Draco Malfoy was a highly esteemed aristocrat, and well, he had a problem.
He quickly hurried to the bathroom after a brief encounter with the famous, handsome Harry Potter. He entered the stall and immediately placed a spell to silence his upcoming actions. He knew he would be absolutely horrified if anyone caught him, Draco Malfoy, exiting a stall where such sounds had been admitted.
Draco locked the door and with a sigh sat down on the seat. He'd just been changing after Quidditch and he'd run into Potter and his horribly nice body. He seriously did not have the time for this but as with all hormonal young men he had to get it out of his system.
He unzipped his pants slowly and began to clench his muscles. He felt something move in his insides and he groaned. Images of The-Boy-Who-Lived were flashed before his eyes, he let out a throaty moan. He was close, he could feel it.
Then it came, pleasure rippled through his body as- PLOP! Finally the turd was out.