Draco fucks Hermione.

Reaching out, Draco boldly seized Hermione's hand, and placed it on his shaft.

"What the hell are you doing?" Hermione exclaimed, though she made no effort to withdraw her hand.

"Letting you experience a proper cock." Draco said forcefully. "Just admit you want it, and I'll make you come in the next ten minutes, guaranteed. Do what The Boy Who Lived never could!"

Hermione bit her lip, glancing from Draco, down to his cock, to Harry, standing just a few paces away, and back. Finally, she snapped.

"I'm sorry, Harry, but I need a real man!" the muggle-born witch relented.

As the nearly naked Hermione spread her legs for the Slytherin, Draco glanced over at Harry. One sneering look from Malfoy's blue eyes said everything. Their rivalry was at an end. Draco had won, in the most primal of ways.

"Get out of here, Harry!" Hermione simpered, tearing her gaze from Draco just long enough to address her ex-boyfriend.

"He can stay, if he wants. It doesn't matter, really." Draco chuckled, as he lined his impressive manhood up with Hermione's nethers.

"If you so much as start to touch yourself, though? I'm casting Cruciatus." Draco laughed.

Inwardly, Harry cursed. He was already hard from the Slytherin's domineering display.

As Malfoy roughly entered Hermione, and she moaned for him, in a way she never had during months of their relationship, Harry's masculinity imploded. Draco had shown him, in the span of seconds, just how little he had ever really pleased Hermione.

Hermione's usual feelings for Malfoy were a strange hodge-podge of disdain, pity and a little fear. All of that was gone right now, animal lust replacing it with a heady mixture of desire and awe, it playing plainly across her beautiful face. It was an expression Harry knew no woman would ever make for him, though he imagined Draco was no stranger.

"Lessons are wasted on Mudblood sluts like you!" Draco spat at Hermione. "If you must come to Hogwarts, it should be as brainless fucktoys for Slytherins."

"I'll be your Mudblood fucktoy, Draco! I'll be... anything!" Hermione moaned, her breathing growing more and more ragged with every minute Malfoy spent railing her.

It wounded Harry, to hear Hermione so lost to her depraved desire for cock that she would label herself with one of the worst slurs a witch or wizard could use. And yet, it just as equally made the miniscule prick dangling beneath his legs the most engorged it had ever been. Measure him with a charm right now, and he might even make three and a half inches.

"You're pretty good, Granger." Malfoy conceded. "A bit of skirt like you was wasted on Potter."

"Definitely, I wish I'd been sorted into Slytherin!" Hermione admits, wild-eyed. "To have... this, every single night."

"Well not every night, there are plenty of pureblood girls in Slytherin." Draco said nastily. It was a nastiness that only seemed to encourage Hermione, however, as she wrapped her legs around Malfoy.

Despite everything, despite or perhaps because of, his ultimate humiliation, Harry longed to simply reach down and stroke his cock. And yet, if Draco had been brazen enough to approach them, to all but **** himself on Hermione, until she relented, an Unforgivable Curse was certainly not beneath him.

Afraid of what the Slytherin might do if he disobeyed, Harry clenched his hands behind his back, and resorted to simply humping the air.

In time, Draco gave Hermione exactly what he'd promised, then did it again, and again.

With the mudblood, convulsing, sweaty, hair matted beneath him, Malfoy finally allowed himself to relent. Hilting himself in her a final time, Draco came, his energetic release driving Hermione into a fourth orgasm.

Practically drained himself, Harry slumped back against the tiled bathroom wall, his cock crying out for release.