Fairy Tales

Theistmistmas holidays had finally arrived. Everyone in the Slytherin common room was preparing to catch the train home. Draco had given Echo a little more attention during the past few weeks. Not that he spoke to her he just let his eye linger a little longer than was warranted. To say the least this made Echo very nervous. She was feeling strong emotions ever since her meeting with Draco. She could not figure out why he was always on her mind, why him screwing around bothered her and to make matters worse, no where in Hogwarts could she locate that damn spell he had put on her. She would have to ask her mother about it when she got home.

Draco was to take the train to Platform 9 ¾ , then he would meet up with Professor Snape and go to Louisiana for a couple of weeks so that he could see Brandon. They were surly to have a great time. Christmas in Louisiana was always beautiful. His parents would come to see him a few times, eat dinner, shop, his father and Snape would converse and he and Brandon would party like crazy.

For some reason, Echo had been wondering around in Draco’s mind lately. He was impressed by the little chit’s assertiveness. Telling him off was very brave for a 2nd year. Casually, he had been sneaking peaks at her. Maybe the marriage arrangement would not be so bad. She seemed feisty. Draco smiled to himself when he recalled the look on her face when he told her the spell was a chastity charm. That was sort of a lie. But just a Slytherin lie. Truth be told, the spell was not a charm, more like a hex, and it was straight out of Dark Arts for the Rotten 101. He would know if she were to try and be with a man. He would know if shs was wanting anyone. Matter fact, she could kiss her pet dog and Draco Malfoy would know. He smiled to himself, ‘I am an evil git’!



As Draco and Uncle Severus approach Snape Manor, Draco looked around the grounds. Then wan was immaculate and green. The skies were crystal blue with streaks of cloud cover and brilliant sght.ght. There were trees still colorful. It was beautiful. There is nothing like the south in America. Wide open lands were littered with animals, horses, dogs, and a cat. Uncle Severus hated cats. This must be new. The most striking difference between where Draco is and where he had just come from was the temperature. It was bloody hot in December in Louisiana. “Uncle, why is the air sticky?”

Severus laughed a rich laugh as he opened the gate to his home. Stepping inside the grounds, he touched his face and said, Rosaria, the mask that covered his body was dropped. Turning to look at Draco he said, “It’s the humidity, son. The blasted humidity.” Severus smiled and stated “It is good to be home.” Draco saw that his fangs were already showing. Severus turned to Draco and with a deep look into the young man’s grey eyes, searching for the right words to say to the boy. Draco was entranced. Severus could hold someone’s stare for what seemed an eternity. The silence broke and Severus leaned over and said, “I am proud of your accomplishments with Miss Dolohov this past term.” Then Uncle Severus turned and went running up the dirt drive to meet his daughter, who was screaming ‘Daddy’s home, Daddy’s home!”


That evening as they all sat down to dinner, Bethey was lecturing everyone on rights of animals. She kept saying that eating fish was rather cruel. “The way they catch the poor creatures. Hooking them onto a sharp instrument then letting the poor thing suffocate! I mean really, do you know that they boil lobster alive? That is how they cook the animal. He’s alive! All these restaurants take the animal, smother it in hot, boiling water and then brag about having to beat it with the wooden spoon to keep it in the pot! It is unbelievable! Absolutely atrocious!”

Bethey kept on her tirade until Severus had had enough, “Sweetheart, you are 10 years old and you still lure old people in the park for a snack. They are people, not playthings. I think that you need to sort out your priorities. Besides this family, as a whole, does not consume that much mortal food and we certainly don’t eat fish. Now, unless you’d like to scream about the fact that this evening I will consume a couple cows, then the discussion is closed. No animal rights protest will be staged at my dinner table.”

“Mmm, steak” said Draco, “I love steaks; a good pot roast is very appealing, also.”

Brandon started to laugh, “Father means that he is going to sink his teeth in the actual cow, while he’s living!”

Draco’s stomach turned a flop, “You’re joking, right?”

“No, I am not Mr. Malfoy, I am a Vampire. I drink blood, eat cockroaches and would absolutely kill for some larva. You have known me for 15 years; exactly what the hell did you think I ate?”

“Food. Real food. I see you eat in the Great Hall. I have even seen you steal cookies in the teacher’s lounge.”

“Being that my father was a Vampire and my mother was not, I am able to indulge in what you would call normal foods. That is why Brandon does not need to feed very often. Bethey doesn’t need to, she just likes to, and it’s her way of defiance towards me. The little harpy.”

“I only need blood every couple months, but that is changing. I wanted to talk with you, Father, about that while you were home. Lately, my drive for blood has increased. I want to feed often, sometimes it is over-whelming” said Brandon.


When dinner was over, Brandon and Draco went out. Draco had never been to muggle towns and Brandon was going to show him all that neighboring New Orleans had to offer. Draco was amazed at the lights and sounds of the city. Moreover, the whole town looked ancient. All the buildings were huge and columned. Everything looked so old, yet so beautiful.

“Draco, get your ass in here!” Shouted Brandon.

Draco stopped his scanning of the city a waltz into the bar that his friend had just entered. Brandon was the polar opposite of Snape. Tall and lanky, but completely different in coloring. Brandon had the good looks of both his mother and father. Deep, rich blue eyes that you just forgot yourself in, long, thick blond hair. He was well-built. Solid muscle. Interestingly enough, he was born with a rather curious marking on him. Neither Draco nor Brandon had ever mentioned it, but Draco had over heard Uncle Severus and his father speak of it often. Brandon has an enormous bird sculpted in black along his back. Women found it sexy, men thought it intimidating; Brandon never paid attention to it.

Brandon walked up to the bar and ordered two beers, tap. Draco didn’t have a clue. When Brandon handed the drink to his friend he said, “Thought I‘d start you out small!” He raised his glass as a salute and began to drink. Draco thought it was alright, not something he couldn’t live without. Brandon kept saying that it was a ‘required taste’, then he explained, “After 3 or 4, you don’t taste them anymore.”

Draco turned to watch the girls onstage. Apparently they disrobed in front of all these people. People who seem to pay them to disrobe. Brandon took in Draco’s glare and stated “Strippers that is what the. S. Strip. Do they not have these kinds of women where you live?”

“Yes, but not on Main Street!”

Brandon laughed, “Have another beer and sit down. There is a girl you will like to meet.”

They found a small table at the back of the bar. Two girls were sitting there drinking drinks that appeared to be housed in punch bowls and were the color of neon blue. Draco openly stared at them.

“Screaming Blues” Brandon said.

“What!!”

“Screaming Blue Mother Fuckers! It’s a mixed drink. Just about everything goes into one. Any how, this is Darla and Suzanne. Darla is mine. You can play with Suzanne for the evening. She’ll enjoy it.”

Suzanne was very attractive. A little on the talking side, ok, a lot on the talking side. Within 30 minutes Draco knew all about her. Where she was from, Knoxville, wherever that was, who she lived with, Darla, her ex-boyfriend, Joe, who was psychotic and that she was 19, in college, studying to be a fashion designer, what ever that meant.

Draco’s ears were bleeding. “Would you like to dance” asked Suzanne. Here was his chance to shut her up. What was Brandon thinking? They were only 15, they had dates, apparently that were much older. He was going to have to watch what he said. The girl didn’t seem to notice that he was young; it could have been the lighting in the bar.

Getting her on a dance floor was the best thing he could have done. She was a little shorter than he was, 5 feet 7 maybe, she had nice legs, Draco noticed. The swell of her bottom fit nicely into his hand. He pulled her in towards his chest. Her breasts were fuld rod round, they were pressing into him and he could see the rise in cleavage out of her small tank top. He licked his lips to keep them from drying out and Suzanne smiled. “So, you wanna get outta here?” she slurred. Draco leaned down and captured her mouth. She tasted like liquor; her tongue was smooth and inviting. Draco ran his tongue across her teeth, bit onto her bottom lip, slightly harder than he normally does. She moaned into his mouth, her body pressing up against his. Her fingers sliding up to wrap into his silky white-blonde hair. “Yeah”, he answered “Let’s go.” Suzanne picked up her right leg and dropped off her shoe, she slowly drug her foot up and down Draco’s shin. He was in Heaven. He just knew it.

Draco walked as comfortably as his erection would let him to Brandon, “Let’s go’, he said firmly.

“Where are we headed?”

“Someplace quiet, alone, gotta go now, come on or I am leaving without you.”

“That hot for you, huh?” Brandon grinned. “OK, Darla, baby, let’s go to your place.”

Darla gave Brandon a very strange look. She had the glazed eye look of a woman in her after-glow. “Yeah…” was all that she could spit out, sill staring at Brandon as if he had delivered the moon to her doorstep, wrapped.

Draco followed Brandon, who apparently knew the way.

Darla and Suzanne lived on campus at some sort of boarding school for older people. They called it a college. That was the second time Draco had heard that term. He would have to figure this out.

It was quaint, living area, dining area, bedroom and bathroom. Muggles don’t have chambers, Brandon whispered.

Muggles. Draco Malfoy, Prince of Slytherin, son of the aristocrat Lucius, was about to bang a muggle. Oh, sweet Merlin, father can never know about this.

Darla returned from the kitchen with a bottle of white wine, she did not bring any glasses. She sat down on the sofa and motioned for Brandon to sit on one side of her and then turned to Draco, “You can sit here, if you’d like” she said as she patted the empty side of the couch. Suzanne had disappeared so Draco took his place beside the girl. She was very nice looking. Green eyes, blond hair. Shapely. Draco noticed that Brandon had leaned over and captured the girl’s neck with his teeth. Darla’s head tilted back onto the sofa and her eyes rolled into the top of her head, she let out a long moan of ecstasy. Draco looked more closely at Brandon. His fangs were embedded in her vein; his lips closed tight around her neck, his eyes were on fire with…passion. Suzanne returned to the living area and Brandon released Darla. Darla’s eyes went back into that after-glow glaze. Draco realized this is what a person looks like after being fed from.

Suzanne was tinkering with an appliance that Draco had never seen before. She called it a DVD player. Then she turned on a television and pictures appeared on the screen. Draco was enchanted. There were people doing strange things on this television. What was this thing? Draco wondered if it was some sort of time-rip spell, he had seen his father perform these in order to spy on people in other places.

Brandon must have heard his brain singing questions, for Draco heard his voice in his head saying, ‘I’ll explain the television thing later. What you are watching is what muggles call porn. It people doing the dirty dead. Most interesting, really. Now, sit back and enjoy it’.

Suzanne started rubbing Draco’s inner thigh. Long strokes from the kneecap to the inside of this hip, Draco had calmed down a bit from being at the bar and settled in to enjoy this woman’s touch. She licked his face from his ear down to his chin. Draco turned his head and took possession of her lips. This was a naughty girl. Draco wanted to enjoy that. His hands started to stroke her breast through her tank, he could feel her nipples pebble and she let out a low moan that was music to Draco’s ears. Suzanne started to unbutton Draco’s shirt. His chest was hard from long hours of Quidditch practice and her ministrations were quickly getting to him. He heard Brandon give a very low chuckle, “you little minx” he said and Draco looked over to see Brandon with his pants around his ankles, Darla was bobbing her head up and down his shaft. It was erotic, seeing his boyhood friend being sucked off by a pretty little thing. Darla moaned onto his cock and reached down and unleashed her breast she began to rub them, moaning more loudly. Draco reached his hand down and took the mound into his palm, “Let me help you, darling, concentrate on his dick, I will please your tits. They are sensational. Draco felt Suzanne move down his body and settle her head between his thighs. He lifted his hip and helped her remove his pants and boxers. Suzanne took his cock into her hand and gave it a tight squeeze,havehave never seen anything so beautiful” she said as she began to lick the underside of his hardness. Kneading on Darla’s breast while Suzanne was diligently bobbing her head up and down was exciting. Brandon smiled at him, “Most pleasurable, would you not say?” Draco just moaned speech was lost on him. “Come here” Draco pulled Darla’s legs into his lap, positioned her where her sex was the correct height and latched on to her pussy. She was dripping wet. “Brandon, you’ve made her cunt ready, it’s hot and pulsing, very nice.” Brandon turned his body so that their train was somewhat more comfortable. “Yes, but poor Suzanne, no one to pleasure her…we need to do something about that, don’t we” Brandon drawled. “Turn around into a circle and I will eat that snatch, Suzy darling.”

It was a night of pure lust. Brandon drew blood from both the girls; they did not seem to mind or even notice. Brandon lay while Darla rode him, Draco on top of Suzanne, pounding into her with a forceful rhythm, Darla and Draco kissing and nuzzling each other and Brandon and Suzanne did the same.

“Fuck, Brandon, let her up, she has to turn over.”

Draco picked Suzanne up and placed her on all fours. From behind he started toying with her tight rim. Slowly, he entered her ass. She was so tight that he was certain he was the first to do this to her. “Relax, babe, it will be most pleasurable.” Brandon smiled, enjoying the show.

Brandon lay on the floor and wiggled himself underneath Suzanne. Draco was sheathed in her tight ass, and Brandon wanted a piece. He guided his dick into her wet center and filled her. Suzanne had never been so full. A man in her wet cunt and her ass was most filling. She began to moan and shout things like “Yes!” and “Fuck Me”. Darla was feeling a little left out. She sandwiched herself between Draco and Brandon on the ground and licked their balls while they pounded her friend.

It took several minutes, but the rubbing against Suzanne’s walls and the rubbing of Brandon and Draco’c cocks took there toll on the men. Darla had a hold of both boys’ balls, they were drawing up. She knew that they would cum any minute.

”Draco”, breathed Brandon, “Come closer to me.”

Draco leaned over as his longtime friend closed his lips tight around Draco’s and entered his mouth with the tenderest tongue Darco had ever experienced. Brandon broke the kiss. Stared dee Dra Draco’s eyes and then bit him, drawing blood from his friend. Draco had never felt such ecstasy. Visions of Brandon’s pleasure started pouring into Draco’s mind. Every stroke, every feeling, was intensified. Draco exploded in Suzanne’s ass. She was screaming with her own pleasure, but Draco didn’t care. He was coming down from the most perfect orgasm. Brandon pushed Draco and Suzanne aside, grabbed Darla by the wrist and growled, “Think we forgot about your tight snatch. No dear. I would never forget you.” He dove into her pussy and pounded away while Draco and Suzanne fell into a deep sleep.

Draco awoke the next morning at Snape Manor, unsure how he had gotten there.