Scolding Harry
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Pet tried to open his eyes but his head hurt and the lights were too bright so he just let them flutter shut again. He felt something leak out of his slowly pulsing hole as voices spoke in barely hushed tones above him. He was too dumb and they were talking too fast for him to understand, but they sounded stressed. He flattened his sensitive ears against his head and curled into himself.
“You took too much!” Hermionie blazed. A slap sounded. “How are we going to play with him if he’s dead, Harry?”
A muffled “Sorry,” and a frustrated kick against something wooden. “I haven’t drank in a while-”
“And who’s bloody fault is that? Honestly Harry… and there’s blood all over the clothes I gave you!”
“Sorry Mistress.”
She muttered an annoyed “Wingardium Leviosa,” and Pet felt his body lift gently from the floor as a slightly warm wind encompassed him and played with his hair.
Magic prickled the air and the wetness all over Pet’s neck went away. The wetness between his legs vanished shortly afterwards and Pet shuddered.
“Why'd you have to fuck him so hard? Now I’m all bothered…”
“Sorry Mistress-”
“You’re licking me until I cum when I get back.”
“Yes Mistress.” Master’s voice sounded almost relieved.
Pet felt himself floating out of the room. “If you keep breaking your toys, I'll have to punish you, Potter.” She followed Pet and shut the door, leaving Master behind. Pet wanted to whine but was too afraid to protest. Who was going to make Master feel good now?
Hermionie tapped his forehead with her wand and Draco felt his mind return in an instant, causing him to gasp for breath.
"I do hope you're enjoying your training, Draco." The last thing he saw before he blacked out was Granger's satisfied smirk.