Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Eroticism - Ch 10

Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Eroticism

Chapter 10 - Power and Lust

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or

characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any

affiliation with its author

The end of the feast was called. And in moments the great

hall was filled with the sound of benches scraping on stone

and knives and forks clattering down on plates. It was very

jarring after the near silence moments earlier. And it was

very distracting for some.

Draco Malfoy was among those distracted. His mind had been

elsewhere, pondering distant thoughts. Only now was he

brought back down to earth, as a nudge from Gregory Goyle

alerted him to the end of the feast. He got up slowly and

fell in behind the lumbering footsteps of Vincent Crabbe as the

trio followed the procession leaving the hall.

He let his mind wander again as they moved. On matters that

only a very select group of people at this school knew

about. Among that number were his closest friends, Crabbe

and Goyle. And Dumbledore knew it.

And Harry Potter.

Yes, the boy who lived once had become the boy who lived

twice. And while the entire wizarding world pointed its

fingers and called him a liar, he, Draco, was parlay to the

real truth. Voldemort had returned. And he was gathering

followers. Malfoy played no part in this, yet. But he had

his ambitions. And before the year was out he would see

them realized.

Hogwarts was an important tool in the fight for magical

dominance. Malfoy was mature enough to understand that. It

housed two things of great power. One was the young minds,

minds that the dark lord would need in order to see his ends

met.

The other was Albus Dumbledore. And that was where the

problem lay. But that was not his problem to face. Voldemort

would see to him in due course.

No, he had other ideas. There were numerous students at the

school with a thirst for power. And he could offer that, in

the long run. If they would but see the tempting light of

the dark arts. Malfoy always thought it odd, that such power

be named a 'darkness' when it was so enlightening.

He was jogged back to reality by a brush on his arm.

He looked over in annoyance, only to see who it was that had

disturbed him.

Pansy Parkinson looked at him with her large saucer eyes. He

gave her a small smile. "I wondered when I'd be seeing you."

Her eyes widened further still. "I'm sorry, Draco" she said

quickly, "I tried to find you outside, but the crowds.."

He raised a hand, "It's alright, Pansy. I was with Crabbe

and Goyle. We ran into Longbottom."

Pansy let out a short laugh. It was shrill and cold. And he

loved it.

"Oh, that buffoon" she giggled. "It's a wonder he can even

tie his shoelaces in the morning."

Malfoy laughed, and he even heard the low chuckles of Crabbe

and Goyle, which was rare.

"Too true" he commented. "Considering where his parents

ended up."

The four of them laughed still harder. Then they rounded a

corner and Malfoy saw another of his close friends.

"Blaise" he acknowledged with a dip of his head. Blaise

Zabini returned it with one of his own.

"Good summer, Draco?" he asked.

Malfoy shrugged. "Eh, could be better."

There was a stretching pause, before the pair of them smiled

and burst into laughter. Blaise threw an arm around Draco,

pulling him into a roguish embrace.

"Good to see you mate" he spoke loudly. "I assume your father

has kept you in the loop?"

Malfoy grinned, wryly. "More than in the loop, Blaise. He

doesn't like me kept in the dark, as you well know."

Both Blaise and Pansy looked at him with interest. "Well?"

Pansy asked. "What's going on?"

Draco looked left and right, before facing them and saying

"This isn't, ah, corridor news, if you know what I mean. I'll

tell you more soon enough."

They all caught his drift, and the five of them carried on

towards the Slytherin common room. When they were near it,

Malfoy held Pansy back.

"You go on" he called to the others. "We'll be a minute."

Blaise threw him a knowing look, before smirking and stepping

into stride next to Goyle.

Pansy was looking at him with heated anticipation. He looked

down at her, his eyes filled with obvious lust. "I've waited

all summer for this, Pansy" he told her.

She gasped as his hands found their way to her ass and

squeezed hard. She looked left and right quickly. They were

in a now deserted corridor in the dungeons. But not for long.

Draco took her hand and led her a couple of doors down to

what they both knew to be a small broom cupboard. Just before

a crowd of bustling first years rounded the corner, they both

slipped inside and came to a stop a few feet in.

Malfoy didn't have to say a word. Both of them knew just how

this relationship worked.

Pansy started slowly sliding her robes off her shoulders, and

they fell to the floor in a thick grey bundle. Next came her

cardigan, unbuttoned delicately by her trembling hands and

tossed aside. Then she started slowly taking off her blouse.

Malfoy had leant back against the wall, simply watching and

admiring as she performed for him. It was a power trip, and

one that he'd got his fix of every few hours during the last

school year. He wasn't going to stop now.

She had finished unbuttoning her blouse, and it slipped off

her shoulders to reveal her tight teen body beneath. Pansy

was smoking, with long slender legs that she never failed to

accentuate and cute perky tits that were just enough to keep

any man happy. She knew she was no model. But Malfoy was

practically salivating by the time she had slid out of her

skirt and tights. She was left in only her underwear and

school tie, just the way he liked her. She'd worn a skimpy

set, just in case the evening went the way she wanted. And

boy, was it just.

The waiting over, Draco approached her and the two started

to make out like their lives depended on it. He was groping

every inch of her body he could reach, and Pansy could feel

his rock hard bulge prodding her hip. It excited her to no

end, knowing that she would soon have Draco Malfoy pummeling

into her with his sizable manhood.

She reached down and unbuckled his belt, letting his slacks

fall to the floor. And he slipped out of his shoes, Pansy

dropped to her knees in order to take him just as he liked

it. But to her surprise he placed a hand under her chin and

pulled her upwards.

"Not yet" he commanded her.

When she looked puzzled, he smiled and continued. "After. I

want you to taste yourself on my cock, bitch."

She felt her knees going weak with desire, as his lecherous

tone appealed to her submissive streak. She heeded his

desires and turned away, presenting her delicious rear to

his quivering cock. He was fully hard, and needed no help

to achieve his seven inches. That was part of what Pansy

loved about Draco. He was always ready, no matter what.

And what Draco loved about Pansy, he though as he advanced

on her, was that his mere presence was enough to get her

dripping wet. There was no need for foreplay here. She'd been

soaking since the moment she saw him outside the great hall.

He placed the head of his cock between her cheeks, pulling

her lacy underwear out of the way. Her sopping cunt came

into view, sporting a neat little strip of pubic hair that

hadn't been there before.

"You want me to shave it?" she asked him with a concerned

edge to her voice. "I just thought.."

"No" he silenced her with a word. "I like it. It makes me

want to do this."

And with that, he plunged into her pussy with one forceful

thrust. Pansy let out a moan of pure ecstasy, and leant low

against the wall as her knees weakened even more from the

pleasure. Waves of joy rippled through her as he began to

rut back and forth into her, his cock so deliciously full

to her needy cunt.

Malfoy smirked as she began a staccato series of gasps that

he knew signaled her impending end. And sure enough, barely

a minute later, he felt her pussy clamp down on his pounding

cock as she squealed with delight.

"So soon?" he questioned, his smirk widening.

Pansy looked back at him with a coy smile. "You get me all

riled up, Draco."

He forced her head back down and bent low over her, picking

up his speed. "Keep quiet, bitch. It's my turn."

Malfoy started forcing himself in to the hilt, again and

again, over and over. He did not relent even as Pansy cried

with obvious pain. She had tightened up over the summer, he

remarked. But not for long.

He could feel his approaching end, and gave a few last great

shoves into her pussy before the fireworks began and he

fired off a stream of his piping hot seed into her shaking

hole. He then withdrew his cock and sent the next stream

flying over her glistening ass. She was bathed in sweat, and

panted as she recovered from Malfoy's rough treatment. He

milked his cock dry over her glorious cheeks, spreading his

cum out over it. Then he laughed and stepped away from her.

"Go on" he told her. "Don't waste that."

He watched as Pansy reached around and began taking his

streaks of cum in her hand. She then brought them around to

her mouth, lapping them up with her tongue like a kitten

enjoying milk.

"Good girl" he commended.

She didn't wait to be told, and got down on her knees as

soon as she was done with his cum. Malfoy stepped towards

her, and groaned as her lips closed around his rapidly

rising cock. He had softened after his finish, but with

her lips wrapped tight around his shaft he couldn't stop

himself from getting hard even if he wanted to.

Not that he was ever unwilling.

He took her head in his hands and began pumping back and

forth, forcing his full length into her throat and beyond

in slow rhythmic thrusts.

"Can you taste it?" he asked her. "Tell me."

"Yngghh, Unghh knhhh" she moaned onto his balls. Laughing,

he gave a violent shove and heard her gag beneath him. He

then began to hammer in and out of her, making her wretch

and gag repeatedly for several minutes. Pansy was a great

actress, she acted like she was shocked and terrified for

the show. But Malfoy knew just how much she loved being

abused by him. He was her master, and his pleasure was also

hers.

When he grew weary from the treatment, he let himself go,

gave into the desire, and loosed a torrent of his noble

seed deep into Pansy's throat. He felt her swallowing,

trying to take him all. But it was not to be, and several

strands erupted from around her mouth and ran down her chin

making her look like the slut she was.

Malfoy kept her down there, her mouth still clasped to his

dick. She was only too happy to oblige, loving having her

lips around his manhood.

He knew her motives. He had realized the second time she

had ever fucked him. Pansy knew she would never be powerful

herself, she hadn't the stomach nor the resources. But he

would be. And for the same reason she fucked Blaise, she

fucked him. Because she understood the way of the world.

As with fame, some people are so powerful that you can fuck

them and then you're powerful. And Pansy was simply staking

her claim on his dick, in the hope that Malfoy's vie for

power was not in vain.

He wouldn't disappoint her. He wouldn't let his father down

either. The Malfoy name would not be tarnished, not while

he still drew breath.