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The Malfoys have a curse.
It's not as bad as the one from his mother's side. But it's still a curse.
Malfoys don't age normally, Alaric Malfoy saw how his son, Ellery was growing into an ugly teenager, and scared from this development, decided to curse his own son with his own curse. The boy didn't age from age 12 to 17, he looked like a 12 year old. Until suddenly on his 17th birthday, he grew into a man.
And Draco is worried the curse has decided he's ugly, he's 16, like he's peers, but unlike them, who have to glamour their acne, dark circles and even unattractive face figures, he doesn't have to do anything because he still looks like he did when he was 14, short, round and just a little bit pointy, cute it's annoying. So annoying because of course the people who he made fun of before now are taking a toll on him!
One of them being Harry Potter!
He's the worst of them all to be honest.
People usually refrain from getting close to him, nothing physical since they know the power his parents hold, but Potter? His parents have the same amount of power and he uses that to his advantage.
He gets physical but not in the sense of fighting. He would have preferred that! No, he HOLDS HIS WAIST!! He hugs his waist, murmuring about how small he is and how that is super hot, and Draco can't do anything but try and fight! But he has the strength of a 14 year old while Potter has the physique of a 16 year old and the strength of one who plays Quidditch regularly. He loses the fight all the time.
He ends up with his feet dandling while Potter holds him, like a cat, before the Gryffindor makes him sit on one of his string defined arms and isn't that a torture?
He feels like he's salivating every time that happens, but what breaks his will is the way he kisses his temple before murmuring.
"Wanna take my cock now?"
He is always tempted to say yes. He means— that's Harry Potter! Son of James Potter, the head auror and Lily Potter! Head healer. He is just as talented as them, strong, handsome and so fucking hung!
He's heard the rumors, everyone has.
But also— He has a reputation! He can't just nod stupidly and accept Potter eagerly!
So he pushes his face away from his own, Potter makes a disappointed noise and leaves him on the floor. His heart racing and his thoughts all over the place until he reaches his bed.
Pushing his friends out of the room and conjuring a magical dildo into fucking him while he hugs a pillow, imagining it's Potter. That's a curse on his own.
Until a day, a cursed day.
He was with his friends, just reading and writing notes of the essay due in three weeks, when Pansy, the cow, bored out of her mind started to tease him.
"So... Potter"
"No"
"Everyone hears your moans Draco, we know is Potter who you want"
"A bit ironic since he's always pushing him away" Theo interrupts, not helping at all.
"That's none of your business"
"Well it is ours since we can't sleep in our own room thanks to your screams" Blaise takes the word
"I do not—"
"You do, something along the lines of 'Oh Harry! Yes! There!'" Theo makes a bad imitation of Draco, making the blonde gain an intense red on his cheeks.
"That's not—"
"Who would have thought?" a deep voice sounds from behind them, and Draco knows it so well his neck could break from the speed at which he turned.
Potter was there, smirking and looking so smug it was infuriating.
"THEY'RE LY—"
"No, we aren't, please Potter, do something, it's getting worse"
"Excuse me!"
A pair of hands slip below his arms, picking him up, his feet leave the ground and he's once again dangling in the air, he hates it.
"Is that true, baby? You want my cock so bad?" Potter whispers in his ear and he feels his whole body tingle from it.
His back is pressed against Potter's chest, the Gryffindors hands hugging his waist once again, making it more difficult to think. He wants to submit to Harry so badly it hurts. He should be selfish, just a little bit. Father won't know.
He nods, not trusting his voice to speak without sounding breathy and needy.
"I knew that pretty face was going to be mine. Friday, right before potions, you have a free period, right?"
Draco nods once again, and Harry laughs.
"So non verbal, don't worry I'll make you scream, alright. On the fifth floor bathroom, don't be late"
He showed up late. It wasn't his intention! He got tangled in a hard discussion with Blaise about why if he puts on yellow clothes they'll wash him away.
The bathroom is empty once he gets there, and he feels disappointment grow on his belly, before turning and entering a cubicle to rapidly treat his annoyingly semi hard on.
Three days later, on a Monday, on his free period before potions, like each day. A big hand rapidly held his wrist.
"I told you to not be late, and what did you do?"
"I'm sorry! Blaise—"
"Shut up" Harry pulls him through the halls, it is difficult to follow his rhythm since he's so much taller and a step for him is there for Draco.
He opens up the door and crashes their lips together. Draco has no time to think about how Harry Potter, probably his crush since he was 7, is kissing him!
His lip is being bitten at the same time his trousers are being opened and roughly pulled down.
"Wai—" Harry takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside Draco's mouth and every thought is gone from his mind, his probable apologies, how his rings are probably wet since he let his bag fall to the floor, how he's probably going to be late to potions. Everything went away.
He feels Harry's warm hand around his dick. And Harry chuckles! The Gryffindor goes away for a few seconds, letting him breathe before whispering to his lips.
"Even your dick is small" he gives it a little slap with his hand, and that makes Draco moan. Closing his legs"
"Oh you did not"
There's a tongue inside his mouth again, exploring and licking every space of it, it's not difficult since Harry's is bigger than his and could easily fill his mouth.
Harry's hand is busy jerking him off, is too fast and raw to feel completely good, but his own body makes it bearable by producing alarmingly large quantities of precum.
"That good, huh?" Harry asks separating from the kiss, Draco nods while panting and holding the sink hard between his hands "I want to use that mouth…"
He is being held by the shoulders and shoved down to the floor, his knees hurt from the impact to the floor but is not as bad as feeling the unknown liquid wetting his skin.
His face gets hit by a meaty thing, almost the size of his whole face in length, is heavy and the scent is making him dizzy.
It's Harry's cock.
"Look at you, so gone. Draco Malfoy is such a slut… Open up whore, you'll get lunch"
Draco does, he opens his mouth big and waits for Harry to do the rest, instead, the Gryffindor takes his erection and hits him in the cheek once, making Draco pull his tongue out, trying to catch even a small lick. Twice and then lets it flop into his awaiting tongue. He moans at the sensation.
He quickly licks it, does everything he imagined will feel good, it's not like he's done this before, not many are interested in his tiny frame.
"You're like a kitten, all small licks, shame. I need to see your mouth around my cock, see if it fits"
Harry takes his chin, and directs his erection towards his awaiting mouth, pushing the head inside. Draco opens as much as he can, being careful with his teeth, but Harry is big.
Potter doesn't seem to care and forces him to open his mouth more with his fingers, slipping his tip completely inside.
"Such a tight fit, baby. Suck" he does, he sucks while his tongue continues to lick his kitten licks and does his best to rub the rest of the shaft with his hands.
After a while, probably unsatisfied, Harry takes his head from behind the neck and forces himself inside his throat, opening it up.
Draco swears he can feel it bulging his neck.
But the Gryffindor doesn't stop thrusting his hips, going faster and deeper with each press of his pelvis against his face.
The feeling of Harry's pubs in his nose tickles, but he gets distracted by the musk and the surprise of feeling how his knees stopped touching the floor, he's practically being held just by Harry's hand!
Merlin, he's in heaven.
Harry doesn't let him enjoy his dizzy feeling pushing his face away this time.
"Damn, we have really little time. Come here" Harry murmurs while looking at his watch.
He takes him by the shoulder again and pulls him up, he's panting, not really able to control his breathing after having his pipeline choked.
He loved it.
"Mmh, this is going to be difficult…" Harry murmurs at his back, when did he get there? "Hold to the sink, will you?"
Draco obeys, still dizzy from Harry's cock on his throat, holding to the sink and pushing his hips out the way Harry's hands are guiding him.
He's still trying to chase after his mind when he feels it, a charm cleaning his insides, just like the one he used before coming here.
He was going to complain, saying that his hygienic habits are more than enough. When something wet against his rim took him by surprise, he squeaked.
"There you are, welcome back" Harry says mockingly before going back to licking his rim. He takes both of his cheeks, opening him up before sinking his tongue on Draco's hole, the blond moaned loudly.
He could feel it, feel how that muscle is moving inside him, stretching and tasting his walls, wetting them at the same time the Gryffindor returned to jerk him off as if he was milking a cow instead of touching his dick, rough, fast and raw.
"Ah! Harry— wait—" He had to bite his hand, trying to drown the mewls that he would have made, the way Harry treats him is just perfect.
He whined when Harry's administrations stopped.
"We don't have enough time for a proper rimming, little whore" Harry murmurs, taking his hips in his hands and raising them, Draco's feet stopped touching the floor.
"So small you don't even reach the floor, so hot"
Draco turns his head, locking his gray eyes to Harry's green.
The way Harry looked at him, while filled with lust, also had a lot of fondness, how he wished he could touch the floor to open his legs.
He felt the weight of Harry's cock on top of his arse, his eyes widened and Harry's became amused.
"You're just so fucking small I need to compare my cock to the rest of you"
"It'sallright"
"Ready?"
Draco nodded, feeling the hand that wasn't in his waist (When did it leave?) Rub a little against his left cheek, Harry's aligning his cock against his hole.
The vision Harry had was to kill for. Draco is so small, his pink hole is just as small, being inside him must be heaven thanks to his little size.
But just looking at how massive his cock tip looked beside his puffy hole made things to his insides.
He pushed in with his hand and Draco reacted immediately, like the little slut he knew the blonde was, moaning wantonly, basically begging for more.
It was a little difficult, even with the amount of conjured lubricant, he must have never put anything in his ass.
"Just— ngh! My fingers! Ah fuck—"
"So, nothing then?"
"And a…" Draco decided to ignore him, for his sake "Magical dil— Oh HARRY!"
Draco screamed once he forced himself all the way inside, bottoming out. Just the thought of little Draco riding a small, just like him, dildo turned him on enough to want to fill his insides now.
"Ow, ow, Harry that hurts, fuck you're too big—" he got cut off by his own moan at the feeling of Harry's cock leaving his insides empty just to go back and reach the deepest part of his body. He's sure that a little bigger and he could get into unknown parts of his anatomy.
"Ow— oh" Harry doesn't know if the sounds Draco makes are from pleasure or from pain, but he hasn't told him to stop so he doesn't. He takes the small waist between his hands, he almost can completely close them, and sets a fast pace. Their class is going to begin soon, and Draco will be upset if they miss it.
Draco can't think, he literally lost the ability, only moaning and whimpering at how good it feels to finally have an ache he didn't even notice gone. He wanted to be fucked, and he's getting railed like Harry's life depend on it. Each thrust moves his body to the front but Harry's hands, pulling in his hips make him meet the thrust in the middle and he goes back to the middle.
"Fuck you're crying?" Draco sniffs the snot that wants to leave his nose, it's just the pleasure he feels every time Harry rubs against his prostate is overwhelming and he can only cry at how good it feels.
Harry takes his chest, pushing him behind until his back crashes with Harry's sweaty chest.
He sees his reflection and he moans even harder. He looks so ruined. His vision is blurry but he can clearly see his mascara running down his cheeks, and his lips all red from Harry's kisses.
And then, when he thought this was it. He looked a little down, and admired how his belly deformed to accommodate Harry's cock in his insides, he teased his legs, in excitement.
"Did you just— stop clenching ah! You're just— ngh so fucking cute" Harry moans at his neck before forcing his tongue inside his mouth again, and Draco xants take it anymore. He cums.
He whines loudly, tensing his body, that only seems to encourage Harry who puts more speed on his hips, it's a little difficult since Draco's hole refuses to let him go.
And soon enough his feelings the spurts of thick cum filling his arse. It's so warm and lewd he fully loses his vision for a few seconds, lost in pleasure.
The shape of Harry's dick in his belly, plus the gulps of cum, leaving his hole with each inch of Harry's cock leaving his insides makes him feel empty.
Not for long since the neck thing he knows a plug is being shoved in his hole, the only lubricant being Harry's cum, at the same time that his neck is bitten with force just to be pampered in kisses and hickeys next.
Possessive much?
Harry carries him all the way to the classroom, where he walks carefully, on shaking legs to his seat, feeling Harry's cum leaking from his hole and wetting his trousers.
Yes, Malfoy's are cursed.
And Draco's personal curse is becoming Harry Potter's cocksleeve.