In a Rival

“Damn it, damn it! This is what I get for practicing too long. Of all things to screw up on, it had to be the Merlin-damned shrinking charm,” the now pint-sized Boy-Who-Lived shouted to himself. He had been practicing some of the older spells for his NEWTs in one of the vacant classrooms, and usually this wouldn’t have been a problem in the slightest. That was the case for today though. Harry knew that there were going to be times in the future where he wouldn’t have access to his wand, so he would need some way in which he could defend himself. This was definitely proven during the war when his wand had been broken, and his replacement taken from him. He knew the defenseless feeling that came with being disarmed and did not want to feel like that again.

What he had not meant to do, however, was shrink himself down to at most a half and inch. The damn spell backfired on him as he had been trying to cast it and the next thing the Gryffindor knew, he was on the floor. What was worse was the fact that his clothes hadn’t even shrunk along with him! He had basically been buried amongst his robes and had to climb his way out to actually see what kind of damage had been done. And then to top it off, he hadn’t even bothered to bring his wand as he was hoping for a smooth wandless practice session.

“Fuck me!” Harry was pissed as he made his way quickly across the floor of the hallway. ‘I need to find either a professor or Hermione as fast as possible.’

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So focused on his objective, the tiny nude wizard scurrying down the hallway didn’t notice someone that had happened to be walking down the hallway behind him. And it was only thanks to this person’s own Quidditch skills that they managed to catch a glimpse of the teen. With a smirk, the figure made their way strolling up behind the Gryffindor with ease. Reaching down they quickly grabbed the tiny wizard and brought him up in front of their face.

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Harry felt the air knocked out of him as he felt the hand squeeze around him as he was picked up. ‘Constant vigilance!! I bet old Mad-Eye never had to deal with something like this though.’ Harry couldn’t tell who had picked him up right off the bat as his rapid ascension didn’t allow for him to have a very good few of anything, let alone allowing him to tilt back and look up. He was able to tell that the hand was male though from the feel, and from seeing the trousers as he passed them by. Yet upon seeing the smirking face of the ferret, Harry felt his heart sink. ‘So much for the person possibly being someone helpful.’

“Well, well, look what the kneazle dragged in. A tiny little Gryffindor.” Draco smirked at seeing the wide-eyed look that he was receiving from the male in his hand. This had to have been the highlight of his life up to this point. Here Draco had been, just walking down the halls getting ready to head back to the dungeons for the evening. When low and behold, here comes Saint Potter, but with such wonderful additions. ‘Or should I say subtractions considering the massive loss in size, and the loss of clothing.’ “Oh, I wonder what you were up to at such a small size, Pothead, especially while being stark naked. Were you trying to perv on someone in the lavatory?” Even though he knew that it was a completely absurd notion, Draco couldn’t help but use the idea to mock the tiny teen. “I could easily report you for this, you know. Oh I wonder what the Daily Prophet would have to say about your latest escapade.”

Harry, who had been rapidly shaking his head and trying to deny all of the ideas that Malfoy was giving, blanched in horror. The very idea of the Daily Prophet getting wind of his situation was tantamount to a death sentence, particularly if that shrew Rita got a hold of the story. The blackmail over her head would only hold for so long, and there was no telling if she wouldn’t take the chance regardless. There wasn’t much he could do in his state as it was. In truth all he could really do is suck up his pride and hope for the best.

Harry pleaded to the giant blonde, “Please Malfoy you’ve gotta help me. I was practicing for the NEWTS and accidentally caused myself to shrink. Would you please help me by turning me back to normal?” He could only stare into the gray eyes of his rival as he could see him thinking over his desperate plea. Merlin, how low had he sunk, that he was so desperate for help that he would be begging Malfoy for it.

“Hmm,” Draco tilted his head, taking in the request that was before him. Or at least that was what he wanted Potter to believe. In truth, Draco already knew that he wasn’t going to help him; he was just trying to think of something to do with the shrunken savior.

‘It’s gotta be something humiliating for all that he had put not only me through, but also the House of Malfoy as well. But the question is what?’ For all the cunning that Draco possessed, it wasn’t like he had a plan for a situation such as this. Plans for a grown Potter, sure they were simple enough to plan, but a shrunken one? That hadn’t been a consideration. So Draco used the little time that he had while Potter was probably rethinking his life decisions, to try and think of something appropriate.

‘It suppose I could take him back to the dungeons and let the remaining Slytherins students on him. That would certainly be a thorough punishment.’ This would especially be true for the few that had returned for an 8th year. He could just imagine how some of the others would treat him, especially Zabini. Just thinking of what the perpetual horny Italian wizard might come up with was enough for Draco’s own member to slightly twitch in an attempt to awaken.

Draco’s eyes widened and had an evil look as soon as he felt that twitch though. A smirk grew upon his face, thoroughly frightening the tiny Gryffindor, ‘Ah that’s perfect.’

Focusing back upon the wide-eyed Gryffidor in his hands, “I have just the perfect idea for your situation, Potter.” Turning back down the hall, he made his way to one of the rooms and opened the door. Peeking in, and after seeing no one inside he slid in, “Let me explain what’s going to happen in here.” The final noise heard in the empty hall was a click as the door shut behind them.

Harry was quaking in fear as the door shut behind him and Malfoy. He already was well aware that his begging was going to do no good when it came to the blonde Slytherin, this was going to be a disaster for him at the very least. Especially with that smirk and gleam in the eye that Harry had been able to see before they had entered the empty room. He had seen that look whenever Malfoy had managed to get him into detention for no reason over the years. To see it again, and now of all times… Well Harry was really regretting going out alone.

Gesturing with his free hand, Draco spoke, “So, I figure as you were completely alone as you slunk through the halls, that none of the other Gryffindorks know about you being out and about.” He glanced down at the tiny wizard in his hand with a smirk, but didn’t wait for a response. “Which means that no one is actually waiting for you to return, especially not in your current condition. That means that you really are at my complete mercy, huh Potter.”

“Come on Malfoy, you don’t have to do this. The war is over, we’re both back at school with no outside interference. Can’t you just help me and let bygones be bygones,” Harry pleaded.

“Hmm,” Draco tilted his head in a mocking thinking position, “I don’t think I will. You see, now that I have you in my hands I can really do whatever I want with you.” Out of sight from Harry, Draco subtly flicked his new wand into his free hand.

“So w-what’s your plan Malfoy,” Harry tried to ask, but couldn’t mask the worry in his voice. Especially as he saw the blonde raise his free hand, which was now holding his wand.

If anything the Slytherin’s smirk seemed to have gotten wider, “Oh I’m not going to give away the ending Potter. But let’s just say,” Draco waved his wand and his clothing was taken off and lying on a desk, ”you are certainly never going to forget this for the rest of your life.”

Harry’s eyes widened and face flushed at the sight of nude body of the Slytherin. What normally would have been seen as a flawless swimmer’s physique was now completely enlarged due to his size difference. Malfoy’s chest seemed to go on for miles, with abs that he had not been expecting from the spoiled pureblood. As his eyes involuntarily traversed the terrain, they halted on what he could only depict as a monolith. If at all possible his eyes had widened even further upon the sight of Malfoy’s cock. Nestled amongst a neatly trimmed bush and atop massive dangling balls, was a pillar of flesh that Harry was desperately hoping was just his imagination…especially as he seemed to be moving towards it!

“W-wait! Malfoy what are you doing!” Harry yelled at the blonde as he tried to press upon the finger gripping him.

“Well I figure that you might get lost at that size, I mean you were wandering the halls starkers after all. So I figure that I, as the kind and generous bloke that I am, should find a way in which to keep you safe at this height.” Draco stated in a mocking tone as his hand reached level with the head of his erect cock. Harry was suddenly keenly aware of how small in size he was as he stared at the other’s member. He could see that he was not even the size of the other’s cockhead, and what made it significantly worse was the fact that it was his rival’s cock that he was comparing himself to.

Harry jerked backward with a grunt, obviously Malfoy was moving again. Once he realigned himself he saw that he was not moving back up or anywhere remotely positive, instead he was moving closer to the head of Slytherin’s cock.

“W-wait what are you do-,” Harry was cut off as he came in contact with the pulsing flesh of Malfoy’s cock. His heart racing a mile a minute, it didn’t take long for him to feel a stickiness on his feet. Peeling his head off, he glanced down only to wish that he hadn’t. His feet were sticking inside of the slit of Malfoy’s cock.

Face shooting up, “WAIT! Malfoy, you can’t possibly mean..?!”

Draco’s face was smirking, a devilish gleam in his eyes, “Well of course Potter. Where else would I store someone so small. I mean...it is somewhere that is perfectly safe, unlike my pocket or hand.” His thumb gently caressed over the grimacing face, “After all we have to give the best accommodations possible to the Man-Who-Conquered.”

And that seemed to be all that Draco was going to say as his thumb started to slide over Harry’s body, gently moving him down. With each rub Harry felt himself moving further and further, His foot and then leg sliding deeper into the slit. Knowing his fate was something that Harry had always wanted, yet right now Harry would prefer to have anything else. Feeling his body sliding deeper and deeper into Malfoy’s cock, it was no surprise that he could feel tears starting to build up. As his torso was pressed Harry couldn’t help but try and appeal one more time. “Malfoy, please! Don’t do this to me! I’ll do anything you want me to do, just don’t put me in there!”

With eyes closed Draco just smiled down at the tiny Gryffindor in his cock, delighting in the feeling of not only the pleasure in his cock, but also the power he had over the Gryffindor. Draco’s thumb caressed Potter’s face once again, “Sorry Potter but I need to make sure you are in the safest place possible.” Smoothly adjusting, Draco pressed his thumb on top of the Gryffindor’s head, sending him downwards into his shaft.

Draco’s eyes were near rolling back into his head at the feeling in his cock. Each movement that he felt was like a spark going through him, with each one making him clench. ‘I can’t let myself cum before he’s in completely,’ Draco thought grimacing. He reached down the rest of the way, wrapping his hand the rest of the way around his cock, nearly cumming on the spot. Slowly he began moving his hand down, trying to get the Gryffindor down to his new “dorm” as soon as possible.

Harry couldn’t move at all, the feeling of pulsing slick flesh surrounding him from every angle. He attempted to squirm inside, desperately trying to get out, but that only got him more clenches around him. Suddenly he was being pulled down, the flesh around him seeming to move him downwards into the dark until he could no longer even see the slit. Soon enough Harry felt his feet hit something soft, yet just as soon as that happened the slit pulled apart sending fluid up around him. Harry, slicked up as he was, dropped like a rock into a cavern-like area, splashing as he landed. The salty-bitter flavor that he tasted as it splashed into his mouth was just enough to let Harry know where he was. In the testicle of Draco Malfoy.

Harry was banging on the flesh walls that surrounded him, “MALFOY, GET ME OUT OF HERE NOW! THIS ISN’T FUNNY, YOU FERRET!” Yet with each bang, the Gryffindor was unaware that it was doing nothing but riling up the blonde. It was the groan that really got Harry’s attention though. Backing away from the flesh wall, absently casting a wandless Lumos, Harry could only watch in mute horror as he saw the walls begin to contract. That’s when everything began to move.

Draco had gasped in pleasure as he felt the pressure in his cock diminish, only to feel a pleasant fullness in his balls. “Hahaha,” the Slytherin couldn’t help but laugh out loud into the empty classroom. “You’re really in there aren’t you, Potter? I really have you in my balls.” This was officially the single best day that Draco had ever had. Over the years the Gryffindor and him had fought over everything, and after the war had ended and the Malfoy name had been dragged through the mud he had assumed there would be no way in which he could properly get back at him. Until now.

Draco’s eyes slid shut as he felt the tingling in his balls commence. Groaning in pleasure, he leant back against the desk with his clothes, both hands now gripping the edge. ‘Looks like Potty finally realized where he is and is trying to get out,’ he couldn’t help but think as a pleasure-filled smile grew on his face. ‘To bad for him that isn’t the plan at the moment.’ Slowly the blonde let go of the desk, and one hand proceeded to move towards his cock.

Draco gripped his cock firmly, groaning as he felt the heat of his hand around it. It didn’t take him long to begin slowly rubbing up and down his cock, getting it nice and firm. He knew that it was going to be a quick one, especially with the current guest that was inside of his balls. Just thinking of the situation that Potter was in caused his cock to twitch involuntarily. The very idea of what Potter must be going through, down there trapped with his balls. Well lets just say that Draco knew that he was going to be taking full advantage of the situation.

Harry on the other hand was completely terrified. What had started as him finally believing that Draco had turned over a new leaf, had instead turned out to be a trap; and a very unique one to say the very least. As he tried to keep his balance as his surroundings bounced around him, he could only observe as the semen kept flowing into his rival’s balls, slowly coming up to his chest. He knew, with a grimace, that there was a significant chance that he would be treading the liquid soon. He had not expected that his learning how to swim would save his life by helping him tread cum.

Draco was rapidly increasing his pace, feeling the increased pressure inside his balls with even more significance now. He had no idea that having Potter in there would have affected him so greatly, but he for sure was not complaining. This was especially true, as with a sudden increase, he started to moan even louder.

“Oh...oh fuck,” Draco panted, “I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum, Potter!” And with those words his balls contracted, rapidly shooting out cum from his cock. His eyes closed, Draco could only pant in ecstasy as he enjoyed the pleasure of his orgasm. Completely unaware of Potter’s situation.

Harry had realized that Draco was close to cumming, and knew that this would perhaps be one of his only chances to escape from his “imprisonment.” His treading increased dramatically, trying to keep himself underneath the slit that was his only exit. The Lumos spell that he had cast to light up the balls slowly went out, engulfing Harry in darkness. But he knew he couldn’t risk casting the spell again, he needed to focus solely on getting out. It wasn’t long after that Harry felt the liquid around him and the walls started to contract. Suddenly the semen was shooting up, and he went under, his eyes shut tightly. He felt the semen swirling around him, moving him around.

Harry had been hoping, praying even, that he would be shot up along with the rest of the liquid. He would be more than fine dealing with the humiliation that he would be forced to endure, he just wanted to get out of here. But the “Potter Luck” had struck again. Instead of being shot upwards and through the slit, his density proved to be his undoing. He ended up being sucked downwards, hitting the bottom of Draco’s balls making him gasp in pain. Before he could shut his mouth a flood of semen went in and down his throat, the bitter-salt fluid invading all of his taste buds. And then suddenly everything slowly came to a stop, Harry painstakingly came back to his hands and knees. Looking around he was able to barely see, but was able to make out that he was still inside his prison. Though the fluid was now down to little more than a puddle. Silently tears began to fall as Harry began to realize his situation. “P-please, Draco…anyone…help me.”

Draco panted as he came down off his high, having had one of his best orgasms in so long. Letting go of his cock, Draco looked at the splattered cum that was decorating his chest, no sign of the Gryffindor anywhere. His balls now felt only pleasurably full, not overwhelming as earlier. He could only huff a laugh, “Looks like you’re still in there huh, Potter. Were you hoping to stay and enjoy a pureblood’s hospitality?” Waving his hand, the cum on his chest vanished, he reached back and grabbed his clothing and began dressing. As he slipped his trousers on, he reached down and ground down on his balls, the pleasure racing through his body. He slipped on his shirt and outer robe, and got off the desk. Flicking his wand, a Tempus spell informing him of the time passed, he proceeded towards the door.

“Well I suppose Potter, if you want to stay in my balls, I can grant you the honor. Spending a couple days pleasuring a pureblood might just teach you your place.” He left the room, shutting the door on the room that had witnessed, what would most likely be, Draco Malfoy’s ultimate win over Harry Potter.