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She was absolutely stunning.
"Hello, Lady Zabini," I replied. The woman smiled, her sweet expression conveying her pleasure with my greeting. Personally, I found her talent in non-verbal communication impressive.
"You remembered this time." Old Draco used to call her Miss Zabini, and she always corrected him. He never cared enough about her name to take the correction. He was a fool.
Her voice, however, was smooth and sultry, resonating with an almost otherworldly quality. "Of course."
"Come, dear. Let's go meet your father," Narcissa said, already ascending the stairs. Lady Zabini lingered for a moment, her gaze fixed on me, before following Narcissa.
I heaved a sigh of relief. Standing up with a bulge in front of my mother and Lady Zabini would have been difficult to explain.
My mother? I was already calling her mother. It made me wonder if there was still a trace of the old Draco beneath my new persona. As I stood, I quickly adjusted my robes to conceal any telltale signs of my previous embarrassment and followed them up the stairs.
But as we climbed, I couldn't ignore the growing discomfort in my skin, tingling from the residual effects of the tantric magic I had experienced earlier. My robes felt particularly sensitive against my skin.
"Mother," I said, trying to sound composed, "I'm feeling a bit under the weather. I'll catch up with you and Lady Zabini shortly; I just need a moment to collect myself."
Concern flashed across Narcissa's face, and she nodded understandingly. "Take your time, Draco. We'll wait for you."
I watched them continue their ascent, Lady Zabini casting a curious glance my way. Alone now, I took a deep breath, hoping the strange sensations would subside, allowing me to join them without feeling like a porcupine.
I made my way to the restroom, my legs guiding me until I stood outside the bathroom. The noise from the crowd was muffled here.
Silencing ward, my mind supplied. The Malfoys used them frequently, especially me back at our dorm in the Slytherin House.
I swung the door open and stepped in front of the mirror. I turned on the tap and splashed some water on my face. Not bad, Draco. The reflection looking back at me showcased blonde hair and striking grey-silver eyes.
"You can give your hair a bit of work too, darling. You look a little pale," said the mirror.
I couldn't help but wonder about the purpose of a talking mirror in a bathroom. My memories as Draco Malfoy revealed that talking mirrors were common, often enchanted for various reasons.
"Hello, Draco," a familiar voice echoed.
I hadn't noticed her entrance. "What can I do for you, Lady Zabini?"
She exhaled with a breathy hum, her eyes glinting mischievously. Her steps drew attention to her curvy frame and perfectly toned legs in thin black pencil heels.
Stopping in front of me, she grabbed a towel beside the sink and started drying my face
"Draco baby, what have you been up to recently, you smell positively edible"
She, and I kid you not, licked her lips as she said that.
This was new, my mind supplying that this familiarity with her was a new development. She was just mother's company that came around once in a while.
"Edible? I don't understand"
"You reek of tantric energy, my dear boy" she had finished drying my face now, pushed me against the sink counter and straddled my knee.
Fuck.
Between her thighs was a furnace right now.
"You see, I consider myself a dabbler in the arts of passion, wants and needs."
"Carnal magic I mean."
I was entranced by the feeling of her thighs sandwiching my erection
"And right now, it smells like you just came out of some kind of sex ritual, you have this aura that those sensitive to these things find positively delicious"
"What does that mean?" I asked
"It means I want to do this"
She started slowly humping my thigh, while staring me in the eyes
Fuck
I felt emboldened by this. She was continued to hump while moaning now. She leaned backwards and shrugged off her coat, revealing her green dress that showed her nipples hard through it.
I started bouncing my leg a little to give vibrations to what she was feeling and she inhaled deeply and starting grinding down now
Fuck she was so wet and between her legs burnt hot like a furnace.
I held her waist and as if that was a signal, she climbed high on my thigh and this time she had my cock sandwiched between her thighs, sitting directly on top it, grinding down. I flexed my cock for her to feel it throbbing, leaned forward and started making out with her neck. As I kissed her neck, she moaned so sexily, shuddering and mewling.
She had cum. She was heaving now and the curve of her breasts called to me
I leaned forward to continue kissing
"Wait" she said
She looked down, pushed me back a little, unbuckled my belt and pulled out my member, stroking it
"Oh you fat big boy"
Fat and big was right.
Draco really had something
Her fingers wrapped around it, gripping the hot rod against her palm.
She knelt, placing a kiss on my bulbous head. Taking a deep breath, she inhaled my musk and slapped my cock against her cheek. Placing kisses along my shaft, she then took me in her mouth while stroking the rest of my length.
She moaned and pleasurably gagged. I bucked my hips, rocking my loins, to and fro, thrusting into her mouth.
My cock was stuffing her throat. Her dark eyes rolled in their sockets, her lips smacking my pulsing shaft. She came up for air, leaned back and shrugged off her dress, dragging her bra with it. Her tits fell out, bouncing in front of me, nipples already pebbled. I placed my cock in the cleavage of her breast as she held them sandwiched them together and thrust.
I gasped as she took the remainder of my length into her mouth.
Oh!!! She was humming now. The vibrations from it raced through her throat and mouth, into my cock.
Fuck
I growled contentedly, feeling her tongue work itself this way and that over his shaft, feeling her breath cut short by my erection, her throat flexing and constricting this cock.
I bucked my hips, thrusting in and out of her mouth
I was about to cum. I opened my mouth to warn her when suddenly I couldn't move anymore. I was completely stiff all over, only moving my eyeballs
Looking down, her gaze now seemed sinister.
She drew back her head and said
"Now, now, don't panic baby"
She sealed her lips over my penis again and suddenly
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She was draining me dry literally. I was staring at her as she sucked away my Hp. The sense of panic I felt with the way I couldn't move was very frightening, my heart pounding in my chest.
Suddenly, a loud explosion shattered the moment, blowing the bathroom door open. A massive block slammed into the back of Lady Zabini's head, causing her to drop limp and fall on top of me. I could move again, and I swiftly pushed her off, scrambling to my feet.
I peered through the hole in the wall and witnessed chaos. People were running, spells flying, and the air was thick with magic.
The Dark Mark.
It was the Quidditch Cup attack. This was nothing like the canon.
I turned back to the woman who had nearly killed me. Checking her pulse, I found she was still alive. I cast "Petrificus Totalus" on her, rendering her immobile and stiff as a board.
I stepped over her body and moved through the hole in the wall. My clothes were dusty, and my ears were ringing, overwhelmed by the immense magical energy in the air.
Cautiously, I raised my wand hand and continued forward. This was a far cry from the books.
The Dark Mark was supposed to be cast at night, and I didn't recall men cloaked in black attacking during the day. Stepping outside, I saw chaos, people running, and spells flying. The air was heavy and charged with magic.
I heard footsteps behind me and instinctively ducked, narrowly avoiding a spell. I reacted quickly, sending a piercing spell toward the source of the attack. A Protego shield indicated my attack had been blocked.
I took off running, hearing three sets of footsteps behind me. Running toward the stairs, I cast a banishing spell and heard the impact. I found myself racing down the stairs, my heart pounding, the echoes of screams still in the background.
I reached a landing and spotted a door. I dashed inside, and the door was narrow enough that they would have to enter one by one.
The room was dimly lit and seemed to be a storage area, with crates and barrels scattered around, providing potential cover. The footsteps of my pursuers grew louder.
I immediately sought cover behind a large crate.
Without warning, an explosion erupted in front of me, destroying the crate and sending splintered wood and debris flying. The force of the blast knocked me to the ground, and the room filled with dust and smoke.
Coughing and struggling to my feet, I realized I needed to act quickly. With my wand in hand, I cast a Shield Charm, creating a shimmering barrier in front of me.
Through the haze, I caught sight of a shadowy figure emerging from the smoke. It was one of my pursuers, but their identity was still concealed. They raised their wand, preparing to launch another spell.
I was quicker, firing a Reducto at the ground in front of me, transfiguring the debris into fine, thin needles.
"Ahhh," they screamed, and I knew I had landed a hit. I followed up with a Stunner, and they dropped like a sack of stones.
Another one stepped in, and I twirled my wand, firing a bright flash. It didn't deter them as they retaliated with a chain of dark spells. I moved my wand to clear the spells and noticed that my spells against their shield caused color shifts. I focused on blinding their vision by targeting the head area of the shield charm, all while searching for an exit.
My senses warned me of an attack from behind, so I dodged and saw the other attacker. I wasn't sure how he had gotten there. I stopped my barrage, running toward the one at the door. I ducked under a bright orange flame, rolled forward, and kicked his knee out.
I dashed for the door, but suddenly my nerves erupted in pain.
"Crucio!"
The sensation of the Cruciatus Curse was excruciating, like my nerves were being seared by a white-hot knife. It was unbearable. The spell was lifted, and I stopped screaming.
The man's wild eyes bore into mine, and his menacing words filled the air. "Wormy Malfoy, just like your father. You think you can get out of everything. No, boy, you don't get to run this time. Your father thought he was clever claiming he was Imperiused, leaving us to rot in that damn Azkaban, our families to die. Now his family gets to die too. Look at me!"
I slowly opened my eyes, only to find a man with disheveled brown hair and an unhinged look in his eyes, spittle at the corner of his mouth. He leaned so close that I could see myself through the reflection of his mad eyes.
"Crucio!" he cast the curse again, and my nerves ignited in agonizing pain. I screamed, my body contorting in torment. To my resonance sense, everything felt like chaos, my magical core in disarray.
Laughter echoed in the background as I writhed in pain. I had no sense of how long I'd been under the curse, only that the relief eventually came.
"Look at me, boy," he hissed. "Let me see the pain in your eyes. I want to savor this."
Raising my trembling hand, I defiantly flipped him off. His response was immediate—a fresh wave of the Cruciatus Curse.
He continued the torment for what felt like an eternity before finally releasing me. My voice trembled as I managed to ask, "What do you want?"
"Didn't you hear me?" he sneered. "I want you to suffer, to pay for the sins of your father. And only after that, you'll beg for death. Only then will I grant you that release."
"You've got the wrong guy," I gasped.
"Oh! You're not Draco Malfoy, spawn of Lucius Malfoy?" he taunted.
"I am," I replied, catching my breath. "You've got the wrong guy because you're going to die for this. No matter what you do, you've sealed your fate from the moment you chose this course of action."
With each Crucio he cast, I clung to the pain, analyzing the spell's frequency even amidst the agony. I was certain I had a grasp on it. Gripping my wand, I pointed my trembling hand at him and shouted, "Crucio!" I willed my magic to inflict pain, matching what I had felt when he had cast the curse.
He jerked and fell to the ground, writhing in a silent scream, releasing his wand. His accomplice stared at me in shock. Without wasting a moment, I raised a shield charm, cast a Reducto to shatter the ceiling, and limped away.
Hearing footsteps behind me, I fired a Banishing Charm, hearing the impact behind me. As I turned, I attempted to cast a Stunner, but my hand trembled with magical exhaustion. My reserves were nearly depleted.
I continued running, finding the stairs and descending until I returned to the restroom with the hole in the wall. I limped inside and found what I was looking for.
She was still petrified. Good. "Now, now, don't panic, baby," I muttered. I pressed my lips against hers and began to draw from her energy.
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I drained her life force until she resembled a hollow husk
3 END
8 AGI
10 CHA
Now
I stood, feeling a lot better and turning towards the door.
Let's try this again.