Strutting through the vacant halls of Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy walked his Prefect rounds with cool arrogance. He had already caught the little Weasley whore being double-teamed by Crabbe and Goyle, with Millicent Bullstrode in the wings, so the general feeling was that he was having a pretty successful night. As he strolled down the corridor, he heard a frantic sobbing from behind a door, and his hopes raised slightly. Was he about to acquire two busts in one night?

Drawing his wand in what he thought was a horribly heroic and romantic move, Malfoy busted down the door with a streak of dark red magic, shouting, "Reducto!" He leapt through the opening and found himself standing in a puddle of water. Comprehension dawned on him as he noticed that he was in Myrtle's bathroom.

"Myrtle! What is the matter with you?"

A silvery figure, ethereal tears dripping down her face, floated through the stall in front of him, eyes wide behind her horn-rimmed glasses. "Hello, Draco," she sniffed. "There's nothing wrong, except for he just passed by, but he didn't even say hello to me."

Draco quickly scanned the room, but seeing nothing, questioned, "There was someone here? I need to know who that was, Myrtle."

Moaning Myrtle looked down at her wringing hands. "There was...someone here, but he made me promise not to tell anyone who he was."

Draco sighed with exasperation, and ran a hand through his platinum-blond hair. "Myrtle, I'm a prefect. I need to know who was out of the dorms after curfew, it's the rules. Besides, you said that it was a boy, and this is a girl's bathroom."

Myrtle sniffed at his tone, and tears began to well up in her eyes. Suddenly, one of the sinks at the back of the room began spinning, quickly sinking out of sight. A soft hissing was heard, and Draco began to back away from the gaping hole, wand in front of him. Footsteps sounded throughout the room, echoing morbidly, and the lone torch in the room began to flicker in a nonexistent wind. Transfixed, Draco stared at the pipe as the footsteps came closer and closer, and suddenly a figure began to come into existence. First, black, unruly hair appeared, and a pale face with emerald eyes jutting out followed. Potter.

Draco's face twisted into a sneer at the sight of his rival, but kept silent in a moment of rare cunning and subtlety to see what the Boy-Who-Lived would do. Potter kept his eyes downcast, and hissed out a sharp note in Parseltongue. A grating noise was heard, and Draco was able to discern Harry muttering, "A godsend those stairs were. Never would have been able to travel to and fro the Chamber without them."

Draco let out a small gasp at the mention of the fabled Chamber, and Harry stiffened slightly. With another hiss, the entrance was sealed, and all it took was a swift flick of the wand and a slight squelching noise to seal him and his captive inside the bathroom of Moaning Myrtle.

He turned on his heel, emerald eyes raking across the bathroom, until they lit upon Draco, sparkling with glee. "Draco! My favorite ferret! I've been looking for some test subjects for a few spells, but the first years that I originally used suffered a few...ah...side effects. You know what? I think that you'll suit the role perfectly!"

Draco shuddered with revulsion, remembering the few first-years that had shown up one day in the Great Hall with great streaks of flesh missing from their bodies, some without various internal organs, and others with gigantic puncture wounds through their bodies. "That was you? Harry Potter, Savior of the Light and Boy-Who-Lived?"

"Yep. Guilty as charged. Now, Malfoy, how about we get started?" His wand whipped out, tearing Draco's wand from his hand, and, with a quick swish, it was burned to a crisp. The magical backlash from destroying such a potent magical tool was great, but Harry was able to shield himself from it. Draco wasn't so lucky, and was thrown bodily, facefirst into the wall, losing a few teeth in the process.

Blood dripping from his nose and mouth, Draco wheeled around, only to catch a bright orange bolt of light straight in the mouth. His face slowly began to heat up, and Harry watched in fascination as Draco's face turned from puzzlement, to discomfort, to outright agony. A primal scream ripped from his throat as the bone marrow in his jaw was heated up to an excruciating level. After a minute of this, Harry canceled the spell, quipping, "We can't have you dying yet, now can we."

One complicated wand movement later, and a black orb exploded forth from the end of his wand, coalescing into a jaw with massive teeth the size of a fist, sharpened to a point. The jaw rushed towards Draco, clamping down on his right arm. Harry jerked his wand, and the jaw responded, wrenching backwards and tearing the arm right out of its socket. Draco's eyes bugged out, and an tortured cry burst from his injured jaw, prompting another round of screaming. Tears of anguish flowed down his aristocratic features, gushing from his eyes, which were filled with horror at his missing limb.

Another spell rocketed from Harry's wand, a gray streak of magic that spiraled towards Draco's face. The Ocular Reducto curse struck Draco directly on his eyes, having branched into two prongs during its flight. The twin orbs, as gray as the color of the spell, shrunk in upon themselves, before exploding outwards, showering the floor with flesh and blood. A howl sounded from Draco's throat, detailing his agony, and his empty eye sockets filled with tears, the excess spilling over.

Harry's face split into a wide grin at the sound of Draco's suffering, and he decided to supplement that by breaking his legs. Twin jets of electric blue streaked from his slashing wand, striking Draco's kneecaps, and cracking them with a harsh "pow!" that was not unlike the noise Harry remembered from the Westerns that Dudley would watch. The thought of the Dursleys stoked the already roaring fire of rage that was crackling inside him, and, two jabs of his wand later, a black-as-night orb ripped its way through the air towards the pale, sniveling figure ahead of it.

Instead of instantaneously causing an effect like most spells did, this curse was slowly absorbed into Draco's body, his magic and his essence. It took a full five minutes for this absorption to happen, and, in the meantime, Harry took great delight in slicing off all of Draco's extremities and savagely cauterizing the wounds.

Harry cackled to himself as he toyed with the pompous Slytherin, for torturing was so much fun. He watched with unmasked glee as the scion of the Malfoy line cryed like a little girl with a skinned knee, albeit with slightly more serious injuries than that. Suddenly, the slight black glow that had been surrounding Draco vanished, and Harry's grin widened, a maniacal chuckle emitting from his throat as he waited with baited breath for the spell to take effect.

Slowly, Draco's cries turned to sobs, and then to sniffles, before disappearing altogether. He turned his face up at Harry, who laughed all the louder at the sight of Draco without eyeballs. Once again, Draco's face turned from puzzlement, to discomfort, to downright agony, but this Harry wasn't there to save him from the pain. The body of the pointed-faced boy began to puff up, and Harry's anticipation rose higher and higher with each centimeter that Draco's body grew, until both reached the breaking point.

Through the haze of pain and suffering, it seemed that Draco had noticed that he was being inflated for he began to frantically push down on his body, and exhale as fast and hard as he could, striving to somehow slow the imminent fate. As Draco's body tried to grow even more, Harry began constructing a shield for himself. Just in time too, as Draco's body couldn't handle the strain, and exploded.

With a whoosh, the figure was ripped apart by an unseen force, and chunks were thrown all across the room, splattering the walls with blood and creating the ambvience of a butcherhouse. Harry, protected by a shield, emerged unscathed and clean from the explosion. He conjured a bucket, and banished all of the flesh, organs and blood into it.

"Buckbeak likes ferret, right?" After this quote, Harry took one look around him, threw his head back, and laughed, long and loud.

Thus ended the life of Draco Malfoy, and the line of the Malfoys, yet began a transformation so radical, so inherently evil, in the last of the Potters, that it was not spoken of by any for centuries afterwords...

 

He killed people with a dancing spoon? That's almost as bad as my idea of killing Volde off with a rock in a sock.

 

-Bows-

Brilliance, getting head while he Crucio's Draco = priceless.

=D

 

"DOBBY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE YOU WORTHLESS LITTLE SHIT," Draco screamed upon seeing the free elf. "I is working mas.. dra.. malf... sex toy" Dobby stuttered before finally deciding on his answer. All other thoughts were driven out of Dracos head upon hearing sex toy from the repulsive little creature. "Sex toy, are you.." He never got a chance to finish as he was flying headfirst into the stone wall of the 4th floor corridor.

When Draco woke up he looked around and saw a padded room. He tried to get up only to realise he was chained to a chair. He frantically looked around and saw his former house elf looking at him with a large toothy grin. Dobby snapped his finger and a large metal rod appeared in his hands. "Wha, what are you gonna do with that" Draco said the fear obvious in his voice, tears streaming down his face.

"Not what you is thinking" Dobby replied while cocking the metal rod back and smashing it into his mouth three times. He snapped his fingers again and the rod turned into a pair of muggle pliars. "I needed to loosen up you's teeth so I could remove them" He cackled madly and ripped the first tooth out that hadn'y already been smashed out. "After all you's not be giving a very good blow job if you you'se too much teeth would you!"

After Dobby's statement Draco tried to say something only to have it come out as non-sensical drivel. After Dobby had removed the last of Dracos teeth he began to remove his own clothing, which took 10 minutes accounting to the fact that he had so many layers on. When he finally was naked Draco looked down at the extremely erect 5 inch penis which was disturbingly half head.
Dobby then pushed Draco's chair to the floor and proceeded to shove his dick into Draco's mouth. Dobby began thrusting hard into Draco's mouth as Draco screamed only adding to Dobby's pleasure. Draco started choking and was about to pass out when Dobby pulled out and unloaded into his face. It was rainbow coloured. Dobby proceeded to rape Draco in the ass for several hours and despite the sitiuation he pondered where the elf got his stamina. He only ever lasted twice Ginny. He supposed it was because he was so much more attractive, even the male population at Hogwarts would attest to that.

Draco screamed as yet another load was blasted into his ass. He was never allowed any pleasure, Dobby made sure of that. Then Dobby left Draco. Draco thought maybe he was being saved the next night when he heard a sound but screamed out when he saw who it was. Who would of ever thought a House elf wearing twelve hats would be that scary. Dobby picked up where he left off the night before and this process continued for some months. No one had any idea where Draco was so everyone assumed he left to go be a death eater with daddy.

On the day before the end of Year feast Dobby entered but without the customary food paste and nutrition potion but with a small, rusty melon baller. He wasted no time in removing Draco's left eye and cleaning it out before inserting his penis into Draco's eye socket and pumping away diligently. Draco screamed louder than ever as Dobby's penis found his brain. After about five minutes of Dobby being careful he just let loose and speared his dick in to Draco'a brain over and over again before blowing his stack all over Draco's brain with rainbow hued jizm leaking out his eye socket. The next night at dinner when everyone was in the hall Draco's body appeared above the Gryffindor table. Before pandemonium could erupt a tombstone fell from above landed squarely on Ginny's head, crushing the skull. It read R.I.P. Draconus J. Malfoy, DEATH BY HOUSE ELF SEED TO THE BRAIN, AND A SEVERE CASE OF AIDS FROM FUCKING THE WONDERSLUT.

 

Oops forgot to line break. Guess I could edit it. If it's a problem tell me and I will.

 

All better now.

 

That was a little.... disturbing, but at least you killed Ginny too, always a plus.

 

-o-O-o-​

Light from the lone torch in the room flickered ominously against the far wall. Shivering from the cold, a figure in a dark corner sat, rocking back and forth, hands clasped around knees. Upon closer inspection, the figure was a man, but he was dressed in rags and had trails of dried blood streaking across his emaciated face. A soft clicking noise was heard outside of the door, and the man in the corner froze. As the noise grew louder, the man began to whimper. It began as just a light keening, but soon swelled to a low, tortured moan that reverberated throughout the prison.

Suddenly, the clicking noise stopped, and with it halted the moaning. The figure in the corner lay prone on the floor, looking as if he was trying to sink through the frigid, stony ground. Through the shadows, he was able to glimpse a slight turning of the handle on the door, which made him lay all the flatter. Creaking, the door inched open, a beam of light illuminating its path, spreading wider and wider as the gap furthered. A shadow, though, shaped like the head of a man, obstructed the beam as it widened.

With a click of his fingers, the man in the doorway conjured a glowing ball of light; a blazing beacon of hope in the darkness for the prone figure in the corner. It illuminated the icy green eyes and tousled black hair that were an immediate identifier as to the identity of the figure, who was also dressed in intricate dress robes, suited for those at a dinner party, or at an important social function. However, the sphere was extinguished without delay.

The man in the doorway cleared his throat, whispering, "Your mother was present, Draco. She looked absolutely ravishing tonight, dressed in all white, oddly enough. It would seem that black would be appropriate for a woman of her position--losing her only son only weeks after losing her doting husband--but, if her bedtime chats are correct, she never really cared for you."

Nary a response was heard from Draco, the huddled man in the shadows, but that never deterred Harry Potter, who merely smirked. "Why, not even Greengrass, your stunning fiancé, looked to be in mourning. She did make me aware, quite aggressively I might add, that she was missing the presence of a man in her life. So wild was she, that I'm still a little sore to the touch. I'm so sorry that it had to come to this Draco, but I'm afraid that I can't keep you locked away forever."

For the first time, the blonde-haired figure in the corner reacted to Potter's words, stiffening slightly at the conclusion that he drew from the final sentence. A cracking noise shattered the silence, and a brilliant red-orange whip slapped down on Draco's back, slashing through his skin and sending blood flying through the air.

A moan escaped his clenched teeth, but nothing else. Harry merely shrugged, and swung his weapon again, eyes dancing with merriment. Once more, the whip cracked down upon Draco's back, spraying the wall red. Again, again and again the whip came down, seducing screams and yells from the prisoner, and drawing laughs and shouts from the torturer, who brought his tool down upon flesh time after time. Finally, when Draco's back was raw, and the adjacent wall was covered with blood, Harry halted, panting a bit from the exertion.

Silently, the whip retracted into nothingness, slithering back into Harry's wand, taking the reddish sheen that it created with it. Once again, the room was plunged into darkness save for the single flickering torch in the corner. A slight whisper floated across the air, words of power summoning magics and forcing them to perform their will. An amorphous mass of silver appeared in front of Harry, who squinted his eyes, studying it closely. A flick here, a jab there, and a sweeping motion at the end, and Harry Potter was sated.

The formerly shapeless specter was transformed into a pair of knives, intricately constructed and flawlessly conjured. Stowing his wand in the numerous folds of his robes, Harry Potter grasped his two utensils of pain, and stepped towards Malfoy, who lay, gasping for air, on the floor. Lovingly, Harry stroked his knives, with an almost tender look on his face. It was without warning, then, that he struck out with his right hand, slicing a chunk of his rival's cheek off in one deft swing.

Screams punctured the silence, who fled once again in search of a better place to rest. Without mercy, Harry struck again, gouging Draco through the eyeball with the point of his knife. Jerking the knife back towards him, Harry managed to tear the milky orb from its socket, severing all ties of it to the body in formerly inhabited. Laughing, Harry sliced and diced his way through Draco's face, carving an elaborate pattern across his aristocratic features.

Ribbons of flesh dangled from the pale face of the former Lord Malfoy, who, exhausted from the screaming, lay on the ground, striving not to breath so as not to irritate his bleeding throat. Harry gazed upon this sight, amused, and banished his weapons, instead redrawing his wand. A wild expression in his eye, Harry slashed his wand, and with a crack, a substantial gash sliced its way down Draco's stomach. Hoarse, Draco's screams didn't quite have the same effect on Harry that they previously had, which made him frown slightly. Another slash, another crack, another gash, and another dissatisfying scream.

Again, again and again Harry slashed his wand, slicing Draco's innards to the point of which that the only organs remaining in his body were his heart, brain and left lung. Blood was seeping out of the stomach cavity, flooding the floor with its vibrant red hue and creating its metallic stench, pervading throughout the room. Wrinkling his nose at the smell, Harry looked down at Draco, who lay, broken and defeated, and his face contorted into a hateful look. He brought his boot up, careful to remain over Draco's head, and paused slightly at the top, gazing into his rival's one eye. What he saw terribly surprised him.

Instead of the loathing and disgust he expected to be present in Draco's eyes, he perceived glimpses of hope, glimpsed shards of retribution, and even spotted a flicker of admiration. In a moment, though, that was crushed, as Harry brought down all of his body weight upon the head, shattering the skull and splattering brain matter around the floor. A rapid clicking noise was heard, closing in on his room, and, for the first time, an expression other than jubilance or fury flashed across his face.

With an elaborate wave of his wand, the blood, brain matter and carcass were vanished, the oppressive smell was alleviated and the door was flung open. As he strode outwards, a dark-haired goddess rounded the corner, her ornate dress bunched up around her thighs. At the sight of him, she slowed to a halt, breathing heavily and leant against the wall. Harry glided over to her, a bewildered look on his face.

"I...I...I h-heard a screaming...a-a-and I came to see wh-wh-what was the matter."

Harry sighed. "Oh, it was just a rodent. Now, you fell asleep on me, Missy. Am I going to have to punish you?"

The gorgeous brunette giggled through her heavy breathing. "Well, Cissy fell asleep way before I did, so I think that we should punish her, together!"

-o-O-o-​

Meh.

Feedback? For either this one or the previous one?

 

Lol, loved the first one, dies as a Ginny Pig (purposeful spelling)
And I would like feedback for mine too, be as brutal as you want, just like to know what people thought.

 

It was sick. Never imagined Dobby in that sort of behavior. But if that was what you were aiming for...sick and disturbing, then congrats.

 

Lol, maybe I should of put it in the anti cliche thread. I was going for different and may have gotten just a tiny bit enthusiastic.

 

Oooo, this will be fun. I'll have to think about this before I write my entry...

 

Eww Christ! I have to admit I don't think Draco deserves to die horribly!
He is just a product of another's evil intentions.
We should all pity him and back away slowly in the direction of the nearest pub..