The Secret of the Dragon

"Immobulus", Draco shouted. 

He slowly approached the stiffened body of the professor. The look of fear and surprise was captured on his face. Obviously he had not expected to be caught, let alone attacked. Draco absently wondered how many times the professor had gotten away with luring young girls into a secluded area so that he could take advantage of them. Draco gave his trademark sneer, kneeling down next to the older man.

"Didn't expect me, aye? No. No, of course not. No matter. It seems that I've arrived just in time for the party. You see, professor, since the war ended, I can't get away with the cruciatus or the imperius. It's quite sad, really. I do, however, still have ways to make your life a nightmare -- or should I say 'the end of your life'? To be truthful, I do intend to end you, and I will take great enjoyment in it, make no mistake."

"I'm sure you understand such dark desires", Draco said, standing up and retrieving the professors wand.

"First thing's first."

"Silencio"...."Locomotor Mortis"

"I can't have you yelling. No, someone might here you before I am finished and I can't have you able to walk about...that would be far too risky", Draco said, removing the Immobulus spell, "But I do want to have the full experience of watching you suffer at my hand." 

Draco had become solely focused on the professors punishment, and he knew exactly what he was going to do. The most painful thing that he had ever experienced, aside from the Cruciatus.

"Sectumsempra.", Draco drawled lazily. 

The professor instantly became distressed. Draco was sure that he would be gurgling and whimpering if not for the silence charm. The professors face contorted in pain as Draco cooed, "Yes, I'm quite aware of how painful that particular spell is. I think I will just let you slowly bleed out and be done with you."

"Or not.", he teased, casting the counter-curse at the last possible moment, following with the stinging jinx while laughing to himself. 

"If only I had a potion or two handy, we would have some real fun.", Draco said, conjuring a small dagger and walking over to the professor.

Draco dug the dagger into the flesh of the professors arm and a tear pooled at the older Slytherins eye. 

"Tsk, tsk. Quite the blubbering fool.", Draco chided as he turned his attention to the professors exposed manhood. "Well, what do we have here? I don't think you'll be needing this anymore", he finished, cleanly removing the professors prized possession in one swift movement. 

Tears openly streamed down the professors face now as his chest rose and fell rapidly. He was surely going to pass out and Draco decided to end the job before anyone happened to come along. And, after all, he at least wanted the professor to be awake for his own death. Draco looked the man in the eyes as he dove the twinkling dagger through his heart.

Draco would find a way to dispose of the body later, but for now, he needed to hide the evidence and move the mudblood to their rooms. He awkwardly dragged the body under the desk, casting a concealing charm, deciding he would come back for it later tonight. He then quickly cast scourgify for the blood pooled on the floor before  turning his attention to the unconscious girl on the desk. 

She still lay completely exposed from the waist down, of which Draco had become painfully aware. Cursing himself, he replaced her clothes with his wand, not wanting to touch the young witch. He decided to himself that he would rid himself of his lustiness tonight. For now, though, his goal was to move an unconscious Granger through the corridors without being spotted. 

"Brilliant", he exclaimed as an idea occurred to him. When his parents had been captured, he had naturally inherited all of their assets, including several house elves. He was well aware that while witches and wizards, for the most part, could not apparate on castle grounds, house elves' magic had no such limitations. 

Draco was quite pleased with himself as he summoned his favorite elf, Jibs, who appeared a moment later with a loud 'pop'.

"Jibs, take the mudblood to the common room. Then return to me."

"Yes, Master Malfoy", the elf said timidly, placing his hand on the girls arm and vanishing.

The elf reappeared a moment later.

"Jibs, I need you to make this body disappear. Can you do that? I'm warning you, if it is ever found, you will pay dearly."

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, Jibs can doos it."

"Good, then. Go on. You may return to the manner when you're done.", Draco said, and strode out of the office after checking that no one was there to witness him. 

When he returned to the common room, he saw that Granger had been placed on the couch, where she had slept the night before. He went into his room and retrieved a vial from his personal stores and placed it on the table for when she awoke, which he guessed would be sometime in the early morning.

He then strode into his room, closed the door, and fell into his plush bed lined with green, silk sheets. He rolled onto his back, releasing his aching cock from his trousers. Yes, it had been far to long since it had gotten proper attention. Draco began stroking himself, and, though he tried, he could not erase the image of a naked Granger from his lusty thoughts. As he reached his climax, the only thing he could imagine was her moaning his name as he thrust into her heat-- a thought which disturbed him deeply as he attempted to sleep that night.

When he awoke the next morning, he showed face at breakfast, after which, he brought a small offering of food to the young witch and wrote a brief note, to be sure that she would not get the wrong impression of his interests.