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Draco practically ran down the Hogwarts Halls, pushing past anyone in his way. His face was flushed and his hair was in a mess.
During breakfast, Blaise had used Draco's hand to satisfy his erotic needs right under the table. Anyone could of looked over and saw the sinful acts being committed. Merlin was seemingly on Draco's side however. No one had noticed them.
Blaise kept quiet, a grin of contentment and superiority on his face as he wrapped Draco's long fingers around his length from under his robes, letting out short sighs on occasions.
The heat radiated from Blaise. It shortened Draco's breath, his own cock growing from arousal.
Blaise came with a quiet grunt, furrowing his eyebrows and biting his lip. The liquid covering Draco's palm. It was sticky and it made Draco impossibly horny.
Draco pulled away, discreetly licking his fingers clean. Table manners be dammed but the fucking bastard didn't even look at him.
So there Draco was. He sat at the table, a prominent erection buldging from his robes.
The only time he was able to leave the hall was when everyone else left for lesson. So he waited. Ten minutes later, his housemates gathered for their books, ready to leave for the lesson that would soon take place.
But Draco didn't care.
He had only one place he wanted to go.
So that's where he went. Basically sprinting through the hallway, no other cares in the world.
Students who saw him coming would rather back away or suffer Malfoy's wrath.
And Draco was fine with either option.
Well...
Until he collided with a firm shoulder. A shoulder that didn't budge even against Draco's quick pace.
Draco stepped back a little and looked up, scowl on his face.
"Watch where you're going, ferret," a familiar red head spoke. His face contorted in annoyance and rage.
Draco didn't even bother with a retort. He gave a cold snarl and continued his journey.
Ron found it weird that Malfoy didn't start a fight with him like he usually would do, let alone comment on the stupid nickname Ron had called him. He found it suspicious...
Too suspicious...
"Earth to Ronald, hel-lo?" a finger snapped infront of his face, pulling him from deep thought. It was Hermione.
"Are you okay?" His best mate Harry questioned, looking just as concerned as his girlfriend, Hermione. "You look lost–"
"I'm going to the bathroom." Ron cut Harry off with a firm statement. Hermione furrowed her eyebrows.
"Can't you hold it in for an hour? If your late, Professor Snape is going to deduct us to the negatives."
"I won't be late, I promise." Ron rushed. He pressed a chaste kiss on Hermione's cheek and ran, following a certain blond's trail.
Draco sat down, his feet dangling in the water. He had made it to the prefect bathrooms and stripped down to his birthday suit. He deliberately ignored his reddening boner, increasing its sensitivity.
He looked around the room, taking in every last detail. He was a prefect yet he had never properly admired the beautiful scenario surrounding him.
He was so distracted, he almost didn't notice a mop of red hair enter the room and hide behind a pillar.
Almost.
A quick debate determined that he... wouldn't mind being watched. Especially from Weasley.
Think about it. His mind argued, if Weasley finds my self pleasure even remotely attractive, it'll win over a free fuck.
From Weasley?... Yes.
Looking around once more, he found a discarded pen nearby. Probably out of ink. It would do.
He grabbed the pen and pulled out his wand.
He internally thanked the book he had in his trunk up in his room. 'Self Pleasure Tips For Witches And Wizards.' A little something he had found stashed in his mother's nightstand during the summer of third year.
He murmured a quiet spell. He didn't want Weasley to overhear it. Adds to the arousal.
The pen slowly shifted. First, the colour turned from a navy blue to a black. It stretched itself out, increasing its width as well as its height.
It didn't stop shifting until it possessed the same appearance of a human cock.
Call it a dildo if you wish.
He needed to halt his own breathing to hear the almost silent intake of breath come from the other side of the room.
Draco grinned.
Draco conjured a healthy amount of lube. It formed in his free hand from the tip of his wand. It was a spell he had learned towards the end of fifth year. It had proved to be a pretty handy spell for moments like this.
With slow strokes, he slathered the lube onto the rubber cock, deliberately with a slow and sensual speed.
He even slipped his tongue out to lick the slit of the phallus. He shivered slightly.
He spread his thighs, bringing one foot on the platform above the water and the other still in the bath. He was turned towards the pillar Weasley was hiding behind.
Slightly exposed red hair pulled back, closer behind the marble stand.
Draco brought the cock to his puckering hole, circling the entrance teasingly. He threw his head back slightly, gasping and sighing. His oversensitive bottom glowing a beautiful shade of rosy pink.
Draco pushed the cock's head inside with a single push. Draco's whole body twitched, thighs quivering.
He pushed the cock in further, small shoves, spreading his legs out wider. His own cock jumped, painfully hard, practically begging for attention.
The cock was barely halfway in when Draco paused. He could no longer support himself to sit up. So he shifted his body until his back made contact with the freezing tile floor. Draco arched his back, both in pleasure and temperature.
He pushed the phallus in further, he moaned loudly. It was the sound between a groan and a yelp. High pitched and pleasurable.
While pushing in the remaining inches, he murmured to himself, pleasepleasepleaseplease. It was loud enough to fill the room. His voice bounced off all four walls.
The base of the cock finally pushed against his arse. It stretched him out beautifully, tickling that special spot, as Draco personally loved to call it, inside him that made him go absolutely berserk.
He pulled the cock out faster than he had shoved it in, the tip almost out of him. He pushed back into his arse with such force, he jumped from his spot on the floor. He lifted his legs up, they hung in the air.
He pulled out once again, this time the cock left him completely. When he pushed back in, he swore that he could see stars.
He sped up, fucking himself repeatedly onto the rubber dildo. His mouth hung open, moaning when he felt the rubber phallus' tip brush against his prostate.
But it never hit him. It wasn't long enough, it drove him mad.
Draco's voice was high and loud, he couldn't even hear the second voice, gasping repeatedly.
Everytime the rubber cock brushed against Draco's prostate, he would let out a mewl the same time the other voice would let out a suppressed grunt.
Draco felt his orgasm burn in the pit of his stomach. This wouldn't be the first time he would come untouched. Infact, the majority of his orgasms happened without attention to his cock. He found that it was amazing, it sent him into a different dimension.
Draco sighed and arched his back, pink nipples erect.
"Ah fuuuuck," he swore. His orgasms taking steps to completion. He felt hot tears slide down his heated cheeks. His eyes rolled up, he looked up at the sky. "Mmmhh, oooohhh Merlinn!"
His voice was shaky, his whole body heated. His usually pale body heated into a soft pink. His legs quivered and he felt his hole clench against the pumping phallus.
He paused momentarily, pulled out his wand and, almost incoherently, charmed it to move on its own.
It pumped in a quick and steady rhythm. Draco brought his hands up and grabbed onto his formerly perfect hair, arching his back upwards.
A freckled man with flaming hair popped into his mind first.
"Oooohh fuuckk, Rooooonnn...Ohhhh Rooonnald!"
His voice was high, broken. He sobbed, his body sensitive to the overstimulating.
"Ohhhh Ronn, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplea—OOOOoooohh fucking hell!"
His cock let out white spurts, his whole body convulsed, he cried. He grabbed his cock, stroking it in impressive speed. His orgasm shocked him like lightning, his heartbeat jumping from his chest.
All he could see was white. He momentarily believed that he had orgasmed his way to heaven.
He blacked out for what could only have been a couple of minutes.
He came back to his senses shortly after, a satisfied grin on his face.
He looked to the side, Weasley wasn't in his hiding place.
Draco looked behind him, Weasley sneaking his way through the prefect doors.
Not quite fast enough.
"Weasley?" Draco called out.
Ron jumped five feet in the air before standing like a child who had been caught with his hands down a cookie jar.
Or in Ron's case, down his own trousers.
His clothes were rumpled, hair in more of a mess that it usually was. His freckled cheeks were a shade of red, almost the colour of his own hair.
The sight was enough to make Draco smirk.
"Enjoy the show, Weasel?"
The hot headed red head was quick to anger.
"Enjoyed the show?! Of fucking course not, that was the worst shit I've ever seen!"
"The worst, aye? You look like you were in a rush to redress. What were you doing messing up your clothes? You forgot to zip your fly by the way."
Weasley quickly brought his hands down to pull up the zipper to his fly, he stammered his response.
"I-i... Well I was... You... You're a fucking whore, Malfoy!"
Draco brought a hand up to his mouth, a shocked expression on his face, "I'm a Whore? Really? Wooow! What do I do with that shocking new piece of news!?"
The expression on Weasley's face was hysterical. If Draco wasn't in his calm post-orgasm mood, he would of burst out laughing. The best he could do was snort.
"Fucking slut, I'm going to tell everyone about what you are."
"Then I'll tell people that Ronald Weasley yanked the shit out of his own cock when he saw Draco Malfoy fuck himself on a dildo like a horny cockwhore."
Weasley's eyes widened, "I didn't..."
"Come off it, I'm not stupid."
"No one would believe you."
"I disagree. I can get my house to believe anything I say."
Ron closed his mouth into a tight line. His face displayed discomfort.
"Whatever. Even if I did, it doesn't matter. You're still a useless cockslut."
Draco felt his body tingle, the cruel words Weasley spat at him tickled him in all the right places.
"If you could," Draco started, "what would you tell people about me?"
Weasley frowned, "I would tell people that their Slytherin ice Prince, Draco Malfoy fucked himself onto a dildo, moaning like a bitch in heat. You were saying my name. Don't think I didn't hear you."
Draco's cock jumped back to life. "What other horrible things would you say?"
Weasley stepped forward, "I would say that you came without even touching your cock. That your eyes rolled back into your skull, your mouth hung open, letting out the most horniest, pornagraphic sobs.
"I know you were secretly thinking it was my cock slamming into you. You want the real thing. You want my cock slamming into you, don't you Malfoy?"
"OOooh, what if I did, Weasley? What would you do to me?"
Weasley stopped, inches away from Draco. Draco sat on his knees. Ron stood over him, shadowing him like a king. Like a God.
"I would push you against the wall, a desk. Anywhere. I would of shoved you against a hard surface and took you there. Fucked you until you saw Merlin himself. Made you beg me to fuck you harder, faster. I would leave marks all over your body, fucking you so hard that you'd feel me in your body for days.
I bet you find that amazing. I bet that me just talking makes you so fucking horny, dumb bitch."
And Draco was so fucking horny. Weasley had degraded him, humiliated him, and Draco wanted more. He was ready to lay back and spread his legs for Ron. He was ready to drop Weasley's zip and choke on his cock. He wanted it all.
Weasley's eyes darkened, "Since you want to act like a fucking slut, I'll treat you like one."
Ron brought his hand on Draco's chin, pulling through blond's head up, forcing grey eyes to look into blue.
"Get up."
Draco stood up almost immediately, almost buckling from the authoritive tone.
But he didn't stand up fully, he was pushed against the cold wall, next to the entrance door. Weasley's hand was wrapped against Draco's pale neck.
The hands moved from his neck down to his hips, a bruising grip.
"I'll make sure you remember this forever."
Ron's lips were latched onto the nape of Draco's neck. He licked the skin there before biting down, viciously. Draco hissed, enjoying the pleasure inside the pain.
Ron pushed up against him. Draco could easily make out the rock hard outline of Weasley's cock against his leg.
He felt Ron's hot breath against his collarbone.
"Rooonald..."
Weasley shook his head, biting down on the same bruise he had already created.
"Just Ron... call me Ron."
Ron's brought his hands down, pulling his cock out only pushing his trousers and boxers down slightly under his balls.
Ron twisted Draco's body so that his stomach was against the wall, his arse in Ron's display.
Ron landed a harsh slap against Draco's cheeks before grabbing and spreading them open.
"You better hope that there's enough lube left over."
Unlike the steady enter Draco had his do, Ron shoved his cock inside, bursting past Draco's sensitive hole.
An aching overwhelmed his body as well as a jolt of pleasure. Ron had his cock resting right against his prostate.
The boy inside him was absolutely giant. Draco let out an audible sob.
The pleasure eventually faded and he was left with the aching feeling of a dry push in. He wasn't lubed enough.
Ron didn't move once he pushed in. He sensed the pain he had caused and used his arms to message Draco's side. He rubbed his arse to his thighs. He brought his arms up to his waist and wrapped his arms around it.
He rolled his hips in a circular motion, pushing against Draco's special spot repeatedly.
It almost sent Draco Into a spiral.
"Ready?" Ron asked, not halting the small movements he made. He pushed against the smaller boy, watching in astonishment as the blond arched and gasped, clenching around Ron's length.
Draco took a deep breath in, still focusing on the pleasure he felt from the small grinds Ron did. It was so good. But it wasn't enough.
Instead of answering verbally, Draco pushed back against Ron, relaxing on his sweaty chest. He let out a small moan.
Ron smirked, dropping his head onto the platinum blond locks. He enjoyed the smell of vanilla that overwhelmed his senses.
Ron pulled out halfway, not failing to notice the blond's breath intake. He pushed back in, slowly, making sure to hit that certain place that made the smaller boy feel the most pleasure.
Draco brought both of his hands to his face, suppressing a loud groan. It stung so good.
Ron pulled back out, a little faster. When he thrust back in, he let out a loud gasp. The shock travelled up his cock down to the pit of his stomach.
Draco braced himself on the wall, practically gripping the bathroom tiles. He lifted his leg up in the air. Ron immediately grabbed the smaller boy's thigh, pushing him further and more painfully against the cold wall.
The pain slowly drifted away and was immediately replaced with pleasure.
When Crabbe and Goyle had fucked him senseless, they didn't use lube. But they weren't as large in length or girth to hurt him. The whole time they cockfucked both of his holes wasn't the best pleasurable experience. He didn't even get off on it until afterwards, but something about Weasley did something for him. The perfect amount of pain and pleasure. His strong, lean arms held him still as he pounded against his prostate with desperation.
Feeling his cock slam inside him in such a harsh way made him drool. He wanted to cry out, beg him to go faster, harder.
His cock was frantically rubbing against the chilled tiles, sending spasms of bliss through his body. He clenched against Ron's length. He heard the red headed boy groan and gasp into his hair.
"Harder, harder! I'm not made of fucking ice!"
"Such a prissy prick! Uhh, as if you aren't the one writhing under me!"
"Ron! Ron!"
"Scream it, tell everyone who's fucking you, let everyone in the Wizarding World know that a Weasley's got you arching like a whore bitch!"
"Ron! Ahh fuck, I... I want—"
Draco couldn't even finish his sentence, a pretty savage ram against his prostate shoved his own words down his throat and made him release a choked out cry.
He arched and released onto the cold wall infront of him, he shivered and his eyes rolled up, mouth hung open.
A broken gasp was muffled into his hair. Ron grabbed both of the blond's thighs and lifted him from the ground. He buried himself deep into the burning heat and released his pleasure. His come painting the insides of Draco's walls. Draco felt heated from the inside out.
He felt lightweighted as Ron held him against his chest as if he weighed nothing. Post-orgasm made it absolutely insane and blissful at the same time.
Of course, Ron Wealsey had noticed eventually.
Draco was so high on his orgasm that it didn't bother him when he was dropped heavily on the floor as a freaked out Ron Weasley struggled to get his clothes presentable.
The insults that were thrown his way in top speed didn't bother him either. It amused him actually.
He watched with a smile, even when he was attempting to put on a smirk, as the red head gripped his hair in frustration while leaving the room, face flushed.
Yes... Life was good.