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      Published: 2013-10-10 Words: 4762
****** Draco Malfoy and the Horny Hex ******
by Ambiguous_(Roomies)
Summary
     [Movie Universe] Draco Malfoy suffers from erotic fantasies of a
     certain Gryffindor mudblood.
Notes
     There has been some proof-reading from my roommate. 
"We’ve got it, Draco. It’s the perfect spell!"
The Slugulus Eructospell - or as it was more commonly known ‘Slug-Vomiting
Charm’ - was a nasty piece of work. Malfoy considered the spell fondly,
remembering a day back in his second year at Hogwarts when the Weasley runt had
tried to curse Malfoy’s gang of Slytherin’s with it. Most of the Wizards with
weaker constitutions didn’t hold it with such high favor.
Where most Wizards saw a juvenile spell, one on par with making farting noises
or causing uncontrollable giggling, Malfoy saw a perfectly innocent and legal
way to torture others. It was humiliating, for one; it also had wonderfully
cruel physical results as well. The slime around the slugs created a vile
taste, sickness that lasted for days, and the pain of having a good pound of
slug grow inside your throat until you spewed it out. The truth was, the only
way to make it better would be to alter the spell and make it come out of other
body parts.
Malfoy had been promised this very feat. Crabbe and Goyle weren’t very smart,
so Malfoy suspected that the leader of the trio was Pansy Parkinson, who had a
Ravenclaw connection that could probably achieve this slight manipulation of
the spell.  Of course, the whole idea had to be a partnership. He suspected the
foundation of it was one of the two minions’, since it mainly focused on
vagina’s, and he was pretty certain his own girlfriend wasn’t a lesbian.
The trio of them sat down in the Slytherin common room couches, with Malfoy
pacing the floors in front of them. The idea was simple, but as they saw it
becoming real, a small hesitation struck Malfoy curiously - a conscious,
perhaps? Pansy seemed to detect this. She stood up and slid her arms
seductively around Malfoy’s neck. He thought to brush her off and put her in
her place, but she nibbled on his ear, making Malfoy feel that warm fuzziness
that inspired him to do stupid things for her. That, and fear of being
considered weak in front of her.
"Let’s do this," she purred. "I have the perfect person to try it on. Hermione
Granger, the filthy mudblood."
When she said the name Granger, Malfoy couldn’t help but feel a slight jump in
his stomach. He hated that mudblood, but only because she could make Malfoy
seem a fool without even trying. He could make her cry, but he couldn’t break
her; it was not the same in reverse.
He imagined her standing there before them. Crabbe and Goyle would be holding
her down, while Pansy, smiling the nastiest smile she could, slowly lowered her
wand to Hermione’s panties… no, pussy. Hermione Granger didn’t wear panties; at
least, not in Malfoy’s head she didn’t. He could see her grey skirt bunched up
around her waist; tears streaming from her eyes as slug after slug grew, and
then crawled out of her most sensitive of areas. The thought of her there,
helpless, while she was sexually molested by the foulest creature in the Earth
was enough to make Malfoy linger on the thought. Pansy would laugh and make
things more humiliating, the darling that she was. She’d probably make Granger
completely naked, with her milky breasts free, chained to the wall…
Malfoy pushed Pansy back so that she couldn’t feel the growing heat beneath his
robes. She gave him a quizzical glance, but as her eyes darted downwards, she
grinned wickedly.
Oh thank Slytherin she thinks it’s for her, Malfoy thought, releasing a breath
and moving his hands strategically in front of himself.
"I’m going to make her scream for you," Pansy whispered, leaning in to brush
back a strand of hair from Malfoy’s face. For just a moment, he could almost
see Pansy in the picture, whispering that very same thing as she pet Hermione’s
hair… no, pussy. Her delicate fingers exploring areas on Granger’s body that
she already knew where to find. A press here, a pinch there, with Hermione
moaning and gasping.
Where is your head at, Malfoy? He scolded himself, as Pansy nudged him. The
fantasy disappeared, and Malfoy cleared his throat before gently pushing Pansy
away again. He had to be a man in front of Crabbe and Goyle, or else they might
see how excited he was for their idea. Or any idea that involved getting
revenge on that horrible Gryffindor.
Pansy turned around and said something, but Malfoy couldn’t hear her over the
sound of Granger’s moans of pleasure playing through his head. Pansy, Crabbe
and Goyle excitedly got up to go put their plans in motion. Malfoy came out of
his dream just long enough to realize that Goyle had been speaking to him.
"You a’right there, Draco?" He asked, concern clear on his stupid face. Malfoy
always did like him better than Crabbe; soft mind, soft heart.
"This is your plan, and as far as anybody is concerned, it’s just your stupid
fantasy." Malfoy said, thinking up a lie on the spot. Goyle looked hurt, but
Malfoy couldn’t risk looking like he really wanted to get Hermione naked. He
had to be stronger than them, as an example of what a proper Slytherin male
ought to be. "I don’t want the Ravenclaw girl to see me and suspect that we’re
actually doing it."
Goyle ducked his head, muttering something about Draco always being right. He
swung the door wide as he left, and Malfoy saw that Pansy had lingered to hear
his response. Her mouthing was smiling, but her eyes searched Malfoy. It was
almost as though she was finally beginning to suspect something… no, nothing,
because there was nothing. Malfoy loved Pansy. She was beautiful, smart, and
developed her breasts a full summer before any other girl in Hogwarts. Malfoy
loved Pansy.
Malfoy loved Pansy.
The three idiots disappeared, closing the door to the common room behind them.
Once he was to himself, Malfoy wasn’t sure what to do.
"A nap would do me good," he said, aloud. "Yes, brilliant."
He crossed the stone floor to the boy’s dormitory where his bed was. The door
opened with a creak. Everything in the rooms creaked, though. The floor creaked
where there was wood instead of stone; the beds creaked when you lied down on
top of them; the mirrors creaked when the ghosts in the walls moved about. It
grated the nerves, especially when Malfoy had tried every spell he and Pansy
knew to uncreak everything. Slytherin was set in its dark, damp ways.
Malfoy’s bed made that noise that he hated as he curled up on the top. He
started thinking about Pansy, with her cat like eyes and her voluptuousness. So
many described her as ‘hard’, but he considered her beauty more to be ‘strong’
instead. She had wide cheekbones, soft lips, olive skin… Malfoy often dreamed
of her strolling into the boy’s dormitory, like she belonged there. She would
be wearing her uniform, sans the sweater and robe. Just the pleated skirt and
the crisp white shirt, tight in all of Malfoy’s favorite places. Her long socks
would be gone, replaced by silk stockings, so that her feet would better fit
the dark heels she was wearing. Her hips would sashay back and forth, with her
arms slowly working the buttons on her shirt. She would be wearing lipstick,
and her lashes would be long and soft.
It didn’t matter that Malfoy saw her walking in while Crabbe and Goyle were
there, wearing their damn embarrassing pajama’s - Crabbe’s with dinosaurs on
it, Goyle’s with crescent moons. They would be staring, jaws agape, and wishing
they hadn’t called her ugly during their first year.
"Oh Malfoy," Pansy purred, her voice donning an American accent. "I hate to
just… Slytherin-” on that cue, Pansy grabbed the bed post and slid down it,
spreading her legs and giving Malfoy’s minions a peek of her panties. She
danced back up, running her hand along her leg and lifting her skirt. Malfoy
saw the black lace, and the tight curls of pubic hair right through them. “-but
I want you in my Chamber of Secrets.”
It was like the game the boys had played in their second year, where they
turned all the names of places in Hogsmeade and Hogswart into sexual innuendo,
only it was actually sexy; it wasn’t the goofy way that Crabbe said it.
On his bed, Malfoy reached down and grabbed a hold of his warm, tingling penis.
He started to rub it, trying to get a rhythm. In his fantasy, he didn’t have
to. Pansy climbed on top of him, slowly crawling to him like a lioness on the
hunt. She had unbuttoned her shirt just so that as she crawled, Malfoy could
see down it, and know that it was just her breasts there; no bra to worry
about.
Pansy straddled Malfoy, resting her vagina right on top of his bulge. She
popped off the last of her buttons, and Malfoy watched as her breasts - perfect
in every way - jiggled and bounced as gravity got hold of them. Her dark brown
nipples were pointed, even before she grabbed one and started to play with it,
twisting it delicately.
"Oh, Malfoy," she said for the second time. Malfoy didn’t mind. He couldn’t
think of sexier things for her to say as she played with her boobs; that was
really enough right there. "Now that you’re a death eater, you can do anything.
You can do me.”
Malfoy froze, his hand trembling. In his mind, Pansy stopped. She looked at him
curiously, and he realized that he was no longer brandishing a dark mark.
"I can’t do this," he said, pushing Pansy off of his bed. "You can’t make me!"
The bed screeched as Malfoy quickly climbed off of it. He could see the phantom
of Pansy, sitting there, giving him that look from the doorway. It was the one
that said I know. It was his father, standing in the corner, shaking his head -
I know. It was the Dark Lord, staring him down, saying I know.
I know you aren’t mine.
Malfoy left the dormitory and went back to the common room. He paced a bit
more, then sat down, burying his head in his hands.
"I can’t think of her," Malfoy confessed to the furniture around him. "I can’t
think of my girlfriend because then she’ll be in my head."
And if she’s in his head, then she knows.  She knows that it twists my stomach
to think of what I must do for the Dark Lord.  Of who I love. She knows that I
can’t.Do. This.
"Of course you can," came a response.
Malfoy looked around. The room was empty. He leaned back in the couch, feeling
the plushness that was so unlike Slytherin fare. Then he saw her. Twelve years
old, with a lion’s mane framing her head. She didn’t look very different back
then. She still had that unnatural, almost boyish charm. “It’s real easy. You
just have to try it this way!”
She pulled out her wand and flicked it in the air. Malfoy didn’t see what spell
she was casting, because she disappeared. He thought of that lucky git Harry
Potter, and about how he never fell short. He stared the Dark Lord in the eyes
and called him by his name. It was because of her. She had unwavering faith
that all wizards and witches could be as good as Dumbledore, as long as they
just dedicated themselves.
She wasn’t an idiot, but she was too dumb to realize that some people weren’t
so kind hearted. Some people weren’t born into a family that would die for
them, or one that had enough brothers and sisters that if they didn’t like one,
there was another just around the bend.
The Malfoys weren’t like the Potters or the Weasleys or the Grangers.
"You stupid bitch!" Malfoy screamed at Hermione, as he pointed his wand at her
panties.“No, pussy, because sluts like you don’t wear panties. You want
everyone to see you!”
Crabbe and Goyle held Hermione down, muggle-style, while Pansy slowly rolled
Granger’s grey skirt up. Once the soft brown curls of her pubic hair were
revealed, Malfoy used his father’s favorite spell to spread Granger’s legs and
hold them down. The Ravenclaw girl showed up, dressed up like a lingerie model,
and holding her wand delicately between two shiny blue nails. She was Indian,
so her skin was a beautiful caramel shade, flawless. Her eyes were dark, her
hair falling freely down to her waist.
Malfoy nodded to her, and she moved her mouth. She didn’t say the hex because,
honestly, Malfoy couldn’t stand her beautiful mouth forming such an ugly word
as Slugulus.As Malfoy had never known any woman to give birth to slugs, he
wasn’t sure what noise Granger should be making. So she made some soft, womanly
noise of panic that was racked with painful sobs. Malfoy hardened again as
Hermione’s vagina stretched to accommodate the first slug. He could see the
slime around it, moistening Hermione’s inner cavity; the body pulsing as it
grew larger and larger, inch by inch. As it wriggled, Hermione’s legs did a
weird little dance, and her eyes widened to a look of sheer horror. Her hips
were trembling as it came out - splat - against the surface of the slab she was
held against. Draco laughed at the thin lines of slime still attaching the slug
to Hermione’s privates. Goyle lifted Hermione’s head by the hair, letting her
see the monster that had just been inside of her.
Hermione’s face crumbled, the tears flowing freely as a blush invaded her
cheeks. Pansy - now wearing nothing beside her heels - picked the slug up and
cradled it like a baby. Malfoy didn’t know why that turned him on, but seeing
it made him hot for Pansy all over again. Pansy could feel Malfoy’s mind urging
her on, so with a saucy pout, she placed the slug against her breast. Like a
leech, it grabbed on. It’s body writhed as it started suckling, and the look on
Pansy’s face was rapturous.
A rosiness crept up onto both Pansy and the Ravenclaw’s faces as they found
themselves quite suddenly enjoying themselves immensely. Pansy reached her free
hand down in between her legs. Draco wasn’t sure how women pleased themselves,
but when Pansy allowed him to roam down there, she always enjoyed him fingering
her clitoris. So that’s what Pansy did; just like a tiny penis, she used her
fingers to rub circles, moaning as she did.
"This slug is too big!" Hermione screamed, arching her back.
"I know what to do," Ravenclaw said, suddenly sporting sleek librarian’s
glasses. She gently pushed Malfoy out of the way, so as to be directly in front
of Hermione. Ravenclaw bent over, pressing her soft buttocks into Malfoy’s
pelvis. He noticed how perfectly shaped her body was, with the hips forming
that beautiful teardrop that Malfoy always dreamed a girl would have. She then
put her lips to Hermione’s clitoris, and used her tongue to simulate exactly
how Pansy was pleasing herself.
Although Draco wasn’t sure why, Ravenclaw’s technique worked. The slugs dropped
out of her faster, somehow managing to avoid dirtying Ravenclaw as they slid
within inches of her mouth. The effect it was having on Hermione was
marvellous, though. Her tears were dried, but her mouth was making this sexy
little “O” as each slug shook itself free. A deeper blush was rising fast to
her cheeks, and the sounds she was making… they were like somebody in a fever
dream. She positioned herself, finally giving in to the scene, and forced
Ravenclaw to take the entire pussy in her mouth. Ravenclaw was hesitant at
first, but was soon nuzzling into Hermione’s muff, causing the brunette to cry
for more.
Malfoy felt the heat building inside of him as Hermione leaned back, this time
her screams those of pleasure. He just couldn’t resist anymore. Ravenclaw’s
panties no longer existed; she was now naked except for those heels, bent over
in an impossible position that allowed to kiss Hermione’s cunt, but also
positioned perfectly for Malfoy’s cock. He grabbed her hips for support and
pushed himself in, unceremoniously.  There wasn’t any need for stretching or
lubrication; Ravenclaw was ready, and naturally accommodating.
"Oh, please, please…" Hermione begged. "Oh my god!"
Crabbe and Goyle had reached over and popped off Hermione’s shirt, revealing
her tiny breasts. Malfoy nodded his approval, and they put their mouths to her
body, biting down on her nipples. She screamed and struggled violently; that
only made it worse, because their teeth were clamped tight.
Ravenclaw was wet. Her insides were slick and smooth, but also tight. It didn’t
feel like a hand at all, no. Malfoy pumped her as he watched Hermione squirm.
The force of his thrusts pushed her forward, until Malfoy had to pick her up to
give them enough room. He lifted up just her legs, bending them back until her
ankles were near over her head. Somehow, his penis still slid in easy. Because
her pussy was so moist, he found himself going so fast, hitting her G-Spot
relentlessly. Ravenclaw’s eyes rolled up in her head from the pleasure she was
getting.
Pansy grew jealous, as she was prone to doing, and decided to walk around to
where Crabbe and Goyle were standing. She climbed up on the table and squatted
down, rubbing her privates directly in Hermione’s face. Hermione tried to shake
herself free at first, but then Malfoy realized it would be hotter if they were
having a three-way lesbian cunnilingus competition, and so Hermione willingly
ran her tongue along Pansy’s vaginal lips.  Hermione lapped the wetness from
Draco’s girlfriend, like a dog thirsty for water. 
The slug was still attached to Pansy’s breast, but it hung freely as Pansy
reached her hands down to grab Ravenclaw’s nipples. She twisted and turned
them, and Ravenclaw’s whole body clenched up as she orgasmed. Malfoy felt the
skin around him contracting, but he didn’t want to stop. Not when things were
getting… better… by… the… second…
… until finally, the pressure was too much, and he exploded inside of
Ravenclaw’s body.
…
The hot sperm startled Malfoy back to reality. He had been sliding down the
couch, as he found himself half in the floor and his shirt having been pulled
up his belly. His cum was all over his hand and some was on his navel, making
it all quite sticky. With a disgusted grimace, Malfoy drew his wand. A quick
cleaning spell removed everything.
Malfoy scooted back onto the seat proper, and looked around. The room was
depressing with how quiet it was. He sighed, happy that he was done with that
nasty bit of hormonal readjustment. Although one could normally hear people
approaching the common rooms, Malfoy felt shame, as though anybody who walked
in would know, instantly, that Malfoy had been jerking it.
In his panicked mind, Draco blamed Hermione, seeing as how she was the one who
kept coming up in his head. Maybe Pansy was right; maybe Granger really was
using love potions. What else would explain the intoxication that Draco felt
when he thought of her… naked… writhing beneath his touch. Weasley didn’t know
what he had. Granger had grown into her looks, and like a delicate flower still
folded in the summer, she needed help spreading her petals. By way of penis, of
course.
He leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes. There just wasn’t a point in
denying it. He was hard again.
The dank dungeon that was their home away from home suddenly became a brightly
lit room. In Malfoy’s new fantasy, they were in the Room of Requirements, and
Granger’s lean body was chained up to a wall. Her hands were tied together over
her head, but her legs were spread wide. She looked like a human arrow,
pointing towards the ceiling.
He saw her legs, waxed to a sheen and alabaster white. His eyes traced her
body, lingering on the small tuft of brunette hair strategically trimmed above
two pink folds. He imagined walking up to her and placing his hand there.
Running his fingers along her moist pussy, he thought to himself how different
it felt from Ravenclaw’s. It was more velvet, less slick; like a comfy pillow.
She threw her body around, trying to get away from him. She groaned in
frustration, cried at her humiliation, as Malfoy pinched her clitoris, making
her feel wonderful.
Then he re-imagined her breasts. In real life, Granger had two small cups;
Malfoy decided that since this was his to control, hers could be bigger this
time. Her breasts were suddenly a C-cup, but still in that pointed shape that
the smaller sizes often had. He grabbed them in his hands and kneaded them.
Pansy never let him get this far up top, but the girls in the pictures always
seemed to enjoy this. They’d lean into the touch – and in his mind, Granger did
so, pressing her nipple right into his palm. He would grab it, her nipple now
erect with sensation, and twist it until Granger gasped. He took both boobs in
his hands and gave them the same treatment, until Granger was practically
humping the air, failing to deny her body’s natural instincts.
"You want me, mudblood,” Malfoy hissed, leaning against her. Her head was back,
so his mouth was able to wander her neck. He found the spot that often pleased
Pansy, and began to bite and suck on it. Hermione wriggled beneath him. He
gently flicked her nipples with one hand, and reached the other back down to
feel the moistness forming between her legs. The noises she made were
unbearably sexy; the feeling of her at his mercy enflaming his desire to have
her completely.
Malfoy leaned back to admire the nice red mark now on her neck. Hermione
whimpered, and Malfoy could feel her clit swelling – did clits swell like
penises did? He’d have to ask Pansy. He pressed down, earning himself a sharp
inhale of breath from his captive. He moved his fingers in the same kneading
patterns as her had with her breasts, and it wasn’t a few seconds before her
hips suddenly trembled. Her cheeks lit up bright red, her mouth formed that
same “O” from before, and Malfoy realized she had just squirted herself.
He stuck two fingers inside her, confirming as much.
"Naughty whore."
Malfoy wasn’t sure what Granger would say, but he imagined it was something
like: “Oh, please Draco, no more. Please. I’m still a virgin! That stupid red-
headed Weasely’s small dick hasn’t been anywhere near me. Please don’t spoil my
untouched maidenhood!”
Or something like that, anyway.
"You can’t tell me what to do, mudblood. I’m in control!” Malfoy pushed Granger
roughly back. Her frizzy hair was actually sexy waves, and went down her back,
like Lady Godiva’s. Tears were in her eyes as Malfoy stepped back. “Remember
when your boyfriend tried to make me eat slugs? Well, I hope he enjoys this
little hex.”
Malfoy wasn’t going to make slugs come out of her vagina. That was… disturbing…
moreso because of how hot he actually thought it was. But he did raise his wand
and slice the air in front of her in a way that in no way resembled the swish-
and-flick they’d be taught in year one. Hermione’s body bucked forward. Malfoy
wasn’t sure what his spell should do, so Hermione suddenly was making those
noises that Malfoy always heard the girls in the pictures do. She moved her
hips around in circular motion, seductively dry humping the air as the red in
her cheeks grew darker. Her nipples were fine points, and she thrust them
forward, moving her body in the most impossible way, so that her ass was fully
realized while her breasts were still front and center.
He smiled. He had cast a… Horny Hex. That’s what he’d call it. It instantly
made any woman feel like they were about to experience an orgasm. Only… it
would never let them get that far. Yess! Malfoy’s heart raced at the thought of
Granger, bordering the ultimate pleasurable sensation, but unable to reach it.
Her body would ache for his touch, forever unsatisfied.
Malfoy was suddenly naked. He smiled down at his package, which was at least
five inches longer and eight inches wider than real life. Why he didn’t think
of it last go, he didn’t know. Hermione moaned for him.
"Please… put it in me… make it stop… oh god, make me cum…”
"Call me ‘God’ again, and I will."
Hermione had a defeated look in her eye. She lowered her head, and with lips
forming the most sensuous pout possible, she gasped: “You are God!”
Malfoy undid her binds with his wand. She instantly turned around and stuck out
her butt. Malfoy always knew she liked it like a dog. Like the bitch she was.
Like Ravenclaw, she just wasn’t as pure as Pansy, who would never let herself
not look Malfoy in the eye when fucking. Hermione’s vagina was well lubricated
already, so Malfoy just plunged in. Hermione cried out in pleasure – “Fuck me,
God. Fuck me. Fuck me like a bitch!” – as Malfoy rammed into her. His balls,
now the size of baseballs, bounced against her smooth cheeks. Her cunt felt
like a silken sheath, so smooth. She was definitely a virgin.
He pulled himself nearly all the way out, then quickly thrust forward again,
all the way to the balls. Hermione squeaked with every thrust. Malfoy’s penis
was so hard and strong, he decided to stand up. Hermione went with him. Her
eyes rolled back as she was suddenly being lifted through the air by Draco’s
impossibly large manhood. He walked her up against the wall, and started to
thrust again. Out again, in again, out again… his speed increased until
Hermione’s grunts of passion became a single scream.
"Oh -" he pulled out. "- God!" He pushed in. "Oh… God! Oh… God! Oh… God!"
Finally, the pressure was too much. Draco stopped thrusting as his cum burst
from his one eye. Hermione sank to her knees, whimpering. Draco thought about
cleaning himself with magic, but when he saw that Granger was realizing that
she hadn’t gone to the edge, he knew there was an opportunity for something
else he wanted to try.
"If you clean me up," he said, a wicked glimmer in her eyes. "I’ll make you cum
a thousand times."
Hermione saw no choice. She nodded and started to get up, but Malfoy wasn’t
going to let her be in control. He grabbed her by her hair, forcing her to her
knees. He then thrust his cock into her mouth. Hermione gagged – he felt the
click at the back of her throat as she did so – but Malfoy wasn’t going to
stop. He used her face that same way he’d used her pussy, and didn’t stop until
a brand new spurt of sperm was coating Granger’s throat.
Draco pulled out, and then grinned as Hermione realized that she still wanted
more. She tried to masturbate herself, but when that wasn’t working, she stood
up and tried to get Draco inside her again.
"You promised me," she started to say, her physical needs overwhelming her
mental capacity. She managed to get his head inside of her before he cruelly
pushed her away, listening to her vagina let him go with a rather wet sounding
pop.
"This room has everything you need, whore. It’s my gift to you."
Hermione’s eyes were wide as she surveyed the room. Malfoy knew there was a
stack of sex toys in there somewhere, because there just had to be. In his
mind, he walked away, not even caring that he was naked as Hermione found the
pile and started trying every single one of them. Only he knew she would fuck
herself to death before she ever felt that burst of pleasure again.
…
Malfoy opened his eyes. His hands and robes were covered in sticky white semen
again, but he could feel himself getting hard before he even thought about
cleaning up this time. Imagining his version of Granger, squirming as her body
cried for release, without any sort of fulfillment, was going to be a frequent
fantasy.
"Damn you, mudblood," he muttered, as he started pumping himself again.
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