The Dazed Pet
“Training” continued the next day. In public.
It started with Draco waking up in the hospital wing, confused and wet. He realized that there was a pillow between his legs that he had been humping in his sleep.
He was horrified to find Madame Pomfry standing above him with her arms crossed.
“Mr. Malfoy. You’re all better now. I think you should go.” She said flatly.
“Yes, right away-” he scrambled up and she left with a scoff.
He quickly drew the curtains around his cot and replaced his hospital gown with a pile of neatly folded clothes. They smelled like his Masters…
He shook his head violently and steadied himself against a wall.
No. He would not let those stupid Gryffindors get the best of him… he wouldn’t-
His crotch began to slowly pulse.
He groaned and slapped his palm to his forehead. How was he going to live like this? There was no way he could concentrate with whatever curse that mudblood put on him-
He automatically received a jolt of pain, as if there was an invisible collar around his neck choking him.
He somehow knew that he was being punished for thinking of his Master in such a way.
He hung his head. He felt lost. He needed someone to tell him what to do.
Sullenly, he put on his clothes and tried to ignore how uncomfortable they felt brushing against sensitive skin.
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He walked towards potions class in a daze, trying to act normal despite the rough cloth of his trousers brushing back and forth and back and forth against his sensitive little nub-
“Hello, Malfoy.” Potter pulled up next to him like they were casual friends. Taller and stronger and smelling like vanilla and other good things ripe for tasting.
“Uh-” Draco blinked up at him, feeling overwhelmed and oddly relieved at the same time. “Potter.” He managed, burying his hands in his pockets and hoping that the other boy couldn't see how flushed his face was.
Harry smiled like he knew something Draco didn't and laid a firm hand on his shoulder as he walked away. “I'll see you later.” A promise.
Draco hated how he watched Master- NO, Potter, walk away with a hungry longing. The room felt colder without him near.
He hated the way he could feel his heartbeat in more places than one.
He hated the way that he looked like a huffing mess by the time he made it down to the dungeons. He hadn't even had the chance to do his hair before class. Gone was gelled-back hair and perfectly ironed clothing. In their place was a blonde tangle of hair that looked pulled and messed, and his clothes were crumbled and lopsided in all sorts of ways. He looked like he had been properly fucked.
He took a couple of deep breaths outside of the door as students filed into the room, some looking oddly at him as they passed by.
Pull yourself together Draco!You’re better than this! He steeled himself and entered the class, confident that he could make it through the day without incident if he just could keep his head on his shoulders. With a little self-control, he knew he could find a cure. He would just need to resist his urges until then.
As students chattered in and pulled out their brick-like textbooks and spell references, Draco could finally relax into his seat.
That was, until Granger slid into his bench so that their thighs were flush. She smelled like peppermint and good things.
She took out her textbooks with somewhat of a grand flourish, drawing the attention of Snape and causing him to raise his eyebrows at the odd pairing.
Draco kept his eyes firmly fixed on a stain on the table in front of him.
Snape turned away, eyes lingering as he snipped at a student for eating in class. "We are working with toxins Miss Barlas, unless you want to end up dead before lunch I suggest you follow the rules posted. Ten points from Ravenclaw-"
“What are you doing here?” Draco whispered in a rush. “You’re not even in this class!”
“I got myself transferred.” Her hand rested heavily on his thigh. “And that’s no way to talk to your Master.”
“You’re not-”
“Turn your pages to 143.” Snape barked out in a chopped voice.
Hermionie innocently opened her book and found the page, before reaching over and doing the same to Draco's book. She smiled as she drew the attention of a few nearby students. Some turned away and whispered to each other. Others just watched.
Draco scanned the room flabbergasted, embarrassed, and acutely aware of the hand creeping up his thigh. He wanted to swat it away, but found that his arms were firmly secured to the bench. He looked down to find a faint swirl of magical chains tying his hands down.
He looked up at her in alarm. “What are you-?!”
“Shhh,” she replied, squeezing his thigh once. “Pay attention.” She jutted her chin towards the board, where Snape was attacking it with chalk.
Draco squirmed in his seat uncomfortably and quickly scanned the room again. Everyone seemed to be focused on trying to jot down whatever Snape put on the board before he almost immediately erased it and replaced it with new information.
Gods Draco was going to fail this class.
“You’re not gonna fail, sweetie.” Hermionie hummed under her breath, fingers trailing closer to a very dangerous area. “Mommy’s got you.”