What a Witch Needs

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A Close Call


Hermione sat between Harry and Ron as they watched the Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw Quidditch match the next day. Despite the many penalties for unnecessary roughness, Slytherin had managed to stay in the lead and the only ones happy about it were sitting in the tall stands directly across from Gryffindor’s.

Ron and Harry could not stop themselves from glowering across at the distinctive figure of Lucius Malfoy, who had come to watch Draco play. They had hoped they’d never had to see him again after what happened at the Department of Mysteries last spring.

“He has some nerve showing his face around here,” grumped Ron.

Hermione, who was watching Draco hovering above, absently said, “Forget about him. He can’t do magic for a year. He’s been stripped of his wand.” She couldn’t help but follow Draco with her eyes as she remembered the magnificent sex they shared last night in the Shrieking Shack. He looked so dashing in his Quidditch uniform, handling his broom gracefully. At times, when it seemed his head turned their way, she imagined that he was looking at her and Harry as well.

Harry had been unusually quiet, although he did cheer on Ravenclaw with the rest of the Gryffindors. Harry was having a hard time concentrating on the game with Hermione sitting next to him, their legs touching. He couldn’t place his hands on her at all, as they were surrounded on all sides by other students, so he had to be content with sitting close to her. The feel of her leg against his made him tingle and long for more. Ever so often she would turn to speak to someone behind him and her breasts would brush up against his arm, arousing him even further. Harry suspected she did that on purpose when she would give him a quick grin of mischief.

After one such incident, Harry leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I’m going to get you for that.”

She would only smile and whisper back, “I hope so.”

Harry, too, found his eyes drifting up to the blond seeker circling above. Whenever he remembered the things Draco had done to his body, lust would flood his senses and he found himself hating and desiring Malfoy at the same time. He hated that Draco had managed to get under his skin and invade his thoughts. He felt that he had been manipulated and used, yet knew that if offered the same things again, he would not refuse. In fact, the thought of having Hermione and Draco together again filled his thoughts so much, that he spent last night thinking of a place the could meet. He had not told Hermione of his plans yet. He felt it would be a special surprise for them both.

“Damn!” cursed Ron, when he noticed Draco had spotted the snitch and was now racing after it at full speed. Unfortunately, the Ravenclaw seeker was further away when the snitch appeared and now had the disadvantage of trying to catch up with the Slytherin.

The Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw stands were all quiet as Draco made a daring grab at the snitch and caught it after only a minute of chase. Only the Slytherin fans were whooping and cheering as the players descended to the ground and the game was pronounced over. Lucius Malfoy looked very pleased with the outcome of the game and smirked in delight. Professor Snape looked about as pleased as some one such as him possibly could. His stiff but frantic clapping was the greatest emotion he would show towards his house.

“Come on, let’s go,” Ron said, dismally, as they all stood up to file out of the stands. “I don’t want to stick around to see those bastards gloat.”

When Ron, Harry and Hermione reached the ground, they paused, watching the dejected Ravenclaw team make their way past them towards the dressing rooms. Cho Chang stopped when she saw Harry and smiled weakly. “Pretty bad, eh?” she commented.

Harry gave her a smile of sympathy and said, “It’s just one game. You’ll get them next time.”

“Yeah, we’ll have to see about that,” she replied. “Harry, can I talk to you for a moment?”

Harry gave Hermione a quick glance and said, “Uh… sure.” He walked off with Cho to a less crowded spot.

Ron grabbed Hermione’s arm and said, “Come on, give them some time alone.” He began walking back towards the castle and Hermione reluctantly followed after him. She threw a concerned look over her shoulder at where Cho and Harry were standing and speaking.

Hermione felt bothered by Harry going off with Cho like that as she had no idea if he still carried feelings for her. It was obvious to Hermione that Cho still had an interest in Harry. Would Cho have the power to snag Harry away from her? She looked back towards them again with a worried frown. She knew Harry enjoyed giving his body to her, but who would get his heart? He had liked Cho for many years now.

“What are you dragging your feet for?” Ron complained, turning around and looking back at Hermione. Hermione turned her face towards Ron and shook her head.

“Nothing,” she replied

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The Slytherin team had just finished cheering and congratulating one other on the field and were now making their way to their dressing rooms. Draco turned his head towards the Gryffindor stands, searching for the two he most wanted to see. He spotted Hermione walking away and glancing back, a worried expression on her face. He followed her line of vision and spotted the scene that seemed to be disturbing her.

“Well, well,” he said, quietly to himself, “we won’t have any of that now, will we?”


Harry had been listening politely to Cho while she nervously invited him go walking with her around the lake this afternoon. Harry found that instead of being delighted with the offer, he felt burdened with having to find an excuse not to accept. A week ago, he would have jumped at a chance to be alone with Cho. Now things had changed so much for him. He had no label to put on this ‘thing’ he had with Hermione and Malfoy, but whatever it was, he was committed to exploring it further. It was the only thing that seemed to appeal to him now.

“That sounds real nice,” Harry replied, “but I told Hagrid I’d come over for tea this afternoon. Perhaps some other time?”

Cho sensed the lack of excitement for her offer, becoming confused. She was sure that Harry had liked her, and she had decided to finally take a chance and make a move. He had been giving her covert looks for the last two months and now he seemed indifferent to her interest.

“Sure,” she said, disappointed. “Some other time, then.” She turned quickly on her heel and left to join her teammates in the dressing room.

Harry felt bad for her, but what was he to do? He supposed he had better walk over to Hagrid’s hut and see if he could get an invitation to tea. At least he wouldn’t be too bad of a liar then. Besides, he hadn’t had a chat with Hagrid for a good while.

He headed in the opposite direction of the crowd, towards the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, to a pathway that he knew led to Hagrid’s hut. Hagrid had been at the game earlier, but since Harry did not see his very noticeable form around the field, he assumed that Hagrid had already headed home.

As Harry continued walking down the pathway, he was startled by a whooshing noise that flew by him. He stopped and watched as the figure which had disturbed him slowed to a stop and turned about to face him.

Malfoy!

The blond had spotted Harry walking this way, hoping on his broom which was still in his hand from the game, his green Slytherin cape flying behind him. Now he stepped off his broom and stood in the pathway before Harry, glaring at him in irritation.

Harry’s body immediately went into reaction. He had no idea what Draco was up to or why he looked angry, but the memories of the heated contact between them was enough to send the blood rushing to Harry’s lower regions.

Draco did not miss Harry’s look of desire, or the changes in his body, and his original reason for confronting him became distorted when he felt his own heartbeat quickening. A knowing smirk rose on his face and he sauntered slowly towards Harry, playing on the Gryffindor’s need for seduction.

Harry could not seem to move his feet as Draco approached. His breaths quickened as he glanced around and saw no one else about. ‘Where the hell is all my bravery now?’ Harry thought. He felt any desire to resist Draco drifting away. A shiver went through him and he said, “What?”

Draco was now directly in front of him and took a slow, perusing look down Harry’s body and back up again to his lust filled eyes. He grabbed Harry’s arm and pulled him towards a copse of trees on the side of the pathway. Harry willingly let Draco pull him into privacy and knew his body desperately wanted whatever it was about to get.

Draco surprise Harry, roughly swinging the startled Griffindor up against a tree and standing with both arms on either side of him, pinning him in. Harry gave no sign of struggle and looked at Draco in expectation. Draco felt his cock harden at the thought that Harry was apparently letting him call the shots. He could tell the sexy brunette was practically panting to be seduced. He fully intended to give him what he craved, but Draco needed to get a few things straight first.

“Listen to me, Potter, because I dislike having to repeat myself,” Draco began. Draco moved his hand on top of the bulge in Harry’s trousers and grasped onto its hard length through the material, making Harry suck in his breath and turning his eyes darker with desire. Draco moved his body even closer to Harry’s, pressing up against the front and still keeping his hand firmly in place.

His lips were an inch away from Harry’s. “This cock,” he rasped, giving a little squeeze on Harry’s genitals, “belongs to me and Granger. You can fuck me and you can fuck her - but no one else.” Draco’s eyes searched Harry’s for any objection and found none. Then he continued, “You better forget anything thing you had going with Chang, because that’s over. I don’t ever… and I mean never… want to see you hurt our girl again with your fucking disloyalty.”

“Disloyalty?” Harry panted; the feel of Draco’s hand on his cock and those lips so close to his was scrambling his brains. But through this lust, he felt offended at Draco’s words. “I didn’t do anything!”

“Then you didn’t see Granger’s face while you chatted up that Ravenclaw cunt,” Draco sneered and squeezed Harry’s cock tighter.

Harry quickly put his hands on Draco’s chest and pushed him away. “Fucker!” Harry snapped. “You have no idea what you’re talking about! And what the fuck gives you the right to tell me what to do? You going to give up Pansy, and whoever else you’re fucking, for Hermione and me? Is that what you’re saying?” Harry yelled, frustrated.

Draco smirked at Harry’s anger but kept his cool. “Maybe I will.”

“Yeah, right,” Harry replied, snorting with disbelief.

“You think you know me so well, Potter?” Draco grinned.

“I know enough,” Harry snapped.

Draco stepped close to him once again and said, “Then you must know that you’re mine.” Before Harry could protest he added, “And it’s not because I want it. It’s because you want it.”

Harry’s mouth opened in surprise and outrage. Yet the sexy look on Draco’s face as it descended on him stopped any objection that he would have uttered. Draco bit onto Harry’s lower lip and pulled on it with his teeth, causing Harry to put his hands on the tree behind him to steady himself. His cock yearned for release as Draco brought his lips fully on Harry’s, tonguing him with passion and possession. Harry was unable to control his own response, easily giving in and tonguing Draco back, sucking him into his mouth and tasting him greedily.

When Harry groaned against his mouth, Draco pressed his body fully against Harry’s, causing the erections of both boys to rub against each other in a most exquisite way. “Fuck, Potter,” Draco whispered against Harry’s lips, snaking his hands around to Harry’s backside and squeezing his arse cheeks, pressing Harry’s arousal more firmly onto his own. Harry threw his head back and shut his eyes with pleasure as Draco licked and bit his way down Harry’s throat, continuing the sensuous movements of his hips.

“You want me to fuck you, Potter?” Draco rasped against Harry’s throat. “Or, maybe, you want to fuck me this time. Is that what you want, Potter? You want to put that cock in my tight arse?”

Harry felt drunk with lust, his legs going weak. He was thankful for the tree behind him. It was the only thing keeping him upright at the moment. His arms lifted of their own accord and wrapped around Draco under his cape, holding him and his magnificent lips to his neck.

“Say you want me, Potter,” Draco growled out. “Tell me that this arse is mine and I’ll make sure to fuck it good at every opportunity. Or maybe it’s my mouth you think about. Do you think about me licking you down there? Maybe you want me to suck your cock, hmmm? I’ll fucking suck you dry, Potter, suck you till you can’t stand up…”

Harry was growing desperate, lust throbbing through his body, he could barely breath. He didn’t want Draco to talk anymore, he was ready to burst at the thoughts Draco put into his mind. Fuck!

He wished the blond would just shut up and take him down. Yes, that’s what he wanted. He wanted Malfoy to overpower him and take his choice away. Already Harry felt it would be impossible for him to resist. His body would die if Draco pulled away from him and left. “It’s yours,” Harry barely managed to say.

Draco raised his face from Harry’s neck, looking him in the eyes. They were both panting, a triumphant smirk rising over the blond boy’s face. Draco squeezed Harry’s arse harder and said, “That’s right, Potter, it is. And Granger and I will share your cock.” Draco rotated his hips around in small circles causing Harry to moan at the delicious friction. Draco’s eyes became a darker shade of grey-blue as he continued speaking, “And you better devote your cock to pleasing Granger when I can’t be there. We don’t want our girl seeking comfort from others now, do we?”

Harry shook his head and rasped out, “No!” He did not like the feeling he got at the thought of Hermione seeking sex from others. Harry gasped and groaned as Draco stuck his hand down the front of Harry’s trousers, grasping onto his excited cock and moving it in the most exquisite way.

“Remember what I taught you, Potter, and use it well. Make her cum hard and make her cum often. Then she’ll never leave us,” Draco ordered, knowing Harry was extremely close to cumming himself.

Harry could only nod his head in agreement as he began spurting onto Draco’s wrist. He let out a deep groan, releasing his seed and sinking his head back against the bark of the tree. He opened his eyes again when Draco had released his cock and watched as the blond boy lick Harry’s cum off of his wrist and his hand. Harry was still out of breath when he asked, “You been with many blokes?”

Draco placed his hands back on Harry’s hips. “A few.”

“Crabbe and Goyle?” Harry wondered.

Draco cocked one eyebrow and laughed. “Now those two don’t exactly inspire lust in anyone, do they?”

Harry grinned at the comment, secretly glad that Draco was more discriminating in his lovers than he had thought. Then he noticed Draco pulling his own trousers part way down and positioning his cock over the top. Draco was huge and throbbing with need. “Suck me off,” he rasped to Harry, pushing the brunette boy’s shoulders downwards.

Harry shakily dropped to his knees and put one hand on Draco’s thigh and the other he wrapped around the Slytherin’s warm hard cock. Harry had never thought he’d want to do this to a guy before, but suddenly he found that he very much wanted to suck on Draco. He took a deep breath and lowered his mouth over the head of the cock, feeling its texture with his lips and tongue.

Draco now had his hands propped against the tree, leaning forward into Harry’s mouth. His chin was tucked under and his eyes shut as he growled out, “Fuck, Potter, that feels good.”

“Draco?” sounded a crisp, toneless voice from behind him. Draco froze in place - except for his eyes, which now flew open and looked straight at Harry, shocked. Harry had pulled his mouth off of Draco and was now staring up into the blond boy’s frightened face. They both knew whose voice that was, and it was the last person they were both hoping to see. Luckily, Draco’s green cape had fallen on both sides of Harry as he leaned over him, and so Harry’s identity was still hidden.

After a few moments of shock, Draco muttered to Harry, “Get out of here.” Harry gave him a quick nod. Turning his body away, he slipped quickly out from the cape and around the tree. He scrambled off into the woods, making sure many trees were obscuring the intruder’s line of vision.

Draco tucked his member back into his pants and slowly turned around to face his father. Lucius Malfoy was craning his neck sideways and looking off into the woods where he saw the boy go. He did not get a proper look at him. “Who was that boy?” Lucius asked in curiosity.

“No one you know, Father,” Draco said, sans emotion.

His eyes swung back to Draco’s face. “Really, Draco, you should take your indiscretions to somewhere more private.”

Draco frowned at his father. “I thought that I had.”

“Yes, well,” Lucius shrugged, “you didn’t seek me out after the game ended. Didn’t you think I’d like to speak with you?”

“If it’s about tonight, then have no fear. All has been arranged,” Draco replied, stiffly.

Lucius nodded, “Very good. Make sure Snape does not interfere.”

“It’s been taken care of,” Draco said, wishing his father would just leave.

Lucius was about to turn and leave, but then he hesitated a moment, looking back at his son. “You do like girls as well, don’t you?”

“Yes, Father, I do,” Draco replied.

Lucius appeared slightly mollified, “Good, because I will expect you to produce the next Malfoy heir when the time comes.”

Draco simply stood there and stared at his father, willing him to leave.

Lucius was in deep thought for a moment before saying, “It’s a shame the Marlston heiress was never found. She would have been the perfect choice for you.”

“What are you talking about?” Draco asked, confused. He had never heard that name before.

Lucius looked at Draco. “Ah, I forget. You were just a baby yourself when Sebastian and Morgana were killed. They had a daughter, you know. Put her in the care of some distant squib relative during the war. When they were killed, the squib disappeared with the babe and no one was ever able to track her down. Pity, really. She would have been extremely wealthy. Still would be - if she ever came forward to claim her heritage.”

Draco could not help thinking about what Hermione had said the other night regarding her natural parents. Could it be her?

“Until tonight then,” said Lucius, interrupting Draco’s musings. He turned and strode back down the path. Draco watched his father’s retreat then let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, Lucius had not recognized Harry! How would he ever explain that?

Draco spun about, looking into the woods, hoping that perhaps Harry had stayed around somewhere. When Harry did not appear, he cursed and turned to pick up his broom.

“That fucking prick,” Draco said of his father. “He’s always ruining things.”


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