What a Witch Needs

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True Colors


Harry decided he no longer cared whether or not people stared at him. He went bravely to breakfast with Hermione, sitting at the Gryffindor table, without looking around very much. He pretended things were quite normal, turning to talk with others and reaching for platters of food.

It seemed to be the right thing to do after all, as people soon grew tired of watching Harry behave as he normally had done all these years, and went back to minding their own businesses. What did they expect? Harry laughed to himself when he thought about it. Did they think he would throw a temper tantrum, because his food wasn’t cooked right, and then slaughter the castle elves who cooked it?

He looked across the room at Draco, who had joined his housemates at the Slytherin table. Draco had just been released from the infirmary an hour ago, and appeared to be his old self, except for an almost healed cut down his right cheek. He could tell the cut seemed to be the topic of conversation around Draco, and that many of the girls seemed to think it added to Draco’s sex appeal. Draco enjoyed the attention he was receiving and Harry smiled and shook his head. Hermione, however, was not amused. She didn’t care for all those simpering ninnies making eyes at Draco.

The first class of the day was Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid. Harry and Hermione now enjoyed the classes they had to take with the Slytherins, as it gave them a chance to be with Draco more.

As everyone was making their way to Hagrid’s hut, Draco caught up with Harry and Hermione, noticing his girlfriend’s sour mood.

“What’s wrong with you?” Draco asked.

“Nothing,” Hermione replied, unconvincingly.

Harry smiled to himself, knowing Hermione’s moods quite well after all these years. He knew Draco was going to receive some sort of reprimand for flirting at breakfast and it would be done in a swift, but unexpected way. Harry also knew Draco would most likely have no idea why she struck out at him and leave him utterly confused.

Hagrid was already waiting for his class when they came into sight. He was standing next to the animal pens looking very excited. When the class had gathered around him, he said, “We have a special treat today, so everyone listen up.”

The students grew quiet and Hagrid went on. “The Roman wolves we’ve been learning about are beginning their mating behavior. Now, this is a very rare thing to happen in captivity, so you’ll all get to witness something that not many people have ever seen before. Of course, we helped them along with a little breeding potion, but still, there was the chance that they wouldn’t be affected by it.”

Harry, Hermione and Draco glanced at each other at the mention of the breeding potion, trying to contain their smiles. That was most likely the same potion they drank in Snape’s dungeon, the one that made them crazy enough to visit the Dursleys.

“So, gather around the pen everyone, and try to be as quiet as possible so we don’t disrupt them,” Hagrid told them. Everyone walked to various sides around the pen and looked down over the fence. The fence was high, up to their necks for most people, so the wolves could not jump over and escape. Shorter people pulled up crates to stand on.

“Quiet now,” Hagrid said with a softer tone.

The Gryffindors and Slytherins all watched quietly, fascinated by the way the wolves were playfully nipping at one another. There were two males and one female and many wondered if the males would fight over the female. Surprising, they did not fight as one put his front paws on the female’s back and extended his long red prick into her opening in the back. This was a bit disconcerting for some of the students and they blushed with small grins of embarrassment.

Then the wolves began to mate in earnest and everyone grew still, watching the male’s penis sliding in and out of the female. “Now,” whispered Hagrid, “they’ll keep this up for quite a while, so just be patient.”

Patient? They couldn't pull their eyes away! They watched the male pump in and out, in and out, in and out, and many of the students began to feel heat growing in their own loins. Many faces became flushed and hands grew sweaty as they gripped the top of the fence. Ron felt Lavender’s hand on his leg and quickly grew hard when she moved it over the top of his cock, rubbing him. He had to strain in order to appear as if nothing was happening to him. Soon, he decided to pay her back with a little groping of his own.

Harry and Draco were standing behind Hermione, who was holding onto the fence and feeling just as worked up and horny as those around her. Draco looked at Harry and whispered, “What’s the matter, Harry?”

He already knew Harry was horny as hell, he could see the look on his face as well as other signs.

When Harry looked at him, he noticed Draco’s grin and shook his head. Draco bent over to his ear again and said, “Mmmm… let’s fuck her. You know you want to. I can tell she wants it.”

Harry swallowed and glancing down at Hermione’s arse in front of him. He put his hand on it and rubbed her crevasse. Hermione moved her rear towards him and Harry was sure he heard a groan from deep with in her. Draco again put his mouth against Harry’s ear and whispered with his hot breath, “Take her Harry. She wants it. You… want it.”

Harry turned his head slightly. “We’re in class,” he hissed.

“So?” Draco answered. “What’s anyone going to do about it? You’re the Dark Lord. You can do whatever you want.” Draco smirked at him, sexily. Harry looked at Draco to see if he was joking, but he wasn’t. “Do it, Harry,” Draco whispered, brushing his lips against Harry’s ear.

Harry was so fucking hard by now. He looked around carefully. No one was really watching him at all. He moved directly behind Hermione and began to pull her robe up from behind, listening to Hermione’s increasing pants. Draco stood facing them sideways to block anyone’s direct view. He bent to Hermione’s ear, whispering, “Harry wants to fuck you, love. I bet you’re already sopping wet, aren’t you?” She nodded her head slightly in response.

Hermione was very horny, and having Harry and Draco touching her arse, and talking dirty behind her, was making her much needier. She didn’t care at this point if anyone saw, as long as she had a cock inside her and soon.

Draco had now slipped a hand into her robes and was moving her skirt up with his fingers as he cupped his hand over her soaked mound and stroked her swollen clit with his fingers. She could feel Harry behind her, putting his hand down her panties in the back and working his fingers under her and up her pussy hole. Hermione bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud as their fingers slid around and into her, spreading her wetness.

Draco grabbed her panties and pulled them down her legs; letting them pool at her ankles, and Harry had freed his cock with his other hand. Harry draped his robe on either side of her rear for privacy and drove his cock home into her sweet wetness.

Draco put his arm across her belly, trying to brace her so that she wouldn’t bounce forward and become noticeable to others. He bent to Hermione’s ear again and said, “You like it? You like getting fucked in class?” She nodded discreetly, trying to keep as still as she could, grateful that the fences were high enough to hide most of their bodies from the people standing on the other side of the pen.

When the male wolf finally got down from the female, Hagrid said, “Watch everyone. Now the other male will take a turn with her. That’s how their packs assure the female will conceive. It’s a very unique behavior among wolves.”

Draco whispered, “Good idea,” as Harry orgasmed behind her. When Harry moved away, Draco took his place, sliding his cock into Hermione’s slick pussy. It slid in easily due to Harry’s cum and her juices already there and Draco wanted to groan in pussy heaven. It felt so hot, so good, buried deep in her throbbing cunt and watching, as the second male wolf began fucking the female in the pen. Harry moved to Hermione’s side, discretely putting his fingers on her clit, toying with her pleasure nub. He wouldn’t be satisfied if she didn’t cum at least once, even though he knew she was holding back because she was afraid of losing control in front of the class.

Draco fucked her from behind and Harry continued his secret assault on her clit as he leaned over to her ear and whispered, “Come for us, Hermione. No one’s watching. Kiss me if you want to make noise.” She turned her face toward Harry’s, looking at him with a flushed face. Then she pressed her mouth onto his in desperation, her orgasm overtaking her, and she keened soft noises in his open lips.

The squeezing of her inner walls sent Draco’s eyes rolling up in pleasure as he shoved hard into her, holding her hips still and releasing his hot seed with a light groan. When he pulled out, he could see Hermione was a mess with cum, Harry’s cum, flowing down her thighs. He pulled out his wand and did a quick cleansing spell. Then he bent quickly and pulled up her panties for her.

When he looked to the side, he noticed Crabbe and Goyle not far off, glancing at him with knowing smirks. So, they had seen, Draco shrugged. He flashed them a wicked grin back - like the cat that had just licked the cream.

Hagrid had been so absorbed in watching the mating; he hadn’t noticed the affect it was having on the students. Finally, he looked around at their flushed faces and horny expressions and it struck him, - perhaps this was not a good lesson to share with a group of hormonal teenagers. He cleared his throat and said, “O.K., everyone, I think we’ve seen enough. Let’s give them some privacy and take a look in our books for now.” Everyone reluctantly left the fucking wolves and followed the half-giant.

OOOOO

Later that afternoon, Warrington returned to the Slytherin common room, looking for Pucey. He spotted his friend talking to their other roommates. As he approached the group, they looked at him strangely, growing quiet.

“Talking about me?” Warrington asked.

“Of course not,” Pucey replied. “Don’t be so paranoid.”

“Whatever,” Warrington shrugged. “You guys have your little powwow. I’ve got work to do.” He left for the boys’ dorm and did not notice their eyes watching him with pity.

As he stepped into his bedroom, he stopped short, noticing Crabbe and Goyle sitting on his bed expectantly. “What are you two doing in here?” Warrington asked with a scowl.

Crabbe and Goyle shifted their eyes to the right and Warrington noticed Malfoy there, lounging in a chair against the wall, holding black leather gloves in his hand.

“You’ve crossed the line, Warrington,” Draco said, casually.

Warrington sneered at Draco. “You jealous, Malfoy? Maybe he thinks I’m better at it than you.”

Draco lifted the wand he had hidden on his side and pointed it before Warrington could take his wand out from his robes. “Crucio,” Draco said, sending Warrington to the floor in pain.

He only kept it up for a few seconds, however, enough to make Warrington more biddable. Draco nodded at Crabbe and Goyle who got up and pulled the weakened Warrington up by his arms, sitting him on the bed to face Draco. They took his wand away and threw it across the room.

“You don’t speak to your betters that way, Warrington, you know that,” Draco said, calmly, beginning to pull his gloves on. “You have much to learn about manners, and right and wrong. For instance, you never approach a Dark Lord, and touch him without his permission. That is extremely disrespectful. If a Dark Lord wants you to suck his cock, then he’ll ask you to do it - not the other way around. You are lucky he let you live.” Draco studied Warrington’s stubborn face.

“Secondly,” Draco continued. “When a Dark Lord asks you to stop, you do so immediately. You pushed him over the edge and made him angry. That’s a dangerous thing to do. Other people could have been seriously hurt as a result of it.”

“Third,” said Draco, standing up, “don’t speak to him unless he speaks to you first. Keep your distance, and never purposely stand next to a Dark Lord unless he comes to you.”

Draco stood directly in front of him, looking down into his defiant face. He lifted his hand and back handed Warrington hard across the side of his head. Warrington turned his head back to Draco and glared at him.

“Last of all,” Draco said, sneering angrily, “never insult his lovers to his face. You keep your fucking mouth shut. And forget your stupid idea about his fluids. It’s not true.”

Draco looked at him in silence for a few moments. “You’ll have to be punished for what you did. The Dark Lord is very displeased with you. You’ll have to be punished and then you must make your apology. You understand? It’s the only way the rest of us will forgive you for your insolence.”

“I know,” Warrington spat out. “Get it over with then.”

Draco nodded and looked at Crabbe and Goyle, giving them a nod. Goyle stood, pulling Warrington in front of him, holding his arms back. Crabbe took a big swing at Warrington’s gut, knocking the air out of him, painfully.

Draco turned and went to his bag, pulling his whip out, while Crabbe tore the shirt off Warrington’s back. As they did this, Draco heard a gasp and noticed that the door was not shut. Two first years were standing in the hall, looking in at them in shock and horror.

Draco walked to the door, looking at the two scared boys. “Remember, always respect your betters, and this will never happen to you.”

He slowly clicked the door closed, shutting out their terrified expressions.

OOOOO

At dinner, Harry and Hermione were surprised to see Draco, Crabbe and Goyle coming in a half hour late. The three of them wouldn’t look Harry’s way and Harry became suspicious, noticing that Warrington had not come to dinner at all.

“Notice that Warrington is absent?” he asked Hermione with a hushed voice.

Hermione studied the people at the Slytherin table. “Do you think Draco did something to him?”

“Yea, I just hope they didn’t get carried away,” Harry mumbled. “I don’t want Draco getting expelled.”

“Why don’t you go and ask them?” Hermione suggested. Near the end of meals, students would sometimes go and visit with other houses. The Professors didn’t mind the visiting, unless it got too loud or disrupting.

Harry hesitated to go. He knew that walking to Slytherin, table when he was now known as a Dark Lord, would make some people nervous.

What the fuck, Harry thought. He was tired of worrying about what everyone thought. He got up as dessert was being served, making his way to Draco’s table. Draco glanced up at him, surprised. Harry had never come to their table before. His other supporters became quiet as well, wondering what Harry would want.

He stood behind Draco and leaned down, his hand on Draco’s shoulder. “Can I talk with you a moment?” Harry asked.

“Of course,” replied Draco.

He got up and followed Harry out of the Great Hall. Harry turned to him and said, “Where’s Warrington?”

“In his room, I suppose,” Draco shrugged. “Why do you care?”

“Did you guys do something to him?”

Draco sighed at Harry, unable to lie. “Harry, listen to me. These are dark wizards you’re dealing with, from old dark wizarding families. Not punishing them for being disrespectful and crossing your boundaries would be considered a weakness. They know the customs, and they fully expect to be punished when they do wrong. I won’t have you looking weak in their eyes. If I have to be your enforcer, than so be it. I don’t mind doing it for you, Harry. In fact, it’s better that I do it. It will look like you’re too good to bother with such menial tasks.”

Harry huffed at Draco in disbelief. “What?” Harry paced around. “I’m feeling like a fucking mafia crime boss!”

“Mafia crime boss?” Draco frowned. “What is that? A muggle thing?”

“Yeah, bad guys – thugs,” Harry spat.

Draco rolled his eyes. “That’s not it at all. Listen, Harry, you’re not familiar with our ways yet, and that’s fine. That’s why you have me. I’ll make sure you get the respect you deserve.”

“How badly did you punish him?” Harry asked, pointedly. “Is he in the infirmary?”

“No, he won’t go there,” Draco said. “He’ll heal on his own. It’s a matter of pride.”

“He’s probably going to be pissed at me now,” Harry said. “He’ll go over to the other side and support Voldemort.”

“No, Harry,” Draco explained. “This will make him respect you more. We made an example out of him. Everyone else will know not to mess with you. I don’t think anyone will approach you like he did. Believe me, Harry, this is how it works with dark wizards. You’ll have to get use to it. Our world is not a pretty one.”

OOOOO

A/N Did Draco remind you of anyone? Like father, like son, perhaps? Or is he different? We’ll have to see in the future.

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