Malfoy and the Doubling Desire

It was Malfoy's thirty-fifth consecutive night in detention. He had been sentenced to detention for the remainder of the semester. However, it wasn't his fault this time. He remembered the night vividly. That fateful night. Dumbledore had stormed into the room to find that his longtime friend and token, ginger poor student had lost their lives. He shook in horror, but then turned to Malfoy.

"3,000 years in detention, Mr. Malfoy!" He screamed in a ballistic rage.

He then looked tenderly towards Harry.

"Oh Mr. Potter..." He said warmly. "Mr. Potter, I'm so sorry you've had to see this. Gryffindor shall receive 5 points for their troubles."

As he walked out, he spat in Malfoy's general direction.

"This is such bullshit" He thought.

He had known that there was a bias against students of Slytherin, but he didn't realize it was so severe. It was almost as bad as when his ENTIRE house was banished to the dungeon prior to the "final" battle with Voldemort. Even if they originally had been sent into the Room of Requirement it was still a solid reminder that the staff of Hogwarts was bigoted in one way or another. He appealed the decision to Snape who was once again acting as interim headmaster in the wake of Dumbledore's suicide.

"But. Of. Course." Snape agreed to Malfoy's objections. "I understand that Dumbledore did not appreciate the ways of our house. I shall lighten the punishment."

Unfortunately Snape must have had something up his ass as well because Malfoy ended up having to serve detention for the remainder of the year.

"It's so boring in here." He muttered.

There was no one to talk to. The remaining teachers were out on the grounds on high alert in order to try and hinder the epidemic of deaths that had occurred throughout the campus. It would have been nice if Malfoy had someone to talk to. Anyone. Then he remembered. He whipped out his wand. His actual one, not his dick. He didn't know if it would work on people, but it was worth a shot.

"Gemino!" He shouted while pointing the wand at himself.

Suddenly he felt ill. On his left side, he felt his flesh begin to tear. All of a sudden, a hand started to rip out of his own left hand. Soon his entire left side had the same sensation. The pain was intense, and he began to feel as if he was being torn in two as if he was hanging out with Buckbeak during mating season. He screamed in agony for no one to hear. Finally he collapsed, but there was something standing above him. He looked up to see a figure of perfection. Himself.

"W-who are you?" He asked in terror, evoking when he became more of a joke character and complete pushover for some of the later movies.

The doppelganger turned and smiled a wicked grin similar to when he was a cool dude in the earlier movies and a much lesser extent, the final ones.

"I'm you, you fool."

Malfoy looked down at his shaking hands to see there were no scars from the split.

"So, you're Malfoy Two?"

"No, Call me Dracdos." He smiled back.

Only someone like himself could come up with something incredibly clever like that. The name made him smile, and his boner began to tear up with precum.

"So, Dracdos. How would you like to see just how "functional" you are?"

Dracdos turned around, and shook his rear slightly.

"Like what you see, daddy?" He asked coyly.

Malfoy was at DEFCON 3 boner levels. He approached Dracdos, and grabbed at the rear of his trousers. He tore them open like how the troll tore the sink apart in his first year. Dracdos' buttocks were smooth and pale. They bulged out as they shone like a lumos spell in the dark dungeon. Malfoy smiled as he counted the five moles on his left buttock.

"Just like your father." He grinned proudly.

He pierced Dracdos' rectum with his index finger causing a deafening squelch. Once he made it to the knuckle of his hand, he slowly pulled it out. His finger was coated in a light brown, semi opaque liquid. Fuck yeah. He casually brushed it under his nose as if he was wiping something from his face, but he very loudly sniffed as he caught a whiff of that liquid treasure.

"Ahh. I know." He said while his eyes were closed in ecstasy.

He connected the moles on Dracdos' ass with the liquid on his finger, making a pentagram. He then licked the remaining liquid off his finger like he had just finished icing a cake.

"Are you ready?"

"Ready for what?" Dracdos asked while shaking his bum.

"For this dick" He said with clenched teeth as he violently shoved his basilisk into Dracdos' pipes.

"Whoah!" Dracdos shouted.

Malfoy slammed into Dracdos for sometime. At this point he had been thrusting for thirty uninterrupted minutes. Dracdos' sphincter constricted Malfoy's wand like Devil's Snare, but this snare wouldn't sulk in the sun.

"I didn't realize that my butthole was a room of requirement." Dracdos muttered while getting fucked violently.

"What do you mean?"

"Because my room requires some hot, glazed icing cum!" Dracdos yelled.

That was enough for Malfoy. His balls tensed. He felt that surge of pleasure shoot up and down his dick.

"Take this, you filthy Cum-Blood!" He said aggressively as his sticky goodness flooded the abandoned mineshaft that was Dracdos' crisp asshole.

Dracdos felt like a Twinkie that was being freshly made, and Malfoy was the metal nozzle injecting yummy icing in his spongecake. Malfoy retracted, and fell back onto the cold desert floor.

"Fucking awesome." He sighed.

Dracdos handed Malfoy a cigarette. As he lit up, his perfect copy began licking the cum, brown liquid, and trace amounts of blood off of his dick.

"You really slammed the shit out of this little Syltherin hard, didn't you?" Dracdos had his tongue out while enjoying his treat.

Malfoy grinned.

"I didn't think you'd be so tight. You were almost as tight as McGonagall's mouth."

Dracdos felt complemented, but knew that he'd have to try harder to impress his master. He slithered his tongue like a snake down Malfoy's wand, and went straight for his balls. He began sucking harder than Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. Malfoy felt his balls being pulled away from his body much like when Dracdos was born. It then struck Malfoy. Was it incest or masturbation? Either way he got incredibly hard again.

"You want another ride on the train?" Malfoy suggestively growled.

"I'm waiting on Platform 9 and 3 boners!" Dracdos replied.

Dracdos stood over Malfoy's wand, and clasped his hands as he squatted onto his dick once more. Somehow he had gotten even tighter. Malfoy's mind was being blown as hard as his nuts were earlier. It was as if there was a portkey in Dracdos' asshole that led his dick straight to a house elf's tight anus.

"Blast!" Malfoy exclaimed, not able to get any other words out.

Dracdos would not let up. He continued riding as hard as he possibly could while holding on to Malfoy's body as if he were Harry riding the cursed broom in his first Quidditch game.

"You gonna give me some more butterbeer?" Dracdos asked while bouncing on his dick.

"Can you handle this?"

Dracdos was so excited he started bouncing even harder and rougher than before. He felt his life accelerate.

"I don't think I can handle this!" He screamed out into the empty dungeon halls.

Unfortunately for Malfoy, he had forgotten the side effect of the Gemino curse. As he shot glowing, hot spunk into Dracdos' nether regions, he noticed that his clone had looked ill.

"Are you alright?" Malfoy asked, still cumming and visibly alarmed.

"It hurts, da-" Dracos moaned.

Dracdos began to melt and decay. Liquidy lumps of blood, organs, and flesh dripped on Malfoy's bare six pack. Malfoy lied in horror as he watched himself slowly melt all over his body. Soon he was covered in guts and flesh. He cleaned himself off, and dressed himself.

"What the fuck?" He muttered.

Malfoy realized then that being a wizard was stupid as shit, and he knew that the longer he stayed here the more likely he'd be in mortal danger.

He gathered his wizard gold, and exchanged them for a shitload of real people money. He then used that money to attend University, and became an accountant. He vowed to never use magic like that again.

One day Malfoy's long term girlfriend, Stacy was looking through his old things as they prepared to move to their new apartment in Miami Beach, Florida.

"Hey Drake, what's this?" She said while holding an old photograph.

Malfoy walked in, and took a seat in his beanbag chair. He pulled out some glasses from his cargo shorts, and adjusted the white fedora on his head. He took a sip of his freshly made Arnold Palmer. The ice in the glass clinked in a beautiful resonance as he settled in.

"What are you talking about, Stace?"

"This picture. Were you in some weird club or something?"

He looked at the photo to see a young Malfoy with other members of Slytherin. The photo didn't move because magic is dumb, and he had left that life behind.

"Nothing, babe. Nothing at all." He smiled nostalgically.

He got up after finishing his drink, and unbuttoned the top button of his Hawaiian shirt.

"Let's go, Stace. We're gonna miss the movie." He said while slipping on his Birkenstocks.

He tossed the photo into the loose box of wizard memorabilia. There was some cat hair scattered throughout, and a small vial of goop.

He lived a relatively happy life.