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Chapter 8 by AlexandraS90 AlexandraS90

What's next?

The finisher.

"See, Potter? I've always been the better man, the bigger man. The better wizard. And don't you ever-" at this point, Draco swung down, kicking Harry roughly in the side. "forget it!"

"C'mon Granger, d'you want to be the first Mudblood girl to see the Slytherin Common Room?" Malfoy asked callously.

"No." Hermione responded. "I want to be the first Mudblood girl to see the Slytherin Boys Dorm."

Making himself decent, Draco sauntered towards the door.

Hermione made to follow him, before turning back to Harry, affording him one last view of her beautiful nakedness, of the creampie leaking down her thighs, courtesy of Malfoy.

"Sorry, Potter." Hermione said, the insincerity palpable in her tone. "But you could never satisfy me even a tenth as well as Draco could."

Leaning down, Hermione snatched Harry's glasses off his nose, and in a little parting cruelty, dashed them against the opposite wall.

Robbed of most of his vision, he could just about make out Hermione smoothing down her skirt and throwing her white schoolshirt around her shoulders, before accepting Malfoy's hand and departing.

Harry sat in a stunned silence for a few minutes. His ribs were beginning to burn from Draco's kick. His face was red, his entire being prickling with embarrasment. He had gone, in the space of an hour, from a school hero with a gorgeous girlfriend, to a broken, humiliated cuckold.

But there were more important things to attend to. Draco, and his threat of torturous retribution, was gone. Yet the imagines of his ordeal still played in his mind.

Reaching down, Harry enclosed his fingers around his slender shaft and began stroking. A shameful and guilt-ridden wank that had him arcing his cum straight up, only to rain back down on his stomach and trousers, in less than two minutes.

The End.

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