Chapter 1: Draco Malfoy R-18
His mind was muddled, information of two lives, two worlds clashing...
A world without magic, and a world with...
A world of a boy who trained in the sword, it beaten into him.
A world of a rich snob who barely trained in the wand, he was spoiled.
But the one with the sword one, dedication, training, discipline, it was no fight.
His reward was memories, and a chance.
A chance at a new, much more difficult life... But a life he would be able to use his sword in.
Soon the fog began to fade, as both memories settled in, just like his own, right there for the taking.
Then his mental shield fired up, sloppy at first, but then progressively getting better, quickly and efficiently becoming dangerous. An incredibly dangerous trap for those who tried to read his memories without his acceptance, and death for those who would force it.
Once the final lock clicked into place, tighter and tighter, did he feel something else?
A tightness around more than just his mind, a pleasant and warm feeling surrounded his cock that stood to attention.
His body's senses began to return to him as if he was waking up from a long sleep. The soft bed he lay in, the soft blankets and sheets that greeted him, the slow grind against his hips, and the gentle rock of the bed around him.
His eyes snapped open, light grey eyes aware immediately as he took in the beautiful silken canopy above him, he was definitely in one hell of an expensive bed.
''Oh, is my little Dragon awake?'' Moaned a voice he knew well, looking down he was greeted with the view of his beautiful Mother, still dressed in her morning dress, which showed no skin below her neck, meant to help stave off the morning chill.
But what he could see from her lifted dress was her creamy white thighs as they hugged his bare hips, her cunt enveloping his 'Dragon' in the slow grind as she rode him.
Smiling she leaned forward, hiding the view as she slid her hands along his face. ''My handsome little Dragon, good morning... I promised myself I'd wait, but then when I came to wake you up I saw it, already at attention for Mama.'' She pressed her lips to his own, kissing him lovingly as he lifted his hands to cup her cheeks, pulling her in as he rotated his hips.
Joining in the slow copulation as he depending the kiss. His tongue danced with hers which caused her to groan against his lips before she pulled away, her blush noticeable on the pale cheeks as she held a hand up to her lips, smiling behind them.
''I might not be able to call you my little Dragon for long, you keep kissing me like that...''
He shifted, getting a soft moan out of her as he sat up, momentarily lifting her as he turned her around. Setting her onto her knee's at the edge of the bed.
Just doing that made his muscles scream, causing him to show displeasure in them, he may have got a second chance, but apparently bringing his muscles over from his last life wouldn't be something he could do... Not that he couldn't gain more.
Now that she was facing away from him he caught the silken drap and tossed it, catching her around the neck as he pulled her neck back with it as he began to thrust his hips into her.
He moans picked up as she leaned forward into the bed to hike her ass up and take him in his entirety.
Despite him being a pale skinny white boy, he was packing a large cock, and with years of experience of showing a modern woman their religion, he knew how to use it.
She he did so, one arm holding the silken drape around her neck while the other gripped the back of her corset, fucking her like she was a tavern wench bent over the bar counter.
He was already close when he woke up, now that he was moving himself he wouldn't hold on for long. That wouldn't matter, his Mother was already pleading, moaning out his name like a bitch in heat and had already orgasmed a few times.
If wizards came this easily, Draco might have a new favorite pass time.
He thrust forward as he released a load of semen against her cervix. Her legs buckling as she came once more, hard before they gave out beneath her, causing her to fall to the side onto his bed, her legs quivering.
Releasing the silken drape he leaned forward to place a loving kiss along her backside, letting his hand rub down her thigh before he stood straight. Retrieving his wand from his nightstand he called upon his magic.
Despite the lazy training and practice he had with it, his magic sprang forth immediately to his demand. Confirming he had both the proper wand movements and the intent he casted the cleaning charm.
"Scourgify.'' He spoke while pointing at his mother backside, cleaning her off the leaking cum and the juices she shared with him before he pointed to himself.
Broadening his intent, his will he spoke it again.
"Scourgify." His magic responded, cleaning him of their little escapade before he shifted , pulling his mothers panties back up before helping her sit up.
''I'm not used to you... Taking control Draco, can we do it again, tonight?'' She spoke, reaching for his hands.
Taking them he brought them up and towards his lips, kissing along her knuckles.
''I would love to Mother, but you know Father returns tonight, correct?''
His response caused her to scowl. ''Like he would even attempt to touch me anyway, after you he was finished with me.''
''Mother, my monthly allowance? I must get school supplies.'' He smiled to her warmly, and she smiled brightly, having almost forgotten that soon her son would be off learning magic properly, he knew basic spells since he was a Pureblood, and never would she allow any son or child of hers to show up to that school without previous training.
''Of course! I was able to swindle a little more then last month, school and all. Don't tell your Father but I said it was because of the new thread they were using to make those new robes!'' She chuckled, as if it was hard to swindle money out of his Father.
He amused her by laughing before he raised a hand, sliding his hand along her cheek before pulling her into a soft kiss.
''Feel free to stay here for as long as you need Mother, I am going to go get my supplies out of the way, may I burrow an elf? Preferably not Dobby, the little tit annoys me to no end.''
''Of course my little Dragon! Marcy!''
With a crack did a house elf appeared wearing a tattered potato sack, clutching at the hem of it as she bowed her head, refusing to meet their eyes.
''You will be accompanying Draco today for his shopping, is that understood?''
The elf gave an affirmative nod, however remained quiet.
''Good, you may leave.'' She waved her hand in dismissal as the house elf disappeared with another crack.
''Thank you Mother.'' Draco spoke as he pointed towards his wardrobe, focusing his magic again he spoke.
''Accio Monday Outfit.'' Sudden the doors of his wardrobe opened with a thunderous slam before an outfit appeared flying towards him, raising his hand he caught it in a flued motion, taking them he began to put them on normally as his Mother watched, her tongue licking along her lips before she stood, her legs shaking a moment before she took a breath and steadied them, standing confidently.
''I shall see you come time when your Father arrives, let me know if you need anything Draco.'' She smiled up to him, kissing his cheek before she left the room.
Once she did Draco stopped, turning to look at the full length mirror beside his bed, examining his body. He was definitely weak, but his stamina felt incredible. Was it magic related?
He flexed his fingers a bit before he walked across the room to his closet where he pulled down his old studying materials.
Due to his new mental shields, and increased occulmency his memory had a great improvement, remembering even small details. One of them being a potion he needed that would help him tremendously for the time he would start building muscles.
Taking out his potion's book he began to flip through it before finding it in his notes.
Wiggenweld Potion, a minor healing stimulant and the antidote for sleeping potions, most notably the Draught of Living Death.
He could brew a multitude of healing potions, but all did certain things, only two met his criteria for stimulating increased muscle growth, and it's healing.
Out of the two, Wiggenweld was incredibly easy to make, at least when compared to a lot of potions. It's brew time was around a little under 40 minutes, but a single brew would have him enough potion to fill a little around 30 viles, enough to last him a whole month.
Taking all the books he would deem useful to study with the limited time he had, to refresh his memory he put them into an expansion bag he had been gifted at age fifteen.
He had a great memory, but Drago hadn't looked at these books in years, so he would spend his time to properly learn it all again, but first he did need to get his shopping done.
With everything he needed he spoke out loud.
''Marcy!''
With a crack did the elf appear, it's head once more downcast. He offered his gloved hand to the creature. ''Please take me to Diagon Alley.''
The elf hesitated a moment, wondering why he asked politely before taking his hand and snapping.
An advanced form of travel as it felt like he was sucked away, keeping his dinner down was easy, since he had long got used to the feeling, once he was there he casted Scourgify onto his hand.
''You may leave now Marcy, but please prepare my cauldron for brewing a Wiggenweld potion, get what ingredients we don't already have.''
The house elf nodded before snapping once more, vanishing with a crack.
He already had his wand, along with robes and books, the last thing was his gloves, the ingredients he would need through the school year, and a few 'extra' items.
First he headed for the bank, Gringots to check how many funds he had, getting there was easy enough, even able to skip a lot of lines by being one of the 'Sacred 28.'
Once he got to the goblin at the desk he spoke.
''Draco Malfoy, here to check on the funds within my personal vault?''
The goblin looked to him for a moment, before it nodded, turning away from him he began to sort through papers before he stopped, taking out one of the papers and offering it to Draco.
Looking at the paper, he mentally recoiled, when his Mother said a 'little extra' he thought maybe a few hundred Galleons...
No, she meant a few thousand, bringing his allowance this month to a solid Eight Thousand Galleons, plus the mountain of sickle and knuts.
He tossed it into the waste bin, the paper burning up quickly before he smiled a moment.
That meant he had plenty more compared to what he originally thought... That opened a few doors for him, he once more looked at the Goblin before speaking.
''Where is the nearest Blacksmith?''
The goblin stopped what it was doing before slowly leaning forward to stare at him, fixing his glasses as he squinted hard at him.
Holding the look for a few moments he spoke slowly, no apparent hostility in his voice, he didn't get paid enough to hate Wizards.
''Goblin Lane, just walk down it and you'll pass by many of blacksmiths...''
Draco nodded before he turned, simply walking off
(End)
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