Terrorism Repaid

When they arrived at school, Dumbledore was back at the steering wheel and most things were normal, including a sneering, nauseous Malfoy. After a month or so of being careful not to be found alone, Harry realised that the sexual hold Draco had over him was no longer there, he therefore supposed that it had had to be renewed regularly or else fail. Problem was that Harry had liked the sensations and wished he could feel them again; he was just coming to terms with his own need for sex, too. He remembered the thrill of holding Draco’s long dong, and the many, often violent, dreams he had had about bringing it to fruition.

Using sexual spells in the dorm was definitely not on, because others would sense what was happening and start to ask awkward questions. In frustration Harry decided he would have to do something about the situation. For over a week during October in his spare time he lurked around the Slytherin passageways, hiding behind suits of armour and the like, waiting to pounce on Draco.

At last Harry found Draco alone: “Petrificus totalis, Levicorpus, Langlock,” rang out before Draco’s hand got anywhere near his wand pocket.

Harry towed the helpless Malfoy into the armoury. Draco looked terrified, realising that he had no way to summon his sidekicks and that a vengeful Gryff had total power over him.

“Now it’s my time to have fun, Malfoy. I know you won’t tell your father about this, because you’d have to admit I defeated you again and he’d torture you. At least what I’ll do will be pleasurable. Finite Petrificus et in Braccium Ferrum Tuus Intorquo.”

As Malfoy was released from the body-bind a massive suit of armour’s steel clad arms enclosed Draco, holding him as firmly as Harry had been by Pettigrew and Voldie in the graveyard.

“Finite Levicorpus: Will you scream out, Malfoy?”

Draco shook his head. At the same time Harry noticed a growing bulge beneath Draco’s belt.

“Finite Langlock; nice to see you’re being sensible.”

“W-w-what are you going to do, Potter?” Draco whispered fearfully.

“Much the same as you did to me last term, Malfoy. Only it with much more finesse. Your father is a good but devious teacher.”

“Father? Since when have you talked to my father?”

“I didn’t. He showed me what to do in a dream, and then I looked it up, plus the other ones you used on me. I had a lot of leisure to work things out at my uncle’s house and you will be the recipient of my experiments. I assure you, you’ll enjoy the sensations, if not the places where you perform them.”

“No, Potter, please. I think I know the ones you mean. Mine at least had to be renewed regularly; Father’s are interminable until you die.”

“Um … My enchantments are not quite the same, but have some elements of your father’s hexes in them.” Harry produced a scroll and laid it out on a workbench. He made some practice gestures, said various words out aloud and then commenced the incantation.

It took two and a half minutes before the spell settled over Draco. Once it was finished Harry released Draco from the arms of the armoured knight. Draco flexed himself, scowled at Harry and went to walk out of the room.

“Dragon, come here!”

“What? – No way!” Draco stopped and looked with horror as his feet turned him round and took him unwillingly back towards Harry.

“Dragon, undress.”

“It’s cold!” Draco whined, and invented: “And the suits of armour are known to hide unknown beings with lascivious intent.”

“I have the lascivious intent, not the suits of armour.” Harry nodded sternly.

Draco reluctantly did as he was told; realising that Harry had seen through his hastily invented lie. He dragged his shoes off with his feet and removed his gown. Harry admired Draco’s curves as he bent to remove his socks. Reluctantly Draco’s belt came undone, and then his zip. As the Slyth’s trousers dropped, Harry had a glimpse of golden curls. Draco stretched to remove his upper garments and Harry’s fingers went inside the Malfoy underpants’ waistband. Draco gave a muffled squeak and seemed to forget that he was removing his garments, getting shirt and pullover tied round his head. After a minute had elapsed Draco freed his hands and dropped his clothes. Bucking and weaving he removed the last garment, with Harry still squeezing Draco’s inflamed cock and balls.

Once Draco was naked Harry stood back and caused the blond to rotate slowly, so that Harry could admire every aspect of the quivering, luscious hairless body. Draco’s blush started at his excited balls and slowly spread throughout his body. Finally, a panting and erect Draco came to a stand facing Harry, legs slightly apart. Harry’s wand made circular motions, pointing in the direction of Draco’s fair facilities. As each circle was completed Draco gasped and thrust his hips forward, appearing to fuck a hole in the air. This excited his genitals and they began to churn in glowing expectation of ensuing ejaculation.

“Non-ej! Dragon, your Proctor wants to play.”

“Where did you find that one?” asked Draco, almost willingly placing his cock in Harry’s hand.

“It’s a handy contraction of the one you used, just as you will now respond to ‘Dragon’ in this kind of situation and refer to me as Proctor, Do you understand?”

“Y-yes, Proctor.” Draco looked crestfallen and yet his prick gave a little jerk of impending pleasure.

Harry stroked Draco’s plaything eliciting all kinds of gasps and words of sexual appreciation. Glans caress was the best one; almost having Draco’s knees give way in lust. Before Draco expanded too far, Harry allowed the gusher to spurt. However he kept the glans caress going until Draco was sobbing and begging him to stop.

“Dragon, suck.”

“What?”

Harry made a gesture to below his belt.

“Eew - Your dick, Proctor?” Draco screwed up his nose in disgust.

Harry looked at Draco. Draco saw stern command in Harry’s eyes and knelt down to relieve his bulge. Draco carefully opened Harry’s zip, grimacing when the imprisoned intumescence flew out and hit him on the chin. Draco looked pleadingly at Harry, but the Gryff kept his expression adamant. Draco stuck his tongue out and wiped an experimental tip over Harry’s glans lips, gathering a pearl of precum in the process. Having tasted Harry, Draco decided that the flavour was not as nasty as he had expected; so he began an exploration of the throbbing nine inches; allowing his tongue to trace every lump and crevice.

After five minutes licking the human lollipop, Draco had another equivalent arousal of his own. The liquid oozing from Harry’s slit was now quite delicious, Draco decided. He applied his lips to the dome, sucking it lightly into his mouth; all the time using his pointy tongue to nuzzle the small aperture from whence the honey flowed. This was a new sensation for Harry, it made his abdominal muscles twitch in a new and exciting way; he enjoyed every minute of it. Slowly Draco drew the whole of his master’s sex machine into his mouth, managing to stifle his own gagging and thrilling Harry even further.

“Merlin Dragon! Where did you learn that technique?” asked Harry whilst he recovered from injecting the Slyth’s stomach with seeming pints of ejaculate.

“Never done that before, Proctor. I’ve read about it, and seen a few Muggles do it before they were killed by the Dark Lord’s henchmen. You’re not going to kill me now, are you?” Draco was white and trembling and his softening stake was trying to hide in his curls.

“Don’t be silly, Dragon. Why go to all the trouble of binding you to me, and then get rid of you. Besides, I have many more ideas for your body and my enjoyment.”

“Please, Proctor; don’t fuck me with that enormous implement of yours, you’ll split me in half.”

“Of course I won’t, Dragon.”

“Oh, thank you, thank you. I don’t think I’d like the feeling of that inside me.”

“You misunderstand me, Dragon. I meant that I wouldn’t split you in half. There are ways of helping you to accommodate such a big prick. After all, it was your ministrations that expanded it, didn’t they. Turn round and display your rosebud, now.”

“What? No way. I’ve seen what happens when a death-eater does that to someone unprepared.”

“Have it your own way. Are you disobeying your Proctor?”

“Of course I am … Ooh … Ooh … Ooh!” Draco felt as though all his genitals were on fire. He even checked his cock to see if steam was coming out of it. “Ooh … Ooh … Stop it, Potter!”

“You brought it upon yourself by disobeying your Proctor. It’ll automatically stop as soon as you comply. You see; it’s all part of the charm’s efficacy.”

“But that’s an Imperio and forbidden.” Draco had turned and splayed his legs, bending down to display his rosebud. He was looking over his shoulder and quaking with relief that the burning sensation had disappeared; much of the jitter was because he expected Harry to breach him there and then.

Harry’s slicked finger was tracing round the pink pucker: “With Imperio you have no choice but to obey, and that immediately,” explained Harry dreamily; concentrating on the quivering hole in front of him. “With this long and complicated charm; only when you directly refuse does the pain start. Had you promised to show me later on, or said something like ‘yes, but not now’; no fire would have enveloped you. Besides; there was that specific question I asked, the form of which brooks no negative answer. Um … I think I’ll leave this enjoyment till later.”

Harry slapped Draco’s bum cheek, and Draco squeaked in surprise.

Draco straightened up: “Hmm … Proctor … May I turn round now, please?”

“In a minute.” Harry thrust his hands between Draco’s slightly splayed legs; playing with his balls and making the flesh re-erect itself: You may turn now, Dragon. I wish to watch you masturbate to fruition.”

Draco felt humiliated as he fisted his prong; it took longer to ejaculate because of this and his realisation that Harry could almost force him to do anything. He was also exercising his Slytherin slyness in trying to work out how he could say no and yet appear to be saying yes. Eventually he came, but his cock was very tender from all the abrasion he had given it.

Harry allowed Draco to dress and depart bowlegged from the armoury.

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During the next week; every time Harry came anywhere near Draco; Draco’s tummy churned in anticipation and his cock responded by tenting his trousers. Harry noticed, but did nothing apart from giving Draco a quick secret leer. Friday’s last lesson was double DADA and Snape had paired students up across the house boundaries. It was inevitable that his Godson was given to his most hated student to partner.

“I hope, Mr Potter; that you will not hinder Mr Malfoy when he works, maybe you will learn something useful at his hand.” Snape glowered, Harry set a determined expression on his face; knowing that all the DA members knew the chosen spells. Draco wished he could hide under a table in embarrassment, because his appendage was doing an anticipatory war-dance below his belt.

Harry noticed: “You seem a little uncomfortable, Dragon,” he whispered whilst Snape was terrorising Neville and his partner, Goyle. “Would you like me to do something about it?”

Draco had visions of being made to display his wares to the whole class – as he had made Harry do to Draco’s dorm-mates and others. Then he thought of the reaction his Godfather would have and what his father would do when Uncle reported the infraction to his parents. Net result: a rapidly diminishing need to masturbate.

“Hmm … Later on please … As you can see the urgency has dissipated. Are you going to try to hex me first, Proctor?”

“I’m sure I could help you re-create that mountain, Dragon. Just a couple of words would do it, I think.” Harry started to draw his wand.

Draco’s horror was evident. Then Harry winked, grinned and offered to be the first victim instead. Draco heaved an enormous relieved sigh, but his first spells were rather tentative, because he was unsure how Harry would react.

Because his godson was a partner, Snape avoided making snide remarks. Because Harry knew what he was doing hey was able to concentrate. To Snape’s seeming disgust Harry demonstrated his perfect shields, with Draco trailing not too far behind, because Harry had whispered some of his DA hints.

As they were tidying up Draco whispered: “I meant what I said, Proctor. I need you to play with me urgently. Where can we meet, please?”

“Um … I can see my Dragon’s dong developing already.” Harry glanced below Draco’s belt. Then he looked round and, seeing no-one paying attention, gave Draco’s schlong an appreciative squeeze: “I promise you relief, but you must remain erect for the next two hours, Dragon. No touching it or rubbing up against anything, etc. Just think of the glorious feeling when you eventually cum. However just in case: ‘Non-ej!’ I’ll see you in the old potions classroom, don’t be late, Dragon.”

Draco felt his sperm beginning to percolate already. He dreaded to think what he would be like in two hours time. He consoled himself that, at least, he would not create a revealing damp patch or smell of sex and publicly tarnish the Malfoy pride even further. He groaned and walked away carefully; trying not to let his boxers rub on his energised flesh. Once in his dorm, he drew the bed curtains and, setting a locking charm on them, he stripped completely. Draco lay face-up on the bedclothes willing his scarlet erection away – not that it worked – the lascivious feelings seemed to grow in inverse proportion to his wishes.

At last it was time to go to the old classroom. Draco’s balls were hard and shiny with suppressed spunk. His stem was purple and glistening and his glans was as big as a doorknob. He dare not touch it with any cloth so he just put on his gown and waddled carefully towards the designated room. Imagine his horror when he saw Ronald waiting instead of Harry.

“Weasel, what are you doing here? Get out!”

“I might ask you the same, Ferret. Harry asked me to come along; he said he had a surprise for me. He also said I had to revise a slicking charm; I’m still puzzling about what he wants.”

Draco suddenly realised what was in store for him, at least some of it. His knees started shaking and he sat down on the nearest bench. Unfortunately he forgot about the reason to hold his gown away from the thick pole beneath; so the rough fabric scraped along his glans. The convulsion it caused drove Draco’s hips forward and his cock was exposed for Ronald to see.

Ronald’s eyes widened in amazement: “Another Slytherin perversion, Ferret? Some surprise! I must say it looks as though it’s ready to explode at the slightest touch, will it?”

Ronald moved forward menacingly, Draco tried to rise but trod on the hem of his gown. The result was threefold, Draco stumbled, the gown slid off his body, and Ronald made a grab for Draco’s danglers. As soon as Ronald’s fingers connected Draco’s body went into spasms and he sagged onto his spread-out gown.

Ronald started stroking: “Well, well, Ferret. I never thought a Malfoy would allow someone he calls a blood-traitor to wank him, but then life is full of surprises, isn’t it? Are you enjoying it?”

Despite his ire Draco was enjoying it, Ronald had well practiced hands.

“N-n-n-yes-s-s-s,” Draco replied, arching up in obvious gratification.

“Sorry I’m late, Ron.” Harry rushed in through the door: “Um … I see you’ve found out about your surprise.”

“Proctor, please, please let me cum.”

“What was that you called my mate?” Ronald gave an extra twirl to Draco’s knob-end.

“Ah-h-h-h-h-h … Proctor … He’s my Proctor and I’m his Dragon.”

“Finite Non-ej. Remember what I told you about my researches, Ron, and what Malfoy did to me last term.”

Draco’s fountain squirted high into the air and Ronald shied away from the returning creamy deluge.

“Yes!”

“Um … well I tried that charm out on him and it worked. He goes hard every time I come near him.”

“I don’t think I could ever remember all those gestures and odd declensions. As you said also, it requires a wizard of extra power to perform it.”

“That was one of my reasons in trying it out, you see; to find out if I really had the power. I feel much better about facing Voldie now; at least I have some chance of defeating him. Then again if I die at least I’ll have experienced fucking someone. Cho was weeping all the time, not that I got anywhere near real sex with her, but I’m still a randy teenager, just as you are, so now we have a substitute for the girls who are being awkward at the moment, aren’t they?”

“What, Potter! You must be joking. I am prepared for you to fuck me once I’m ready, but to have the Weasel inside me is something else all together.” Draco scrambled up, wound his cloak round his shoulder and stalked towards the door.

“Dragon, return to Proctor!”

“Merlin’s fucking gonads!” Draco turned and, seeming to fight every step, did as he was told.

“Such language from one so supposedly refined,” Harry chided, with a Draconian smirk on his face: “I think this calls for some cleaning out. Soap and water in the mouth is usual … Um … I have a better idea. Take your cloak off and lay it on the floor.”

“No, no, no;” Draco had seen a gleam in Harry’s eye and a knowing smirk on Ronald’s face. Nevertheless his cloak was spread carefully on the floor and he knelt there, waiting.

“I can recommend his lips and tongue, Ron. Never felt anything like it before. Now Dragon, no chewing, biting or anything like that. Ronald is to be serviced in the same way you did me. Do you understand?”

“Oh Merlin! Not the Weasel’s wanker! What have I let myself in for? Yes Proctor, I understand.” Grimacing Draco reluctantly undid Ronald’s flies and fished out a medium sized erection. ‘At least I won’t nearly choke on this one,’ he thought to himself.

Draco found himself comparing the two Gryffs appendages to Harry’s advantage. Not that he found the ginger nuts in front of his eyes too unappealing. There was a different smell and the precum’s taste was not quite the same. Draco decided that he preferred Harry’s tool inside his mouth, apart from being bigger it tasted better too. Nevertheless some residual Malfoy pride made him concentrate on using his tongue and suction to ensure that Ronald had a top-notch experience.

After Ronald had filled Draco’s mouth and Harry had told him to swallow; Ronald remarked. “Merlin … Harry … That’s some educated mouth the Ferret has. At long last we’ve found something that good-breeding performs satisfactorily. I’m sure Seamus and Dean would like to be in on the secret.”

From preening about a job well done, Draco burst into tears and lay drumming his fists into the cloak covered floorboards, imagining a queue of Gryffindors all waiting to be serviced.

“Hasn’t he got a nice arse? Have you plugged it yet?”

“Not yet, no; I’m glad you reminded me.” Harry fumbled in his school bag and brought out a cardboard box: “We’ll keep our dorm-mates in the dark at the moment, Ron. I know Oliver wants in his pants and I owe him a favour or two already. He’s returning to watch the Gryff/Slyth Quidditch match maybe I can give him the present then. Oh yes! I nearly forgot again. Dragon, come here and see your present.”

Damp eyed Draco looked up, curiosity overcame his chagrin and he crawled the short distance to where Harry sat. He opened the box’s lid and stared at the implement inside: “Hmm … Proctor … What is it?”

“A little aid so that I can fuck you soon. It expands daily see. The twins recommended this one.” Harry pointed his wand at the butt-plug and it started to swell.

“Hmm … Proctor … where does it go?”

Harry returned the dildo to its original girth: “Turn round and I’ll demonstrate.” Harry applied a lube charm whilst Draco nervously complied.

“Hold his shoulders, Ron, please?” Harry placed the smooth dome against Draco’s sphincter and shoved.

“Eee-ee-ee-ee! Stop it! Oh-h-h-h-h.” Draco tried to struggle but the two Gryffindors held him firm.

“Now Dragon, it’s your turn to service me. That plug stays in except when you use the loo, understand? If you spend more that half an hour with it out, you know the consequences. Proctor has spoken. Now show Proctor how grateful you are by giving him another excellent blow-job. Harry unzipped and Draco commenced sucking with tears in his eyes and a throbbing in his bottom.