Chapter 9: 9
The training might have been considered quite successful had Draco noticed a bludger flying at full speed into his back during the last five minutes of his flight. As the cursed ball knocked him off his broom, he thought about what would happen if he took Zabini up on his offer and slept with Potter. He couldn't deny that the prospect was more than tempting, especially considering getting to know Potter's magnificent dignity better would be possible. But there was one big "But." Or rather, two big "Buts." The first was that the very idea of such intimacy with Harry Potter (!!!) was terrifying. Getting intimate with a man he had hated all his conscious life was strange, to say the least, and going along with his idle lust was something Draco didn't want to do at all. Not to mention that there was no way he could use what he'd done anyway - magic would erase all Potter's memories. He could get a camera, but he wouldn't want to actually make a porn film to prove his fall to the jerk, and he would never show anyone such evidence in his life. The second "But" was this: Blaise's confidence in his crush would only increase if he did that. And Draco couldn't let that happen either.
Now, supported by Blaise, he waddled leisurely towards Hogwarts; thankfully, the injuries were not serious. Zabini was suspiciously silent, only casting anxious glances at Draco and muttering something under his breath.
- Hey, stop looking at me like that! - Another look from his mate was filled with such longing that Malfoy wanted to howl. - I'm not dead after all!
- You're not... I am..." he muttered but then stopped himself. - I was just terrified.
Draco frowned, staring at his best friend's chiselled profile in the evening twilight. "Weird. I've had more serious injuries, but I haven't noticed him so panicked."
Draco refused to go to the Hospital Wing, and the Slytherins went to change. But as soon as he and his teammates crossed the threshold into the living room, Pansy and Milicent burst in, laughing merrily.
- You have yet to learn...
- ...what happened!
- I wish you could have seen it!
- This was amazing!
The girls chirped rapidly, glancing and chuckling intermittently, until Draco stopped them:
- Stop! Stop it! And tell me what this is all about in a human way!
- Potter! - Pansy answered with an undertone that sounded like it explained everything.
- Merlin..." said Millicent, laughing again.
- Oh, Salazar!
The tantrums of the two girls sobbing in a fit of laughter were beginning to get annoying.
- So Merlin, Potter or Salazar?! What happened?
- While you were at practice, Potter got mobbed by the Ravenclaw girls! - Pansy squeaked. - You should have seen it! I think he nearly came into the corridor! He groped five of them, kissed two, and promised to fuck one of them on the floor of the Great Hall!
- The girls didn't seem to mind the last threat, but Professor Flitwick stepped in just in time!
Draco grinned prettily while burning with hatred for these unknown girls who had been kissed and groped by Potter and had probably groped and groped him himself!
- And his friends? Where were they? - Blaise asked.
- They only came running up afterwards... I think he's hiding from them! - Milicent chuckled. - He needs to fuck someone, and if they hadn't stopped him, he would have killed all six of them in the hallway! And you should have seen him blush and apologize after he was dragged away!
Draco put on the familiar sneering smirk on his face, trying to keep the trembling in his fingertips down.
- 'Right, we'll be off; it's nearly supper time, and we've still got a shower to take.
"Good thing I didn't see that..."
Malfoy slipped into the bathroom first, as usual, and gladly stood under the warm water. As expected, a huge bruise was forming on his bruised back in a crimson stain. Draco took his time washing off the dirt and sweat, looking at himself in the mirror as closely as the angle allowed.
Over and over again, the 'almost-kissing' before practice came to mind. "Green eyes. The bloody green eyes were so close. If Granger hadn't gotten in the way, he would have definitely kissed me... 'Don't play with fire, Malfoy!" Now it felt like the fire in Potter's face was playing with him itself. Without realizing it himself, Draco was already looking forward to the end of this crazy day.
Basking in the clouds of steam, he finally remembered what he wanted to do in the afternoon - write a letter to his father! It was necessary to ask about the prophecy somehow.
- Draco! I know you're injured, but everyone wants a shower! - Theo's voice came from behind the door.
Malfoy sighed and turned off the water. He felt much better after the hot shower.
Everyone whistled at his battle wound when he turned his back on the floor.
- You're the lucky winner of the bludger tattoo now! - Halfway to the bathroom, Nott exclaimed.
- Yeah, if that tattoo didn't still hurt..." Draco replied tiredly as he opened his clothes wardrobe.
With the red-purple bruise hiding beneath Malfoy's white shirt, Blaise measured a look of horror but remained silent.
While his classmates washed up, Draco pulled out a blank sheet of stamped parchment and ink. He nibbled on the edge of his favourite quill, wondering how to frame his scattered thoughts into a fair and, most importantly, non-suspicious question. After ten minutes of painful contemplation, the following text appeared:
"Hello, Father! I have long wanted to write to you but have yet to get around to it. How are things at home? How is the Mother? I'm OK - studying, playing Quidditch and pestering Potter at the slightest opportunity.
I wanted to share exciting information: I read recently that in some pureblood families, even if they don't have the power of divination, there may be sporadic cases of foresight. Do you think this is true, and what are the chances of it happening to me? I am waiting for an answer. D.M."
Draco used to often discuss with his father, especially his favourite material from his classes, and now he really hoped such a move would work. Unless his father asked about the author of this nonexistent book.
There was no time to send the letter now, and Draco tucked the sealed envelope into his pocket.
After tidying themselves up, the Slytherins headed off to dinner. There was a lively atmosphere in the Great Hall, laughter was constantly heard from the various faculty tables, and the name "Potter" was heard almost every second. The subject of everyone's interest found himself sitting in his own seat, surrounded by his friends, but still some distance away. After glancing at the familiar silhouette, Draco sat down with his back to the Gryffindors. He was in no condition to look at Potter now without remembering his Transfiguration class. Many students were also squinting towards Draco, giggling amongst themselves and forcing him to turn around occasionally, sizzling the merrymakers with a look. "Shit! The whole school must know about that fucking cock by now!" Starting to get angry at the abundance of attention he was receiving, Malfoy quickly devoured his food, which he couldn't taste. Merlin would humiliate Potter, but he had no plans to become the subject of ridicule himself!
- Draco! - Blaise called out, watching the Gryffindors with interest. - Oh, look, here comes something!
Malfoy turned as he saw Pansy approaching Potter from behind.
Pansy?! What the...? The girl met his gaze and winked slyly.
- What is she up to? - Draco asked, but his friend didn't answer him.
At Granger's cautionary cries, the Slytherin lowered herself onto the bench next to Potter and put a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to turn around. Draco was ready to squirm, expecting him to kiss her now, but instead, Potter pulled her into his lap in a sharp motion and smiled like the Cheshire Cat.
- Hello, princess," he purred, almost touching her lips with his lips. - "Shall we go somewhere private?
- No! Parkinson, get out of here! - Weasel shouted, ready to pull the cheeky girl off his friend's lap with his own hands.
- I told you he shouldn't be allowed to go to dinner! - Granger interjected, rising from her seat.
Draco almost dropped his jaw on the table. "Holy Salazar, what is she doing?!" The Great Hall had become a crowded theatre, with the main show at the Gryffindor table.
- Leave me alone!" replied Potter loudly, his eyes blackening as he studied the girl sitting on his lap. - Can't you see I'm about to have sex here?
Draco thought, not without envy, that Pansy could probably feel his... arousal right now. His fingertips began to tingle again. The familiar feeling of clenching his insides into a fist began to swirl through his mind. No, I had to contain such jealousy! The recent image of a pile of broken glass outside the divination class immediately came to mind. It took Blaise a full fifteen minutes to get it all cleaned up.
But thankfully, the obsession quickly passed when a camera shutter clicked nearby, blinding everyone with a flash.
"So that's it!" Draco breathed a sigh of relief, immediately recognizing the clingy little guy photographing the Great Hero's every move - Creevey. "Well, not bad, Pansy!"
- Ga-a-arry," the girl sang affectionately, getting more comfortable on his lap and posing for the photographer.
- You've got a fucking ass..." Potter commented with a lascivious smile, pulling the girl closer to him.
- Harry, stop it!" Hermione ran up to them and drew her wand. - You need to know what you're doing!
- What's going on here? - McGonogall appeared in a low voice and frowned after a quick assessment of the view. - Mr. Potter, what on earth do you think you're doing? This is a public place!
- Oh, Professor! It's been a long time! It's been hours! - Potter smiled so sweetly it made Draco cringe in disgust.
- Mr. Potter, Miss Parkinson, stop this at once! You are misbehaving! - Minerva chided him, watching Harry's hands travel back and forth over Pansy's back.
- Unacceptable? - Potter raised his eyebrows in feigned surprise. - Is it acceptable to cum eleven times in half a day?!
There was such silence in the room that it was palpable. So the muffled cough of Snape choking on pumpkin juice was like a thunderclap. But little attention was paid to the teacher's desk.
McGonogall seemed at a loss for words, glowing with embarrassment in every rainbow colour and finally settling on burgundy.
- Oh, Professor, you're blushing so adorably..." Potter stretched, then lightly nibbled on Pansy's ear.
Draco thought quickly, trying to comprehend the incoming data: "Cum eleven times?!"
- Mr...Potter, this...rather personal information I advise you to keep to yourself. - Stammering, the Dean of Gryffindor muttered. - If you have a problem, you should go to...
- Don't you believe me?! - Potter pouted quite childishly, and, pulling Pansy off his lap onto the bench, he got up from the table. - I'll show you what my problems are!
With these words, he pulled off his robe, which immediately settled in a shapeless pile at his feet, then pulled his shirt from his trousers...
The camera continued shooting at breakneck speed, trying to catch every movement, and the students, realizing WHAT Potter wanted to do, felt like visitors to a striptease bar, eyeballing the Gryffindor's actions.
When Potter reached for his fly, McGonagall finally came to her senses:
- Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley, take Mr. Potter to the infirmary; he's not himself!
The friends picked up the struggling comrade under their arms and dragged him away from the Great Hall.
- Say thank you to Malfoy! - Potter shouted, meeting Draco's eyes just before he left, and smirked in a way that made him feel uncomfortable again. - 'You will answer for this!
"With pleasure, Potty."
As soon as the procession with the rambunctious horny Gryffindor departed, the multitudinous disgruntled murmurs of disruption at such a spectacle were quickly replaced by a heated discussion of the events. The students swarmed on Colin Creevey, vying with each other to offer whatever he wanted for the pictures.
- We'll get a collection of those, too, won't we? - Blaise smiled, catching the triumphant glow in Draco's eyes.
Malfoy nodded back with a vengeful smile and began to eat.
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- Blaise, I need to send a letter to my father. Are you coming with me? - Draco asked as they left the room after finishing their dinner.
- Oh, Draco..." blurted out Blaise. - The Owl house is so far away! I'd better wait for you in the living room on the sofa.
- Fine, go ahead and lie down," Draco nodded with a smile, then showed his friend his tongue. - Lazybones!
- Boo-boo-boo," Blaise mocked him, already disappearing around the corner, but he peeked out from around the corner a second later and added. - Watch your back! In case there's a sexy horny Potter around here somewhere!
- Leave him alone! He's not mine! Besides, he's been taken to the Hospital Wing! - Draco replied grudgingly and, to Blaise's amused chuckle, headed for the stairs in the east tower.
He wondered if Potter would feel any better once he was sedated with sedative potions. Draco smiled, imagining the popularity of the shots of him stripping in the Great Hall. "I hope Potter gets revenge for something like that!"
His muscles warmed up a little as he climbed the tower, and the pain receded. But his back still continued to ache. "I'll have to ask Pomfrey for some ointment after all...".
Draco's black owl grinned cheerfully at the sight of his master and lowered itself onto his shoulder, eagerly extending one paw forward. Slipping a biscuit into the bird's beak, Malfoy tied a twisted, tube-shaped envelope, and seconds later, the owl was flying out the open window, disappearing into the evening gloom. "If Dad's not busy, he'll probably send an answer by tomorrow."
"No, well, eleven times... He won't be able to do anything with his cock for a week after that!" - Malfoy thought repeatedly as he made his way downstairs. - "What the fuck do I care?! Even if it's a year! His problem!"
Unfortunately, he hadn't noticed a shadow lurking in an alcove on the next flight of stairs. So when someone's hot body pressed his face into the wall, piling up behind him, Draco cried out in surprise and pain in his wounded back, with no time to react. "Fuck! Not again! No!" he'd already realized who it was when a painfully familiar voice whispered right into his ear, scorching him with hot breath:
- Hello, kitty cat...
- What the fuck are you doing, Potter?!
His eyes blurred as his hot hands began to roam down his sides, his back, his thighs, trying to pull the robe off.
- Silly questions, my little Dragon..." Potter kissed his ear, burning the red-hot air again, and a wave of arousal coursed through Draco's body.
- I want you...
"What?!"
- Potter, you're out of your mind! Get your hands off me! - Draco exclaimed, trying to free himself from the steel grip, but only succeeded in turning around in his arms, finding himself dangerously close to the stray, completely black eyes. Potter wasn't wearing his glasses, his black hair stuck to his sweaty forehead and his lips were curved in a maddeningly predatory smile.
"He's gone mad... I'm screwed.
- Let go of me!
- No way! You wanted my attention, didn't you? So get it! - Potter replied, and without even allowing him to get a word in, he thrust forward sharply.
All Draco's thoughts suddenly evaporated from his mind when the hot, dry lips pressed against his own. Fire flowed through his body, quickly burning away any remnants of composure. The unusual warmth of the strong arms embracing him forced him to press down harder, to submit, to surrender completely to the stranger's insistent tongue that had brazenly invaded his mouth. Draco gathered his last shreds of sanity and pressed his hands into the Gryffindor's chest, fighting the urge to moan in pleasure. But pushing him away wasn't easy - blatantly thrusting his hips towards him and utterly oblivious to Malfoy's resistance, Potter sucked on him like a sponge, clearly intent on sucking out his tongue.
"He's going to rape me at this rate! We have to do something!" The thought ran through his mind for the tenth time, but it wasn't getting any easier. It was tough to take any action. In the end, thinking this was his last chance, Draco slid one hand down to Potter's groin, immediately feeling through the fabric of his trousers... Him. Even through his pants, the original was a much more excellent touch than his wooden copies left on the nightstand by the bed. "No, don't think!" Draco gathered his wits and squeezed his palm tightly. Breaking the dizzying kiss, Potter twitched, moaning loudly from pain or pleasure, but most importantly, he loosened his grip! It took Malfoy just a few moments to muster all his strength into a fist and break free from the grasp. He pushed Potter away and dashed up the stairs. There was some shouting and utterly insane laughter that even Voldemort himself would have envied, but Draco couldn't make out the words as he moved quickly away from the maddened lad. Finally, once he was a couple of floors up, he leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath, and reached into his pocket for his wand. But to his dismay, it was not in his pocket.
- Damn it!
"It must have fallen out when Potter attacked me!"
- Draco! Where are you? - A resounding echo echoed up the stairs, causing goosebumps to migrate down my back. - I want so much...
What Potter wanted there, Draco didn't listen to a word he said, pulling away again. He only allowed himself to stop when he hid in one of the niches, traversing a few more floors. Cautiously looking out from his hiding place, he held his breath and listened. "Seems to have gotten through... Silence."
Malfoy took a deep breath, trying to calm the trembling in his knees. The worst part wasn't even that he was being chased by a sex-crazed maniac, but how his body reacted to Potter's proximity... The damned cock was still semi-solid, and the adrenaline seemed only to spur the arousal. "He wants me... Potter wants me. It's impossible! Or is it possible? Why me?!" Draco licked his kissed flaming lips, trying to push the memory of the passionate, stunning kiss out of his mind.
- There you are, my treasure! - A cheerful cry came from nearby.
Draco jumped an excellent half meter, startled to see his green-eyed nightmare right in front of him, and, without answering, took off running again. "How did he sneak up like that?!" There was a lilted chuckle again behind him, and Draco prepared to get some spell in the back. But no. nothing of the sort followed. "He's playing... Scarface bastard is playing me like a cat with a mouse!"
Floor up, corridor, stairs, turn, corridor. The pounding of my own heart in my ears... The excitement is thankfully gone.
Silence.
- Mr. Malfoy?
Draco jumped up again, turning right around in a leap. But, to his great relief, in front of him was none other than Albus Dumbledore himself. "I'm saved!" Never in his life had he been so pleased to see the senile older man! Ignoring everything, Draco almost clutched at the hem of his robe and babbled:
- Professor Dumbledore! Could you help me? Potter! Potter is after me!
- Harry? Mr. Malfoy, tell me what's going on! - Dumbledore looked at him perplexedly from under his half glasses.
- Potter is not himself! He wants to rape me! - Draco was insanely ashamed to say all this, but he knew only the truth would save him now.
- What are you talking about?! - the Headmaster frowned. - It is simply impossible!
- But it is! I..." Draco groaned exhaustedly, remembering that the Headmaster wasn't at the table at dinner, which meant he hadn't seen what Potter was doing. - He...
Quick footsteps behind him prevented him from finishing.
- Oh, Malfoy, I've been looking all over for you..." Potter chirped. He seemed unconcerned by the Headmaster's company. - Hello, Professor Dumbledore!
- Oh, Harry! My boy, hello! - ...the Headmaster glowed. - What are you two doing here?
"Well, what's he going to say about that?!"
- We're working out together! - Potter replied cheerfully, glaring at Malfoy, who was already starting to back away from him.
"What?! What the hell kind of workout?!"
- He's lying! He's chasing me! - Draco squeaked.
- 'Malfoy, stop talking nonsense...' the Gryffindor snorted. - You'd better admit that you want to avoid scrubbing the floors in the old CTE room.
- Don't lie! Who was groping me against the wall ten minutes ago?!
The Gryffindorian gawked his eyes realistically, then twirled his finger at his temple.
- Are you out of your mind, weasel?! Dream on! What would I do? You? Boo..." Potter made a gag reflex and shook his head reproachfully. - This is ridiculous!" "What kind of game are you playing?
- What the hell are you playing at, you little shit? - Draco snapped.
- Shut up, both of you! - Dumbledore said sternly. - Harry...
- The thing is, Mr. Filch has assigned us a chore today, which Malfoy wants to get rid of by dumping all the work on me.
There was a cocky smirk on Potter's lips and a sly light in his eyes. Bluffing, you bastard!
Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then turned to Draco.
- Mr. Malfoy, I did not expect this from you.
- But I am telling the truth..." exhaled Draco dolefully, already knowing that the bloody old man with the candied brains would take the side of his pet one way or another.
- Oh, we're about to find out! - Dumbledore suddenly smiled nonchalantly. - Mr. Filch!
Draco turned round, saw the quartermaster approaching them at a shuffling pace, and could not contain his smile. Now it would turn out they had no work to do, and the end of Potter's tales!
- Principal Dumbledore, I heard a noise; what's happening here? - Filch squeaked as he stroked Mrs. Norris, nestled in his arms.
- 'Mr Filch, we've had a bit of an argument,' said Dumbledore, fixing his glasses.
- 'Did you, please, make an appointment for these young men to do their work today in the old CTE room?
- Workout? What kind of workout? - Filch squinted.
Draco looked at Potter defiantly, already celebrating his freedom, but he only smirked, nodding at the Headmaster.
Argus Filch needed to understand what was wanted from him. Still, the rusty cogs in his old brain did creak, allowing him to realize the depth of his happiness, albeit not immediately. A greedy, bloodthirsty fire began to blaze in his eyes - it wasn't every day that he got a chance to get students to do his chores! You have to take advantage of the situation...
- Ah, yes! Ahem! Workout! - He had a nasty, toothless grin on his face. - Yes, yes, that happened!
To say Draco was shocked was to say nothing. He didn't even have the strength to chuckle nervously.
- Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore said coldly. - 'I will talk seriously with your father when we meet. To say such things... That would be unacceptable. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to do.
The Headmaster nodded at Filch, winked at Potter and disappeared around the nearest corner.
- Come on, come on," Filch smiled at the boys as he headed in the opposite direction. - We'll find something for you to do in a minute... Something so disgusting. Won't we, Mrs. Norris? - The bald cat meowed enthusiastically, jumping from his master's arms.
Draco remained standing still, keeping his eyes on the blatantly amused Potter. Turning his back on him was entirely unwelcome.
- 'You'll have to do a lot of work for me now, Malfoy.
"What's that psycho up to?!" Continuing to smile sneakily, the Gryffindor pulled out his wand. His, Draco, wand! And without blinking an eye, he threw a stun spell at Filch.
- No," he all but shrieked as he watched Filch fall to the floor in the middle of the corridor.
And then darkness fell.
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