Sex Therapy

“Mr. Malfoy, the things you’re telling me are very troubling,” Snape paced around the office uneasily. “I remember the day Potter came back to the potions classroom, soaking wet, to pick up his books and what you’re telling me now about what happened… you ought to be expelled…” he glanced at me black eyes shimmering threateningly.

I ran my sweating palms over my black pants. I stared at the contents of his desk. Everything was neat and clean. His quills all sat in the container. His ink had the cover screwed on tightly. His folders were stacked neatly on his desk labeled ‘essays,’ ‘homework,’ ‘tests,’ and ‘evaluations.’ One that was waiting to be filed I saw, had my own name on it. I was again very oddly intrigued by this rigid man.

“Well, am I expelled sir?” I asked nervously.

“It depends… what exactly happened next?” Snape asked settling back down comfortably into his black leather arm chair.

I took a deep breath.

Day Three


“You know you can’t scream in here,” I whispered to him.

“I don’t scream, Malfoy” he said deliberately separating the syllables in my name.

I let out a semi hushed guffaw, “You--? You--don’t--- scream?”

He glared at me. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” he said annoyed.

“It was either this or in your bedroom next to your precious Gryffindor friends,” I smirked.

“Or your room,” he jabbed his finger into my chest, “Or not at all… I feel like I’m at it constantly… with you…” he whispered the last part.

I knew he loved it. He was becoming a bit of an attention whore, a bit of a tease. These were traits that weren’t there when I started fucking him.

The great hall appeared so different at night. We walked down the center between the Gryffindor and Slytherin dining tables. I led him up to the front and we climbed the 2 extra steps to the staff table.

“I can’t believe… I let you…” he hissed again. I looked up and saw the entire galaxy painted, shimmering against that enchanted ceiling. The vastness of it all would probably send me into a dizzying bout of vertigo if I spent too much time gazing up at it.

His eyes followed mine for just a moment. “Malfoy… if we get caught…” he whimpered.

“Relax,” I said watching him now.

He was wearing red plaid pajamas and slippers. His head was covered in my black fedora which he absolutely adored. It looked so amazing on him that I just let him have it. His bangs were pressed low over his green eyes which, shone with the reflection of the starlight.

“You really are perverted you know… this is where the whole school eats…” he wandered slowly around the staff table.

“I know Potter,” I whined mockingly, “And I’m starving…”

He stood behind the chair of Professor Dumbledore. “You’re so fucking gross…” he said disdainfully.

“You’re far more disgusting than I am…..And you love it,” I smirked.

He walked around the chair and slid his agile body into the seat of the headmaster. “Fuck me here Malfoy,” he grinned. I felt heat rising in between my legs. He was so playful tonight.

“No…” I said softly, “That just won’t do…”

“He eats breakfast, lunch, and dinner here every day…” Harry sat up running his hands over the polished wood.

“So… you climb on the table…bend over … and I’ll take you where he normally eats his bowl of cereal?” I suggested.

He bit his lip and stood up anxiously. His bottom lip was much fuller than usual ever since my bite pierced him.

“For crying out loud Potter, get out of those clothes…” I snapped.

He obeyed my orders, but of course he couldn’t just take them off. He had to get me even hotter.

He gracefully lifted himself up onto the table and stood barefoot in the place where Professor Sprout normally ate. He began to unbutton his pajama top.

I watched him unable to tear my eyes away.

“I think…” he started, now half naked; he dropped his shirt on top of my head. I pulled it off of me and he was smirking. “I think… you’re obsessed with me Draco…” he played with my first name dragging the two syllables out again.

“Fucking brilliant… did professor Snape give you an A?” I replied in my original snarky tone. My cock was throbbing as I watched him drop his pajama bottoms to the floor.

“He gave me more than just an A,” Potter teased pushing two eager fingers inside of himself.

“Just the mention of Snape and you can’t even keep your hands off of yourself long enough to wait for me Potter?” I said softly while strolling around to the back of the staff table. I never took my eyes off of him but, he was already losing track of me.

He was breathing irregularly while he stood in a suddenly heated fit of masturbation.

I pulled out the most comfortable staff seat and stood in front of it. Then I reached up to still his frantic hands.

“I promise you Potter,” I whispered gently, “It will be so much better for you if you don’t cum… yet…”

He looked down at me and he appeared to slowly regain focus.


“Take your glasses off… and get on your knees,” I ordered. He slowly knelt down to face me. “I don’t want to see your pretty face this time Potter…” I said hotly. He rolled his eyes and then he turned around…. and stuck that perfectly round, perfectly firm, perfectly…sinfully… tight… ass out in front of me.

My cock jumped urgently at the decadent sight.

I ran my shaking hands over his sensitive bottom. It was all mine. Mine to play with, mine to please. My mouth was watering.

I pulled off my black silk pajamas and I put my middle finger into my mouth. He leaned forward resting his elbows on the table in front of him so his already naturally protruding rear end stuck out even more prominently.

You little fuck, I thought, certain he had to know what he was doing to me. He was anxious I watched that red hole clench and open as his breathing deepened. I was tempted to climb up behind him on the table and mount him. I was certain I could cum in one minute tops, but somehow I found the self control to do what I had to.

I stuck my middle finger in his… still… unyieldingly tight hole. It was almost like he’d never even lost his virginity… much less to a cock so… well I don’t like to brag…

He shuddered and his breathing increased rapidly. “Why don’t you stay stretched when I stretch you?” I scolded overwhelmed.

“Sorry,” he winced. Pure sex in his voice… already. His dick was standing rigid now but I purposely avoided touching that for the time being.

I pressed my mouth against his hole and kissed it softly. “Draco, don’t…” he barely cried out my name as the shivers ran up and down his body. If sex was a sound… oh my god…

He was so sensitive there. I had found another sweet spot.

I sat up, opened my palm and gave the wicked child a much needed spanking. He moaned and I watched the blood flow increase to his bottom reddening it. Red was his color… red on golden skin.

Then, I kissed the tender hole again and his shivering returned in the form of quaking gasps.

My ears bled for that gasping. This time I slid my tongue across the swollen pink pucker. Violent tremors filled his body now… he was trying to keep it quiet… but the gasping was drenched with his whimpering voice.

I took the plunge. I pushed my tongue into the sugary cherry pit. I licked it over and over…

I tasted him hungrily till he was soaking wet with my saliva sliding perversely down his backside to his left thigh. Then I stopped because I was dizzy with need. I stopped in spite of his screaming pleas.

He could not hold it back anymore. To my bleeding ears the sounds I drew from him reminded me of playing a finely tuned violin. The worse part about the great hall was the echo. If…sex…was…

God…if sex was a sound… the noises erupting from the corrupted soul of this perfect boy would be it. I guess you could say I was hardly addicted to the sex itself. Perhaps I was addicted to the sound of sex.

I sat down in the chair I had pulled out earlier. It was the seat of Professor Snape….

Harry looked at me and got to his shaky feet with the hat barely covering his messy hair.

“I said --- I said---don’t-- stop—“ he barely formed a coherent sentence. He was whining and moaning and rubbing his aching cock.

I watched him for an amusing moment and then beckoned him towards me. He climbed anxiously up onto my lap straddling me. He pressed his hard member against my stomach and so… slowly impaled his sensitive asshole on my stiff cock. He had his eyes tightly shut.

I grabbed his slender waist. His hands gripped the hat on his head while I pushed inside of him. I could see the usually hidden lean, core muscles of his stomach contracting.

He brought one arm down the length of his extended torso to finger his erection. “So pretty…” I gasped, watching him ride, and he damn sure knew it. I sped up my pace and he matched me with his hand.

“You can call his name if you want…” I breathed heavily, “Scream it if you need to…”

He unleashed himself, with my permission, and cried out into the night sky for his professor. Soon he was shouting dirty fantasies, using dirty words. He was moaning, crying, and then he completely lost his grasp on the English language and it was just desperate noise.

I was certain the headmaster could hear us. I was certain the whole school could hear us. I was teetering on the edge of orgasm just at the thrill of being caught.

It was the first time we came in sync. At least that I can remember…

He sat up now on my lap, drained. His cum covered my chest and he dipped his shaking fingers inside the pool and tasted it.

“Sweet?” I asked raising my eyebrows. He nodded slowly licking his lips and I couldn’t resist…I captured his mouth for just a moment.

“Do you think when he sits here tomorrow he’ll be able to feel me?” Potter asked. His voice was scratchy and raw from the screaming. I held his damp, heated body closer to my own. His whole body shuddered, as a cold draft had just filled the room.

“I can’t imagine being somewhere you were and not feeling you…” I whispered breathlessly. He pulled off his hat and set it on my head.

“I think we got caught…” he said his voice barely above a whisper. He pointed up at the Gryffindor banner just as a very familiar ghostly figure (I was pretty sure she was from that abandoned girl’s bathroom) disappeared.

“No wonder you were shaking so hard…” I smirked.

“I think its bedtime…” he said slowly getting to his feet.


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“Draco…” Professor Snape began his voice airy and waspish. I looked up at him. “Does Lucius know about this?” he asked.

“Er… not exactly…” I said quietly, “I was hoping I could get it handled before going home for the holidays.”

“I see…” he mumbled, “Well I need a bit more time to think on this Draco… please come back tomorrow. Oh…and bring Potter with you…” he was careful to make the last words no more suggestive than they needed to be but I still picked up on the urgency in his last statement. I knew the moment would come when he asked me directly for Potter.

“Is that a good idea sir?” I asked innocently.

“Sorry Mr. Malfoy?” he raised his heavy black eyebrows.

“It’s just I’m so addicted sir… I don’t know what I may do in his presence…”

He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the desk in front of him, interlocking his fingers. He caught my grey eyes with his own black and for a moment I thought I saw a wicked gleam.

“I will make sure that everything goes according to plan…” he purred softly.

I felt a shiver run down my spine. The kind of shiver I liked. I stood up eagerly and left the classroom.

When I got to the staircase that led to Gryffindor tower he sat half asleep against it.

“He wants you… “ I whispered kissing his mouth.

His green eyes, lit up like sparkling emeralds.

“Tomorrow night…” I said slowly.