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“Nasty little git,” George Weasley’s voice was angry as he glared at the slim boy with the pale, pointed face and the shock of almost white-blonde hair who was strutting down the corridors of Hogwarts like he owned the place. His twin Fred nodded grimly in agreement, both of them eyeing Draco Malfoy in disgust. The Slytherin had once again been hassling their younger brother Ron, as well as Ron’s best friends Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. The twins were growing tired of Malfoy’s belief that he could get away with whatever he wanted, just because his father was so powerful and he was practically the pet of the potions teacher Snape. They yearned to teach the little bastard a lesson, one that would stay with him. But what?The two boys put their red heads together and began to formulate a plan.
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Draco Malfoy walked down the steps to the dungeon, on his way to his potions class. As he went, he thought about ways that he could torture Harry Potter today in class. Draco hated Potter for a lot of reasons, very few of them having to do with his defeat of Voldemort as a baby. He hated Potter because his father, Lucius Malfoy, loathed the boy. And he hated Potter because he was practically the darling of Hogwarts. Almost all of the students loved Harry, while Draco was scorned by everyone except his fellow Slytherins.
It would have shocked his nemesis to know that Draco secretly wanted to be liked. But then, Harry was a nice kid but not very observant about a lot of things. He didn’t always understand the things that motivated certain behaviors in other people. Draco yearned for approval. All his life he’d sought it - mostly from his father, pretty much unsuccessfully. Lucius Malfoy was a cruel, vile man, and his son had emulated him ever since he could toddle. But at his very heart, Draco was nothing like his father. And that had always made him feel like a failure, someone who wasn’t good enough to garner either love or approval from his sire. He took out his anger and pain wherever he could, lashing out at those like Potter who seemed to effortlessly get what he wanted so much. And Weasley, who might be poor in material things but had a big loving family and parents who adored him. What would Harry Potter have thought if he knew that his enemy was jealous of him? He probably would have been amazed.
These thoughts weren’t on Draco’s mind as he approached his classroom. In fact, he never thought about why he did the things he did consciously. Like most people, he wasn’t heavily into self-examination. He just knew that he hated Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, as well as that know-it-all Hermione Granger who was better at magic than he was even though she came from a Muggle family. And hadn’t he heard his father harp on and on about mud bloods often enough, railing against the fact that they were allowed into Hogwarts at all? Just about the only way that Draco got any approval at all from his father was by torturing and picking on these other children that Lucius hated.
Suddenly, he saw a blur of red out of the corner of his eye. He heard a spell being cast, and thin but strong ropes wrapped themselves around his mid-section so that he couldn’t move his arms at all. He tried to yell, but realized that silence spell had been cast on him as well. “That’s more like,” a voice said, and he saw the Weasley twins stroll into his line of sight. He glared futilely at them, making Fred and George smirk at him in return. “We got you tied up good and proper. Won’t be casting any nasty little spells on us, will you, Malfoy?” one of the twins sneered.
Frightened fury lashed through Draco. How dare they! How dared the miserable Weasley twins do this to him, Draco Malfoy! They’d wish that they’d never been born by the time he’d finished paying them back for this insult. The twins shared a glance, and then moved toward the bound Malfoy almost as one. They picked him up as though he was a piece of luggage, and all of his squirming was futile.
He was carried away down the hall past the potions classroom, and into the lesser used portions of the dungeon. To his dismay, no one saw his predicament. He was in the twins’ hands, and there was nothing he could do about it. The twins had scouted out a little used storeroom before they made their move on Malfoy. They triumphantly carried their burden into this room and set Malfoy back down on his feet.
Fred went and closed the heavy door, shoving a piece of wood under it so that it couldn’t be opened from the outside. George chuckled as he circled their victim. Malfoy glared defiantly back at him, the only thing he could do with his arms bound and the silence spell still on him. His eyes promised the twins a world of pain, but neither of them looked particularly worried. “So here’s how it is, you little git,” George remarked as Fred came over to join him, “We’re sick and tired of you picking on our brother. And Harry Potter, for that matter. You’re going to leave them alone, and Hermione, too, or you’ll suffer the consequences.”
Malfoy lifted his pointed nose into the air sharply, silently conveying the message that he would do no such thing, and that he wasn’t afraid of the two of them. Fred sighed. “We didn’t think you’d listen to reason,” he said aloud. “So we’re going to resort to blackmail.”
Malfoy’s brows gathered together in puzzlement. What did they mean? The twins exchanged another glance, and then George stepped forward and reached out a hand to catch a hold of the smaller boy’s pale, pointed chin. He held it in his strong grip, and before Draco could realize what was happening, a red head bent and George kissed him full on the mouth. Malfoy gasped in shock, and the moment he did a tongue invaded his mouth.
His brain was reeling. While he’d kissed one or two Slytherin girls, he’d never been kissed by another guy before. And those tentative kisses had certainly never been quite like this. George had a wealth of experience to draw from, and he was using it all on Malfoy. Draco moaned silently as that impudent tongue began to stroke over everything with in his mouth. He couldn’t even have jerked his head back if he’d wanted to; since George’s other hand was curled around the back of it.
He was only vaguely aware that Fred had knelt down in front of him. He didn’t know that the other Weasley twin had drawn his school robe up to his waist, until he felt the shocking sensation of fingers undoing the snap on the front the trousers he was wearing under them, and then the zipper being pulled down. A hand yanked the trousers down his hips, taking his underwear with it. He cried out soundlessly into the mouth still devouring his, and tried to squirm away. But it was impossible. The hand that had divested him of his trousers now closed over his narrow hip to hold him in place. “Well, my my,” drawled Fred’s voice from about waist level. “Look at this. What a naughty boy you are, Malfoy.”
George lifted his mouth from Draco’s to glance down at the Slytherin boy’s groin. Malfoy’s cock was half-erect, twitching between his legs as the two boys looked at it. Fred laughed as he used his free hand to fluff the sparse white gold pubic hair around it, and then curled his hand around the base. Malfoy gasped silently again, his eyes wide. “Seems that you like to be touched by other guys,” Fred remarked, looking up at Draco’s face through his dark red lashes. “Bet your Slytherin pals don’t know about this, eh? What would they think if we spread the word around school that Draco Malfoy is a poof?”
Before Malfoy could even respond by making a face, Fred chucked darkly and leaned forward. His tongue curled out of his mouth and lightly laved over the pink tip of Draco‘s erection, making the bound boy shudder and cry out wordlessly. Fred swirled his tongue over the sensitive glans, then opened his mouth and took in more of the cock into his moist, warm mouth. At the same time, George returned to kissing Draco. The twins worked the Slytherin boy over in tandem, and Malfoy could do nothing but quiver and moan without sound into the mouth eating at his.
Draco couldn’t believe what was happening to him. Fred’s mouth was sucking at him insistently, while George’s tongue was gilding over his. It felt so good! His brain felt like it was going to explode. He found himself moving his hips, lunging them forward to try to push more of himself into the tight, warm orifice taking him in so sweetly. He cried out silently over and over in George’s mouth, his eyes closing as he felt himself being drawn up toward an explosive orgasm by the twins’ attentions. Wanking off had never been like this. Nothing had ever been like this before. And as Fred’s tongue caressed the underside of his cock, Malfoy could take no more. He screamed silently as he came, shooting into Fred’s mouth as the other boy expertly swallowed his semen.
George pulled his mouth away from Draco’s kiss-swollen one, looking into the Slytherin boy’s glazed eyes. He grinned as he glanced down at his brother, who was tucking Draco’s now flaccid cock back into his underwear and trousers. “I think he liked that,” George remarked impishly.
Fred dropped Malfoy’s robes and got lithely to his feet. He licked at his lips a bit as he studied Draco’s face, which was now flushed a pale pink. “You may be right,” he replied to his twin’s observation.
Malfoy’s mind was finally returning to Earth. He blinked almost owlishly at the two red headed boys as George snapped his fingers in front of Draco’s face. “Oy! Git! Here’s the deal. Either you leave our brother and his friends alone from now on, or Fred an’ I’ll spread the word through the school about this. Everyone’ll know that Draco Malfoy likes to have his cock sucked by another guy.”
Fred removed the silence spell right then. A recovering Malfoy spat furiously: “You do that, and it’ll just ruin your own reputations!”
George threw his head back and guffawed heartily as Fred rolled his eyes. “Stupid,” Fred said in amusement. “Everybody in school – or at least all of the older students, anyway – already know that George and I are bisexual. That means we like boys and girls, both, Git. Since that’s well known about us, our reputation (such as it is) can’t be ruined by giving you a blow job. YOUR reputation, on the other hand, won’t be so good once word gets out. Everyone will think that you’re a poof. All your friends will know that you got a blow job from me - and that you loved every minute of it,” he added coolly. “I’ll make sure to pass along ALL the details. Comprende? This is a spot of blackmail, Slytherin wanker. So which will it be? You leave Ron, Harry and Hermione alone, or we spill the beans.”
Malfoy glared impotently at the twins. They had him between a rock and a hard place, and he knew it. If word got out about what had just happened, his friends would not react well. And if his father ever found out…a chill ran down his spine at the very thought. His face paled to about Casper the Friendly Ghost coloring as he imagined Lucius Malfoy’s response to finding out that his son was gay. Never mind that one blow job didn’t make him gay, Lucius wouldn’t see it like that. Terror lanced through him. “I promise,” he nearly whispered. “I’ll leave them alone. Just don’t say anything, please.”
The twins’ eyes widened to see Draco Malfoy begging them to keep quiet. Moreover, the absolute terror on the boy’s face was startling. His pupils were wide and dilated with fear, and he was actually swaying a bit. The two boys exchanged concerned looks. “Okay,” George said, “We won’t tell anyone if you keep your end of the bargain. You have our word on that.”
Fred pulled out his wand and touched the be-spelled ropes holding Malfoy’s arms in place. They fell away. He pocketed his wand. The twins made their way over to the door, leaving Malfoy still standing stock still in the middle of the store room. Looking at each other uncertainly yet again, the twins silently communicated their concern for Malfoy’s strange reaction to their threat. “You gonna be all right, Malfoy?” Fred said worriedly.
The Slytherin boy turned his head a bit, very slowly, like a robot whose circuits weren’t functioning quite right. “Yes,” he said dully.
Fred and George hesitated a moment longer, but they just didn’t know what to do. So they finally left, with Malfoy still standing like a stone statue in the middle of the empty store room. Somehow Draco managed to pull himself together. He went to class, taking his detention from Snape for being so late with barely a quibble. He sat very still at his desk, staring at the wooden top, which was stained by many years of potions work. It wasn’t just his fear of his father that was having this effect on Draco Malfoy. It was something else, as well. He’d been forced to peer into his very soul, and to see certain things about himself that he hadn’t known about. He’d liked it. He’d liked every moment of what had happened – and not just the involuntary pleasure that a teenage boy might feel when someone was sucking his cock. He’d never responded like this to the few kisses and groping he’d shared with the Slytherin girls he’d dated. He’d never even gotten hard. But from the moment that George had stuck his tongue into Malfoy’s mouth, he’d responded in a way that he never had to any girl before.
He wanted to cover his face and moan in agony. He really WAS a poof. This was the worst thing that could have happened to him, to be made aware of his sexual leanings. Ignorance really was bliss where he was concerned. Because there was no way that Draco Malfoy could be gay. Sooner or later, word of his sexual orientation would leak back to his father – and that would be that. The twins had done him a major disservice with their little prank, not realizing the consequences. Because now that he’d been sexually awakened, certain yearnings and cravings would haunt him constantly. Eventually he’d give in to his desires, and his life would be over. Literally. What was he going to do?