"Huh. You're earlier than I thought you'd be."
Draca Malfoy felt herself freeze. She planned everything so carefully, and now, it had gone wrong at the first step.
As the day dragged on, she had realized that there was simply no running from it. She needed to get laid, pure and simple, and her only option was the most irritating man in existence. She had to cut in on the action her mom was getting, and she needed to do it soon, before she went insane from watching and hearing them all day every day.
But she was still a Slytherin. The most promising Slytherin in her year, most would say. So she came up with a plan.
She waited for the cover of night. While she waited, she got dressed, picking out a transparent nightdress that she paired with a green bra and panties. Vanity wasn't one of her strong suits, but looks certainly were. She could turn most men into stuttering messes with just a little bit of skin and a sultry look.
Once she was dolled up, she snuck out. She knew which room Harry was staying in. The last part of the plan was simple: sneak into his room as he slept, get her lips around that thick dick, then ride him until all the tension she was feeling disappeared. By waking him up she'd catch him off guard, and the momentum would be hers. It was perfect!
Except that when she finally got into his room, she found him sitting up and reading from a book in a comfortable chair, naked with his dick dangling between his thighs.
Harry waved his hand and candles all around the room lit up, illuminating it. She could see why he wasn't in bed. The sheets were twisted up, while Narcissa lay on her back, unconscious. Her body was covered in bites, bruises, and pink circles. If Draca looked closely, she could spot Harry's cum dripping from Narcissa, who had both hands resting on her tummy. Even unconscious, she had a happy smile on her face.
Draca looked back at Harry as she heard a book shut. He tossed aside what he'd been reading, resting his chin on his fist like a king.
"So you showed up," he said.
"Shut up," Draca said.
She couldn't look at him. This was all going wrong! She could feel his eyes on her body… But that was why she got dressed up, wasn't it? Of course she wanted him to look. But it was supposed to tempt him, and stun him so that she could get the upper hand! Instead, she felt his eyes raking over her, studying all her most attractive parts.
"You are not going to speak to me like that," Harry said.
"Yeah? And what'll happen if I don't listen?" Draca said defiantly.
"You came to ask a favor," Harry said. "If you won't at least be polite, I simply won't cooperate."
She wanted to tell him that was an empty threat, inform him he could take all that self-importance and shove it up his ass, and leave the room with her dignity intact.
Draca's body wouldn't move, though.
"Apologize," Harry said.
"..."
"Apologize," he repeated.
"I'm sorry," Draca whispered.
"Good. You may approach," Harry said.
Draca slowly walked across the room. She was still looking at the floor. She didn't want to meet his eyes and see what emotions were in them. When she got within five feet, she could smell him. He reeked of sex and her mother's perfume.
"When the war ended, I spoke up for you and your mother," Harry said. "Because of that, you weren't tried as death eaters. Do you know why I did that?"
"You and my mother struck a deal," Draca said.
"Not quite. That deal was only to inform her that you were alive," Harry said. "In return for that, she lied to the Dark Lord for me. But once the day was over, our bargain was finished."
"Then why did you help us?" Draca snapped. "It seems like you're just itching to inform me!"
"Because I think the two of you could be good people," Harry said.
The sudden praise floored Draca faster than any insult. Even worse, she felt her body throb in a few key places, particularly between the legs and at the tip of her breasts.
"Sure you do," she said scathingly as she hid her surprise.
"I'm not a Slytherin," Harry said. "I don't lie just to flatter people. I believe it. You were one of the top students when we were in school. You were a bully, but when the time came to kill Dumbledore you couldn't do it. At your manor, when we were captured, you didn't want to identify us. Your mother showed equally strong character in moments. That, to me, is potential. But in order to realize it, a few things must change."
His face darkened, making Draca shift on her feet.
"You must change the way you live," he said. "Instead of running around hiding behind alcohol and cheap thrills, you need to learn how to be disciplined."
"Please," Draca scoffed. "Do you think I would want to limit myself, when I have the opportunities to do as I plea—"
Draca never finished her sentence. In the same way that she could smell Harry, he could smell her. She'd put on her best perfume. Her clothes hardly left anything to the imagination, and what little bits of her body they did cover, like her nipples, only made them more alluring. This had an effect on Harry. As he spoke to her, his massive member had swelled to its full size: as long as a wand and five times thicker. Draca forgot how to speak english.
"Kneel," Harry said.
She was on her knees right away. She grabbed his dick, forgetting who it was attached to as she felt its warmth in her fingers. It was just too arousing, and she was too desperate to care about anything else. She opened up her mouth, leaning forward, and sucked on his cockhead.
She got her lips around the first two inches, but she was thoroughly out of practice. She slid her head back suctioning her lips as she did to pull on his shaft. Now that she was so close to it, she could smell a manly musk that was even stronger than the perfume that had rubbed off on him. It made Draca's loins twitch.
"Well, I guess everyone has to start somewhere," Harry said.
The condescending jab cut through the frenzy that had come over her. It was the kind of insult she'd heard from him time and time again while at Hogwarts, and it reminded her of the things she'd mercifully lost track of: this was HARRY POTTER'S cock that she was worshipping, her rival who she swore she hated more than anyone else.
By far the worst part, though, was that this thought only turned her on more.
She was in too deep to back out. Resolving herself to at least break that composure of his, she plunged back down his girthy manhood.
This time, Draca got a full third of it into her mouth, which was as much as she could fit without using her throat. Even so, she could feel the corners of her mouth stretching while Harry's slit bumped the soft parts at the back of her mouth.
"Hey, that's a little better," he said. "Don't feel too bad. Cho Chang could only take that much too."
Draca felt anger spark in her chest. He was comparing HER, the princess of Slytherin, to a mere Ravenclaw harlot? She was ten times better than that skank! Did he really mistake this warm up for the best that Draca malfoy had to offer?
She moved her lips back to his top, collected a deep breath through her nose, and sank down, pushing past her previous best.
Tears collected beneath her eyes as she felt him enter her throat. It stung a little bit, and she knew her throat would be sore tomorrow, but such side effects were well worth it when her pride was on the line.
She squeezed her lips down, creating a mark with her green lipstick roughly two thirds of the way down his dick. She looked up without moving her head, eager to see his reaction.
Harry's chin was still resting on his fist. Instead of a face wracked by pleasure, he wore a confident and contained smirk.
"Hey, that's better!" he praised her. "I think you just beat Susan Bones."
Draca would've been grinding her teeth if she hadn't been carefully keeping them out of the way of the dick filling her mouth. Susan Bones might have been from a good family and had an admittedly alright body, but she was a Hufflepuff. Everyone knew Hufflepuffs were terrible in bed. They didn't have the tenacity or the cunning to be great lovers. Yet he sounded surprised that Draca had managed to keep up with a Bones? She was in a completely different league!
Draca collected what air she could gather through her nostrils without bothering to reset. She was fired up… and if she had to start over, she wasn't sure if she could beat this performance.
It was pure willpower that she used to pull this off. She felt her slender throat bulging. Although it was definitely hyperbole, she felt like his dick was bigger than her entire neck. She wondered if he could see himself making her body change shape…
Draca fought her way down, taking him deeper no matter how uncomfortable she became, because she was Draca Malfoy! She would not be bested by anyone! And she was rewarded.
Only when her nose was pressed flat did she realize she'd made it. She was kissing the base of Harry's shaft. Her mouth and throat were too full to manage a single squeak of celebration, but she did it! Take that, Harry Potter!
"Wow!" Harry said. "That's as deep as Hermione takes me!"
Draca Malfoy's brain stopped working.
"Of course, it doesn't take her as long to get there," Harry said, "but that's fine. Not everyone can be Hermione Granger."
Draca wanted to scream. That pretentious, know it all teacher's pet… was better than her at this? Seriously? She didn't believe it!
She glared up at Harry, trying to communicate this nonverbally, only for something strange to happen.
Suddenly she wasn't in that room, but in what she vaguely recognized as a Hogwarts dormitory. It definitely wasn't in the dungeons, and if the red and gold colored blankets were any sign, it wasn't the Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff dorms either.
Harry was there on the bed, looking just as hot— insufferable as ever. He was laying on his back while a frizzy brown mane bobbed above his crotch.
Hermione Granger was looking up at Harry much the way Draca had been, except Hermione's gaze was purely loving. Harry stroked her hair. It was all sickeningly sweet, which made it infuriating the longer Draca watched, because she was getting trounced.
Hermione wasn't just deepthroating Harry, she was trailing her lips from his base to his tip and back again, moving as fast as Draca's hips could move at their fastest. She never audibly choked or gagged, even though Draca could see her throat bulging out exactly the way Draca's had been. Harry groaned, his hands falling to his sides. Just like that, he came.
Draca was suddenly back in the real world, and things had changed. Something sticky was cascading into her stomach. She swallowed desperately, working her throat to try and accommodate the semen pouring into it. Draca was crying for real now, struggling to get any air. She couldn't recall feeling this good in months.
Her pussy was gushing. She'd already soiled her panties, arousal trailing down her thighs. Her makeup must've been a mess. Yet Harry was looking at her with approval. Her crotch kept getting wetter.
Harry placed his fingers on her chin. He eased Draca back, pulling her off of his dick. When it finally popped free of her lips, she pulled in much needed gasps. Yet she immediately missed the feeling of him inside of her mouth.
"Do you know what that was, Draca?" Harry asked. He hadn't removed his hand from her chin, where it was holding her head at an upward angle.
"Legilimency," Draca said.
"No, not that," Harry corrected calmly. "I'm talking about what you're feeling right now."
To prove his point, his foot nestled between her thighs, his toes prodding her soaked panties. Draca gasped loudly.
"It's pleasure!" she said. "Ecstasy! Arousal!"
Harry chuckled. "All of the above are true, I assume. But that's not the answer I was looking for."
Harry leaned forward. His hand slid from her chin to her neck, holding her in place. It squeezed down, cutting off her air again. Harry's face appeared right in front of her own, his handsome features completely serious.
"It's discipline, Draca," he said. "And by the time I'm through with you, your body will never be able to forget it again."
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