13 Titillating Conversations
That night Draco couldn't sleep, whether it was from his troubled thoughts or the something else he didn't know. So finally after tossing and turning for several hours he tossed the covers aside and pulled on Harry's invisibility cloak.
He walked aimlessly not thinking about anything for a while until he found himself in an unfamiliar corridor. He ran his hand along the wall as he cautiously searched for a door or a window. When he found a room he discovered he was in a tower, one that hadn't seen anything but the odd house elf every now and again for quite some time.
He made his way to the window and settled onto the window seat, pulling of the cloak. The next thing he knew the sun was coming up over the horizon.
Stretching Draco realized that his father, he smiled at the thought, and everyone else would probably be worried about him, that is if they were even up yet.
The invisibility cloak however lay in a forgotten heap on the dusty floor.
*
It took Draco almost 20 minutes to find his way to familiar territory. When he did he ran into Vince.
He looked nervous seeing Draco in the hall, 'isn't it a bit early for you to be up Draco?' he asked, sounding anxious.
Draco smirked, 'I could ask you the same thing Vince.' They stood in silence for a minute before Draco smirked, 'well as titillating as this conversation is I really must be going.' He moved to walk by Vince who took the opportunity to shove Draco into the wall.
'What the fuck, Crabbe?' Draco shouted angrily but before he could say anything else Draco's world went black.
*
Draco woke to someone delivering a vicious kick to his kidneys. The second thing he noticed was that he was in the forest.
Great, he thought sneering to himself.
'Oh good you're awake,' Pansy sneered from her place on a rock where she was sitting, her legs crossed at the knees.
Vince delivered another kick to Draco, this time his abdomen. He curled up in pain, clutching at his stomach.
'Did you really think you were safe with the Weasel and Weaselette gone?' Pansy asked with mock concern.
Draco only glared at the girl as he tried to search for his wand as discreetly as he could.
Pansy slithered of the rock and crouched in front of Draco, 'looking for this?' She asked, fingering his birch wand suggestively, though it made Draco want to vomit. Everything about Pansy made him want to vomit, so the feeling was nothing new.
He snarled at her and tried to snatch the wand from her but she moved away with a laugh. Vince kicked him in the ribs. Draco was positive something cracked.
As Vince continued to physically beat Draco while Pansy would cast various hexes and curses.
'Crabbe stop,' she called out after Vince had stepped on his arm snapping the bone. He looked up her expectantly.
She rolled Draco so he was lying on his back, he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out as bones ground against broken bones. To Vince's astonishment and Draco's horror she undid Draco's pants.
'Pansy what are you doing?' Vince asked baffled.
She grinned evilly at first Draco then Vince, 'Having a different sort of fun.' She pulled Draco's limp penis from his pants and began to stroke it almost caringly. 'It only takes the right kind of stimulation.'
Draco closed his eyes in horror as it began to harden. Vince laughed uproariously as Draco wished it wouldn't respond. It was half hard and Pansy growled in frustration when it wouldn't harden further.
'Ferreus Molior,' she pointed her wand at Draco's cock and Draco cut of the whimper as his cock hardened fully, almost painfully. Vince had to lean against the tree.
Pansy moaned blissfully as she sank down onto Draco's cock. Draco fought desperately against the tears as he cursed his body for responding, for betraying him.
'I've always wanted you Draco, you knew that but you always pushed me away. If you had only paid attention, we wouldn't be here now.' She asked before she slammed down onto him, her nails digging into his chest.
Thankfully it didn't take long for her to bring both of them off. Draco lay in the grass staring lifeless at nothing. Vince had begun to rub the front of his pants, 'you know I've always wanted to fuck his pretty little ass.'
Pansy cackled as Vince flipped Draco over like a rag doll and using a minimal amount of spit as lube he thrust brutally into Draco. Draco could handle this he had been Voldemort's plaything after all. This was child's play. After Vince had tucked his spent cock into his pants he continued his viscous assault on Draco. Pansy cast a few more spells in an almost bored fashion.
'Let's go Crabbe, we're done here.' She announced as she headed back through the forest toward the school.
With one last savage kick to Draco's face Vince followed Pansy like an obedient puppy.
Draco let himself fall into blissful darkness as his blood soaked the ground beneath him.
*
He could feel the distress but he couldn't find it.
A young one from the castle was in terrible danger, betrayed by his own.
*
Harry dropped down between Greg and Vince at the Slytherin table at lunch.
'You guys haven't seen Draco anywhere have you?' he asked looking at the 6th year Slytherins.
Vince grunted into his food, while both Millicent and Greg shook their heads.
'Nope sorry Harry, I thought he was with you,' Pansy replied, too sweetly.
Harry shook his head, 'I've been looking for him all morning, we can't find him anywhere.'
Pansy looked worried as she said, 'If I do see him, I'll tell him you were looking for him,' the others voiced their agreements.
'Thanks,' Harry replied standing. He headed back to Seamus, Neville and Hermione.
'They know something, at least Pansy and Vince do.' He stated as he sat down.
'How can you know that?' Hermione asked gently, not wanting to anger Harry.
He gave her a weak glare, 'I could smell him on them. It was faint like they tried to get rid of it with cleansing charms or something.' He replied, he was still getting use to this heightened smell thing.
'Well a cleansing smell can get rid of a smell it's a separate air freshening charm to get rid of the smell.' Hermione stated, getting weak glares from Seamus and Neville.
'There was something else,' Harry continued, 'it was tangy and bitter…' he thought about for a minute. Across from him Lavender gave herself a paper cut. 'Blood!' he exclaimed as the scent assailed his nose, the 'Draco's blood,' he hissed.
He stood then and with a nod to Remus and Severus led the other three bewildered Gryffindors from the hall. A few of the Slytherins watch the group in concern.
*
There blood and so much! He pushed himself to run faster, panting he arrived at a clearing where the blood was strongest. There in the middle of the clearing was a small pool of it, but no source of blood. He could smell something else now, something bitter, semen his mind registered. He almost cried out in horrified relief as he noticed drag marks leading away from the school. He could follow those easily.
*
'What is it Harry?' Remus asked as Severus warded the room.
'Pansy and Vince have done something to Draco,' Harry stated again.
'How do you know?' Severus asked, not doubting his son but curious as to how he figured that out in the 2 minutes he had spent in their presence earlier.
'Because,' Harry growled slightly frustrated, 'I could smell him on them. It was almost overwhelmed by the cleansing spells they had cast but it was there. Along with blood,' he looked directly into Remus' eyes, 'and sex.' The others gasped as Remus and Severus looked wide eyed at Harry.
'Go back to my room, all of you.' Severus stated, 'Remus go find Minerva.' Severus looked deadly.
'And what are you going to do?' Remus asked, almost warningly.
'I'm not going to kill anyone yet,' he replied too calmly.
The four Gryffindors led by Harry made their way to Severus rooms as Remus and Severus went back to the great hall were lunch was finishing.
Remus went directly to Minerva who was with Filius, they were still "discussing" the Quidditch match the week before. He whispered what he knew to her and she turned white before anger settled in her eyes she headed towards her office, Remus and Filius following her.
Severus, meanwhile was scanning the crowd for the two students in question. He found Vince easily enough, he was still stuffing his face at the table. Pansy however seemed to have disappeared.
'Do any of you know where Miss Parkinson is?' he asked her friends, barely keeping himself from growling. They all shook their heads no, except Greg.
'Yes sir, she had to visit the girl's room, she said she would be going outside, said it would be a waste of a day to spend it inside.'
'All of you follow me!' he snapped before turning on his heel and storming out, the students practically jumping out of his way. In the entrance hall he stopped, 'you three,' he pointed to Millie, Theo and Greg, 'go to my chambers. The others are there already.' He said less harshly than before.
'Yes sir,' the three chorused before rushing off, not wanting to be anywhere near their professor at the moment.
'Come with me,' Severus snarled at Vince, who was trembling.
Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap.
So according to the translating tool I used, Ferreus Molior is a Latin translation of Hard Erection. And if you haven't figured it out, it was invented in the late 1300's for woman to use on unwilling men to get them hard no matter the situation or condition of the man.