Fairy Tales

Still don't own anything...if I did they would not be so damned pure.




Echo awoke the following morning snuggling in the arms of her betrothed. She took a deep breath, bringing in his sent, he smelled nice. He felt nice; warm and comfortable. She realized that she fit perfectly into the swell of his chest. He started to stir. Tossing over and throwing his leg across hers. This could last forever.

Memories of the night before started to invade her brain. He had been there to protect her; he had cared what had happened to her. She was amazed that he had cried real tears for her, held her close and let her slobber on his fine clothes.

Slowly, she began to come to her senses. Today was the first day of term. They had to get a move on. Reaching a small finger out towards his face, she ran it along his cheek, drawing it down towards his mouth. His face lowered, still in sleeping form, to hers; he kissed her finger. She gasped; feeling his lips on her was exhilarating, she wanted more. She made a bold move and ran her finger over his lips once more; moving her face closer to his, eyes never leaving the plump pink patches of skin that had just delivered the smoothest feel she had ever experienced, save, the one time he had taken her mouth in a dangerous exploration with his.

As she inched forward, his arm snaked down her body until it reached the small of her back, lightly rubbing circles on her skin. Once more, she moved forward, she could feel his breath landing on her, she knew that she wanted this; would she dare capture those soft lips without his permission?

The question was answered in a resounding yes; she placed her lips to his and slowly began to place chaste kisses on him. Draco, being more asleep than not, responded to this the only way he knew how. He deepened it. Placing one of his hands up into her silky hair, grabbing it tightly, so tightly that she moaned, he took the kiss further, rolling onto her, hands groping at her nightdress. As he pulled the gown up and was about to go over her head with it, he broke the kiss for some much needed air, opening his eyes for the first time, he saw her, the small girl that he found pretty, not beautiful, yet, but was certain that he would marry her.

“Echo”, he breathed, taking in her appearance, she was to be quite beautiful; he dipped his head and took her lips once more. She tasted lovely. His hands roamed in her hair as he took charge of the kiss. Deepening it, one hand dropped to her gown once more and pulled it upward, he caught sight of her cotton knickers, his cock twitched. He mentally told it to keep down. Bringing his soft fingers over her stomach, her body shivered. He lowered his body, kissing her gently on the way down to her belly. He ran his tongue over her flesh, inhaling her sent and sending chills through his already stiff body. She was breathing sharply, her air hitching in her chest just as easily as it flowed through her.

“Draco”, she moaned, “That feels wonderful.”

He gave a small chuckle deep within his body. He pushed the gown up farther, ran his hands over her small budding breasts, she winced, “They will be sore for quite some time, you know…sometimes, when they stop growing and being so very tender to touch, a little tug on the tips of your nipple, small pain…will bring you great pleasure.” He continued to stroke her breasts softly, down the sides of her stomach and further south to the cotton covered apex. His mind remembered last night events, and he looked up at her. “I should stop; my touch is probably not welcome at this time.” He made to sit up, she grabbed him. “I love your touch, it is full of tenderness and pleasure…please…don’t leave me” she pleaded.

Replacing his body aside hers, he ran his fingers over the white cotton. Draco lowered his nose to her center and took a deep breath, she raised her body towards his face, not knowing what was making her do it. Her eyes drifted shut, her body was quivering, she was aware that this was her station in life. Her sole reason for existence was to be under Draco Malfoy with his wicked hands doing wicked things to her body that his wicked mind dreamed up.

She opened her eyes and looked deep into his soul; he wanted to touch her, yes, he could touch her, any damned time he wanted. With her eyes, she begged him to remove her knickers. Grasping the sides, he slowly pulled them over her hips, down her knees, off her ankles. She had beautiful legs, he had never noticed. Someday those legs would be tightly wrapped around his waist gripping his cock farther inside of her, but not today, not this time.

Coming back into focus on the present, his fingers ran their way over her mound. He wanted to take her in his mouth, he wanted to inhale the wonderful scent that she was producing, he longed to taste her juices…his father’s mouth had been there. She placed a hand behind his neck and pulled him forward. His nose came in contact with the sensitive place and she let out a cry of passion. His resolve broke, damn his father for being there first, but he would not let him be there again, no man would be there again. Capturing her clit in his mouth he rolled it around with his tongue. Echo was muttering gibberish. He took his hands and spread her lips apart, driving his tongue into her tight hole. She was writhing with pleasure, moaning loudly, squeezing her fists around his hair and the bed sheets. He took a finger and dipped it carefully into her, his other hand reached up and latched onto breast. He tried to be gentle. He tried to ignore the throbbing erection that she had caused, he was loosing on both accounts.

“Does that feel good, little one?”

“Yes, please don’t stop”

Draco smiled at her and reattached his mouth to her clit; she was moaning and rocking on his face. She looked up at him, “I want to please you, tell me, what I can do to please you?”

Oh, little one, you are far too small to pleasure me, it would hurt you…I will be fine…just enjoy my touch.”

“How can I enjoy your touch, when my heart knows of your passion? You will satisfy your needs with the first available witch, I want to be the witch that pleases you. I want you to teach me how.”

Draco released his pants button, he knew that she was speaking the truth; he would take his aggression out on the first woman he saw. He rose above her and removed his pants. He saw the look of awe on her face as he released his swollen penis. “Have you never seen a man before?”

She took her hands and wrapped them around his member giving it a firm but gentle squeeze and a tug as she inspected it. “I have seen one, in a book, but this is much more beautiful; all swollen and weeping because of me. Who am I? I am no one special.”

Draco grabbed her face and looked her squarely in the eye. “You are Echo Dolohov, the future Mrs. Draco Malfoy. You are the most important woman at this school. You will be the most beautiful woman that any man alive has ever seen. You will be my woman. Yes, little one, you are special.”

Placing his hand over hers, he began to pump his cock, showing her how he liked it and at what pace. “That’s it…steady…just like that.”

Echo sat up upon her knees and pressed him back down onto the bed. Crawling above him she lowered her body to where she could get a better view of what he looked like. As she stroked him, listening to his heavy breathing, she gathered up her courage and leaned in for a swift lick of the head of his penis. Licking away the pre-cum, she withdrew her mouth from him but continued to stroke. He moaned when she licked him. She had made him moan. His hand came up to her head, he rose off the pillow and looked her in the eyes, “You are most welcome to do that again, if you like.”

She laughed, he must like that. “You’ll have to show me how.”

He smiled, “damn, girl, it would be my pleasure.”

Taking her head he guided her lips onto his swollen cock. Instructing her to wet the shaft with her tongue before she attempted to take it all into her mouth. He stroked her neck, telling her to loosen the muscles in her throat. She was being a very good student. Draco laid back and enjoyed her work; after all, this was a learning experience. He was in sexual bliss; she lacked experience and confidence, but made up for it with her willingness to please. He grabbed her body and swung it around to where she was straddling his face. Driving his tongue and fingers into her and over her clit, he felt her start to contract. She raised her head away from his cock and moaned, “No, little one, suck me, we will finish together, accept the little death, accept it while you return the favor to me.”

She resumed her licking and sucking, he too, continued to manipulate her body. In one long, loud shudder, Echo experienced her first orgasm with Draco Malfoy. Upon hearing her screams, Draco could hold back no longer and released his load into her hot mouth.

Both lay there, waiting for their breathing to become normal.

“That was…” Echo started.

“Fabulous, magnificent, exhilarating, damn, I could break out the thesaurus if you’d like…Incredible. That is the word, incredible.”

Echo smile and snuggled down into his chest. Draco wrapped his arms around her, kissed her softly on the top of the head and let out a very contented sigh.

She fell asleep in his arms again. Neither made it to their first day of classes.

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Nothing was going right. Severus Snape had come into the Room of Requirement later on that day and quite literally ‘jerked a knot in Draco’s head’. The whole school was abuzz at another one of that old cow, Umbridge, then questioning him over where he had been for the day. It was very unusual for a student to skive off classes at Hogwarts without a really good showing of it.

Brandon’s day did not seem to be going any better. At dinner that evening, he regaled Draco with far too much information of the witch’s so far who had made complete fools of themselves by throwing themselves at him. One girl wanted to carry his pack.

“I need a drink”, Brandon blurted out.

Draco smiled at him. Yes, a drink would be good.

“I know of a way out…we could fly to a bar. Hogsmede is out; the people there would turn us in.”

“What the hell is a Hogsmede?”

Draco laughed, “It’s the only whole magic community around. Trust me; you’ll get to go in a few weekends…that is, if your daddy signs your wittle permission slip.”

Brandon looked at his friend, Draco was grinning like the cat that ate the cream. “Trust me; he will sign the damned slip. Besides, I need to quiz you on where you were and what happened with that fine chunk of ‘girl’ you were with.”

Draco threw his roll down onto his plate. “We’ll talk about that later. You know, sometimes your sarcasm is about as bad as old Snape’s.”

Brandon could not help but to grin.

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It was 2 am; Draco and Brandon were pissed out of their minds. Returning to Hogwarts from the London pub they were currently at was proving to be one hell of a major problem. Neither could tell which way was which, and considering that mainly they were lying on the grass, laughing at nothing even remotely funny, they were in desperate need of rescuing. Draco kept babbling about the blonde that he took up against the wall in the pub, hard and fast. “She was a right nice lay, too”, he kept telling Brandon. That particular statement just made Brandon laugh harder, she had been short, with a well-rounded bottom and enormous breasts. Brandon figured that Draco was far too gone from drink to care that he was in the middle of the pub, literally with his pants down around his ankles, buried inside a girl whom he did not even know her name, pounding on her as he barked instructions on the way to make it ‘better for him’.

As they lay in the cool grass, intermittingly bursting into laughter over absolutely nothing, a large commotion starts to stir down by the pub that they had just left. Brandon rolled over and stared at the building. People were running and screaming. Flashes of bright red, violet and green were bouncing off the walls. Brandon reached to get Draco’s attention. “Hey, does that not look like a wizard’s fight to you?”

“You in England now, mate—it’s a duel.” Draco rolled over and studied their surroundings. Black capes, white masks, loads of wands, mean looking snarls, the Dark Lord in a very green cape, angry yells, loud laughing—shit, The Dark Lord!

Draco stood too quickly for his stomach and head. As his brain started to fog and black out, he emptied his stomach contents, nothing but liquid, onto the green grass. “Bloody hell, mate…it’s him…we have to do something…” Draco was panting at Brandon who not only did not seem concerned but he had not moved either.

“Who—him?” Brandon eyed the scene, all he saw were a bunch of lunatics running around with muggles, twisting them in the air and bringing their underpants off. Over on the other side of their grassy spot, a man wearing the thick heavy robes was forcing a woman to have sex. She was yelling and moaning at the same time. Brandon wondered for a moment if she simply could not make up her mind on rather or not she enjoyed it. Pretty soon though, it was evident that she would not enjoy her time with the robed man, she was bleeding. He, the robed figure, lay on her with a curved knife, slowly making cut marks on her body. Blood was dripping all over him, the grass; Brandon could not help the swell of his cock…the sight was morbidly erotic to him. The sight and smell of the blood…it had been a while since he had had fresh blood. His father had kept stored blood for feedings upon emergency. The scent was drawing him in. Brandon raised upon his hands and knees, crawled carefully, without sound, to the woman lying in his path. When the robed man looked upon him, he barred his incisors, letting the man know for certain that he should just leave the girl be. She was draining, fast. She still had a pulse in her neck. Leaning down, he covered his mouth around her neck, biting into her. The blood, warm and fresh started to pour into his mouth like an open valve. Brandon pulled her into his lap and held her close. The tips of his fingers were on fire with pleasure from this woman. She was not merely a woman; there was something strange about her. She tasted almost exotic. Closing his eyes, he did not see the gathering of people around him. They stood, watching him extinguish the life of this person. Her pulse was fading and Brandon knew it was wise to stop feeding. If he was too continue, death would come to them both. For the first time, in a long time, he had reached bliss without he sexual act accompanying the need of feeding. Truly content, he let the woman go, falling back onto the grass. Only then did he notice that he was not alone. A man, a large, strange looking man stood smiling down at him, holding Draco, who may or may not have pissed himself, by the tuff of the hair.

“Very good, my boy…very, very well done. Might I inquire why there is a Lamia on this part of the island and no one in my circle has yet to inform me? Severus, surely this boy attends your school. I was always under the impression that you were the smart one.”

“My Lord, the child just began attending Hogwarts. I had planned an introduction with you, after I had shown him what talents he bestowed. The boy, he has yet to figure out what usefulness he has.”

Brandon knew better than to speak. His father was there. This must be the famous Dark Lord, he did as he was told to do all through his life, when faced with the Dark Lord, close your mind and most importantly, your mouth.

The man, being, snake…turned to Brandon and asked, “Tell me your name, child.”

“Brandon…Nefis, Brandon Nefis”, he said more confidently than he felt.

“Well, Brandon, I gave give you the power that your heart seeks. I can show you all that you have ever dreamed of and much, much more. All you have to do is too join me.”

Knowing that pride and power was not going to get him home to Hogwarts, he boasted with arrogance. “Well, I must say that that is a very tempting offer, however, I, what is the phrase that I am looking for…oh, yes, I bloody well do not know who you are, and therefore, sadly, I must decline such pleasantries.

Many of the robed figures shifted their feet. Brandon caught his father and Uncle Lucius give a hint of a grievous grin. The Dark Lord stepped towards the boy, ‘Tell me boy, who are your kin? Are they witch and wizard, vampire…what? What makes you feel so confident that you are able to give me lip with such ease?”

“Honestly, man—I have no idea who you are. Sorry if my ignorance is rude. I was just having some drinks and a few laughs with my new friend here, we sort of got sidetracked with the ladies, if you know what I mean, the next thing I know, there is a perfectly good smelling soon to be corpse laying under one of your—followers, nice robes, a little dramatic for my style…but no one has asked for my opinion.”

Draco was squirming; he wanted to be let free of the hold on him. Finally he could not take anymore of the power struggle and began to curse, rather loudly. The Dark Lord just laughed and let him go. Lucius, your boy is just like you. I remember you at this age…he is just a remake of you. Soon, boy you will stand with me, inside this circle. You will be given the pleasures beyond your wildest dream…maybe you can convince your new friend to come with you…to see the light, as they say.”

Turning around to his Death Eaters the Dark Lord gave command for all to vacate this spot. They were coming close to Aurors showing up, he was not quite ready to allow the Ministry to know he, indeed had returned.

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As the others were retreating, Lucius raised a hand and hit Draco hard across the face. Draco was in no form to fight the man. His energy had drained away with the contents of his stomach. The high that he felt only moments ago was completely gone because of the presence of the Dark Lord. As his knees hit the hard ground, he found himself sputtering for words. Not given any time to correlate a proper sentence together, soon he found himself on the receiving end of another blow, this time from his father’s fist. Severus made a move for the boy. Lucius was angered and had not had the opportunity to take his frustrations out on another, his son was going to be the receiver of his pent up energy. Not to mention that Brandon, not his son, had been responsible for killing the one creature that the Dark Lord had been after tonight and had done it with such style and flare.

Severus grasped his old friend by the collar, spinning him and saying very quietly but deadly, “There is no use in besting the boy. You will remove your hands from him.” Severus had never used his mind games on his old friend, this time they were called for. Lucius surely would have killed the boy.

Tossing Draco, onto the ground, Lucius looked at him and stated plainly, “Should you ever again stick that Malfoy cock of yours into an unworthy muggle, not only will I disown you, I will disgrace you.”

Draco was fuming. Getting his legs back he rose. “You have already disgraced me, Father. Heed my warning, the next time you take it upon yourself to entertain my future bride, I will not be responsible for the number of hexes you receive while you sleep.”

Lucius smiled, “She will one day make for a beautiful daughter-in-law, someone will have to satisfy her…you are far too busy wallowing in the mud with the dirt of the world, I do not mind the task being bestowed unto me.”

Draco took a hard run at Lucius, hitting him in the chest, knocking him over, drawing his wand, he stated quite clearly too where he knew that his father had not been misinformed, “You will not touch her again. She belongs to me. I do have the capabilities to hurt you. To protect my family, my future family, I see no reason to allow things to run as smoothly as they have been.”

He was walking on thin ice. His father knew far too many curses to be played with. His gut told him that if needed Brandon and Uncle Severus would have his back.

Lucius laughed a very mirthful laugh, rose from the grass and looked his son dead in the face, “You are messing with fire, son. Do you really want to be burned over a piece of ass? I know more than you will ever know. I would be wary of crossing me, son.”

“I think that you underestimate my abilities.”

Lucius closed the space between the two of them, leaning down to make himself eye to eye with the child that he helped make, he hissed, “I know that you are always bested by the mudblood. I know that she is always a point higher and a moment quicker. No one should strive to be quite literally second best.”

Draco smiled at him, the kind that does not make it to the eyes and spat, “You will one day be on the receiving end of one of the mudbloods curses. Personally, I hope that I am there to witness it.” Again, Lucius slapped him. “You are not worthy to be called a Malfoy! Your mother and I have raised you to know that you are better than all kind!”

Draco recovered from the slap and looked his father in the eye, “I know how you raised me, I know what your morals and obligations are, and I am well aware of just who I am better than.” Draco knew that he had spoken enough, that he had to remove himself from the presence of his fatheforefore he was cursed and not allowed by law to defend himself. Turning around he caught Snape’s eye and said, “I think that I need to get back to school.”

“Yes, we do”, replied Snape.

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The trip back to Hogwarts was long and cold. No one said anything to one another; Draco was too concerned that he and his father had come to such words. When approaching the castle, Severus told the boys to go shower then to meet him in his office.

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Severus Snape downed a pepper-up potion before falling into his chair behind his desk. He was getting too damned old for this.

Brandon and Draco arrived in Snape’s office, neither of them very keen on hearing what the man had to say. They were in trouble. And they knew it. After the long, very pregnant pause that Snape made in order to gain the momentum to have this talk. “The two of you were out of bounds, three weeks detention with Mr. Filtch. Next time the two of you decide on going off grounds, you might think that if anyone other than I had caught you, expulsion would be in your future. Seeing that you, Draco, did not bother to attend classes yesterday, I believe that you should eat a hearty breakfast, son. It will not be easy to stay up all day, night, and the next day and night. Mr. Filtch needs help with manual labor, I am sure that the two of you can handle it. You are dismissed.”

Looking back, Brandon knew that he should have taken Draco’s advice, he should have gotten his ass out of the chair and caught the 3 hours sleep that the Potion’s Master was allowing. Something in him would not let the conversation end here.

“That’s it?” he roared. “What about all those black robed people, what about the woman that I drained, who was that insane man that toyed around in my mind?” Brandon was beyond furious. He wanted, no, needed answers.

“Come on, Brandon”, said Draco. “Let’s get a little sleep.”

“NO!” he shouted, “answer me, father. I could feel his joy over my hunt. I could feel the magic that came from his body—who…”

Severus stood, “Silence! The person that you met this evening was the Dark Lord. How dim are you boy? He was truly happy with your kill, which was the mission of the evening. She happened to be the last remaining wood nymph from the Netherlands, they are very rare anyway but this one had the greatest seer of known history as a relative. She was said to possess a gift so strong that the Dark Lord wanted her to join his ranks. She refused. For that she was executed.”

Brandon sat back in his chair. He scratched his face and let out a long, cleansing sigh. “I refused him this evening.”

“Yes, you did.”

“Does that mean that he will try and kill me?”

“If you continue to refuse him, yes. He now knows the power that you could bring to him.”

Brandon looked at his father and then to Draco, “What about Draco, father? What will happen to him?”

“The Dark Lord already believes that Draco is in his ranks. Lucius has been a lifelong supporter. Draco will take the mark as soon as he is of age.”

“But what if he doesn’t want too?”

“You both are speaking as if I am not even in the bloody room”, said Draco. “Look, Brandon, I have no choice in the matter. This is what I was born to do”

“But tonight”, said Brandon, “you went against him tonight. He can’t force you, can he?”

“Go to bed, boys.”

They stood and started for the door, “Draco, I am rather pleased at how you handles your father this evening. I have been waiting for you to snap for years.”

“Thanks, Uncle; however I feel that I may be no longer welcome at the dinner table.”

Severus laughed, “You will be welcome. Your father had an entire eight ball up his nose, he will not be aware of the argument. I made certain of that before we left. I am terribly proud, though.”

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Making their way to there room, Brandon decided to make a detour. Walking up the staircases until he found Gryffindor, he charmed his way into the common room. Sneaking up the staircases to the girls dorms, he located Hermione Granger’s bed. Disrobing, he crawled in next to her warm body, snuggled his face into her mountain of hair and let out the biggest belly laugh. The damn staircases to the girls’ side had been most tricky. Hermione stirred. She turned over and rested her head on his tight chest. He did not know why she brought him such comfort, she just did. Releasing his breath, he fell asleep in her arms.

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Draco decided at the last moment to make a quick swing by Echo’s room. He found her curled in a ball on her bed, face glossy with tear stains, nose running again. Turning he headed to his own bed, for an hour or two of sleep.

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Ok, so nothing really happens in this chapter, well Brandon meets the “man”, and Draco gets some, but really it was kind of boring do you not think?

I am filling in some plot lines, bare with me. Things will heat up soon.

Sorry for the long wait in between, I am in the middle of mid-terms. Going to college the second time is a bitch.

I did not cover all I intended too in this chapter, but it was getting wordy, so I let you off the hook.


Anyone figured out Echo, yet?