How Slytherins Thank Their Heroes
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Adult +
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How Slytherins Thank Their Hero's
Harry pulled his invisibility cloak over his head and made his way through the throngs of celebrating Gryffindors. He supposed that he should really stay and join in; Voldemort was finally defeated and the war was at an end. But somehow, despite having fulfilled the prophecy and achieved his destiny, Harry just felt empty.
He watched Ron and Hermione who, under the effects of Firewhisky, had finally shed their inhibitions and were busily snogging each other senseless. His eyes then trailed over to where Ginny stood talking to Colin Creevey. Despite his original plan to get back with her once he had defeated Voldemort, Harry now had no desire to do so. He was 17 years old, and he was finally free. The last thing he wanted was to tie himself down to a girlfriend whom he knew was expecting marriage and babies within a few short years.
Harry clambered through the portrait hole and didn’t look back. He needed to be alone to think, to work out what he wanted, what he was going to do now that he had a future to plan for. He headed along the seventh floor corridor, making for the Room of Requirement.
As he paused in front of the blank wall and thought about what he wanted to find, he was startled to see the door appear before his eyes. Looking around quickly to see if anyone was around, he shed his cloak and tentatively pushed the door open.
Whatever it was he expected to find on entering the room, it is safe to say, that it was certainly not what he found.
Seated in stately leather wingback chair, in front of a roaring fire, was Draco Malfoy. This alone was enough to startle Harry, but as he looked closer he noticed that the blonde’s shirt was undone, revealing a smooth toned chest, and he was naked from the waist down. Kneeling between his feet was Pansy Parkinson, and the dark-haired girl’s head was currently buried in Malfoy’s lap.
Looking up and spotting the Gryffindor, Malfoy smirked.
“Potter,” he acknowledged, as if being caught like this was an everyday occurrence. “Come in, if you’re going to.”
Pansy attempted to look up at this, but Malfoy’s hand clamped to the back of her head and stilled her movement. “It’s only Potter, Pansy. Don’t stop.”
Stunned by what he was witnessing, Harry stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He gulped nervously as he turned back to face the Slytherin couple, but he could feel his pulse racing, and blood was pumping to certain parts of his anatomy.
“So, why isn’t the Saviour busy celebrating with his Gryffindor fan-club?” The familiar drawl that normally set Harry’s nerves on edge, now affected him for an entirely different reason.
“Wasn’t in the mood,” Harry mumbled, marvelling at the irony that the first time he had managed to have a civilised conversation with Malfoy; it was while the blonde was being sucked off by one of their classmates.
“So what are you in the mood for exactly?” The meaning behind Malfoy’s words was obvious, as was the way the boy ran his eyes over Harry’s body, before lingering on his now noticeable erection.
“I-I should go,” Harry stammered, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.
“You could,” Malfoy mused. “But I don’t think you want to. I think you want to stay.”
“And why would I want that, Malfoy,” Harry spat, unable to keep himself from biting.
“I’m not sure yet,” the blond admitted. “But why don’t you come over here and let Pansy show you how Slytherins say thank you to our hero’s.”
“I’m your hero, Malfoy?” Harry questioned, as his body began automatically moving closer to the chair.
“That remains to be seen.” There was a definite leer in the boy’s voice as Malfoy grabbed hold of Pansy’s hair and pulled her hair back.
“Pansy, why don‘t you suck Potter‘s cock for him. I think a blow job is the least he deserves after defeating the Dark Lord.”
Harry held his breath as he watched the girl push back from Malfoy’s lap and crawl over to kneel at his feet.
“You want my lips on your cock?” she purred, seductively.
Harry looked down at the Slytherin girl, her full breasts spilling over the top of her black lacy bra. Her tiny panties revealing the soft round curves of her buttocks. He looked over at Malfoy and saw the blond was watching intently, his hand lightly stroking his own erection. Harry was sure there were a million reasons why he shouldn’t be doing this, but at that moment, he couldn’t think of one.
Pansy smiled and began slowly unzipping Harry’s jeans. “You want this, don’t you, Potter?”
“Fuck, Yes!” Harry exclaimed as he felt the girl’s fingers brush against his cock.
He watched intently as she pulled his underwear down, freeing his already erect length. Pansy let out a little moan at the sight and lowered her head over his crotch. Harry knew from what he saw in the Gryffindor showers that he was well endowed, and certainly, Pansy seemed impressed.
Kissing the head first, Pansy then took his cock in her hands and stroked it gently. Her dark, lust-filled eyes locked with Harry’s glazed green ones. Her pouting lips parted and she slowly wrapped them round his shaft, taking him in, inch by inch. The wet heat of the girl’s mouth caused Harry to throw his head back and groan loudly. His hips reflexively thrust forward, wanting to bury the whole of his length in the girl’s eager mouth.
Pansy’s mouth felt like velvet round his cock; Harry couldn’t stop himself from fisting his hands in the girl’s hair and burying his cock deeper in her mouth. He began slowly fucking her mouth, his shaft sliding deeper into her throat with each stroke, watching as her cheeks hollowed in the effort to swallow him.
Pansy began moaning round his cock, the sensation had Harry tightening his hold and speeding up his thrusts. His cock was now almost slamming into her mouth, his balls slapping against the girl’s chin. The sight of Pansy’s lips stretched round his shaft, taking him in eagerly, was almost enough to make him cum right then.
“That’s enough, Pansy.” Malfoy voice cut sharply through Harry’s lust fogged brain. He couldn’t help the mewl of disappointment that escaped his mouth when the girl pulled back off his cock with a slurping noise.
“Don’t worry, Potter,” Malfoy drawled. “It’s not over yet. But we don’t want you to cum too soon, do we. Not before you’ve sampled all of the delights that Pansy has to offer.
He watched Ron and Hermione who, under the effects of Firewhisky, had finally shed their inhibitions and were busily snogging each other senseless. His eyes then trailed over to where Ginny stood talking to Colin Creevey. Despite his original plan to get back with her once he had defeated Voldemort, Harry now had no desire to do so. He was 17 years old, and he was finally free. The last thing he wanted was to tie himself down to a girlfriend whom he knew was expecting marriage and babies within a few short years.
Harry clambered through the portrait hole and didn’t look back. He needed to be alone to think, to work out what he wanted, what he was going to do now that he had a future to plan for. He headed along the seventh floor corridor, making for the Room of Requirement.
As he paused in front of the blank wall and thought about what he wanted to find, he was startled to see the door appear before his eyes. Looking around quickly to see if anyone was around, he shed his cloak and tentatively pushed the door open.
Whatever it was he expected to find on entering the room, it is safe to say, that it was certainly not what he found.
Seated in stately leather wingback chair, in front of a roaring fire, was Draco Malfoy. This alone was enough to startle Harry, but as he looked closer he noticed that the blonde’s shirt was undone, revealing a smooth toned chest, and he was naked from the waist down. Kneeling between his feet was Pansy Parkinson, and the dark-haired girl’s head was currently buried in Malfoy’s lap.
Looking up and spotting the Gryffindor, Malfoy smirked.
“Potter,” he acknowledged, as if being caught like this was an everyday occurrence. “Come in, if you’re going to.”
Pansy attempted to look up at this, but Malfoy’s hand clamped to the back of her head and stilled her movement. “It’s only Potter, Pansy. Don’t stop.”
Stunned by what he was witnessing, Harry stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He gulped nervously as he turned back to face the Slytherin couple, but he could feel his pulse racing, and blood was pumping to certain parts of his anatomy.
“So, why isn’t the Saviour busy celebrating with his Gryffindor fan-club?” The familiar drawl that normally set Harry’s nerves on edge, now affected him for an entirely different reason.
“Wasn’t in the mood,” Harry mumbled, marvelling at the irony that the first time he had managed to have a civilised conversation with Malfoy; it was while the blonde was being sucked off by one of their classmates.
“So what are you in the mood for exactly?” The meaning behind Malfoy’s words was obvious, as was the way the boy ran his eyes over Harry’s body, before lingering on his now noticeable erection.
“I-I should go,” Harry stammered, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.
“You could,” Malfoy mused. “But I don’t think you want to. I think you want to stay.”
“And why would I want that, Malfoy,” Harry spat, unable to keep himself from biting.
“I’m not sure yet,” the blond admitted. “But why don’t you come over here and let Pansy show you how Slytherins say thank you to our hero’s.”
“I’m your hero, Malfoy?” Harry questioned, as his body began automatically moving closer to the chair.
“That remains to be seen.” There was a definite leer in the boy’s voice as Malfoy grabbed hold of Pansy’s hair and pulled her hair back.
“Pansy, why don‘t you suck Potter‘s cock for him. I think a blow job is the least he deserves after defeating the Dark Lord.”
Harry held his breath as he watched the girl push back from Malfoy’s lap and crawl over to kneel at his feet.
“You want my lips on your cock?” she purred, seductively.
Harry looked down at the Slytherin girl, her full breasts spilling over the top of her black lacy bra. Her tiny panties revealing the soft round curves of her buttocks. He looked over at Malfoy and saw the blond was watching intently, his hand lightly stroking his own erection. Harry was sure there were a million reasons why he shouldn’t be doing this, but at that moment, he couldn’t think of one.
Pansy smiled and began slowly unzipping Harry’s jeans. “You want this, don’t you, Potter?”
“Fuck, Yes!” Harry exclaimed as he felt the girl’s fingers brush against his cock.
He watched intently as she pulled his underwear down, freeing his already erect length. Pansy let out a little moan at the sight and lowered her head over his crotch. Harry knew from what he saw in the Gryffindor showers that he was well endowed, and certainly, Pansy seemed impressed.
Kissing the head first, Pansy then took his cock in her hands and stroked it gently. Her dark, lust-filled eyes locked with Harry’s glazed green ones. Her pouting lips parted and she slowly wrapped them round his shaft, taking him in, inch by inch. The wet heat of the girl’s mouth caused Harry to throw his head back and groan loudly. His hips reflexively thrust forward, wanting to bury the whole of his length in the girl’s eager mouth.
Pansy’s mouth felt like velvet round his cock; Harry couldn’t stop himself from fisting his hands in the girl’s hair and burying his cock deeper in her mouth. He began slowly fucking her mouth, his shaft sliding deeper into her throat with each stroke, watching as her cheeks hollowed in the effort to swallow him.
Pansy began moaning round his cock, the sensation had Harry tightening his hold and speeding up his thrusts. His cock was now almost slamming into her mouth, his balls slapping against the girl’s chin. The sight of Pansy’s lips stretched round his shaft, taking him in eagerly, was almost enough to make him cum right then.
“That’s enough, Pansy.” Malfoy voice cut sharply through Harry’s lust fogged brain. He couldn’t help the mewl of disappointment that escaped his mouth when the girl pulled back off his cock with a slurping noise.
“Don’t worry, Potter,” Malfoy drawled. “It’s not over yet. But we don’t want you to cum too soon, do we. Not before you’ve sampled all of the delights that Pansy has to offer.