"You are sure? I want to emphasize that I am open to all suggestions and critiques, if you have one do not be afraid to speak up."
"N-no of course not. I was merely missing the bigger picture, forgive me."
"Ah of course, of course. Now then, do you have any questions Miss Parkinson?"
"O-only one m-my Lord, how long do I have to…"
"Accomplish your redemption? I do not think we need to set a definitive date, however I do not wish to seem too forgiving or weak with my compassion so… let us make it a bit interesting shall we?"
The boy's hand extended, his fingers brushing against her forehead before the girl cried out and nearly crumpled onto the ground, her body shaking as it did so.
"This will persist until I deem it necessary to give you the key to your release… should you be unable to cope… then perhaps I was wrong, and you are not needed."
"I-I-I w-will s-s-succeed m-my L-Lord."
"Good, I anxiously await your results."
With that the boy departed, and Pansy slowly rose before struggling off to her room, thus missing the whispers from the common room.
"What the hell did he do to her?"
"Beats me… but I sure as heck don't want to be subject to it."
...
"M-my Lord?"
"Ah Draco, please come in, you wanted to speak with me?"
"Indeed my Lord, it is about Pansy…"
"Miss Parkinson? Oh I do so hope she has not caved already…"
"No… no of course not it is just… if she fails my Lord, if you cast her out…"
"Oh do not worry Draco, even if she fails I am sure that I could find some use for her… even if it is on her back being used for as a sex toy."
The blonde let out a rather shocked sound, his jaw almost dropping in the process.
"Oh relax Draco I was merely kidding, I would not use your fiance in such a way."
The whisper was almost missed by the raven-haired boy, but he still caught it in the silent room, "Wh-why not?"
"Pardon?"
"Why… why wouldn't you use her? I mean it is your right to do so, she swore loyalty to you, she is attractive…"
Harry stared at the boy for a moment, before gesturing towards a chair across from him to be taken, "Draco let me tell you a story. A very long time ago in a distant land there lived a powerful and ruthless king. Now he held domain over all he surveyed and all swore loyalty to him, but the man was a terrible monster and often sought that which he could not have. One day the king spied a lovely woman working in the castle and demanded that she join him in his bed. The girl plead for him to reconsider, for she was betrothed to another servant and wanted to save herself for their wedding night… yet the king would not be swayed from his lust and the girl was forced to do so under penalty of death for her true love. Now when the other man heard of this he grew angry, and yet the king did not fear, for he was powerful and commanded armies of unending loyalty to him. Surely this kitchen hand was nothing compared to him correct?"
The emerald-eyed boy paused, ensuring that his friend was keeping up before continuing on, "However, one day while the king was dining he found himself unable to breathe, and despite the best efforts of the nearby guards he collapsed at the table while he drowned in his own fluids in a horrific manner. Apparently the young man, whose bride he had forced, worked as a drink server and had slipped poison into the king's evening wine."
Piercing eyes focused in on the Malfoy heir, who gulped and nodded that he was still listening, "The moral of the story, Draco, is that no matter how powerful you are, no matter how feared or loved you may be all of us bow to death. Even the most mighty king can be brought down by a slave should he not take care in what he covets. Do you understand this lesson Draco?"
"I… I do my Lord, and I shall take heed of it. But with all due respect I do not think it applies here."
"Oh? Enlighten me then, why is it you believe this?"
"Because my Lord, in Magical society those we declare to be our Lord we value above all things. For such a person to show an interest in a servant in anyway is an incredible boon upon them. For a Lord to approach, or even bed, the wife, husband, or betrothed of a servant is one of the highest honors known in our world."
Silence reigned for a few minutes, as the blonde Slytherin feared he had somehow upset his master, before the other boy spoke. "It is an honor is it Draco?"
"Y-yes…"
"So you would feel honored if I took Pansy to my chambers, if I forced her onto her knees to please me…"
"I assure you my Lord, no force would be necessary. She would be more than willing to…"
"You would feel no rage if I brought her in right now and fucked her on this table right in front of you? If I took her virginity while you watched? If I demanded she use her mouth to service me…"
"I…" the blonde boy was blushing now, and Harry felt the spark of desire in the Malfoy heir as if the thoughts truly were appeasing to him. "I would feel no anger my Lord I promise you… I was the one who suggested the photos she sent last Christmas."
"Interesting…"
...
Pansy Parkinson was suffering, sure she knew that there would be more to her redemption than just getting information on two classmates but this…
She hadn't been able to sleep the previous night, all due to the stipulation, and could barely focus in class. Despite her own claims she had, in fact, tried several cures, all of which failed. Then she had gone with the simplest solution of all… it had only made it worse .
Thus she was stuck sitting in Potions class, trying to pay attention to the ingredients in front of her while rubbing her thighs together as discreetly as possible. It had not been pain that was forced upon her, as so many assumed. It was pleasure, mind numbing, earth shaking, knicker ruining pleasure . Now that in of itself would not have been bad, in fact she would have broken her Lord's rules more often if that was the case, but the fact that despite the lust and stimulation surging through her veins she could not find release .
Her orgasm was being held hostage, and she could not fall into that sweet oblivion until her task was complete. Merlin it was driving her insane! She could feel it, so close that it was practically visible but never quite within reach. Like the most beautiful dress ever conceived being displayed behind a glass window that could not be broken, and just like a dress she wanted it, needed it, desired it .
Why couldn't her repayment have been something simpler? She would have gladly offered herself to Harry in anyway he could desire. She wouldn't have given it a second thought, and she did not doubt that Draco would have encouraged her… probably even would have asked for details afterwards.
But that was not the case, and thus her suffering continued as her mind attempted to come up with a plan to get information on Granger or Lovegood. Sure there was no 'deadline' for her salvation, but she was positive that she would not be able to last more than another day or two at most before she went insane.
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