Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Eroticism – Ch 10
Introduction:
Harry’s arch rival enters the fray. And Draco Malfoy isn’t one to be messed with
Chapter 10 – Power and Lust
Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or
characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any
affiliation with its author
The end of the feast was called. And in moments the great
hall was filled with the sound of benches scraping on stone
and knives and forks clattering down on plates. It was very
jarring after the near silence moments earlier. And it was
very distracting for some.
Draco Malfoy was among those distracted. His mind had been
elsewhere, pondering distant thoughts. Only now was he
brought back down to earth, as a nudge from Gregory Goyle
alerted him to the end of the feast. He got up slowly and
fell in behind the lumbering footsteps of Vincent Crabbe as the
trio followed the procession leaving the hall.
He let his mind wander again as they moved. On matters that
only a very select group of people at this school knew
about. Among that number were his closest friends, Crabbe
and Goyle. And Dumbledore knew it.
And Harry Potter.
Yes, the boy who lived once had become the boy who lived
twice. And while the entire wizarding world pointed its
fingers and called him a liar, he, Draco, was parlay to the
real truth. Voldemort had returned. And he was gathering
followers. Malfoy played no part in this, yet. But he had
his ambitions. And before the year was out he would see
them realized.
Hogwarts was an important tool in the fight for magical
dominance. Malfoy was mature enough to understand that. It
housed two things of great power. One was the young minds,
minds that the dark lord would need in order to see his ends
met.
The other was Albus Dumbledore. And that was where the
problem lay. But that was not his problem to face. Voldemort
would see to him in due course.
No, he had other ideas. There were numerous students at the
school with a thirst for power. And he could offer that, in
the long run. If they would but see the tempting light of
the dark arts. Malfoy always thought it odd, that such power
be named a ‘darkness’ when it was so enlightening.
He was jogged back to reality by a brush on his arm.
He looked over in annoyance, only to see who it was that had
disturbed him.
Pansy Parkinson looked at him with her large saucer eyes. He
gave her a small smile. “I wondered when I’d be seeing you.”
Her eyes widened further still. “I’m sorry, Draco” she said
quickly, “I tried to find you outside, but the crowds..”
He raised a hand, “It’s alright, Pansy. I was with Crabbe
and Goyle. We ran into Longbottom.”
Pansy let out a short laugh. It was shrill and cold. And he
loved it.
“Oh, that buffoon” she giggled. “It’s a wonder he can even
tie his shoelaces in the morning.”
Malfoy laughed, and he even heard the low chuckles of Crabbe
and Goyle, which was rare.
“Too true” he commented. “Considering where his parents
ended up.”
The four of them laughed still harder. Then they rounded a
corner and Malfoy saw another of his close friends.
“Blaise” he acknowledged with a dip of his head. Blaise
Zabini returned it with one of his own.
“Good summer, Draco?” he asked.
Malfoy shrugged. “Eh, could be better.”
There was a stretching pause, before the pair of them smiled
and burst into laughter. Blaise threw an arm around Draco,
pulling him into a roguish embrace.
“Good to see you mate” he spoke loudly. “I assume your father
has kept you in the loop?”
Malfoy grinned, wryly. “More than in the loop, Blaise. He
doesn’t like me kept in the dark, as you well know.”
Both Blaise and Pansy looked at him with interest. “Well?”
Pansy asked. “What’s going on?”
Draco looked left and right, before facing them and saying
“This isn’t, ah, corridor news, if you know what I mean. I’ll
tell you more soon enough.”
They all caught his drift, and the five of them carried on
towards the Slytherin common room. When they were near it,
Malfoy held Pansy back.
“You go on” he called to the others. “We’ll be a minute.”
Blaise threw him a knowing look, before smirking and stepping
into stride next to Goyle.
Pansy was looking at him with heated anticipation. He looked
down at her, his eyes filled with obvious lust. “I’ve waited
all summer for this, Pansy” he told her.
She gasped as his hands found their way to her ass and
squeezed hard. She looked left and right quickly. They were
in a now deserted corridor in the dungeons. But not for long.
Draco took her hand and led her a couple of doors down to
what they both knew to be a small broom cupboard. Just before
a crowd of bustling first years rounded the corner, they both
slipped inside and came to a stop a few feet in.
Malfoy didn’t have to say a word. Both of them knew just how
this relationship worked.
Pansy started slowly sliding her robes off her shoulders, and
they fell to the floor in a thick grey bundle. Next came her
cardigan, unbuttoned delicately by her trembling hands and
tossed aside. Then she started slowly taking off her blouse.
Malfoy had leant back against the wall, simply watching and
admiring as she performed for him. It was a power trip, and
one that he’d got his fix of every few hours during the last
school year. He wasn’t going to stop now.
She had finished unbuttoning her blouse, and it slipped off
her shoulders to reveal her tight teen body beneath. Pansy
was smoking, with long slender legs that she never failed to
accentuate and cute perky tits that were just enough to keep
any man happy. She knew she was no model. But Malfoy was
practically salivating by the time she had slid out of her
skirt and tights. She was left in only her underwear and
school tie, just the way he liked her. She’d worn a skimpy
set, just in case the evening went the way she wanted. And
boy, was it just.
The waiting over, Draco approached her and the two started
to make out like their lives depended on it. He was groping
every inch of her body he could reach, and Pansy could feel
his rock hard bulge prodding her hip. It excited her to no
end, knowing that she would soon have Draco Malfoy pummeling
into her with his sizable manhood.
She reached down and unbuckled his belt, letting his slacks
fall to the floor. And he slipped out of his shoes, Pansy
dropped to her knees in order to take him just as he liked
it. But to her surprise he placed a hand under her chin and
pulled her upwards.
“Not yet” he commanded her.
When she looked puzzled, he smiled and continued. “After. I
want you to taste yourself on my cock, bitch.”
She felt her knees going weak with desire, as his lecherous
tone appealed to her submissive streak. She heeded his
desires and turned away, presenting her delicious rear to
his quivering cock. He was fully hard, and needed no help
to achieve his seven inches. That was part of what Pansy
loved about Draco. He was always ready, no matter what.
And what Draco loved about Pansy, he though as he advanced
on her, was that his mere presence was enough to get her
dripping wet. There was no need for foreplay here. She’d been
soaking since the moment she saw him outside the great hall.
He placed the head of his cock between her cheeks, pulling
her lacy underwear out of the way. Her sopping cunt came
into view, sporting a neat little strip of pubic hair that
hadn’t been there before.
“You want me to shave it?” she asked him with a concerned
edge to her voice. “I just thought..”
“No” he silenced her with a word. “I like it. It makes me
want to do this.”
And with that, he plunged into her pussy with one forceful
thrust. Pansy let out a moan of pure ecstasy, and leant low
against the wall as her knees weakened even more from the
pleasure. Waves of joy rippled through her as he began to
rut back and forth into her, his cock so deliciously full
to her needy cunt.
Malfoy smirked as she began a staccato series of gasps that
he knew signaled her impending end. And sure enough, barely
a minute later, he felt her pussy clamp down on his pounding
cock as she squealed with delight.
“So soon?” he questioned, his smirk widening.
Pansy looked back at him with a coy smile. “You get me all
riled up, Draco.”
He forced her head back down and bent low over her, picking
up his speed. “Keep quiet, bitch. It’s my turn.”
Malfoy started forcing himself in to the hilt, again and
again, over and over. He did not relent even as Pansy cried
with obvious pain. She had tightened up over the summer, he
remarked. But not for long.
He could feel his approaching end, and gave a few last great
shoves into her pussy before the fireworks began and he
fired off a stream of his piping hot seed into her shaking
hole. He then withdrew his cock and sent the next stream
flying over her glistening ass. She was bathed in sweat, and
panted as she recovered from Malfoy’s rough treatment. He
milked his cock dry over her glorious cheeks, spreading his
cum out over it. Then he laughed and stepped away from her.
“Go on” he told her. “Don’t waste that.”
He watched as Pansy reached around and began taking his
streaks of cum in her hand. She then brought them around to
her mouth, lapping them up with her tongue like a kitten
enjoying milk.
“Good girl” he commended.
She didn’t wait to be told, and got down on her knees as
soon as she was done with his cum. Malfoy stepped towards
her, and groaned as her lips closed around his rapidly
rising cock. He had softened after his finish, but with
her lips wrapped tight around his shaft he couldn’t stop
himself from getting hard even if he wanted to.
Not that he was ever unwilling.
He took her head in his hands and began pumping back and
forth, forcing his full length into her throat and beyond
in slow rhythmic thrusts.
“Can you taste it?” he asked her. “Tell me.”
“Yngghh, Unghh knhhh” she moaned onto his balls. Laughing,
he gave a violent shove and heard her gag beneath him. He
then began to hammer in and out of her, making her wretch
and gag repeatedly for several minutes. Pansy was a great
actress, she acted like she was shocked and terrified for
the show. But Malfoy knew just how much she loved being
abused by him. He was her master, and his pleasure was also
hers.
When he grew weary from the treatment, he let himself go,
gave into the desire, and loosed a torrent of his noble
seed deep into Pansy’s throat. He felt her swallowing,
trying to take him all. But it was not to be, and several
strands erupted from around her mouth and ran down her chin
making her look like the slut she was.
Malfoy kept her down there, her mouth still clasped to his
dick. She was only too happy to oblige, loving having her
lips around his manhood.
He knew her motives. He had realized the second time she
had ever fucked him. Pansy knew she would never be powerful
herself, she hadn’t the stomach nor the resources. But he
would be. And for the same reason she fucked Blaise, she
fucked him. Because she understood the way of the world.
As with fame, some people are so powerful that you can fuck
them and then you’re powerful. And Pansy was simply staking
her claim on his dick, in the hope that Malfoy’s vie for
power was not in vain.
He wouldn’t disappoint her. He wouldn’t let his father down
either. The Malfoy name would not be tarnished, not while
he still drew breath.
