Submission

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter. I own the humiliation and my imagination that thought all this up.

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In an empty room on the third floor, three Gryffindors, two boys and a girl, sat together whispering and making sure they were not being watched. One of them, very well known in the Wizarding-World, was the famous Harry Potter. The other two were not as famous, but the red-haired young man part of a very old Pure-Blood Family, the youngest man in the Weasly family. And lastly the brains and the heroine: Hermione Granger.

The three of them were plotting, this time for real. Their plan to revenge themselves on a certain young man who believes himself to be the best. A certain Slytherin with fair hair and body. Humiliating them in Potions Class was one thing, but to humiliate them for their parentage was another.

And they were going to make sure he was going to flinch every time they made so much as a glance at him.

And it just so happens that he was walking by.

Hermione, being the best at non-verbal spells, casted the stunning spell.

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Draco Malfoy was walking down the corridors on the third floor, musing on how tight the Ravenclaw third-year’s ass looked and smirked. He passed the portrait of an idiot wizard trying to train Trolls for the ballet when everything went black.

A door opened in he previously blank wall, revealing two young men, one with messy black hair and the other with course red, looking for anyone watching the two took hold of the unconscious Draco and disappeared into the Room of Requirement once again.

Upon entering the room, you see that is nothing more ordinary than a simple dungeon with a comfortable-looking bed and a table of cruel looking instruments. Sitting upon the bed was the brown haired girl. Upon sight of the unmoving boy that humiliated them so much, the corners of her lips curled to a cruel sneer, “Strip him.”

With equally cruel grins, the two began to pull Malfoy’s cloak away, removing his tunic, vest, shirt. Ron unzipped his pants, tossing his socks and shoes away. Finally they had Draco’s clothes laying on the floor as Hermione casted another spell to tie immobilize the use of his limbs. “Oh, Hermione, look it this, he’s’ even wearing green and silver boxers,” sneered Harry as he gazed down on the young man that they were going to humiliate.

“Well, we can always change to a more,” began Ron as he pulled out his wand. Hermione whipped out her own faster however, “Suitable colors.” With an unincanted spell, she change the green silver underpants into a red and golden thong. With a grunt, they propped the slowly waking Malfoy into a chair.

“Ohhh Maaalfoy,” purred Hermione as she tapped her wand on his bare and pale chest, sliding it across his skin and pressing it against his nipple. In the air, it seemed to harden at once, drawing a low moan from his lips. “Come on now, wake up Draco,” said Harry quietly.

Suddenly the previously closed eyes opened, first portraying groggy confusion.

Slowly that confusion turned to grasping his surroundings.

Then he saw the three last people he’d wish to meet in the dungeon.

Alone.

After recognition, it was horror.

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“What the hell are doing? Let me go,” were the first words out of his mouth, as he looked wildly around in horror. Malfoy could feel the goose bumps crawling on his skin as he realized that he was no longer in his clothing; clad in only his…wait…he didn’t wear Gryffindor colors! He glowered at them noting the bit of satisfaction at his predicament on their faces.

Malfoy turned his head slightly to look at the said dungeon. It was nothing of anything he knew of. It was looked comfortable and well stocked with unusual…toys. He swallowed a bit of bile that threatened to choke his throat, “Okay, this isn’t funny. Let me go.”

“Oh no,” purred Hermione sweetly as he picked up a wand that he recognized. It was his wand; ten inches of hawthorn wood with a unicorn hair as its core. A chill ran down his spine as he felt her press it against his chest, caressing a nipple, which was now surprisingly hard. “Not after what you pulled off back in Potions and those insults after class, Malfoy.”

“So why now?! I’ve called you a mudblood dozens of times before! Why now-” His sentence was cut short as she jabbed at his ribs with his own wand, causing his eyes to water in pain. Hermione smirked as she slid a smooth hand down onto his boxers, opening the slit slightly to reveal his shriveled and limp manhood.

He swallowed again as she lifted it’s head slightly, pulling back it’s foreskin as she lowered her head. Malfoy understood what she was doing at once, his horrified smile turning into a smirk, “Is that all? You’re going to-”
For the second time his sentence was cut short as he felt a strange sensation in his buttocks. He grunt in pain as the sensation soon became unwelcome, even as waves of pleasure from Hermione’s bobbing head sent blood flowing into his slowly extending penis. The sensation stopped, but it stung as Hermione lifted her head to face Malfoy with a horrible smile on her face. Looking down he realized that the sensation was in fact his own wand violating his anus.

“Scourify.”

The cleaning spell left his rectum raw as the shit disappeared; his lungs were stinging as he whimpered in pain. I didn’t deserve this…oh no…please- Another scream left his lungs gasping for air as she removed it slowly as painfully from his insides. A bit of blood flowed from the upper half of the wand as she held it in front of him, smelling like the shit from last night’s crapper.

“I’d say you were a ten incher, anyone want a bet?” smirked Ron as he eyed the semi-hard prick between Malfoy’s legs. Harry chuckled evilly, “Twenty sickles it get bigger.” Hermione held up the wand with a smile, her hand massaging Malfoy’s cock slowly, drawing a low moan from the Slytherin.

“50 galleons he blacks out,” she said as she held the tip of the wand between Malfoy’s lips. Malfoy opened his eyes just in time to hear Hermione cast a growing spell and plunge his wand into his head’s lips.

A fresh howl of pain left his lungs raw as she casted yet another, with Weasly and Potter joining in. His eyes pressed shut from the overwhelming pain of his growing cock swallowing his wand he could hear his tormentors laugh distantly away.

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Harry smirked as he pulled an unconscious Draco Malfoy from the chair, Ron next to him as he positioned the unfortunate Slytherin upon his own 11 inches of man meat. Harry grinned in anticipation, though he generally was not a sadistic man, revenge was certainly of the things he intended to get. “Ready Hermione?” he asked as he positioned the slightly bloody anus above his own bloated head.

“Almost,” she replied, as she made sure the hawthorn wand was securely snug inside Draco’s near 14 inches of hard meat. When their victim wakes up, he is going to be in horrible pain from his own wand, oh how she’ll relish the fear and pain from his face when she points his wand and says, “Everenate.”

Malfoy’s eyes fluttered before finding himself gazing into Hermione’s eyes. He averted them, only to see her full breasts and his swollen penis. Realization brought forth a torrent of agonizing pain into cranium, just as Harry began lowering him down. A gasp of comprehension alerted Harry that Draco was indeed vainly trying to stop him; not that he could do anything as his body was immobilized by three direct spells from him, Ron and Hermione. He grinned in pleasure as the tip of his head slowly forced it’s way into Malfoy’s raw behind,

Muffled cries for Harry to stop fell on deaf ears as the entire head slid inside, causing more blood to well up inside his asshole. “No more,” pleaded Draco as he tried to struggle, “No…pull it out! Ughhh!”

His gasps of pain became moans as seven inches of meat soon found itself inside the warm and clean haven that was Draco’s ass. “You’re pretty warm inside here Draco,” whispered Harry seductively as Hermione straddled their unfortunate enemy’s chest, jerking his swollen and unnaturally large manhood with her breasts. Moans of protest soon subsided into whimpered of denial.

The Boy Who Lived grinned in satisfaction as Malfoy began to submit to them, he himself made sure that Draco would continue to do so. Slowly he began to work his way in, pulling it out slightly before plunging it back in, enlarging the unexplored depths and stretching the muscles unused to having such a large and flexible object inside it.

Instinctively Malfoy clenched his buttocks, earning him a low moan from Harry as they got comfortable. Unable to use his hands or legs, Malfoy simply did nothing but whimper in hateful pleasure as his ass was violated. “Oy, quit whimpering and do some work with that mouth of yours.”

His eyes flashed open at the insolent sound of Ron Weasly. His eyes soon became horrified at the size of Ron’s nearly 15 inches of pure manliness. “Shocked eh?” scoffed the red-haired Weasly with a smirk, “Betcha my blood purer than yours. Now suck.”

“You can’t be serious you damn blood traitor,” said Malfoy through clenched teeth, he winced as Harry began to slid his prick further into his even more unexplored confines of his ass, “You won’t get away with this Potter! None of you!” His cries were muffled as soon as his mouth opened however as Ron took the opportunity to stuff that luscious speaking hole with his cock.

Malfoy’s eyes were now glazed with oncoming tears of humiliation and fear as he chocked on the mass that slid down into his throat.

Silently he mentally screamed.

In pain.

In terror.

And best of all, guilty pleasure.