This choice: Draco felt a tingle as his fingers explored his silken undies. • Go Back...Chapter #5Draco felt a tingle as his fingers explored his... by: Mr. George   Not wanting to believe what he was told, Draco fled the common room. Retreating to his dorm, getting there, he threw open his trunk. Alas it just confirmed what he'd been told. He tossed the entire contents out as he scoured it for any underwear that wasn't silky, satiny, frilly or outrageously feminine.
He couldn't find a single pair of his own underpants. There wasn't even a plain pair of panties. That he could pretend he'd worn by mistake. At least the rest of his clothes were unaffected by the magic. He could hide all those ... those things, beneath a good sturdy pair of trousers. His shirts, and jumpers were still the same no nonsense cut as before. In that moment he did decide not to risk wearing short for the rest of this punishment.
Looking over the chaotic mess on his bed, he realised he didn't want his selection of panties, thongs, and other unmentionables to be on display. He jammed them back down, and piled his socks on top, before refilling his trunk with the other unaffected items. "This isn't fair." he muttered to himself, over and over, through locked teeth.
"What's not fair."
Draco whirled around, to face the intruder. It was Blaise Zabini. A snarl flashed over Draco's features, he hadn't heard him arrive.
"This... This punishment. Just because I'm not the best seeker." he wheedled, "I've made sure our team has the best brooms, we have the best chance to win, because of me. Marcus must know that."
Blaise's face remained neutral. Most times, he'd have let it pass. Most other times, he wouldn't correct Draco. But surely Draco must know that he was twisting the facts. Twisting his own memories.
"Well... It wasn't just the game."
Draco's breath caught, but he bit back his anger.
"Besides I think it was your father who bought the brooms, and gave us the best chance of winning."
Draco ground his teeth, as he wanted to answer back.
"Besides last year, you cost us fifty points.... Fifty points just wandering the corridors, and making up a story about a Dragon." the tone was dismissive, and unbelieving.
"There was a dragon, and I cost Gryffindor one hundred and fifty points, too." he snarled at the unfair accusation.
He leapt to his feet, and drew his wand. He held it to Blaise's neck.
"You'll give me your underwear, or else." it wasn't the sort of threat he ever expected to deliver, and Blaise reacted rather oddly.
He smiled.
"I'm serious."
But Blaise just pointed with his eyes. Draco followed to see where he was looking. The glow of magic was fading from Draco's trunk. However, it was clear to both of them that Draco's punishment was ongoing.
Sitting on top of Draco's trunk was a range of leggings, stockings, tights and so forth. Draco knew his socks were all transformed too. Tentatively, afraid what he'd feel, he ran one hand up his legs. He confirmed the tight elastic around his upper thigh. Twisting his leg this way and that he felt the smoothness of his stockings.
"Do you want to continue your threats?" Blaise asked defiantly.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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