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It was in 6th year when I finally realized what it was that I found attractive about Draco Malfoy.
It wasn’t his good looks that got me -not that he wasn’t good looking. He had an elegant beauty, with sharp cheekbones and delicate bone structure that gave off an aura of nobility. His icy blonde hair, pale complexion, and silver eyes create the impression of a snow fairy- cold, distant and fragile.
It wasn’t his money or breeding either, although there are many people who want him for that alone. Rumor has it that he is set to inherit both the Malfoy and Black fortunes when he comes of age, and all the pureblood families are scrambling to get their hands on an engagement. Not that my family particularly cares, they tend to let me be when it comes to my love life.
No, it had to be his personality of all things! He’s not kind or smart or funny. He’s not brave or generous or even “good”. He’s selfish, whiny, and privileged. He is a brat, plain and simple. And this particular brat needs to be put in his place.
A plan started to form when, one Hogsmead weekend, I came across a book of some… stimulating spells in Tomes and Scrolls while shopping for Christmas presents. It truly was an interesting read. After all, with magic- anything is possible. Even more so when it comes to being, well, sexually adventurous. Of course, I had to try a few on myself first, but that is a different story…
Once I had tested some of the spells and verified that they worked (they worked- oh my merlin, did they work!), I decided to flesh out my bare bones plan just a little. I started with picking out what spell to use on Draco, a spell that would embarrass him just enough to send him begging to me but not enough to ruin him entirely. After all, what is the fun of punishing a brat if they didn’t act up?
I needed something that would rile him up, make him squirm. Something that he would have to deal with throughout the day. Something unpredictable and personal, with perhaps a bit of public humiliation- just for fun. I also needed an element of control to it, some way for me to turn it on or off, something that I could do to keep it from being too much. It also needed to be at least a tad subtle- wouldn’t want someone to notice that something was wrong, or to have Draco think it was a big enough deal that he needed to go to the nurse.
“Draaacooo~”
I watched as he visibly stiffened , stopping in place before swiftly turning to face me.
“You-“ he panted out while pointing accusingly at me, face flushed and voice shaking “You’re the one behind this- this thing!”
“Why would you say that, Draco?” This time, I got a full frontal view as he released a small whimper, folding in on himself slightly and quivering. After taking a moment to catch his breath, he grabbed me by the arm and dragged me down the hall to the nearest empty classroom. As soon as we were both fully inside, he slammed the door shut and dropped my hand like it had burned him.
“Whatever this is, you must undo this instant, you hear me!? I don’t care who you are, you’ll pay for what you’ve done to me!”
“Oh Draco,” His knees began to shake as I began to slowly step closer to him, trapping him up against the door we just came through, “That’s not how we ask nicely, is it? I’ll give you one more try to do it right, Draco, and maybe I’ll tell you how to get rid of this little jinx.”
Now his hands were pressed against the door, probably one of the few things still keeping him upright, given how flushed his face is and how his legs shaking like a newborn colt’s. Still, despite his flustered state, he manages to look at least somewhat defiant as he begins to speak.
“Maybe? No, you will tell me how to get rid of your “little jinx” and then I’ll tell my father about this and he’ll ruin you!”
I chuckle lowly and watch his breathing turn heavier and faster as I fully press my body into his, “You know, Draco-“ I could feel his full-body shiver as his dick twitched against my thigh “I was going to let you off the hook if you were polite- a simple please would have been enough- and told you the solution to your… little problem, but you decided to be a brat. Do you know what brats get, Draco?”
At this point, he was a complete mess. His hair was no longer it’s usual perfect part, but instead was pushed back and away from his eyes- with flyways clinging to his forehead and the nape of his neck. There was a sweaty sheen to his flushed face, with a vibrant red blush staining his porcelain skin from the tips of his ears to the collar of his shirt, and potentially even further. His tie was lose around his neck -he had been fidgeting with it earlier in the day as the tension had started to build- and the top two buttons of his white school button-down were open, revealing the slightest hint of his clavicle. His vest was still on, sadly enough, but his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and he had untucked it at some point to hide the erection that was currently straining against his grey slacks.
His eyes, however, were what had me licking my lips in anticipation. His pupils were blown wide with arousal, so dark that there was only the barest hint of silver ringing the iris. But despite this, he still is able to glare determinedly at me as he firmly shakes his head, no.
“How disappointing. I had hoped you would know at least that, Draco~” I hum out, enjoying the choked sounds that come out of him when he hears his name. I feign a pout at his stubbornness, then pull away from him, nudging him away from the door with my hips.
The second I pull away, Draco leans forward- instinctually craving any kind of stimulation- before coming back to himself and sliding away from me, using the wall to support his shaking legs. I reach for the door, counting down in my head.
Three, Two…
“W-Where do you think you’re going?!” Draco let’s out a panicky whine, his voice cracking as he reaches out and grabs hold of my arm. He probably means to seem intimidating, and in another situation, he might have been. However, right now, all I can see is a whiny, pathetic brat who desperately wants to cum.
“I’m leaving. After all, everyone knows that naughty brats need to be punished. And since you seem so content to let your pride rule you, I’ll let your pride fix the fact that every time you hear your name pleasure punches you in the gut. I bet that by this point you’ve even realized that you can’t cum, no matter how many times someone calls your name or how often you try to jerk off in the boy’s loo during breaks.”
He looks on the verge of tears, and I can’t help but think that I have never been more aroused in my life.
“You can’t- You can’t be serious?”
“Obviously not.” He sighs in relief, gearing up to say something- most likely another demand to lift the jinx- “There’s only one Sirius I know and he’s in Azkaban for killing your precious Potter’s parents.” I pause, and watch his mouth drop open in shock at my audacity.
“I do fully intend to leave, though. I have class to get to, and -unlike you, Draco- I can’t afford to skip them and sit here in an abandoned classroom all day.” He deflates, and the tears that were building finally make their way in slow tracks down his face as he lets out a mix between a sob and a moan.
I go to open the door again with my free hand, turning away from him for a moment, then I hear a small thud. I turn back to see Draco on his knees, still shyly holding my hand and unable to meet my eyes. Tears are running pretty shimmering lines down his furiously red cheeks. His other hand he is using to pull his shirt over his crotch, unsuccessfully doing his best to hide the wet spot on his pants from his drooling cock. He’s shaking and twitching every few seconds and his breathing is quick an shallow, his legs tucked under him haphazardly.
“P-please….” He murmurs, so quiet I almost don’t catch it. Tucking away my feelings of smug triumph, I tilt my head, putting on an expression of faux innocent confusion.
“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you. Could you say that again, Draco?” My eyes glint with lustful amusement as I watch Draco’s body seize in pleasure, his back arching and his head tossed back, pressing both hands to his crotch as his lets out guttural moan. If I didn’t know any better, I would think he had climaxed just then, but I could see the tears tracking down his face and knew his pleasure had long passed “borderline overstimulated” to the endless loop of “pain is pleasure and pleasure is pain”. How he had not passed out or lost his mind yet I had no clue. I was enjoying the show nonetheless and knew that I had him hooked. He took a minute to recover and catch his breath, falling forward slightly and moving his hands to prop himself up, head bowed before me.
“Please…” he repeated, slightly louder this time, but even more breathless. However, all good things come in threes, and this is no exception.
“One more time? I couldn’t quite catch that.” I turn to face him fully, crossing my arms over my chest and finally allowing the smirk I was suppressing to rise to my face.
He gritted his teeth, before looking up and meeting my eyes. His face was flushed, drenched in sweat and tears, and his pupils were so dilated that I could no longer see the stormy grey of his iris. Staring into them was like looking deep into an abyss, and I felt my breath start to speed up to match his. His lips parted slowly, his tongue darted out to swipe at them nervously as he cleared his throat. I could feel my face begin to flush at the pure need in his gaze.
“Please.”