The Malfoy Chronicles: A Witch in Time

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Tobias and Draca threatened to hex anyone who came near them as they decided the best way to deal with James. With no counter-curse for his particular ailment, the only way to relieve his pain was to make him comfortable. So they decided to take him back up to his bed to rest for a few hours. Tobias helped James up the stairs, ignoring his freely-bleeding nose, with Draca covering the rear to make sure no one followed them. Once they had disappeared with James, most everyone in the house turned on Sirius.

“That was cowardly and despicable, Sirius.” Molly snapped. “Even if they are allowed to use magic, they are still boys!” she was livid. He had used a nasty trick to take down a half-human, and had broken Tobias’ nose.

“What’s next, Sirius? Are you going to slip raw Wolfsbane into my morning coffee?” Remus asked softly. Despite being used as an ingredient in the ever-helpful Wolfsbane Potion, should a lycanthrope ingest raw Wolfsbane, it would go into irreversible seizures that would increase in intensity until the creature broke its own neck.

“Remmie…I would never…” Sirius said. He looked around, taking in the looks of contempt the members of the Order were sending him. His gaze rested on Harry, who was frowning deeply.

“That was pretty low, Sirius.” Harry said, and then grazed past his godfather to go upstairs to check on James.
Tobias was standing in front of the door of the room that James, Harry, and Ron shared. He was holding a white handkerchief to his nose to try to stem the bleeding, and his wand was held tight in the other hand.

“You should have that looked at…” Harry said softly, noticing that the white fabric was rapidly turning red.

“I will as soon as I know my friend is all right. He would do the same for me.” Tobias said, his voice muffled by the handkerchief.

“Do you think he’d mind if I went in to see him?” Harry asked, running his hand through his hair nervously. Tobias smirked under the cover of his handkerchief. James did the exact same thing…

“No. You can go in…” Tobias said, and stepped aside. Harry opened the door gingerly, and stepped inside. Draca’s head snapped up, but she relaxed when she saw it was Harry.

Draca had settled James down on the bed, and was at present taking off his shoes. Harry thought it odd that she was ungrudgingly doing such a submissive act, as he had never known his school rival, who was a Malfoy as well, to ever be so meek as to touch someone’s feet.

Draca gently slipped a sleeping mask from her pocket.

“I’m going to put this mask over your eyes. It’s a cooling mask, and it keeps my eyes from getting puffy even if I don’t get a lot of sleep. I’ll cast an extra cooling charm over it, and maybe that will help.” She said, speaking in a soft voice to James.

James was still whimpering, and Harry could see that he was literally shaking with pain. He was suddenly glad he hadn’t taken Sirius’ advice to use that spell during the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Krum had used it, and caused the dragon great pain…but to see it in action with James was indescribable…

James had his eyes screwed shut from the throbbing agony of the curse, and Harry could see a few long, angry red scratches across his face where he must have scratched at his eyes to attempt to relieve the pain.

Upon Draca’s gentle order, James tilted his head up so that Draca could slide the eye mask’s elastic band across the back of his head. Once the mask was in place, Harry heard a groan of relief from James. Apparently the cold helped.

“Oh…sweet Merlin…what would I do without you, Draca?” he asked, relaxing against the pillows Draca had propped under him.

“Be extremely uncomfortable for hours.” She said, and leaned down to kiss the tip of his nose. Harry saw James’ nose twitch, and grinned.

“Someone else is in here…” James said, his nose twitching again.

“It’s your dad.” Draca said, and conjured up a simple chair beside the bed to sit with James.

“Hullo, mate.” Harry said. “I’m sorry about that. Sirius should never have done that…it was a dirty trick.” Harry said. James gave a weak smile. “I just wanted to make sure you were in one piece. I’ll go back downstairs now…” Harry said, and went back to the door.

“Thanks, dad.” James said. Harry turned back briefly.

“You’re welcome…son.” He said, and gently closed the door behind him. He turned to look at Tobias, whose handkerchief was completely stained with blood. “You look like Hell, mate…” Harry said softly.

Tobias’ face was even paler than usual, and he was actually trembling from loss of blood. The older youth looked at him, and took a deep, shuddering breath.

“Is J-James okay?” Tobias asked, tucking his wand into his pocket. Harry nodded, his dark eyebrows beginning to crease slightly.

“You should come downstairs and let Mrs. Weasley look after that…” he said, gesturing to the handkerchief. The once-white piece of cloth was now stained entirely crimson, and limp with the amount of blood that had soaked into it. Tobias’ hand was stained with drying blood from holding the offending cloth. Tobias nodded mutely, and immediately wished he hadn’t.

Agony flared from moving his broken face, and he became dizzy with pain. He swayed on his feet, and became aware of Harry lifting his arm over his shoulder to support him.

Harry tried to help Tobias down the stairs. Tobias was rather heavy, and Harry was sagging under the extra weight. The hand that had been holding the handkerchief to his face lowered limply, and Harry looked over to see blood still oozing gently from Tobias’ nostrils. He was going to bleed out if something wasn’t done.

It was hard to maneuver the steadily weakening young Snape. Tobias’ feet stopped working at about the last step, and when they stepped onto the level ground Tobias tripped, taking Harry down with him with a heavy thud. Harry could hear heated voices coming from the kitchen.

“Oi! Can I get some help in here?!” he cried out. The door to the kitchen opened, and Remus gasped softly when he saw the two on the ground, his nostrils flaring when he caught the scent of copious amounts of blood.

“Molly!” Remus called, stepping back from the doorway with his sleeve over his nose. Molly came through the door as Harry managed to get Tobias back on his feet. Molly made an angry sound in the back of her throat, and rushed forward to help Harry with his burden. The two of them led Tobias to the sofa, and Molly lifted his chin to tilt his head back.

“Let’s see…bone-mending charm…” she murmured a short spell, and Tobias’ nose felt worlds better. He was vaguely aware that the blood had stopped, but that didn’t make him any less weak or dizzy. “I’m afraid we don’t have any blood-replenishing potion on hand. But you sit tight and I’ll get you something sweet to boost your blood sugar.” She said, and gently pushed some of Tobias’ hair away from his face.

A few minutes later Molly was practically force-feeding cookies and cool cocoa to Tobias. He was finally able to convince her that he felt better after about the sixth cookie. A few of the other Order members had leaked out of the kitchen to see if the teenager was okay.

The peace was ruined when Severus Snape burst through the kitchen door, his Death Eater robes billowing behind him, his mask in his hand.

“Is Dumbledore here?” he asked impatiently, and his gaze fell on Tobias, whose face was still streaked with rapidly drying blood. He really looked a sight. “What the hell…” he murmured.

“Well…when we first started making the cookies everything was fine, but when we added the chocolate chips things started to go downhill…” he said, looking quite grave. All eyes were on him, an awkward silence hanging thickly in the air. “Sarcasm….” He said softly, and took a sip of his cocoa.

Molly frowned. “Dumbledore won’t be here until tonight, Severus. Is everything all right?” she asked, looking quite nervous, her eyes flitting to the mask in his hand.

“No! Those little time-travelling idiots just had to land in the middle of Death Eaters!” he snapped, his ire increasing. “The Dark Lord knows they’re here, and I had to tell Him who they are!” he added, scowling at Tobias.

“And?” Tobias asked, looking at his father warily.

“And….” Severus started, suddenly looking forlornly at Tobias. “He wants me to bring you with me to the next Meeting…”

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James had managed to fall into a light sleep. Draca had taken it upon herself to gently rub James’ palm until he was calm enough to nap. Once he had fallen asleep, she thought it her duty to climb up onto the bed beside him, snuggling into his side.

James woke with deep warmth on one side of him. His eyes were tingling, but no longer were they throbbing and hurting. He slipped the eye mask off, and very nearly groaned when he looked down. Draca’s green hair was spilling over his stomach, and her hands were fisted in his robes. He shifted slightly, and realized that one of her legs was draped over him, her knee gently grazing a painfully sensitive spot. He felt his cock twitch to life when she moved her leg, caressing his crotch. James gave a strangled groan, waking Draca.

“James?” she asked groggily, sitting up slightly. James felt his cheeks practically flame up as she almost immediately spotted his prominent erection tenting his loose-fitting pants, and looked up at him in wonder. “Are…are you okay?” she asked, her own cheeks coloring slightly.

“P-peachy…” he stuttered. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Draca noted that James’ eyes looked slightly red, as if he had cried for a long time.

“Can…can I see it?” she asked suddenly. James’ eyes widened, and he felt his cock twitch again. It was like the little bugger was trying to nod…

“See…what?” he asked stupidly, his blush spreading to the tips of his pointed ears.

She nodded to the tent in his pants. “You know…that. I’ve never seen….one of those.” She said softly. James swallowed hard.

“If…if you really want to…” he whispered. Trembling hands rested on the fasten of his pants, and he carefully undid the button, and lowered the zipper, freeing his cock from its clothy confines. He heard Draca gasp softly. He was painfully hard, and his cock was already beginning to weep with need.

“Does it hurt?” she asked, mesmerized by the turgid flesh.

“If I don’t…er…take c-care of it…” he said, mortified that he was having this conversation.

“You mean…wank?” She inquired, cocking her head slightly.

“That’s…that’s one way to…to…er…yeah.” He said softly.

“Can I watch?”

The question was innocent enough, but James almost came right there. His best friend, his secret crush, was asking him if she could watch him play with his bits. If ever there were an awkwardly erotic experience to be had, surely this was it.

“If you want…” he said softly. She laid her head back against his chest, and he nervously wrapped one arm around her, his other snaking down to grasp the firm flesh. A soft growl rose in his throat.

Draca looked up at his face, but he had already closed his eyes. She looked back down, and watched as he began to move his hand up and down his cock. She studied his movements, watching as his thumb brushed over the plush tip. She felt an urgent heat pooling between her legs, and had the sudden urge to touch herself. Would James be upset if she relieved the soft throbbing of her own sex?

James’ nose twitched, and he very nearly flipped Draca underneath him and took her there. She was aroused, and he could smell it very clearly, and oh fuck did her hand just disappear underneath her skirt?

“Are you…” he grunted softly, squeezing the base of his cock to fight off orgasm for a moment so he could regain composure. “Are you t-touching yourself?” he asked. The arm that was wrapped around her shifted, and he lifted her skirt, glancing down. She was wearing pink cotton knickers, and her had was indeed down the front of the little things.

“I’m sorry…” she said, and started to pull her hand back.

“Don’t stop on my account…might as well g-get a good toss on my behalf…” he said good-naturedly. She blushed hotly, and resumed her innocent touches when his hand started moving again. James knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, and his movements became jerkier, and slightly desperate.

Draca felt him rumbling underneath her, and could only assume that meant he was reaching a fever pitch. She glanced up to see his lip curl back off of his fangs, revealing the deadly teeth. Draca’s fingers began to work even harder against her clit, rubbing furiously as she glanced between James’ face and his cock.

James’ senses were literally tingling as the pretty young female next to him pleasure herself. He could smell her arousal, hear her breathy gasps, and see that she was very clearly about to go over the edge herself.

He felt her muscles tensing in preparation, and his eyes closed again. Draca watched, completely enraptured, as James threw his head back, fangs bared, and came with a deep, animalistic growl. She looked down to see the thick white cum spurting from his cock, and fell over the edge herself.

“James!” she gasped, rubbing herself through an earth-shattering orgasm. They both panted through the rest of their climax, and when Draca was through, she withdrew her hand from her knickers and snuggled tightly against James’ side.

James gently tucked himself away, spent, and wrapped his tail around the little witch’s leg. Something began to nibble at the back of his mind, and he finally turned to her.

“Did…did you say my name when you…er…came?” he asked, feeling something else entirely nibbling at his heart.

“Yes. Why? Are you upset?” she asked nervously.

“What? Voldemort’s nipple, no!” he said, and laughed. “I just…that was really hot…” he said, and buried his face into her green hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo.

“It was. We should do it again sometime…”
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