The Privileges of Being a Prefect

Title:The Privileges of Being a Prefect
Rating:NC-17
Pairing:Hr/D/B
Summary:Roaming the halls late at night, Draco Malfoy stumbles upon something he was never meant to see.
Warnings:Angst, PWP, M/F, M/M/F, Slash, Anal, Bond, Oral, Rim,
Disclaimer:These characters are not mine, nor will they ever be. They belong to J.K. Rowling and no infringement is intended.
Author's Note:I was simply inspired.

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It was a quiet night, only the rustle of a few straggling ghosts to accompany Draco, that it happened.

His prefect duties called for him to prowl the corridors into the night, to be wary of any student that should be up to mischief that he would certainly have been up to hadn't he been patrolling the corridors at this very moment. Draco loved his prefect status because he was able to bully the younger students into doing his bidding but he despised it also because he no longer had the leisure time that would allow him to be doing..... other things.

"Aha!" he yelled, the door to Filch's broom cupboard springing open and two scampily clad students tearing off into the night. "I don't think so," he hissed "Immobilus!"

He walked over to the place on the stone floor where the two bodies had fallen, completely stationary. He grinned maliciously, seeing who were to be his next victims. He was not disappointed when he saw bushy brown hair, a scatter of disgusting freckles, and two scowls that could rival his own any day. Granger and the Weasel.

"Well, well, well," he said, circling them like a very ravenous hawk "Looks like you two are less prudish than I thought." He saw Granger's eyes light up. He knew they would have been narrowed in the utmost loathing if only she were able to do so. "I could turn you in to Flich but..." he paused here, weighing his choices "there are much more interesting ways to punish you." Both eyes widened, even through the enchanted restraints.

"Levitacorpus," Draco muttered, pointing his wand in the red-haired boy's direction and leading his form along the hall and down the stairs that led to the dungeons. Next he sidled up the Granger whose look of outrage had quickly turned to pure terror. He lifted her body as well and walked along with her.

"So that's where you're always off to when you're supposed to be doing prefect duties," he whispered into her ear as she floated eerily down the steps "fucking the Weasel in the dead of night and in a broom cupboard, no less. Don't get why you filthy Gryffindors can't just do it in your own blasted common rooms. No one in Slytherin cares if their best mate is being fucked while they do their homework. But then again, germs do spread faster among the badly bred."

They were now in the darkness of a hallway below the school that Draco had taken many times as a shortcut to his own dorms. Finding Weasley drifting somewhere near the end, looking as if he were about to be sick, Draco took his wand from his pocket once more and released Potter's two side-kicks with a simple flick, both landing with a loud thump.

As was expected, Granger began ranting at once.

"How dare you take us captive like this--" however her words were cut short.

"Silencio! Draco said, as Hermione continued to yell though thankfully, her shrieks could not be heard.

"But I'm not--" Ron started as well but Draco performed the same spell, Ron looking scandalized. Before either of them could think to reach for their wands, Draco summoned them and had both of the Gryffindors bound on the wall, arms and legs spread eagle.

Granger was trying with all of her might to remove herself from the binds and Draco chuckled. However, Weasley, he was surprised to see, simply looked bored.

I'll fix that, Draco thought, walking slowly toward the red-haired boy and smirking.

"What's with the long face, Weasley?" he asked, bending his head close. "Upset you didn't get to fuck your girlfriend?" He was not worried about people finding out at this point. Him, Blaise, and Theo were the only ones that knew about this passageway and by the time he was finished with these two, they would be in no hurry to divulge the things they had done down in this dark hallway.

Ron looked up at him and glared.

Thinking that perhaps this would be more fun if he could actually hear the duo's pleas for freedom, he placed another silencing charm around the enclosure instead and replenished their voices. As soon as the charm was lifted, Granger was back in action.

"You're going to be in so much trouble for this, Malfoy! This is kidnap, unfounded accusations, obstruction of property, and the bending of human will!" she ranted.

Draco laughed mercilessly. "You're forgetting rape."

Hermione gasped loudly so that it echoed around the deserted hallway and Ron finally looked up from his slump.

Ignoring this, Draco then moved from Ron to Hermione, taking her chin in his hand and lifting her to meet his cold gaze. His smile, giving a flash of teeth, promised wicked pleasures and pains that he could tell neither was prepared for. "It doesn't have to hurt," he whispered to Hermione "all you have to do is go along."

"Never!" she screeched, her chest rising and falling rapidly. It was only then that he realized she looked quite ravished from her and Weasley's recent tryst. Her robe was missing, her white undershirt almost entirely unbuttoned, her belt unbuckled, and her bushy hair even bushier than before, looking as though someone had had their hands in it. Draco couldn't help thinking that she looked very sexy this way.

What?" he thought, reprimanding himself. "Mudbloods are not sexy!

Composing himself, he smirked at her again and said "Fine, have it the hard way," as he slid his hand through her already ruffled hair and pushed his body to hers, letting his arousal make itself comfortable at her stomach. She made a little squeak of terror that only made Draco's cock twitch. He then saw that Weasley was looking at him with the utmost rage.

"Leave her alone!" he shouted.

Draco chuckled. "I'd like to see you make me." He continued to grind his hips into Hermione who was looking down at his crotch, eyes wide. He could tell that she was getting turned on because her breathing rate had increased ten-fold and her face was utterly flushed. He moved his hand from her hair to her heaving breast, detailed to the touch through the thin material of her Hogwarts's shirt. He was delighted when he felt her nipple harden under his fingers when he squeezed it. All the while, Ron's look of astonishment and hate turned to unbidden need. Draco saw that his trousers were tented and that he was looking at the both of them with longing in his eyes.

Keeping his waist attached firmly to Hermione's abdomen, he put his left hand on her other breast and she actually arched a little in the restraints. "You like that, Granger?" he asked huskily, continuing his rocking motion. Hermione remained stubborn. Apparently realizing her reaction to the situation, she became very still and closed her eyes as though willing all of it to go away. Draco would fix that.

He moved his hands slowly from her breasts to the zipper of her skirt. He moved his fingers beneath the waistband and watched Granger's body come to life again. She practically writhed as he unzipped her skirt, falling to the floor and exposing the fact that Weasley had already managed to remove her knickers. He rubbed her thighs tantalizingly. He wanted her to beg.

He kneeled down on the stone floor, kissing his way up her calf and then back down again. When he reached her inner thigh, Hermione began to moan. Draco smiled above her skin. After he reached the top of her left thigh, he stopped. He was right at her cunt, the little mound of curly brown hair right in his face. He smelled deeply, loving Granger's unique scent that reminded him faintly of the citrus in his mother's garden. Placing himself all the way beneath her, he slowly took a lick at her outer lips.

"Please," she whispered. That was all it took. Draco spread her pussy lips and hungrily devoured her folds, first licking the sides, then delving into her unimaginable wetness, and finally turning his attention to her clit. The little nub was very red and pulsing slightly as he breathed on it, all of this drawing little grunts out of Hermione that were making his trousers uncomfortably tight. He licked it slowly at first, in small circles. however, when Hermione's hips began to buck up against her invisible bounds, he took the whole thing into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue as fast as he could, finally sucking on it earnestly until he felt the girl that he had hated for so long become putty in his mouth. He eagerly licked up her release and heaved himself from the ground.

Hermione seemed to still be basking in her release but when Draco leaned over to kiss her full on the mouth, something he had not been planning on doing that night, she seemed to come to herself. She wrenched herself away from Draco, some of her own cum dripping from her full bottom lip.

"I hate you," she said, glaring at the blonde boy with all her might.

"Ah, but I beg to differ, Mudblood," he said with a smirk. Then she spit on him. He smiled unpleasantly as he licked the saliva that had hit his cheek away. He then noticed that Weasley was whimpering. His red hair was a mess from moving his head back and forth across the wall and his lip looked as though it had been bitten into repeatedly as though to stop himself from moaning while he watched his girlfriend being taken by his enemy.

Leaving a disgruntled looking Granger behind, Draco walked over to the red-head, lips hovering only centimeters away from Ron's own before he punched him heavily in the stomach. Ron grunted in pain and Hermione screamed. Draco pulled Ron up as far as he would reach by the shirt tail and looked into his liquid blue eyes.

"You want me too, you little fag?" Ron shuddered. "Then you're going to get me," Draco said as he Evanesco'd his pants away while ripping Ron's off at the same time. He saw his dirty underwear and almost gagged. He knew this would be awful but it would be worth it to see the defiled look on Weasley's face when he was through.

Without any pretense, Draco ripped the underwear also and positioned himself at the red-head's entrance, pushing his cock in to the hilt. Ron cried out but Draco continued. He would slide out and then slide all the way back in. The friction was terrible what with no lubrication whatsoever but the pressure in his balls and the pained expression on Weasley's face made it completely worth it. About five minutes into the shagging, Potter's accomplice seemed to become accustomed to the intrusion and actually began to buck up against Draco's cock.

Now this was not supposed to happen. The Weasel-bee was supposed to be in absolute agony right now, not begging for more! In response to Ron's moans, increasing in volume with every thrust, Draco sped up his ministrations, trying to break the poor boy. However, his attempt was futile as the boy only shuddered beneath him. In fact, there was too much shuddering going on. Definitely too much to be normal. Ron was shaking so terribly that Draco's cock slipped out of him before he had a chance to come.

"What the fuck?" Draco said, wondering if perhaps the boy had some sort of condition and was having a seizure. Hermione looked terrified.

Wringing his hands, Draco watched as Weasley's nose shortened, his feet sank in, his skin darkened, and his short red hair fell in his indigo eyes, long and curly brown. Draco almost fainted as Blaise Zabini looked up at him, Gryffindor tie still in place and cock still out. Though Draco couldn't help but notice how much longer it was than Weasley's.

Blaise smirked as Draco remained silent. "You didn't think that Weasley would really remain that quiet while you tongue-fucked his girlfriend, did you? Hell, the guy has a hissy fit anytime you're within a ten foot radius," the dark-haired boy said, laughing.

Draco's shock lasted only a minute more as he turned to Hermione who put down her head at his gaze. The bitch knew!

Eyes still fixed on Granger, Draco asked "You and Granger? A fucking Mudblood?"

"You don't seem to have a problem with it," Blaise said.

"I found this bint out of bed. She needed punished," said Draco, silver eyes glinting.

"She's not a bint, Draco," Blaise said calmly sighing. He turned his head to Granger and looked her up and down. If he hadn't seem her flushed and sweaty face, he would have thought she was shivering.

Draco seemed to assess the situation. Blaise was his friend. Surely, he could let him go from the restraints. But he's also been fucking Granger. God knows where his loyalties lie, said a small voice in Draco's head. Blaise seemed to catch on.

"I'm not going to turn you in for this, Draco," Blaise said, smiling slightly. Draco sighed in relief. For the second time that night, Hermione gasped very loudly.

"Blaise!" she reprimanded. "Draco just raped me! You're not going to do anything about this?" She sounded hysterical.

Blaise only smirked at her. "Love, in order for it to be rape, you have to actually resist." Hermione blushed.

Coming to a decision, Draco finally lifted Blaise's bonds. Blaise stretched out a bit from the undeniably uncomfortable position that the wall had placed him in. He moved to put his pants back on over his erection that Draco noticed, interestedly, had still not subsided. Wand still on the boy, he motioned for him to sit down.

"Tell me, my dearest Blaise, how did this happen?"

Shivering against the cold stone on his arse, Blaise looked at him, mischief in his eyes. "How did what happen?"

Draco sighed. "How did you and Granger begin fucking like rabbits in broom closets, you disguised as her very disgusting best friend?"

Blaise snickered. "Well, I wouldn't want you to be blunt, Draco." Draco scowled. "We've actually been going out since the end of sixth year," Blaise said, turning serious.

"WHAT?" Draco shouted. He was sure that this had been a one time thing.

"Well," Blaise said, unfazed by his friends reaction, "Hermione and her friends have been recruiting members into the Order of the Phoenix for quite some time now." Draco lay back on his hands. He knew this bit of information already. "When the news reached my mother, she was off to headquarters immediately." Now Draco looked confused. "She was scared, Drake. With my father killed by Voldemort for his treachery, my mother was in danger. She had nowhere else to turn."

"So you're fighting for Potter and his lot now," Draco said disgustedly. It was not a question.

"Yes," Blaise answered blankly. "I'm only telling this to you because I trust you, Draco. I know that you won't tell anyone."

Draco planned to tell him that he would tell Voldemort himself and have Blaise killed immediately for associating with these type but with the look of sincerity and trust in Blaise's indigo eyes, he simply said "You know I won't." Blaise smiled but Hermione seemed surprised by this pronouncement.

"You're actually going to let him go?" she said in bewilderment.

"Yes, Granger, it's called Slytherin loyalty," Draco said.

She snorted. "Typical."

"So anyway," Blaise said, trying once more to capture the blonde's attention, "Living at headquarters, I got to know Hermione a lot better. She was skeptical of me at first because I was a Slytherin but I eventually earned her trust. We began forging a sexual relationship around that time."

Hermione laughed from the wall. "More like you threw me up against the wall the second I told you I trusted you."

Blaise smiled at her. "I had needed you for so long." Hermione blushed again.

Draco was sick of this mushy shit. "So, what's with Weasley? Why did you feel the need to become him to shag Granger? Not satisfied unless that pig is fucking you?" he directed this last question to Hermione. She smiled sarcastically.

"Well, that part's simple enough," Blaise continued, "if anyone found us together, we wouldn't want them to know who it was. Voldemort still believes that I'm on his side. What do you think he'd say if Granger and I were caught snogging?"

"Probably that you were doing more than snogging," Draco laughed.

Blaise, apparently feeling satisfied with his story, sat up and tried putting his pants on again. However, Draco stopped him once more.

"What exactly makes you think that just because you turned out not to be Weasley that I'm done with you?" he said.

Blaise smirked and Hermione looked utterly startled when Draco released her from her bonds, falling to the ground in a heap, trying desperately to cover herself.

"Don't cover yourself up, love," Blaise said soothingly as he held his hand out to her. "You're beautiful."

"B--but, what about Malfoy?" she muttered under her breath so that only Blaise could hear.

Blaise sat next to her for a moment, rubbing her bare legs comfortingly. "Do you find him attractive?" Blaise asked, whispering also.

Hermione's brows rose. "What?" she said as quietly as possible.

"Come on love, both of us are very aroused right now and Draco's offering," Blaise said, nuzzling her neck. Hermione couldn't believe her ears.

"You--you mean you like what he was doing to you before?" she asked, dreading the answer.

Before Blaise could say anything however, Draco was on top of her. "You talk too much," he growled as he attached his lips to her. She tried to gasp but this didn't deter him in the slightest. On the contrary, Draco slipped his tongue into her mouth and probed her lifeless one until she began to react.

She then felt Blaise behind her, pushing her hair aside to slowly lick at her collar bone. Draco unlatched himself to look at Hermione. He could tell she was scared but she was definitely aroused. He could see that her thighs were already completely wet from her juices. She looked as if she was about to say something but Draco shushed her with his finger on her lips and began to unbutton his shirt with the other. As Draco did this, Blaise's hand slid around to toy with her newly exposed nipple, eventually letting his mouth slide down to one. Draco, taking his lead. latched onto the other. With this new sensation, Hermione moaned uncontrollably.

Soon, she was on her back, the boys still lapping at her until Draco had the courage to venture further. Putting his pale hand on her wet little mound, he began kissing down from her breast and onto her stomach. She shivered as Blaise grabbed her neglected breast, watching Draco with hunger.

When Draco reached her pussy, he gathered as much juice as he could from her opening with his fingers, which wasn't exactly hard considering how wet she was. He then rubbed the juices all over his pulsing cock, the head gleaming in the dim light of the hallway. Hermione looked at it and began to slowly back away. Blaise's cock fit into her easily, very long with an average width. Draco's cock however seemed to be double the width of Blaise's and she wasn't sure that she could handle it.

Blaise saw her backward motion and whispered something into her ear that sounded faintly like Italian. Hermione gulped as she hesitantly slipped back into place. Draco took this as cue to push himself inside of her. Gods was she tight! If he didn't know any better, he would have said that she was a virgin. He pumped her slowly as she gritted her teeth in pain. Slowly, however, her gasps of pain became gasps of pleasure. She began bucking up to meet his cock in earnest.

Blaise could take no more of this. "Lubricatious," he whispered, lubricating his cock entirely. Kissing Hermione on the mouth as she was being fucked by his best friend, he moved around to the other side of the floor.

Draco's gaze followed his slick erection as he moved behind him and nearly pulled out. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Draco asked, sounding a bit scared for the first time that night.

Blaise smirked as he settled himself behind Draco on his knees. "You've already been inside me, Draco, why shouldn't you get the best of both worlds as well?"

Draco gulped as he looked at Blaise's very long cock. He had to admit that he was very aroused right now but he didn't know if that merited another bloke to be inside him. Sure, he was fine with sharing Hermione as she was Blaise's girlfriend after all, but this was just going too far.

"I don't know Blaise," Draco said, still pushing tentatively into Hermione as she watched them.

"Come on, Draco, I promise you that it will feel good," Blaise said, taking the blond's shoulder into his hands and rubbing gently. That seemed to relax Draco a bit. Then, he rubbed all along Draco's back until he found the two orbs, pink from sitting on the stone floor. Draco tensed.

"I don't want to do it," Draco said like a five year old being forced to go to kindergarten.

That only made Blaise want to slide into Draco's heat even more. "Fine," he said, opening Draco's checks wide and delving his tongue into Draco's entrance. The blond stilled and Blaise heard Hermione moan in frustration.

Blaise continued to lick, circling the puckered hole and then delving his tongue back in again. The taste wasn't really that bad, he concluded.

After a while, Draco began to relax again and began pushing back on Blaise's probing tongue. Soon, he was begging to it. "Please, Blaise," he said, sounding surprised at his own need.

Blaise smiled between Draco's cheeks. "My pleasure." Blaise positioned his still lubricated prick at Draco's now red hole and, while continuing to massage Draco's back, he plunged forward.

For Hermione, the sensation was wonderful. To have Draco plunge into her even harder than before with the added force of Blaise inside of him was pure bliss. She also wasn't entirely upset that Draco was allowing this to happen. She found the sight of her boyfriend, dark hair in his lust filled eyes to be plunging into the blond before her as he made the most exquisite sounds, very hot indeed.

It was only a short time later, their rhythm unmarred by the closeness of orgasm, that Hermione writhed, her wet walls squeezing Draco's cock, Draco's walls squeezing Blaise's that they came, in unison. Hard.

Draco then collapsed onto Hermione, Blaise onto him and they all just lay there until Hermione reminded them that, no matter how much she wanted to stay like this, two full grown men on top of her was a bit uncomfortable.

And with all of their clothing back in place, Blaise took Hermione hand and led her back to Gryffindor tower.

"I've got to stop skiving my prefect duties more often," Draco voiced with a smile as he walked with a slight limp up to his dorms.

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END

A/N: So, that was my first ever one-shot. Please tell me what you think!