The Most Dangerous Thing a Slytherin Could Do

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Chapter 4- How the Slytherin Got His Tounge.

Walking sternly up the the stair case to the Owlery, Draco fummed about his last slut's blow job. She was some slag from sixth year, he didn't know her name or even what house she was in. He caught her in the Prefect's bathroom on the third floor and demanded a blow job in exchange for him to not tell Snape she had been in there. Not another word was spoken as she pulled his pajama pants down and took his hardening cock into her mouth. She hadn't been the worst, but he had had better. And the worst thing of it all, was while this girl was on her bare knees on the cold stone floor, in the middle of the night giving him head, behind his closed eyes he saw Granger. He even hissed Granger's name while he climaxed into the bimbo's mouth. She apperently heard what he had said, and left with her cloths in her arms, guess she wasn't too worried about Snape patroling the halls then.

Seeing his mothers black owl with piercing ice blue eyes, he tossed it a treat and unwrapped the letter from its leg. The owl then took flight out of the stone window, towards the Forbidden Forest. Opening the letter he smiled at the soft scent that was distinctly his mother.

DEAREST DRACO,
HOW I MISS YOU SO! I AM SO VERY PROUD OF YOU FOR MAKING HEAD BOY. I'M SURE YOU ARE DOING A WONDERFUL JOB. YOUR FATHER WOULD BE SO PROUD. MALFOY MANOR ISN'T THE SAME WITHOUT YOU HERE TO SPEND MY MORNING TEAS WITH. I SPEND THEM WITH MRS. ZABINI, GOODNESS DOES THAT WOMEN TALK AIR! THOUGH I SHOULD NOT SPEAK ILL OF HER, SHE IS A LONE WOMEN, SUCH AS MY SELF TAKING CARE OF A SLYTHERIN PRINCE. SHE TALKS OF HER LATE HUSBAND OFTEN. I'M SURE BLAISE HAS TOLD YOU THOUGH. ON ANOTHER NOTE, I WOULD LIKE TO INVITE YOU TO BRUNCH ON SUNDAY, OCTOBER 15. AND I WOULD LOVE FOR YOU TO BRING THE HEAD GIRL. I'D LOVE TO MEET THE WOMAN WHO PLAGUES MY BOY'S THOUGHTS. TILL THEN LOVE.

NARCISSCA M

Oh, his mother always knew how to ruin his day even more. Invite Granger to brunch! What a ridiculous idea! Has she gone loney! 'Well, no matter. Granger wouldn't accept anyway. She wouldn't walk withing a hundred miles of my manor.' Draco thought with a bit of light. He honestly couldn't see why his mother insisted as such anyway. 'But, mother asked, I may as well too.' Folding the letter up, he truged back down throuh the corridors and up to the common room. Glancing at the clock that rested on one of the end tables when he walked in, he doubled took on the time. 'Three o'clock! What the bloody hell! I'm not asking her now, fuck that.' Tossing the letter next to the clock, he slugged his way over to his room, and crawled under his silk covers, hoping that the few hours of sleep he would recieve would be enough for tomorrows adventure.


short i know, im sorry. i got my nails done, and i can't seem to figure them out....well R&R!!