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Draco's Downfall	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12587 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Kreacher was already in the soon-to-be-shared room: “I found some more furniture, Master, so you have a desk, wardrobe and shelves separate from Master Malfoy’s. Is that all right?”

“Looks fine to me, thanks Kreacher. Are you happy with that, Malfoy?”

Draco looked around his diminished personal area: “Not really, but it looks okay, I guess. How soon is Blaise leaving?”

Kreacher popped away, smiling to himself and secretly admiring Harry for attempting to tame the shrewish Malfoy brat.

“Not immediately. Blaise has to have some recompense before you apologise to him.”

“What …? Oh no … I’ll apologise immediately …”

“… You will wait a few minutes before you do.”

“Merlin’s balls, Potter. Please?”

Blaise was looking intrigued and Harry indicated that he should sit; which he did.

“I think you should get changed, Malfoy. All your clothes got dirty in our escapade in the Forbidden Forest.”

Draco started to walk towards the bathroom.

“Not in there Malfoy, in here. I’m sure Blaise would be interested in what you’re going to show him.”

“No way!”

“Oh yes! Face us as you remove your clothes … and don’t hide behind the bed or anywhere else either. You may only leave the room when I give you permission.”

Blaise and Harry watched as Draco tried to fight his own promise. Slowly, as the blond's shame appeared; Blaise had a brief résumé of how Harry had gained ascendancy.

“Merlin, Harry! Congratulations! Is he under Imperio?”

“No! He promised on his magic to obey me. I thought a little revenge was in order.”

“Little is not what I call that implement. He’s always been shy around us. I can’t see why, with something like that I’d be proud to show it off.”

Draco was pink with embarrassment, so Harry twisted the tail of the punishment a little further.

“Would you like to undo the laces, Blaise?”

“Really? Yes please, how far can I go? He never let us touch him, you know.”

“Voldie and the death eaters did and so did his two minders; but he was under Imperio or threat of Crucitatus so maybe that doesn’t count. Well Malfoy … What are you waiting for … Let Blaise undo the laces. You’re to let him fondle you after they’re undone until you cum as well.”

Blaise looked at Draco’s throbbing cock and tentatively touched the purple prong.

“Try caressing his glans first, Blaise. It’s very sensitive. No need to start on the knots immediately if you don’t want to.”

“Right ho, Harry. Like this?”

Blaise used two fingers and a thumb to gently pinch stroke Draco’s glans. Draco gasped and tried to pull away, so Harry slapped his bottom. Blaise used his fingers to excite the almost black knob end again. Draco quivered and huffed as Blaise tickled Draco’s receptive mushroom, the blond’s knees spasmed too. Harry moved round behind his captive, unzipping as he did so. A quick lubricating charm had Harry’s hard-on pushing in between the blond’s bum cheeks. Draco squirmed, whilst Blaise momentarily admired a Gryff prick before it started to disappear; returning his attention to his primary target.

Applying his fingers more harshly, Blaise had Draco moving his body backwards, effectively impaling himself on a proud Potter prick. As Draco drew forward, so did Harry, each time he went a little deeper until he was fully ensheathed. The Slyth’s Blaise-induced gyrations thereafter masturbated Harry without him having to put in too much physical effort. The process was highly stimulating, both for Harry and for Draco. By the time Blaise had lazily undone the knots Draco was a quivering heap of jelly, only held upright by Harry’s inserted intumescence and the Gryff’s arms hugging him. Each caress of the shining knob-end in Blaise’s hand had Draco’s legs spasming into the air. Needless to say Draco was weeping copiously by the time Blaise had managed the valedictory wank.

As he shot his load, Draco pleaded: “Please Potter, please, please Blaise no more. The only part of my body that is not twitching is my prick and that would be if Blaise’s fingers were not gripping it.”

Harry unplugged his dripping cock and the two young men carried Draco to his bed, plonking him face down on the coverlet. They were amazed by Draco’s antics, arching, quivering and huffing as the fabric excited the susceptible prong beneath him. They sat on the other bed watching Draco’s bum flex and shiver; Harry’s hard on had not been put away, and Blaise fished out his own implement to play with.

Tentatively Harry placed an exploratory hand on Blaise’s knee; Blaise winked at Harry and transferred his fingers into the tanned Gryff’s pubic proximity.

Draco eventually worked out that he would be better lying on his back. So, using what little energy he had left, slowly squirmed round; huffing as his intumescence scraped on the bedclothes. Then he spied two wanking males. What might have been softening; instantly sprang to attention and began to ache in sympathy. His eyes remained fixed on the mini-orgy and his hands automatically strayed towards his prick.

There was a shriek and Draco arched up off the bed giving the seated pair a good side-view of straining buttock muscles before subsiding.

“Please stop it, you two. You’re turning me on and it’s too painful to touch my cock.”

The engrossed pair just chuckled lasciviously and carried on mutually masturbating; rising to stand over the prone blond. There were more shrieks before they reached their culmination. Because Draco was unable to discipline his own libido his cum only came out in dribbles. It was soon mixed into a spunk puddle on his belly as two more loads splashed out.

“Merlin, Draco, you look so debauched, lying there with a spent pink prick and cum all over your body. Have you got a camera, Harry?”

“Yes, but it’s digital and sometimes doesn’t work when there’s lots of magic around.”

“May I borrow it and try, please.”

“Of course.”

“No! no! no!” Draco pleaded and tried to cover his genitals with his hands; only to shriek, arch his back and remove them.

Harry gave Blaise the camera, caught hold of Draco’s hands and held them above his head. There was a flash and then another one as Draco groaned in horror. One of the pictures had worked and the two young men giggled over the result.

Blaise looked gleefully at the blond, placed a hand on Draco’s genitals and squeezed. Draco sobbed and arched his back.

“Right, Draco; Harry has promised me a print-out to ensure your good behaviour in future, understand?” Blaise squeezed again.

“Uh-h-h … Yes … Uh-h-h … I apologise … Uh-h-h … For my bad behaviour … Uh-h-h … Most heartily … Uh-h-h … Please don’t show it around … Uh-h-h … My mother … Uh-h-h … would have a fit … Uh-h-h … If she saw it … Uh-h-h.”

“That’s my insurance isn’t it, Drakie.” Blaise blew a quick mocking kiss and Draco grimaced. “You know, Harry; you ought to let Justin and Michael into the secret. When the pink toad was in charge he and his two minders did all kinds of unspeakable things to them, just because they were an item.”

“They still are, I think. At least they were very eager to share a room together when we were resting after the battle. Get dressed Malfoy … Oh … I think you’d better have a shower first … Come to think of it; I will too … are you joining us, Blaise?”

“Why not, it might be fun.”

Draco looked grumpy: “Not for me it won’t.”

And for Draco it was not. The shower would hold two comfortably, but three was a bit of a squash. Draco was put in the middle so that one of them was always touching him. Things turned into a mini orgy, with Draco as the filling in the human sandwich, either being frotted or ridden, and sometimes both at the same time. He was very twitchy and the other two enjoyed his involuntary spasms in between them. He became cream-covered briefly, but the hot water washed it off almost immediately.

A little game developed once Harry had found that the shower head was detachable.

Blaise hugged Draco’s arms, riding his cock in the blond’s crack. Harry adjusted the spray so that only a few powerful squirts emerged. These he used to spray Draco’s susceptible bits making him squirm against Blaise’s pubes. Once Blaise had had his thrill Draco was turned round to wriggle against Harry. For Draco, the overstimulation had one good side – his delicate bits became numb – so that, when he got dressed later, his silken undershorts did not give him another involuntary orgasm.

Passions slaked, Blaise left. Harry and Draco sat down to sort out their specimen bags and catalogue what they had found. They found it easier to co-operate, because Harry could relate the behaviour and habitats of the plants; Draco supplying their uses for potions or healing.

Later on in the week they were both chuffed to receive ‘O’s as a result.

### MAIN HALL ###

They had finished most of that homework in time to go for lunch. Naturally they sat on their house tables. Both of them seemed less tense than before. Ronald sat down next to Harry

“Where’s Hermione, Ron?”

“In the library, with sandwiches as usual. Hey! What’s this I hear about you shacking up with Malfoy?”

“McG needed a room for Justin and Michael who have just turned up.”

“You could have shared with me.”

“Yes I could, and then played gooseberry whilst you two made out every evening. Either that or stay in the common room until after midnight.”

“Okay … Thanks … I think … But why Malfoy? He’s worse than before.”

“Not any more he isn’t. I’ve tamed him.” Harry went on to give Ronald the low down about what happened.

“So you’re doing what the doctor ordered. Well done Mate … Erm … Can I have a look at your essays about plants please.”

“Yes! As long as you make notes and don’t copy verbatim; pop round in about an hour.”

### HOMEWORK ###

In the shared rooms Draco and Harry had just put the completing displays of plant leaves in their presses when there was a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” Draco called out.

“Ron to see Harry, Ferret,” came back through the door.

“Come in Weasel. Come to see how two proper students live, have you. At least my partner has an equivalent income to mine. Not like your impoverished family. I bet squirmy Hermy’s not that much better off either.”

“I thought you said you’d tamed him, Harry.”

Harry looked calculatingly at Draco: “Yes Ron, I thought I had too.”

Draco realised his mistake, mentally cutting his tongue out and crossing his fingers hopefully: “I’m just popping to the library, Potter. There’re a couple of books we need for the transfiguration homework.”

“I’d like you to stay, Malfoy,” Harry said dangerously: “Hermione’s in the library and she won’t take kindly to you appearing after you insulted her so badly yesterday. Ron still has a score to settle about that, haven’t you Ron?”

“Yes … So what’s it to be Ferret?”

Draco grabbed his wand ready to hex his way out.

“Put your wand down, Malfoy.” Harry was brandishing his baton also: “Time to give Ron some recompense. Give him your belt, please.”

“No!” Nevertheless Draco did put his wand on the table and begin to unbuckle his belt.

Ronald looked at Harry and raised his eyebrows.

“Trousers and undershorts off, Malfoy; roll your shirt up as well.” Harry sounded stern: “Bend down and grip the back of the chair, legs splayed.”

“No, no, please Harry, he might miss and do me untold harm.”

“Will you miss, Ron?”

“I doubt it, Harry. Remember how good I am at de-gnoming the garden at home.”

“Yes! You catch them whether they jink or jiggle out of the way. Right, Malfoy open those legs wider. Would you like me to tie them apart?”

“No! I’ll be a good little victim … Is that wide enough?”

“No! Wider … Wider … Wider still!”

Draco was sobbing quietly, realising that his balls and drooping cock were visible from the rear. Harry whispered some instructions to Ronald, who nodded and grinned. Carefully he brought the dangling belt up to pat the dangling child-makers, making Draco gasp. Ronald did this a few times and then altered his stance’ bringing the belt down across Draco’s backside with a resounding thwack. A few of those and then Ronald changed sides. This time there were some false swishes and Ronald giggled at Draco’s involuntary grunts when nothing contacted his bare arse. A kind of competition took place with Ronald trying to catch Draco when his cheek muscles were relaxed, eliciting a scream when he was successful. Sometimes balls pats were interspersed or occasional well aimed strokes from the top that clipped down the blond’s arse crack. Because the beating turned Draco on he soon became hard, as Harry knew he might. Ronald saw what had happened and stopped wielding the strap. He pulled Draco into a standing position and clocked the blond’s erection.

“Merlin, Ferret, you’re a masochist aren’t you, look at that boner.” Ronald gently flicked the belt catching Draco’s cock and wrapping the leather round his stem. Draco gasped and pulled back thus tightening the wrapping. Ronald started jiggling the belt.

“Please Harry, stop him.”

“Why should I? I’m not the one who goes hard when my bum’s smacked.”

“Ferret has a fetish for spanking,” Ronald jeered and jerked the belt even harder so that Draco vibrated in lust.

Eventually the belt became unwound and Draco stood there with his red boner sticking out of the opening in his fallen shirt; it was weeping precum. The door opened and in swept Hermione, closely followed by Blaise.

“Harry; what’s this about you rooming with that nasty squirt …? Ooh …! I say that’s a big one.” Hermione stared at Draco’s prominence and he brought his hands in front of him to shield it from view.

Hermione shook herself and looked at Harry, grabbing one of Ron’s hands at the same time. “Blaise said you had tamed little Lord Fauntleroy, but I didn’t really believe him. Have you fucked the blond bastard yet, Harry?”

Draco looked horrified and tried to back into the bathroom.

Harry chuckled: “Malfoy, stay where you are and take your shirt off.”

“But Potter she’s a girl and she’s staring at my bits.” Draco needed both hands to take his shirt off, amply revealing his shrinking appendage. As soon as the shirt was off Draco tried ineffectually to pull his tee-shirt down, eventually giving up and guarding his jewels with his hands. The whole process was watched avidly by the select audience.

“The answer to your question Hermione is yes, a couple of times at least.”

“Are you feeling any better for it, Harry?”

“I think so, although it’s early times yet.”

“Ferret isn’t, he goes hard when he’s smacked,” Ronald put in: “I was just belting his backside for insulting you a couple of days ago, Dear.”

Hermione gave Ronald a quick kiss: “My knight errant, thank you.” She stood quietly for a minute and then a wicked smile formed on her lips: “I’ve heard of this, but never seen it. I think it would be educational to witness such a thing. Blaise, be a good guy and lock the doors. Oh! And make a good silencing charm as well, please.”

Blaise chuckled, rubbed his hands in anticipation and did as Hermione had asked. Draco gaped in horror.

“Right now, I think we’d better have the participant naked.”

“You heard the lady, Malfoy, strip!”

“But Potter?” Draco pleaded and at the same time started to obey

Hermione ogled the red bubble butt as he bent to remove his socks and shoes. She also ogled the nest of pubes when he took the tee-shirt off over his head.

“Same position as before, Malfoy and don’t forget to spread them wide.”

Draco was furious and red with rage or embarrassment, but he had to do as he was bid. Ronald continued the varied treatment and Hermione sat on the ground to watch Draco’s tackle re-engorging.

“Stop a minute, Darling. I want to see how slippery his precum is.”

Draco’s face was a picture as Hermione’s hand smeared the fluid round his glans and nipped. Harry surreptitiously moved his boner into a more comfortable position under his zip. Hermione clocked it, but said nothing. More of Draco’s precum appeared so she spread that too.

“Potter!” Draco hissed: “Make her stop, I’m almost there.”

“No way. In fact I think you should straighten up so we can all see what’s going on. I suggest you hold the bedposts for support when you cum.”

Draco went redder, if that were possible, and quailed as he did as he was told. Hermione altered her stance and the small audience shuffled round to get a better view. Hers was not a quick pump to get to the climax quickly, but a slow and methodical caress making Draco shudder every time she found a cool spot. His balls started to rise, ready for firing. When the bushy haired Gryff saw this she stopped her ministrations until Draco’s gonads hung down again. She repeated the process again so that by the fifth time Draco was begging for release.

“Huh … Please Mu-Oh-Granger … Huh-h … I apologise heartily … Huh-h-h … For insulting you earlier … Huh-h-h-h … I promise … Huh-h-h-h-h … Never to do it again … Huh-h-h-h-h-h … If only I could cum … Huh-h-h-h-h-h-h … Please don’t stop … Huh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h … Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h … Th-th-thank you.”

Egged on by the others Hermione caressed Draco’s cock-head causing him to collapse onto the bed and twitch uncontrollably. She continued the treatment with Draco’s body spasming in pulchritudinous pain.

Harry, very turned on by this display, had been drawn nearer and nearer to the action and was practically standing over Hermione. Another wicked gleam lit her eyes and one hand grabbed Harry’s very prominent bulge.

“What did you do that for?” Harry tried to pull away, only to grimace as his female friend gripped more firmly.

“I think you should demonstrate your prowess on Malfoy.” Hermione transferred her other hand to Harry’s zip and pulled it partially down, transferring the gripping hand inside and completing the zipping.

“What, make a public show of myself? No way!”

Blaise grabbed Harry’s arms, as Hermione popped his top button. Ron cottoned on and pulled down Harry’s trousers and briefs. Hermione now had hold of the bare skin of Harry’s throbbing robin.

“I’ve seen it before, Harry, many times at the Burrow; so has Ron; although I must say not in its glorious splendour, like this. All we want to witness is malicious Malfoy’s downfall. So do your duty.” With that she gave his mushroom a twirl and Harry huffed.

“Just do it, Potter,” came from the bed: “I recognise a worked up female and know just what they can do if they’re thwarted. I’ve had too many bad experiences with Aunt Bella.”

“Yes Harry, you owe us one, after you walked in on Hermione and me a couple of weeks ago.” Ronald grinned: “We were totally naked so you can be too.”

“Ron and I will strip you, Potter, if you don’t agree,” came from Blaise.

Harry held up his hands in surrender and huffed as Hermione caressed his knob-end again: “Alright, alright, I’ll be a good little fucker.”

“Stop swearing Harry!” Hermione let go and swatted Harry’s cock.

“Huh-h-h! That’s good from one who’s playing with someone else’s prick, and it’s not even her boyfriend’s. Besides, it wasn’t swearing really, it was a description of my intentions.” Harry removed his upper garments and kicked off his shoes; moving towards the bed: “Turn over Malfoy; I’m having you doggy style.”

“Yes please Potter!”

As he cast ‘Lubricio’ and inserted, Harry wondered exactly what that ‘please’ had meant. He soon forgot his musings in his enjoyment of Draco’s insides.

Ten minutes elapsed and Draco stiffened, trapping Harry’s cock.

“Take a few seconds rest, Lover. Look around you and then we can continue.”

Harry peeked at the audience; feeling bashful about performing in public. He need not have worried, for Hermione had her hand inside Ronald’s flies, with his hand up her skirt. Blaise was stretched out in one of the chairs, totally exposed and manually working himself up towards fruition.

Harry chuckled and recommenced buggering Malfoy; however this time one of his hands found Draco’s cock and pumped it. Harry and Draco came almost as one and then had leisure lying on the bed watching whilst the others caught up.

“She’s quite terrifying when she’s worked up, isn’t she,” whispered Draco.

“Yes, but I’ve never seen her worked up about sex before,” Harry whispered back: “It was her persistence that pulled me through the chase after the Horcruxes.”

“Nasty things those, at least I escaped that bit of dark tuition. He kept it a secret from everyone, you know.”

“Yes, he would, we had enough problems getting rid of them, and the Headmaster died because of two of them. Remember when we escaped the fiendfyre, that coronet was one of them, destroyed by the intense heat.”

“What are you two whispering about?” Hermione loomed over them.

“My rescue from the fiendfyre, Granger.”

“Oh! You should be everlastingly thankful to Harry for that.”

“But I am.” Draco sounded insincere.

“Can I beat him this time, please Harry? It’ll put an edge to my appetite for dinner.”

“Please, Potter, don’t say yes. I’ll let you fuck me again, please?”

“I can fuck you anytime I please, Malfoy. If Hermione wants to work out her injured feelings on you, then I’ll assist her. You have to expiate for seven years of insults. You must bear your punishment stoically.”

“But … But …”

“… Shut up Malfoy, and prepare yourself. How do you want him Hermione?”

“Spread-eagled, please Harry.”

“Upright or lying down?”

“Upright sounds interesting, how about between the bedposts?”

“You heard the lady, Malfoy get to it!”

Draco tried to object, but no words came out – having been told to shut up – He glowered at Harry and sullenly climbed on the foot of his bed. He stood on the mattress and opened his legs slightly. Harry grabbed his ankles and made sure each foot rested against the base of the bedpost. This overbalanced the blond so he had to grab the bedposts to steady himself. Harry climbed on the bed and moved Draco’s hands further up the bedposts.

“If you move your hands or feet, Malfoy, you will be tied to the posts and the punishment appropriately lengthened. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Potter’” Draco almost sobbed, his tongue having been loosened by Harry’s request.

“Ron, be a dear and fetch me my new potions case, please.”

“Okay, whotcher going to do to him?”

“That depends on how he takes his punishment, doesn’t it?”
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