Featuring:When Harry meets Ron on the Hogwarts Express, its not long before they're both taking off clothes. Harry and Ron had been sharing their compartment on the train as they travelled through the countryside, to Hogwarts. It had been a while, the two had bonded over sweets, houses and spells. They were just talking about Quidditch teams. He was just taking Harry through the finer points of the game when the compartment door slid open yet again, but it wasn't Neville the toadless boy or Hermione Granger this time. Three boys entered and Harry recognised the middle one at once: it was the pale boy from Madam Malkin's robe shop - whom made me blow him off! Harry felt a wave of dread and embarrassment wash over me. He was looking at Harry with more intrigue than lust, unlike he had back in Diagon Alley.
"Is it true?" He said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?" "Yes." Harry said. He was looking at the other boys. Both of them were thickset and looked extremely mean. Standing either side of the pale boy they looked like bodyguards. "Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle." The pale boy said carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking. "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigger. Draco Malfoy looked at him. "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles and more children than they can afford." He turned back to Harry. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." He held out his hand to shake Harry's, but Harry didn't take it. "I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks." He said, coolly. Draco Malfoy didn't go red, but a pink tinge appeared in his pale cheeks. "I'd be careful if I were you, Potter." He said, slowly. "Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them, either. You hang around with riff-raff like the Weasleys and that Hagrid and it'll rub off on you." Both Harry and Ron stood up. Ron's face was as red as his hair. "Say that again." Ron snarled. "Oh, you're going to fight us, are you?" Malfoy sneered. "Unless you get out now." Harry said, more bravely than he felt, because Crabbe and Goyle were a lot bigger than him and Ron. "But we don't feel like leaving, do we, boys? We've eaten all our food and you still seem to have some." Malfoy smirked before Goyle reached towards the Chocolate Frogs. Ron leapt forward, but before he'd so much as touched Goyle, Goyle let out a horrible yell. Scabbers the rat was hanging off his finger, sharp little teeth sunk deep into Goyle's knuckle - Crabbe and Malfoy backed away as Goyle swung Scabbers round and round, howling, and when Scabbers finally flew off and hit the window, all three of them disappeared at once. Perhaps they thought there were more rats lurking among the sweets.
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Featuring:Harry meets Draco, but ends up cornered in a changing room, sucking his dick. "Might as well get yer uniform." Hagrid said, nodding towards Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. "Listen, Harry, would yeh mind if I slipped off fer a pick-me-up in the Leaky Cauldron? I hate them Gringotts carts." He did still look a bit sick, so Harry entered Madam Malkin's shop alone, feeling nervous.
Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve. "Hogwarts, dear?" She said, when Harry started to speak. "Got the lot in here - another young man being fitted up just now, in fact." In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. Madam Malkin stood Harry on a stool next to him, slipped on a long robe over his head and began to pin it to the right length. "Hello." The boy said. "Hogwarts too?" "Yes." Harry said. "My father's next door buying my books and Mother's up the street looking at wands." The boy said. He had a bored, drawling voice. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first-years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow." He continued. Harry was strongly reminded of Dudley. "Have you got your own broom?" The boy went on. "No." Harry said. "Play Quidditch at all?" "No." Harry said again, wondering what on Earth Quidditch could be. "I do - Father Says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?" "No." Harry said, feeling more stupid by the minute. "Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they? But I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been - imagine being a Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?" "Mmm." Harry said, wishing he could say something a bit more interesting. Some additional customers entered the shop and the two witches looked over. "Let's keep these needles busy." Madam Malkin said before getting up and leaving with the other witch. The pins continued to pin against us both, hovering in the air and acting upon their own accord. "You're not bad looking, by the way." The boy said, making Harry's eyes widen in surprise. Suddenly, the pins dropped to the floor, finished. "Perfect." The boy stepped off the stool and suddenly took Harry's hand, before leading him into a nearby changing room. |
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