Terrorism Repaid

Hermione was blushing and looking worried at the same time. Harry cottoned-on quickly and took her aside: “Come on Herms, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I can’t; it is so embarrassing.” Hermione looked away.

“As embarrassing as rushing into our dorm in the morning and catching me naked; sporting a full erection?”

“Something like that!”

“Well you survived it, and so did I. So what’s eating you?”

“Erm … I’ve got this homework to do for Poppy … You know I’m taking the magi-medics course, don’t you?”

“Yes …” Harry let his answer hang in the air.

“Well it’s about human procreation … Oh dear … I don’t know how to ask … Erm!”

“Do you have to get a sperm sample?”

Hermione looked relieved: “Yes-s-s-s. H-how did you guess … Never mind … would you give me one, please.”

“Anything else? You look as though there’s still some unfinished business.”

“Erm … yes … Erm … I need two different samples from people who don’t look or think alike and I daren’t ask Ron.”

“And …?” Harry knew instinctively that there was a third part to her problem.

“Erm … It’s about pulse rates during coition.”

“Fine … I can help you out with all three. No need to ask Ron, because I have a better solution. How vindictive do you feel about a certain fair-haired Slytherin?”

“I’d like to tear his balls off for what he did to you.” Hermione looked fierce; then she giggled: “That’s not very ladylike is it? Erm … Well maybe … I’d like to see him squirm in embarrassment just as much as he’s made me squirm over the years … Why, what have you in mind … How does that help my homework project?”

“You’ll see! Will a week on Saturday afternoon be okay?”

“Yes … That’ll give me a week to do the tests and a week to write up the results. Pansy’s going to be so miffed; she has no-one to help her. Malfoy’s gone all funny on her recently.”

“Do you two co-operate?”

“Yes! We seem to think on the same lines and she’s shit-hot on research. Why?”

“Ask her to come along as well. Best not to tell Ron, though.”

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Every day Draco’s plug thickened slightly. Every day when he went to the loo, it scraped his prostate when he took it out or pushed it back in afterwards, giving him a thrill. He took to pumping it at night and getting an extra frisson when he was tossing himself off and dreaming of Harry doing it to him.

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In History of Magic; Harry uncharacteristically chose to sit next to Draco on his right hand side. Of course Draco rose to the occasion and sat worrying about why Harry had decided to sit next to him.

“These lessons are so boring, Dragon. I’ve thought of a little diversion whilst our ghost drones on. Just draw your zip down, please. Leave your belt fastened and lean forward slightly as if dozing on your hands.”

“Merlin, Proctor, What are you going to do?”

“You’ll see.”

Professor Binn’s drone continued. Harry’s hand explored. Draco’s long dong expanded and was poking through his flies. Draco looked across the classroom at Ronald, who smirked and made an obscene gesture with his hand. The gesture exactly matched what Harry’s hand was doing down below the desk.

“Non-ej!” Harry whispered and added: “Dildo vibrato.”

The buzzing plug was caressing Draco’s prostate. Harry’s hand was caressing his prick. Draco was trying with all his might not to make any noise as his arse slid backwards and forwards along the seat in excitement. Draco began to make peculiar snuffling, gulping noises. Harry’s unoccupied hand shot into the air.

“Yes Mr Potter, what is it?”

“It’s Malfoy, Sir. He seems to be having a fit; may I take him to see Madam Pomfrey, please?”

“Mmm … He has gone a peculiar colour … He looks as though he’s about to collapse … You’d better take someone else to support him.”

Naturally, Ronald was in on the scheme and came over to offer support; just beating Blaise to Draco’s side. Harry had zipped Draco up but left the butt-plug vibrating against his prostate. Weak kneed and wobbly the silver-haired Slyth progressed slowly to the door, helped by two solicitous Gryffs. Once outside the closed door and down the corridor, Harry and Ronald burst out in suppressed laughter.

Twitch – “It’s all right” – twitch – “for you two” – twitch – “you haven’t” – twitch – “got this thing” – twitch – “churning up” – twitch – “your insides.” – twitch – “Proctor please” – twitch – “switch it off?” – twitch.

When they reached the old potions lab Harry pretended to fumble his wand and ‘accidentally’ made the dildo vibrate twice as much. Ronald had locked and soundproofed the room automatically; he now turned his wand on Draco and stripped the convulsing blond naked. Harry transfigured two wooden chairs into armchairs and the two Gryffs sat in them. Ronald turned Draco’s cloak into a deep pile carpet under his bare feet. Meanwhile the said blond was dancing around hysterically, flexing his butt, shaking his titillated tool in sensuous circles. If he tried to prize the plug out it expanded slightly, if he tried to manually cover his crimson cock the sensations drove him to uncover again. Panting and gyrating wildly he tried ineffectually to cum with tears of flushed frustration leaking from his eyes. Eventually Harry had pity on him and stopped the vibrator’s machinations.

“Why did you stop it, Harry,” Ronald accused.

“I still want the Dragon conscious for our next bit of play.” Harry drew out of his bag two fly-swatters. “Finite non-ej.”

The two Gryffs watched a turned on Slyth fist himself to urgent fruition. Still dribbling, Draco’s dong began to shrink.

“Come over here Dragon … Between our two chairs … That’s it … now open your legs … feet, two feet apart … Nice!”

The patting started, not too harshly, enough to sting slightly but not to bruise. Draco’s buttocks had the heavier swats, his prick and balls the feather light ones. He was hard within a minute and bucking wildly by two. Two hands should have been enough to stop two swats hitting him, problem was that if he watched the front his arse cheeks were unsighted, and conversely his genitalia were unguarded when he glanced over his shoulder. When he came again, he was facing Ronald. Ronald realised what was happening and squeezed Draco’s cock, caressing the slit a la Vince, Draco was overcome with sensuousness and collapsed.

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Draco came-too in a bed that was not his own. He kept his eyes closed whilst he used his other senses. His nostrils took in the smell of antiseptic. He knew where he was – the school infirmary. Then he heard the rustle of a starched matronly overall. He debated whether or not to lie doggo, but knew of Poppy’s steadfastness. Screwing up his courage he prepared to face the worst and opened his eyes. He seemed to be in a private ward.

“Ah! So you’re awake, Mr Malfoy.” A matronly hand felt his forehead. “It’s a good thing Mr Potter and Mr Weasley found you and brought you in. You were in a very sorry state. Are your genitals still sore?”

“Draco blushed bright crimson: “N-N-no, Madam Pomfrey.” He regained some composure: “Hmm … thank you for healing them.”

“Yes … Well … I shouldn’t have had to do it in the first place, should I?”

“N-N-no, Madam Pomfrey.” Draco snuck his hand down to see if everything was still intact.

“Move your hands up immediately, to where I can see them. I want no more occurrence of that kind of behaviour. I would have thought you had learned your lesson by now.”

Draco looked guilty and rapidly whipped his hands out from under the sheet; placing them where the Matron could see them quite clearly.

“There was blood all over you, such a mess. Why you took things that far is beyond me. I know young boys of your age like to try things out, and seem to have uncontrollable urges, but to continue until you harm yourself is really taking personal experimentation far too far. And then there is something inside your anus, it appears to be stuck. I shall have to call in a surgeon to remove it. The operation is likely to leave you sore for a few weeks; I doubt you will be able to sit down for some days afterwards.”

As if it had been listening to the lecture, the dildo momentarily buzzed, and Draco lifted his abdomen in response. It buzzed again creating the same reaction. Madam Pomfrey clocked it.

“Well really! I thought I was talking to someone who was sensible. Apparently I was not. This lewdness has gone too far; I shall have to take immediate steps to curb your unhealthy appetites.” The Matron uttered a spell, effectively mummifying Draco in his blankets and departed.

Draco quailed in anticipation; quickly loosing his dildo induced erection. Matron returned with a cage like structure in her hand. The latticework had a tube attached to it and some straps dangling from it. Madam Pomfrey uttered another spell and Draco felt the bedclothes at his feet untuck themselves and roll up his body; stopping in a bunch at his waistline. He was now shivering in fear and his cock futilely tried to hide within his fair curls. The Matron grabbed it and stretched it; Draco felt the cold steel of the tube enclose his flesh only leaving his exposed glans free from its grip. Next came his gonads, they were separated, none too gently, and Draco felt some kind of restraint being applied to each of them.

“There, that should do the trick; you’ll not be masturbating until you’re bleeding now, young man. I will review the situation when the surgeon from St. Mungo’s arrives next week. Until then you will have to be chaste.” Draco felt the straps magically tighten round his abdomen. Madam Pomfrey lifted the mummifying charm and walked away, muttering about the attitudes of young people, nowadays.

Gingerly Draco removed the bedclothes and looked down. The cage was not as big as he thought it was, only enclosing his balls. The tube enclosing his cock curved with its bell-shaped opening pointing downwards. On exploring with his hands he found his glans inside the bell. His balls were enclosed in snug lattice cages and pulled either side of the stem; from the inner end of the tube a curved plate ran along his magic inch to touch his dildo. Apart from rubbing the very tip of his glans there was no way of stimulating himself. Draco groaned, wondering how he had got himself into this situation. Next he nearly howled with grief, imagining the letter Dumbledore would send to his father, and the violent recriminations that would follow.

Through his tears he saw two figures approaching.

“Hello Dragon, how are you feeling?” Harry almost sounded genuinely caring.

Draco tried to roll down the bed-sheets in order to hide the cage. The other visitor stopped him: “Well Ferret, you seem to have caught your balls in a mousetrap. How does it work?” Ronald pointed his wand at the cage and fingered the tube.

Draco began to feel a slight throbbing inside the tube and an imperceptible glow came from the cage. He saw the two Gryffs faces light up in malicious glee. Then the tube started to flex.

“Quis incarcero simulando.” It was Harry using his wand, firstly on something in his hand and then on Draco’s cage. What seemed to be mini lightning forked between the two for a few seconds. Harry looked at Draco: “Know what a simulacrum looks like, Malfoy?”

Draco looked at the object in Harry’s hand. It was of a shiny metal, a couple of inches long and resembled a sharply curved penis and its attendant scrotum. Beneath the scrotum was a ring; for holding it Draco assumed.

“The metal is flexible,” Harry explained, demonstrating: “Your tube is made of the same material.” Draco’s dong flexed as Harry played with the silver prong. “The magic has linked them. So if I stroke it like this you will feel the sensations.”

Draco did feel the sensations, and started to harden. Instead of restricting his growth, the tube expanded with him, straightening out in the process. Harry gently twisted the simulacrum, and the tube did the same to Draco.

“Stop it, stop it! You wanked me bloody before and now you have subverted Madam Pomfrey’s chastity instrument. I shall call her and get you into trouble.”

Harry smirked at Draco and licked the end of the simulacrum. Draco’s glans responded sexily. Despite the thrill it gave him, Draco was still afraid of the bloody results.

He made up his mind.

“MADAM POMFREY!”

“Yes Mr Malfoy?”

“Potter and his sidekick …” Draco looked round to where the answer came from and found a grinning Ronald standing there with his wand pointing at his throat.

“Nice charm isn’t it, Ferret? Harry placed a Glamour on me too.”

“Oh no!” Draco realised he had been duped again.

Harry, meanwhile, had removed the transfiguration charm and Draco found himself where he had always been; inside the old potions lab.

“We’ll not transfigure the bed, Malfoy. Not just yet, anyway. You may as well be comfortable whilst we experiment with the two instruments. Proctor wants Dragon to lie on the bed naked.”

Draco found that the tube mirrored every contour of his shaft, hard or soft, upright or hanging. He also found that the stimulation it provided did not make him sore. The bell end seemed to excite his glans’s edges and lips without rubbing. Both Harry and Ronald played with the copy, making the Slyth have multiple orgasms and bounce around on the mattress in prurient paroxysms.

Then it was the turn of Draco’s lips and tongue to work. As Ronald’s cock was in his mouth, Harry caressed Draco’s bum. Ronald exercised his full range of salacious insults until he spewed his cum into Draco’s throat. At first Draco felt insulted by the impure references to himself. Imperceptibly he found that the abuse was turning him on instead of disgusting him.

Harry took a different approach, encouraging Draco to use his tongue experimentally and praising him when a particularly telling arousal took place. Draco found that this also made his dong vibrate in sympathy.

The confusion in Draco’s mind between insult and encouragement meant that he was openly weeping when they let him get up and dress.

Still snivelling, he rushed to his dorm, jumped on his bed, hexed the curtains closed and made a strong Mufilato. For an hour and a half he struggled to remove the cage. Physical means were ineffective and magical ones equally so. Sore and exhausted, he fell into a deep sleep.