Malfoy's Great Victory 6 (Patreon)

At the last possible moment, Granger managed to grab a towel, hastily wrapping around her. It would have been a shame, but with her right hand in Draco’s hold while he dragged her, she was limited to her left hand. 

And, that hand certainly lacked the agility to properly wrap her body. The resulting askew towel achieved the impossible, and made her look even sexier than being naked, so Draco didn’t rip it off her hands. 

Instead, he dragged her, enjoying the helpless glimpses of her naked body underneath the towel. When they had reached the outcropping, she had managed to fix the towel enough to hide her treasures, but that didn’t prevent her fidgeting, something Draco had learned to recognize as a clear sign of her inner struggle.

The vision of her body, wrapped in an askew towel was sexy, especially together with her bruised lips, stained thighs, and messed up hair. The towel left her long legs revealed, enough of her curves on display due to the gap. 

The sight alone was enough to bring his cock back to life after his most recent erection. 

Her submission was almost complete. She glanced at him, biting her lip, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Draco let the silence stretch for a moment, until he decided she had suffered enough.

“On your knees, Miss Granger” he ordered. His voice was low, commanding. 

Granger blinked, startled. “A-are you kidding me—” she tried to argue. If it wasn’t for the sunglasses he was wearing, he would have glared at her. Instead, he gestured sharply. “T-this is absurd. I don’t have to…” she stammered. 

Yet, in his silence, her hesitation didn’t last long. Her knees bent as she started to lower herself. Before her knees touched the ground, he stopped her. “Wait.” 

“What?” she asked, trembling. 

“There are sharp rocks here. You’ll hurt yourself,” he said. His solution. A sharp tug, pulling the towel down. “Fold it properly so it supports your beautiful knees.” 

“Thanks for your help,” Granger replied, her tone surprisingly sarcastic. Any other time, he would have punished her, but considering she was in the process of placing the towel down before going down on her knees, he decided letting it slip was acceptable. 

Once on her knees, she hesitated, glancing at his rock-hard erection, stained by her juices and his cum. But, her hesitation was short. After everything, she was burning with desire. She tried to hide it as she took it to her hand, her fingers trembling as she caressed it back and forth. 

“Put your beautiful lips at work, Miss Granger. We don’t have all day,” he ordered. 

She still glanced around, trying to see if they were secluded enough. The rocks worked as walls, and the only thing they could see was the sea, the waves crashing to shore gently. Her breath hitched as she came to a decision and leaned forward, her lips brushing against his shaft. 

“This isn’t—” she began weakly, but that was all she was able to say when Draco silenced her with a single push, invading her lips. 

“Stop procrastinating, Miss Granger,” he said mockingly, his voice dangerously soft. “Work those lips.” 

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t pull away or protest. Instead, she started moving. 

He said nothing, his eyes slowly swept over her naked body, the vision even more erotic when he looked up, at her knees, his cock already in her pretty mouth. 

It was a better way to prove his supremacy, he decided. Not the pureblood supremacy. The supremacy of Draco Malfoy, the man who would stop the war … and take over a nice slice of the Wizarding world in the process.

She looked up, finding his gaze despite the glasses. Her face flared red, but her breathing grew more shallow. But, she didn’t stop, which was the only important detail. 

Her movements were slow. Gentle. Testing. Her lips danced over his length, exploring the first portion. He expected her to devour him more.  

She didn’t.

He decided to assist. He grabbed her messy brunette hair, its untamed volume making an excellent handle to tame her, the irony as delicious as the feeling of her lips. He pulled her closer, his shaft pressing against the entrance of her throat. 

Her expression was beautiful. Mostly shock, a touch of anger that faded quickly enough, an erotic dash of excitement, all finally setting on a sexy resignation. Her surrender came quick, and she leaned forward, taking his presence to her throat.

A loud gag escaped her throat, but that only aroused him more. Even without the context, invading the throat of a beautiful brunette to mark her submissive surrender was an incredible experience. Yet, this was Granger, the annoying young woman who had been a part of some of his worst defeats.

Maybe those defeats were childish school fights, unimportant in the grand scheme of things, but the humiliation he suffered was real. Even after that, he wasn’t going to claim that, even in his mind, he was an easygoing person. He was not a Hufflepuff. He was a Slytherin, one with ambition. 

Making her pay for her mistakes in such a visceral way added a new dimension to his carnal pleasure. 

Curious just how far she was gone, he loosened her grip. She still bobbed her head back and forth rapidly. Not much skill, but her enthusiasm not only compensated for it, but also made it better. After all, one thing better than invading Granger’s throat was to take her oral virginity in the process. 

Leaving two other benchmarks for future Draco. 

He watched her enthusiastic movement, mixing with her loud, desperate gags, a new feeling growing inside. Initially, he had no real aim when it came to Granger, other than creating a reliable witness that would swear that Draco had been on the side of the light during the war. The rest had been a reflex, one that was borne from an accidental sight, to keep himself entertained in the process. 

Yet, watching her, a new desire was born in him. Not just to defile her, but to own her, turn her into an enthusiastic bathroom toy that would do everything to keep him satisfied. 

He bit, wondering how feasible it was. Maybe it was not, and once she got used to the treatment, she would realize the absurd length of her submission. Or, maybe she would not… 

Exploring it would be fun. 

However, his long-term plans weren’t enough to distract him from the joy of the moment. “Excellent work, Miss Granger. Try to work that tongue more,” he ordered, tightening his hold on her hair to move faster. She shuddered in excitement at his touch, her chin parting even more to allow him better access. 

One that he used to the best effect. He tightened his hold on her head, and started fucking her face mercilessly. Her eyes widened in shock as she desperately tapped his leg. He pulled back. “Can’t you handle it, Miss Granger,” he asked mockingly, his fake disappointment exaggerated for her to catch it even in her dazed state. “I expected better.” 

Those magic words worked better than any spell. Her expression tightened as she opened her mouth, grabbing his thighs to pull herself deeper. He tightened his hold before he started fucking her throat even harder.

This time, her hands stayed on his hips to pull deeper despite her eyes widening in panic. He pushed deep, again and again, her gags and gasps a melody to his ears. 

After several repeats, her helpless panic turned into desire, flaring further with each push, the only thing she focused on was breathing. 

He could have pulled back, but he did not. Instead, he slid one hand down, catching her dangling tits with his fingers, mauling them with an aggression that matched his invasion. He could feel that he was close. 

But before he could explode, she climaxed. He pulled back slightly while she trembled, her hands on the ground to maintain her balance, showing that she was even more submissive than he had assumed. Cumming from being fucked in the throat, so soon after her previous one, was shocking yet beautiful. 

That thought alone put a smirk on his face. Maybe his desire to dominate her forever wasn’t as impossible as he feared. 

He conjured himself a chair and sat down while she tried to recover. 

She shook her head dazedly, trying to dispel the haze of pleasure. She wasn’t very successful. “Try to catch your breath,” he ordered, which wasn’t exactly possible due to his next move. He leaned forward just enough to caress her wet pussy. 

Her eyes fluttered open, dazed. “We, we shouldn’t… too much…”

“Do you want to stop, Miss Granger,” Draco whispered as his fingers danced against her wet folds. 

Granger bit her lip again, trembling as she tried to think. “Y-you’re … this is wrong.”

He smirked. “That was not the answer to my question, Miss Granger. Try to stick to the exam,” he said mockingly. 

She failed to say another word, but the way her head dipped down was to answer enough. Her legs parting invitingly was just another part of it. Initially, he had planned to stop at an oral joy, afraid to push her true limits. 

But, her surrender was complete. He slid down the chair, and pushed her down to press his shaft against her entrance. She angled her body to meet him at a better angle, arms winding around his neck as his hands roamed along her bare back.

“I … I want to see your true face,” she whispered. 

“As you wish, Miss Granger,” he said and pulled his glasses. 

Her shock was spectacular. “M-Malfoy!” she gasped in shock. Draco expected a panicked pullback, or at least a slap. Instead, she just looked at him in shock. “Y-you’re the spy … but… since when?”

“Since the end of the fifth year, when Riddle decided that torturing my family was a good way to earn our loyalty,” he responded. A lie, but a reasonable one. 

“You…” 

He smirked, amused by the fact that her shock was intense enough that she was ignoring the extremely compromised position they were sharing. Draco was many things, but ambition was near the top. And, ambition requires a willingness to leverage opportunities. He slid forward, invading her core, slowly enough that she could have pushed him away. 

Instead, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside. 

Lost in his explanation, she momentarily ignored it, once again showing how bad she was adapting to surprises. “But I’m a junior Death Eater that supports that monster Riddle, right? Blame Dumbledore and his obsession of having spies,” he said. “Dumbledore forced me to take the mark to prove my loyalty.” 

Her eyes widened. “H-he wouldn’t do that!” Her gasp of shock came in two waves, one indignation about insulting Dumbledore, followed by the physical reaction of losing her virginity. “Ahh, slower!” she gasped again, her gaze dipping down. 

“Me? Granger, your legs are trapping me,” he replied mockingly, surprised by the initiative she was showing. Mostly automatic, driven by a mixture of shock and arousal, but Draco wasn’t nice enough to care. 

He pushed deeper inside her instead. Her back arched. 

As he invaded her core again and again, her lips were busy letting out moans, unable to say anything else. The air grew heavy with the heat between them. 

Just like that, they got lost in each other, the world beyond the secluded rocks had vanished entirely. There was no war here. No Death Eaters. No Order. Only tension, desire, and a silly nerdy girl, unaware of her true beauty, losing her virginity to him. 

Deep inside Granger, a part of him couldn’t help but pity Weasley. It had been clear that they had been dancing around each other for years, yet his insecurities prevented him from asking Granger out. 

A tiny hint of pity, overwhelmed by a much greater sense of victory. 

After all, Weasley, unaware of his inferiority, had always tried to act like he was a rival for him. He couldn’t match him in money, looks, intelligence … the fact that he lost the girl to him was the perfect touch to complete the set. 

He enjoyed the way her fingers were digging into his shoulders desperately as he invaded her again and again, her pleasure building up to an incredible degree. 

Her moans turned even more intense when he flipped her, her prone body pressing against the rock, the thin towel the only thing to protect her body while he railed her from behind, pulling her hair back to further highlight his position. He was the one dominating her. 

And dominating completely. 

Each push made her moan louder, to the point that he couldn’t help but wonder how easy had been to tame Granger. Her attitude when it came to men must have been horrible. 

Then, even as he fucked her hard, he started thinking, trying to remember a time when she had turned someone harshly. He couldn’t remember, but then, he couldn’t remember a time when anyone tried to seduce her. The closest thing had been Krum, and that was years ago. 

He must not be the only one who had been tricked by her horrible fashion sense. Combined with her extreme focus on studying, and the fact that she never separated much from Potter and Weasley meant that she had never experienced the proper male attention. 

And, Draco was lucky enough to enjoy its fruits… 

He started fucking her even harder while he nibbled her neck, leaving some more memorable marks of his dominion, enjoying the way she shivered intensely under him, each second turning her moans into something more primal, without the slightest attempt to stop him.

“Oh, Granger. Working with you for the whole year will be fun,” he muttered. He was aware of taking a risk. Looking from a rational perspective, her only reaction should have been a dismissive scoff, followed by a lengthy explosion about how it was a mistake and that it would never happen again. 

Fortune favored the bold.  

She said nothing. Draco doubted whether she even registered it in the first place. She just gasped beautifully, the desperate melody in her tone making him even harder than the tight grip of her beautiful folds. 

He stopped speaking, and let his grunts mix with her moans instead, every second bringing him closer to a climax. One that finally arrived when she clenched around him desperately, marking another orgasm of her. 

He barely pulled back, spraying her ass and back with his seed, each rope glowing under the afternoon sun. Looking at her body, desperately trembling, he wanted to continue, but his previous effort had been enough to exhaust him despite his enhanced endurance. 

He collapsed next to her, squeezing on the towel with her. “C-can’t you move away,” she muttered, her shame coloring her voice. 

“No, the towel is the only thing I can lay on,” he responded. “I’m too tired to conjure anything.” 

It was a nonsense answer, but it was still enough to silence her. She turned away from him, breathing hard. He hugged her from behind, his shaft against her tight ass, comfortably resting. 

“This… this can’t happen again. It was a mistake,” she whispered, though even she didn’t sound convinced.

Draco could have pushed domineeringly, but instead, he decided to try another trick, one that would help her to rationalize what they did. “You’re missing the advantages,” he whispered. 

“What advantage?” she whispered. 

“This gives you a valid reason to see me without making the Death Eaters suspicious. You can bring the emergency news, or I can help you sneak anywhere that might hold a Horcrux.” 

That was enough to silence her for a while. “Still…” she muttered. 

“Not to mention practical benefits,” he continued. “I’m a spy, and the moment Potter returns, you’ll go on a dangerous undercover mission. Both of us could use a safe way to relax,” he added, like the devil in her ear. “It’s not like you have a boyfriend, do you?” 

The last part had been rough to unearth just the right amount of indignation of her. “You’re right,” she growled in anger, the intensity suggesting Weasley had managed to anger her greatly. “It’s not like I have a boyfriend!”

“Perfect,” he whispered as he moved his hips, slipping inside her once more, his hips moving slowly, though it had less to do with gentleness, and more to do with exhaustion. The lazy pace was the best method to rest while enjoying Granger’s newfound vengeful attitude. 

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As the sun dipped beneath the horizon, they were once again in a similar position, with Draco hugging Granger from behind, though they didn’t stay like that all the time. Instead, they had filled their time to test their agreed-upon stress relief method on various positions, exhausting both of them. 

“I should do. They will worry if I’m not there for dinner,” she whispered. 

Draco wanted to stay in the beach all the time, but it was not an option. But, he still squeezed her breasts while he leaned for an intense kiss. “See you in the next meeting, Granger. Same place, three days later.” 

She stood up to pull the towel from underneath him. “See you then, Malfoy,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant, but failing spectacularly. 

Draco watched her disappear, happy to note the extra sway in her hips as she walked away… He had taken the first step to take her… A nicer man would have focused only her, but the victory she represented was equally important to him. 

He couldn’t help but think that Ron Weasley wasn’t the only one he could punish that way…   

His smirk turned vicious…