A/N: Sorry about the wait, blah blah blah. I'm off for the summer, so I think I'll be updating more. Anyway, here's the second chapter.
Draco woke up the next morning with smile on his face and a tent in his pants. He groaned. Last night all he could dream about was fucking Jaime. He didn't understand it. He had better fucks before, better orgasms, hell, he even had tighter women. But for some reason, Jaime was stuck in his brain.
'Stupid Muggle,' Draco thought as he released his hard cock from his boxers. He wrapped his hand around it and winced. 'That must have been some dream.'
He started pumping his cock, already feeling his shortness of breath. Slowly, at first, then he felt his balls tighten, and he started going faster. Faster. Faster. As fast as he can before he cried out in pleasure, hot sperm spraying on his hands, stomach, and boxers.
He grabbed his wand from the side table with his other hand. He swished it, and the mess disappeared. He sighed. He couldn't believe he just jacked off to a Muggle.
He got up and walked to the bathroom. It was half the size of his bathroom at home, but he couldn't expect more from Hogwarts. He turned it on the water, and stepped in. During his washings, he couldn't help but think about Jaime.
Why was she parading around in his mind? She was just a Muggle, no more than a lay. Then why could she not leave his thoughts.
Draco remembered his dream. Jaime had looked just the same as she had the other night. There had been in the same place, her bedroom. Yet something was different.
She had been on top. Not for long, but still. She was on top of him, slowly sliding up and down his prick. Her petite breasts being massaged in his hands. Draco shivered at the thought. He felt a twitch down below. He quickly changed his thoughts to what they would be serving for breakfast.
A while later, he stepped out of the shower and put a towel around his waist. He grabbed his wand and did a few morning spells, such as drying himself, styling his hair, brushing his teeth, etc.
Draco looked at himself in the mirror. Everyone could admit, Draco Malfoy was very good looking. He had pale and flawless skin. But also looked very fragile, like an antique. He had blonde, almost white hair, which was incredible soft. He had toned muscles, from Quiditch.
But the best part about him was his breathtaking, icy silver eyes. One look could turn you into butter. One stare could leave you shivering from head to toe. One glare could leave you shaking in your high tops.
He stood there admiring his good looks for quite some time, when the door to the bathroom flew open, and ran in a small, bushy haired girl. She ran passed Draco, and kneeled down in front of the toilet, instantly throwing up whatever her stomach could hold, into the bowl.
Draco was disgusted. How dare she just barge in her, and then make a mess of the bathroom? He realized that they did have to share the bathroom, but that doesn't mean she couldn't have waited. Typical behavior from a Muggleborn.
"Listen, Mudblood, could you take it somewhere else? I'm trying to get ready here, and your bile is stinking up the whole room." He said over her wretching noises.
After the girl finally stopped, she replied, sarcastically. "Believe me, Malfoy, the last thing I want is to disturb that very delicate nose of yours. But vomit isn't something you can control."
Malfoy finally noticed her then. She was wearing a tank top, and boy shorts, both very clad. He could even see the outline of her nipples through her shirt. He couldn't help but feel another twitch in his groin.
Granger noticed him staring. "You pervert," she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Draco gave her another disgusted look at this.
Hermione stood up and walked over to the sink. She turned on the tap and cupped some water in her hand. She quickly drank the cool liquid from her hand. She received yet another disgusted look from the Slitherin.
'She drinks water like the animal she is,' thought Draco.
"So the mud in your blood finally get to you?" He smirked.
Hermione gave him an annoyed look. "Why do you care?" She asked, leaning on the edge of the sink.
"I don't."
"Then don't ask." She said, storming out the bathroom. Draco watched her stomp out into her own bedroom and slamming the door.
"What's her problem?" he said to mirror self.
He decided to forget it and get ready for the day. He put on his school uniform and robes, and headed for the Great Hall for some delicious, elf made breakfast.
Draco walked into the Great Hall with a large smirk on his face. It was time for his payback. He sat down at his usual place at the Slytherin table.
Blaise looked up from his meal. "Hey mate. So how was your summer?" Blaise said, with a suggestive tone in his voice.
"You owe me 50 gallons." was Draco's reply, he smirk growing larger at Blaise's look of surprise.
"What?" asked Blaise.
Draco leaned over the table. "I fucked that little muggle's world, and now you need to pay up."
Blaise didn't move from his expression of surprise.
"I got the panties to prove it" Draco pulled out the white cotton bikini bottom and spun it around his finger.
"Ew Draco, that's disgusting." Pansy said from Draco's left, who had been listening to the entire conversation. "I don't care who you sleep with, but don't want some kind of muggle crabs all over my breakfast."
"Not that there's much to eat," Blaise pointed out. Pansy's plate was nearly empty and had never been full in the first place.
"Shut up, Blaise" replied Pansy, while she continued to push her food around her plate.
Blaise just shook his head, and dove into his robe pockets to pull out the bet money he owed.
"There you go," he said, dumping it all in Draco's hand. "50 gallons. Hope you're happy."
"I am. I'm 50 gallons richer, not to mention, your 50 gallons richer." Blaise rolled his eyes "And, as a bonus, I got laid in the process. And she wasn't that bad of a shag either. In a virginal kind of way."
Blaise shook his head. "You surprise me more every day, mate. Liking sex with a muggle? What has gotten into you?"
"What does it matter that she was a muggle? All pussies are the same, whether they're muggle or wizard."
"Just like all wizards are the same, whether they're pureblood or Mudblood?"
Blaise stared at him, with unbelief and questioning. Draco looked around. Many others around were listening in to their conversation and staring at him. Draco could feel the pressure of the Pureblood cultures pushing down on him. If he was going to change things, now was the time. The start of a new year. Right before the war. At this time, he had the power to manipulate everyone in the Slytherin house to make them believe what he believed. Most were uncertain about the ways of Voldemort, but were going with it because it was what their parents believed. Or what they were being influenced into at school.
He was the right person to make change. Too bad he was too cowardly to do it.
"What are you going on about Blaise? Of course that's not the case. Purebloods are much higher on the scale than Mudbloods. Mudbloods are scum. Muggles are scum. I was only commenting on the fact that the particular scum I was fucking was tight."
"Okay, that's it, I've lost my appetite." Said Pansy, standing up from the table.
"Not that you had one in the first place," muttered Blaise, but loud enough for her to hear.
Pansy glared at him, then motioned her friends to follow her out of the Great Hall. Blaise and everyone who was watching returned to their meals. Yes, it seems as though Draco pulled it off. Everything was right in the Syltherin world again.