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Sirius intended to speak with his young cousin all night but perhaps it was the smallest amount of rejection that held him at bay. He had found a family within the Marauders and now once again with Harry. His blood family was all but forgotten. Not without good reason of course. Yet, Draco Malfoy, his young second cousin by blood, had taken no part in his disownment nor did the boy likely even have any knowledge of who he was.
So now, having escaped from Azkaban and being pardoned for the crimes he most certainly did not commit, he wondered if there was room for mending familial ties or perhaps at least extending an introduction to his young cousin.
"Some party, huh?" Harry beamed up from his seat next to Sirius.
The golden trio chatted happily, they danced, they laughed, and Sirius was glad to have been invited back to the school for the spring celebration. Seeing his god-son enjoy his youth was a delight and a relief.
Beyond the Great Hall, there seemed to be less celebrating.
"Some party, huh?" Professor Albany groaned from just around the corner as he extended a flask toward the brooding blonde.
Draco eyed it sceptically. What a sad sight to behold. Even the teachers didn't want to partake in this gods for saken gathering without the aid of alcohol.
"It's not a trick, Mr. Malfoy. I simply can't stand to see another student suffer the misery of all that mingling."
Draco smirked in response and rounded the corner as he took the flask in his grasp. He slumped against the brick wall next to the generous Professor as he took a swig from the cold metal flask.
"You know, back in my day, we used to have the best after parties." Professor Albany continued as he took the flask back and brought it to his own lips. "Your father always brought the good stuff, the damn exhibitionist." He chuckled, handing the flask back to the boy.
Draco drank it eagerly, not wanting this opportunity to slip away as he listened on.
"I hope this school hasn't made everyone so soft that they stop behaving like ludicrous teenagers. That's what these dances are all about! Having an after party, making memories with friends, maybe even getting lucky." Albany nudged Draco's shoulder with his own elbow and the blonde grimaced in response. His sexual endeavours were not a topic to be discussed with his history teacher.
"Honestly, we could always count on your father to come through for us Slytherins. He was a right genius at getting anything at all smuggled in!" The professor chuckled again, his voice low and gruff. The kind of voice that made History of Magic all the more boring. "I don't suppose you'll be living up to the superior standards he's set forth?"
Draco paused, the flask back in his grasp and nearly at the edge of his pale lips. He wasn't certain how to answer. He hadn't thought much of an after party. He was truthfully hoping it would all just be over so he could return to his dorm in peace. He knew the couples would dissolve into dark corners and creep into crevasses in order to snog one another's faces off. He had already seen Potter and the Weaslette scurrying off throughout the evening. Yet, he didn't feel the need to entertain anyone that night. Perhaps he wasn’t living up to his father's legacy. He swallowed a lump forming in his throat and washed away the incompetence with more whiskey.
"Oh come on!" The professor nudged his shoulder enthusiastically. "I've got a bottle of Ogden's in my office. You bring that back to your common room and you'll be the hero tonight."
"Are you certain?" Draco asked, his eye brows knitted in confusion.
"Of course! I was young once, you know." Professor Albany patted the student's shoulder once again as he steered them in the direction of his classroom. "As long as you can keep this between us. I don't need the faculty breathing down my neck over some silly party."
Draco nodded as he followed along. He could be the hero that night. Everyone would be talking about what a great time it is to be a Slytherin instead of a bloody Gryffindor. He would be beloved by his peers and celebrated like his father had been. It would have been a stupid thing to pass up such an opportunity.
"Here we are." Albany announced as they stopped outside the classroom door.
Draco was no stranger to visiting classrooms after hours for a late night rendezvous or a nab of a particular potion. He however, was not accustomed to having a professor himself lead the way to ill intent. Surely his father would be proud of his ability to persuade even the educational staff for his own purposes.
"Well come on in, let's not have either of us getting scolded by McGonagall just yet." Albany dug through one drawer after another with a sigh each time. "I must have stashed it in my office, come on." He motioned toward the back of the room where his private office sat undisturbed.
Draco had to stop himself from rolling his eyes at the small burden and instead focused himself on the drink still in his hand. He let the remainder of the liquor trickle down his throat and supply some sanity as he followed the professor once again.
"You know your father and I had been relatively close during our years here together." Albany spoke as Draco entered the office behind him. "I remember him chasing after your mother, oh constantly, at the time!" The professor laughed to himself and Draco's shoulders relaxed ever so slightly at the thought of his parents' love story. He had heard bits and pieces from his mother when she would drink wine late into the evening, but he seldom asked for any details. "Here it is!" Albany produced a bottle of amber whiskey from a desk drawer.
"You remind me of him, you know? Tall, strong, a brilliant quidditch player. Here, I'd like a glass of this before all your little friends drown themselves in it." Professor Albany poured out two glasses of the fine expensive whiskey, handing the first to the teenager across from him.
Draco gladly accepted, only now starting to feel the ease of tension the flask had brought with it.
Albany lifted his glass with cheers and took a sip watching closely as the Malfoy heir did the same.
"Ah, Ogden's finest." The professor sighed as he examined the crystal glass within his large hand. He then flung back the remainder of the liquid and sighed again as the fire whiskey danced down his throat. He motioned for Draco to do the same and the Slytherin student smirked as he complied. It wasn't every day that a professor let you hound down the good stuff.
The blonde coughed as the liquor burned its way to the back of his throat and fire filled his chest. He grimaced as his lungs stung with the effort to correct for the harsh whiskey. Albany only chuckled once again as he poured another glass for the boy, a tad more than before.
"Have you heard of the time your father was transfigured into a sloth by his friend Theodore Nott? Oh, what a hoot that was! He hasn't mentioned that one, has he?" The sly professor smiled.
Draco was eager to hear of his father's life and adventures during his own Hogwarts years. He couldn't imagine the strict man ever having been a part of the drama and teen angst, even back then. He listened intently as the professor delved into the story. Barely even pausing when he refilled the boy's glass yet again, the professor hardly touching his own.
As yet another story of Lucius Malfoy's similar behaviour to that of his own son concluded, Professor Albany reached across the desk to refill the students glass once again. The bottle was less than half at this point and it had only been short of an hour. As Draco leaned out of his seat to bring his empty glassware towards the enticing amber liquor, he stumbled forward, only just catching himself on the desk before him.
Professor Albany smiled slowly at the nearly incoherent teenager he had successfully entrapped. He poured the fire whiskey into the outstretched glass as Draco snickered at his own feeble footing.
Albany turned to the doorway of his office, closing the door and muttering a locking spell as the blonde returned to his seat, glass full and smile lopsided. The older man sat at the edge of his desk, admiring the youth in front of him. His usually well kept blonde hair was now falling casually into his eyes and his normally scowling face was softened with a tipsy little smirk.
"Is your wand similar to your fathers as well?" The calculating teacher asked, brows raised and a soft smile ghosting across his features. "Let's see then."
Draco proudly produced his hawthorne wand, attempting to twirl it within his fingers. Despite his aptitude for such an arrogant display, the whiskey was flowing freely in his veins now and the wand clattered against the floor. The boy only burst out laughing at his mistake.
Professor Albany picked up the wand with a chuckle and placed it within a desk drawer. Locking it away.
"What are you doing?" Draco slurred with confusion as his wand was seemingly confiscated.
"Finish your drink, Draco." The professor instructed.
The blonde blinked a few times before doing as he was told. It wasn't an extensive endeavour as his inhibitions were lowered and getting lower yet.
"Good." Albany praised as he appeared in front of the drunken teenager.
In one swift motion he yanked a confused Draco up by the arm and slammed the boy forward into the desk. The whiskey glass long forgotten and now clunking across the scraggly rug beneath them. Draco groaned loudly at the contact as Albany grasped his fine blonde hair and banged his head against the smooth surface of the ornate desk. He grimaced as his dulled senses tried to keep up with the spinning room and the quick movements. A cold hand was on his neck, pushing his pale cheek further against the wooden desk, forcing him still.
"What… what are you doing?" Draco managed to angrily mumble out before it became very obvious what the teacher behind him was about to do.
After a few seconds fiddled with the boy's belt, Albany unfasted the latch and yanked at his trousers, all while keeping one hand firmly planted on the students neck and his weight forward, trapping the unsuspecting Malfoy heir.
"Wait! Stop! What are you doing?" Draco croaked out in a sudden sobering panic as he thrashed his whole body, arms reaching for anything to grasp on to.
"Stop that. You'll only make it worse for yourself." Professor Albany spoke in return as he snagged the boy's wrists within his firm grasp.
Draco was gasping in breath after shaky breath as his inebriated brain tried to process what was happening.
"Wait, wait, wait! Please stop! I don't want this. I don't want to do this. Please!" He begged and shouted to no avail.
The professor had already made up his mind. He had laid the groundwork and was eagerly awaiting the benefits to his success. He shifted his weight behind the boy and used his knees to leverage the students legs further apart. From his position bent over the desk, Draco continued his shouts and pleas for the man to stop but all his imploring went without notice. He whimpered as he felt the Professor's erection push against him. He tried again and again to rip his wrists away from the man but the grip was unyielding and the weight of the man was too great.
"Please stop! Wait, wait, I can get you money! Galleons, thousands of them. Whatever you want! Please just stop! I won't tell anyone, I swear. Please!"
"You snivelling bastard," The professor bit back with a suddenly strange disdain that was rather unlike any instructor he had heard before. "I've got what I want."
The blonde gasping and struggling stilled at the realisation of what had happened. He had been such a fool. He had followed the spider into its web and drank a fuck-ton the whole while. His breath caught as the professor aligned his bare cock against the students entrance.
Draco cried out in pain as the cruel man behind him pushed his member slowly inside.
"No! No, stop!" The boy begged breathlessly as his professor dragged himself out ever so slowly, shuttering at the feeling before thrusting himself back in again.
Tears streamed down the Slytherin student's pale face as he was slammed into the desk again and again. His cries went unheard and his shouts died within the confines of the small office. He was helpless in his drunken state against the large man berating him. He had never been in a situation like this before. Nothing compared to the terror and hopelessness that was echoing through his sluggish mind now. He recalled briefly a similar feeling of helplessness when he was transfigured into a ferret during fourth year. Now he wished that were his only humiliation.
"Please …" He tried again as he winced through each thrust into his body. The pain was red hot behind his scrunched eyelids. Each push and pull of his body against the Professor's cock felt as though it would tear him apart completely. "Please, stop…" He begged through the sobs. He couldn't recall the last time he had ever begged for anything. Malfoys don't beg, Draco. He remembered his father snarling at him during second year. He had requested to be on the Quidditch team, like Potter was. His father reluctantly agreed and new brooms were awarded to the Slytherins. Now he only wanted the pain to stop. He wanted the man off of him and to never touch him again. He wanted his freedom and his pride back.
"If you keep moving, it's only going to hurt worse." Professor Albany growled out from just behind the boy. He thrust himself forward again and again. He plunged his cock further in, burying himself in the untouched flesh. Each movement filled and stretched Draco as he sobbed through the tearing pain.
Albany nudged the students legs with his own knees, spreading the boy further until he was satisfied with the new angle. Unable to fight back against the whiskey that he had so eagerly consumed and forced against the desk by the weight of the horrific man's actions, Draco stilled, waiting for it all to end.
The professor shifted his weight again, releasing the boy's wrists and gripping his hips as he thrust his erection in further yet.
"Stop… stop." Draco gasped out between sobs as Professor Albany slapped against him from behind. Each plunge into his body splitting him further and eliciting another wince and cry from his mouth. As the reckless professor's merciless rhythm increased, Draco fought against the pull of unconsciousness threatening to take him under. The brutal pace was too much. The pain was too great. The shame was even greater and the blonde couldn't fight against it any longer.
Finally, as the Professor's hips jerked and his grip dug further into Draco's sides, he knew the end was close. The man gave one final thrust as he emptied himself into the petrified student.
"Fuck-k." Albany groaned out as he came undone and slumped further onto Draco who was shaking as he sobbed silently.
The professor slid himself out of the student with another groan, to which Draco whimpered. As soon as the large man released him, the frightened blonde collapsed onto the floor. He crumpled into himself as he hastily pulled at his trousers in an attempt to cover up.
Professor Albany sat back, slouching into one of the chairs that faced the desk they had just defaced.
Draco could vaguely feel the warm fluids seeping out of his body as the hysteria pushed him into unconsciousness and he passed out on the scratchy rug beneath him.
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The blonde teenage boy awoke to the pounding of his head and the pleasant warmth radiating from his lower abdomen. He sucked in a sharp breath at the pleasure wrapped around his own cock. For only a moment he relaxed into the feeling before he blinked up at the unfamiliar ceiling. The office.
He was still in Professor Albany's office and he was laying on the floor. He jerked away from the grasp holding him down but the Professor had used a binding spell and continued to work Draco's cock within his mouth, having hardly cared that the boy was now awake.
Draco watched on in utter disbelief and humiliation as the elder man buried his mouth over and over again around Draco's erection. Why in Salazar's sake was he fucking errect right now.
"Stop! Stop, stop, stop! Fucking, get off!" The student cried out but the professor only smirked around the boy's member as he took him in once again, gliding his tongue up and down the length of the student's cock.
Draco gasped at the sensation and hated himself for even allowing his body to react.
"Be quiet, Draco. Try to relax and enjoy it. You won't get another opportunity." The cruel man crooned out to the boy.
"No, no please. I don't want it. Please stop!" The blonde begged again from his position on the scraggly carpet. His arms and legs refused to move and remained bound to his body. He tried to shake his head back and forth but nothing would come of it. He winced as the professor drug his mouth over the tip and plunged back onto him.
"Seems like maybe you do want it." Albany sneered down at the boy in his clutches.
"No… " Draco pleaded as his brain pounded within his blonde head. "Please don't." The alcohol infused with panic and shame was making it hard to concentrate or making it easier to lose himself in the concentrated feeling below.
Heat began spreading under his skin as his cock throbbed and ached with every wet and warm contact of the Professor's mouth. He wanted to hate it, he wanted so much to hate what was happening to him but he couldn't help panting as the pleasure built within him. He hated Albany, that much was certain, even in his inebriated brain. He knew he hated the man that was hovering over his erect member and taking him in faster and faster. He winced again but not entirely out of pain as the professor swirled his tongue over the boy's cock.
He also knew that he hated himself. If not before, certainly now as his breath caught and his hips attempted to jerk. He hated himself for being turned on, for enjoying even a second of what the crued man was doing to him. He hated how his body was reacting and wanting. Each dart and flick of the Professor's tongue stung his pride like needles to his eyes. Yet he couldn't stop himself from the pressure that built and the breaths that escaped in quick pants and huffs.
As he was taken in again and again into the wet heat of the Professor's mouth he felt himself starting to unravel. He closed his eyes, both with pleasure and shame and knowing he wouldn't want to see the man above him as he was forced to orgasm.
Another shaky breath as he stuttered and panted with the man's mouth sucking him off and his tongue gliding the length of his shaft. Then just as he was there, just as he began to groan and light exploded behind his eyelids, the Professor moved his hand to circle Draco's asshole. The man's tongue swirled again up and down the erect member as his fingers jabbed into the boy's opening.
Draco's cock was already twitching though and he had to bite his lip to keep from gasping out as the waves of pleasure rolled through him. His breath caught as a strangled whimper escaped his lips while he orgasmed. He shattered as the professor finished him, tears falling from his closed stormy eyes. His pleasure quickly turned to pain as the cruel man was plunging his fingers in and out of the student rapidly at the final release of his spent cock.
"You enjoyed it, you filthy little whore." Albany purred as he wiped his chin clean. "Not so high and mighty now, are you?" The professor grumbled as he released the binding spell and Draco curled in on himself. The guilt and the shame and the pain were unbearable. He just wanted it to be over. His vision ebbed and hazzed as he thought unconsciousness would take him once again.
"Drink this." Professor Albany dropped the whiskey bottle next to the crumpled up teenager on his floor. "You're gonna wanna be plastered for what's next."
"Please," Draco gasped out once again in an attempt to pursued his abuser. "Please… let me go." Tears were stinging his eyes as he begged.
"There's the door." Albany motioned toward the entrance of his office with little emotion written on his face. It was a face he no longer recognized. It certainly wasn't the same professor that has droned on about wizarding history during lectures. No, his eyes were bright and dangerous now, not dull or boring. He was menacing and he knew it.
Draco was still too impaired to be able to read the expression if there were one. He took the chance, as it was all he had. Slowly, he crawled to his hands and knees. His breath was coming in short erratic gasps. He grimaced in pain as he pulled himself up against the chair. With one hand steadying himself against the piece of furniture, he used the other to hoist his trousers up around his waist. Tears streamed down his pale face and his heart hammered in his chest while echoing through his head. He chanced quick glances at the Professor, who casually leaned against his desk, as he fastened his belt with shaking hands. Then slowly he limped over toward the doorway, wincing as the pain tore through him from the evening's previous acts. His limbs shook as he reached for the door handle. He just needed to hang on for another few minutes. He just needed to get beyond the doors. As he pulled the knob and the door creaked open, it was then suddenly slammed shut once again.
Albany had kicked it closed as soon as Draco had made his attempt.
Thwack!
The Professor scowled down at the student he had backhanded. His eyes dangerous with excitement and growing more intense. Draco cowered on the floor, a hand held against the side of his face where the professor had struck him. Tears continued to fall from his shattering silver stare as terror washed through him once again.
"You're not going anywhere, Draco." The man seethed as he tipped the bottle of amber liquor back and gulped down another mouthful. "You're either drunk enough to pass out or you're sober enough to feel everything. Your choice." The once none conspicuous man now hissed arrogantly down at his student as he shoved the bottle of fire whiskey toward the boy.
Draco swallowed as he eyed the bottle dangling in front of him. He held out a shaky hand to grasp the cool glass bottle before tipping it back and gulping down what he could.
"Wise choice." Albany rasped out. "Finish it."
Draco breathed heavily as he observed there was sill plenty left. They had drunk most of the bottle but a significant amount remained. Had he drank it all himself? He couldn't quite remember but it wasn't about to matter now. He pulled the bottle back again and again. The whiskey burned less and less as he drank on and on. Though his stomach was in knots and he wasn't certain if he could keep any of it down.
Albany pushed off the desk, closing the space between the pair to hoist the blonde upright. Draco winced as his body ached in places he had never wished for.
"Drink." The professor instructed once again.
Draco sucked in a deep breath to ease his trembling body. He grasped the bottle tighter and flung it upwards with all his remaining strength. The hit landed. It thumped across Albany's chin, knocking the man backwards. In the next instant Draco was scrambling for the doorway, hands reaching for the knob. He made it out one exit and ran across the classroom toward the next doorway. He just needed to get out.
He fumbled with the cold metal of the door knob. It was locked though. Of course it was.
He didn't have his wand.
He banged against the door, yelling and shouting as loud as he could. He kicked it and slammed his body into it despite the pain. He shouted again and again as he pulled at the handle. Begging, willing, someone to hear him.
No one did.
They were all consumed with the ball going on within the Great Hall.
"You fucking little blonde cunt!" Professor Albany shouted as he sent a curse hurling toward the trapped teen. The Flippendo smacked Draco against the hard oak door. His head collided with the rough wood causing a cash to split just under his white blonde hair. The boy groaned as the professor grabbed his arm once again flinging him back toward the small office. His normally calm silver eyes shown wide with swirling and ebbing grey coated fear.
As Albany shoved the student into the stagnant and dim office, he reached for the bottle which held very little liquor in it now. He grasped Draco by the neck and poured the amber liquid down his throat.
Draco coughed and sputtered as the fire whiskey burned it's way down into his stomach. He attempted to shake his head and reach for the man to stop him. All efforts were in vain. The professor was a large man, his hands were strong and his grip was tight on the boy's throat.
"You spoiled prat!" Albany shouted as he shoved the Slytherin student to the floor once again.
Draco cried out as the weight of the man crashed into him. The horrible professor was tearing at the boy's belt and trousers once again. The alcohol had dulled his senses enough to keep him from getting back up as he fought against the man's grasp. It was little use. He felt defeated and desperate.
Albany once again poured the contents of the whiskey bottle down the students throat. Coughs ignored. Sputters only rewarded with another slap across the face. Until, the bottle was empty and tears once again coated the shaggy rug below them.
The professor was quick to flip his student over, shoving his blonde head into the rug. His tear stained face rubbed roughly against the scratchy carpet as he sobbed and thrashed about. Draco could feel himself loosing it. He could feel the alcohol taking over and his mind hazing and growing slow. His movements became harder and harder to control, his arms were heavy at his sides as he kept attempting to push himself off the ground. His legs kicked and bucked as he felt the professor removing his trousers once again.
Draco gasped and shouted and cried as Professor Albany forced himself on him again and again. He sobbed silently as the tears began drying up and his voice began to give out.
The mundane man who Draco used to snicker at behind his back during lectures was now thrusting his cock deeper and deeper inside of him. The man that taught Magical History and droned on about the most boring events of the past was now defiling him once again. This time there were no slow movements or easing in. It was quick, and rough, and painful in the worst of ways.
Draco's consciousness began to fade. The world was spinning and he found it was hard to even be a part of the moments that stretched on and tore into him.
He would fade in and out of consciousness for the remainder of the evening. The professor would finish using him and collapse into the chair as Draco lay unconscious on the floor. Albany would then smoke a cigarette and open another bottle of presumably cheaper whiskey. He would force Draco's mouth open to swallow more liquor over and over again. He would force Draco's limp body to bend over the desk and rape him, over and over again. He would abuse him, each time becoming rougher and more violent. He would use him and discard him multiple times throughout the evening.
Until finally, late, after everyone had gone to bed, he would cast a scourgify to clean the student and he would clothe him once again. Then he would shove the beaten and used and intoxicated boy out the door and into the cold corridor.
Draco blinked his eyes open. It was dark, the stone walls were dark with little light cascading through the cloud covered windows. His head was aching. Everything was aching.