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Draco Malfoy pushed through the heavy doors of the boys' washroom, the familiar scent of damp stone and stale air greeting him. He leaned against the cool wall, relishing what little silence he was met with. Hogwarts had been twice as loud and three times as irritating with the visiting schools clogging up the halls for the triwizarding tournament.
He’d snuck out halfway through another trial. He loved watching professional quidditch, he didn’t mind the noise then, but here at Hogwarts he had no one to root for, really. There was Cedric, but that was just because he was the last real option for him. Fleur seemed nice enough, but Draco doubted she could actually win with the other competitors being so bloodthirsty. Nothing against her womanhood, he was sure she could be vicious if she wanted to, but moreso than Krum or any Durmstrang student? He had his doubts.
Draco’s magic was potent, he had a natural affinity for charms, and he got good grades in all his classes, but he had his doubts about going head-to-head with Krum. A part of him, some cowardly, tiny piece of him, was kind of glad he couldn’t compete. The other much, much larger part of him resented Potter for being able to.
Before he could even register the shadow at the corner of his eye, someone lunged at him, fist connecting with the bridge of his nose. It felt like molten talons were all clawing at a centralized point of agony in the middle of his pointy face. He choked, falling back onto the tile with a thud that sent a shock up his spine. Draco scrambled for his wand as he felt thin blood gush down his lips, but a heavy boot planted itself onto his wrist, ripping the wand from his grip.
Draco wheezed, feeling his hand go fuzzy and limp under the pressure, and groaned, tonguing a tooth that felt suspiciously loose.
Draco recognized the fur, the leather belts and the metal toes branding the tips of their heavy-duty boots. His attacker was from Durmstrang
“What the fuck is wrong with you, you fucking brute!?”
Another heavy boot pressed against his neck, a different student who had followed his friend in no doubt. Draco squirmed at the cool, wet soil coating his throat, swallowing thickly as he took in a slow breath, trying not to swallow his own blood.
“Look at you, mal'chik,” a third one sneered as he nudged Draco’s head with the tip of his wand, dragging the cool end of it along Draco’s cheek, “Yeah, this’ll be more than enough.”
Draco’s breath hitched as a rough hand gripped his fringe, shaking his head and slamming it back down onto the floor with enough force to leave Draco feeling dizzy.
“Ennough f’r what??”
One of them laughed, his touch firm and confident as he pulled open Draco’s winter coat. He tried to squirm away, but a grip on his wrists tightened, holding him firmly in place.
“The black market pays good for Pensieve memories, and a memory of a young, high-status Pureblood like you? One vial could cover my entire tuition.”
Draco could feel his heart drop, bile rising in his throat again. “W—What? You can’t—”
“Who says we can’t? Imagine it, Malfoy, I’m sure some Pureblood fanatics would sell an arm for a glimpse of this.”
“You can’t do this,” Draco protested weakly again, as if that would change anything. His voice lacked conviction, and he could almost picture his father shaking his head.
A thick leather belt was shoved into his mouth, wrapped tightly around the back of his head, and he groaned, biting down on the buckle as a few pairs of hands started roaming around his legs, squeezing at his inner thighs, pushing his knees out, holding his ankles.
The flat head of one of the students cocks pressed against his cheek and he could smell the musk emanating off it, rubbing over the sharp bridge of his nose and the straight line of his jaw. He turned sharply, clenching his teeth and snarling at the student, but one of the hands holding him down by his hips reached up to slap him across the face.
"Submit or we'll have to take action to make you." The dick just pressed against the corner of his eye, rubbing precome into his lashes and Draco shoved against his restraints, kicking in an attempt to escape. An especially sharp hex hit his crotch and Draco's brow pinched in pain, attempting to recoil but the hands against him kept him flat on the floor.
One hand slipped one of his dress shoes off, pulling his sock down halfway and a mortified expression overcame Draco’s face as he felt something hot and wet slide between the sole of his foot and his sock. He bit hard into the belt, huffing as he tried to stifle his laughs at the strange sensation, the head of the dick slipping down to his toes and back to his heel as the grip around his ankle tightened. His knees twitched, and his toes curled trying to get away from it but it was a useless effort.
There was a mix of strange words Draco had no familiarity with, and Draco felt the hands around his hips tighten and the sound of his fly unzipping.
His heart pounded and a furious flush took over his neck as the first student pulled down his trousers, exposing his groin to the cold air of the washroom. A rough hand gripped his half-chub, squeezing painfully around him, and when he squealed, he could hear a few chuckles around him. The cock against his foot throbbed and released, the hot liquid gushing out between his toes in his sock. He grimaced at the wet feeling, but was met with another dick, rubbing against his thigh.
His embarrassment was swiftly overshadowed by the feeling of something throbbing pressing against his pucker, and four hands worked in unison: one pressing his knee to his shoulder, another pushing his thigh to the side, and the remaining two spreading him wide open.
The student on his knees in front of him lined himself up, pressing against his hole.
“Fuck, he’s tight,” the student muttered, and Draco tensed. This had to be some awful dream. Hogwarts students weren't just stripped in the toilets and... and had this done to them. This shouldn't be happening to him; it couldn't be. He couldn't even imagine what his father would say if word got out about—
His train of thought was abruptly halted as the student slammed his hips forward, shoving himself in. His teeth gritted, and he went stiff, a small whimper pulling out his throat.
The students narrow tip crashed into Draco's prostate, and at first Draco didn’t realize what had happened. The molten explosion of pleasure rippled over him in waves and Draco bit his tongue as the corners of his vision splotched with darkness, his cock weakly spurting a glob of precome onto his thigh.
His breath came in thin inhales and he could hear whispering around him. The sensation of someone thrusting in and out hurt like nothing he'd ever felt before. This sharp pain overtook his lower regions when the thick base of the students dick squeezed that last inch of itself into him, and against the stretch of his rim burned as the boy fucked into him. This couldn't possibly be right. His whole body shook in time with his thrusts and Draco sobbed, a full shuddering inhale and sniffle. This couldn't be right because every third thrust or so felt so so good as it dragged against this part of him that had his knees shaking to close.
“Looks like our little pedersiz is enjoying this,” one of them sneered, shooting a stinging hex at his stomach that had him gasping.
Draco groaned, hips rolling uselessly against the hands holding him down and soon enough the student humping into him was slowing down, moaning as he spent inside him. As soon as he pulled out, Draco's shoulders were hoisted up and he was shoved into a stall. His arse hurt as he landed roughly onto the porcelain toilet seat but it was short-lived as two students beside him held his legs open, another Durmstrang hunched over him and lining up to enter.
The stretch wasn't so awful this time, it'd be good, even, if Draco's thighs didn't burn from being held open. If his boney arse didn't hurt from being held down onto the hard porcelain.
Draco moaned as the students cock angled up inside of him, rubbing against him so good. He felt so warm everywhere. Draco gripped at the fur collar of his uniform, his breath coming out thick and heavy and he could hear the student huff with amusement.
When he finished, Draco could hear his cum splashing down into the toilet below him and he cringed at the wet noise.
The next student was quick to grip Draco's hip but when something thin and cold breached him slowly, Draco grunted in confusion. He glanced down, only to see himself clenching around a wand. It thrusted into him experimentally before a spell was uttered and he was stretched open, gaping around air. Draco gasped at the strange sensation, so full yet so empty, and the wand continued softly probing at his walls.
He found what he was looking for quickly, his wand poking into a small swell inside of him and Draco gasped, gripping at the coat of the boy next to him who had been holding one of his legs. Oh Gods did that ever feel good. Draco moaned, high and whiney as another boys wand joined in, both of them gently tracing over that buldge of nerves inside of him. A finger joined them as they rubbed over him and Draco swore nothing could ever possibly feel this good.
He moaned around the belt in his mouth, clenching his eyes shut, "Ahn! H—Oh Godsshh—Ahhhnn—Ashhter! Ahster—!"
A few students laughed around him, he heard one of them moan. “Listen to the bitch, begging like a schlampe.”
One of the wands shoved in roughly, pushing hard against that swell, and Draco choked, his toes clenching as a thin spew of cum escaped him with a gasp. The wand dug into him harder and he could feel a second spurt of ejaculate escape him.
“Look at him, squirting like a little devochka.”
“leashe,” Draco whimpered, his body shaking with the intensity of his ejaculation. “sh—stop.”
His hair was gripped roughly and Draco's eyes pinched tightly as he winced. As quick as they were inside him prodding around and laughing, they were gone and another student was right behind them, thrusting in, and Draco sobbed as his cock punched into his sensitive prostate. "Stop? But you were just having so much fun, suka."
He pulled out and Draco's hand shot up to cover his mouth when a whine escaped him.
“Beg for it, suka.”
Draco’s face flushed with humiliation, but he couldn’t hold back the words. “leashe, p—leashe rape me,” he begged, his voice trembling.
The student above him smiled and he could hear laughter filling the air. “That’s right, Malfoy,” the student slipped inside him again and Draco whimpered, arching his hips into the rough thrusting. Draco's hand shook as it found his erection, stroking over his sensitive head feverously.
“Look at him, all eager and desperate,” the German student sneered. “Just a little hure, taking it like a good little bitch.”
Another one of them laughed, “Maybe some ministry members would buy this from us. Could you imagine? Your Daddy attending a meeting full of old wizards who’ve all had their cocks sucked while imaging you being raped on a toilet.”
The thought, horrifyingly, made Draco’s dick twitch and his hand sped up. He could almost see it: Aurors and high-ranking officials, their faces flushed with desire as they watched his humiliation play out in their personal Pensieves, cumming into a puddle of wretched memories. Maybe they'd make him strip the next time he went to the ministry just to search him, take their thick batons and—and—
Oh Gods what was he thinking!?
Draco’s mind spun and his hand shook as he approached another orgasm.
“Love being our little shlyukha.” the student muttered against his neck, his breaths thick and damp. “Desperate little whore.”
Draco’s body convulsed, the pleasure overwhelming as he came with a cry, his body trembling with the force of his release. The students laughed, echoing through the washroom as Draco was left panting and spent.
“That’s right, Malfoy,” one of the students sneered, patting Draco’s cheek roughly. “Just a little kurt, all used up and still begging for more.”
Draco slumped against the toilet, his body aching and his mind a whirlwind of shame as his erection filled again against his thigh. He didn't know how long it continued or how many more students had their way with him. He just knew that by the time they had stopped to leave, his jaw ached against the belt between his teeth worse than the pain between his legs.
“That should do it... time to sell to the highest bidder.”
Draco groaned against the belt, and just as one of the students was about to leave, he whispered something to one of his friends, whose knuckles were still coated in Draco's dried blood.
They approached him, unfastening their belts and restraining his wrists to the toilet, one of them shoving his wand into his arse and left with a "Just because you enjoyed it so much. Maybe your classmates will help you out."
Draco groaned, alone now in the toilets. His body ached, his stomach swirled with feelings he disgustingly didn't feel guilty about. They left him there, leaking around his wand into the toilet, and his erection was full now, pressing against his stomach as it leaked precome.
And he found himself horrified to hope that someone would find him here, and knowing how much they all already hated him, they'd probably use him just like he wanted them to.
Harry Potter slouched under his invisibility cloak through the corridors of Hogwarts, his mind buzzing with the whispers and rumors he’d overheard. Ron had been teasing him relentlessly about the... that thing in the boys' washroom. His face flushed just thinking about it. It piqued his curiosity despite his best efforts to ignore it. Harry had always been the innocent one, he was the one who pointed out strange signs in knockturn alley only for Hermione to shush him with red ears.
“Come on, Harry,” Ron had said earlier, his voice filled with mischief. “You’ve got to see it for yourself. It’s the talk of the school.”
Harry hesitated, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He knew he shouldn’t, but he was so curious. With a deep breath, he made his way to the washroom, his steps quickening as he neared the door.
Pushing it open, he stepped inside, the cool air hitting him as he took in the dimly lit space. The washroom was eerily quiet. Harry’s eyes scanned the stalls, his heart racing when he saw the one without a door.
As he reached the stall, he heard a soft moan, a sound filled with both pain and pleasure. He paused, his breath catching in his throat. Slowly, he stepped towards it, his eyes widening in shock at the sight before him.
Draco Malfoy was sprawled against the toilet, his body covered with red marks and belts. The belts were everywhere. One clenched between his teeth, two over his eyes, and so many of them restraining his arms back and his legs open. Harry almost choked when he saw the belt tightly wound around the base Malfoy's erection.
Harry's face rippled with heat and his stomach twisted with a mix of horror and a strange, unwanted arousal. He could feel himself filling out in his boxer-briefs and he bit his tongue willing a small whine back down his throat. Draco’s breath was coming in ragged gasps around his gag, he seemed lost in a world of his own.
Harry’s mind raced, trying to process what he was seeing. This was Draco Malfoy, the boy who'd bullied him and his friends relentlessly, now reduced to this. The sight was horrifying but it made Harry squeeze his thighs together just to quell the throbbing between his legs.
“Malfoy?” Harry’s voice was barely a whisper.
Malfoy shifted against his restraints and Harry dumbly remembered he wouldn't be able to answer even if he wanted to, not with the way he was drooling around that belt.
Harry hesitated, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, and his cock was pressing achingly hard against the fly of his jeans. He had come here out of curiosity... but it's not like Draco would know who he was... right?
He tentatively reached out from under his cloak and touched Malfoy's collarbone, feeling the warmth of his skin. Malfoy flinched slightly, but then relaxed under his touch. Harry’s breath hitched as he felt a surge of power, a strange sense of control that was both exhilarating and terrifying.
Malfoy panted heavily against the belt between his teeth, his hips shifting to spread his legs impossibly wider.
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Malfoy's ear. “Is this what you want, Malfoy?” he whispered.
Malfoy's breath hitched, a soft moan escaping his lips and his shoulders jerked against his restraints.
Harry’s heart pounded in his chest. He had never felt like this before, his dick felt like it might burst before he could pull it out. He let his hand trail lower, tracing his fingers over the fading red marks over Malfoy's body. Malfoy whined, shivering under his hand and he felt a strange fluttering in his stomach. He had come here to help, but now he found himself crossing a mental line he never thought he would.
For a moment, Harry hesitated, allowed himself a moment to back out but he found himself shaking to unzip his fly.
He pulled himself out, whimpering when he pressed himself against the slight gape of Malfoy's hole, a glob of cum leaking out and coating the tip of his dick.
He slid in, and it was so warm and wet it made this obscene squelch noise that had Harry's eyes watering. He pressed further, gently until his hips met Malfoy's arse with a light tap. Malfoy sighed gratefully when Harry bottomed out, like he had just received his food at a high-end restaurant, or like he had just found his wand he had lost.
Then he felt it, something moving in Malfoy, soft and fluttering quickly against Harry's tip, and he moaned, his balls tightening as the strange sensation quivered against him. He groaned, dropping his head down to Malfoy's sharp shoulder as he thrust in again, met with the same, strange tickling at his tip.
Draco keened, rolling his hips to meet Harry's thrusts and clenching around him in this way that made his knees weak and Merlin it wasn't even 30 seconds until Harry was drooling, cumming inside him with a whimper.
He kept his hips thrusting as he spurted weakly into Malfoy, whining as his legs ached, threatening to give out.
When he pulled out, his ejaculate pouring obscenely out of Draco's arse, he bent down to reach in with his fingers. His professors always praised his curiosity. It was easy, two and then three fingers slipped in and Draco hummed at the intrusion.
It wasn't deep enough though, he slipped in a fourth and there was a little resistance. Harry pressed until his knuckles were sound inside Draco, but when he slipped his thumb in, Draco hissed and clenched around him.
Without really thinking, Harry gripped Draco's erection, stroking him relentlessly. A spurt of cum escaped him, leaking over Harry's fist and in that moment he pressed, hard. Draco cried, clenching hard around Harry as his fist breached him in one, sharp movement, his knuckles settling roughly against his prostate.
"On't—Ohh—On't shtop..." Draco whimpered and Harry felt his erection stirring back to life. When Harry pressed further, Draco just squirmed, groaning against the belt. His hips jerked relentlessly and his thighs quivered as Harry slid in further.
Right around when his wrist was in, he felt it against the tips of his fingers again. Fluttering. He pushed deeper and Draco shrieked with a sharp sob when Harry gripped it, pulling it out in one sharp movement. He hadn't really thought that through. He really should've moved slower, he was convinced that he may have really hurt Draco with the way he was writhing and gasping in place but a second later a small spew of ejaculate escaped him and he went limp.
It was a snitch. Harry almost laughed. Of course he'd be the one to catch it.
He leaned over Draco, pulling the belt out his mouth. Draco's teeth clenched and his jaw settled not in place, as if he hadn't be able to close it fully in days.
"Potter," Malfoy grinned, his breaths coming in ragged, "You—hah! Didn't peg you the type."
Harry jolted, shocked at the mention of his name. Draco was blindfolded and still knew? He swallowed thickly and kept his composure. He could still regain a bit of dignity, "Do you want to be let out?"
Draco scoffed and Harry felt a weak stinging hex bite his ankle. He peered down, only to see Draco was holding his wand in his bound wrists.
"Malfoy... You...?"
"Don't be ridiculous. It was completely against my will at first."
"At first?"
Draco hummed, his grin faltering into a thin line.
"It was... well... It's nice, y'know?"
Harry huffed, "No, I can't say I do."
"Then stop talking and start doing, I'm getting antsy."
And truly, he was. Harry could see his erection standing proudly between them as his hips squirmed on the toilet.
Harry pulled the belt back up, settling it in between Draco's teeth, and his pale chest heaved as he laughed silently in this way that seemed too warm and soft for the position they found themselves in.
Harry pressed the snitch back in, watching it get sucked up by Draco's rim.
"Free yourself and come get me yourself if you're so antsy."
Harry's hand found his shoulder, rubbing against Draco's collarbone before slipping into his cloak and leaving. He hoped, stupidly, that he'd see Draco soon.