The Malfoy Chronicles: A Witch in Time

Hmm...this story isn't being met with as much enthusiasm as I thought. Oh well... I'll keep going.

This has a little smut in it...I won't be specific to what kinds of warning I should have used, as it would only ruin the fun! I do hope you'll continue reading. I plan on finishing this story, as I have with all my others!

Enjoy!
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James stretched out on his bed, glad that he was back at Hogwarts. The Welcoming Feast had been quite uneventful, save for a few first years bursting into tears at the sight of him. He had however, been announced as the first fully-privileged Auror to pass through Hogwarts as a student. The other three tables had clapped politely, but his own Slytherin table had set up a cheerful raucous that had caused Headmaster Denebola to have to use the Sonorous charm to catch their attention.

He wore his shiny Auror’s badge on his school robes, by order of his father, so that everyone would know his rank and he ‘wouldn’t be tempted to forget who he was.’ Sometimes his father was full of crap…

Draca had sat with him in the Great Hall. The first time she had done it, the backlash from Slytherin and Gryffindor would have proved harmful if James hadn’t threatened to rip everyone’s throat out. The upset had died down immediately.

Thinking about Draca brought a familiar tightening in his groin. Although they had been friends for years, he had become sexually attracted to her when they started back in their fifth year. He loved everything about her. The color and smell of her hair, the twinkle in her brilliant blue eyes, the perfect bow-shape of her lips, the way her nose pointed up slightly at the tip (he just wanted to kiss it,) even the shape of her ears was attractive to him. And below the neck wasn’t disappointing either. It had been a surprise to every male in their year when she had come back over the summer of fifth year with the most perfect set of breasts on any girl in their year. They had become beautifully large and perfectly round, and James found himself wanting to rest his head on her chest.

By the time he had finished thinking about Draca, his pants were painfully tight. Thankful that his bed curtains were already drawn, he cast a silencing spell. He felt almost ashamed that he did this, wanking off in the evening to the thought of Draca. He wondered briefly if she did the same thing, and thought about him. The thought of it made his cock twitch happily. He unbuttoned his pants, and quickly freed his erection. James wouldn’t say that he was huge, but having a little dragon blood certainly hadn’t had an ill effect on his…development.

He grasped the turgid member in his hand, and shuddered at the white-hot bolt of pleasure that seared through him. He kept his fist stationary, and gingerly pumped his hips against it, finding more akin to ‘the deed’ than just stroking. He was no virgin….he had lost his virginity last Year to a Slytherin girl one year above him. They had been dating for a while, but she broke up with him after freaking out when he bared his fangs during orgasm. He had tried to explain that he would never bite her, but she had broken it off, and then proceeded to spread nasty rumors about him threatening to rip out her throat if she didn’t stay with him. Needless to say James hadn’t had a girlfriend since…

Draca had been his comfort during that nasty time, and was his comfort still. They had been through so much together that it only seemed right they be a couple. But it really wasn’t that simple. Draca was a Pureblood. Her family was the purest, wealthiest, and most influential family in all of….well….probably this side of the Equator. And he was not only a Halfblood, but half-human to boot. He was an outcast even in the magical world. The only good things that had happened to him were having Draca as a friend, and becoming an Auror. At least Aurors commanded respect.

He willed away the negative thoughts, and began to thrust harder against his fist. He thought about Draca, and the way her breasts had bounced slightly when she ran to catch up with one of her little Gryffindor friends. He thought about the lovely twinkle in her eyes when she had laughed at a joke Tobias had cracked earlier. He thought about the way her lips had wrapped around the lollipop he had given her after dinner. Sucking, licking, drawing the sweet treat into her mouth…

“Fuck!” he cried, and bared his fangs with a throaty growl as he came on his hand. He collapsed back on the bed, panting lightly. He muttered a wandless cleaning spell over himself, and then began taking off the rest of his clothes. He slept naked….and his roommates had learned not to disturb him in the middle of the night because of it. He grunted softly in the afterglow of his orgasm

“I really need a girlfriend….”

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Draca sat at the vanity in her dorm, brushing her hair thoroughly before bed. The Welcoming Feast had been rather uneventful. Some first years had been sorted…they ate…same routine every year. Except this year James had been announced as an Auror. She was really proud of him, and she knew his father was too.

She put down her brush, and tied her hair back from her face as she climbed into her bed. She shut her curtains, and settled back into her pillows. She began to think about James. And it wasn’t decent thoughts, either, and she felt horrible. James trusted her with his very life, and she was laying in bed thinking perverted thoughts about her best friend in the world.

She had felt terrible for him when that girl has started rumors about him. He had told her the whole story. She knew that the two had been dating for a while, and that the girl wanted to take it to the next level. Draca was happy that her friend had found someone. But she remembered clearly that day after they had sex.

James had caught her aside on her way to class, and with tears streaking his face he told her the whole story. Draca knew that James didn’t cry lightly, so she listened while he explained. They had snuck off to the Astronomy Tower for the night, and James had been extremely nervous. It had all started with some kissing…then it had moved into petting…and then the most anticipated part of the night. Everything had been going so well until he came. He, like the good little dragon he was, had bared his fangs and growled with the intensity of it, and she had been convinced he would kill her. She had shoved him off of her, dressed quickly, and broken up with him before running back to the Common Room. James had tried to talk to her the next morning, but she made a scene in front of all the Slytherins saying that he was threatening her with her life if she didn’t stay with him. He had been devastated. Draca had been pissed.

Despite his physical appearance and his House allegiance, James was a very loving individual. He gave the best hugs. Draca remembered quite clearly the hug he had given her just before she went to bed. She felt quite aroused when his muscles had jumped beneath her touch.

A wave of heat traveled simultaneously to her face and groin. Suddenly her pajama bottoms felt really constricting. She slipped them off silently. Then she retrieved her wand from beneath her pillow, and cast a silencing spell. It wouldn’t do for anyone to hear her do anything unsavory.

After shedding her bottoms, she tried to nestle back into her covers and sleep. But James’ face wouldn’t leave her thoughts. The thought of her fingers threaded through his messy black hair….she began to unbutton her sleeping shirt. His gold eyes darkened with lust as he ran his clawed hands over her body…the sodding shirt was completely gone by that time. His nostrils flaring as he smelled the musky scent of her arousal…her hand was in her knickers, rubbing tortuously slow on her little pleasure button. His mouth….his mouth….that dimwitted girl might have found those fangs terrifying, but Draca found then alluring. Of course they were dangerous…but the thought of him trailing the razor-sharp tips down her throat was devine. So close to jeopardy….her knickers were suddenly gone, lying abandoned at the foot of her mattress.

She gave a soft gasp as she thought about his pointed ears twitching when he heard her groan….

One hand found her breasts; the other continued the assault on her clit. She was dripping at the thought of James doing this to her. She closed her eyes and pretended it was him. She pretended it was James pinching her nipple soundly, causing little mewling sounds from her. She imagined it was James rubbing furiously on her clit, trying to bring her to completion. She could feel the strong tendrils of an orgasm wrapping around her. She was so close…so very…

She withdrew her hands completely, allowing the orgasm to escape her. She thought about what it would be like if James had withdrawn his hands.

“Oh…oh, please…let me come…” she begged, her voice a whisper. She waited a few minutes, both hands on her breasts, until the tendrils of the orgasm had died away almost completely. Then, her hand snaked back between her legs.

She imagined James, completely naked, his wings expanding and contracting slightly as wave after wave of pleasure hit him. His tail curling at the tip as an orgasm overtook him….those fangs bared, a growl in his throat. It seemed so perverse and animalistic, but so alluring at the same time.

“James…” she whimpered, and sighed as her fingers found her arousal-slick nub again. She rubbed gently at first, feeling the pressures of orgasm starting to build again. She mewled and gasped as the pressure built…and built….and then…

She withdrew her hand once again, almost sobbing in her own frustration.

“Oh James….I want to come so badly….I wish you were here, watching. I’m doing this for you….” She purred, attacking her breasts again as the strong pressure of the orgasm died away once again. Her breaths came in winded gasps, and she ran her hands over her stomach. Her hands by-passed her goal, and began to rub her thighs gently. She stroked her legs down to her knees, and then her hands traveled back up, once again skipping the part she wanted to touch most.

Her hands found her breasts again, and she latched on with abandon. She rotated her hips, and thrust into the air as she tortured her nipples. Just as the pleasure began to recede into pain, her hands went to the one place she’d been longing to please all night. She used the fingers of her left hand to spread her juicy lips apart, and the fingers of her right hand to rub herself. She gasped and groaned, her sounds blocked out by the spell. She didn’t fight the orgasm as it approached this final time, and she shuddered and thrust violently as it hit her.

“James!” she cried, falling back to the bed with a gasp. She groaned softly, and regretfully began to reassemble her sleeping outfit. It wouldn’t do to have a dorm mate wake her in the middle of the night, and she be naked as the day she was born. She settled back under her covers, a lot more relaxed than she had been at the beginning of the night. She lifted the silencing spell, and closed her eyes. It was going to be a long year…

“I really need to get a boyfriend…”
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