The Sexual Education of one Harry Potter.

Here I come harvesting this lovely chapter with all of my love to you all, my children. Some of you have personally managed to contact me (naughty girls, you should be punished) and insisted I post another chapter as quickly as I could. Well, this little piece of entertainment goes to you with my respect. We shall play some more another night.

The Sexual Education of One Harry Potter.
Story by: Mistress of the Spoils.

Cornering Seamus had been, much to Harry's surprise, harder than he had expected.

His dormmate and friend had been as elusive and quick as any Slytherin and it had taken Harry's invisibility cloak and Maurader's map to find him.

The Irish boy was finally found leaning casually over one of the dungeon's walls, his pose nonchalant. But it was clear to Harry that he was, in fact, guarding the door to his left, when his map stated Draco Malfoy was hiding with none other than Terry Boot and Neville.

He would stop the insanity at once.

Before his friends were hurt by the cunning snake.

Taking off his shoes so he made no sound, Harry bypassed Seamus and entered the abandoned classroom. His mind so intent in the secrecy of his actions that he missed Seamus's amused smile as he saw the footprints Harry was leaving on the dusty floor.

'Harry will pay dearly for his carelessness,' he thought with a grin. 'The Master will be so pleased' and without nothing else to do for the moment Seamus closed his eyes and imagined the reward his Master would have in store for him for a job well done.

Unconsciously his right hand sneaked under his robes towards his unbuttoned pants.

On his part, Harry stood by the rusty door, staring in awe at the scene he had met. Immediately his cheeks turned furiously red and his mouth went so dry he had to swallow a few times to make sure he would not suffocate.

Draco Malfoy, the pointy git, the hated brat, the one who had tortured him, the one he had inadvertently tried to kill during his sixth year, was kneeling gently over a silk cushion on the floor. Before him, Terry Boot arched his back, his hands held behind his back by Neville himself who could only stare in awe as the blond Slytherin rained wet kisses over their captive's thighs and knees, making sure to lick and suck occasionally on a spot that appealed to his liking, not once did he stop smirking at the frantic Ravenclaw.

"S-stop this! Malfoy! Longbottom, let me go!" cried the boy. Draco chuckled, the tip of his tongue, so very, very pink, Harry noticed, started teasing Terry's navel, going down so deliberately slowly that Harry could only imagine the torture the Ravenclaw was feeling.

"You know what I want, dearest Terry," he whispered, blowing heated air into the now wet skin, Terry visibly shivered, his eyes shut tightly. Neville kept watching in silence, his cheeks flushed and his breathing uneven. He was a good player, he would not participate any further unless given express permission from his master.

"Damn you, Malfoy! This is not funny!! Let me go at once or I'll scream for help!" Boot said with as much bravado as he could muster with the beautiful blond on his knees before him, gently kissing and licking his heated skin but completely ignoring his dripping erection.

"Oh, Terry, you will scream, no to worry about that," Draco answered, an amused chuckle escaping from his throat. "But for help? I so direly doubt that, my dearest Temperance. You have denied yourself for so very long." Pale hands were caressing his legs, gentle fingers tickling places so intimate for the other boy he felt he was been violated... unfortunately, he also felt he could not live without those hands on his skin. "I just want you to let go, my beloved one, find the equilibrium you so desperately need, but to do so, you have to let go first," Draco continued, a gentle smile on his face as his silver colored eyes pierced Boot's coal black ones.

"My dearest Fool, you can release the Temperance, I think he is not ready yet." Draco said suddenly, standing up. Harry could now notice the blond and Neville were both completely nude, while Boot still had his school robe on, open and hanging precariously on his shoulders, but at least he had some cover.

"As you wish, My Master," Neville said. Harry swallowed the bile rising on his throat as he heard his friend's devoted answer. He would stare and record, then would put all he saw in a pensive and take it to the Headmistress, to Kingsley if it was necessary, he would stop Malfoy.

"A shame, really, don't you think?" Malfoy asked Neville as he ran a tentative hand over the Gryffindor's muscled arm. Harry idly wondered when had Neville's body gotten like that. "Temperance cannot find his balance until he let's go of all that is anchoring him, his mind must be put to rest to he finds the peace he needs to piece himself back into order." Neville nodded, his hands sizing Malfoy's shoulders from behind, his lips gently caressing the blond's neck.

"It is as he wishes, My Master, should he choose to refuse the gift you are offering, may I satisfy you in his stead?" he asked slowly, his tongue shyly tasting the thin layer of sweat on his Master's body. Draco nodded slowly, letting his head rest on the other's strong shoulder, his hands guiding the other's hands to rest on his hips.

"You may, my dear," answered the blond, Neville instantly went to work, his hands shy but steadily caressing the other boy's skin, enjoying the feeling of his warmth. One of his hands found the other's pale pink nipples, so small and standing up to attention, and he could not resist the impulse to pinch them.

Malfoy moaned softly, arching his back. Harry marveled at the thought of how sensitive Malfoy must be to enjoy such minimal touch. Unconsciously his hand went to his own chest, running his fingers up and down his own nipple through his clothing, eyes trained to Malfoy's molten silver ones.

While Neville's right hand continued to play with Malfoy's pink nipples, the left one decided to search for further territories. Harry's mouth suddenly went dry as he saw his friend's calloused fingers start teasing the blond's flushed cock.

Malfoy had the cheek to look momentarily overwhelmed, his mouth forming a gentle "O" as quiet moans caressed his lips. Neville continued to kiss and suck on his skin, getting bolder by the minute.

"My dearest Fool, you are so perfect, so reliant, I don't know what I'd do without you," Malfoy answered, arching his back against Neville's hands.

"My Master," he whispered ardently, making sure the Ravenclaw kneeling near them could hear his voice. "I love you so much, My Master, there is no greater joy than this that you have given me." With practiced ease, or at least it looked like that to Harry, the other boy took Malfoy's earlobe between his lips and started nibbling on it hungrily. "Forget him, My Master, I will stand as your Fool and your Temperance, I will replace all of them who reject your wonderful guidance."

Harry noticed how Boot's eyes widened at that, his cheeks flushed. He opened his mouth to retort but instantly swallowed his tongue as Neville sat down on a leather armchair (why hadn't Harry noticed it before?) and, with a swift movement, pulled Malfoy onto his lap.

The blond's silver eyes widened for a second, a breathless groan of pure delight escaping his lips, and Harry knew only an Obliviate would erase that image from his mind.

"My Fool, my sweet Fool!" moaned Malfoy, letting his hips move lightly. "So tender and wonderful." Neville grinned, wrapping both arms possessively around the blond's waist.

"My Master!" he growled, hips thrusting upwards to meet Malfoy's. If Harry had any doubt about what they were doing, it certainly had cleared by then. "Let me be you whole Maze, My Master, forget the ignorants and let me protect you!" His eyes closed in bliss when one of his Master's hands reached to caress his sweaty hair, the tips of his fingers massaging his skull.

"My Fool, I..." Malfoy began, his eyes alight with desire. Harry by now had a hand down his trousers, firmly grabbing his erection and shamelessly following the pace of Neville's hips. He tried to imagine how tight Malfoy would be, which had to be a lot, considering Neville's blissful expression. Somewhere, deep inside of him, he wondered what it would be like to thrust into that pale body, to sink himself into the passion that was Draco Malfoy.

Another part, one that Harry wasn't even aware of, envied Neville for his luck and scoffed at Boot's stupidity. To reject such an offer, he surely was insane.

Most likely Boot thought the same, because one moment, he was kneeling on the floor, his eyes wide, the next, he had crawled over to the couple and had taken Malfoy's pale foot in his hands. Teary eyes regarding the Game Master with desperation.

"Ma-... Master!" he cried finally. "Please don't cast me away! Master! I am your Temperance, your faithful balance, My Master!!" Malfoy groaned a softly, letting his head fall onto Neville's shoulder.

"Dearest Terry," he moaned, his body never stopping its movements. "Once inside our Maze, you shall never get out, you will be My Temperance for all times."

"I don't care!" Terry snapped. "Take me into your maze, Master, use me as you see fit!!" And without waiting for any sort of confirmation, the Ravenclaw took Malfoy's right foot into his hands and started kissing and licking it. The perfect show of submission.

Something he would have terminantly refused to do just five minutes ago.

But the feelings coursing through his body now, the need. Merlin, it was like nothing he had experienced before. Malfoy's skin was soft, a little salty due to his sweat, but so delicious. He was so beautiful and the sole thought of belonging to this beautiful man moaning with abandon in front of him was suddenly so worth it. Terry Boot jumped willingly into the Maze, and like most others before him, would never regret it.

"Temperance, you offended the Master in a most terrible way," Neville suddenly snapped, his eyes narrowed. "You shall repent for your transgression." Terry raised his eyes, suddenly ashamed of himself. The Gryffindor took hold of his Master's knees and parted his legs, never missing a beat of his thrusting.

Boot didn't need to be told twice, Harry noticed, his eyes filled with animalistic hunger and he lunged for Malfoy's cock, instantly slipping it into his mouth and moaning as if it was one of the most delicious treats he had ever tasted.

Malfoy closed his eyes tightly, prey to the sensations both his arcanes were causing him. Loud groans and seductive moans reverberated through the room as he continued to bounce on Neville's lap wantonly. The Gryffindor's hands roaming his chest and pinching his now erect nipples, his mouth sucking and biting his shoulder. The Ravenclaw swirling his tongue over his erection, savoring each and every drop of his precum. Slender fingers dancing over his thighs and cupping his sack.

It was all too much, so very much.

"Come for me, you two, come for me now!" he ordered breathlessly. Terry's eyes widened and he arched his back, he had not been touched, but his Master's words were definite, in seconds he was coming so hard he thought he would pass out. His lips and hands, however, never stopped pleasing his generous Master.

Neville growled low in his throat as he too came, his hands tightly holding his Master's hips, impaling him deeply and keeping him still. He had to give his Master as much pleasure as he received.

Finally Draco took hold of both's hands and cried out his release, his body undulating as much as Neville's strong arms and Terry's greedy mouth allowed.

Harry couldn't take it anymore, he bit harshly on his lip, one hand twisting savagely on his nipple, the other tight on his cock. He came too, eyes fixed on Malfoy's flushed and panting form.

So very beautiful.

"Are you ok, My Master?" Neville whispered, still a little breathless. Draco turned to him and smiled gently.

"It was an outstanding performance as always, my beloved Fool," he said, taking his lips in his hungrily. Neville instantly responded, a kiss of his Master's was something to be treasured.

"I aim to please you, My Master," the Gryffindor answered meekly. Draco nodded.

"I know, dearest, I know." Slowly he turned to Terry who was still on his knees on the cold floor, his flushed face resting on Draco's thigh. "Temperance, you shall start your cycle tomorrow morning, I will contact you with your first step, remember of course that you accepted your place and as such all disobedience from now on will mean immediate expulsion and banishment from the Maze," he explained softly, his voice hoarse but still strong. Terry nodded his head frantically, his eyes wide in awe.

"I will do as My Master wishes, I am yours to command."

"Good, now go and clean yourself, remember the Maze and your position must remain secret," Draco ordered, his hand idly playing with the other boy's brown locks. Terry closed his eyes in bliss for a second before getting up and bowing before Malfoy.

"As you wish, my Master," he said on last time before leaving.

"Fool dearest, I think you are ready for your own next step," Draco said suddenly, standing up. Neville looked at him eagerly.

"Whatever you wish of me, My Master," he responded taking his clothes.

"Ok then," Malfoy smiled, taking the other's boxers and trousers from his hands. "From now until I feel you have passes this test, you are banned from using this garments, you will only cover yourself with a heating charm and your school robes."

Neville's eyes widened with sudden fright. Tomorrow he had Herbology, a class both he and his Master shared. How was he supposed to go practically naked to his mentor?

"Master..." he said shakily.

"Yes, Fool?" Draco snapped, already finishing his cleaning charm and starting to dress. His eyes never straying from Neville's. "Anything you feel the need to say?"

Neville lowered his head.

"Not at all, Master, it will be done as you order," the dark haired boy said finally, his shoulders slumping in defeat, he was already too much into the Maze to stand the thought of banishment. He would comply with his Master's orders. Slowly he put on his shirt and tie, socks and shoes before hastily throwing his school robes over himself. The wind caressed his naked legs and bottom, but he would never show weakness, he had to trust his Master's judgment.

"Good, my lovely Fool, I shall see you tomorrow then, do be careful," smiled the blond before leaving the room, Neville following meekly after him.

Harry continued to pant and huff as he recovered from his own orgasm, he wasn't really sure of what he had witnessed, or the effect it had in him. His hand was sticky, his body covered in sweat, andMalfoy's pants and groans of pleasure were echoing in his ears even now.

Maybe he was not strong enough to face this challenge alone. He needed to regroup and start researching, he needed all the tools available to stop that cunning snake.

His eyes narrowed.

He needed a bigger snake to stop Malfoy.
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"So, let me get this, Harry," Slytherin's Head of House and Potion Master, Horace Slughorn said calmly as he poured a cup of tea for his guest and himself. "You are sure Mr. Malfoy is up to something that should be taken seriously?" He had not really been paying attention to Harry's complains, even though he was quite insistent on his claims of 'something terribly wrong happening with Draco Malfoy right in the middle of it' the professor's main concern was that he finally had Harry Potter on his club.

He would benefit greatly.

"Exactly, Professor!" Harry snapped, not really interested in tea at the moment. "I don't know what type of curse he is using, but two of my house mates are already under his spell, we have to stop it!"

"Of course, Harry, of course, we will stop him," the man assured with a broad smile, not realizing the boy had started ranting once more.

"And what kind of name is The Game Master, anyway? I bet he's just trying to show off." Harry would have continued to ran had it not been for the sudden sound of Professor Slughorn's teacup falling to the floor. He looked at the man to find his face paling by the second and his eyes widely open.

"Game Master, you say, Harry?" he asked slowly. "Mr. Malfoy refers to himself as the Game Master?" Harry nodded, confused by the sudden change in the man.

"I've never heard him call himself like that though, two of my friends call him that, and they call eachother The Emperor and The Fool," he said, maybe some more information would help the Professor unravel whatever was happening? He did not particularly like Slughorn, but he was Slytherin's Head of House and, as such, he should be able to stop Malfoy's game before it spread further.

Before it hurt someone...

Slughorn sighed and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I see your point, Harry, don't worry though, I think it is time I take matters into my own hands," he said, standing up, clearly signaling for Harry to leave. "I'll have a little chat with Mr. Malfoy tonight, I promise."

Harry nodded slowly, not really confident the man could do something about the whole Game Master issue, but at least he had done the right thing and warned the authorities before he took matters into his own hands.

Of course the information Slughorn could provide for him after tomorrow would be useful to bring Malfoy down.

Horace watched Harry walk away as he closed his door. As soon as the boy was lost from his sight he locked his door and walked to one of the many tapestries that hung from his bedroom. The same tapestries that had hung there since Salazar Slytherin inhabited the rooms.

Slowly, almost reverently, he pulled the tapestry back and ran a careful finger over the carvings on the wall it covered. A beautifully drawn tarot set was carved onto the stone with specific dates each arcane had been selected and who had been honored with a position into the maze.

His eyes, unconsciously traveled to The High Priest and The High Priestess, the two cards that were ordered to advice and help the Game Master to fulfill his or her duty.

He could clearly see that those posts had been dutifully taken by Mr. Zabini and Miss Greengrass. Those two were good Slytherins, they would serve their purpose well.

He closed his eyes, deep in regret.

He should have agreed himself, when presented with the opportunity. He had been young, foolish. He'd rather not involve himself with such a dangerous game.

The Game Master had stared at him, his eyes saddened.

"It is your choice, Horace, we won't force you," Then, gracefully he had turned to the High Priestess and smiled gently. "Our game will lack a priest then, dearest. I hope you won't let me stray from our most important mission." She nodded and took his hand.

Both left Horace without another word. They all knew he would regret his choices later on.

And he had, oh Merlin, he had regretted it, almost as soon as he set foot outside Hogwarts he had felt the weight of his choices over his shoulders. But his stubborn mind would not let him feel the blame, he would rise, and shine just like the Game Master and his Priestess, but he would do it on his own, he wouldn't need them.

He immediately started his crusade, he would be the ultimate Slytherin. He would surround himself with powerful individuals and survive when others fell, he would be adored and protected.

And so he had done, he had used his talents to stand out, to attract other talents.

He had formed his club.

He was protected from harm, he was a survivor.

War came...

His Game Master, the only person who had believed in his when he was a nobody, had been ruthlessly killed.

The High Priestess hid herself from accusing eyes and spiteful words until her face and her name became forgotten.

Horace survived, he lived on...

... to regret.

And now the Malfoy boy had taken the tittle again, had started the game.

What was he thinking?

Did he really think he was up to the challenge?

A frown marred the older man's face.

He could not honestly say Malfoy Jr was up to par with his predecessors, considering he had never actually paid attention to the boy. He knew he was a Potion's prodigy, of course, and he also knew that most likely he would be taking his spot as the Potion's Master as soon as he graduated, just like Severus had. That much could tell the old man the boy possessed a remarkable discipline and learning ability that surpassed other student's.

But by the time Slughorn had made his appearance into the blond man's life, the Malfoy name had lost its shine, and he was insignificant in Horace's eyes.

Until now.

With sure steps he wandered the halls of Hogwarts until he found an ancient door. He had not been there in years, maybe too many years to count, but the game had started and his assistance would be needed.

He knocked once, twice.

A woman peered at him from the doorway, a frown marring her face.

"Horace?" she asked, lifting an eyebrow. The man nodded.

"The game started. Mr. Malfoy has taken his place as the Game Master, Mr. Zabini and Ms. Greengrass are by his side," he said simply, crossing his arms. There really was no need for further explanations.

The woman nodded gravelly.

"I see," she whispered. "They will need protection then," her eyes regarded the older man coldly. "What is your gain," she questioned suddenly.

Horace kept his eyes downcast, his expression shadowed.

"I let the game down once and our Game Master was killed in the process," he explained.

"And you lost the fame you could have gained," the woman continued for him. "That's why you surround yourself with those pathetic excuses of wizards and witches, isn't it? You want the fame you left on the Maze."

The man nodded slowly.

"I will not leave my duty once more," he said. "Whether you want to believe me or not, I will protect the game from prying eyes," Horace stated finally, locking eyes with the woman.

"How Gryffindor of you," she snorted, a small smile on her face. "Very well, first order of business is making sure McGonagall won't notice anything odd, you also distract Potter, if he doesn't enter the maze he cannot be allowed the knowledge."

Slughorn nodded, a smile on his face.

"Leave Potter to me, my dearest Priestess, I can handle the boy fairly well." The woman snorted.

"I'm sure," she stared at the man who had been her classmate and friend during her own school years, the one who had betrayed them and left a weakened maze for Voldemort to corrupt and kill.

Slowly, she kissed his cheek.

"I guess I will be meeting you later on, dearest Horace, my beloved Priest," she said. Horace bowed low and smiled.

"I'll be counting the hours, lovely Sybil, my wonderful Priestess." Without another word the Potion Master left the Divination tower and went to the dungeons, he had to present his respects to the new Game Master.

The former High Priestess just smiled, put back on her glasses and let her face morph into a dazed smile, she had much to plan.

To be Continued.

Yes, another card has joined The Maze, this time it is the Temperance a card of balance and tranquility. Some of you have asked whether it is necessary to be a Hogwarts student in order to belong into the Maze, my answer is no. The Maze will greet all lost arcanes in need of their Game Master.