Sweet\'s Little Collection | By : Sweetie394 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 68340 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Here's a request by DobbyDobs on FF, embellished a bit, of course.
Day Four:
Draco Malfoy couldn't believe his luck. After seeking sanctuary with Professor Dumbledore, the old fool had pawned him off with the Weasley family. Draco sighed to himself for, what seemed like, the hundredth time that day. What was he supposed to do surrounded by all of the people he had been raised to despise? How was he supposed to keep himself entertained. He watched Potter walk into the house from the window he had perched himself at. He sneered to himself. Saint Potter. Molly Weasley's perfect little adopted son. He still couldn't get the blood traitor to show him an ounce of hospitality, but it was heaped on the golden boy's shoulders by the bucketloads. Suddenly, a way he could keep himself entertained popped into his head. He smirked and snuck down the stairs quietly.
Draco pointed his wand at Potter's back and whispered as quietly as he could...
"Imperio!"
Potter's muscles siezed for a moment and Draco felt the wash of someone else's lucidity at the forefront of his mind. He chuckled to himself. This was going to be fun.
He walked Potter into the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley was controlling the spells to stir dinner on the stove, scrub dishes from lunch, and her knitting needles which were busy in the corner knitting a baby blanket for Bill and Fleur's new addition.
"Harry, dear! Let me get you something to eat. You look a bit peaky," Mrs. Weasley offered, with a smile.
"No need, Mrs. Weasley. I know what I want, and it isn't food," came Potter's forced reply.
Draco stifled a laugh from around the corner where he hid.
"I'm sorry, dear? I don't quite know what you mean..." she trailed off as Draco walked Potter closer to her. He forced Potter to raise his wand at the woman.
"Incarcerous!" Potter cast, ropes securing Mrs. Weasley's wrists together behind her back.
"Sonusilentium," he cast quickly, as Mrs. Weasley opened her mouth. He didn't know if she was going to defend herself or scream, but they couldn't have it either way, could they? The gag that covered her mouth kept her silent.
Draco walked Potter up behind her and he bent her over the counter, harshly. Potter's hand went straight beneath her skirts, tearing her underwear out of the way, and sliding two fingers deep inside of her as she writhed and squirmed, trying to get away. Draco almost lost his focus from laughing, and Potter used that lack of focus to try to break through the curse. He almost succeeded, but Draco wasn't going to let that daft Gryffindor spoil his fun. He threw all of his power into the curse and Potter wrenched his hand away from Mrs. Weasley, who was getting wet despite herself.
Potter unzipped his trousers and withdrew his hard cock, pulling on it gently a few times. He positioned himself behind her and impaled his cock deep inside her with one long thrust. The moan that came from his lips surprised Draco more than anyone else, who hadn't forced it upon him. That prat was actually enjoying this! He would just have to turn up the heat, so to speak. He knelt Potter over Mrs. Weasley's body and sunk his teeth into the side of her neck, marking her harshly. Draco couldn't tell if the keening behind her gag was in pleasure or pain. What was wrong with these people?
Potter withdrew his cock, slamming it back inside of her, punishing her with his pace as he fucked her hard. His hands trailed up her body, cupping her huge tits beneath her shirt. He rolled her nipples between his fingers as her pussy squeezed around his cock. The sound of her orgasm broke Draco from his focus. Did she really just cum around Potter's cock? Shit! He'd lost control of the spell! He'd have to get back in the line of sight, and quickly, before Potter ran. He tore around the corner.
Potter wasn't stopping. He was thrusting into her hard and fast, over and over. He slid a hand back down her body, guiding it underneath her skirts and began toying with her clit, not slowing his pace. Draco backed out of the room with wide eyes. He was nearly out of sight when he heard Potter's 'Finite Incantatem' and almost gagged when he saw Mrs. Weasley turn in Potter's arms and kiss him deeply, Potter helping her onto the kitchen counter before continuing to punish her pussy with his cock from a new angle.
No wonder Mrs. Weasley was always so damn accomodating to the golden boy.
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