Ch. 3: Underwear Perversion

The hike started out fairly well, nothing to really worry about until they came to the boundaries of the Forbidden Forest. This did not set well with Draco as he remembered the horrors that lay beneath it's tranquil exterior. This led to his blatant refusal to venture any further.

"I'm not going in there! Those freakish beasts will eat me!"

Serenity took this time to prey upon his fears a bit as she quietly sidled up to him from behind. Wrapping a long arm around his neck, she directed his gaze towards hers with her hand, locking eyes with him.

"You don't go in, mate; and I'll have to stay here with you..." she whispered sadistically.

Malfoy's eyes widened with terror, his face draining of any color it had possessed before. His legs locked, refusing to run as the rest of his body trembled with her words. She was large, and her presence was immense. That, topped by her assumed lack of mental stability made her quite intimidating.

"I know what you've got in that pretty little trunk of yours, mate. I'm not above revealing everything. You and I are gonna have a little chat during this hike. From now on, you'll be my 'special friend'," she hissed.

A shout to keep up by Lupin put the two back on track, still staying slightly behind as they entered the Forest. Although day had since broken, the area was as black as night, sending a foreboding message to those brave enough to enter. For this reason, and to keep Draco from bolting, she kept her arm around his shoulders as she gently guided him.

"A little faerie, aren't you? Stealin' 'Arry's underwear and all... Shameful business, isn't it? Wot you do wi' it? You hide it in your trunk, that's wot. So, wot is it really that gets you turned on, eh?"

The pale boy whimpered something unintelligable, eyes darting around with fear that someone would hear them. Serenity had kept her voice low, though, and she knew that even if someone did hear, they'd most likely take it as a bluff and threat.

The group ahead had stopped to observe a rather large man-eating plant. The Aussie girl suddenly thrust Malfoy into a nearby bush, a hand over his mouth as her body pressed him tightly against a tree.

"How do ya' do it? How do ya' get it wi'out him knowing? Wot's your secret, mate?"

Her eyes were hungry with a powerful lust, which scared Malfoy even more. She was nuts; completely and totally out of her mind.

"At night," he whispered hoarsly, "when he's asleep. I grab them from the pile beside his bed. Why?"

"Mate, I adore your little faerie ways. That plan may work on 'Arry, but wot about...a professor?"

"A professor? What...Who?"

Her green orbs flashed around to make sure they weren't being followed. Apparently, Neville had gotten his arm caught by the plant and was now being flung about and causing enough ruckus that the two of them wouldn't be heard.

"Snape... I want 'is undies."

Malfoy was about to shout when Serenity's hand clamped tightly around his mouth. When he'd finally calmed down, she removed it, her face grave.

"I know wot you're thinkin' and I know it's not exactly proper, but the man's gorgeous; a real beauty if you will. I'm willin' to make you a deal. If you help me steal his underwear, that little shrine in your trunk will stay a secret, alrigh'?"

"You want me to help you steal Professor Snape's underwear? That's crazy! So what if you tell them I've got a shrine to Harry in my trunk? You'll still be caught stealing his underwear and be shamed," he bluffed.

"You're right, mate; but I know a thousand ways to seduce a man, even a faerie like you. If you expose me, I'll take you and have you for hours on end. I especially like it when they try to run. That's when I get to use my whips, an' I love blood-sports."

She ran her fingertips gently down his forehead and nose, ending lightly on his lips.

"What say you, little boy? Will you teach me?"

Draco was certain that if she touched him one more time he'd flood his pants. He knew deep down that she wasn't bluffing and there was nothing left for him to do but agree to help her. After all, no one could know about his shrine. He didn't even know how she knew, but he figured that she'd keep her word.

"Alright, I'll help; but not because I want to," he muttered.

He squealed slightly as he felt her hand tighten around his crotch slightly before releasing it, leaving him standing in a puddle of his own piss.

"Let's see something, now... Wot color does the faerie wear 'neath 'is robes?" she hissed, flinging them up.

"Red an' black lace? Nice," she smiled, lowering them.

With that, she turned and walked away, leaving him to stand there while she went off to help tend to Neville's wounds. The plant had been subdued, but it had left several long gashes in the boy's arm.

A sudden rustle behind him found him bolting behind her, sprinting to catch up. For the rest of the day he'd stay with her, afraid to leave lest she decide to expose him. He'd have to change his panties later.

((Credit for Malfoy's underwear fetish and Harry trunk shrine go to the Vampire Sephy. She totally owns that idea, not I. I just wanted to let you know I'm not stealing it, 'cuz I'm not. Ilove you, Sephy! throws cookies and Snape Nuggets at her ))