Draco was remarkably heavy as she dragged him into an empty classroom. He had hit his head on the floor when he fell from her spell, but their was no blood or bump that she could see. He was unconscious at the moment, but she had to act quickly because he could wake up. It took her a minute to get his thick black cloak off, and suddenly she had wished she had learned some spells for undressing. She then worked on getting his tie, polo shirt, and then his undershirt before she finally had him naked from the waist up. To the side of him was a pile of silver, green, and black clothing. She tossed them to the side, not caring if they got dirty. She knew what she was going to do to him, it was going to be so embarrassing, but she needed him naked first.

"You are so unnaturally white." She said. He was like white marble in the low light of the empty classroom. She reached her fingers out and started to trace his veins. From his neck to chest, from chest to...

"Oh..." She stopped at his naval. A small trail of blonde hair lead to his belt, and under his pants. Her mouth formed a perfect "O" at the thought of what was beyond. She started to get curious, she had never seen one of those before. She knew what they looked like, from textbooks and from finding Rons "Wild Witch Weekly" porn magazine stash under his bed at the burrow.

She watched his breathing, deep and natural, he was passed out completely. She started to get nervous, what was she about to do? Was she honestly going to sneak a peek at his thing, and for what reason? What if he woke up and caught her? He would tell everyone that she dragged him off like a cave woman and got him naked because no one else would.

She went dreadfully slow as she unbuckled his belt. She would look up at his face and back down to the task at hand while trying to hold her breathe. She was flushed at this point, either from the thought of getting caught or from the idea that she was touching him without his permission. She went to work on the button for his jumper, and without much effort it released. The zipper was the loudest part, she took her time but he was soon free.

She stared at it, head tilted to one side. It was hanging from a slit in his boxers. It was much pinker then she expected it to be. It appeared to be soft, and once again she became curious. She now wanted to touch it, to feel it in her tiny hands. She looked at his face again, hand already halfway to her goal, and he was still passed out. Who would know? He was passed out, she was in a empty classroom, and it was dark enough that if she got caught there was no way he would see her face before she ran from the room.

The idea of touching him made her have tingles between her thighs, this was highly erotic,and she could feel herself getting wet there with lust. The fear, the excitement, it was all so familiar to how she felt when she was in her bathroom.

Her index finger touched the head first, doing a little circle around the pink plump tip. It was so soft, and warm. She had never felt anything like it before. Soon it was two fingers, and then eventually her whole fist taking the head of his cock in her hand. It nearly filled her fist completely. She moved her hand down, keeping a grasp on his shaft until she reached the base, where his pubic hairs were peaking through his boxers. She repeated the whole movement again, but this time when she went down she noticed his cock had become more rigid, it was barely noticeable, but she could tell. She looked back up at his face, his eyes were still closed, his breathing was normal but with deeper breathes. She continued to go up and down his shaft at a slow speed. She was enjoying how with every stroke his cock became a little harder.

She stopped. There was liquid coming from the tip of his cock, and it was getting on her hands. Without even thinking about it she went down, and licked it off the tip of his cock. It tasted good. It was salty, but the flavor was nothing like she had even had. She was breathing deeply and was getting sweaty and hot. There was undeniable pain between her legs from need. She wanted him, now, and she was going to get him... Without his permission.

"Please don't wake up." She whispered. His response was nothing, just peaceful sleep.

She quickly removed her cloak, shirt, bra until she was was topless. The cool air over her sweaty skin gave her goose bumps. Her nipples were rock hard, she touched one briefly, giving it a little twist for good measure.

She straddled him. The bottoms of her skirts falling on either side of him, almost like a little blanket. She looked down at him, and she felt powerful. She leaned down and went upward, allowing her nipples to rub up his chest. It felt amazing. She had for over a month dreamed of her being raped by him, but now... She was the one in control. She was the one that was going to rape him. Who would he tell? Who could he tell about a mudblood forcing him to get hard and allowing her to use him as her thing for a night? No one would believe him. He would never admit it even happened.

She continued her journey up until her lips were just below his left ear. She whispered "Langlock", a powerful incantation so he couldn't speak if he woke up. She stopped and placed a light kiss under his ear and licked slowly all the way down to his nipple. The whole promise was intimate, for herself, almost like marking her territory. He was mine tonight, and with her skills in oblivion charms, she could easily make him forget. She then trailed kisses down his chest, licking, and stopping at one of his breast to suck ever so lightly. As she was busy enjoying his top half, her other hand went under her skirt. She touched herself, briefly, and got her hand nice and lubricated. She was so wet, it was running down her thighs. Her core was so hot, like it was on fire. She started stroking his cock with one hand, slowly,and with her other hand she pinched her breasts as she licked and sucked on his neck.

Her breathing was getting loud, her moans were filling the empty classroom. She could smell the sweat, feel her organism building. She was jerking him off, and at a high speed now. Up and down, over and over. His cock was hard, wet with pre-cum, and burning hot to the touch. She was now kissing him on the mouth, sure he was not responding, but she did it anyways. She rocked her hips back and fourth mimicking sexual movements. She took his cock and held it at her entrance, doing circles, almost wanting to take him in... But she didn't want too.

She felt him explode on her. Hot, wet, sticky and felt the pulsating of his cock in her hand. She exploded, with a scream she had her sweet release. Eyes closed, lips trembling, and her hair sticking to her forehead she opened her eyes.

She was briefly shocked to find his wide open. Searching from left to right, up and down. A true look of confusion, realization, and then he panicked. He couldn't move, nor talk, he was under her complete control.

She smiled down at him and removed her hand from his cock. She moved her head to one side and she rubbed his seed from her neck down to her stomach. He watched her every move.

"Dont worry Malfoy, you wont remember a damn thing. I guess you were wrong about who would be the one getting raped. However, it seems, you really enjoyed me touching you."

She licked his cum off of her index finger and leaned down to give him a gentle kiss on the lips.

"You tasted good." She mumbled into his lips.

She reached to her right, grabbed her wand, and one last look into his eyes she yelled "Obliviate!"