One Night in Hogwarts

I had a brainwave, and rubbed my left forearm against the stone on one of the corridor walls hard enough to draw blood, then headed up to the Hospital Wing, where a tired but fussing Madam Pomfrey gave me a jar of a fast-healing ointment and told me to get to bed. Of course, having visited her, I could wander almost anywhere on the excuse "I'm on my way back from the Hospital", so I had no fears going to the Potions classroom. Mind you, I ducked into the toilets on the way, and made sure my arm and my cock had a decent amount of the ointment on them. And it worked – the arm was as good as new and the abrasions and marks on my cock were gone. Nothing, though, seemed to excite it – three times in a couple of hours was damned good going but it looked like a fourth time was unlikely.

I thought I'd better at least show my face, and walked around the last corner of the dungeons to the classroom – then stopped and looked in horror and amusement at the scene in front of me.

Pansy.

My lovely girlfriend.

On her knees, drawing out the long, thick and rather hard cock of …

Me.

And the encouragement I was giving her. "That's right, you little slut. Give it all your attention. Take the lot."

Except it wasn't me. Someone, not me, but looking just like me, was getting the value of my slut's rather-well-trained oral ministrations. Dammit, I'd spent that extra time giving her lessons, and she damned well was giving someone else the benefit.

I groaned, though. The sight was damned hot. She was licking that cock up and down, and swirling her tongue around the end like she'd been desperate for it. Despite my fears that my own body wouldn't rise to the occasion, I felt a familiar and very welcome stirring in my groin, and I decided to see just what the other had to offer. Whoever the other was.

He was hard enough that I thought he might burst, and he must have realised it too, because he pulled her off (although she gave one last kiss to the end) and stood her up. "It's time, my dear. I think we should use the teacher's desk, just for that extra touch of class, don't you?"

Pansy leaned in and kissed him, and he put his hands on her shirt and unbuttoned it carefully all the way down, gently removing it and putting it to the side. Her skirt was unzipped and left to slide down her legs and pool at her feet, and I noticed that the naughty minx was wearing a clean pair of those rather fetching cotton underpants, this time in a sweet pink. He – the other me – seemed appreciative of this fact too, as he lifted her up and gently sat her on the edge of the teacher's desk, lying her down along it with legs dangling over the edge. He slipped his hands under her arse – oh that sweet, pert little arse – and slid her knickers down and off as well, then he started running his hands up and down her legs, his thumbs ever closer to that sweet spot in the middle that she loved me to touch.

And I was damned well touching myself, I have to tell you. Watching myself seduce Pansy was the most erotic thing I had seen all that night. When my clone dipped his head and started her moaning with every touch of his tongue, I moaned as well and had my hand working double-time.

Then I … he … looked up.

"Malfoy. As I expected. Well don't just stand there, come help me. You want to be first, don't you?"

Pansy started at this, and looked over at me in horror and surprise. "But..." She looked back at the Me who was running his hands up her thighs again.

"Patience, Miss Parkinson. Surely you want to get off too." He held her down with one hand on her stomach while he slipped a finger inside her and a tongue back onto her clit. Her protests were silenced immediately, replaced with a moan that would wake the dead.

Snape. The sneaky bugger. Well, maybe he would be, but not yet anyway. I was in no mood to argue – my cock was harder than it had been all night, (although it could stand a bit more attention).

"Going to be much longer there, Professor?"

"Enough of your cheek, Malfoy, or I'll take her virginity instead. Don't think you're the only one who enjoys the artless moans and responses of the uninitiated. And now amuse yourself for a few more moments while I finish what I started here." He went back to his job, and I sauntered up to Pansy's head. Her moans were getting more and more enthusiastic, the more so for the obvious expertise being employed down below, and she beckoned me closer and wrapped a gentle but insistent hand around my cock and brought it close enough to lick.

The little attentions she paid the head and frenum were more than enough to keep me up and ready, and the moans she made against it when my Snape-self delved deeper were starting to make me worry I wouldn't last. Suddenly, though, she let go of me and arched her back hard, driving her cunt into my alter-ego's face as she came with a scream. He did not desist from his ministrations for another minute, then gestured me around to take his place between her legs.

"And I'll be expecting a professional job here, Malfoy, or it's ten points from Slytherin. Same to you, Miss Parkinson – pay my cock the attention you were giving the real one, or it'll be the worse for you."

She was too blissed out to care, and merely reached for him, her head turned sideways on the desk and he slipping the head of that very familiar cock between her lips. Once more I was turned on incredibly by seeing the attention Pansy was giving to it from a quite different angle, and it took an attention-seeking cough from Snape-Draco to remind me of my task.

Pansy was wet. So wet. So sleek and slippery and lovely. I lifted her knees over my shoulders and placed the head of my cock at the entrance of her lovely cunt; it was so swollen by the arousal that the lips were standing out and her clit was almost sitting up and begging. Slowly, oh so slowly, I slid my cock in, a gentle thumb on her button to keep her twitching, and used a back-and-forth motion that felt like heaven on my own arousal. My other cock was being well looked after at the top, every movement of me down here making her moan and redouble her attentions with her mouth.

In a few gentle thrusts I found the tightness that she (and my other self) had kept just for me. "Such a good little slut, such a sweet, hot, tight tart." And I twitched her clit until she suddenly raised her hips up against me, hard, and screamed with the force of the orgasm and the pain of the thrust. The noise and the clenching of her tight cunt against my cock, and the sight of the blood and the sight of my other self thrusting hard into her mouth, sent me up and over the edge myself, and I came with a yell that should have echoed through the school as I spurted inside her previously-unsullied cunt. My other self withdrew and fisted himself quickly, and the come spattered over her face in a glorious pattern, and Pansy's screams and moans went on for a good minute, her cunt spasming in a most pleasant manner around my satisfied cock until it slid out of her.

I picked up her knickers where they had previously fallen, and used them to clean myself before slipping them into my pocket with a smile. My features were starting to slip off my other self, who turned to a sink at the side of the classroom, and brought back a couple of small, dampened towels for Pansy to use. He'd also taken the time to tuck himself in, and the bastard looked as neat and tidy as if he was about to step into a staff meeting. Pansy was dazed, and obviously somewhere else, somewhere pleasant and wonderful, and she could barely stand.

And she was mine.