Draco's Downfall

### MALFOY ###

Lucius had been unable to talk his way out of his participation in the events leading up to the Battle of Hogwarts, so he had been incarcerated in Azkaban. Narcissa had been exonerated because Harry had spoken up for her at her trial, but because of all the resultant fuss she had secluded herself in the Manor. Draco was serving a few years probation and was ipso-facto Lord of the Manor. As his income amply supported him he returned to school with an even bigger head than before; despite the fact that re-attending Hogwarts was a requirement of his conditional discharge.

### POTTER ###

Harry was in the Auror department and, although their training and duties started immediately after the battle, he was ordered to take his various NEWT exams over a number of years on day release; the same pertained for many of his DA mates who had joined at the same time. He had also been given the onerous task of keeping a quiet eye on the Malfoy scion whilst Draco was still on parole from the Wizengamot.

### MEDICAL ###

Harry had been feeling depressed before term started; Hermione had become fed up with Harry’s grumpiness and lacklustre responses, so she had talked Ron into taking Harry to see a good private Doctor who specialised in dealing with the magical community. Harry grumbled, but listlessly went where his friends steered him. The doctor gave Harry a thorough physical and magical examination and then sat down making notes; occasionally referring to text books.

After a while the Doctor looked up: “Well now, Mr Potter. How’s your sex life?”

“What?”

“A young man of your age should be having daily orgasms at least. Some healthy teenagers have two or three per day.”

“Um … I’m not!”

“When did you last have an orgasm?”

“Um … I can’t remember … I just don’t feel like that anymore … Not since killing Voldie.”

“Something we’re all very grateful for. What about before that?”

“Um … a couple of times.”

“A day?”

“Um … No … A month.”

“I see!” the doctor paused and made a couple of notes. “What did you fantasise about when you did it?”

“Um … not sure really … Once or twice it was about doing something nasty to someone I hated.”

“Did you ever play around with other boys?”

“What?” Harry’s torpor ebbed slightly and a minute amount of surprise appeared.

“Experiment with the other boys, and let them masturbate you.”

“No! That’s dirty and wrong. Some of the others did, but I kept myself pure.”

“Hmm … I see!” The doctor added a few more notes to Harry’s docket and then looked up: “Well now Mr Potter … The magic has held back your sexual side, probably because of the special task you had to do. Your sexual development is that of a twelve year old, but your body is that of a healthy young man. We need to let your sexual age catch up with your physical age and that means going through a homosexual experience or two in order for you to mature sexually and make your life choice. It’s a stage most healthy early teenagers go through, some stay gay for the rest of their lives. Most, however, become reasonably normal heterosexual beings. Not that there is any absolute standard, some people enjoy both sides of the coin, so to speak. I suggest you find someone to experiment with, possibly a male whom you have felt drawn to; either as a friend or as an enemy. Sometimes it’s easier to work those feelings off on a supposed enemy, there’s less residual guilt that way. Meanwhile I suggest you expose yourself to a little danger, something that will enliven your feelings; something that will start the adrenaline pumping around your system. Your metabolism has become used to preparing for danger and you haven’t been giving it any lately.”

As he had been ordered, Harry returned to school part-time.

### HOGWARTS ###

For the final periods on their first Friday back; the two protagonists had been sent out on a plant hunting expedition in the Forbidden Forest. However they regarded their Herbology learning in different ways. Draco saw it as a way of identifying ingredients for potions. Harry, on the other hand was intrigued by the way plants behaved. By choosing different environments the plants almost seemed to have a mind of their own; this was born out by the ones that actively hunted whether by attraction like the Venus Fly-trap, or the active grabbing of the Venomous Tentacular. The boys bickered as they went searching. Draco was annoyed at being watched and Harry because Draco had again insulted Hermione earlier and made her run out of the room to sob on Ronald’s chest.

So it was that Harry found himself prowling round the forbidden forest, wand at the ready; and it wasn’t for the first time either. McGonagall had given him permission to visit whenever he wanted. The scuffling and odd noises gave Harry sufficient adrenaline rushes to make him feel much better, however his libido was not yet having sufficient outlets. Despite his guilty feelings he was masturbating a couple of times per week, but not having had any proper sexual encounters the accompanying fantasies were not very satisfactory.

This was about to change.

Draco had told Harry to get lost, in no uncertain terms, however Harry stayed close by, quietly monitoring the probationer and ruminating about Hermione being insulted yet again. Harry thought he heard a muffled scream somewhere in Malfoy’s direction. Out came his wand and he went to investigate. A number of grunts and rustlings continued to emerge on the same bearing. Harry cautiously crept forward using his animal and magical senses to locate whatever the source of the disturbance was.

There was a small clearing ahead, slightly visible in the half-light. In it was a struggling figure with its back towards Harry. He crept up to the edge and peered through the wavering leaves on the fringe. The figure had fair hair and appeared to be having a tug of war with some kind of plant. The plant’s tendrils were winding round the figure’s legs. Harry thought ‘bloody Malfoy’ as he recognised the familiar outline of his arch enemy and cautiously approached the young man.

“Malfoy, what are you doing to that Erogeneum Ulcisendi Cupidus?”

“Nothing, Potter!” Malfoy spat: “It attacked me. Now go away and let me deal with this vindictive plant.”

Harry walked round surveying the scene: “You won’t do much good without your wand in your hand, you know, and the plant already has engulfed that.”

“All right, Mr Sarcasm, how about lending me yours.”

“Not likely Malfoy, the Erogeneum plants dislike magic almost as much as they dislike being sprayed with water, that’s why they always grow under Rehum Palmatum plants. Didn’t you remember Sprout’s lesson?”

“Yes! I made a list of all the plants we were to identify and added notes about their potional properties.”

By this time Harry had cautiously walked round the plant and was looking at Malfoy’s front. Draco’s zip was undone and the plant had some tendrils entwined round the Slyth’s dick.

“So, Malfoy, you needed a pee and went under the umbreliforous plant for some privacy. Pity you chose a place where Erogeneum grew as well. Are you sure you don’t want any help?”

“I’m coping, thank you, stop making silly remarks.”

Harry could see that Malfoy was not coping: “You do know what an Erogeneum does, don’t you?”

“No – but know-it-all Potter obviously wants to tell me.”

“Okay, I won’t, but it will be very painful as you slowly die in its clutches.”

Draco stopped struggling and looked cautious: “What do you mean?”

“So, High-and-mighty Malfoy now wishes to know now does he?” Harry grinned maliciously.

“Just get on with it Potter.” Draco pretended to be bored and returned to struggling against the encircling vines.

“Well, it’s a strangler. Once it has pounced it will slowly encircle your extremities squeezing out your bodily fluids, if I remember correctly. One of its specialised antennae will plug into your lymph system and drain that first; then it goes for your bloodstream, I think; or maybe that was the one that emulsified your flesh first. No – I think that that’s the Succeratis group of plants. Whatever …! It’s bound to be long and agonising. Are you sure you don’t want any help?” Harry could see Malfoy’s hard prick going purple because the plant was already squeezing it. He also felt a slight thrill when he saw the blond’s trapped erection.

Draco looked alarmed: “Are you sure, Potter; not just having me on?”

“I could go back to the school and find Neville if you like, just to make sure. Can you wait an hour whilst I’m gone?” Harry’s libido started to work, after lying dormant for many years.

Draco felt alarmed at another Gryff eyeing his pre-dick-ament: “Erm … No … I’ll trust your word on it. Now get me out of this!” Draco demanded.

“So you do want some help don’t you?” Harry gave Draco another malicious grin.

“Yes! Now get on with it!” Draco adopted an imperious pose - one which annoyed Harry greatly.

“You will have to ask nicely, Malfoy. You should know by now that I take orders from no-one.” Harry surreptitiously adjusted his hardening boner and ogled Malfoy’s entwined, glistening meat.

“What!” Draco felt horrified at the thought and it showed on his face. He also realised that Harry was the only help around. So he swallowed his pride: “Please Potter, will you help me to escape this horrible plant.”

“What do you offer that might induce me to help you?”

“This is no time to bargain!” Draco hissed.

“I’m not the one with that specialised tendril creeping into his piss-slit ready to suck his juices out, am I?”

Draco looked down and the vine was indeed entering his mushroom’s eye. He grabbed at it to pull it out, but another tendril tried to entwine his hand. Draco realised that, if he were to escape, he would need his hands free, and so he let the feeler have its way. He twitched involuntarily as it slid past a nerve and gave in: “All right then what do you want?”

Harry remembered the doctor’s advice about homosexual relations with an enemy and grinned lasciviously: “To have access to your genitalia at any time I specify and for you to satisfy me sexually at the same time.”

“Get lost, Pervert!”

“Okay! See you around, Malfoy. I’ll let you mother know where to find your bones in a couple of week’s time, shall I?” Harry made as if to walk away.

The sucker was now pulsing inside Draco’s urethra and he could feel his juices rising, he involuntarily bucked at the feeling. Then he felt very alarmed as he watched Harry’s back receding through the bushes.

“No, Potter, come back, please?” Draco yelled.

Harry smiled to himself before he turned round: “Okay, but I’m upping the stakes. You must make a mage’s oath to obey me immediately whenever I want; you do understand that, don’t you?”

Draco’s mouth opened in surprise, and he nodded negatively.

A tendril inside his anus scraped Draco’s love button and he gasped, changing his mind yet again: “Yh-e-e-ess, I do.”

“So … Get on with it.”

“I Draco Abraxas Malfoy promise on my magic that I will obey Harry James Potter whenever he wishes.” Draco felt the tingle as Harry flourished his wand and the oath became binding.

“Okay Malfoy, take your shirt off and hold it above your head.”

“But the plant will be able to grip my skin.” Even as he objected his hands moved to obey Harry’s demand.

“No it won’t.” Harry Accioed and mounted his broom flying above Draco, out of the plant’s reach. He gathered up the shirt and tucked it under his belt. He fumbled in his specimen bag producing a vial. Harry removed the stopper and poured the liquid onto his hands.

“Don’t put that foul smelling stuff anywhere near me, Potter.”

“Shut up Malfoy! It’s very slippery and the plant will be unable to grip. Stop grizzling and let me rub it onto you.”

Harry had not touched a man’s skin in this way before; neither had Draco had someone of his own age massage him. Both of them found it disturbing.

It was a precarious business because Harry had to lean down from his broomstick, and avoid the waving tendrils at the same time. Draco took some of the oil into his hands and applied the slippery substance to the gripping tendrils. That stopped their advance towards his waist, so it began to grip the fabric of Draco’s trousers instead.

Draco looked up and saw that Harry had landed, unzipped himself and was wanking determinedly.

“This is no time for pleasuring yourself, Potter. Get over here and help me!” Nevertheless Draco stared hard at Harry’s reciprocating fingers and what they contained.

Harry grinned: “Like what you see, Malfoy. I’m going to cum all over your shirt.”

“That’s disgusting, and then you’ll expect me to put it on … Eew!”

“No! We’re sacrificing the shirt to make a lure and distract the plant whilst I rescue you. Now get back to pouring oil on the feelers.”

Draco could never be called dim and almost immediately understood the plot; so he continued oiling himself and the wriggling shoots. Meanwhile Harry had reached his climax and was covering the shirt in spunk. Draco got quite a thrill out of watching the process and felt his juices rising even more.

“I’ve run out of oil, Potter.”

“Okay, stop trying to prize the plant off your prick. Pop the top button of your trousers and undo your belt. At the right time we’re going to sacrifice your trousers and lift the rest of you up out of its immediate reach. After that we’ll sever the vines round your prick and float you to safety. Got that?”

“Yes, Potter.” Draco popped his top button and started to undo his buckle.

“Once the trousers are loose, jiggle them up and down, trying not to tense your cock. If I remember rightly the plant responds to movement. I’ll also wave the shirt around to divide its attention.”

Draco released his buckle, caught hold of his waistband and began to move his trousers up and down. The ruse worked because the plant moved more shoots towards the vibrating trousers and another set shot out towards the spooged shirt that Harry was holding out on a stick.

“Right, Malfoy. As the last syllable of my Levicorpus rings out you must let go of your trousers and I will float you high enough. Firstly, let your libido have its own way and cum; telling me when it’s approaching, hopefully the slipperiness will stop the plant clinging to your prick, if not I will sever it and we’ll sort that out once you’re clear, okay?”

“Yes Potter!” Draco concentrated until he felt his orgasm beginning … … “I’m cumming!”

As the first shots squirted out Harry sent: “Levicorpus!”

Draco let go of his trousers and floated free. The creamy slipperiness helped and a couple of spirals of vine dropped off his prick. They scraped his flaring mushroom’s edges and made him gasp in lubriciousness as they passed. However the stems were still gripping his balls and another was still inside his back passage.

“Diffindo extremis!” The spell cut through the vines and Draco zoomed upwards, pricking his arse cheeks on the spines on the underside of the Rheum Palmatum’s umbrella-like leaves. The cut tendrils retracted into a tight bunch round Draco’s balls and he yelped.

Harry pointed his wand at the floating blond and drew him away from danger into the middle of the small clearing.

“Thank you Potter, that umbrella tree pricked my bottom, could you see if it’s bleeding, please?”

“It’s a bit difficult in this low light,” said Harry: “Grab my hand and I’ll apparate us to somewhere safe.”

Draco gave a shrug: “Alright! Is it private, I’d rather not be seen naked and aroused by everyone?”

“Yes, quite private. We need to deal with the tendrils round your cock in the light; I should hate to inadvertently circumcise you, or worse; as well.”

Draco shuddered; then he clocked the last two words: “As well?”

“Yes! Surely you haven’t forgotten your oath already, have you?”

Draco sighed: “No, I was just hoping …”

“… Well you can stop, because I fully intend to use my prerogative whenever I choose.”

Draco shrugged; it was not the first time he had been forced into man sex. Voldie and some of the death eaters had enjoyed his bottom more than once. ‘At least,’ he thought to himself: ‘It’s someone of my own age and he’s got a reasonable looking penis too.’

“Apparemus!”

They landed inside one of the school’s summerhouses, there was a low fire glowing in the grate, taking the chill off the room. A wide chaise-longue was on one side, a desk with an untidy pile of papers on another wall, and a couple of comfortable looking armchairs. Draco also noticed two doors.

“Do you have use of this place?”

“Yes, the Auror squad that I belong to meets here sometimes,” Harry saw Draco looking alarmed: “No worries the next one is in two days time.”

“Thank Merlin for that!”

“Right Malfoy, remove your remaining clothes!” Harry aimed his wand at some lanterns which sprang to life; he also used his wand to close the shutters, giving them complete privacy.

Draco shrugged and dragged his undershorts down and then stretched upwards to remove his tee-shirt. One of the remaining pieces of Erogeneum chose that time to tickle Draco’s prostate. Harry was given an impromptu striptease-and-hip-grind to inflame his libido. However he fought down the urge to pounce for the time being.

“Turn round, Malfoy. Let’s see if the thorns did any real damage.” Harry was sitting in one of the comfortable chairs with a naked Draco between him and the fire.

The remaining pieces of plant were still very active, so Draco did a series of sexy gyrations as he turned.

“I see you’re taking your oath very seriously, Malfoy. That bump and grind sequence is very arousing. Okay, bend down and then I can see if any umbrella spines are still embedded.”

Draco did as he was told and Harry took advantage to stroke the taught curved flesh. There were a couple of spines that Harry could see and he healed the other few small punctures. Afterwards he continued his very thorough stroking exploration of the pert bum before him. Working his way down Draco’s crevice Harry pumped the shoot that had wormed its way into Draco’s arse.

The stroking turned Draco on again: “Please P-Potter, get the vine off me before you start fucking me.”

That brought Harry back to reality: “I wasn’t going to yet; I was checking to see if the vine inside your bum was free. Accio small shears;” Harry pumped the vine vindictively before withdrawing it and cutting it into pieces: “Now turn round and I’ll start snipping.”

Very slowly and equally carefully Harry unwound and snipped little pieces off the clinging vine. Ensuring that the pieces were not long enough to encircle his fingers and that they went straight into the fire. However, the final length had to be withdrawn whole from inside Draco’s length.

“Are you ready, Malfoy?”

“Just hang on a few secs, you playing with my prick has got me going. I’m about to cum again, that will make it slippery and help the process.”

Harry had used a pair of small-tongs to grip the end of the protruding shoot and Draco began to hump it. Whilst this was happening, Harry’s hardening cock slipped through his boxer flies and grated along his zip, so he reached down and undid his flies allowing the bobbing robin to spring forth. Draco clocked the implement and had a frisson of delight, cumming at the same time. The shoot was reluctant but had nothing to grip on and so tried to expand. Draco huffed as it scraped the inside of his cock; convulsing as it came out of his tight glans and showering Harry’s hands with ejaculate. Harry’s grip on the tongs slipped and they fell towards his lap. He opened his legs and the tongs clattered to the floor. Not so the tendril. The slippery plant found another hole to explore and before Harry could clean his hands and reassert his grip the shoot was wriggling inside a new mushroom-eye.

Harry just caught its end before it disappeared and started to pull. Most of Draco’s spunk had been scraped off inside Harry’s mushroom on entry, so the plant was able to grip. Luckily for Harry he had been turned on by the sight of Draco’s gyrations and so was not too far off orgasm himself.

“Malfoy, pump my cock for me, please.”

“You’re a quick worker, Potter,” Draco applied his fingers: “Nice cock you have, slightly bigger than mine I think. How does that feel?”

“Uh huh … Oo-oo-oo …” Harry’s hips lifted and subsided a few times before he started to cum.

The internal lubrication worked and the shoot popped out. Harry kept hold and threw it into the fire. Meanwhile Draco’s fingers had been coated in the slippery stuff and he was enjoying stroking the Potter prong with one hand, whilst the other was exploring two pulsating balls. Draco decided that the oath would not be as repulsive as he had imagined it might, and his anal sphincter began to yearn for Harry’s magnificent instrument.

Harry huffed as the sensitive glans edges were caressed, enjoying, for the first time, someone playing with his prick. The sexual glow spread through the Gryff and he convulsed in extreme pleasure as he ejaculated for a second time.

“Fine, Malfoy, you may stop before I get too sore.”

“Okay, but I expect you to fuck me soon. I’m aching for some teenage flesh inside me and your gorgeous penis is just the right size to give me a thrill.” Draco gave Harry’s intumescence a parting caress: “I think my promise is going to be quite fun; much better that Voldie’s minions mauling me.”

“We’d better have a shower,” Harry said slowly, mulling over the new piece of information: “This door!” he said opening it.