Something New (Remake)

Note: Everyone is Over the Age of 18 in this story.

Draco sank deeper into the dark pleasure, watching the proud mudblood being put in her place. Every lash of the whip across her naked flesh sent a wave of sadistic satisfaction through him. But it wasn’t enough. His twisted, venomous mind demanded more — the complete, total destruction of their dignity. With a predatory grin, he opened his notebook and started writing down new rules, barely holding back the insane laughter tearing from his chest.

Old rule: All human slaves must unquestioningly perform any sexual acts with their Master, regardless of place, time, or circumstances.

Old rule: Draco Malfoy’s cock has been a full foot long since he was fifteen, and every woman who sees it experiences intense sexual arousal.

Old rule: Draco Malfoy needs no recovery time after orgasm and on average shoots a load equal to two full cups of cum.

Closing the notebook with a triumphant smile, Draco looked at Hermione. Her ass was a complete mess of crimson welts and thin trickles of blood. He gestured for Ginny to stop.

“Enough.”

The redheaded witch lowered the whip, her whole body trembling. Draco flicked his wand, and thick ropes materialized out of thin air. They swiftly wrapped around Hermione’s body, shackling her wrists, knees, ankles, and back to the chair in an even more humiliating position. The girl screamed through the wet gag, desperately trying to break free, but the ropes held firm, arching her body and putting everything on full display.

Ginny could only watch in silent horror. Draco noticed the broken pieces of Ginny’s wand still lying on the floor. His dark smile widened. He summoned them to himself, enlarged the handle with magic, and wrapped it tightly with strong rope. Then he pulled Hermione’s saliva-soaked black thong out of her mouth and roughly wiped the wet, tear-streaked face of the girl with it, smearing the moisture across her cheeks and lips.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered.

Hermione resisted until the very end, but magic **** her jaws apart. Draco shoved the broken pieces of her best friend’s wand into her mouth and secured them firmly with rope. It made a crude, humiliating gag. Tears streamed down Hermione’s face, her eyes burning with a mix of rage, pain, and deep humiliation.

“How does it feel,” Draco purred, turning the chair so he could look straight into her eyes, “to be nothing more than a house-elf after all those years fighting for mudblood rights?”

She let out a muffled, despair-filled cry.

Draco leaned back in his chair, savoring the sight. His gaze slowly slid over to the naked Ginny, who stood nearby trying to cover herself with her hands. As a pure-blood witch who had betrayed her heritage by associating with mudbloods, half-bloods, and muggles, she deserved special attention. A simple whipping wasn’t enough. He had always wanted to own this redheaded Weasley — and now nothing could stop him.

The only question was which hole to start with and how deep he would drag her into the abyss of submission.

The thought of completely claiming all three of Ginny Weasley’s holes filled Draco with dark, almost lustful anticipation. He could already picture the look on Potter’s face when he found out his former lover would forever be nothing but Malfoy’s sloppy leftovers. That thought gave him a special, exquisite pleasure. Instead of simply ordering the girl to come closer, Draco lazily waved his wand, pulling her toward him with magic. Ginny’s body jerked, and against her will she took several steps until she stood right in front of him. The surprise and horror flashing across her face only heightened his triumph.

Draco leaned back in the chair, spreading his legs wide, and pointed at his crotch.

“Wake up my sleeping dragon, Weasley,” he said with a mocking smile, deliberately using Hogwarts’ motto to defile the moment even further.

Ginny, still naked and trembling, slowly dropped to her knees before him. Her fingers, shaking with disgust, unfastened his expensive trousers. When the fabric parted, his cock appeared before her — huge, heavy, a full foot long, already starting to harden with anticipation. The girl’s eyes widened in genuine fear. She had clearly never seen anything like it.

Draco smirked, enjoying her reaction.

“What’s wrong, Weasley? Time to tickle the sleeping dragon. You’re up for it, right?” he purred, glancing at Hermione, who, despite the pain and humiliation, rolled her eyes in powerless fury.

Ginny clearly didn’t catch the hint right away, so Draco decided to make it crystal clear, leaning in a bit closer.

“I want you to suck my cock, Weasley. I want to feel my whole dick get wet from your mouth. If you do it right and make me cum with just this,” he paused, grinning viciously, “I won’t fuck you in the ass. Deal?”

Ginny looked up at him from her knees, completely naked, broken, and helpless. The once-proud Gryffindor lioness was now **** to submit. Tears glistened on her lashes, but she slowly leaned forward. Her warm, soft lips reluctantly touched the head of his massive cock, then parted wider, taking him into her mouth.

Draco let out a quiet groan of pleasure. The sensations were dulled by her obvious **** — Ginny was doing the bare minimum, just enough to obey the order without giving him real pleasure. Her tongue moved uncertainly, her lips tightly wrapped around the thick shaft, and her cheeks hollowed from the effort. She tried to take as little as possible, but the size made it impossible. Tears rolled down her face, mixing with the saliva already dripping from her chin. Draco tangled his fingers in her red hair, not too roughly but firmly enough to control the rhythm. He looked down, savoring the contrast: a pure-blood witch from an ancient family, Ron Weasley’s sister, on her knees in the middle of a Diagon Alley café with his huge cock stuffed in her mouth. Nearby, bound and gagged with the broken pieces of her own wand, sat Hermione, **** to watch her best friend’s humiliation.

The air in the café was thick with tension, the smell of coffee, leather, and growing arousal. Draco leaned back even more comfortably, enjoying every second. He was already deciding whether to keep his promise or just fuck Ginny in the ass right here in front of everyone. After all, the diary’s rules let him do absolutely anything.

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P/S: I don’t know if the moderators will keep this chapter. For the second day already, my works are getting blocked for rule violations — even though all characters are adults. If it happens with the Harry Potter branch too, then on June 20-21 I’ll make an account on Archive of Our Own and move the whole story there with all the pictures. I’ll also post a message about it here.