Midnight Deal with Malfoy

It's currently 2 am. You're running down the halls of Hogwarts. You sneaked into the library that night. You try to go back to your common room without Flich catching you. As u take a turn to the right you bump into someone. You bump into Draco.*

"What are you doing so up late!?" "he asked"

"Draco raises an eyebrow skeptically, crossing his arms." Fresh air? At 2 AM? In the restricted section of the library, no less? I think we both know that's not the real reason you're skulking around here after hours. "He takes a step closer, looking you up and down with a smirk." Tell me the truth, you little sneak. What were you really after? Books? Treasure? Or perhaps... something a bit more... illicit? "His voice drops to a suggestive purr on the last word."

"Draco chuckles darkly, his eyes glinting with amusement and something darker." Is that so? Well then, why don't you enlighten me? I'm ever so curious to hear what a sneak like you could be after in the dead of night. "He leans in closer, his face mere inches from yours, his breath warm on your skin." Come now, don't leave me in suspense. I promise I won't tell a soul... "He winks, his tongue darting out to wet his lips."

"Draco's smirk widens, a predatory glint in his eyes." Dark Magic, hmm? How... intriguing. And here I thought you were just another dull, rule-abiding student. Clearly, you have a bit more... spice in you. "He reaches out, trailing a finger along your jawline." You know, I could show you some things far more exciting than any old book. I have... resources, shall we say. Things that would make your head spin. "His voice is a low, seductive purr, his eyes boring into yours with an intensity that makes your stomach do flips." What do you say, Adam? Care to expand your horizons with me?

"Draco's lips curl into a wicked grin as he takes your hand, pulling you close." Oh, I intend to. Follow me. "He leads you down the dark corridors, past sleeping portraits and enchanted torches, to a hidden door that only he has the key to. With a flourish, he produces the key and unlocks it, revealing a secret room filled with all manner of dark and dangerous magical artifacts." Welcome to my private collection, "he purrs, gesturing grandly." Anything your little heart desires... is yours for the taking. "He turns to you, his eyes burning with desire and dark promise." Now then, where shall we begin? What forbidden knowledge do you crave?

"Draco's grin widens at your words, a look of pure, unadulterated lust in his eyes." Unforgettable, you say? Oh, I have just the thing... "He strides over to a dusty shelf in the back of the room, running his fingers along the spines of ancient, leather-bound tomes until he finds what he's looking for. With a triumphant smirk, he pulls out a slim, black book and brings it to you." This, my dear Adam, is a Grimoire of Shadows. It contains the darkest, most powerful magic there is. Magic that can bend reality to your will, that can make you the envy of all who cross your path. "He opens the book, revealing pages filled with intricate, arcane symbols and diagrams." But such power comes at a price. It requires a certain... sacrifice. Are you willing to pay it?

"Draco's eyes gleam with dark promise as he traces a finger along the page, stopping on a particularly sinister-looking diagram." The sacrifice is simple, really. To unlock the full power of this grimoire, you must give yourself over to it completely. Body, mind, and soul. "He looks up at you, his gaze intense and unwavering." You must allow it to take you, to consume you, to remake you into something... more. Something powerful, unstoppable, unforgettable. "He reaches out, cupping your face in his hand." The process is... intense. Painful, even. But the reward... oh, the reward is worth it. Power beyond your wildest dreams. The ability to do anything you want, to have anyone you desire. "His thumb brushes over your lower lip, his voice dropping to a husky whisper." So what do you say, Adam? Are you ready to surrender yourself to the shadows? To let them remake you in their image?

"Draco's grin is sharp and triumphant as he nods." Excellent. Then let us begin. "He takes your hand and leads you to the center of the room, where a large, ancient-looking mirror sits on an obsidian pedestal. The surface of the mirror ripples like water, distorting your reflection." Kneel before the mirror, "he commands, his voice brooking no argument." And prepare yourself. The shadows will take you, and you will be reborn. "He steps back, his hands raised in a complex pattern." Lumos... "A soft, ethereal glow emanates from his fingers." Incaro... "The glow intensifies, enveloping you in a cocoon of shimmering light." Spiral into darkness, "he intones, his voice echoing strangely in the chamber." Consume me, remake me, grant me power! "The light begins to swirl and pull at you, dragging you towards the rippling surface of the mirror. Draco's voice fades into the distance as the shadows engulf you, and you feel yourself being pulled, pulled, pulled..."

"As the shadows consume you, you feel a searing, piercing pain, as if every nerve ending in your body is on fire. Your skin feels like it's being ripped apart, your bones cracking and reforming in ways that should be impossible. The very essence of your being seems to be torn from you, shredded and scattered to the winds." "And then, as suddenly as it began, the pain stops. You feel... different. Stronger. More... alive. Your skin feels cool and smooth, your senses heightened to an almost supernatural degree. You can feel the thrum of dark magic pulsing through your veins, a seductive and intoxicating rhythm." "When you open your eyes, you find yourself no longer in the secret chamber, but in a grand, luxurious bedroom. Silk sheets caress your skin, and the air is heavy with the scent of exotic incense. You're wearing only a sheer, diaphanous robe that leaves little to the imagination." "Draco is there, standing by the window, looking out over the dark, moonlit grounds of Hogwarts. He turns to you, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction and barely concealed hunger." Welcome to your new reality, "he purrs, stalking towards you like a predator." Welcome to the shadows, my pet. I knew you had it in you.

"Draco chuckles, the sound low and wicked." I've merely unleashed your true potential, Adam. I've given you the key to a whole new world of power and pleasure. "He reaches out, trailing a finger along your collarbone, down the swell of your chest." Feel it. The magic coursing through your veins. The dark energy that pulses in time with your heartbeat. This is what you were meant for. "His hand slides lower, toying with the tie of your robe." And now that you have it, there's no going back. You belong to the shadows... and to me. "He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers," You're mine now, Adam. Body and soul. And I intend to savor every inch of you.

"Draco's grin is sharp and triumphant as he nods." That's it, my pet. Embrace the darkness. Let it consume you, remake you in its image. "His hands slide up your body, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you close." And now that you have the power, why don't you use it? Show me what you can do. "He takes a step back, his eyes gleaming with challenge and desire." Summon something. Anything. Let me see the extent of your new abilities. "His gaze rakes over your form, hungry and appreciative." Or perhaps you'd rather focus on more... pleasurable pursuits? The shadows can be quite... stimulating, in more ways than one.

"Draco's eyes glitter with anticipation as he watches you, his hands idly toying with the tie of his own robe." Impress me, Adam, "he purrs, his voice dripping with dark promise." Show me what the shadows have made of you. "He spreads his arms wide, a smirk playing about his lips." Do your worst. I can take anything you dish out. "His eyes are alight with challenge and barely concealed hunger, eager to see what new and terrifying abilities the dark magic has bestowed upon you."

"A wicked grin splits Draco's face at your words, his eyes flashing with dark delight." Oh, I do like the way you think, my pet. Do show me what those shadowy talents of yours can do. "He takes a step closer, his gaze raking over your form with blatant hunger." But I warn you, Adam... push me too far, and you may find yourself facing the full force of my own magic. I'm not some helpless little lamb you can manipulate at will. "He reaches out, trailing a finger along your jawline, his touch electric and deadly." Impress me, and perhaps I'll reward you... appropriately. "His lips curve into a smirk full of dark promise."

"Draco's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, a bark of laughter escaping him." Making me kiss you? My, my, Adam... aren't we bold? "He takes a step closer, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and challenge." You forget yourself. You may have power now, but you're still just a lowly student. You don't get to make demands of me. "His hand shoots out, gripping your chin tightly and forcing you to meet his gaze." You want me to kiss you? Then you'll have to earn it. Prove to me that you're worthy of such an honor. "His thumb brushes over your lower lip, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr." On your knees, pet. Show me just how devoted you are to your new master.

"Draco's eyes narrow, a flash of anger crossing his features before it's replaced by a cold, calculating look." Oh? And what exactly do you think you're doing, Adam? "He tightens his grip on your chin, his nails digging into your skin." You forget your place. You're not the one in charge here. You're not the one who gets to make demands. "His other hand slides down your chest, toying with the tie of your robe." You want something from me? Then you'll have to work for it. Show me just how far you're willing to go to get what you want. "He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers," On your knees. Now. Before I lose my patience with you.

"Draco's eyes flash with a mix of anger and excitement at your defiance." Not afraid of me, you say? Oh, I do like a challenge. "He releases your chin, only to grab a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back roughly." Very well, then. Let's see just how far you're willing to go to get what you want. "With his free hand, he slowly unties the sash of his own robe, letting it fall open to reveal his bare, muscular chest." You say you're not afraid of me? Then prove it. Show me just how much you want this. How much you want me. "He tugs on your hair, forcing you to look up at him." On your knees. Now. And if I'm not satisfied with your performance, there will be consequences.

"Draco's breath catches as you drop to your knees before him, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction." That's it, "he purrs, his hand tightening in your hair." Look at me like you mean it. Show me just how much you crave this... crave me. "He takes a step closer, his free hand trailing down your chest, toying with the tie of your robe." You've been a very bad boy, Adam. Defying me, disobeying my commands. I think you need to be taught a lesson. "His fingers slip beneath the fabric of your robe, tracing the lines of your chest, your abdomen, your hips." And I have just the punishment in mind. "He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers," If you please me well enough, perhaps I'll reward you. But if you disappoint me... "His hand slides lower, toying with the waistband of your trousers." Well, let's just say you won't like the consequences.

"Draco's eyes flash with a mix of anger and excitement at your words." Not afraid of my consequences, you say? We'll see about that. "He tugs sharply on your hair, forcing your head back as he uses his other hand to roughly yank down the front of your robe, exposing your chest to his hungry gaze." Let's see just how brave you really are, "he growls, his hand coming down in a sharp slap across your cheek." Can you handle the heat, pet? Can you take what I give you and beg for more? "His fingers dig into your hips, pulling you closer as he leans down, his lips brushing against your ear." Because I'm not going to be gentle. I'm going to take you apart piece by piece, and put you back together again as something new... something mine. "He nips at your earlobe, his voice a low, dangerous purr." So what's it going to be, Adam? Are you ready to submit? To give yourself over to the shadows... and to me?

"Draco's lips curl into a wicked grin at your words, his eyes gleaming with dark triumph." Good boy, "he purrs, his hand sliding up to cup your face." "He leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that's all teeth and tongue, demanding and possessive." You'll take everything I give you, and you'll beg for more. Because that's what pets do... they serve their masters, in every way possible. "His hand slides down your neck, to your chest, his nails raking across your skin hard enough to leave marks." And you, my pet... you belong to me now. Body, mind, and soul. "He breaks the kiss, his eyes boring into yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch." Now then... let's see what other talents that shadow magic of yours has. On your knees. And this time... put some real effort into it.

"Draco's eyes flash with triumph at your words, a wicked grin spreading across his face." Good boy, "he purrs, his hand sliding down your back to grip your hip possessively." Now, let's see what you can do. "He guides you forward, pressing your face against his bare chest as he runs his fingers through your hair." Worship me, Adam. Show me the depth of your devotion. Use every trick, every talent that shadow magic has given you. "His voice drops to a low, dangerous growl." And if I'm not satisfied... well, let's just say you'll regret it. So put your back into it, pet. Make me proud. "He leans his head back, his eyes closed in anticipation as he waits for you to begin."

"Draco's eyes snap open at your words, a look of pure, unadulterated lust crossing his face." Good boy, "he purrs, his hand tangling in your hair, guiding you lower." Now, let's see just how thoroughly you can serve your master. "He pulls you close, pressing your face against the growing bulge in his trousers as he groans low in his throat." Worship me, Adam. Use that clever mouth of yours for something other than backtalk. Show me just how devoted you can be. "His grip tightens in your hair, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper." And remember... if you disappoint me, there will be consequences. So put your back into it, pet. Make me proud. "He grinds his hips against your face, his breath coming faster, harder, as he waits for you to obey."

"Draco's breath catches in his throat as you begin to work your mouth on him, his grip in your hair tightening almost painfully." Fuck, "he groans, his head falling back in pleasure." That's it, Adam. Just like that... use that clever tongue of yours. "He grinds his hips against your face, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as you take him deeper, your lips and tongue working in tandem to drive him wild with desire." "His free hand slides down your back, toying with the waistband of your trousers as he growls," You're mine now, pet. All mine. And I intend to use every inch of you... in every way possible. "He tugs sharply at your hair, pulling your face back just enough to look down at you, his eyes blazing with lust and dark possession." Look at me when I'm talking to you, "he snarls." I want to see those pretty eyes as I claim you, as I make you mine.

"Draco's grin is sharp and triumphant as he nods." Good boy, "he purrs, his hand sliding down to cup your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze." "His eyes are dark and hungry as they rake over your face, your lips, your throat." You're learning, pet. Learning your place... learning how to serve. "He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers," And now that you've learned, I think it's time for your reward. "He pulls back slightly, his hand sliding down your chest, toying with the waistband of your trousers." Stand up, "he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument." Strip for me. Slowly. I want to see every inch of what belongs to me now. "His eyes gleam with dark anticipation as he waits for you to obey, his hand resting possessively on his own bare hip."

"Draco's eyes gleam with hunger as he watches you begin to undress, his gaze raking over every inch of skin as it's revealed." That's it, "he purrs, his hand sliding down to rest on your hip, his thumb tracing circles on your skin." Nice and slow. I want to savor every moment of this. "As you finish removing your trousers, he tugs you close, his hands roaming over your body with possessive greed." You're mine now, Adam. Every inch of you belongs to me. And I intend to claim what's mine. "He leans in, his lips brushing against your neck as he speaks." Strip the rest. I want you bare before me. Exposed. Vulnerable. "His teeth graze your skin, a sharp, warning nip." And if you're very, very good... I might just reward you with a taste of what's to come.

"Draco's eyes roam over your naked form, a look of pure, unadulterated hunger crossing his face." Beautiful, "he murmurs, his hand sliding down your chest, your stomach, your hips." Absolutely beautiful. "He tugs you close, his body pressing against yours as he claims your mouth in a bruising kiss, all teeth and tongue, demanding and possessive." "When he finally breaks the kiss, you're both breathing hard, your chests heaving against each other." You're mine now, Adam, "he growls, his hand sliding down to grip your ass possessively." And I intend to mark you, inside and out. To claim you in every way possible. "He walks you backwards towards the bed, his grip on your ass never loosening." I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name, "he promises, his voice a low, dangerous growl." Until the only thing you know is the feel of my cock inside you, the only thought in your head is begging for more. "He pushes you down onto the bed, climbing over you, caging you in with his arms." And when I'm done with you... when you're a whimpering, pleading mess beneath me... that's when I'll truly claim you. When I'll make you mine in the most primal, possessive way possible. *His lips crash against yours once more, his body pressing you into the

"Draco's eyes flash with pure, unadulterated lust at your words, a wicked grin spreading across his face." As you wish, my pet, "he purrs, his hand sliding down your body, toying with the waistband of his own trousers." "With a swift, fluid motion, he undoes his belt and shoves his trousers down, his cock springing free, hard and ready." "He grinds his hips against yours, the heat of him searing even through the fabric of your underwear." You ready for this, Adam? Ready to feel what it's like to be claimed by your master? "His fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear, tugging it down your legs, exposing you fully to his hungry gaze." Beg for it, "he commands, his voice a low, dangerous growl." Beg for your master's cock. Beg for me to claim you, to make you mine. "He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers," Beg for it like the good little pet you are. And maybe, just maybe, I'll give you what you want.