Draco's Theory

Draco's Theory

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Harry Potter couldn't wait to get back to Gryffindor Tower. It was bad enough that he had to spend Saturday night in the dungeon with Snape, but to be humiliated - yet again - not only repeating the potion that he botched up yesterday, but to say out loud each ingredient, each step, each tool he used ... He shook his head with disgust, trying to get rid of that image of that smug bastard's face when he failed time and time again. He could have been snogging Ginny tonight. He could have been in the common room, listening to Hermione scold Ron for not studying. He could have been curled up on his bed reading, ok looking at the wizard magazine he snitched from George and Fred's room when he visited the burrow before school started. He could have been ...

"Hey! Watch it, Potter!"

Harry stumbled backwards a few feet before righting himself.

Damn! Can this night get any worse? he thought, rolling his eyes.

Draco Malfoy stood before him, arms crossed lazily over his chest now, leaning against the dungeon wall. Obviously, the blond was headed to Snape's classroom since this particular corridor led only there. Harry advanced the few feet that was separating them.

"Move it, Malfoy," he said tiredly. He wasn't in any mood for games tonight.

Malfoy gave him the famous Malfoy smirk and stepped aside.

"Certainly," he said casually, gesturing with his arm.

Harry looked at him suspiciously as he passed him. It couldn't be this easy, could it? Without a snarky comment? But his unspoken question was answered when he was about six feet away.

"I'm curious, Potter," Malfoy drawled. Harry didn't stop but rather slow his steps. "There seems to be a rumour about you." Malfoy paused briefly for affect. "On which team you play for."

Harry stopped and slowly turned. He furrowed his brows.

A rumour? On which team…?

There was one rumour going around, but surely Malfoy didn't know about that one, did he? Was it that widespread?

The rumour in question had begun shortly after the last match between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Harry had rooted for Ravenclaw last match when they played Hufflepuff whilst most of Gryffindor cheered on Hufflepuff. Everyone probably assumed he was doing it because of Cho Chang – which it primarily was. That wasn't so odd, was it? At least Harry didn’t think so. But what was odd was that after the game, a whispered rumour went around that Cho Chang asked him to join her team. She did ask him, but it was only a joke. Everyone knew that.

Didn't they?

Of course everyone knew it was only a joke, Harry told himself. Harry played for Gryffindor.

But then why the whispers? Why the fingers pointing at him followed by a bout of giggles? What was so bloody funny? Harry never understood that part.

"Malfoy, I don't know what you're playing at, but ..." The strange expression on the blond's face stopped Harry in mid-sentence. He'd never seen that look on him before and tried to decipher it. "What the ...?"

He stopped again when Malfoy unfolded his arms and took a menacing step towards him. Panic rose up in Harry's chest.

What the hell is wrong with me? It's just Malfoy, for crying out loud!

But even as that thought ran through his mind, he couldn't help but open his eyes when Malfoy paused and quickly glanced up and down his body.

His panic rose again. "Malfoy," he warned. "Back off. Now."

Malfoy barely shook his head. "Not until you answer the question, Potter."

Heat flooded Harry's face. "I play for Gryffindor, you daft prick! Are you that stupid?"

Malfoy continued to shake his head. "You really are thick, aren’t you, Potter." Harry narrowed his eyes and clenched his teeth at the insult. "No matter. We'll find out in a moment, won't we?"

"We?" Harry growled.

Malfoy simply smirked then snapped his fingers. Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson – who seemed to have come out of nowhere - stood by Malfoy's side. Harry heard a noise behind him and whirled around. Goyle and Crabbe were behind him now, shoulder to shoulder. He turned back to Malfoy who was looking much too pleased with himself.

"Malfoy, I'm warning you ..."

"Now since you haven't got a clue as to what I'm referring to," Malfoy said, pausing slightly. "We'll let nature answer the question, shall we?"

"What? What the bloody hell are you talking about?"

Another snap of the fingers and Zabini and Parkinson moved in front of Malfoy. Pansy knelt down and pushed Zabini's robe aside then reached up to his belt.

Harry gasped and instinctively stepped back, only to be grabbed by Malfoy's cronies.

"Hey! Let go of me!" he shouted, with a little more fear in his voice than he intended.

Malfoy grinned. "Relax, Potter. This will only take a few minutes."

"What?" Harry shouted. "What will ... What the bloody hell are you talking about? Let go of me!"

Malfoy snorted. "Very articulate, Potter. Tell me, are those the only words you know? Are you going to repeat yourself all night?"

Harry bit back his next retort. He had to think of a way out of this. He was cleverer than Malfoy. He was just caught by surprise that was all. He took a deep breath.

"Look, Malfoy. I don't know what this all about and frankly I couldn't care less, but if you think ..."

Another snap of his fingers and Parkinson unlatched Zabini's belt. When she reached for his zip, Harry paled. Surely she wasn't going to do what he thought she was going to do, was she? But she did. Parkinson lowered the zip with one hand whilst cradling the obvious bulge underneath with her other. Her thumb pressed into it and Zabini moaned.

Harry's breathing deepened and ignored Malfoy's burning gaze. He could only stare slack jawed as Parkinson pushed Zabini's underpants down, and with a few fumbling movements, pulled out his erection. Harry gasped and heard the blond chuckle. His eyes bore into Malfoy's.

"It's not bloody funny, Malfoy! What? Are you actually getting off on this? Do you think they're enjoying this perverted game you're playing?"

Malfoy place his hand on Zabini's shoulder and looked over, watching Parkinson wrap her lips around the end of Zabini's cock.

"Actually, I do believe they are enjoying this - aren't you?" he asked, looking at them directly. Zabini closed his eyes, leaned his head back and nodded whilst she hummed a muffled 'yes'. "There. You see?" he said with a wink. A WINK! "As for getting off," he said, stepping away from them and walking slowly towards Harry, "the question is: are you getting off?"

Harry opened and closed his mouth several times before stuttering, "W-what?!"

Malfoy's smirk widened and stopped just short of Harry's personal space. "Are you?"

Harry began to struggle in earnest now and when he realised his arms were still in a death grip, he did only what he could think of. He raised his leg and tried kicking the blond. Malfoy stepped back and laughed.

"Pathetic, Potter. Honestly, you fight like a girl."

"Let me go and I'll show you a girl!" Though it sounded stupid - even to Harry's ears - it had the desired affect.

Malfoy's eyes had narrowed briefly and he scowled, but as quickly as that expression appeared, it was replaced back with his famous smirk. "Amusing as it is to watch you struggle, I think it's time to find out the truth."

"What truth! What are you going to ..."

With a swish of Malfoy's wand, Harry's feet stilled. He gasped at the sensation. It was like his feet became one with the dungeon floor.

"Stop it! Let me go!" Harry screamed.

"That's better," Malfoy sighed. He rounded Harry, Crabbe, and Goyle and flushed his body against Harry's back. "Now, Potter. Watch."

"No! I said let me go!" he cried, thrashing his body to move away from him.

A firm grip on each side of Harry's face turned it so it faced the two Slytherins before him. "I said watch," he hissed in Harry's ears.

Harry blinked several times. He was supposed to watch? Was Malfoy insane? Did he honestly think he'd 'get off' on this? It was just too surreal. Harry knew he couldn't plead with him - he wouldn't give Malfoy the satisfaction anyway - but Parkinson? Maybe?

"Parkinson," he said, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible. "Think about what you're doing. You don't have to do this. Not for Malfoy. Not for anyone. I know this must be embarrassing for you. You don't ..."

She slid her mouth slowly off the reddened cock and mouthed, "Just watch."

Harry's eyes widened again. She wasn't serious, was she? She couldn't be. She couldn't be enjoying this. But as Harry watched Zabini's cock disappear between her lips again and they way she moaned as it did, it was obvious that she was. She sped up her rhythm and Zabini ran his fingers thru her hair, and then gripped it tight. He held her head still and took control of the movements, sliding almost out then ramming back in. Harry took short breaths, mesmerised by the scene playing before him.

"Now, Potter. About my question," Malfoy breathed.

Harry flinched at the sound of his voice. He was so entranced that he forgot he was even there. Harry gasped loudly when he felt the pressure of Malfoy's hand over the front of his trouser. Malfoy squeezed gently then pulled away. He turned Harry's face to him and placed his mouth next to his earlobe.

"I knew it," he whispered. He moved away from Harry. "Stop!"

Immediately, Zabini and Parkinson froze then grumbled as they pulled away from each other. Malfoy walked around Harry and went over to the two of them. He looked down at her.

"Go," he ordered.

Reluctantly, she rose to her feet then glanced at Harry and smirked, followed by a wink.

What the hell was that all about? Why did she..?

Another snap of the fingers stopped his train of thought. Malfoy crooked a finger and Zabini nodded, stepped forward and fell down to his knees.

What the...?

Malfoy glanced over to him. "Now, Potter. Perhaps you'll enjoy this."

Harry’s body turned ridged and his breath caught in his throat as Zabini removed Malfoy's belt, lowered his zip then looked up at him. Malfoy nodded. Zabini smirked and slid his thumbs inside Malfoy's waistband. He pulled the trousers and pants down until it reached the middle of Malfoy's thighs.

Oh my gods…

Malfoy smiled down at Zabini and gave his cheek an affectionate stroke. He nodded again. Zabini opened his mouth and his tongue slithered out and licked the end of Malfoy’s prick. Malfoy sighed in return and caressed the top of Zabini’s head. The tongue swirled several times along the swollen glans before pulling back and sealing his mouth closed. He pushed slightly forward and Malfoy's cock began to disappear between his lips.

Harry couldn’t breathe.

Zabini backed away slowly, and inch-by-inch, Malfoy's cock emerged once more. He stilled briefly then gently cupped Malfoy’s balls and rubbed his thumbs over the heavy sac. Malfoy moaned and, instead of looking down at Zabini, he turned his focus to Harry.

Harry wasn’t watching Malfoy's face so he never noticed the smirk that spread across his features. Nor did he see the smirk turn into a gleeful grin as the blond stared at Harry’s crotch. No. He was watching the way those puffy lips descended down Malfoy's prick. He blinked several times and parted his own lips, unconsciously licking them.

Zabini moved his lips away completely and began stroking Malfoy's cock with his hand. He gripped the base tight and squeezed it hard as he pulled his hand upwards. A shiny film covered the tip and Zabini wasted no time in capturing it with his tongue. He held it out and looked up at Malfoy who leaned down and scooped it up with his finger. Malfoy stepped back and Zabini quickly tugged his trousers up and all that was left uncovered was Malfoy’s cock. With his head held high and no shame on his face, Malfoy walked over to Harry. Malfoy held out his finger and tapped it against Harry’s quivering lower lip.

“Taste,” he whispered.

Harry barely shook his head.

“Come on, Potter. I promise not to tell anyone. Taste.” He smiled softly. “I know you want to.”

Harry continued to shake his head but he parted his mouth, doing what he was told. Malfoy rubbed the creamy substance across Harry’s lips. Without even realising it, Harry snaked his tongue out and closed his eyes, savouring the salty taste.

“That’s it,” Malfoy breathed.

Malfoy leaned down and grazed his mouth over Harry's neck. Harry gasped and opened his eyes. He felt Malfoy grip his concealed cock. It was hard. Harder than Harry ever thought was possible. Malfoy stepped back and smirked.

“Thank you, Potter. You just answered my question.”

Harry’s glazed eyes suddenly became focused.

“You do play for the other team,” Malfoy said, winking.

He tucked himself in, turned around and walked away, leaving Harry rooted to the spot. It was a full thirty seconds before Harry had realised that Crabbe and Goyle were gone and his feet were finally free.

*~*~*~

Malfoy smiled all the way to Snape's classroom. He knocked a couple of times and waited.

“Come,” a low voice replied.

Malfoy opened and closed the door behind him and strolled up to the Potions master’s desk.

“Well? Was your theory correct?”

Malfoy smirked as he nodded. Snape stood and walked around his desk and hovered over him.

Snape raised a brow. “Was it worth me putting up with that insufferable brat for two hours whilst you ... calculated your project?”

Again, Malfoy nodded.

“Well then, I believe a payment is now in order. Turn around.”

Malfoy turned and pulled down his trousers and pants to his knees. He bent over and smiled.

Yes, it was definitely worth it, he thought smugly as his body moved back and forth.


End...?

Roedhunt
2006