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Chapter 3: Erection
Starting after Neville is taken to the hospital wing (post-broom accident). From Chapter 9; includes original text from JK Rowling's work. I DO NOT OWN THESE WRITINGS, AS THEY ARE THE INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY OF JK ROWLING, AND I MAKE NO MONEY FROM THEIR USAGE.
No sooner were they out of earshot than Malfoy burst into laughter.
“Did you see his face, the great lump?”
The other Slytherins joined in.
“Shut up, Malfoy,” snapped Parvati Patil.
“Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?” said Pansy Parkinson, a hard-faced Slytherin girl. “Never thought you’d like fat little cry babies, Parvati.”
“Look!” said Malfoy, darting forward and snatching something out of the grass. “It’s that stupid thing Longbottom’s gran sent him.”
The Remembrall glittered in the sun as he held it up; as best he could, Draco pointed it towards Harry, taunting him with what he could do.
“Give that here, Malfoy,” said Harry quietly. Everyone stopped to watch.
Malfoy smiled nastily. He could see anger burning in Potter’s eyes, and it only provoked Malfoy further and further. Smiling, Draco realized that he now had his opportunity for revenge from the train, and the ability to show off to Potter.
“I think I’ll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to collect – how about – up a tree?”
“Give it here!” Harry yelled, but Malfoy had leapt on to his broomstick and taken off with the skill and accuracy of year and years of practice. He hadn’t been lying, he could fly well – hovering level with the topmost branches of an oak he called, “Come and get it, Potter!”*
Harry grabbed his broom; this was now going too far. More and more, Malfoy began to move away from the persona of an intriguing prick and into another Dudley, in Harry’s mind.
“No!” shouted Hermione Granger. “Madam Hooch told us not to move – you’ll get us all into trouble.”
Harry ignored her; this was personal. Blood was pounding in his ears. He mounted the broom and kicked hard against the ground and up, up he soared, air rushed through his hair and his robes whipped out behind him – and in a rush of fierce joy he realised he’d found something he could do without being taught – this was easy, this was wonderful. He pulled his broomstick up a little to take it even higher and heard screams and gasps of girls back on the ground and an admiring whoop from Ron.
He turned his broomstick sharply to face Malfoy in mid-air. Malfoy looked stunned – and yet, intrigued at the same time.
“Give it here,” Harry called, “or I’ll knock you off that broom!”
“Oh, yeah?” said Malfoy, trying to sneer, but looking impressed.
Harry knew, somehow, what to do. He leant forward and grasped the broom tightly in both hands and it shot towards Malfoy like a javelin. Malfoy only just got out of the way in time; Harry made a sharp about turn and held the broom steady. A few people below were clapping.
“No Crabbe and Goyle up here to save your neck, Malfoy,” Harry called.
The same thought seemed to have struck Malfoy, but it did not faze him much.
“Catch it if you can, then!” he shouted, and he threw the glass ball high into the air, as far away as possible. With delight, he watched Potter do an about face and fly the other way.
In order to throw, Draco had had to completely lean forward, thrusting his body against his broom; in return, something extraordinary happened. For the first time at school, Draco felt his dick go hard. He hadn’t noticed until he pressed his wood against the broom, but ever since Potter had flown up and given chase, he had been hard.
Though he had, like every male in his life, had an erection before then, he had never really known why it happened. His father used the term ‘erection’ once in explanation, but said that it was filthy and wrong to be discussed outside marriage. This time, he knew that watching Harry challenge him had for some reason given him this erection.
As Harry flew off, Draco slowly leaned down onto the broom again, rubbing his cock against the broom yet again. It felt incredibly good, and though he knew he had to get down immediately, he couldn’t stop his hips from gradually humping the broomstick. A pleasure unlike any that he had ever felt before flooded him as Harry managed to spectacularly catch the Remembrall, but Draco knew he had to stop.
Careful to avoid further contact, he aimed the broom down and lifted his hips up, soon meeting up with Crabbe and Goyle.
To be honest with himself, he didn’t think that the erection was a bad thing, but he did not dare allow anyone else to know that he had one at the moment. Thus, he jumped off the broom and into a sitting position, allowing the folds of his robes to cover up his embarrassment. No one asked him why his cheeks were flushed, simply chalking it up to the Potter confrontation, and luckily, once Harry left, Draco’s erection died.
*Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone - Chapter 9 - The Midnight Duel
No sooner were they out of earshot than Malfoy burst into laughter.
“Did you see his face, the great lump?”
The other Slytherins joined in.
“Shut up, Malfoy,” snapped Parvati Patil.
“Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?” said Pansy Parkinson, a hard-faced Slytherin girl. “Never thought you’d like fat little cry babies, Parvati.”
“Look!” said Malfoy, darting forward and snatching something out of the grass. “It’s that stupid thing Longbottom’s gran sent him.”
The Remembrall glittered in the sun as he held it up; as best he could, Draco pointed it towards Harry, taunting him with what he could do.
“Give that here, Malfoy,” said Harry quietly. Everyone stopped to watch.
Malfoy smiled nastily. He could see anger burning in Potter’s eyes, and it only provoked Malfoy further and further. Smiling, Draco realized that he now had his opportunity for revenge from the train, and the ability to show off to Potter.
“I think I’ll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to collect – how about – up a tree?”
“Give it here!” Harry yelled, but Malfoy had leapt on to his broomstick and taken off with the skill and accuracy of year and years of practice. He hadn’t been lying, he could fly well – hovering level with the topmost branches of an oak he called, “Come and get it, Potter!”*
Harry grabbed his broom; this was now going too far. More and more, Malfoy began to move away from the persona of an intriguing prick and into another Dudley, in Harry’s mind.
“No!” shouted Hermione Granger. “Madam Hooch told us not to move – you’ll get us all into trouble.”
Harry ignored her; this was personal. Blood was pounding in his ears. He mounted the broom and kicked hard against the ground and up, up he soared, air rushed through his hair and his robes whipped out behind him – and in a rush of fierce joy he realised he’d found something he could do without being taught – this was easy, this was wonderful. He pulled his broomstick up a little to take it even higher and heard screams and gasps of girls back on the ground and an admiring whoop from Ron.
He turned his broomstick sharply to face Malfoy in mid-air. Malfoy looked stunned – and yet, intrigued at the same time.
“Give it here,” Harry called, “or I’ll knock you off that broom!”
“Oh, yeah?” said Malfoy, trying to sneer, but looking impressed.
Harry knew, somehow, what to do. He leant forward and grasped the broom tightly in both hands and it shot towards Malfoy like a javelin. Malfoy only just got out of the way in time; Harry made a sharp about turn and held the broom steady. A few people below were clapping.
“No Crabbe and Goyle up here to save your neck, Malfoy,” Harry called.
The same thought seemed to have struck Malfoy, but it did not faze him much.
“Catch it if you can, then!” he shouted, and he threw the glass ball high into the air, as far away as possible. With delight, he watched Potter do an about face and fly the other way.
In order to throw, Draco had had to completely lean forward, thrusting his body against his broom; in return, something extraordinary happened. For the first time at school, Draco felt his dick go hard. He hadn’t noticed until he pressed his wood against the broom, but ever since Potter had flown up and given chase, he had been hard.
Though he had, like every male in his life, had an erection before then, he had never really known why it happened. His father used the term ‘erection’ once in explanation, but said that it was filthy and wrong to be discussed outside marriage. This time, he knew that watching Harry challenge him had for some reason given him this erection.
As Harry flew off, Draco slowly leaned down onto the broom again, rubbing his cock against the broom yet again. It felt incredibly good, and though he knew he had to get down immediately, he couldn’t stop his hips from gradually humping the broomstick. A pleasure unlike any that he had ever felt before flooded him as Harry managed to spectacularly catch the Remembrall, but Draco knew he had to stop.
Careful to avoid further contact, he aimed the broom down and lifted his hips up, soon meeting up with Crabbe and Goyle.
To be honest with himself, he didn’t think that the erection was a bad thing, but he did not dare allow anyone else to know that he had one at the moment. Thus, he jumped off the broom and into a sitting position, allowing the folds of his robes to cover up his embarrassment. No one asked him why his cheeks were flushed, simply chalking it up to the Potter confrontation, and luckily, once Harry left, Draco’s erection died.
*Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone - Chapter 9 - The Midnight Duel