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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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Hermione’s chastisement consisted of flicking the belt all over Draco’s body. She avoided his head and his pubic area; aiming for specific areas and then changing after a few successful slaps. Hit man-tits seemed to fascinate her, as well as his arse-dimples. His six-pack was tanned as well as the fair fuzzy belly beneath. The beating affected his libido again and by the time Ronald returned Draco was hard and leaking precum. Whilst Hermione sorted through her potions, in full sight of the victim; Ronald used one of the shoelaces to separate and tie up Draco’s balls, much as Harry had, but without the ensuing cross-gartering of the blond’s prick.

Hermione straightened up from her potions work with a watercolour paint brush, and a palette of colours.

“I’m in an artistic mood, Malfoy and intend to paint your penis.”

“Stop her, Potter, those are not just pigments, they’re potions that will sting and burn. ”

“Will you draw blood Hermione?”

“No, Harry. Neither will they cause permanent harm. But he’ll be very uncomfortable for the next few hours or so.”

Hermione dipped her brush into the red paint, held Draco’s prick and carefully outlined his throbbing veins. Next came yellow; covering the centre tube underneath. Blue outlined the hollows either side of that, and orange the outer tubes, side and underneath. His prick’s upper surface became grass green. One ball ended up metallic blue whilst other was an eye-watering fluorescent green. His glans edges were picked out in the red and alternate stripes of different colours led from there to the glans-eye. By this time Draco was squirming and gasping because the brush tickled. As a finale, the witch put a big blob of purple on her brush, held Draco’s knob upright, squeezed its slit open and inserted the brush; it excited his urethra as it entered and withdrew.

“Okay Ron you may release the cord now, thank you. Harry would you tell Malfoy to get down now, but he’s not to touch his pubic area.”

“You heard the lady, do it; and don’t put you hands anywhere near your balls.”

“Yes, Potter.”

As Draco descended the paint-potions began to take effect. The red became very hot, the blue very cold, green stung whilst the yellow tickled. The stripes seemed to throb as they fought for control of his finial and the orange enhanced the tenderness. Purple was the worst, because it made his inner passages swell and become hypersensitive. Draco danced around waving his genitals and leaking precum. As each minute drop squeezed its way up his swollen urethra it felt like a mini-orgasm. He tried to cover up with his shorts but the orange only exacerbated his extreme libidinous feeling when the fabric touched. Burying himself in the bedclothes was even worse. He wept and jiggled, huffed and bucked, enjoying and hating the exquisite pain of seemingly continuous coition; whilst his audience ogled the multi-coloured display of his most private parts and observed his dimpling backside. He headed for the bathroom and a shower.

Hermione saw where he was going: “I wouldn’t wet them, if I were you, Malfoy. I put some aquasens potion in the mix and you know how that acts, don’t you?”

“You Mudblood bitch – I’m suffering agonies already; aquasens will make it three times worse.”

“Accio water-pistol,” Ronald pronounced, with calculating grin: “You’ll pay for calling my girlfriend bad names, Malfoy.”

“Oh-h-h No-o-o-o!”

It is quite difficult trying to hit the pubic area of a retreating target with a squirt. Draco’s back was well dampened as he scampered around the bedroom with Ronald pursuing him, water pistol at the ready. Blaise opened the doors into the passageway and Draco mindlessly fled down the corridor. Having done a circuit of the common room they returned, followed by hoots of derisive laughter.

Harry did not want Draco’s punishment to become public knowledge. So he closed the door with himself on the outside; sternly explaining to the mob that it had been a dare linked to a truth-or-dare game they were playing. It worked, earning Draco some grudging admiration for undertaking such an assignment. It also got people wondering what the truth was that Draco wished not to reveal. That kind of gossip was far more preferable to public order than everyone joining in a hue and cry for Draco’s blood.

There was also some appreciation of the size of his accoutrements. The giggling voyeurs calmed down and dispersed, so Harry returned through the double set of doors to see what was happening to the Malfoy scion.

Draco was crouched down in a corner blubbing, with his back facing outwards. Every now and again his buttocks tensed and lifted upwards as one of the potions became unbearable. Hermione was holding Ronald in a hug and counselling him to wait.

“Once we’ve had dinner, Darling; the effects will have worn off, then you can do it. I have some other ideas to put into practice first.”

“Okay, that’s a good idea.” Ronald put the water pistol away: “You’re off the hook for the time being, Ferret. But no recompense has been paid for the last insult.”

Blaise cackled: “Oh Drakie! A woman’s wrath and the sword of Damocles; your next few days are going to be very interesting. Harry, may I be in the audience please?”

Harry grinned: “Of course! Our Drakie is going to enjoy entertaining us, aren’t you, Drakie? Now stand up, turn round and let us see the show.”

Draco arose and presented his throbbing genitals for all to see. He also jerked and gasped. “Potter … Don’t call me … That … H-horrible name.”

Harry could see seminal fluid spurting from the rainbow hued mushroom and each time that happened, Draco’s body spasmed in concert.

“You do not order me around; you’re the one that obeys my orders, Drakie. I think it’s a sweet little name; quite suitable for the pink toad’s special prefect. I’m sure she’d approve if I could ask her.”

“Actually Harry, it was her who christened him that,” Blaise informed them: “We all thought it was a hoot, didn’t we, Drakie?”

Draco tried to put on a long suffering look, but the effect was spoilt by him panting and throwing out his hips for another squirt of spunk.

“Oh Merlin! Will this ever stop?” he cried out.

“Nicely in time for Dinner, Drakie,” Hermione looked calculating: “By the way Harry, McG’s now obtained a separate table for the returnees. She says it’ll stop people pestering us. Do make sure that your room-mate comes to sit with us. I’ve done my Transfiguration homework; just the Herbology to do in the meantime.”

“We did the Herbology first so it’s the other way round.”

“I’ve got these books if you’d like to borrow them.”

“Yes please, a debauched Drakie is in no fit state to meet Madam Pince in the library.”

“Oh I don’t know,” Blaise smirked: “Can you imagine her face when he showed her his multi coloured prick.”

“Maybe her eyes would light up and make a grab for it.” Ronald adopted a falsetto voice: “‘Ooh Drakie darling, I didn’t know you cared!’ and push him onto the table smothering him in kisses.”

The others roared with laughter; only to be redoubled when Draco’s horrified look was changed to a gesture of pleasure as another spasm overtook him.

Within half an hour the worst of the paroxysms were over, the others left and a naked, exhausted Draco sat down at the table with Harry to do their homework. A note fell out of one of the books, it was in Hermione’s handwriting and addressed to Harry. He opened it, read it, looked at Draco and giggled.

“Go on, what does it say?”

“It’ll put you off your homework; I’ll tell you when you’ve finished.”

“Yes Uncle Sev,” Draco replied scornfully. Nevertheless he buckled down to his essay.

Every now and again, Draco would jerk. Harry would look up, and give Draco a knowing smile. Draco found this very irritating, as Harry had intended it should. The result was that Harry finished first so he went and peered over Draco’s shoulder.

“I think you should put the spell-checking charm on that essay, Drakie. I’ve spotted at least ten mistakes.”

Draco ground his teeth, but did as Harry advised – he had to make twenty-nine alterations.

At last the homework was finished.

“Okay I’m done. Now what was so amusing?”

“You are to sit between Hermione and me, with her on your right. They’ll save places for us.”

“And?” Draco could sense that that was not all the message.

“You’re not to wear any undershorts under your trousers.”

“They’ll scrape my sore penis!”

“No they won’t. You’re to leave the zip undone.”

“I don’t think I want any Dinner.”

“She says I’m to order you to go. So you will accompany me to dinner and when we sit you’ll be on my right!”

“Merlin’s balls, Potter; I can cover up whilst walking, but when I sit down the flies will tent outwards and my prick will pop out for everyone to see. I’m definitely not hungry now.”

Harry referred to the note: “It’s an oval table, she says, and Ron and Blaise will flank us. So you’ll be all right as long as you make no hurried moves. You will come with me to dinner with your flies open Mr Malfoy, so stop grizzling. I’m going for a shower; want to join me?”

“No way, it’ll reactivate the potions. I’ll just sponge everything else down.”

Harry looked at the note again and then read it out aloud: “P.S. Tell Malfoy that after the second dose of water the potions will stop working …”

“… Thank Merlin for small mercies …”

“… Let me finish – The colouration, however, is semi permanent …”

“… Oh No …!”

“… Removal charms will re-activate the potions’ other properties.” Harry grinned delightedly: “Don’t be too distraught, Drakie, we change our skin every seven years, so it won’t be visible by then.”

To say that Draco was in a dark mood when Harry marched him down to dinner; was like saying Lucius at his most demeaning was ‘slightly off’. Draco was fuming and afraid at the same time; so much so that his emotions temporarily nullified the erectile tendencies of the potions. Harry had shown him how to hide his disarrayed clothes under his gown. Something that Harry was very adept at, having had to wear and hide Dudley’s ill-fitting cast-offs at the beginning of his school career. Therefore there was nothing to poke out as they walked.

“Hello, Drakie, we’ve saved you a place.” Hermione assayed to be all coy sweetness as she patted the chair beside her.

Draco carefully folded his clothes as he sat down.

“Drakie; you’ll be ever so hot if you hug your gown around you like that.” Hermione’s little girl voice was cloying: “Harry, do help our newfound friend to loosen up a bit.”

Harry quickly cottoned on: “Drakie, open your gown out, so we can see your normal clothes, please?”

Draco blanched, partly because he had to do as he was told; partly because one each of Hermione’s and Harry’s hands were on his upper thigh, and partly because this had reactivated his libido and his sun was rising.

As he tried to fight off the invading digits Harry whispered: “Don’t fight us, Drakie, or I’ll dip my finger in my water glass and sprinkle it, understand? Now grab your soup spoon and start eating.”

They worked in unison, pulling apart his flies and tucking them beneath his balls. Had anyone looked over his shoulder they would have seen the full rainbow effect down below. Occasionally Hermione would caress his prong and he would jerk. If he stopped eating, Harry would dip a finger in the cleansing bowl and let it drip. Draco knew what that meant and hurriedly ate another fork-full. All went well until after the final course.

“Harry, how am I to stand up when the staff leave? I’ll show them everything.”

“Don’t worry, Drakie, all will be revealed in good time.” Hermione ran her finger lightly up the underside of his prick and round the edges of his mushroom and then turned to chat to Ronald.

Draco was not at all reassured by that last remark and fretted over it whilst very slowly sipping his coffee. The result was that, as his worries increased, his erection decreased.

The Headmistress’s glass tinged and the body of students rose as the staff did. Draco gritted his teeth and stood.

“Venusto Penis Malfam.” Hermione whispered.

Draco looked down and his flies appeared to be intact although he could still feel the zip teeth still riding behind his balls. Worry gone, he immediately went hard again. The Headmistress walked towards them smiling.

“That glamour was very well cast, Hermione. I’d heard of your dare, Mr Malfoy; are you still bound by it?” McGonagall looked at his disguised crotch: “Very grand, very colourful, Mr Malfoy.” She gave Draco her usual tight-lipped smile: “Perhaps you should be told that the head of Hogwarts commands its magics and those magics allow the incumbent to see everything that is magically hidden.” Then she moved on.

Draco immediately lost his erection for the third time and stared in horror at the Headmistress’s retreating back.

“I think we should restore your glory, Drakie.” Hermione licked her hand and put the damp fingers under his glamour and touched his flabbiness: “You have two minutes to reach your room before the potions reactivate;” then she grinned evilly at him.

Draco took off like bolt of lightening, followed by the rest of the giggling group at a more leisurely pace. When they arrived in the room they collapsed with laughter. Draco was naked and humping. However Hermione’s small circular glamour still hid his pubic area in the main, but at every gyration his glans poked through what appeared to be cloth, and little drips of precum oozed out of his purple slit.

“Huh … Please … Huh … H-Hermione … Huh … Please … Huh … Remove … Huh … The … Huh … Glamour … Huh … It tingles … Huh … Every time … Huh … I … Huh … P-p-penetrate … Huh … It-t-t-t … Huh-h-h-h-h … Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh.”

A bigger squirt came out and Draco arched enough for most of his prick to be visible. Harry moved quickly and grabbed the glans allowing the glamour to ride up and down Draco’s stem. More jism squirted out into Harry’s fist which soon became coated and, as with the creeper, Draco’s prick slipped out of Harry’s hand. Because he was gripping hard the sensation Draco received was overpowering. Luckily he was near the bed and passed out on to it. However his unconscious body kept on humping the floating glamour.

Hermione cast to remove the disguise and Draco’s comatose body slowly lost its gyrations. There was a large pool of sticky cum inside and around his navel.

“That was unusual,” remarked Hermione: “He should not have been able to penetrate the glamour. I wonder what caused that. See you later guys, I’m off to the library.”

“I’ve got two lots of homework to complete,” said Ronald and departed.

“Erm … Harry?”

“Yes, Blaise?”

“Would you mind too much if I stayed for a bit?”

“No!” Harry smiled knowingly: “You wouldn’t happen to like an invitation to share another shower, would you?”

Draco had recovered somewhat and was still lying on the bed with his eyes closed; he opened them and sat up: “Oh No! Not again, my prostate is already fully drained.”

“You have to have a shower sometime soon, Draco. All that activity has made you sweat buckets. There’s a damp patch on the sheets where you were lying.” Blaise walked to near the bed and sniffed ostentatiously: “Besides which you smell like a cheap Chinese brothel.”

“It’s only once more, Malfoy. Don’t you remember what Hermione wrote in the note?” tempered Harry.

Draco sighed: “Yes, Potter, I do. So I suppose I’d better get on with it.” Draco struggled to rise.

“Not yet it’s too early.” Harry gently pushed Draco back onto the bed and firmly held him down.

Draco began to look alarmed: “What the fuck?”

“Exactly! Blaise, would you do the honours, please? After all, you watched me fuck him earlier; I think I’d like to be in the audience this time.”

“Love to, Harry; would you sit behind his head and hold his ankles apart for me?”

“That means I would be lying on top of him.”

“Not if we fold him in half, it means that his bum muscles will be tight and give me a greater thrill. After all, I’m not the size you are.” Blaise had finished divesting himself of his clothes and Harry inspected his package.

“It’s still bigger than average, I think,” replied Harry as he arranged himself comfortably with Draco’s head resting in his lap.

“How do you know?” Blaise was oiling his tool ready for action.

“I’ve seen all my dorm-mates morning woodies as well as people fooling around in the showers after Quidditch.”

“Don’t I get a say in all this?”

“No, Malfoy; yours is to provide the vehicle for Blaise’s passion; legs up.”

Draco’s legs rose in obedience to his master’s command, and Harry tucked the blond’s ankles under his armpits. Blaise poured a little palm oil onto Draco’s exposed rosebud and massaged it in with a finger or two.

“Release his legs a moment, Harry. He’s too tight.”

“I think he’s clenching, too. Fine Malfoy, fight us if you like, I’ll just get Hermione to give me some more paint.”

“Oh no!”

Without having to release Draco’s ankles, Harry and Blaise saw the muscles relax; Blaise’s tanned boner slipped inside.

“Just for that bit of defiance, will you make it last, please Blaise?”

“I had intended to, Harry. I’m aiming for his love bump, so, with a bit of luck, he’ll cum without us touching his prick.”

“Not seen that before – this should be fun.” Harry was uncomfortable, so he unzipped, pulled out his proud plonker and rested it Draco’s hair

“He did it to Justin and Michael whilst the rest of us watched; it was during the pink toad’s time.”

“So they’ll want revenge, won’t they?” Harry moved his hips slightly and Draco’s hair tickled when he moved.

Draco groaned and looked sour: “Merlin, not more! Please Potter don’t mess up my hair.”

“Why Not? It feels very good and there’s a drop or two of precum already in it. If anyone else has a legitimate claim, they should get recompense; it’s only fair, after all.”

“I swear it was only Finch-Fletchley, Corner and you three, Potter.”

“He did other things to them as well, Harry. Do you still have that blue box, Draco?”

“No!”

“Does it have silver markings on it, Blaise and about this size?” Harry indicated with his hands.

“I do believe our little Drakie was fibbing.”

Harry understood the inference: “It’s in the bottom of that wardrobe over there. What does it contain, Malfoy?

“I’d rather not say!”

“But you will if I tell you to, won’t you …?”

“… Don’t open all your presents on the one day, Harry,” Blaise interrupted: “Why not let Justin and Michael show you what there is. I’m sure Drakie would love to be the one they demonstrate on.”

“I most definitely would not!”

“Oh but you will, Drakie, and for as long as I want. Your promise will not wear off in seven years, like your painted prick.”

“But Harry…!” Draco wheedled.

For a moment Draco’s hearers were nonplussed at his change of tone. Blaise gave the bond’s bum an extra long hump and Harry giggled.

“Oh no!” Draco gasped and juddered in jubilation.

Harry looked down; Draco’s painted rod had a shining striped finial and from the glans-eye shot out a creamy stream of spunk. Draco’s head was nodding as he came, his hair tangled round Harry’s prick and tickled thus making Harry’s gusher start to work. Blaise groaned, Draco’s spasming anal muscles were milking him. For five minutes afterwards they lay there, recovering. Eventually their intumescences subsided leaving Draco in a mess. Harry’s juices in his hair, his own contribution smearing his chest and belly, and Blaise’s cream oozing out of his anus, Draco looked thoroughly debauched. Blaise took another couple of pictures.

“Please can I get up, I need a pee,” Draco whined.

“I think you need to get cleaned up, too,” suggested Blaise.

“I’m worn out already, please no?”

Pop: “I’ve some special pepper up potion, if you’d like some Masters.”

“Thanks, Kreacher, Yes please. Why is it special?”

Kreacher grinned gruesomely at Draco: “It replaces seminal fluids very quickly too. Magical Honeymooners always take a bottle or two with them; it helps to keep jaded nerve endings receptive as well.”

“Good! Master Blaise and I will have normal doses each please, but Master Malfoy needs a triple strength one now and another when Masters Justin and Michael are invited.”
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