Malfoy's Great Victory 1 (Patreon)

Note: Hogwarts starts late, so all characters are above eighteen.

—

Draco Malfoy had a problem.

Actually, he had many problems. Some small, like dealing with Theodore Nott and other annoying flies who tried to take over the leadership of the Slytherin House, the necessities forcing him to drop off the Quidditch team, the constant struggle to sneak around, dealing with the annoyance that was Snape, missing his father…

However, ultimately, all those problems had a singular root. His supposedly-honorable mission.

Assassinating Dumbledore.

Despite what many people might think, Draco was not an idiot. Looking back, he could see that he had been entitled and arrogant, which he could only see after everyone abandoned him after his family lost favor with the Dark Lord, but that had been the delusion of a spoiled child.

Nothing that a year of struggle and constant rejection couldn’t cure.

Still, it brought him back to his so-called honorable mission; assassinating Dumbledore. The moment he received it, he knew that it was a punishment for his father’s failure, and not a chance to regain favor.

While he was a very scary, and a very competent wizard, no one could call the Dark Lord a balanced and understanding individual. There was no chance he would believe Draco would succeed where he failed and killed his biggest enemy.

Worse, Draco knew that, if he somehow succeeded in his mission, he didn’t believe that the Dark Lord would actually reward him, and not just punish him for his ‘disrespect’. He wished that he had the chance to turn back, but that was no option.

He was already marked, and even without it, if he betrayed the Dark Lord, he would have to live with a target on his back. Maybe he could survive if he abandoned Europe and moved far away … but that would require living like a rat, waiting for an opportunity.

With that leech Pettirgew as an example, Draco would never choose that path.

It was why, for most of his sixth year, he spent locked in the Room of Requirement, studying and practicing magic as he had never done before, all under the guise of repairing the Vanishing Cabinet. His reputation for arrogance proved useful there, allowing him to explain his constant delays.

All he needed was to make a few public attempts to assassinate Dumbledore to keep the Death Eaters satisfied.

He didn’t actually have a plan to get away from the Death Eaters, but there was no harm in getting stronger. The more capable he got, the more likely he would succeed once the opportunity arrived.

He was in the Room of Requirements when he saw a movement at the other side of the door, shown by the enchanted mirror the room had summoned — a feature he had discovered recently. Snape, moving back and forth, with his cloak bellowing behind him.

He stayed there for fifteen minutes, waiting for him before he finally left a sealed, charmed note, and went away. He must have an important reason.

“Like I don’t have enough problems,” Draco growled with frustration. Snape had been even more annoying than usual this year, constantly interfering with his ‘mission’, promising that he wanted to help him with his mission.

Draco didn’t believe him even for a second. He had been around Snape for the last six years, enough to see Dumbledore around him many times. If Snape actually wanted to kill Dumbledore, there was no need for Draco’s assistance, especially not after his pointlessly high-profile assassination attempts raised Dumbledore’s alert.

He sent a cursed amulet by an Imperiused student, for Merlin’s sake.

No, Snape had other reasons to act out. Draco didn’t know what. “If only I had a way to watch him without being noticed,” he said —

Only for the mirror to shift, and actually follow Snape, complete with the sound of his footsteps. “That … I can’t believe it,” Draco muttered. He had long realized the room was a miraculous place, but his latest accidental discovery told him that he was barely scratching the surface.

He wanted to experiment more, but he decided to change his mind when he noticed Snape’s direction. Dumbledore’s Office. Curious, he decided to listen.

A good choice, as it turned out, because the things he had learned were enough to shock him to his core, each more shocking than the last.

First, Dumbledore was dying, cursed by some kind of trap by the Dark Lord, with only weeks to live.

Second, Snape was actually on Dumbledore’s side, trusted enough to prepare the potion for his deadly disease.

Third, Dumbledore and Snape had a mistaken assessment of his repair progress of Vanishing Cabinet, but it matched what he told Crabbe and Goyle, so they either told Snape, or Snape to read it in their mind; unable to do the same to him due to his Occlumency progress. Worse, they wanted to actually use it to create an opportunity for Snape to kill Dumbledore.

Fourth, the Dark Lord … no, Tom Riddle was merely a half-blood, one that was born of a squib, even; an idea shocking enough to make him rethink everything he knew about the world.

Fifth, the Dark Lord — Tom Fucking Riddle — was immortal, and that immortality was a set of artifacts, their destruction a necessity for his death. Yet, Dumbledore, instead of mobilizing his most trusted allies, wanted to give that mission to Potter, Weasley, and Granger for some inexplicable reason.

Yet, among all those shocking revelations, the sixth one had been the most shocking one. Dumbledore actually possessed the Elder Wand, the fabled artifact of death, empowering the wielder to an unbeatable state. He also heard Dumbledore’s plan to let it die with himself … but Draco didn’t care about it in the slightest.

Why should he, when he finally had the chance to resist his fate? He didn’t know if Elder Wand was as strong as it was rumored to be, or if it just improved the wielder slightly. Either way, it represented hope.

Hope that he could somehow free himself from the games of powerful old wizards, be it upstart half-blood wizards who apparently decided to make their identity crisis everyone else’s problem, or bearded old fools that wanted to create pointless elaborate schemes like a demented chessmaster, uncaring all the lives he ruined.

All he needed was to play it carefully. Hopefully, the Room’s capabilities would help. “Open a secret passage to Snape’s room,” he ordered while he imagined its location … and a door appeared.

He dismissed it, his mind already filled with many ideas. All he needed was to plan carefully, and he could get away with the Elder Wand while he left Snape with the ‘honor’ of killing Dumbledore.

He only had a few weeks to put on a perfect plan.

—

Three weeks later, he was in the Room of Requirements once more, twirling the legendary wand Death Stick in his fingers, enjoying the power radiating off it; still shocked at just how smoothly things had resolved.

Constantly listening to Snape’s and Dumbledore’s plans allowed him to carefully set several things in advance, including waiting in Dumbledore’s office under an invisibility cloak, but even then, he didn’t expect things to go perfectly.

Dumbledore returned to the room with Potter, already at his limit, poisoned and delirious. It had been a child’s play to hit him with an Expelliarmus, which was enough to earn the loyalty of the famously strong yet fickle wand.

He could have stayed there, watching what was without a doubt a dramatic confrontation between Snape and Dumbledore, the former already waiting at the stairs to play-act his plans with Dumbledore, but he didn’t want any accident.

Instead, he used the secret passage the Room of Requirement had created to escape, limiting himself to watching from the mirror.

Dumbledore and Snape both seemed shocked by the loss of the Elder Wand, but with both Potter and several Death Eaters watching, their plans were set in stone.

Snape killed Dumbledore in a dramatic fashion and escaped the school, while the rest of the Death Eaters had retreated. Meanwhile, Draco opened another secret entrance, this time where some of the weaker members of Dumbledore’s order were loitering.

A few stunners from an ambush, then Draco modified their memories, adding a scene of a fight between him and them, where he ended up routed and defeated, creating a perfect explanation for his absence.

Naturally, it also meant that his reputation among the Death Eaters, already low before, had hit rock bottom … but considering his loyalty to their Dark Lord was a thing of the past, he wasn’t exactly pained by the idea. He was more concerned about finding the best way to undermine the Death Eaters while keeping his family safe.

But, that was for the future. Instead of thinking the past events, he cast another spell on the target created by the Room of Requirements.

The sooner he got used to the power of the Elder Wand, the better…

—

Draco had done his best to use the last two weeks of school to maximum effect, starting by creating a special arm sleeve for the Elder Wand, to keep it hidden until an emergency, afraid that people would recognize it. He would have loved to change its shape, but the wand repelled any attempt to be changed.

He wasn’t too surprised. If the wand was a thing that could be easily modified or destroyed, Dumbledore wouldn’t have bothered to set up an elaborate scheme just to destroy it — a scheme Draco ruined by his involvement.

But, as he practiced with it, Draco came to appreciate the wand even more. Its potency was marvelous, allowing him to deliver spells far stronger than he could with his original wand, which included mastering a bunch of spells he could barely cast before.

Including the unforgivable trio.

Yet, as much as he wanted, he didn’t spend his last two weeks studying magic. No, instead, he used the Room’s ability to spy on people, trying to dig as many secrets as possible. Accumulating knowledge was his first step to defeating Tom Riddle — he refused to call that bastard a lord in his mind.

And, he learned a lot. From Slytherins, he had learned many Death Eater plots that were about to be launched during summer, most above his clearance rate after his ‘failure’ with the mission. This knowledge would be useful once he tried to bargain to switch sides, especially since Death Eaters wouldn’t suspect him for leaking them, since he wasn’t supposed to know them in the first place.

From Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, he learned the location of many safe houses, and their plans to retreat if the worst happened. If he was still on the side of the Death Eaters, that knowledge alone would be enough to buy his forgiveness, but instead, Draco just memorized them, to be used in case of an emergency.

The biggest surprise was the Gryffindor side. Particularly, the Golden Trio, and their mission to end Tom Riddle.

Draco had to admit, he was shocked. Listening to Dumbledore and Snape’s many discussions, he knew that Dumbledore wanted Harry to be a part of the Horcrux hunt, but he always assumed that someone more competent, like McGonagall or Flitwick, would be leading the charge in Dumbledore’s absence.

Yet, listening to their private talks, it seemed that Dumbledore gave the task of leading the search to Potter, who decided that Weasley and Granger were all he needed in such a vital task.

And, to think Draco believed Potter’s stupidity in the fifth year, shouting Tom Riddle’s return like an idiot and antagonizing the Ministry rather than simply using his fame to support Fudge and sway him. But, no, apparently he was confident enough to recklessly charge to a mission without even setting up a way to inform the others if he ended up dead.

That alone would have been changed his mind about cooperating with Potter if he had any such intentions in the first place. Luckily, he had none, as he knew that their shared hostility across six years made it an impossibility.

If he had informed McGonagall or Flitwick about the mission, Draco could contact them, explain his reason for changing sides to protect himself and his family from a madman, adding a few tears for good measure, and that would be all. He knew that, even if they didn’t buy his ‘redemption arc’ as long as he provided them vital and true information, it would be all.

Yet, Potter was too much of a reckless idiot to understand the value of a spy. He would probably not believe Draco in the first place. Weasley was even worse. Unfortunately, that meant he had a big problem. His best option was Granger, the most rational out of the three.

Not that it was saying much. No matter how much he hated it to admit in the past, when he still believed in the importance of blood purity, Granger was smart. Unfortunately, while she was exceptional in intelligence, the same didn’t fully apply to common sense.

She was just better than the other two idiots she hung up with.

In an ideal world, Draco wouldn’t have to deal with her. But then, in an ideal world, he didn’t have to fight and scheme to get away from the control of a whimsical madman.

He needed a way to make contact.

In the end, he decided to go with a simple strategy, and secretly slip some of the information he gathered, and sign them with a mysterious alias, creating some kind of rapport. One that framed it like Draco was a part of Dumbledore’s plans to deal with Tom Riddle, in which he would mention their mission, even dropping the name of Horcrux, ideally even suggesting a dead-drop location so she could pick further correspondence.

Technically, it wasn’t too unrealistic. He was basically stealing Snape’s story.

Once he wrote the letter, all that remained was to deliver it. While he could probably sneak into her dorm to drop it, it would be too dangerous. Instead, he decided to wait until she was split from the rest. And, if that failed, he could always drop it in the train by slipping under the door.

His chance arrived one night, when she decided to take a late-night trip to the library, which he only noticed thanks to the capabilities of the Room of the Requirements, which was surprising him more and more.

“Maybe I should figure out a way to block others from using it,” he muttered as he left the Room under a disillusionment charm, one that gave him perfect invisibility rather than just camouflage thanks to the extra power of the Elder wand, and went to the library, expecting to find Granger trying to juggle several books as she studied like she was possessed.

Only to meet with a shocking view, one that made him revisit a lot of assumptions he had made.

Hermione was alone, in a forgotten corner of the library, but her hands were not juggling books as he expected. Instead, they were busy mauling her tits instead of holding books, with her robe wide open to reveal a lot more of her than he expected.

He gulped as he watched one of her hands slip underneath her skirt, shocked by the sight. He had long assumed that Granger was just another mousy nerd with nothing attractive about her. But, watching her as she teased her body, Draco realized he had been mistaken.

Incredibly so.

The first thing he noticed was the size of her breasts. It was hard not to when one of her hands stayed there, mauling them with a shocking desperation. They were big enough to spill out of her palms, yet perky enough to defy gravity whenever she left them alone.

Then, there was the rest of her naked body. Considering the extent of her nerdiness, he expected her to be plump and somewhat flappy. Yet, her stomach was perfectly flat, begging to be caressed. It seemed that all her fat was gathered at either her hips or her tits, creating an excellent view that she selfishly kept from the world.

Yet, the incredible beauty of her body wasn’t the most surprising thing about her. No, that honor went to the extent of her kinkiness. He never would have guessed the golden girl of Gryffindor was naughty enough to sneak into the library, just to play with herself, mumbling something he couldn’t hear.

Curious, he drifted closer. “… No, professor. It’s not fair. Please don’t give me a detention. I’ll do anything,” she begged while her fingers disappeared under her skirt, her eyes closed as she played an imaginary scenario.

The fact that her dream scenario involved a teacher and some kind of punishment was the only thing that didn’t surprise him. Granger was famous for her obsession with class and the professors, and seeing it extend to her fantasies was not shocking, especially compared to everything else he could see.

Like her fingers, torturing her clit with a frantic massage in search of a release.

Draco felt his pants tighten. He wasn’t inexperienced when it came to sex, but no amount of sex could make him ignore the amazing sight in front of him.

He wished that he didn’t actually need her assistance. Busting her just before she reached an orgasm would have been amazing. Too bad it was not an option.

But, that didn’t mean he was completely helpless. He pulled the letter he wrote for her, which held a lot of secrets, and added one last note, then dropped it on her table just as she reached her climax, her tits jiggling attractively while she moaned.

He left just as she fixed her robe, but just as he left the library, he heard a shocked gasp. He didn’t blame her. The note was rather suggestive.

‘P.S. Thanks for the show.

The Spy’

Draco had a feeling that spying might be more entertaining than he had first realized.