Harry walked through the prophecies department alone and was glad that none of his friends followed him. He remembered how his scar hurt in the yard and he, citing poor health, said that he would go to the Gryffindor dormitory. Of course, he didn't go there. Instead, he went to Umbridge's office and, taking advantage of the turmoil, moved to the Ministry of Magic using the fireplace.
Wandering around the department, he felt as if he was being called somewhere. Having followed this call, he stopped in front of the prophecy. Taking it, he grinned and shook his head, thinking to himself: “Some kind of nonsense.” Suddenly, he felt someone standing behind him and turning sharply, automatically holding his wand in his hand, he met the gaze of Lucius Malfoy.
-Lord Malfoy, what an unexpected meeting,” said Harry, looking at the blond man standing in front of him.
-Mr. Potter. Glad to see you here - Lucius answered briefly.
-Now, I will ask you to give me the prophecy and perhaps I will not torture you for too long.
-With joy. But first, kneel before me and ask for it.
Hearing this, Lucius frowned and, squeezing his wand harder, he said menacingly: -I have no time for your idiotic jokes, Potter.” Prophecy, NOW!
Frowning, Potter pretended to throw the prophecy on the floor and for a second Lucius's heart sank in fear.
-Good! Good! -Having said this, Lucius looked menacingly at Potter and knelt down, slightly contorting his face.
Smirking at this action, Harry walked closer to Lucius and abruptly grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face straight towards his crotch.
Lucius hissed at this and closed his eyes, allowing the young man to do this to himself.
- Like this. Good whore. It even looks pathetic how easy it was to bring you to your knees. I am sure that anyone who shows his power over you will make you whine from insignificance.
Lucius closed his eyes and listened to Potter, and when he heard that anyone could bring him to his knees, he raised his head and wanted to be indignant, but when he tried to answer, he received a slap in the face and looked at the boy in shock.
Potter, looking at Malfoy, grinned and took his wand, first twirled it in his hands, and then casually pointed it at Lucius and with a dark grin said: “Crucio” and watched with pleasure as one of the dark lord’s closest minions writhe on the floor.
Unbearable pain pierced Lucius's body. The most terrible thing was that he could not allow himself to scream, otherwise he could attract the attention of other eaters, therefore, clenching his teeth and fists tightly, he tried to endure the pain, but contrary to his thoughts, the pain did not stop, but only increased.
Lucius held on with all his strength, but due to the incessant pain, he lost track of time and suddenly, he opened his eyes, wet with tears, and, quietly sobbing, rubbed his crotch against Potter's shoe.
Looking at such a wonderful sight, the smile did not leave Harry’s face and, having lifted the spell, he stepped with all his might on Malfoy’s hard bulge and giggled. With a wave of his wand, Harry tilted Lucius's chest towards his kneeling and standing up, placing his boots in front of the aristocrat's face, he ordered him in an orderly tone to lick them clean.
Malfoy, quietly sobbing, hesitantly ran his tongue over the toe of his boot and grimaced at the taste of dust, but fearing the consequences, he began to polish the impudent boy’s boots with his tongue. Potter at this time decided to listen to the prediction.
Five minutes later, with a dissatisfied face, he put the prediction back on the shelf and, looking at the illustrious Lord Malfoy, grinned and patted him on the head.
-What a good whore, but you only cleaned 1 of my shoes. -Lucius sobbed and sighed loudly when Potter lifted him by the hair and pushed him towards the shelf.
-bend over and spread your legs and try to be quiet. -Hearing this, Lucius did as he was told and felt his pants being cut at the anus. Potter, casting a cleaning and lubrication spell. Without allowing Malfoy to say anything, he thrust his huge penis into Lucius's warmth and listened with pleasure as Malfoy tried to hold back his groans of pain.
By fucking Lucius, Harry understood that he had destroyed the reputation of the illustrious Lord. A plan emerged in his head for how he would send these memories to the Dark Lord and the rest of the devourers. The Malfoy reputation will be destroyed forever. With such thoughts, Potter fucked Lucius for about 10 minutes and finally, grabbing Lucius by the hips, he came inside the whore with a quiet exhalation and closed his eyes with pleasure.
Hearing a quiet cry, he turned Lucius around and looked at the crying aristocrat with dark satisfaction in his eyes. Lucius felt humiliated at that moment. He always believed that his family and himself should be the main ones in everything, but this situation showed him that this is not so.
Pulling his cock out of Lucius's hole and placing it on his knees, he brought his fallen member to Malfoy's Lips and ordered him to clean it. Lucius, still not over everything, began to lick Potter's penis and after three minutes he finished and looked down with his head down.
Potter, putting his penis in his pants, grinned and threw the aristocrat's hidden wand at his feet and said with a grin:
-It was a pleasure to meet you, Lord Malfoy. Thank you for the wonderful sex, oh, and by the way, this prophecy is a fake.” With these words, he took the prophecy for the last time and looking into the aristocrat’s frightened and disbelieving face, he threw the fake prophecy on the floor, causing it to break into a bunch of small fragments.
Turning away, Potter began to clean himself up, listening with a smile to the Aristocrat's quiet cry.
- Stop whining. Get up and follow me. Unless, of course, you want to stay here and continue to cry like a nonentity.