Fairy Tales

The Slytherin Common room was buzzing with gossip. Pansy had returned from the hospital wing two days after the attack. She had not breathed a word of what had happened to her. Professor Snape had assured her that all was taken care of. Her parents had sent an owl telling her to ‘just forget that it ever happen, dear’. Lucius Malfoy had gotten to them, reassuring them of their rewards for not going to the authorities. The Parkinson’s were Slytherin’s and Death Eaters. They knew better that to inform the ministry.

Echo Dolohov sat at her study desk in her room inside Slytherin House. She was studying for that daft Umbridge dark arts test. Clearly this woman was a fool in a toads shell. A raven appeared at Echo’s window with a note to be by the fire at 1 am, alone. This could only mean one thing. Her father was contacting her.


Echo put her wand to the scrap of parchment and preformed an incendo ch No No use letting people know that the Dolohov’s were sneaky, people just needed to assume. She then rose from her studies and headed out the door to the girl’s bath chambers. This was the most uxorious part of the dungeons, 20 large old fashion bath tubs, with knobby feet at the bottom and snake head fixtures. Then ran shower stalls, rows of 10 along each wall. Toilets were housed elsewhere. Echo was still as she entered the bathing area. Two Slytherin girls were in one stall having their way with one another. One girl looked to be a 4th year while the other Echo knew was a 7th year. The younger was small breasted, with rosy pink nipples and soft blonde curls. The older was stooped on the ground with her mouth attached to the young ones snatch. The older girl was sucking loudly as the child above her writhed with pleasure. “Damn Donna, your pussy is dripping in my mouth. You should have come to see me much earlier. I could have saved you some frustration.” Donna groaned as she ran her hand up her stomach reaching her small tits. She grabbed one and gave it a tug. With her other hand she found Sherrine’s hair. She ran her fingers through it and pulled her face closer to the area of need. “Just shut up and eat me, Draco hasn’t been around lately. I’m dying inside to cum”, she panted.

Donna giggled, “The whore of Slytherin not visiting one of his ladies…that is a shame my dear. Maybe you could switch teams; I’ll take care of you.”

Echo shivered. Draco Malfoy, and everyone thought that Snape was the bane of all’s existence.

Echo tried to ignore the wails and moans coming from the stall. She picked a tub far away from the action, filled it, slid in and tried to relax. She was well aware that her duty was to please Draco. One day, she would be forced to walk down the aisle, while he waited on her, she would be given to him. She knew that she was to not have relations with another man. All Malfoy men wanted pure women. Her father had explained it to her on a visit with him at Azkaban. He had stressed that she would remain in her pure state and that on the night of her wedding, Draco would teach her to please him. Her father had smiled. He said that all men want to teach the woman they are with to please him and only him. Antonin had gone into great detail about the Malfoy family. He had said that Draco would play around so that when he married he could be faithful, for her not to concern herself with this. He also said that other men, not just Draco and Draco’s father, may want to taste her. It would be up to Draco, should he allow it. Echo knew that there was no way out of this. She would not marry for love she would marry for her father’s wishes of being forever linked with the Malfoy’s.


At 10 minutes until one, Echo rose and crept down into the common area and placed herself in front of the fire. She knew her father’s head would be there shortly. She did not have to wait long. The dark features of Antonin Dolohov appeared moments later. She noticed that he was looking healthier. His features were swelling back into place; his eyes had a dance in them. His hair was long, past his shoulders, with only a hint of grey added to the black locks. He looked at his daughter and smiled broadly. “Hello, poppet, you look lovely. Just like your mother. I can’t wait to see her…how are you dear?”

Antonin listened as his daughter talked about the professors, especially that daft witch Umbridge. She told him all about how silly the girls were and how they were always coddling each other in the bath chambers.

“That is because you are pure women. You have to remain untouched by a man. We do not mind you being touched by woman. Everyone needs a release” Antonin replied.

“It looks most uncomfortable, snogging in the showers; maybe I could suggest they lie down somewhere?”

Antonin laughed.

“I have a purpose for this visit, poppet. Draco Malfoy, the man you will marry—“

“By force”

“—because it is your destiny, has been accused of raping the Parkinson girl. Now, all of the followers know that the Parkinson’s are lowly, however, you must not allow him to believe that he can carry on in such a manner. You must impress upon him that you will not tolerate being linked to a man that can not control his infidels. He will not do the same to you; you are not weaker than he.”

“Father, Draco and I have never even spoken. He has made it very clear that he wants nothing to do with me. What do I care if he is raping girls who wish to give up their birthright?”

“Poppet, Pansy is set to marry the Crabbe boy, she is trying to get a little pleasure out of life. If she can convince Draco to copulate with her, she will be forfeit, and can marry Draco. This pushes you out of the running with the lad. We would be forced to wed you off to inferior stock. This is important. Think of your standings in social society.”

“How do you know about all of this? Who told you?”

“I have eyes and ears at Hogwarts. There are persons who understand the importance of your and Draco’s binding.”

Echo sat and thought this through. Who could be her father’s informant?

“Have to go, love. Soon I will hold you in my arms and bounce you on my knee. I will reclaim my place in our world and your mother’s heart. Be a good girl and don’t forget.”

Antonin Dolohov’s head vanished. Ewas was left to wonder what the hell was going on.




Two weeks past before Echo ran into Draco in the Great Hall. She figured it was now or never. Echo walked up to him and cleared her throat. Draco dismissed his entourage so that they could have a private conversation.

“I was wondering if you and I could meet somewhere and talk, away from prying eyes?” asked Echo.

Draco looked around and noticed that most of the Grat Hall was staring at them.

“Room of Requirement, 9 PM.”



The Room of Requirement was the perfect place Echo thought as she opened the door. She had gotten there 10 minutes early so that she could set the mood. The room was lightly lit, candles hung in mid-air from the ceiling. The were large puffs on the floor and butterbeer on a warmer. Echo had picked a very prettess ess from her clo It It was green silk with a tie at the waist. It showed how slim she was and that she was beginning to develop in areas of interest to boys.

Draco was late. She hated tardiness. It put her in a foul mood.

Twenty minutes after 9, Draco slinked in, wearing a grin like the cat that ate the cream. Echo took one look at him and knew what he had been up too.

“Did you have to spend your time fucking before you came to see me?” she yelled.

“Didn’t have too, was not my intention, Donna Ritchie came to me with a need that had to be met. Little Demon.”

“Is she not betrothed?”

“Never enter a Slytherin, it is not wise.”

Draco threw himself down on a puff and grabbed a butterbeer. He looks delicious, she thought. Tight fitting pants and a white button up shirt. The top 2 buttons were open and the sleeves were not closed. He had it untucked and was wearing no shoes. Even his feet were beautiful.

Echo cleared her throat and spoke. “It has come to my attention that you are banging everything that moves. I was hoping that we could come to an agreement. Something a little more private. I do not really want the whole school to remember my husband as a common whore.”

Draco laughed. “I am not banging everything, eating some, getting eaten mostly. Although do you know that Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs are not married off at birth and most Gryffindor’s parents are blood traitors, so they are out also. That leaves the Slytherins, I just play with them. Besides, you should not care how I spend my time.”

“I only care about me. What happens in a few years when all of Hogwarts know that I am to be Mrs. Draco Malfoy. I will not be shamed. If you can have lovers then I see no reason that I can’t have lovers also.” That should shut him up.

Draco got up from his puff; he walked as gracefully as a cat on four paws over to where Echo sat. Gently, he took her face into his hand and began to stroke it lightly. Almost lovingly. Draco had to admit, she was going to be lovely. His grey eyes searched hers. He was taking in what she looked like. Dark, thick hair. Deep sea-green eyes. Her form was tiny. He could tell she was to be a small frame. Her body was starting to fill out. He dropped his fingers softly down her neck; he felt her shudder under his ministration. That is a plus, he told himself. As he reached her small breast, gently he cupped them and drug his thumb over her nipple. She hissed at him. “Tender, my sweet. Yes, they are growing, I will be gentle.” He untied the belt to her dress and parted the top. Pushing away the material of her bra, he examined her breast and then leaned down to kiss it gently before he started on the other. “Lie back”, it was not a request. Echo lay down on the floor. Draco ran a hand up her calf, to her thigh, onto the top of her mound. “Your producing heat, little one.” He said softly. She whimpered. Wondering why she had a knot in her stomach, why her breathing was failing her, why thoughts of him were swarming around in her head. Suddenly his hand was removed from her body.

“You do not have my permission to take a lover. Not now, not ever. You are going to be a delicious treat in a few years. I want you for my own. As for your request. I will limit my activities to non-Slytherins. None but them can ruin you chance of marriage to me.”

“That is very kind of you; however, you’re screwing every girl that walks. Limit it to one and allow me to have the company of one chosen by you.”

“I will not follow another dick into my wife” Draco spat.

“I am not happy about sitting on a dick that has been inside all of Hogwarts!”

Draco sneered at her, studying her. She was made of strong stock. No woman, or man for that matter, had ever talked to him, the Prince of Slytherin, that way.

“I will not give up pleasures of the flesh; you can take a female lover. I have some that I can recommend” he smiled

Echo scoffed at him. “No, almighty one, I want a man.” The sarcasm was thick when it reached Draco’s ears.

“The only man you shall ever have is me, get used to the idea.”

“No” she spat.

“Fine then, make things difficult” Draco took out his wand and gave it a silly little swipe. He muttered words at her. Her body warmed from head to foot. She shook violently. Then, it was over.

“See you around Echo.”

“I demand to know what you just did to me!”

“Just a simple spell. One that came out of my father’s personal collection at home. It is for chastity.”

Echo’s stomach dropped.

“By the way, Dolohov, there is no reversing it until the castor is ready. I am not ready.”

Draco turned and walked out of the Room of Requirement. Echo had a bad feeling about that spell.