To Be Or To Be Nott

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and all the characters are property of J.K. Rowling and whomever else has a finger in the huge franchise. I do not. I make no money nor do I claim any ownership of the people, places, and things (unless I make them up as we go). It is only to have some fun do I write this story, in hopes of some entertainment.


Warning: This chapter contains scenes with course language, explicit sexuality and mature content. Reader discretion is advised.


"Dumbledore's a riot," Daphne exclaimed after catching her breath from the headmaster's joke. "A doddering old fool, but still a riot." She gazed up at the staff table and smiled affectionately at Dumbledore. The old wizard looked her way then and winked. Daphne drew in a breath of air sharply and sat back. A light blush rose on her cheeks at having been caught. That old man had an uncanny knack for seemingly knowing what everyone was doing and thinking all the time.

Blaise caught the blush on the other girl's cheek and giggled softly. "My, my, my Daphne dear. Don't tell us that you still have a bit of a crush on our esteemed headmaster. He is positively old enough to be your great great great grandfather."

Daphne scowled at Blaise. "He's not that old. Maybe just my great grandfather. And besides, a wizard who can face down You-Know-Who deserves some respect."

Theodore bent close to Kamal and whispered, "I wish he would get on with it, I'm starving."

In response, Kamal's belly rumbled. "Ay, as am I, benim dost." The dark skinned wizard chuckled hoarsely, "But we must wait on the fresh meat. Once the babes have been sorted we'll feast."

Daphne shot a disgusted glance Kamal's way. "Is that all you think about? Babes?" She rolled her eyes. "You do realize there will be some boys sorted into Slytherin also."

Kamal laughed loudly. "I was referring to children in general, aziz. I prefer my females a bit older."

Daphne blushed again and laughed in embarrassment. "My mistake," she muttered sweetly.

Putting his hand on Daphne's knee, Kamal said in a low rumble, "Mistakes are deadly. You do not want to make many. I'll forgive you this once, but you will have to make amends at a later time."

Theodore’s eyes strayed over the Great Hall and settled on the Ravenclaw table. Through the noise of chatter and rumbling bellies, Theodore spied Lisa Turpin. She blushed slightly at being caught staring and Theodore smiled at her. She gasped quietly when he winked.

Murmurs crept along the tables as Professor McGonagall led a line of first years into the Great Hall. Theodore turned to look at the young students. He remembered his first day. He had been scared, just like all these children were, but he knew he would be a Slytherin. It was what his father was and what his father's father was. There was no question.

The stool had been hard. The silence in the hall rather eerie. When McGonagall had put the hat on his head everything disappeared. "Mmmmmm," the Sorting Hat had whispered to him. "A cunning mind, sharp, if a bit unfocused. Just like your father's. There is only one place for the likes of you. SLYTHERIN!"

Smiling smugly, he had jumped off the stool and sauntered over to the table. He sat next to a large boy named Flint and looked across the table. Draco Malfoy looked at him coldly. They stared at each other until Theodore realized who exactly he was dealing with. Lucius Malfoy's son. Theodore's father told him to be wary of Lucius's son. Malfoy wasn't a family to trifle with. They were close to the Dark Lord and needed to be treated with restrained respect. To stay ahead, it was best to let Malfoy take charge. So Theodore had looked away first. Out of the corner of his eye, he say Malfoy grin victoriously. People in power were easy to manipulate. Just tell them what they wanted to hear. That advice from his father had served him well. Malfoy was a dangerous adversary. He was cruel and vindictive but he didn't see Theodore as a threat, so he ignored him.

Theodore wondered who of these young children would become the next Malfoy, or even the next Harry Potter. There was always the good and the bad. In Crabbe and Goyle's case, they were the ugly.

Goyle leaned over to Crabbe and pointed at the girl who was on the stool now. "Look at her," he said loudly. "She's cute. Wouldn't mind to get her alone in a broom closet." The two boys laughed.

"She's a little young, Goyle," Kamal stated. "Even though she's about as mature as you, you should let her ripen a bit, evet."

Daphne slapped him across the back of the head. "That's disgusting!" Kamal laughed heartily.

As the feast started, Theodore eyed the new Slytherin's with interest. There were four girls and five boys. None of them looked very shrewd or even very cunning, but looks could be deceiving. Most of the children were talking amongst themselves. A couple girls were drooling over Malfoy. Theodore wondered if Draco was anything like his father. If the stories were true, and Theodore's father said he witnessed some himself, then little girls had a reason to fear a Malfoy.

There was one boy not talking. Instead he looked around at the older students. Theodore watched him for a time and saw the ambition in the boys face. He was smart, not telling too much about himself while gathering as much information about everything else as he could. Theodore made a note to remember the name Starkmoor.

Blaise laid a perfectly manicured hand on Theodore's arm. He turned to look at her. "Theodore dear, daydreaming again?" She lowered her voice so only he could hear. "Has the muse struck?"

He smiled. "No Zabini. I was just thinking."

"Oh how very dangerous of you. You do realize that leads to trouble. No good comes from thinking."

Her smile was infectious and Theodore found himself smiling in spite of himself. "True. So very true. And you do know how my thinking usually turns out." He arched his brow and she laughed. She put her hand on his knee and gave it a light squeeze.

Draco and Pansy Parkinson, the Slytherin prefects, stood up when Dumbledore called for the banquet to be over. They ushered the first years away leaving the older students to make their way to their common rooms on their own. Crabbe and Goyle meant to get up and follow their master but Draco waved them off. Sitting back down sulkily, the two students piled yet another serving of food onto their plates. Theodore didn't know how anyone could eat so much. "Must fill the void in their empty heads," he mused.

Blaise slipped her arm through Draco's and smiled seductively. “Would you like some company, Draco?“ She licked her lips in invitation. Draco shrugged nonchalantly and nodded. Not many boys could resist an offer from a beautiful girl and Draco was the same. Pansy shot a jealous glance in Blaise’s direction and snorted in annoyance. Blaise looked over her shoulder at her friends. She gave them a triumphant wink before she disappeared through the large double doors of the hall.

Kamal chuckled. "There goes the Ice Queen. Do you think she will melt Malfoy, Malfoy melt her, or they freeze together forever?"

Daphne shivered at the thought. "There will be a lot of heat between those two but I would say that neither will melt in any way."

When the first years were ushered to their rooms, Draco and Blaise returned to the common room. There were some students milling about which made Blaise uncomfortable. "I do so hate riff raff," she snorted. She turned her icy blue eyes to Draco and wrapped her fingers around his arm, pulling him lightly. "Come darling. Let's you and I find a little privacy."

"What makes you think I want to go anywhere with you?" Draco said haughtily. "I have a reputation to uphold."

"Your reputation is at stake if you don't come with me," Blaise countered. "I wonder how others would react if they found out the great Draco Malfoy was turned away by a mere girl. Poor Malfoy couldn't get the girl. What would your fans think then?"

Draco glared at her. "You would stoop to that level wouldn't you? Cold hearted bitch."

Blaise laughed. Cupping Draco's face with her hands she pulled him down and kissed him sensuously. She smiled when the tall boy's arms wrapped around her waist. Before he could pull her tight against him, Blaise slipped from his arms and spun away. "Well Mister Malfoy," she whispered. "What shall it be?"

Draco sighed causing Blaise to clap her hands softly. Holding out her hand she waited for Draco to grasp it then pulled him out of the common room. In the hallway, Blaise jumped into Draco's arms and kissed him. They held each other and kissed before Draco tensed and set her down quickly. "Come on," he said, his voice stiff and restrained. "Let's get to the dungeons."

"You really know how to sweep a girl off her feet," Blaise said with a tight smile.

Draco pulled Blaise deeper into the bowels of the castle. The air was heavier and colder. Blaise shivered in spite of her robes. She hated going down there, but once they entered their particular dungeon things would be better. Hotter.

The heavy wooden door creaked as it swung open. Blaise was pulled inside the bleak dank cell and Draco shoved the door closed again. The deafening sound of the hinges made the witch cringe. She was tempted to pull her wand out and fix it but the thought vanished as Draco grabbed her swiftly and took her breath away with a hungry kiss. His lips devoured hers and his tongue pushed into her mouth. Blaise wrapped her delicate fingers around Draco's neck and began to slide her hand up into his hair. He pulled away from her suddenly, holding her wrist harshly.

"Don’t touch the hair," he commanded.

"You're hurting me," Blaise cried as she tried to yank her arm free.

He held fast and grinned. With his free hand, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand. Blaise knew what was coming and held her breath as the tall Slytherin swished the wand through the air. The illusion around the room faded and transformed. The wet moss covered walls were now richly painted and lighted by candle sconces. The cracked concrete instantly became soft carpets that spread out to the walls. The cobwebs and dust and grime were gone. The dank acrid stench of decay disappeared and was replaced by the scent of pine. In the center of the room was a large bed. The green and silver colours of the Slytherin house were emblazoned on the satin sheets and plump pillows.

Draco pushed Blaise to her knees and threw off his robe. He arched a blonde brow down at the girl and she began to unfasten his pants. The warm cotton slid through her hands easily and she heard the tall wizard’s breath hitch in his throat as her hand lazily drifted over his arousal. She raked her hands down his legs and Draco lifted his foot and rested it on her thigh, where she untied his shoe and slipped it off his foot. She then pulled Draco's black sock off as well. The same process was done for the other foot before Blaise pulled his slacks down. Draco ran his fingers through her strawberry blonde tresses as Blaise tugged at his shorts. With practiced ease he let loose her hair and it cascaded around her shoulders, dangling between her shoulder blades, a fresh and captivating scent filled his nostrils.

Freeing Draco's cock, Blaise sucked him into her mouth. She teased the head with her tongue, swirling it around and sliding it along the hard shaft. Draco hissed in approval as the witch took his entire length into her mouth. He felt the back of her throat and smiled as he pushed in deeper. Blaise didn't gag but sucked lightly. Her cheeks caved in with the suction and she slowly pulled her mouth along the stiff rod until it popped out of her mouth.

"Fuck," Draco breathed. He grabbed her head and jammed his cock back into her mouth. She eyed him sublimely as she began to bob her head up and down on his erection. Running her fingers over his sack, Blaise squeezed his balls generously causing Draco to wince. In retaliation, he grabbed a handful of hair and yanked the soft strands sharply.

Tears of pain filled Blaise's eyes but she willed them down. She wouldn't allow Draco to cause her to shed any tears. She could feel his body quake as she sucked on his dick. He was getting close. Grazing her teeth over his sensitive skin caused Draco to moan loudly. His legs shook and he put his hand on her shoulder to steady himself.

Blaise pulled away from Draco's cock when he began to thrust into her mouth and he cried out in frustration. "I'm not done," he bellowed.

The young woman just smiled and stood up. She let her robe drop to the floor and slowly began to unbutton her blouse. When Draco saw the red lace bra she wore underneath he smiled lustily. He began to remove his shirt as Blaise let her skirt drop to the floor. She smiled when Draco froze, staring at her. Her panties matched her bra and as Blaise cocked her hip Draco ripped his shirt off.

With a feline's grace, Blaise slid onto the bed and crossed her knees as she reclined on the luxurious mattress. She urged Draco over with her finger and he swiftly climbed onto the bed beside her. They kissed again, Draco plundering her mouth with his tongue. His hands slid over her body caressing her skin, searing it with his touch. He moved his hand over her hip and guided it between her legs. Blaise moaned as Draco pressed his fingers against her cunt. Draco could smell her desire, her need. Her panties were soaked and he knew she was like that because of him.

Blaise squeezed Draco's shoulders and pulled him down for another kiss. As their mouths locked, her hands slid into his fine blonde hair and slid through the silky strands. He jumped back quickly and scowled down at the girl. She smiled innocently up at him. He moved off the bed and grabbed his wand as he tried to fix his mussed hair. He turned back towards her with a malevolent smirk. "Necto," he muttered and magic strands leapt from his wand and bound Blaise's hands together. Draco secured her hands to the headboard and licked his lips. Blaise looked up coolly at her captor and parted her legs. Through the red fabric of her knickers, Draco could see the dampness spreading. He climbed back onto the bed and shoved his nose against her, inhaling deeply. She thrust her hips up into his face desperately. A small moan escaped her lips as Draco ran his tongue over her, pressing into her panties.

He grabbed the front of the thin material and yanked them from her. A gasp rushed from her chest as her bra was the next to go. With a heaving chest and a fluttering heart, Blaise tried to remain in control. She put her right foot against Draco's crotch and gently rubbed her foot over him. He was warm and hard and Blaise wanted to tease him. Bringing her other foot to his cock also, she squeezed Draco's erection between the soles of her feet, pumping him. Draco moaned lightly but let out a yelp as Blaise pulled her feet back toward her. Having no choice but to follow, Draco fell on top of her and he bit at her lip. Blood was drawn and Blaise licked her wound.

"Fuck me, Draco," Blaise commanded.

Smiling in victory, having gotten Blaise to ask for him, Draco kissed her tenderly before sliding into her sheath. She jerked her hips up and wrapped her legs around his waist taking him deeper and holding him there. His moan filled the chamber and she smiled. "You're going to cum first, Draco," she said smugly.

He gasped and cried out on top of her as he began to pump into her faster and faster. Grabbing her hair Draco pulled her head back and kissed and licked her neck. He bit the tender flesh leaving red welts. "You slut, Blaise," he murmured into her neck. "You are such a dirty whore."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Draco darling."

He pulled out of her and grabbed his aching cock. He pumped it vigorously until he closed his eyes and groaned with his release. His seed shot from his cock and coated her naked tits. He hovered over her as he fought to regain his senses. Catching his breath, he lifted his head and looked at the girl bound underneath him. He smiled warmly before sliding down the bed and lying between her legs. His tongue was hot against her skin and when it flicked over her clit she cried out in pleasure. The assault on her sensitive nexus continued and in short order Blaise was screaming in ecstasy. Draco continued to lick and slip his tongue into her giving her another smaller orgasm. It was Blaise's turn to try to come back to reality.

"Oh God, Draco," she panted, "That tongue of yours is a wonder."

"As is yours." Draco stood up and began to get dressed. Blaise watched him in amusement.

The amusement disappeared as Draco sauntered towards the door to the cell. "Where are you going?" Blaise asked trying to hide the panic rising inside her.

Draco looked over his shoulder and regarded the girl tied to the bed. "I'll be back," he explained. The door slammed shut behind him.

Blaise looked up at the ceiling with dread. How long would he keep her tied up in this cell? What sick game was the prat playing at now? "Why do I always get myself into these situations?" Blaise asked the dungeon. The room was silent.