Date: Mon, 3 Jan 2011 22:08:51 -0400
From: Mistress USVI <mistress.usvi@gmail.com>
Subject: Potter Takes Malfoy

Harry Potter and all Characters (C) J. K. Rowling

It was springtime at Hogwarts, and love was in the air.  Even Harry Potter,
nearing the end of his second year, couldn't help but notice many of his
friends had begun to `pair off'.  The young couples could be found snogging
in the corridors between classes, or even getting heavier in the dark
corners of the common room.  He had even heard that Percy, Ron Weasly's
prefect older brother, had caught two younger Gryffindor boys in the
showers together, causing something of a scandal!

Harry himself had been feeling his hormones running high, but had found an
outlet with another of Ron's older brothers, twin Fred Weasley.  Fred,
Harry learned, was something of a serial blow job artist, and frequented
the beds of many of the Gryffindor males.  But, he confided to Harry, he
would be willing to do more for the young Mr. Potter.

And so Harry had met with Fred on a few occasions, giving Fred's narrow
arse a good fucking.  Fred especially liked it when Harry got a little
rough with him.  But, as Harry was rather fond of Fred, he found it
impossible to issue the rougher treatment Fred moaned for, and instead
settled for some simple swatting coupled with degrading talk.

Today was a Quiddich match, something Harry always looked forward to.
Gryffindor against Ravenclaw; with Gryffindor in top shape they were sure
to win.  Harry sat with the rest of his team at breakfast, Fred and George
doing their best to get everyone's spirits lifted for the upcoming game.
He couldn't help but smile as Ron and Hermione, Harry's best friends,
entered the Great Hall in full Gryffindor colors.

His smile quickly faded, though, when his eyes met those of Draco Malfoy,
who was sitting at the Slytherin table.  Malfoy averted his eyes, sneering
at his goons, Crabbe and Goyle.  Nothing could dampen Harry's mood as much
as the sight of the most detested Malfoy.  Malfoy has been sneering and
looking down at Harry every day since the two met, just before his start at
Hogwarts.

Fred clapped Harry on the shoulder, regaining his attention, as the team
stood to walk out to the locker rooms.  The team was in good spirits and
Harry's mind quickly left Malfoy and began to focus on the upcoming match.
Harry was the team's Seeker; he was responsible for capturing the golden
snitch and ending the game.  When he caught it, he would also earn an
additional 150 points for the team, virtually ensuring a win.

Wood, the team's captain, gave his usual pep talk, and before long the team
marched out onto the field and the match began.  The weather was clear and
bright, making flying a breeze.  Harry circled around the field, searching
for the snitch.

Harry could hear the announcer cheering for Katie Bell, a Chaser on his
team, who a scored a goal, earning them 10 points.  George Weasley went
zooming past Harry, chasing a member of Ravenclaw's team.  Harry continued
circling the field, enjoying the nice weather as he searched.  The
announcer was now cheering for Wood, who had blocked a shot from the
opposing team.

Suddenly – he spotted the snitch, flitting low on the ground.  Harry
dove down and the snitch darted off, but Harry followed closely.  Next
thing you know, he was clutching the snitch to the roar of cheering from
the stands.  Gryffindor would now be in the lead for the House Cup!

His team landed quickly, clapping him on the back and cheering along with
most of the stadium.  Fred and George were promising quite a celebration
party back in the Gryffindor common room, so everyone changed quickly to
return to the castle.  Harry walked back across the grounds with the rest
of the team, but realized he had forgotten his book bag and had to turn
back.

When he rounded the corner to the Gryffindor locker room he could hear
someone inside.  Knowing that the rest of the team had already gone on,
Harry pulled out his wand, cautious.  He walked in slowly, keeping his eyes
peeled.  He heard his name and felt goose bumps stand out on the back of
his neck.

"Harry, yes..."


The torches had gone out when the team left, so there was only a small
amount of light in the room.  He could make out a robed figure standing in
front of his locker.  Even in the dim lighting, Harry could easily make out
the shock of slicked-back blonde hair the intruder was sporting.

Harry raised his wand, shouting, "What do you think you're doing, Malfoy?"

Malfoy turned, looking nearly as shocked as Harry.  Malfoy couldn't form
any words, but neither could Harry.  For when he turned, Harry could easily
see what he was up to, and it wasn't what he had been expecting.

Malfoy had literally been caught with his pants down.  He had one hand
wrapped around his small but erect cock, the other was holding Harry's
newly used jock strap up near his face.  Eventually Harry found his voice,
"Just what do you think you're doing, you sicko?"

Malfoy stammered his face as pale as a ghost.  "I-well-I mean...what are
you doing here, Potter?"  He made to pull up his pants, but Harry stopped
him with a well-aimed wand.

"No, don't do that, Malfoy.  Leave it out."  Harry thought quickly, his
mind racing through the possibilities.  "Just what were you doing with my
dirty jock strap?"

Malfoy looked down at his hand, having forgotten he was even holding it,
his cheeks flushing a bright red.  Harry didn't wait for an answer, even if
Malfoy could have thought one up.  "You are sick, aren't you, Malfoy?  In
here sniffing dirty jocks, having a wank, dreaming of more nasty stuff?"

Malfoy remained mute, which was quite unusual for him, unable to meet
Harry's gaze.  Harry noticed that Malfoy's cock had shriveled, yet Harry
found himself growing hard.  He grabbed his crotch, giving himself a lewd
massage, one that Malfoy couldn't miss.  Malfoy's head snapped up to stare
at Harry, his mouth wide with surprise.

"Get down on your knees, you dirty little cock-whore," Harry ordered.
Malfoy dove to the floor with a smile on his face.  He waited patiently
while Harry parted his robes and opened his fly, revealing his small
half-hard dick.  Malfoy licked his lips, leaning his face in, when Harry
grabbed the back of his head pulling him forcefully closer.

Malfoy's mouth came open and swallowed Harry's dick in a sloppy kiss.
Harry held Malfoy's face close, enjoying the gentle sensation of Malfoy's
tongue at work.  He let Malfoy suck on his dick for a bit, before gripping
the boy's hair and pulling his head back.  He looked down at Malfoy' lips
smoothly accommodating his dick before pulling his head forward again.

Being young and easily satisfied, Harry could feel his orgasm mounting.  He
gripped Malfoy's head tighter, pulling and pushing him to the rhythm he
chose, fucking his face for all he was worth.  Unlike with Fred, Harry
wasn't gentle.  He wasn't concerned with bruised lips or even Malfoy's
pleasure.  His singular goal was to shoot his nuts.

He could feel it coming and quickly pulled out of Malfoy's mouth, his hand
pumping his dick two or three times before shooting all over Malfoy's face
and hair.  He grunted a few times with his orgasm, squeezing every drop
from his dick, depositing the last of it directly onto Malfoy's cheek.  As
happens frequently for Harry, one come was not enough, and he was still
hard.

"Did you like that, Malfoy?" Harry asked, still slowly pumping his cock.
Malfoy simply nodded, staring fixedly at Harry's dick as he licked his lips
clean.  Harry smirked down at the other boy, smeared in his come with the
tip of his cock.  He pushed Malfoy's shoulder, shoving him back.  Harry
stepped around him, removing his robe in the process.

"Get your arse over here, sicko," Harry called, pointing to a bench in the
middle of the room.  Malfoy shuffled over, pants still around his ankles.
His tiny erection bobbed slightly in front of him.  He stood before the
bench, unsure what Harry wanted from him.

Harry shoved his face down and Malfoy's hands came out to brace himself
against the bench.  Harry kicked the boys' legs wider from behind, still
slowly stroking his own dick.  "You're my bitch now, Malfoy.  I'm going to
fuck you hard, and I want to hear my little bitch moaning as you were
before I found you.  Understand, cock sucker?"

"Oh, yes," Malfoy moaned as Harry pressed the head of his cock between
Malfoy's butt cheeks.

"Beg me, bitch."

"Please fuck me!" Malfoy responded quickly.  "Harry, PLEASE!"

With that Harry shoved his entire length home, sliding fully into the other
boy.  Malfoy gave out a long, whimpering moan of mingled pain and
enjoyment.  Harry's relatively small cock was easily accommodated by the
other boy, and required no adjustment period.  Harry grabbed Malfoy's hips
and began a slow yet rough thrusting in and out.

"I'm not the first person up this skinny arse, am I, fucker?" Harry asked,
already knowing the answer.  Malfoy simply moaned and shook his head in
response, pushing his own hips back to meet each of Harry's thrusts.

Harry reached up and grasped Malfoy's shoulder, giving him better leverage
to thrust harder.  For a moment all that could be heard was the sound of
flesh on flesh, along with the boys' deep breathing.

"Moan for me, bitch!" Potter commanded, "Let me hear you!"  Malfoy eagerly
complied, filling the empty locker room.  "That's right," he coaxed, "Just
like my little whore, aren't you?"

"Yes," Malfoy gasped out between his moans.

"Say it," Potter continued, "Tell me what you are, bitch."

Malfoy trembled in Potter's control; this was his darkest fantasy come
true.  "Yes, I'm yours, Potter.  I'm your bitch, your little whore."

Potter smirked, shoving Malfoy's shoulders down until his chest was lying
on the bench.  "You're one sick fuck is what you are, Malfoy," he declared,
giving him a hard smack on the ass.  Malfoy moaned louder, he hadn't even
touched his own dick yet, but was ready to come.

Potter gave him another hard smack on the ass, thrusting in sharply, then
another, and yet another.  His ass burned as the sounds of his moaning
increased.  Harry was thrusting faster now, close to his own orgasm.  Their
hips were pounding together now, both boys breathing hard and moaning loud.

Harry gave Malfoy's ass another sharp smack, and with a triumphant bellow
began to pump his seed deep into Malfoy.  Malfoy gave his own cock a couple
of quick, hard jerks and began spurting his own spunk all over his hand and
the floor.  Harry pumped slower, loving the feel of it, not withdrawing
until his cock became too sensitive to continue.

He stepped back and zipped his pants, pushing Malfoy away in disgust.
Malfoy stood and slowly redressed, avoiding looking directly at Harry.
Harry wanted to be done with the situation, and so grabbed a fistful of
Malfoy's hair, pulling his head back to whisper in his ear.

"You're mine now, bitch," he declared, before walking away.

Malfoy, come still dripping from his face, couldn't conceal his smile.

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