quidditch and of course won against Hufflepuff. What I wouldn't do, just to make it half as easy against Gryffindor.
Ernie McMillan glanced at me curiously during the game, only one or two times, but it was obvious enough. That's why I took my time in the changing rooms and didn't get into the shower until all others were gone. Suddenly, he was behind me, asking if he could wash my back. I told him he could. He acted all romantic and said idiotic things like 'I have desired you for a long time,' 'I dream every night of you' and 'You're so handsome' (he's right).
Then I turned to him and asked if he would like it if his dreams became true. He grinned and turned around. And I have to say, I hadn't had such good sex for a long time... since yesterday (that's a VERY long time). First I took him from behind on the floor, hard, fast and brutal. I came, and shortly after, he did too. I took advantage of him again, this time from ahead, slower and tenderly. It was OK. He asked me if he could see me again. I just said, "In your dreams." It wasn't too bad, I might shag him again. Next week, maybe..."

Pansy stood there, mouth open wide, staring into space. Thousands of thoughts flew through her mind, and at the same time she didn't know what to think. What should she think of it? On the one hand, she was turned on by the hot sex Draco had written of, but on the other hand she wanted it to be her who washed Draco's back, whispered romantic words in his ear and who had the best sex of her life on the floor of the Slytherin changing room with him. Damn that McMillan! The feeling of jealousy grew, and yet she couldn't put the book down. With shaking fingers, she turned the page.

"22th April - Tonight I was in Hogsmeade with Blaise. Finally, we had the time to use the new secret passageway that we discovered recently. It was so easy. Nobody noticed it. Hogsmeade was great. We were in the Hogshead because nobody would pay attention to two underage wizards buying alcohol. After that we went to a disco, we drank till we couldn't see straight anymore. Blaise asked me to dance and so we did. Eventually, they played a slower song and he hugged me and began to feel me up. His hands glided down my back till they reached my ass. First I found it weird, that my best friend was groping me, but somehow I liked it. Now that I think about it, Blaise is really hot. I told him how gorgeous I thought he was and kissed him - long, hot and passionate - in the middle of the dance floor. Then he pulled me into a room in the back of the disco and pressed me against the wall. We kissed for half an hour, everywhere, on the lips, on the neck, on the chest, the nipples, all the while throwing our clothes on the ground. Then he got down on his knees in front of me (Gods, he looked so amazing there) and he unbuttoned my pants. He licked my head with the tip of his tongue and then over my whole cock, then swallowed me whole. It was so unbelievable, I thought I would die if he didn't move faster, and then he did. And he was good! I never thought Blaise could make me so crazy. I think tomorrow I will..."

Furiously, Pansy closed the book. "Blaise! Damn it! Even with Blaise!" All the while boiling with rage, tears rolled down her face. She tried to think of something she could do now, something to vent her anger but she couldn't grab a clear thought, she was to upset at the moment. There were thoughts of revenge but they weren't enough for her. On the one hand she wanted to pay Draco back for all he had done to her. He ignored her advances and instead he went to have a go with McMillan, or his best friend. But on the other hand she loved him and she couldn't... No, she couldn't do that...

Suddenly she heard footsteps. She took the diary, threw it into her bag and ran up the stairs to her own bedroom. She couldn't risk staying in Draco's any longer. No, she couldn't do any of the torture she first thought of to her darling Draco, but she couldn't ignore the situation just as little as could ignore the diary she read, either. She just couldn't. She decided to calm down and maybe then she could think of something appropriate.

Until then, she wanted to keep the book for further research. Unfortunately, under her bed wasn't a good enough hiding place...

To be continued...