Secret Keeper

Chapter 5 -- A Dream, A Vanished Penis, and Lectures

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize belongs to JK.

Author\'s Note: Increased hours at work = decreased hours to write. And, I forgot to give you my warnings in the first chapter.

First, there will be NO beastiality; by beastiality I mean sex between the two of them while one of them is animal and the other human. However, just because one of them is in animal form doesn\'t mean the other won\'t see them as attractive. It may be a little provocative, but no more than that.

Secondly, there will be non-con, bondage, humiliation, torture (whether sexual, physical or mental) and voyeurism towards the end; all the delightful things one might encounter while captured. Oh, WHOOPS, I gave you a small hint about the ending!! :(

Thirdly, I\'m American. :) This means that, while I will try my best, it is not going to have British slang coming out the wazoo. I am not that good of a writer.

And, last but not least, the school year at Hogwarts starts on the 1st of September according to the HP Lexicon. However, that doesn\'t work with the timeline I have for the story, so I took an artistic liberty and made it the 26th of August. I\'m sure you\'ll get over it. :P

I might also add that one of the main themes is dom./sub. and it will run through the entire story.

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I am slammed against the wall, my head cracking loudly on the stone, pain shooting up my neck from the awkward way my shoulder blades hit. \"What the fuck do you think you\'re doing, Potter?\" I yell, glaring up at his strangely blurry face. Two burning green lights are all I see.

\"Oh, come on, Draco,\" He says, grasping both of my wrists in one hand and holding them above my head. \"You know you like it rough.\" He purrs into my ear, his dark tone sending shivers up my spine.

\"What the fu--\" My protest breaks off into a squeak as one of his hands begins to squeeze my penis through my pants, bringing it fully erect in a manner of seconds, much to my horror. \"Potter, I--\"

A flash of white. \"See, Draco?\" He presses himself closer and I can feel his answering erection heavy and hot against mine through the fabric. A gasp escapes when he thrusts oh-so gently. \"There\'s no use lying to yourself or me. Rough is the only way you\'ll ever have it.\" A hand reaches up and cups my cheek, a thumb gently stroking. \"Of course, this isn\'t rough at all. We\'ll get into that later, much later, when you\'re ready. When you stop denying yourself.\" The hand suddenly constricts on my cheek until I\'m panting and gasping from the burning sensation. \"Until then...\" He places his forehead to mine, green lights searing into me, breath warm on my lips. \"Why don\'t we have a little fun?\" Chuckling, he rights himself, his hand withdrawing to slowly meander down my chest.

I whimper, whether from fear or excitement, or perhaps a combination of the both, I don\'t know. This is a side I\'ve never seen of Potter\'s and, ohgodhelpme, I love it. I try to thrust against him in return, to feel some more wonderful friction, but he laughs and moves his body away. The loss of heat is immediate and I groan in frustration.

\"Ah, ah, ah, my little precious.\" He wags a finger at me and I follow it with my eyes, tempted to bite it, lick it, suck on it. \"Let\'s not get ahead of ourselves, hm?\" The scorching green lights narrow and the finger hitches itself at the v of my t-shirt. \"Tsk, tsk. This really must go. I want to see all of you.\" And suddenly my t-shirt is ripped, the sides parting to bare my torso. The cool air makes me moan and I can see a pink blur slide across his equally blurry face. \"Hot and willing, mmmm.\" He moves in closer, one of his legs sliding between mine and I immediately try to ride it, anything for a little friction on my aching cock. An arm blocks me from doing so, a hot brand of iron across my lower stomach that pushes me to the cold wall. \"Just the way a submissive should be.\" he purrs and bites my neck, sucking on it. I feel the blood rush up to the spot and now I\'m getting dizzy and then --


I gasp and quickly sit up, my eyes wide and staring as I come to the realization that I\'m no longer in my bed. And that the dream I had just indulged in was the most erotic I\'d ever experienced. God, I need to wank. Awkwardly getting to my feet, feeling the aching pain from my pulsing cock and the soreness of a few places I must have hit on the ground when I fell out of bed, I check the sheets to make sure I left no evidence of my dream. I share this room with Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle, and I\'d rather not have them snicker and tease me. They have more erotic dreams than I do, at any rate. Grabbing my wand from the drawer of my nightstand, I cast a tempus and hurry to the bathroom; I need to get this erection taken care of before they wake up and it\'s already 6:30. With an hour and a half before breakfast, Blaise will be getting up soon to hog the bathroom. I grimace. Definitely don\'t want to be caught wanking in the shower.

I take a towel and a washcloth out of the closet and place them on the counter by the sink for easy access, carefully placing my wand under them both. Slipping out of my pajama\'s, I ball them up so that the wet spot on the front of my pants isn\'t seen and stash them between the sink and the toilet; if Blaise gets impatient and comes in, I would prefer it to not be so blatantly obvious. The shower is already on, so I step in, gasping at the scalding temperature before it magically lowers to the setting I want. Ahhh, just right for wanking.

Grabbing my green shower pouf, I squirt some body wash onto it and lather it up, inhaling the delicious vanilla and honey scent that filters into the steamy mist surrounding me. Slowly I caress my left arm with the pouf, luxuriating in the feel of slick vanilla soap and silken mesh sliding across, before moving it up to my shoulder and across my collarbone. Here I imagine Potter licking and nipping the bone, making a small detour for the tendons of my neck that end right above it; he sucks hard on them and the little slurping sounds go straight to my twitching penis. He pushes me to the shower wall where he bites my right shoulder, hard and painful. His hands swirl around my torso, tweaking my nipples, giving a pinch here and there and I\'m moaning, bucking up, hoping he will take the hint and wander lower to give my leaking cock what it needs. He\'s playful though, in control and dominant, just like in my dream, so he leans away with emerald eyes dancing and a smirk on his face. He silently shakes his head and wags a finger at me. Now I take the chance that I didn\'t have in my dream to bite it, swirling my tongue around the tip and sucking. I watch his pupils dilate and nostrils flare, a split seconds warning before he shoves a powerful arm into my adam\'s apple, simultaneously cutting off my air and pinning me to the wall, a hand cruelly grabbing my cock and twisting. I choke on my guttural groan and stars flash in my vision. I never knew suffocating could feel so divine. His eyes, green, green eyes, swirl around me, encompass me, shine down on me and float to the heavens. \'Draco, Draco, are you okay? Draco, can you hear me, Draco? Don\'t fucking make me get Snape!\'

\"What the hell?\" My eyes snap open and I find myself encased in... How did I get myself wrapped up in the shower curtain, on the floor?

\"If you\'re not out of this bathroom in 10 seconds, Draco, you\'re going to have one very nasty Snape breathing down your neck.\" Blaise yells through the door.

\"Hold your fucking horses!\" I yell back, my hands frantically searching for an opening in the swath of fabric. Blaise is a ruddy impatient guy when it comes to bathroom use and I know that his ten second ultimatum will hold true; not to mention Snape will be very irate for having to come sort this out. Seconds pass and I still can\'t find an opening. Christ, this is fucking ridiculous. Giving up, I roll onto my stomach and wildly start to scrunch my way in the direction I think the door is, a fine imitation of a caterpillar, I\'m sure. Of course, I never did wank off my erection, evident by the heated line across my lower stomach, and the thought of hexing Blaise\'s pecker off for disturbing me sounds like a fine idea. Then I remember that I\'d never locked the door to begin with. I heave an exasperated sigh and stop my scrunching, resting my forehead against the moist fabric beneath me. \"Come in Blaise.\" I call resignedly, belatedly hoping the door doesn\'t smack me in the head.

The door clicks open and, thankfully, misses me. \"What\'re you doing over there in the corner?\" I hear Blaise question from behind me in confusion. \"In the shower curtain?\"

Bloody bollocks, I wasn\'t even going in the right direction. Figures. \"That doesn\'t matter,\" I say harshly, \"Just get me the fuck out of this sodding thing.\"

A pregnant pause fills the air. \"Do you...\" Blaise asks tentatively. \"Do you mind if I take a piss first?\"

I roll my eyes. \"Sure, whatever, just hurry it up.\" comes my muffled reply. I shift into a more comfortable position, knowing that it\'ll probably be a while before he actually gets around to helping me. Blaise always pisses like a racehorse in the morning.

\"Thank the gods,\" he mutters, his footfalls heading my way, and... Christ. I close my eyes and start lightly hitting my head on the ground. I ended up by the toilet. That would explain why the splattering of his urine against the water is so loud. And why I can feel the impact of a few small drops on the cloth surrounding me. I resist the urge to gag and lay quietly, frustrated at having to wait for someone else to help me. I hate feeling powerless. Absolutely detest it and if Blaise doesn\'t speed up his pissing I truly am going to hex his behemoth off. \"Where are Crabbe and Goyle?\" I snap.

\"Oh, they\'re still sleeping.\" he answers languidly, urine still splashing into the toilet bowl. \"I got up early today since it\'s the first day of the year. Need to look good for the ladies and guys, you know what I mean?\"

Of course I know what you mean, I\'m not a bloody idiot, and stop with your cheesy fucking smirking. I hiss and roll over towards him, reminding him of my plight with a gentle bump against his right leg. Certainly not enough to jar his aim, but enough to get his attention. \"That\'s great, now piss a little faster and get me out of here.\"

He chuckles prior to invoking his death sentence. \"Aw, is poor wittle Dracy-poo trapped? Can\'t get out by himself?\" He clucks and the steady stream of his urine finally winds down. \"Hold on a second wittle baby and I\'ll help you.\" More drops hit the curtain and I shudder to think of what they truly are.

\"Yes, do that,\" I growl, \"but wash your hands first. Don\'t want those filthy things all over me. You\'ve probably got STD\'s galore, you man-whore.\"

\"I do not!\" he protests indignantly, rinsing his hands in the sink. Dammit, I can\'t see if he\'s using soap. \"I take very good care of myself, I\'ll have you know.\"

\"Oh yeah? Tell that to Marietta Edgecomb or Owen Cauldwell.\" I shoot back. \"I hear they spent quite some time in the Infirmary, conveniently after you rendezvoused with them. Maybe to get rid of some STD\'s, hm?\"

The tap turns off and I can hear the faint sounds of him drying his hands off. Using my towel probably. He walks over to me, so close I can feel the heat of his legs filtering through the curtain. \"Do you want my help or not, Mr. I\'m-So-Pious Malfoy?\"

I sigh and nod my head, forgetting that he probably can\'t see it. \"Yes. Hurry up, I still have to get dressed.\"

Confirmation given, he squats down and rolls me around, searching for the end of the fabric. \"So, how\'d you get in there anyways?\"

As if I\'m going to tell you I fell out of the shower wanking because of a dream I fell out of bed for. \"Dunno.\" I mumble. \"Just... I slipped. In the shower. And grabbed the curtain to try and stop myself.\"

He snickers. \"Yeah, and that doesn\'t sound totally made up on the spot. What\'s the real reason?\"

\"Just get me the fuck out of here, Blaise, and stop fucking pestering me with questions.\" I snarl, patience in tatters. \"What I do in the shower is none of your fucking business and I want to keep it that way.\" You\'d probably get your jollies off of it, anyways.

His movements still. \"You were wanking, weren\'t you?\" There\'s a smug grin in his voice and, by the gods, if I wasn\'t going to hex his cock off before, I\'m sure as hell going to do it now. \"That\'s why you\'re so defensive.\"

If I could, I would pinch the bridge of my nose in a futile attempt to reign in my temper. Unfortunately for Blaise, my only option is to focus on my breathing, which is about as useful as being blind while playing Quidditch. Suddenly I feel cold air raising the hairs on one of my legs and I kick out, rolling around and clawing at the fabric.

\"Whoa, Draco, what-!\" Blaise quickly backs away, clearly surprised. \"Draco, calm down! I almost had you free!\"

I snarl and finally fight my way out, chest heaving with my exertions. Swiftly grabbing my wand, I point it at his cock and growl \"Evanesco!\", never more glad that he sleeps naked.


Finally, I think as I stride out of Dumbledore\'s office. I can get my arse down to breakfast and enjoy some good food. I\'m starving.

It had taken that old bat long enough to get around to my hex on Blaise. We\'d spent ten, long minutes exchanging stilted pleasantries; he inquired about how my mother and father were doing - As well as ever, sir - and if I was excited for my last year of Hogwarts - I suppose, sir; I was stuck asking how Fawkes was - He\'s just reincarnated himself, Mr. Malfoy, thank you for asking - and, without being very familiar with his personal life, asking how the war was coming along - As well as can be expected, Mr. Malfoy.

That had reminded me of my last meeting with Dumbledore. Prior to summer holidays this year, I had expressed my desire to remain neutral; neither accepting nor rejecting either side. I saw a flash of surprise in his old blue eyes before he asked me if I was familiar with the Christian religion. Confused and reluctant to get on the topic of religion, I hesitantly said that I considered myself agnostic. He had tutted and explained that in Christian legend God had waged a mighty battle with Lucifer, the angel who had become full of pride and thought he should be higher than the one who created him. When he was defeated, he was thrown down to Earth with the angels who had supported him as well as those who had taken a neutral stand. \'Do you know why, Mr. Malfoy?\' he had asked. Still confused and more than a little nervous at the connotations I was already getting from this story, I shook my head. \'It\'s because they were opportunistic in their ways and thereby defied God by not taking a firm stance behind him.\' He replied, a strange light in his eyes.

At this point, I was wondering if it would be a good time to make an excuse and get out of there. I wasn\'t stupid; I knew he had a reason for telling me that legend and I was positive it wasn\'t good. Was he comparing himself to God? I reiterated that I wasn\'t choosing either side and he shook his head with a sigh, the strange light disappearing from his eyes as he waved me out and told me to enjoy my summer.

Thankfully, the meeting this morning had stayed away from precarious subject matter and strangely behaving Dumbledore\'s. After the pleasantries, he had given me detention for a week, to be served by McGonagall. When I questioned why, his eyes twinkled and he said vaguely \'Prejudices abound in this world, my boy, both good and bad.\'

I stomp through the Great Hall doors in a huff, making my way over to the Slytherin house table. Word has passed fast through the student body about the incident because I\'m met with a mixture of gleeful congratulations and fearful glances. I raise my chin and breathe in deep the various aroma\'s of those around me - fear, sleepiness, happiness, and hunger - as well as the scents of the food on the laden tables. I\'ll be having a handsome breakfast this morning, the thought enough to make my mouth water. Then I freeze. There is a... fragrance... I frown and begin to sniff the air at a more frenzied pace. This scent. It makes me feel... alive. Complete. Wanted. Interested and a little confused, I follow the trail through the tables, ignoring the curious looks passing students shoot me. It\'s spread throughout the hall, although it isn\'t quite as strong by the staff table, which meant that who- or whatever it belonged to had been in here long enough for the scent to permeate, to mix in with the numerous others. I can barely contain my excitement when I notice it getting stronger as I slowly approach the Gryffindor table.

\"DRACY-POO?????\" A shriek just behind me jars my ears and I jump, startled by the close proximity. I whirl around, snarling at the person who dared to distract me from my quest, and am greeted by a flurry of movement and heavily perfumed arms wrapping themselves around me in a chokehold. \"Why are you over here by the nasty Gryffindors??\" Pansy, the owner of the shriek and the arms, blasts the closest Gryffindors a furious glare and proceeds to tug on my arm, trying to get me to follow her back to our table.

\"The depth of your immaturity simply astounds me, Pansy dear.\" I drawl, briefly glancing at the length of the Gryffindor table before allowing myself to be led away like a recalcitrant puppy.


Ten minutes prior to the end of breakfast, I recieve a missive from Poppy that requests my presence in the Infirmary. Once there I recieve a strict lecture about using spells for other than their intended use - But I did want it to disappear! - and am forced to spit out an apology to mutinously glaring Blaise - I\'m sorry, you prick. All right, all right! I\'m sorry I vanished it. She informs me that he\'ll have to be taken to St. Mungo\'s for a couple of days while the healers search for some way to reverse my spell, and then bustles away to her other patients. I silently stare at Blaise for a few moments, nod my head, and walk out the door. He knows that I was just upset. Things should be smoothed over by the time he gets back.


Ten fucking minutes late to my next class. All because of that stupid sod Blaise. Hefting the books in my arms a little higher, I hurry around the corner to Muggle Studies and collide with a very hard body, dropping a few of my textbooks at impact. \"Watch where you\'re going!\" I bark and bend down to gather them. A tanned, calloused hand dances into view, grabbing a book I was just about to pick up. I frown and glance up, opening my mouth to insult them and... I squeak and snap my mouth shut.

It\'s Potter.

Very close. And staring at me. With, ohgod, those luxurious eyes of his, dilated and searing.

\"Is that any way to talk to your dominant, precious?\" He asks slyly, a smirk on his face as he waggles the book in front of me.