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  1. Greetings everyone! I've been on and off this site for the last couple years, mainly just for story writing purposes. I've had new ideas and passions coming and going, not to mention some serious writers block, moving states, and having my old laptop die on me. I've settled, bought a new one, and have been writing for NanoWimo this month. The story I was working on just didn't have the flow I wanted to and to see if I could jog anything, I went reading through some of my older work. Master and Servant was one of the longest stories I'd ever written and I about punched myself when I realized how long I'd left it, and the way I'd left it unfinished. I've been thinking it over for a few days, and I realized that I really want to give it a proper ending. There are things I would change and do differently, so I decided the only fair thing to do was to give it another try and re-write it. Let me know what you guys think, I want to hear feedback and ideas to help grow and change as a writer...especially one who indulges a pissing fetish ? Hope you guys enjoy! The first chapter is a long one, reader beware! Ch. 1: Let the Games Begin Hermione Granger could pinpoint the exact date and time when her little habit had formed. She was eleven years old, the second Tuesday of November that year. On Halloween she’d been trapped in the girl’s loo and nearly had her head taken off by a troll. Since then, she found that every time she tried to use one of the girl’s toilets, her heart began to pound in her chest and her bladder quiver in her belly. She would rather, and many times nearly did, release its contents right outside the door than go inside. The fear she had was terrible, making her feel cold, clammy, and sick every time she so much as thought as going to the ladies’ room. It led to hours of agony, holding her water in her belly until it ached, only letting her pee flow when she was safe inside her dorm at Gryffindor Tower. Many times, she’d barely made it there, but letting all she held inside always felt so, so good. She would sit there on the porcelain throne, or stand in front with her legs spread wide the times she was a little too late, and her urine would spray from her like a waterfall. The agony would end, replaced with a euphoria so great she would moan and tremble. Oddly enough, she preferred it the times where her need was just a little too desperate. When her belly would throb, and her pee would spurt into her panties before she was even in her dorm, sending tendrils of urine down her thighs as she hurried up the stairs to her place of salvation. The times where she had her hands between her legs, skirt soaking up the constant bursts of wet heat from between her legs as she opened the bathroom door. What choice did she have but to let go right there in front of the toilet? She would moan as her pee soaked her panties, her skirt, her socks and shoes…the puddle would be so massive that the only thing that saved her from utter humiliation was her ability to perform advanced cleaning spells. As the days since the troll attack wore on, the number of accidents she had in front of the toilet grew. She liked it more, she admitted secretly to herself, to feel the pee burst uncontrollably down her legs. Once, she’d held it far too long and had an absolutely glorious pee right in the corridor on the second floor near the library. Another time, when the toilet had been occupied and she was already bursting, she crawled into bed and pissed the blankets until the were sopping. She laid there, panting in the wetness, realizing how badly she liked it. It gave her such pleasure to pee herself, made her girlhood tingle in ways she never had felt before. And, being a witch of inquisitive mind, she endeavored to explore these new pleasures. She let her experiments move from the privacy of the bathroom, or her bed, and out into the castle. Over the years, she learned her limits and pushed them, holding for hours until she burst. She learned places in the castle, or on the grounds, where she could pee unseen. That was always her favorite, to pee in the open. The fantasy that someone could happen upon her, even though she took precautions against it, gave her more pleasure than when she first discovered she liked to wet her knickers. She learned, as all teenage girls do, the best ways to give her body the pleasure it craved. She noticed that craving enhance greatly as her bladder filled, and it opened up new avenues for wetting and for pleasure. However, the last thing she ever expected was to be discovered. ***** Draco Malfoy had never paid Hermione Granger much mind. She was Mudblood, of little consequence. But, one day after Halloween their first year, he noticed something peculiar about the girl. They were in History of Magic, where minds tended to wander, and students fell asleep. His father would never allow the latter, but a wandering mind was something he just could not help in such a dull subject. He was thinking on its dullness when movement caught his eye. Granger was two rows up, at the corner desk, and she couldn’t sit still. It always gave Draco a secret, naughty, thrill of pleasure to see his classmates squirm the way Hermione Granger was squirming. He knew immediately what it was for and why, and always secretly wished to see a golden puddle form under their chairs. The girl had his full attention for the rest of the lesson. The way she tapped her feet, wiggled her hips, and crossed her legs. It was a perfect potty dance going unnoticed by anyone but him. She clearly had to go quite badly, he realized with a thrill, as by the end of the lesson she was holding herself and rocking in her seat. Why she didn’t just raise her hand to be excused was beyond him. Binns never cared if students asked. In fact, students often asked to use the toilet and just never came back. But then, Draco realized that he’d never seen her ask to use the toilet. She was such a little know-it-all that she’d never waste precious class time with something as inane as emptying her bladder. At least, that was what he assumed. Class ended with her dry, much to Draco’s displeasure and he left with his friends to his next class, one he shared with the Ravenclaws. He supposed Hermione would rush to the toilet, barely making it in time to pull her knickers down even though it was just across the hall. Maybe they would even be a little wet by the time she did. He found his thoughts drifting back to her potty dance throughout the day, feeling a nagging itch he didn’t quite know how to answer. He never imagined that by dinner, the squirming girl would catch his attention again. He almost missed his mouth with his fork when he spotted her across the Great Hall. She was pale, a thin sheen of sweat covering her forehead, her whole body tight and trembling. There was no way she was still holding it all in, there couldn’t be. It had been hours since History of Magic, and she’d been about to burst. And yet, there she was, shaking with obvious need. How her friends or anyone else in the room wasn’t noticing was beyond him. He had to get a closer look, and tormenting Potter and Weasley would provide the perfect opportunity. He glanced at the Teacher’s Table, grinning to see them occupied in some discussion, and got up from his dinner to saunter over to the Gryffindor Table. “Well, well, well,” he drawled “Potter. Congratulations on defeating a Mountain Troll. I have to wonder, what were you doing in a Girls’ Loo to fight it? Already turning into a peeper, are you?” Harry and Ron both went red with embarrassment and anger, immediately firing off their mouths with blundering threats of physical abuse. He cared little for their tirade, he was watching Hermione out of the corner of his eye. And oh, what a treat. She was absolutely busting, legs tightly crossed and holding herself discretely under her skirt, her robe hiding the action. He could see it though, because he was looking for it. She was rocking back and forth, subtly and watching the argument with increasing worry. Was she worried, he wondered, that her friends would be in trouble or was it that she was about to pee her panties right there at the table? He smirked, and drawled more careless insults, lengthening her agony. Her fidgeting increased, rocking fast and uncrossing and re-crossing her legs. She bent forward a little, and he noticed how much paler she’d gotten. He’d have gone on at length, insulting Harry’s dead mother and Ron’s fat one, except that Professor McGonagall had started in their direction. He wrapped it up and continued off, disappointed that he hadn’t gotten to see Hermione lose it. He left the Great Hall, intending on heading to the library so he could finish up a little homework without Crabbe and Goyle pestering him. He didn’t see Hermione leave just behind him, but he did hear a horrified gasp in the corridor as headed toward the staircase. Being tucked behind a stone wall, he peeked back behind him to see its cause. It was Christmas! Hermione Granger was standing in the middle of the empty corridor, hands between her legs and frozen stiff. His stomach did excited backflips as he watched her tremble. “Oh no…! Oh no oh no…” she whimpered, dancing back and forth on the red carpet. Her thighs pressed together, hands clenching tight between her legs. Draco felt his face flush, cold shivers trembling through him as he watched. She was going to do it. She was actually going to have an accident. “Ah…ah..!” Hermione gasped, looking down in horror as her legs snapped apart, putting an end to her dance. Pssssssssssssstt….! Her water thundered in the corridor, spraying so hard into the carpet that it bounced back and splashed onto her shoes. “Aaaahhh….” Hermione sighed as she flooded the hall, her skirt and the carpet darkening as her thick golden stream only continued to flow. How could one person, one little girl, possibly hold so much liquid inside her? Either way, Draco loved the look on her face. She liked it, she really liked it. It felt good to let all that pee out…It must have been over two minutes that she emptied herself when the torrent turned into a little trickle and then stopped. Hermione trembled on weak knees, pulling her wand out to clean her lake and her skirt. She sighed, looking all around before heading forward toward the stairs. That was strange to him. What normal girl holds her bladder all day long until she’s bursting, has the biggest accident in the universe in the middle of the hall, and just shrugs it off? He had assumed she would have at least started to cry. Either way, Hermione Granger had marked herself as interesting, and he decided to pay her some special attention. He wasn’t left disappointed over the next week. He watched her closely, and she never once went to the toilets during the day. She would drink at all her meals and spend the day fidgeting and holding until she was bursting. He never saw her wet again that week, but he had put together at the very least the only place she peed was in the Gryffindor Tower. She would always go there directly when she found her limit. It became an obsession to him, over the years, watching her most secret moments. He followed her around the castle and the grounds, whenever she ducked into her hidden places. From abandoned halls and classes, quiet courtyards on the grounds, she would always piss the ocean that had been held up inside her. She never, ever went to the toilet. It led to two conclusions, the first being that Hermione Granger did this on purpose. She liked to wet herself, and around thirteen the fact she’d started to pleasure herself after or during her wets made that conclusion obvious. The second was that Draco himself took no higher pleasure than watching her displays. How perverse on both accounts, he mused as he filled a Pocket Pensive he’d purchased over the summer before 4th year with his memories of her pleasured wettings. With the thrill of the World Cup passing, it was the thought of the coming year that made him giddy. Hermione had wet herself running from the Death Eaters, he was almost certain. When Harry and his friends had rushed into the clearing he’d been waiting in. He’d sassed them, watching how Hermione danced in the background, then doubled over. They never noticed how pee sprayed down against the ground, they were too angry at him or horrified at the treatment of muggles. But he’d seen. And better, Hermione’s eyes had locked with his when it happened. She knew he’d seen. He had something on her, and he knew what he wanted to do with it. All he needed was to catch her one more time, and he knew just how to do it. **** Admittedly, Hermione was worried Draco would have laughed at her right there in the clearing, pointing out her accident to her friends. The fact he hadn’t made her increasingly worried. There was no way he hadn’t noticed. He’d stared right at her as she soaked her jeans. It hadn’t been her intention to wet like that, but the Death Eaters had attacked right before she could slip into the woods and soak herself in private. It wasn’t her fault, or Draco’s really, that he’d seen her. Still, going into the next year with knowing he’d seen her and nothing to resolve it made her uneasy. But what was she to do? It’s not like she could confront him and ask him not to tell anyone she’d wet her pants. She saw him at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters boarding the train with his friends. Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zambini, and Theodore Nott were all in a group and chatting. They all leered at Harry as they walked by, but none looked at her. None except Draco. Heat tinted her cheeks and she looked away. He definitely had seen, but he hadn’t shared it with his friends. Why? Something so embarrassing would be fuel for the other Slytherins, and even the fussier Ravenclaws who hated her for her high grades. He had no issue tormenting Harry all last year for only fainting when Dementors came near. The whole of Slytherin house at the very least should have been laughing at her by now. They found their compartments on the train and Hermione felt a surge of need pulse in her bladder. Oh no she thought, already sitting next to the window as the train gave a loud horn blow, signaling its departure. She’d planned to empty her bladder before they got on the train, there were so many little hide aways in Kings Cross to do it. But she’d been caught up in conversation and then caught up in her anxieties when she saw Malfoy. There’d been no time for her to sneak back off the train and hide behind the information booth for the Hogwarts Express. She could have let loose there and got back on the train with no one the wiser… Her bladder throbbed again and she shifted in her seat. She couldn’t outright hold herself and dance like she needed to as her full bladder continued to give her signals. She, Harry, and Ron were all talking seriously about the Dark Mark and the show of Death Eaters at the World Cup. Harry admitted he’d been having nightmares and pains in his scar. This was no time for her bladder to be begging for relief. She suggested Harry write to Sirius, if only to ease his worries and give him something to do while she trembled with need. It was so bad…she had to go so bad. As Harry pulled out pen and parchment, a sudden burst of heat warmed her panties. Hermione bit her lower lip, pressing her thighs together, but with everyone in the room it was all she could do to hold the flood back. It wasn’t quite enough. Another burst of pee bloomed in her knickers again, then another, and another, and another. Her thighs were wet and she felt the seat cushion she was sitting on grow wet. Thankfully, she’d had the sense to pull her skirt out from under her when she felt her needs grow urgent. It was soaking her liquid well, but it wouldn’t hold it all. If she fully lost control, everything would run down the front of the bench and puddle on the floor. Ron and Harry would see, they’d know…She bit the inside of her cheek as another trickle of pee soaked into the seat. She had to get up and find somewhere on the train, and now. “I’ll be right back” Hermione said, not giving a reason but her company didn’t much mind. She set her newspaper on her seat, hiding the stain there, and headed out of the compartment. She dared to give herself a little squeeze once she was alone. The only place that came to mind was the baggage car, they were closer than the toilets were. She hurried down to the end of the train, paling as she felt more spurts of pee warm her wet panties, trickles running down her legs. She hoped she was moving too fast through the students going from compartment to compartment, visiting this friend and that, for anyone else to notice. By the time she had shut herself in the baggage car, she was leaking constantly. “Oh my God, oh my God…!” she squealed, her hand buried in her skirt, wetness soaking through it and wetting her hand. “My, my, my,” Drawled an all too familiar voice. Shock and panic made her moans of need die in her throat. She even stopped wetting for a moment. Draco Malfoy was sitting on top of the first group of trunks, grinning from ear to ear. “M-Malfoy, what are you…?! Ah..Oh..!” she questioned, legs quivering as her bladder throbbed, another stream dribbling out. She crossed her legs, both hands clenching into her girlhood to stop the flow. “Looks like someone really needs a wee,” Draco smirked, “why don’t you just do what you did at the World Cup? You needed a wee then, too.” “N-no I can’t…What’re you doing in here, I…Aah..haaa….oh Merlin…” Hermione was doing her best to avoid the inevitable, but another burst a pee soaked down her legs, sprinkling onto the metal floor below her. Draco’s grin got even wider. “Looks like you can, and you’re already doing it,” he smirked, “Why don’t you let it all out, hm? It’ll feel so good…Doesn’t it always just feel so good, Granger?” How did he know? Why did he know? What was going on? She could hardly string two thoughts together while her bladder burned in her belly and her heart pounded with anxiety in her chest. She couldn’t pee in front of Draco Malfoy! She just couldn’t! But…oh she couldn’t help it anymore. Her bladder was so past its limit, and every little dribble felt so good like he said… “Aah…ahh..! I can’t…I can’t hold it!” she cried out, gasping with shock and shame as a strong torrent of pee burst into her skirt, splashing loudly onto the metal. “Oh no!” she cried again when another burst through her fingers, then another. She was peeing right there, in front of Malfoy and pleasure was still coiling in her belly. He smirked wider and she completely lost it with a cry, a wave of pleasure crashing through her as a full gush of pee released. It was hot and fast and her muscles felt like jelly, unable to clench against the flood. Psssshhhh…! The sound echoed loudly as her pee splashed against the metal, puddling around her. “Aah…haa….ahhhhhh…” she gasped, gulping air as she sighed with relief. She closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to watch the grin Draco eyed her with. Her release felt too good to worry with him for the moment. Minutes past and she still released her water until only a trickle remained. For long moments more, the only sound between them was a soft dripping from her soaked panties and skirt into the massive puddle she made. Draco adjusted his pants and jumped down off the trunks, giddy as he splashed into the puddle below. The sound made Hermione jump. She looked at him with wide, almost frightened eyes. “Looks like that felt real good, Granger,” he smirked, “you like wetting your knickers, don’t you?” “I…” she started, the haze of relief fading from her eyes, replaced with a narrowed look, gulping a touch, “Look…I didn’t mean…I really had to go…The toilets had a line, and…” “Oh spare me,” Draco scoffed, cutting her off “you’ve been holding it till you burst since first year. You never piss in the loo like a normal person. You find places you think you’re alone and flood the place.” Hermione’s jaw nearly joined her puddle on the floor. “How do you..? How could you possibly…!?” “You were never alone as you thought you were,” he smirked “I’ve been watching the whole time.” “You…you sick pervert!” she snapped, snarling as her hand went to her wand. “Now, now,” he said, pulling his own faster, “there’s no need for that. I’m not going to tell anyone.” “Why?” she demanded, wand still in hand. “I want to play a little game,” he said “and I think you’d like to play too.” “And why’s that?” she growled. “Because you like to pee yourself, and I like to watch,” he grinned “I’m not going to let you watch me pee!” she snapped “I’ve been watching,” he said “and if you won’t play along, I’ll let everyone know.” “You fucking—” “Oh, such language from Little Miss Perfect,” he laughed “Shut up!” she snapped, sparks flying out of her wand. Draco flicked his own, his disarming spell finding its mark since she was so enraged. “Listen here,” he said “I have a whole Pensive of memories of you pissing your panties and diddling off in the wet. If you don’t agree, everyone will see it and think you’re the sick pervert. Do you understand?” “Blackmailing little shit,” she growled, hands balling at her sides. He just chuckled, not caring at all. “So,” he continued, “I want to play a little game…lets call it Master and Servant.” “If you think for one minute I’m going to serve you like some maid, you’ve got another thing coming!” she snapped “Oh please, I have house elves for that,” he said, noting her enraged expression with pleasure, “No, no…but I’m going to be the master of your bladder. I want you to come and get me if you need a wee, and you’ll only get to go if I say so. If not, or if you have an accident, you’re in for a punishment. How’s that sound?” “That sounds terrible! You sick pervert, I’ll never agree to this!” “Well, obviously I’d want you to agree,” he mused “but if you don’t I have the blackmail. Either way I get what I want. But before you get too angry, think it over. You like pissing yourself. You love it, I’d dare to say. And I like to watch you do it. How many guys do you think are gonna be into that? Most people would think that’s perfectly disgusting.” Hermione scowled, crossing her arms. She hated that he had a point. And she had, very secretly, wished someone would watch her. Take pleasure in her pleasure, watching her pee. Maybe even let her sit on a lap as her bladder burst…She swallowed the sour taste in her mouth. “So,” she said tersely “you’re saying that if I do as you ask, you won’t tell anyone I wet myself?” “No indeed,” he smiled, “I’d rather let this play out for as long as I’m interested.” “And when you’re bored?” she asked “Well, if you play along nicely, I may not tell everyone you’re filthy girl that likes to piss her knickers,” he smiled wickedly. Hermione huffed, considering her options. She didn’t have many. She was a wet mess, caught in her own puddle by none other than one of the nastiest brats Hogwarts held within its castle walls. And yet…she found his offer strangely appealing. “You swear you won’t say anything if I play along?” she asked “Cross my heart and hope to die,” he grinned. Hermione’s scowl grew, her foot tapping impatiently in her puddle as she mulled it over. “I want some conditions,” she said, making Draco grin wider. “Like what?” “I don’t want to wet where others will see it,” she said, “you can see, but that’s it.” “Fine,” he agreed, “anything else?” “I’m not going to do anything…sexual as a punishment,” she said, heat tinting her cheeks. “Ugh,” Draco scoffed “no, you misunderstand. I still hate you. I still think you’re disgusting Mudblood. I’d never touch you or have any type of feelings. I just like watching you piss.” “Good,” Hermione said coolly, “that was going to be my third condition.” Draco had to laugh at her gumption, hands going into his pockets. She really was something, standing there in a puddle with pissed panties and a wet skirt, so defiant. It was part of the reason she was so very interesting. “So, you agree?” he asked triumphantly. “I agree,” she said with an irritated huff, “but you better not go back on your word or I’ll hex you so hard you’ll have to eat through a straw for the rest of your life!” He laughed again, such a fierce little thing! He liked this situation very much. “Now, now, that’s no way to talk to your Master…” “If you think I’m gonna call you that—” “I do, and you will, or Draco, or else you’re gonna get punished.” She scowled. “Fine, Draco…” she growled, “if you’re through, I’m going back to my compartment.” “Dripping wet?” he smirked, making her blush. Before she could retrieve her wand from where his spell had flung it, he cast his own cleaning charms. Her panties warmed and dried between her legs, her socks and skirt as well. The puddle followed next and it was like it never happened. “There, now you can’t say I’m not a nice master, can you?” he teased, moving to grab her wand for her. She snatched from his hand and turned heel, her bushy hair smacking him in the face. “One more thing” he said before she opened the door, “make sure you order a fizzy pumpkin juice from the trolley, and drink at least four goblets at dinner. Don’t pee before you go to bed, and meet me on the fourth floor, the unused classroom near the Charms classroom. You know the one, you piss in there when you’ve overheld it.” “Fine!” she snapped, reddening when he mentioned a favorite wetting spot of hers. The knowledge unnerved her, adding fact to the story he told. She stormed out of the baggage car, fuming with anger. Draco was left chuckling at his own brilliant idea and took a long moment to reward himself with a little pleasure, fueling it with her most recent release.
  2. Hermione lay in her bed and she desperately needed to pee but she was sleeping and in her mind she needed her to stop thinking of peeing because she would have an accident. But it failed her mind did go back to thinking of peeing, her dream was when she was in her first year she probably had the most humiliating thing happen to her and it was that she pees herself while getting sorted into Gryffindor by the sorting hat. She woke up and her bed was soaked she got out of the bed and used her spell to hide the fact that she wet the bed and went to the bathroom to clean herself. Her pjs pants was wet she had a large dot in the middle and it was her first time peeing in her pjs at Hogwarts, it wasn’t really but she would not count year 2’s bed wetting because of reasons. She used her spell again to get her stain to disappear from her pants and luckily she wore no panties under that. She used wingardium leviosa to bring her red panties and Gryffindor robes to her. She got out of the toilets to find Ginny awake with no pjs even on her luckily the other girls were sleeping because Hermione didn’t think the girls wanted to see Ginny completely naked. She whispered to her that she wet the bed and Ginny said so too and they went to find Harry and Ron they were awake with all the other Gryffindor boys and walked to the Great Hall. When arriving she and the others choose where to set and Hermione was next to Ginny. She drank a large orange juice and that already made her desperate for a wee but tried not to let go and she couldn’t just let it go under the table. Dumbledore spoke about the welcoming of year 3, new year 1’s and teachers. He talked about dementors or something like that because all Hermione was trying to do was to hold her pee in and watched all the new year 1’s getting sorted in their houses and she remembered her embarrassing accident she had then. Hagrid was a teacher now and she looked forward for that to happen. She had Divination first and then Hagrid so she hopped that she could hold it all the way and go after Divination. Professor Trelawney was talking about this cups that can see things, she never like Divination at all as Trelawney sounded boring and not enjoyable like other subjects. She put her hand up to signal Professor meaning for her lavatory needs. Professor saw Hermione and said “yes.” Hermione said “Professor can I please go to the toilet?” And Professor said “No, you may not go!” Hermione look so awestruck as it was the first female teacher to ever say no to a 14 year old girl who desperately needs to pee and within a few minutes she couldn’t hold it any longer. All the students must now work in pairs to do the work, Hermione is with Harry and Ron. Hermione keeps sticking her hand under the desk to grab her croch and then it exploded she started peeing herself her violent stream started as it kept going and then when it finished Hermione started crying. Harry and Ron did not like Professor Trelawney because of what had happened to their friend. Now it was time for Hagrid even know she was still recovering from before. To be continued...
  3. HarryPotterFun

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    This is technically my third story on here but i had to delete the other two as i had lost my train of thought on them ? I would appreciated it if you follow me, the story and comment on the story every now and then to give me some positive criticism on the chapter. it would be much appreciated. ? The first 10 chapters will be of Harry and may include flashbacks of the abuse he suffered at the hands of the Dursleys. It wont feature any omorashi until at least chapter 7. please be patient with me. Chapter 1 The rescue Harry was sitting in his cupboard under the stairs we he had slept for the last nine months, ever since his parents had disappeared in a flash of green light, and he had come to live here with his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and his cousin Dudley. They only let him sleep and do his punishments in this cupboard. He wasn't allowed to play with any toys, he had no toys. His cousin Dudley, on the other hand, was spoiled and had all the toys a 2-year-old could ever want. Harry was forbidden to play with any of Dudley's toys. At nursery he was allowed as he was encouraged to by the nursery nurses. They had once commented to Aunt Petunia about him not playing with any toys even though he clearly wanted to. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had then decided that Harry could only play with toys at nursery so as they wouldn't raise any unwanted questions. There was a knock on the front door and Harry heard his Aunt Petunia go to answer it. He knew that Uncle Vernon was at work and Dudley was at nursery. As Harry had been in punishment he was forbidden to go. He was being punished for something that Dudley did that he had blamed on Harry. Harry had cried at the unfairness but that proved fruitless as he was punished even more for that. He had learned quickly not to cry too often as the punishments were severe if he made such a noise. Meanwhile out in the living room Petunia was sat on the sofa opposite two men, one of whom was her arch childhood nemesis, Severus Snape. The other was a man who had introduced himself as Harry's godfather, Sirius Black. 'You know why i am here i presume', said Severus with a sneer. He hated the woman in front of him. She had made his childhood before Hogwarts hell, not to mention how she had turned her back on her only sister. 'To take the boy', said Petunia, shrugging. 'Thats, right, it has come to our attention that you havent been treating him like your own. We have come to take him away,' said Severus smoothly. 'Good, he's a freak', said Petunia. She wanted rid of the boy, he was nothing but a burden to her and her family. She had only taken him in because of the extra money she would get and she didn't know what else to do with the boy. Sirius was shocked at the woman in front of them. How could she be so horrid to her own flesh and blood. He knew from Lily how her sister hated her but he didn't think it would pass on to her son like it obviously has done. 'Then go and get him', said Severus with a look to Sirius who sat in disbelief at how Petunia was so hateful of her only sister. Petunia went to the cupboard under the stair. Both of the men where shocked to say the least that they had kept Harry in a cupboard underneath the stairs for nine months when they had four bedrooms upstairs. The sooner they got Harry out of this house the better it would be for the boy. When Harry walked into the living room he instantly recognized Sirius as soon as he saw him. 'Padfoo?' said Harry questionably. He was unsure whether it was him as he had longer hair then he remembered and he was thinner. 'Yes, it's me', said Sirius in a hoarse voice. He was shocked his godson could remember him after nine months of not seeing him. Harry ran up to Sirius who caught him instantly. 'Sevvy?' asked Harry after a moment or two having at last remembered the other man. Severus nodded. He too was shocked that the little boy could remember him. He had only seen the boy a few time, the last time was the day before Lily was killed. 'Lets get going shall we?' Sirius asked. 'You take Harry to the car. I'll meet you there. I have to have a few words with Petunia,' said Severus. Sirius nodded knowing it wasn't something that could be overheard by the little boy. Once Sirius had left the house and Severus had heard the car doors close he turned back to Petunia. 'Now, Petunia, I want the truth from you starting now. You are to answer all my questions truthfully. One; is Harry toilet trained?' 'No', said Petunia. 'But I put pants on him anyway, as Dudley currently in training'. Severus nodded before continuing. 'Two; how long has Harry been sleeping in the cupboard?' 'Ever since I found him on the doorstep, nine months ago', said Petunia. Severus sighed. 'Three; did you or your husband hit Harry?' 'Yes we both did. He deserved every hit with the belt', said Petunia. Severus was seething, how could they do that to an innocent little boy. 'Right, we'll be off. I expect you will be hearing from us again soon enough', said Severus. Petunia shrugged. Severus went out of the house and into the car where Sirius was waiting in the passenger seat with Harry in the back, in a car seat that he had thought to get before they even went to this house. Severus got into the drivers seat. 'What did you find out?' asked Sirius as Severus began to drive out of the street. 'Harry isn't potty trained at all even though he is in pants, he has been beaten badly, neglected by the looks of it and thats not the worst of it. They let him sleep in that cupboard ever since he as brought here', Severus told him. Sirius swore silently in case Harry heard him. 'Exactly', said Severus. 'We will have to got to the store and get the necessities', Sirius nodded. Half an hour later found them parked at the local supermarket they got out of the car. Sirius picking Harry out of the back and placing him on the ground holding his hand. Severus ran to get a trolley. Sirius sat Harry in the trolley while Severus pushed it. 'What shall we get first?' asked Sirius. 'You can run with Harry to the baby aisle to get nappies, wipes, powder, shampoo, nappy rash cream, nappy bags, sippy cups. I'll come and meet you in about ten minutes after I have got some food shopping', Severus said Sirius nodded picking Harry up and going to get a small trolley so it would be easier for him. After placing Harry in the seat he went down the baby aisle. He got size 5 nappies, wipes, powder, rash cream, nappy bags, sippy cups which he got some with different characters and some that was plain but different colours, shampoo, sponges, wash cloths and by the time he had finished, Severus had come to meet them. 'Got everything?' asked Severus. Sirius nodded. 'We'll go get some clothes for him, now. I've already got all the food shopping, paid and put it in the car. You pay for that, get Harry into a nappy and join me in the clothing aisle with Harry when your done. I'll put it in the car once we have done', Severus said. He knew Harry wasnt in a nappy and he knew he would go sooner rather than later. Sirius went to pay for the stuff and told the cashier he'll just wants a nappy from one of the packs, She scanned them all as he had got three packs. She took one out of a pack before packing the rest in a bag. Once everything had gone through and was bagged up, Sirius took Harry into a changing room. 'Shall we put you in a nappy now', Sirius said. Harry nodded. He didnt know when he could go anyway until he had wet or messed himself. Sirius got him undressed from the waist, and he saw the welt marks on the back of his legs. He didn't comment but he would definitely have a talk with Severus later. Sirius quickly put a nappy on him and he then went to join back with Severus. 'What size is he currently wearing?' asked Severus. '5-6 years', said Sirius. 'that would be his cousins size then, he'll be a 2-3 by the look at him', said Severus. 'We could do the size spell', said Sirius. Severus looked around. He nodded and Sirius did the spell. 'He's a 1-2 year', said Sirius. 'That is small, we'll get a few sets in that size but the rest will be 2-3 years', Severus told him. Sirius nodded. They started on the underwear. Severus decided to get a few for later on knowing they would one day toilet train him. Sirius picked out a dozen packs of socks, some with different characters, shapes, colours and animals. Severus did the same, they also got some vests. They then went to the tops, shirts and jumpers where they got loads of each item with different characters, shapes, colours, and animals. They went to the trousers and got several pairs of jogging pants, trousers, jeans and shorts. Sirius went to the shoes and got some black shoes, trainers, slippers, sandals, and wellies. They then went to pay. Sirius took Harry to the car as he had fallen asleep and Severus had said it was alright as Severus had help from the cashier. Once they were all in the car and driving off Severus had a though of a pushchair for Harry and told Sirius to keep in the car with Harry who was still asleep and Severus went into an Argos store to get a folding pushchair that could be laid down. Once he had paced it into the car they were off again. An hour and a half later, they had arrived at Sirius cottage. Severus had his own house but it wasnt yet child friendly and he had some stuff to sort. Sirius made them all a quick tea, and after they bathed Harry and put him to bed. 'Harry had welts on his legs', Sirius said. 'I know, we'll be finding all sorts of things now about him. We'll send for Poppy Pomfrey first thing to see what damage has been done. Them people have a lot to answer for', said Severus. 'Sev, thanks for helping me the past couple of weeks', said Sirius. 'Black, its not a problem. I know we have our history and for Harry's sake we will get by that. It may take a while for me to forgive everything that happened between us in school but i will not show it in front of Harry', Severus told him. Sirius nodded in relief and after a while Severus went to the spare room to sleep knowing that Sirius will need a bit of help before Remus turns up. Sirius went to bed not long after and they all slept peacefully.
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  5. KarenGranger

    Dream

    Does anyone else have those crazy, but realistic dreams that you can sometimes remember half of and sometimes can remember everything? I always end up having these crazy dreams about sports, books, movies, or real life. Lots of them contain desperation and peeing, but for some reason almost one hundred percent of the time I always wake up before they actually pee their pants. One particular dream was: (I'm not actually in this dream.) From Harry Potter Harry and Ron are in an room on top of stairs behind a wall that descend down. They're talking about something (can't seem to remember what). Anyway, Draco is laying down at the end of the stairs with a gun (don't understand why it wasn't a wand, but who knows) pointed at Harry, squirming with the need to pee, but hesitating to shoot. Then Harry looks over and Draco caught and then figures out Draco has to pee and questions him about not shooting him. That's about where it starts to get tangled up and I can't remember the rest. Anyone else have odd dreams they want to share?
  6. DESPERATIONMAN

    female Hermoine's Desperation

    Hermoine got out of bed at 8:00am, slightly later than usual. She wore pink pyjamas, that complimented her large breasts. She got undressed, showing off her excellent figure. She slipped into a pair of white cotton panties, a black skirt, her white school shirt and black jumper. She noticed an urge to pee, but was already late so went downstairs for breakfast. Hermione forgot about this urge to pee as she spoke to her best friends Harry and Ron at breakfast, so didn't notice that she had consumed an unusually large amount of orange juice. She suddenly noticed a sharp urge to pee and excused herself from the table. "Gotta go guys. See you in Defence against the dark arts," Hermione said, casually walking back to her dorm. But her watch was slow, so she hadn't realised that the dorms had already closed and that it was time for lessons. "Maybe I can hold it till breaktime," Hermione murmered. She went to defence against the dark arts as usual, but Harry noticed she seemed unusually unfocused. "Hermione, are you okay?" Harry whispered. "Yeah, fine," Hermione whispered back, casually lying about her filling bladder. "Okay then," Harry replied, turning back round. "Granger, Potter, is there something you'd like to share with all of us?" Snape asked. Draco sat at the back, sniggering as usual, which was met by a stare from Ron. "No Professor, I was just asking the time," Harry lied. "Perhaps you'd like to come back at breaktime then?" asked Snape. "No thanks," said Harry. "It wasn't an offer, it was a punishment. You too Granger," he snarled. 'Dammit' Hermione thought, 'I won't be able to pee now,' Thinking about it made the urge increase, and she slipped her hand up her dress to gain momentary relief. It was a double lesson, so Hermione was in pain for most of it. Her bladder was getting very full, and she didn't want to soak her nice cotton panties in front of everyone. Finally the bell went, but Hermione forgot she had to see Snape afterwards. Snape spoke for 20 minutes of their 30 minute break, and Hermione was getting increasingly desperate, even grabbing her crotch while he was speaking to her. Finally she was allowed to leave, and she ran to the toilet. "Wait Hermione, aren't you getting anything to eat?" Harry asked. "No, I have to pee really bad," Hermione replied, not even hiding her desperation anymore. She ran to the toilets, only to find a line of desperate girls. She was close to tears at this point, when she felt a long spurt of pee fly out of her vagina, soaking part of her panties. She was at the front, when Ginny rushed in. "Hermione, please can I go first?" she begged. "I'm really desperate," Hermione exclaimed. "So am I, my panties are starting to soak," Ginny cried. "Fine," Hermione grumbled, pushing her hands into her crotch. She heard Ginny's pee hit the toilet bowl, and the sound of relief that she made. Hermione couldn't take it anymore, and the pee rapidly flowed out of her panties. She removed them, and peed all over the floor. Ginny walked out, only to see Hermione squatting on the floor peeing. She was upset and humiliated, but they both never spoke of this again.
  7. Harry got on the Hogwarts Express and tried to find a seat they did next a boy with ginger hair and just sat down lonely. The boy’s name was Ron went in and started talking talking. Then a lady come with a trolley full of lollies and Harry brought it as the two of them ate it. Just then a girl with long brown hair sat next to them, her name was Hermione Granger. She then pulled out a book and started reading it and then the lady with the trolley come back and Hermione brought a large bottle of water. She read her book and drank her water. Hermione finished her water and said to Harry and Ron that she is coming back, she walked to the female bathroom and it read that it is being cleaned up in 20 minuets. The trolley girl came by and said that an 11 year old girl went to the bathroom to do a big poo and her poo clogged the toilet so that’s why it’s like this and there is only one toilet in there. Hermione walked back to her seat and started reading her book, it was very hard because her bladder kept hurting while holding in her pee. Hermione kept squeezing her legs tight and Harry and Ron kept asking her what is wrong. She always replied with nothing because she didn’t want them to know that she needed to pee. She squirmed on her seat when she got a half full bladder, her newly friends kept worrying about her. Hermione kept reading as she felt her bladder hurting even more squeezed her legs more tighter, she had a full bladder and she felt the first squirt of pee coming out and dampening her white panties, as she squirmed in her seat. Making Her friends worried about her, she squeezed her legs tight again and again while reading her book when another squirt of pee coming from her pussy came out and making her panties wet. As she turned the page of her book and kept reading the whole page she heard a girl in front of them let out a smelly fart. Hermione finished her page, just then after she turned the next page she peed herself and felt it warmth running down her leg into her shoe and wetting her panties and skirt and pussy felt very warm. She stopped and said “I’m sorry just didn’t want you two to know that I had to pee.” Tears running down her eyes and Harry and Ron said “don’t worry we won’t tell anybody.” As Hermione hugged them and said “thank you!” 20 minuets later the train arrived at Hogsmeade station and her skirt was not fell wet anymore but felt very wet from the inside. They all follow Hagrid to Hogwarts Castle.
  8. Hello fan-fiction readers, this is my first topic started in this forum. My name is Charlie, and although I live in the US for most my life, I've always had this thing for the UK. I moved here just under 2 years ago. I've thought long and hard about why I should find the UK so alluring, and have decided one of the contributing factors must be Harry Potter. I grew up with the Harry Potter stories and their magical representation of victorian England. Anyhow, the fact is the Harry Potter franchise is still a guilty pleasure for me, as is the fantasy I wish to write about today. I am aware there have been stories involving Ginny and Hermione on here before, but this one is what I like to imagine happening. These words create a powerful image, but if you're not a member of the Harry Potter audience, you might like to see the attached pictures as a bit of a visual reference. It had been a hot summer's day at Hogwarts, the sun had shone brightly on the excited young wizards and witches as the end of term neared. There was a buzz about the corridors, and as a cool twilight fell the great hall filled for the evening's feast. But there was one student not present, and with the year's final exam the next day, it could only be Hermione who had snuck off into the Library. She'd been there for most of the afternoon, revising as if her life depended on it. It was dark and dingy up there, and she'd lost track of time. But feeling the hunger start to rise, she knew she would need to head down for something to eat. Reluctant to be leaving the books, she collected all her papers, slotted the books back on their shelves and begun the walk back to her dorm, where she could stow all her notes and freshen up for the meal. With most of the school in the Great Hall, the corridors and stair cases were silent. "Wattlebird" Hermione whispered standing at the entrance to Gryffindor Tower. Creaking, the painting of the fat lady swung to one side, revealing the common room. Hermione steps inside and started to head for the girls dormitory. But she was stopped dead in her tracks by the soft sounds of a girl sobbing. She looks around the large circular room, checking the portraits on the wall. But they were all silent. As she stepped forward, the back of a girls head came into sight. She was on the sofa in front of the fire, with her head in her hands and long pale red hair draping her face. "Ginny?" Hermione enquired, stepping forward to see if it was her."Ginny are you okay?" "I want to be alone." Came the response of a quivering voice, her words lost amongst the sobbing. Quietly, Hermione stepped around the sofa and knelt on the floor. She placed her papers down and with one hand took hold of Ginny's wrist. Her soft grip coaxed Ginny into timidly lifting her head. Her face was terribly read, her eyes swollen with tears. She briefly stopped sobbing, seemingly perplexed by Hermione's friendship. "I, I... I've had a terrible accident." She stuttered, and burst into tears again. Concerned, Hermione's attention was suddenly grasped by a dark patch on the front of Ginny's skirt. Her eyes widened as it dawned on her what had happened. Not giving away what she'd seen, Hermione lent forward to console Ginny. They hugged for a few minutes, as Ginny's tears ran down Hermione's back. "I just feel so stupid," Ginny continued to stutter, "It's the sort of thing kids do." "Tell me what happened." Hermione said, moving to sit next to Ginny on the sofa. "I, um. Well I fell asleep." She was finding it hard to form the words. "I fell asleep and I. Well I guess I didn't realise..." Realising she was finding it painful to talk about, Hermione interrupted Ginny, "It's okay," she said, "I understand." Delicately using the tips of her thumbs, Hermione carefully wiped away Ginny's tears. Her cheeks were soft, and she continued to stoke them affectionally. For a brief moment, the room was completely silent. Hermione looked into Ginny's shy wet eyes. She was trying to work out the best way to move forward. "Let's stand," Hermione broke the silence, "Come up." She was abrupt, standing first and holding a hand to help Ginny up. "We can fix this," She reassured her. Eventually Ginny raised one timid hand and placed it slowly into Hermione's firm grip. Hermione yanked her up. There was a huge wet patch on the sofa, the yellow liquid dwelling on the surface of the fabric, glistening in the flickering light of the fire. Ginny stood in shame. She looked like a guilty puppy standing next to a broken vase. "Turn around then. Show me what I'm dealing with." Hermione's almost regimental assertion was paying off. Looking ashamed at her feet, Ginny slowly tuned on the spot. The little patch on the front of her skirt was nothing compared to the big black wet stain over her bottom. Out of Ginny's sight, Hermione was transfixed by what she saw. She smiled to herself. Still with an air of dominance, Hermione begun to explain, "You know, I did something like this once." "You did?" Ginny was glad to hear she wasn't the only one to have a bad accident. "It wasn't long after we first arrived here. I wet my bed in the dorm. But no-one ever knew. You never new did you?" "No. How did you hide it?" She was excited to hear there could be a way of no-one finding out. "There's a spell, would you like me to teach you it?" Ginny turned to face Hermione, who's eyes quickly darted up from her bottom in the pretence she was not quite so attracted by the pee soaked skirt. "I'll do it on you first, listen carefully." Hermione always loved the chance to demonstrate her skills. She took her wand from her pocket and delicately held it, pointing at the sofa. With a perfectly executed flick and precession elocution, she spoke if a firm fast voice. "Urina Sicco!" With that thousands of tiny droplets exploded out of the wet fabric. They spiralled up away from the sofa, forming a light mist of liquid which hovered in a cloud around the point of Hermione's wand. "She that," she said, turning to Ginny with a proud smile on her face, "That's all your pee." Ginny stared, not sure what to say. Her face continued to burn red. Hermione held her hand to one side of the mist, pointing into it. With pomp she reach into it, curling her fingers around the cloud of pee. For a moment, she transfixed herself, then suddenly snapped out of it. "Right," she said, and carried the lead the cloud over to the fire, where she held it over the flames. The formation broke and ever tiny drop began to clime up the chimney. When all the pee had left her wand, she turned and pointed it at Ginny's skirt. "Urina Sicco!" She cast the spell again and the small patch on the front of Ginny's skirt was transformed into another cloud of pee droplets. Hermione instructed Ginny to turn again, under the pretence that she's clean the back of it. But with Ginny's eyes now in the opposite direction, Hermione took the chance to look closer and the small cloud of pee she was holding. Biting her lip, she looked at the tiny particles glistening in the light. Then quickly before the hesitation seemed to long, she took one last cheeky glance at Ginny's sodden skirt and waved her wand. "Urina Sicco!" After Hermione had lead the final lot of pee into the fire and up the chimney, she turned to look at Ginny. They smiled at each other, and for the first time Ginny relaxed. Her red cheeks were beginning to settle and her eyes had a sense of calm in them. But Hermione wanted to make sure Ginny could clean up should it ever happen again. "Now you must practice the spell," she said, "Two flicks with a little twist of the wrist, then just hold it steady else you'll drop the pee. Do you want to try it now?" Ginny nodded, smiling. Hermione looked at the entrance. "They're all still in the Great Hall aren't they?" she asked. Ginny nodded again, and gave a little nervous giggle. She had no idea what Hermione was about to do. Hermione stepped back onto the rug in front of the fire. She lifted her skirt as if about to curtesy... TO BE CONTINUED...
  9. HarryPotterFan

    malefemale Harry's Accident.

    I'm not sure if this is good or not, so please tell what you think! It's not exactly my first fanfiction, but it's the first one i've posted on here. Harry Potter shifted in his seat for the third time in his Transfiguration class. He was cursing his stupidity of not going before class. They were only 15 minutes into the lesson and Harry sincerely hoped he could hold it until the end of class. Twenty minutes later Harry was barely able to focus on what McGonagall was saying. The pressure in his abdomen seemed to be almost constantly building, making him squirm and cross his legs tightly. Hermione, who was sitting on his left, looked at him questionably. "Are you all right?" she whispered, the concern evident in her voice. "I'm fine." lied Harry. She looked unconvinced but turned back to McGonagall anyway. Harry bit his lip slightly, resisting the urge to grab his crotch. His bladder felt as if it were about to burst. He thought about asking McGonagall if he could go, but knew the answer would be no. She never let anyone leave her classroom. He bit back a whimper as he felt a spurt leak out, damping his boxers. He grabbed his crotch as discreetly as he could in an attempt to not wet himself in the middle of class. He only had ten minutes left. He could do it. At least, he hoped so. Two minutes till class was over, and Harry almost knew for sure he wouldn't make it. The only thing stopping him from wetting right there and then was his hand clutching himself tightly. He squirmed more, willing himself to hold on. He saw Ron and Hermione glance at him questionably a few times. He bit his lip harder as a longer spurt escaped from his body. There was a small wet spot the size of a galleon on his trousers. The class was dismissed and he gathered his stuff quickly, keeping his legs crossed tightly. He felt another spurt come out and he gave up trying to stand. He knew the moment he stood up he would lose all control. He noticed the only people left in the room were Ron, Hermione, and Professor McGonagall. "Mr. Potter, are you alright?" McGonagall asked. She could see the boy was obviously in some sort of distress and his body was quite tense. "I'm fine." lied Harry softly, knowing all to well he was far from fine. Ron and Hermione had stood with their stuff an were both giving him questionable looks. "Mate, you don't look fine." stated Ron. Harry didn't answer though, he only gasped as a painful spasm ran through his bladder, causing him to clutch himself tightly and squirm even more heavily to stop from losing it all. This movement made all three of the other occupants of the room realize Harry's predicament. Hermione an Ron both looked at Harry sympathetically, not knowing what they could do as their friend squirmed desperately in front of them. McGonagall felt bad for the poor boy, wondering why he hadn't spoken up about his need during class. Oh well, that couldn't be helped now. She walked over to the raven haired child that was squirming with his face contorted in pain, and bent down to his level. "Harry, come on you can make it, just stand up alright?" she said softly, feeling her heart ache for the boy. Harry whimpered slightly as his bladder pulsed. "I-I don't think I can." he whispered mortifiedly. He tensed his body up even more as his bladder started to give. But, no matter how hard he held himself or how much he squirmed, he was losing the battle. McGonagall could see the pain and panic in his eyes, an felt even worse for the little lion. "It's alright, you can do it." she urged, although she wasn't sure he could stand, let alone make it to a bathroom. Hermione and Ron were both watching the scene in horror, feeling bad for their friend. Harry just shook his head, unable to concentrate enough to form words. He knew he couldn't stand as the wet patch on his pants started to grow around his fingers. His aching bladder was releasing. He could do nothing to stop the flood that slowly started to seep onto the chair, dribbling onto the floor. It was like a dam had been released as the urine poured out of him and his body sagged in relief. "Im sorry." he whimpered as the floor under the chair began to have a puddle form on it as the urine flowed off the chair like a waterfall. McGonagall stepped back slightly to avoid the puddle but was wearing a look of compassion. She could only imagine how mortified he was. She waited until the flow stopped coming from Harry before taking her wand and swiftly cleaning up the mess. She turned to look at the other two teenagers in the room and gestured for them to leave, knowing Harry probably wouldn't want them there at the moment. They both hesitated before leaving. Harry felt his face burn in embarrassment as he finished an the mess was cleaned up. "Come with me to my office." McGonagall said softly, reaching out a hand to the boy. Harry nodded slightly and took the professors hand, looking down at the floor in embarrassment as he stood. He walked with McGonagall to her office and sat in the chair she steered him too. McGonagall got some tea quickly and handed him a cup before taking one for herself. She waited a minute before speaking. "Harry, you do not have to worry about anyone else finding out about this incident, I assure you." she stated, not wanting him to worry. "Thank you professor." he said quietly, although you could hear the gratefulness in his voice. "But also, don't ever be afraid to ask to leave class to use the bathroom. Im sure you dont want another incident like this." she said softly, yet firmly. "Yes professor." he said, planning on takin the women's advice. They sat and drank their tea for a couple more minutes before McGonagall let a not so embarrassed anymore Harry leave with a note for being late to his next class. Harry headed off to class, thankful the incident was over.
  10. First Day Classes started an hour ago with Transfiguration, Professor McGonagall which will be finishing soon and then it will be onto Potions in the dungeons with Professor Snape. Most students were getting on well or they seemed to be, Harry on the other hand was acting like everyone else but was getting nervous as his bladder was becoming more known to him and the only bathroom’s Harry knew of, for the moment, were in the dormitories, he knew he couldn’t go between classes without being late. Lunch was only two hours away so he would ask someone then. Transfigurations finished, Potions started. Only one hour and forty-five minuets left. Harry briefly remembered the way Professor Snape was looking at him in The Great Hall last night and thinks better of it to ask him a question that is needed in front of the whole class. Gryffindor and Slytherin houses mixed for Potions so everyone would surely hear. Sighing Harry went back to the work at hand although with forty-five minuets left of class he just could not concentrate on anything other than how badly he had to pee, fidgeting in his seat he thinks back to last night in the dorm’s where Professor McGonagall did say bathroom breaks during classes can be granted under certain circumstances, shifting again Harry hoped he would fall in that category and hesitantly raises his hand to get the Professors attention which works as the Professor instantly looks up from his desk and voices, “Yes Potter?” Feeling as though every pair of eyes in the room are looking towards him as he slowly lowers his hand and replies seemingly confident, “Professor could you please excuse me, I really need to use the bathroom, urgently?” Hearing mutters from the rest of the class Harry thinks ‘Oh God, This isn’t happening’ with his eyes closed, reopening them he sees the stern look on Professor Snape’s face who then stands and walks around his desk to lean on the other side. He continues with “I think there is something you should all be aware of regarding the question Mr. Potter has just asked, after this week being excused from my classes will cease. As for this week I have been advised to lay some slack with it being your first week here, as you all know you have my classes three times this week and exceptions will be made, excuses for other reasons to leave class will be taken into account. The nearest bathroom‘s from here are situated either side of The Great Hall, boys on the left and girls on the right, they are also used by members of staff” Harry just having endured that torture feels about ready to burst when Professor Snape finally answers Harry’s question with “Yes, Potter you may go” Harry feels so relieved at these words that he jumps up out of his seat and through the door as fast as he can. Ten minuets later Harry walks back into class with a note for Professor Snape which read ‘I caught Mr. Potter exiting the bathroom’s near the great hall, in future would you please ensure that student’s have permission notes, Thank You Minerva McGonagall’ Thankful when Snape nodded, Harry retook his seat, for not being in trouble and that he had relieved himself before anything embarrassing could of happened. By the evening everyone except one student from Gryffindor had asked for a bathroom permission note thanks to Harry asking probably the most strictest teacher in the school, everyone felt a bit more confident and all in all had an eventful day. Before Harry fell asleep that night he couldn’t help but think ‘Well only seven more years of this.’
  11. Goldenstorm

    female Hermione

    From the album: Some of my pics

    NO PLEASE! NOT IN FRONT OF ALL SLYTERIN GUYS!!! HELP ME RON!!!
  12. Ron squirmed slightly in his seat as McGonagall announced free study. Damn! Normally, Ron would appreciate it, but McGonagall’s free study rules state that if anyone talked or even raised their hand, she would assume that they couldn’t keep busy, and she would assign something really brutal for everyone in the class. He didn’t want to be blamed for THAT (again) but... bloody hell! He had to pee! But he could hold it, surely. He was a 6th year, after all. And Lavender was in this class, not to mention Malfoy, the git of all gits. Yes, holding it was the only option. He would NOT pee himself in front of his girlfriend or Malfoy. A half an hour later, he wasn’t as positive. Fanning his legs a bit when McGonagall wasn’t looking, he was close to needing to grip his cock in order to keep it in, and he’d be as loony as Luna before he grabbed himself like that in class! He HAD to keep it in! A tap on his left shoulder startled him, and he bit down a curse as he did what he just swore he would never do to keep it in. Sucking air through clenched teeth, he saw that it was Hermione next to him. Shit. Not now. He’d rather have Lavender witness this than her. Not that he’d ever admit it. “What?” he hissed. Hermione smiled innocently. “Nothing. You just look a little uncomfortable, is all.” She whispered, making sure McGonagall didn’t catch her talking in class. Then she’d lose the points she got last class. “I’m fine, okay? Besides, I thought you were ignoring me because I chose Lavender over you!” She flinched back from him, her face burning. She dropped her eyes back to her paper. Ron immediately felt terrible. He would apologize after class. He was just in so much bloody pain right then! “You have one more hour until the end of class, students!” called McGonagall from her desk. Ron gasped as his bladder protested. An hour? He didn’t even know if he was going to last for 10 more minutes! He slipped his hand underneath his desk and grabbed his crotch, desperate to keep from embarrassing himself. Little did Ron know that Hermione had kept watching him after he turned around, and that she knew exactly what was wrong. For Merlin’s sake, she had watched him guzzle down about a day’s worth of water in one go right before class started. What did he expect was going to happen, especially right before a double period? But this was too good to miss. Screw losing points, he was going to pay for his little remark. Merlin knew she could earn back any points she may lose. Taking out her wand, she waved in toward the rest of the class and mumbled, “Muffliato.” Satisfied that she performed the spell correctly, she spoke to Ron in a normal voice. “I know what your problem is, Won-Won.” she announced mockingly. “Shut up!” Ron hissed, his face flaming as red as his hair. Hermione had to struggle so she wouldn’t let on how cute she thought he looked right now, with his face beet red, and his legs twisted around his hand, which was wringing his penis in sheer desperation. “I thought you didn’t approve of that spell anyway?” he groaned as he fended off another wave. “Times change.” smirked Hermione. “You’re going to pay for that little remark you made a few minutes ago.” She smiled wider as Ron’s expression turned fearful. He knew she wasn’t messing around. “All right, I’m sorry!” Hermione snorted. “No, I’m serious! As soon-ugh- as the words were-ugh-out of my mouth- ooh- I wanted to take them back! You didn’t deserve-oh- that.” He doubled over in his seat 4 times during that. “Oooooohhhhhh just let me pee and I’ll do anything you want!” Hermione was confused. Ron NEVER sounded sincere when forced to apologize, even when it was in his best interest to sound so. But he did right now. “Well, all right. I forgive you.” she informed him, like it was a big surprise. She always forgave him, because she loved- NO! She couldn’t think like that! She had already been hurt enough by him. “But I don’t know how you’re going to get out of this one. There’s still an hour left.” Ron face contorted in a painful grimace. “I’m not gonna be able to hold it, Hermione!” he whined in desperation. “I’m gonna pee myself in front of everyone and worse, you-“He stopped abruptly, turned, if possible, a darker red than before. Hermione’s expression softened as she looked at him. “W-wouldn’t it be worse if Lavender saw it? She’s your girlfriend, not me.” She tried not to sound sad or bitter at that. “Only-ugh- only because she’s the only-oooooohhhhhh- the only one who ever liked me, ugh, like that.” If only you knew, Hermione thought sadly. But all she said was, “What can I do to help?” “Well,” Ron hesitated. “I’ll do anything.” “I-I can’t grip it right. Somebody else probably could, though.” “Grip wha- oh.” Hermione felt her face burning as it hit her. Ron sucked in a breath as he felt himself lose it for two seconds, pee shooting into his boxers. “Hurry, just do it!” he cried. Hermione slipped her hand into Ron’s pants, eyeing McGonagall as she did so. McGonagall didn’t seem to notice. The Prince’s spell still seemed to be working. She grabbed Ron’s penis through his boxers and gripped it hard. She noticed it was already quite damp. It was obvious he wasn’t going to last much longer. As she looked up at him nervously, she realized he was blushing again. “Yeah, I-I already kind of...” “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I’m not going to judge you. I’m here to help.” “I thought you were mad at me.” he mumbled. “I was, but... you have bigger problems at the moment. Besides, there’s no doubt you’ll pee me off again soon enough.” Ron chuckled, then winced at the pain that followed. “Yeah, all that’s true enough.” Suddenly, he looked guilty. “Hermione?” “Mmm?” Hermione mumbled, trying not to concentrate too much on how hot this situation was right now. “I’m sorry. For everything. Thank you for this.” “No problem.” She said shyly. She looked up at the clock. “One minute to go, Ron! I’m going to lift the spell now.” Then she did just that. Ron groaned as anticipation made him pee for another 2 seconds. He didn’t think he had ever blushed this much in his life. And with his family, that’s saying something. “S-Sorry.” he muttered. Hermione felt her hand dampen as Ron lost it again. “No. It’s okay. You can’t help it right now.” she whispered back. Secretly, she found Ron hot when he was this vulnerable. But she would believe in Crumple-Horned Snorkacks before she told him that. “Class dismissed!” McGonagall’s voice made both of them jump, but only one of them spurted another second of pee into their boxers. As all the students gathered their things and started out the door, Hermione realized she would have to let go. “Hey, Ron? I’m gonna have to let go. You ready?” He groaned in frustration, but nodded reluctantly. “One... two... three!” She let go, and Ron hissed and grabbed himself again as he felt himself lose it once more. By this time, his trousers had a wet spot the size of an apple. Hermione looked up to realize the only people left in the room were Professor McGonagall, Lavender, and... she groaned. Malfoy. And they were all staring at them. Or more specifically, staring at Ron losing his battle with his bladder. “Won-Won?” Lavender asked uncertainly. Ron jumped out of his seat at this, trying to look natural. Unfortunately, the sudden movement jolted his bladder. “Nonononono!!! Not here. Not now. Pleeeeeeease....” he moaned in desperation, but it was no use. His tortured bladder exploded, flooding his pants and the area around him. He closed his eyes in shame, and Hermione glared at Malfoy, her wand out, daring him to say something. But it wasn’t Malfoy who reacted first. Oh, EWWW!” screeched Lavender. “Ronald Weasley, you can’t even hold your pee for ONE class? That’s it, we are so over. And I swear to Merlin, the whole school is gonna know about this. I wouldn’t wish you on my worst enemy!” Hermione made to hex the bitch, but someone else got to her first. And it wasn’t Professor McGonagall. “Obliviate!” Malfoy’s voice rang out. Lavender’s expression relaxed and Professor McGonagall sprang into action. Grabbing Lavender’s arm, she led her out of the classroom, and shut the door softly behind her to give her students their privacy. Hermione looked at Malfoy in amazement, while Ron was still lost in his mortification. Did Malfoy, the boy who had tormented them with unrestrained glee for almost 6 years straight, just help them out? Or did he just want to be the one who spread it around school? Draco stared back. “Don’t worry. This will stay between us.” “Why?” Hermione asked coldly. “What reason could you possibly have to keep it quiet? Blackmail opportunities?” Draco seemed to consider her for a moment. Flushing slightly, he replied, “It happened to me once. I know how it feels and it’s not fun. My father sent me to Muggle school for a year so I could observe first-hand-” he broke off, hesitating, before continuing, “-why Muggles are so inferior compared to us.” He broke off again, seeming to expect a reprimand. When none came, he continued. “I was ten at the time, and the teachers thought us old enough to be able to wait until the end of class. To make a long story short, I ended up wetting myself worse than Weasley here just did. I never got a break from any of the Muggles. I was tormented just as much from the teachers as I was from the students. Of course, my father wasn’t too pleased with me either, but when he saw that the experience taught me what he wanted me to learn, he let off.” He stared intently at Hermione. “I had my own reason for hating anyone connected with Muggles. It was never my father’s influence. The reason he sent me there was because I questioned his beliefs. Since then, I had no reason to question them again-until now. I saw the way you were ready to defend Weasley from anyone who dared say anything- even if that person was from your own House, your own dorm. Maybe- maybe Muggle-Borns aren’t so bad after all.” Malfoy said this last part bitterly, like it couldn’t matter now, even if he wanted it to. He turned to go, and then stopped abruptly. “Oh, and Granger?” he called over his shoulder. “If that story is ever made public knowledge, I will personally make sure each of your lives will be a living hell to the day you all die. Got it?” “Perfectly.” she replied, hiding a smile. Who knew? Malfoy actually had a heart! Suddenly, she heard a whimper next to her. She looked over to see Ron, still soaked, with humiliated tears running down his cheeks. Hermione pointed her wand at him dried his clothes with a nonverbal spell. Then she performed Scorgify to get rid of the chemicals in urine that wasn’t pure liquid. Waving her wand once more, she Vanished the puddle around him. “I’m s-so s-sorry, Herm-Hermione.” Ron sobbed. “I’m s-so embarrassed! I c-can’t believe that I d-did that in front of y-you! That’s n-never happened before, I swear.” Smiling mischievously, Hermione threw her arms around Ron’s neck and surprised him with the most passionate kiss she had ever bestowed on anyone. “Nobody will ever know except you, me, and Malfoy.” “W-What?” It took him a few minutes to come back to reality. Once he did, he gasped. “Malfoy saw this? I’m dead!” Hermione looked at him in confusion. “You didn’t hear him?” Ron shook his head slowly. “No, I was lost in thoughts about how I was going to ask Moaning Myrtle if I could live with her after I offed myself, actually.” Smothering an amused laugh at that, she said, “Well, never mind then. The important thing is, Lavender memory was modified, and Malfoy... well, he and I have a deal. He won’t tell anyone.” “Right.” Ron snorted sarcastically, back to his old self. “And you’re in love with me, too.” At that, Hermione laughed outright. “Well, miracles do happen from time to time!” With that, Hermione yanked an astonished Ron to her and snogged him senseless. ((Any constructive criticism? This is my first story!))
  13. Hermione Granger couldn’t sleep it was 1:00 AM and found out she had to pee in bed. She ignored her urge and went back to sleep, she wakes up ten minutes later she peed the bed. Ginny heard the sound of her pee wetting the sheets, she walks over to her bed and tells her something if she can’t fall asleep she masterbates in her bed waiting for her to piss the bed, she tells Hermione to take off her wet pyjamas. Hermione took off all her clothes she slid under her sheets with Ginny and she told her to play around with her pussy by squeezing it very tight, stroking it to make it uncomfortable and stretching it making her relief worse. The two naked girls keep doing this and finally wet the bed with their hot golden warm pee as the feel of these makes them sleep together naked in a very warm bed. That was 1:19 AM. It was the next day Hermione and Ginny were the only two girls up as they both walked naked to the common room bathroom, where they peed in the sink while brushing their hair. The two girls finished and cleaned off their wet hairy pussy as they both got dressed. They wore only on Mondays pantyhose as the girls and the other girls woke up and got dressed. They all sat down in the great hall and ate breakfast, a house full of boys and girls sitting on each table. Ginny had a big crush on Harry Potter but was too shy to tell him because she thought that he wouldn’t want a girlfriend or even wife who loves masterbating and wetting the bed. They finished by Dumbledor’s speech and let them go to all classes. Hermione drank so many orange juice is when she got to Professor Mcgonagall’s class she already had to pee. Hermione did not put her hand up and say please professor can I go and use the bathroom, she sat there quitet and used magic to make her bladder not open and peeing herself. The period was over and just one more to go her bladder was now fine just like before she sat on her spot in the classroom, next was charms. Today they learnt the spell Aguamenti (which is the water spell), these was very bad for her bladder especially when she could hear jets coming out of their wands and the sound of water could not help her hold her pee in for after the lesson, the period ended. Hermione caught up with Ginny and both have been holding the pee in from the two periods before now, they both walked to the only bathroom that no other girl uses and that is Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. Hermione and Ginny comes very day to wet themselves everyday peeing on the tiles wetting their panties, pantyhose and skirt. They wait until their pee comes out and wetting themselves, they both feel a squirt of pee come out and dampening her panties and pantyhose. They let another one come out from their hairy pussy as this one makes her panties more wetter and more streams of pee runs down their legs into their socks. They let it go and they freely let her bladder open and pee themselves as the girls feel the warmth of their pee wetting her skirt, panties and running down their legs wetting their pantyhose. Moaning Myrtle missed being alive and being able to touch her hairy pussy and masterbate. Hermione and Ginny leave and say goodbye to Myrtle and clean themselves that it doesn’t look like that they had an accident and processed to the great hall to eat lunch.
  14. Ishigreensa

    Cho Chang and Umbridge

    Cho Chang's Stomach clenched when she thought about what had happned last year. There had been a very important event at her school, and then, one of the boys at her school--even in her own house, Ravenclaw, had died. Cedric had been transported from inside the maze somewhere right outside in front of the Stadium, and the only other boy that had seen what had happened, Harry, had been put right next to him by some magic in the maze. Cho had said yes last year when Harry had asked to take her to the ball that was tied to the special wizarding contests, and she had had a great time from that moment on with Harry. They had gone to Hogsmead several times last year, and they had talked about how Hogwarts had a great chance of winning the cup, but when he had returned with Cedric dead, she had felt so scared at seeing him at first. Now, it has been all over the wizarding news and in all the rumors about how last year had been a terrible accident, and how Harry was lying again to gain even more fame and attention. However, he wasn't the only one under attack. Cho had heard her parents talking about how Albus Dumbledore was under particular scrutiny by the Ministry for some kind of alleged fear mongering tactics. It was believed now, by several people that held position, that perhaps Dumbledore even wanted the job both as Head Master at the school and the job as the Head Prime Minister for Magic. "Wouldn't that be quite a bit for one person to swallow though?" Cho thought to herself. "And why would Harry care for anymore attention than he already had. He had confided in her, during one of their mini dates, that he felt like he was losing Ron as a friend just because his name had appeared in tournament, and Cho was sure it was really dumb of Ron to believe that Harry even wanted to be there. They had said it would be dangerous, so dangerous in fact, that you had to be in your sixth or seventh year and over seventeen years of age to compete! Now, she was going to go back to Hogwarts the next day, and she would see Harry after a summer of him being called a liar, and after people had time to process Cedric's death. She had known Cedric a little bit because he was an upper classman in her house. He had been a charming boy with a good heart, and had he asked but a few hours earlier, she would have been taken to the ball by him and not Harry. Cho felt a little guilt at him having to have died after she had turned him down. He almost didn't get a date for the ball even though he was the most charming student at Hogwarts. Still, he did get a girl at the last minute. A Girl called Patty or something had agreed to go with him, but she was way too young for him and it never went any further than one dance. Cho sighed. ................................................................................................................................................................................................ Meanwhile, Umbridge was getting her last orders from Fudge concerning her position at Hogwarts. "I want you to watch Dumbledore, watch his staff, and report to me anything you find missing or out of place. I know he's planning something to be stirring up trouble like this, and I don't need people feeling unneeded fear because of a few death eaters that had gotten out of prison." "I understand, sir. It's a pity that Potter had gotten off on that absurd charge of a demeantor attack." "Yes, isn't it?" "Don't worry. I have something that should quiet his rumors, and if necessary, I'll teach all his classmates to repeat such lies." "Good," Fudge whispered. ................................................................................................................................................................................................. The next morning, Cho was awakened by her diaper getting wet which started to make her skin feel clammy, sticky, and wet all at once. It was still a little warm inside it, but was quickly cooling. She sighed and pushed the blankets off of herself and went to the living room where she expected her mom to be waiting to help her as she had done all summer. "Are you wet, Cho?" she asked her making sure. Cho nodded with her face blushing. "I don't know how you'd be able to attend Hogwarts as you are if you didn't have your friend there in the same room. Marietta hasn't said anything to anyone about your nights?" "No mom. No one knows about it except her." Her mom smiled and pulled the tabs off of her daughter's diaper watching it fall heavily to the floor. "Go get a bath, and after I take care of this, I'll get you some breakfast. You are going to Hogwarts today." Cho smiled and nodded.
  15. Hi! I draw this from RidiculusRaven's story (cf. Title). It's a Harry Potter fanfic. It was really hard to draw him without his glasses. tried to draw as mich details as I could. And it's a colored drawing! Enjoy! I
  16. AlexWatches

    Harry potter omo

    I drew this a few days ago. like? no like? too light? I think so too :/
  17. O.k so I have this on FanFiction.net and I figured some of you might want to read it too. I have been neglecting my fanfictions for a little while Due to some uhhh Problems I am having in my life. My DA and fanfiction page are paying dearly for it. I hope yo guys like it. ... Malfoy Manor was a respected place, by everybody but the ten year old Draco Malfoy. He had respect and always used it, but Draco thought different then his father Lucius. He thought different about muggles and even about the Malfoy Way. Sometimes Draco Malfoy thought his father cared more about a those words then he did his own son. The Malfoy Way had six rules to it, his father added two of them. They rules were: 1)A Malfoy never shows weakness. 2)Never question the Dark Lord. 3)Don't speak unless spoken to. 4) Never treat muggles as equal, even in there world. 5)Never shame your family. 6)Act as a Man, or act as a Woman, but never act as a boy, or a girl. Draco had never questioned his father. Lucius had strict punishment and methods of teaching ,and today he was enforcing one of his methods of teaching. So that brought him here, There stood a small blond boy in front of his father, expecting a punishment. He had no clue what he had done wrong, but Lucius always found something. " .Draco." his father walked back and forth in patently. Draco shifted in his seat. "I have been going over the Malfoy way with you since you were seven. You are now ten. I have been waiting for a long time to teach you about the last rule." Lucius watched as Draco shifted again he knew the only rule they had not gone over was the fourth rule. Draco Malfoy saw nothing wrong with a muggle though." It is time Draco, I will be sending you to the muggle world tomorrow. There you will see how they act, you will go to a day of school there, and hopefully by the end of the day you will treat muggles the way they deserve." Draco opened his mouth but did not speak, speaking would result in consequences. " I will bring you back when I feel you are ready, no sooner." Lucius left the room. A house elf appeared from the corner . "Young Master " He stuttered a bit as he was the oldest house elf." Lucius requested for me t bring you to bed early today." Draco nodded and took the house elf's hand. He wasn't tired, but he could easily fall asleep in his dark room. When inside his room the house elf handed him pyjamas, and then proceeded to go into one of the four corners of the large room. Draco thought about how painful it must be for a elf his age to sleep on the ice cold floor. He stared at the elf for a moment." Young Master have I done wrong" The house elf asked. " No" Draco stated. He put on his pyjamas and laid down, He laid thinking for long time before finally falling asleep. ... "WAKE UP!" Lucius yelled, pulling the covers of his son. Draco squirmed in his bed trying to cover his eyes from the light. " Well come on now, we haven't got all day. "Draco jumped up out of bed not wanting his father to become madder at him. "Father I cant exactly wear my robes to school, people would know I am different." Lucius rolled his eyes, Draco had made a mistake. "Do you think I am stupid? Draco Malfoy! How many times have I told you not to question my abilities. All I have told you to do is get out of bed!" Draco saw it coming it was all but to easy to anger his father. Lucius hand balled up into a fist, then he relaxed it. Into the common slap Draco got when he could not be bruised. Rubbing his face Draco stepped towards his father. "Now Draco, I am sorry you made me do that. I have plans arranged for you to get the muggle world but from there you must figure it out." Lucius quickly used a non verbal spell to change his son into muggle clothing. A green scoop neck much to big for the small boy ,and a pair of black school pants with a belt. Lucius summoned the elder house elf and whispered in ear. "Young master are you ready?" The house elf held out its hand shaking. "Yes but let grab something." Turning to make sure his father had left the room already Draco opened his bottom drawer, any grabbing three chocolate frogs two pouches of pumpkin juice. Quickly stuffing them into his pockets he turned back to the elf taking it hand. " Were to?" The room spun quickly around them as they changed locations. Then it stopped. "Were are we, This isn't a school?" Draco worried out loud, but the elf had disappeared. "Privet Drive, How odd ?Why would father send me here?" It was cold outside and very dark, Draco would have been scared had there not been a muggle just four houses down. The muggle was walking closer, Draco watched as he saw a plumper muggle leave from the same house in the opposite direction. The boy was getting closer, finally standing next to him. Draco must have looked confused because the boy spoke. "Are you lost?" Harry asked, nobody went to the same school as him on there street. Harrys school was not like his cousins, almost nobody went to public schools anymore, but to his aunt and uncle that's what harry was. A nobody. "Umm" stuttering and shacking from the cold and nervousness Draco spoke," Is this a bus stop?" He looked at the older boy who was now pointing at a light in the distance. A bus." Sorry I guess that sounded stupid." Draco felt a wave of shame fall over him. What would his father say had he known he was talking to a muggle. Let alone asking for directions. The bus approached and not sooner then it did harry step on it. Draco stepped on after him. ... The last bell rang , and boy was Draco glad. He had been taugnted and teased all day , but that was nothing compared to all the emotional trauma his father had caused him. So there Draco stood like a Malfoy doing what Lucius told him to do hating muggles, or at least that's what he'd tell his father. Draco walked as slow as he could to the buses. So slow in fact that there was only one person left in the school by the time Draco was out there. The older boy from earlier seemed to be walking a different direction. This made him curious why would he be walking. Draco ran up next to the boy quickly . "Why aren't you taking the bus?!" The words came out like a statement and kind of mean, but he was concerned. For the first time He got to look at the boy He was older by a year at most, that puts him at eleven. His natural completion seemed like it may have been a healthy tan but he was pale and had purple hues in his skin from bruises. The boy was much too skinny like he had not eaten in weeks, But yet he was talker then Draco. He had black hair. And glasses. The older boy looked sad yet Draco remembered him so happy this morning. "Can't" Harry wasn't sure if he could tell the strange blond boy everything. His stomach Made a noise. Lowering his head, harry picked up his pace if he got home before the neighbors he could take one tomato from the garden, they wouldn't notice its missing." Why aren't you?" Draco shrugged why not tell the boy the truth, as long as it wasn't the whole truth." I don't know were I am going. My name is Draco By the way ." He sighed. His fathers mission was a complete and utter fail. Draco pulled two chocolate frogs out of his pocket." Want one?" " I guess you heard that" Harry blushed ,taking the chocolate frog." What are these?" Looking at the strange packaging he could tell it was nothing he had ever seen before. Let alone ate , but what did he know. " There chocolate frogs, Be carful not to let it jump away." He opened his up, quickly grabbing the frog by its leg and dangling it into his mouth. " There really good go on." Harry ate his frog but not until he almost dropped it , luckily that was what Draco expected and he caught the frog handing it to harry. "Thank you Draco, my names Harry by the way. I have to go inside Now my aunt and uncle are going to be really mad if they see me talking to somebody. " It felt weird to say the young boys name. Harry rushed inside, slamming the door behind him. ... If there wasn't a clock place on privet drives corner Draco would have assumed his father forgot about him. It was 2:48 in the morning Draco was having a hard time staying awake and had already finished his food supply,when he heard a door slam. "Harry Potter. Don't you ever ask questions again in this house! You know what happened to them!" Draco heard a series of slaps and whipping sounds. When Draco heard the door slam shut he turned around, feeling sorry for harry knowing he should see what happened but it was to late. He could hear the crying sounds getting closer. "Draco? Is that you?" Harry sobbed quietly Draco turned around only to see his very red face. "Yes its me." The blond stated. He was getting tired. " Draco , they hate me because I'm different." Harry moved closer to Draco who was now sitting on the ground. " Harry , You have it good." Draco patted the grass for harry to sit down but instead Harry lay his head on Draco Malfoy's lap. Draco put his arms around him. "Good Night Harry." "Good Night Draco." Harry thought about what Draco said , He had it lucky. What could Draco's parents possibly put him through that makes this lucky. ... Draco turned and swayed quite franticly in his sleep. It was unfortunate for him that harry was a heavy sleeper and he had nobody to wake him up from the nightmares of his dad. He knocked harry off his legs. Draco started mumbling words in his sleep" A Malfoy never shows weakness. Don't question the Dark Lord. Don't speak unless spoken to. Never treat muggles as equal, even in there world. Never shame your family..." The Mumbling stopped he let out a scream " I am sorry father. I'll try harder" This woke harry up. Draco was now in tears mumbling. "Draco, Wake up ! Your O.K." Harry franticly shook the poor boy. Draco woke , but was crying harder. "I am sorry. I have to leave." Draco knew he had brought shame to his family , and shown weakness while doing so. Deciding to try to find a way home was the best thing he could do now. Lifting his feet of the ground, Draco shook unsteady like from the cold weather. " Wait don't go!" Harry ran up after the crying boy, " I know what it like. "harry paused." I still have nightmares, about my parents... There dead." Harry let swayed back in forth waiting for Draco to come sit back down. " I have too!." Draco yelled, not knowing what made him so mad. Maybe it was the fact the boy had it almost as bad as him. Maybe it was the guilt he had it worst. Draco started walking . About a block down the street, He realized how bad he needed the loo. This frustrated the ten year old. Lucius really had not made plans in advance for his son had he stay in the muggle world, but then he heard them. footsteps "I can't let you!" Harry said. " You cant wander on these streets alone at night. You wont believe the things people will do to you!" Harry knew what people would do, If you got caught in there yard they could go as far as beat you themselves sometimes. Draco continued to walk swiftly. "Can You stop?" He did. Harry wrapped his thin arms around Draco's soft body, and gave the boy a hug. Something Draco must have never had before considering his reaction. " GET OFF OF ME!" Draco squirmed it was easy to get harry off, but then felling bad after seeing the disappointment in his face he asked something." What was that ?" " A hug, they mean you care. I have never been able to give one before because I never cared about someone." Harry smiled, Draco really never had a hug before. He wasn't as alone as he though. Draco started walking again." Were are we going?" Blushing" Well um I have no clue. I don't exactly live around here." " What are you looking for?" Harry asked. The younger boy had picked up his pace and he was struggling to keep up. " A exit to this neighborhood, but it doesn't matter that much." He sighed. It was getting pretty easy to tell that he needed the loo, well unless you Harry who seemed not to tell. Or maybe not to care one bit. Draco stopped walking. " Oh it that way" Harry pointed the opposite direction. " How about going back to sleep?" " I guess" Draco set down this time leaning into Harry's lap, which was hard and consisted mostly of bone. Harry gently ran his fingers through Draco's hair. Draco could not stop moving. No matter how hard he tried to sleep all he thought about was having to pee. This keep Harry up. " Draco, is there a problem." Harry stated seeing that there clearly was. " No... Well." He really thought about telling Harry but that would be dumb. He Just had to wait for his father."...No" Draco said, but you could hear the tears in his voice. Harry knew what's wrong. " Honestly Draco I wont make fun of you. Your only ten." This made Draco cry. At ten Lucius would never had embarrassed himself like this in the muggle world. Age had nothing to do with it. " Draco what's wrong?" He wanted the real awnser His legs were now crossed and he was crying into the young skinny boys ribcage as he had no chest. " It doesn't matter!" Draco yelled. He just wished harry would go away. Maybe he would if Draco let him. Draco got up." GO! I don't want any body to have to see me like this again." Harry stared and then got up he could help the boy. After all there were plenty of days when he was younger, That his aunt had looked him in his spare room, and well... Harry shuddered understanding what the boy was going through. Embarrassment is the worst punishment ever. " I should have never talked to you, You filthy muggle. "Draco knew harry was not a muggle but he let it go. " Come here." Harry said dragging Draco behind one of the many privacy fences. " I can't ..." Draco stopped. He fell to the ground. Being only ten this was to much for him. Harry picked Draco up almost dropping him, not being used to lifting people. " Why did you do that?" Draco said crying." The sudden movement caused him to pee. Quickly crossing his legs tighter. " I don't know." Harry did not want to admit to the real reason. Sitting Draco on the ground he looked into the boys eyes and saw his pain. " Your father is a bad man not to have picked you up tonight, I just met you but I can tell he has caused you a lot of pain in your life." Draco blushed , as more pee escaped him. Harry didn't care." Its O.K to let go." Harry turned. " I can't people live here and... and .." Draco could not find the right words so he used the wrong ones. "You.' " I won't judge you, besides I may not be smart but what your doing is very unhealthy." Harry walked behind Draco who was now jumping up in down. Wrapping his arms around Draco was all it took. Harry meant it as a sweet embrace, but also to push the boy to do what he needed. Draco sobbed for a second . " I am sorry, Harry." it took fifteen seconds to make to whole front side of the ten year olds pants to become wet, but it took two minutes for him to stop. Draco's face scarlet with embarrassment. This was something he would never live down. Or should he say his father would never let him. "Give me you pants." Harry said, as he started to take of his pant. " Come on, now its almost sunrise!" It would be easier had harry take the blame " You can't" Draco said, breathing fast and crying hard. " I am now hurry up." Draco gave harry his pants. "thank you" The exchange was silent. Draco was quickly able to put Harry's pant on. Harry didn't want to make Draco feel worse, so he made it look like it was easy to put on the pre- soaked pants. Draco had been embarrassed enough he just wanted to go home to Malfoy manor. A owl appeared suddenly from the corner of the street. Draco knew his father had sent it. attached to its foot was Floo Powder. He grabbed the powder and sent the owl away. " Harry this years going to change your life. So do me a favor try to forget about me , and umm " Draco pointed at the pants." This." He threw the flow powder And said the words "Malfoy Manner." But no sooner then he got there did he wish he could go back, There stood Lucius with a belt in his hands ready to punish Draco Malfoy. Chapter 2~ In this chapter we will be skipping ahead to years into Hogwarts. I feel it is important to give a age update because Draco and Harry are different ages. Draco is now twelve, and Harry is thirteen. As second years Hermione made Prefect and Ron is well Ron. You should also know Snape is Draco's Godfather, but there so close Draco calls him Uncle Sevus. I hope you liked the first chapter be prepared for this one, its a little sadder then the first. P.S there are flash backs in this. Shall I begin. ... Draco Malfoy was exited the summer was ending, living in Malfoy Manor had became pure torture since his mother passed last year, at least that's what the Daily Prophet heard. Father, was always drunk or getting drunk. As Draco packed up his text books , something on one caught his eye, his blood. Draco would never admit to anyone that his father, and fellow death eaters beat him, but some times the pain of the memory's hit him full force. Sitting down on his bed Draco held the book. ... Lucius swayed grabbing on to the fellow death eaters arm as he walked up the steps of Malfoy Manor. Draco looked out his window, knowing he had nobody to protect him when his drunken father came upstairs. Lucius threw open the door in one swift motion. The room quickly filled with smells of alcohol and cigars. "You boy stand up." Draco didn't stand, he sat there pretending to read a textbook. The History of Magic to be exact. " Get your nose out of that book, boy stand up." Draco refused "Accio History of Magic" The book flew out of Draco's hand and into his fathers. "Now stand." Moving slowly towards Lucius, Draco spoke. " Father must we do this tonight I go back to Hogwarts tomorrow. What if..." Draco's Protest was cut short by the hard slap the partially sober death eater made across his face. His father then hit him with the book, were one of the edges left a gash in his head. His platinum hair quickly turning a deep scarlet color. " Take you shirt off." Lucius ordered. Draco knew what this meant. His father was going to whip him. Not like the belts he used to use, but a actual whip. Maybe he found this punishment more entertaining. Draco took his shirt off and put it in his mouth not wanting to break of any more teeth. It was always a pain getting them fixed. Draco leaned against the wall taking the first hard thrash. It stung, but the pain was so familiar that wasn't the worst part. After Draco's back had been covered in large cuts from whip. His father would pour whatever alcohol they were drinking earlier over his back and on his t-shirt leaving him there to suffer in pain. ... Draco threw the book up against the wall, refusing to bring it. He hurried down stairs to see if Lucius was home, silly of course it is day time. He probably didn't know Draco even had to leave today he's so drunk. He was gone as Draco suspected, but Draco like most people left a note. It read. Dear Lucius, I have no clue were you are right now, but summer break is over. I have leave now if I want to make it to platform nine and three quarters. Lucius you have not treated me the best you could as a father this summer, but you certainly taught me what it meant to be a Malfoy. Try not to get drunk as often, I say this as if you care, but it is truly in your best interest. I am only looking out for the father I once loved. Malfoy P.S; I have arranged plans ahead to stay with Uncle Sevus during school holidays. I gave him no reasoning why, I hope your happy Lucius Malfoy. Father. ... Meanwhile at the Privet Drive Harry had not woke up yet his body still in a almost coma like state from the dehydration, and lack of food the Dursly's provided him. He was officially late for the first time, and had missed the train to Hogwarts. Hagrid's owl flew in the window, making screeching noises attempting to wake Harry. The owl finally gave up and scratched his arm, it would not have been deep n a normal body. But Harry was far to skinny , the scratch was deep and needed attention. Harry woke up realizing what time of day it was , and that the train had left. Grabbing his wand, broomstick. he tip toed out of the house quickly. His body ached, Harry mentally motivated himself to keep going, something that he had to do many days with the Dursly's. Harry got one his broom and started towards Hogwarts. He couldn't help, but think of the condition he had been in just the day before. ... Harrys Uncle handed him another list of chores to do, he had to have them all done before dinner in order to receive any food. His uncle being the cruel man he was, made sure this was never possible. The last time harry had a decent meal was at Hogwarts, and even there he didn't eat like all the other kids. Harry would eat one helping of food. He also never ate dessert, the last time he ate something chocolate was, well when Draco gave him it. "Get a move on boy, what are you doing still standing in the kitchen, you should fixing the flat on the car." Harry Uncle gave him a hard slap on his back and pushed him forcefully to the garage. The heat was unbearable, for harry, but to ask for water... well the punishments would be even worse. Harry was never allowed to ask for things, they had to be offered or thrown at him, or thrown away. Being very lucky there just happened to be a some stale water in the car. It wasn't much and Harry regretted drinking it, as soon as he did he became nauseas. "One More day ..." Harry said out loud, he didn't mean to, but it was what he had been thinking. A few hours passed and It was midday, Harry sat outside watching his Aunt ,Uncle , and annoying Cousin eat a large amount of food. They always left the windows open for this reason. The food smelled burnt, but it made Harry hungry. His stomach roared at him. Knowing that there was nothing that he could do until he got back to Hogwarts Harry listened to his angry stomach, and finished his chores. The Dursly's didn't let him inside the house until 3:24 in the morning causing the cold air to make his bones ache, but harry didn't care. He went to sleep listening to two things this time, his stomach and the quite sobs, that had became a lullaby over time. ... At Hogwarts everything changes, for Draco Malfoy, well he becomes his father , hiding his true felling inside him. Taking out his anger on mudblood's. When secretly all Draco didn't care who you are, he was usually jealous of the people he picked on. Ron and Herminie are perfect examples of his jealousy , only now did Draco realize this. Ron had family and siblings who loved him. Herminie had parents who didn't care what she did, she was perfect in there eyes. Draco had only met one other person who he could relate to, but sometime last year that person decided he hated him. That person was harry. The two had grown so far apart that they now only called each other by there last names. For harry, there was only one big change, He was forced to see Draco Malfoy, this year. They now shared the defense against the dark arts class. But the little changes is what harry enjoyed ; drinkable and assessable water, which he seemed to take advantage of, There was also the idea of sleep, or food. Two things Harry really had not had over the summer. Malfoy looked at Harry who seemed to be struggling with finding somebody who knew the password for the Gryffindor common room. Of course Malfoy knew it, He bought the knowlage of one of the first years just minutes ago. The Potter boy looked towards Draco who was walking his way. "Potter, are you locked out again ?" Draco teased mockingly. Of course he was going to help, but why not have some fun now. Harry rubbed the back of his neck, blushing." Yeal, I actually missed, everything, even the sorting. You don't have a clue where I can find a prefect do you?" Draco thought, this meant potter didn't eat, the boy was already bones, maybe he should. Yes he will. " Potter did they...Never mind." He couldn't. Potter and him were enemy's now. Draco started to walk away," The passwords is pig snout " Draco watched Harry climb carefully into the portrait hole then made his way down to the Slytherin common room. "Pure Blood" Draco was greeted into the Slytherin common room, but he walked past everybody. Not in the mode to talk. Uncle Sevus picked up on this lack of enthusiasm and walked into his godsons room. " Draco, is something bothering you?" Snape knew that something was, but Draco could not be forced to talk. Draco not been acting himself all summer. " No ... Well actually yes, I told my father you'd let me stay with you over the summer." Draco paused. " If I can't I'll find someplace to go but I cant go back to him uncle Sevus." Draco could see that he was going to need to give some sort of explanation, but why tonight. His body ached from the beating he had just yesterday. " I know you never liked your father, but that's no reason to disown family. Draco My dad" Snape Paused unsure weather to go on." Well he was a crazy man, but he was just like me. He used to tell me things I didn't want to hear though. So in turn I started um..."Snape raised up his jacket, so you could see the scars. "He told me I would never amount to any thing, that I was never going to be as good as him. He was wrong Draco." They talked for another ten minutes, and then snape left. Draco felt guilt hit full force, but Potter was his enemy why was he feeling like this. Draco's mind swirled, for hours. Finally managing to go to sleep. It was four in the morning when Draco woke himself, his hair sticking to face, his shirt drenched with sweat. What had he been dreaming about? ... Dear Malfoy, It came to my attention today that you are not as bad of a guy that I made you out to be, I never thanked you for helping me with the password. Tear this note up after reading it, I would prefer for people not to think that I ever sent you a letter. See you in class. -Potter Harry paced back and fourth, the note seemed a little friendly to send to your enemy. Yes, it was. Could he possibly send it. "Harry! When did you get here?" Ron yelled excitedly, like he didn't share a room with harry and hear him come in last night. Sometimes the boy could be so clueless. Ron eyed the note in the skinny boys hand, harry then started to put it in his pocket. "What's that? " Ron said pointing to the note in his pocket." "Uh letter, But I am not going to send it." Harry frowned. Not a fake frown, he was being truthful. Malfoy had at one point been his friend, but some were along calling his best friend a mudblood, and telling him that he hung out with the wrong type. Well that changed. "I'll send it, What's it say Harry." Ron could not see that harry was about three seconds away from crying other wise he would have stopped. Ron did notice a few of the usual things, Harry was skinny then before he left, and he was dirty; greasy hair and grass stains on his clothing. This was usual for harry, but most times he made a attempt to clean himself up before people noticed. "Ron, You can't be mad at me." Harry paused." I know I am mad at myself but for different reasons." Harry shoved the letter into Ron's hands and sat down on the bed. Not ready for one of his best friends to hate him. To think he betrayed him. Ron Read the letter in his head, then out loud, then in his head again. He looked up and ... was laughing at him. "See you in class... Not the bad guy I made you out to be." Ron laughed at harry who was crying very loud in front of his friend. " Harry Malfoy is a bad guy! " Ron had stopped laughing and looked serious. "You don't know him, the way I used to, Ron." Taking the letter back harry strapped it onto Hedwig's foot, whispering "Draco Malfoy." The bird refused at first but then took off to the great hall. "You called him... We never, since he called Herminie a mudblood. " Harry knew what Ron wanted to say, Harry called him Draco. That was his first name. Harry missed calling him that. "Fear of a name only increases fear itself." Harry used Herminie's own words against Ron. "Give him a second chance." Harry made his way to the great hall, not willing to argue with Ron any more. ... Draco Malfoy had been in the great hall for thirty minutes now. He already ate, and was bored. it was becoming a worrisome task trying not to pay attention to the burning pain on his back and shoulders. He received a nudge from a fellow Slytherin, who noticed he was drifting of to sleep. "Look that's Hedwig, Why is she going to the Slytherin table." Malfoy's head perked up so he could see who was receiving mail from Potter, but the stubborn owl was just sitting in front of him. Laughter grew at the Slytherin table, all Draco could think about was what unforgivable curse he would use on potter. He grabbed the letter from the owl violently. Exchanging a look with potter , who seemed unhappy. Ripping the letter open , he read it. "Give me a quill," The person didn't respond still laughing at Draco. Taking a quill for himself Malfoy etched, Potter, Eat! Your all bones again. Malfoy The owl took the letter giving it back to Harry who almost smiled. Draco watched though as the boy still didn't eat at the great hall that morning. ... Draco became frustrated with his enemy why. Walking quickly down the halls to his History of Magic class he forgot all about the, missing book. Only after he sat down, Draco understood what class he was in. " Fuu..." Eyes were on him now. " We'll get over your self's. " Draco blushed and buried his head in his desk. The teacher soon came over to see what was wrong. " Draco Malfoy is there a problem! " The teacher said in a accusing voice," Mr. Malfoy told me to call if you started acting up in class again." This particular teacher was not concerned, she just wanted to make Draco's day a little harder. " Don't call him... " Draco's head still laid down on the table, " You cant." The teacher shot him a sympathetic look and went on with class. The rest of the day flew by, but Draco felt some what upset that Harry wasn't eating. This was one of the few things Draco did care about, he was no longer living with the muggles. Why would Harry still refuse to eat food offered to him. Draco unlike many other students had a free period, Harry however was a student who did not. He wanted to be forceful to make harry himself again, not the skeleton nobody seemed to notice. Speeding up as he reached the Gryffindor tower, Draco found himself face to face with the fat lady again. "Password.." She drew the word out, Giving her a lower voice. "Pig snout " Draco rushed the words out of his mouth, he walked up what he assumed was the boy hall to find harry and Ron's room. Hedwig immediately started screeching. Fumbling through his pockets Draco pulled out a chocolate frog. Using one of Harry's quills and apiece of parchment he scribbled ; Dear Harry, Eat , please. I remember the eleven year old you had no hesitation to the same chocolate frog. I hope you will listen to me, You look like a skeleton. -I rather not say, incase Ron finds this, but you know who I am. P.S; I hope those Muggles treated you well. Leaving the note on Harrys bed Draco dashed out of the dorm and down to his room. It was empty, almost pathetic, that he had nothing to fill the room with. Draco laid on his bed thinking about this summers events. Eventually falling asleep. "Draco, you missed half your classes today! Wake up!" Draco peered open one eye, it was his uncle Sevus. "I am sorry, its just." Not able to explain Draco struggled for words.," I cant tell you, Hey you don't happen to know if the prefects shower room is empty do you?" it was a strange question to ask but his Uncle did not care. Draco had to have complete privacy, He needed it. It was one of the upsides to being a prefect. "Yes, well they were. May I ask why?" Snape started to leave the room." I'd get down there if I was you. Dumbledore set a new rule even the prefects cant be out of bed past nine. After his uncle left room, Draco grabbed his towel , robes , shampoos and soaps. He also grabbed a razor, then put it down remembering the last time. ... Chapter 3~ Draco woke, his still wet from the night before. How was that possible, if he were correct. The blondes thin hair should have had at least eight hours to dry. Taking a minute to rub his eyes and sit up into a more awake state, the Malfoy noticed what had woke him. He doubled over in pain as his over full bladder made itself noticed. Draco looked at the green number displayed on the ceiling. yes it was to early in the morning to leave the Slytherin dorm. Snape had surly set some sort of alarm... again. Draco though back to last year. Pansy was in the same predicament and set a alarm of, thus wetting herself in the Slytherin common room. The blonde shifted before attempting to go back to sleep. ' This is going to be a long night.' He fell asleep forty five minutes later. " Draco wake up, now your going to miss Hogsmade. Hurry!" Pansy of all people was pulling, on the tired Slytherin's arms forcing him out of bed. Before he could protest he did not want to go to Hogsmade, and that the sold common items pansy had pulled a shirt over the white tank top Draco fell asleep in. " O.K., O.K. " Draco said fixing the top and putting on a pair of slacks, and a belt. A choice he would soon regret, having forgot all about his urgent need. Making a grab for his wand and a hair brush, the Malfoy was out the door. disposing of the hairbrush soon after. ...I noticed I've used quit a few time skips in this chapter,... ... Draco had got rid of pansy five minutes ago and was regretting that choice, now having nothing to distract him from his now aching bladder. The young boy searched the streets and had found one place with a loo, The leaky cauldron, the lines were incredibly long and at that point time he convinced his somewhat stubborn mind he could wait. Now he was on his way back in the leaky cauldron. Trying his hardest not to make a display of himself The Malfoy walked swiftly to the loo. Managing to run face first into the opening door, a short spurt escaped him. He avoided grabbing himself and crossed his legs. 'If father could see me !' The boy thought causing his eyes to become glassy. " Malfoy." Harry was the guy that had opened the door, Draco reopened the door to be greeted by a line longer the last time. Harry followed. " What do you want Potty, and don't even tell me you are here for the loo. After you almost broke my nose leaving it ." Malfoy exaggerated. People were staring. " No, I wanted to tell you I am sorry and thank you for the chocolate frog. You were right Malfoy. " Malfoy smirked at this. Then notice Ron who was at the front of the line was also staring, listening deeply to the conversation. " Yeah right potter like I would ever send you a chocolate frog, I don't fancy you, the famous boy who lived. " Malfoy crossed his legs as he leaned against the was trying to look causal. Failing.' Not in front of Harry' He thought. He knew he sent harry the chocolate frog, but he also knew that he was seconds away from wetting himself. He had to get rig of potter. "I never said I fancy you," The raven hair boy said, he was now on the verge of crying." How dare you Draco ? After I helped you all those years ago? I wont help you today" Potter was screaming. He stormed out of the bathroom, on the verge of tears. What happened to the Draco who visited the muggle world. This was all a game to him. Yes He supposed it was. Ron left his spot at the front of the line and was now face to face with Draco. There were two things the weasly had going for him at this point; One Draco left his wand with Pansy and was terrible at fighting Muggle style. Two Malfoy had just lost another spurt in his trousers and it was now visible through the thin fabric, he was surly going to play this to his strengths. " Ron please ." Draco looked down, indicating he was about to lose it all. Ron noticed. " Please I didn't mean to hurt him." This was partly true. " I'm sorry, I did not ask for you to speak. " Ron put a silencing charm on the blonde. The people in the bathroom stared Draco would have been in the middle of the line by now but Ron had not allowed him to move. " Now , where were we? Ah yes. " Draco squirmed, A large spurt escaped him. Giving up on his dignity he moved his hands to his now soaking wet trousers. Ron teased. " Ah Malfoy, did you hear that. Oh no well I'm sure your father will. Maybe I will write him a letter, better yet a howler." Ron chuckled " I don't want to keep Harry waiting, but if you ever hurt one of my friends again I will make sure you have a punishment much worse then this. Sorry to end the fun so soon." Ron punched Draco in the bladder, causing him to involuntarily release his bodily fluids. ( Just so you guys know this is very important this is the reason Draco will have bladder problems. Ron Damaged something down there. Poor Draco.) Along with tear. Ron released the silencing spell." Oh and clean this up." "Are you O.K Lad." A braver man walked up to the child who was now throwing paper towels in the puddle on the floor." Here let me get that, Draco continued cleaning. Wizards watching in amazement. Only one noticing whose child this was. The braver man had a name. Sirus Black. " No I am not!" Draco said getting to the point, "the only person whom I have ever wanted to be my friend. Hates me and I love him. I just wanted him to leave, I didn't think I could make it... and..." The blonde was now having a panic attack. " And I didn't, and it hurts no bad." The mad looked down at Draco who was clutching his stomach. " Here" Sirus grabbed some towels and finished cleaning the mess up, before spelling Draco clean. " I am sorry, I know what it feels like, though to be misunderstood." Sirus did being misunderstood landed him a first class cell in Azkaban. " You should be getting home now." " Tha..." Draco stopped remembering he did not know the man, he headed back for Hogwarts. Hoping to get back after dinner so he wouldn't see ron or harry. ... Dear reader, Yes I cut this short sorry.
  18. lovehppee

    Ginny Has a Secret

    This is my first ever story, it's probably bad. And it's short. Well, here goes. ~~~ "Okay Harry dear," said Mrs Weasley. "I'm afraid that because we've got so many people sleeping over, we've had to set you a bed up in Ginny's room. She's already sleeping, so if you could just be a little quiet..." "That's no problem, Mrs Weasley. Thank you for dinner." Harry walked upstairs and found Ginny's room at the top. He entered without knocking, silently opening the door, as he thought Ginny would be asleep. Ginny was not asleep. What Harry found as he walked in was Ginny holding herself very tightly and moaning lightly. At first, Ginny didn't notice as his entrance had been extremely quiet. She squeezed her legs together, lying on her pink and white patchwork quilt. Ginny's back was turned away. Harry could only watch in shock as he found his best friend's little sister sweating but looking quite pleased. She squirmed frantically but seemed in no rush to find a bathroom. She gave a snuffled groan just as Harry said: "Umm...hello, Ginny." Ginny squeaked in fear, and turned around to see Harry. Her face quickly blushed as red as her hair, and she gasped, letting go of her grip. Suddenly, she seemed to be losing control - and liking it. The crotch of her white pyjama pants quickly darkened and was drenched with pee, and despite Harry standing there, smiled. She whimpered with relief and happiness and pee streamed determinedly down her legs and soaking the bedcovers. As the last drops of urine escaped her throbbing bladder, the whole concept of what just happened washed over her again and she went almost purple. Harry Potter, the Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, had discovered Ginny's secret. Her love for pee-holding and desperation. "Harry...oh my Merlin...well-" "Why did you hold that long? Please, tell me the truth." Harry didn't really know, his best guess was that she was too scared of the dark to go down, or something. Somehow he knew that wasn't the reason. She had clearly been enjoying it. The reason for it could be she lik - no, Harry, don't be dim. Why would a little, sweet, attractive, kind Weasley lik- "I'm kind of ashamed to admit it, but I love the way it feels. Please don't tell anyone. I've been hiding my love for years. If anyone else knew, I'd be so emba-" "You know what, Ginny? It doesn't matter. I confess that I quite like it to." It was actually quite a turn-on for Harry, but he wouldn't say that. That's too much. "Really?" Ginny was astounded that he wasn't judging her. "Yep. As embarrassing as it is to say it." For a moment, they just looked into each other's eyes, deeply, intensely. They were both getting slightly aroused. "Harry, can I-" "Just one second, Ginny...I need to show you something I've wanted to show you since 3rd year." And with that, Harry leaned in for a soft kiss with Ginny. Ginny responded, with a passionate kiss, her pee-soaked legs pressed against Harry's noticeably excited penis. Ginny was surprised at his reaction, and didn't complain when Harry started gently kissing her neck. She fingered cautiously the bottom of his shirt - and it was soon off. The rest will remain a secret, just like Ginny's desire for desperation. No-one would ever know. ~~~ I would have written that smut scene at the end but it would have been rubbish, utter rubbish, because I've never even attempted to write it. But how was this? Tell me in the comments.
  19. Soaqueen

    Hermione scared

    As @ConfusedOne wanted, I tried to draw a character from Harry Potter. So let me introduce you Hermione Granger. She is so scared while fighting that she felt and peed her panties ! Enjoy!
  20. Today I decided to be a naughty girl because im all alone on tuesdays and thursdays between 12-2. I've never pissed outside before but ive always wanted to! This morning I woke up and put on my stitch cosplay because its the week of halloween and I have many cosplays so I dress up everyday throughout the week. Yesterday I was pikachu and I felt adorable! So anyway I get in my cosplay at 7 am with out peeing, get in the car, and leave for college. I have an 8 am class so I get there early to do homework. I walk in and everyone is wanting to take photos with me so I smile and pose and just let things happen. I'm fine through out my first class of the day but durring the middle of my second class I start to feel a need to pee. But I didn't want toget up because that's Japanese and missing stuff sucks. So I ruff it. After Japanese was over I had a class 5 minutes later and that wasnt enough time to go pee because im in a kigurumi, big stitch gloves, and big stitch feet so it takes a while to get on and off. I ended up just going to class. Class was awesome though because I just bullshitted a speech on something and was so sarcastic that everyone incliding the teacher laughed really hard. Yay class is over and I can drive home! Driving is a bit difficult because I was in well slippers but I was fine haha. When I got home I stripped out of my costume and took my bra and panties off. Then I put on my harry potter skater dress and went and got some food and lemonade. I go outside and take aseat on the chair. The chairs are all metal and have little holes? You know so rain water can drain. Anyway I start eating and I feel a cold breeze from the fall air. I shiver and continue eating and sipping on my lemonade. I squirm around because it was chillier than I thought it'd be. Finally I finish eating and drinking and say, "Well, it's now or never." I lift up the lower part of my dress and start peeing. I thought it would just fall down but no! What happened was it would go straight down only if my stream was light. But it started to come out fast and sprayed forward onto my legs. I squeal and that causes more to go down my legs. Eventually I calm myself and pee at a good slow speed. It was about a minute and thirty seconds long. Afterwards there was a huge puddle and my crocs were getting wet from it. Ah the relief.
  21. THANK YOU FOR READING I am revising and reediting all the chapters of my story with the precious help of other members of the website. I hope you all will find the time to read it again and tell me what you think. If you read the word "Chapter" that is the edited version, if you read "Episode" that's the old one. The work is in progress. The story is now saying what I wanted it to say in a correct English, so that you can enjoy the form and the content. Hope you like it. Harry and Draco 13 years old are the main characters. I am keeping similarties to the real characters but i made some changes. my Draco is just a cute, skinny, blonde wizard with a very bad relationship with his father, who raised him up violent and mean as he thinks a dark wizard should be. HARRY+DRACO - serialized novel Writer: Ranma23 Creative Editor 1: Missblondie Creative editor 2: KayLeigh -*-
  22. The accident in the car. I feel sick. We were in the car heading to Grimmauld Place, Harry was spending the summer with us this year and due to the fact we can’t apparate yet and all the luggage, Remus has got a car, I could kill him. From where we were it would be almost a 16 hour drive, splitting the driving so neither Sirius or Remus got too tired and hopefully with minimal stops. It felt like they were forgetting I was a girl who didn’t have a bladder of stone like them, Harry seemed quite quiet and distant which for him was a bit unusual. I never questioned Harry but he was getting a little shifty and it was starting to get quite annoying, we had only been on the road a mere 2 hours and I could already feel the effects like it was 22. As sad as I was to admit it I needed a stop soon before I sicked up in the car. Only Remus knew I was travel sick so with him driving it would be easy to get a stop, unfortunately Sirius had taken the 1st quarter, there was no way I could wait another 2 hours, I also noticed Harry sneaking quick grabs in his groin area, he did look like he had to pee. “Hey, can we stop, like now?” Remus gives me a concerned glance, he knew how sick I could get but also I really did need to pee at the moment. “Not yet, 2 hours and we‘ll break” I didn’t like Sirius’ reply and Harry looked kind of ticked as well. “Sirius come on, please? I have to pee bad” After I say that Harry jumps into the conversation with a quick “Me too!” Sirius glances back to Harry who was openly holding himself now and to me as I was trying to be subtle but not succeeding “Fine, next stop is about 5 minuets” He sighed and sounded angry, I felt bad. ‘Remus, how much time can you buy me?’ I had to know, I was going to be sick when we stopped I could feel it. ‘1o minuets tops, I’m guessing, how are you feeling cub?’ Totally crap, I couldn’t say that. ‘I really do have to pee bad and I think I’m going to sick up soon.’ I could see we were now pulling into a service station and could feel my bladder pulse inside me, I had to go. “Hurry up!” Both me and Harry practically screamed at Sirius making him jump slightly. ‘Let me know how much time you need cub.’ yeah I’ll keep that in mind when I’m sicking my guts out. We both practically ran to the bathrooms, Remus following. I spent almost 15 minuets in the bathroom, taking care of my bladder 1st then my stomach which was rolling in every which way possible. I come out to Remus and Harry standing near the Ladies. As I move to go to the car Remus stops me “We have to wait for Sirius, he needed to use the bathroom after all.” I could kill him, I still felt sick. Sirius then joins us and says. “Right let’s get moving again.” I swear I could hear Harry groan slightly, we all headed back to the car, only 2 more hours of Sirius’ driving then I won’t have to worry much for a while. It was coming close to the switch, Harry was trying to sleep but kept turning quite pale when he did. It was nerve wrecking to say the least. Remus could barely cope with me sometimes, although so far I was fairing acceptingly well, I didn’t want them to know probably my most strongest weakness although I knew I didn’t have a choice it was becoming bad now, we had to stop now. “Sirius?” He glanced in his mirror. “Stop the car” Remus turned to look at me, he could now see the extend of my problem “what, we only have like 10 minuets.” The anger could be heard in his voice “STOP THE CAR!!!” I couldn’t help but yell I was going to sick up any second and I accidentally woke Harry up who looked a bit confused but at that there were no more questions, the car pulled to the shoulder. I opened my door and practically slid out of the car gasping the fresh air to try to feel better, Remus gets out and crouches down beside me rubbing my back while I try and delay the inevitable while I can hear Harry speaking to Sirius in the car. “What‘s going on, if we keep stopping it‘s going to take longer.” “I know Harry but I don’t think this is something to question, I think something maybe wrong and if it is we need to take that into account while driving.” “wrong like what? And . . Uh . . Sirius? I have to wee again, I‘m really desperate” I shut the conversation out, I don’t want to know what he thinks is wrong, despite all the drama I feel I can get back in the car without having lost anything in front of them, I still didn’t want them to know. Remus is now driving and I lay my head on the window, the cool feels nice, its almost 2 an half hours since we last stopped, that’s not even half of our total drive. I felt a stop was needed but I just felt so tired, I knew that wasn’t good, it meant my sugars were low and probably needed to eat, the key to know is when I call Remus Dad, I am sick, and not just a little, I could feel my head start to spin slightly from the lack of food, I couldn’t hide a hypo or a hyper that would just be too dangerous, all it would take is 1 word. “Dad!” The car immediately slows and Remus turns to look for just a second taking in my pale complexion and my glassy eyes as well as the fact I called him dad. The 1 word left Harry and Sirius quite confused and Remus concerned as he pulls into a parking space at a services. Harry and Sirius stay watching as Remus comes round and takes my sugars which are lower than good but not low enough to be bad yet. “Kayley how do you feel? Dizzy? Sick? Kayley look at me” I try to focus but can’t get past the blurry figures, I could also feel a sharp pain in my abdomen and I whimper as it quite hurt. I could hear them all talking. “What is going on?” Seemed like Harry’s voice. “As you know she is diabetic, her sugars are just a little low, she should be fine soon, she just has to eat.” I hoped I’d be fine but I just felt so sick and I couldn’t help catch Remus as I went to sick up on the concrete. All I can do is mumble a quiet “ ‘M sorry” I felt like a total idiot, I may as well have said stand still I need to sick up. “It‘s ok Kayley, it‘s not a problem we can sort that out, let‘s get you some food, stable you out a bit hey?” I really didn’t want to eat it would just make me more sick when I get back in the car again “ ‘M not hungry” I knew it was useless “I don’t care, I don’t want you in hospital over the holidays now come on ” He was dragging me across the car park as Harry an Sirius followed unsure of how to react but they too were hungry. “ ‘M have to pee” I mumble quietly to no-one inperticular “well I saw that 1 coming, come on” Great, now I was going to have to pee in front of him, get it together Lupin! “I can pee on my own” Harry and Sirius slightly laughed at this until I glared at them. “I‘m sure you can but I‘m not taking any chances, get in there” To everyone’s surprise he pushes me into the Ladies and follows himself, gasps fill the bathroom as he makes sure I can do what I have to, he puts his foot under my door incase he has to get in to me. I’m to desperate to really care and pee fine where as I would normally be quite reluctant. As Remus helps me wash my hands the threat of sicking up becomes known and fast all I can do to try an tell him is a mere “uh oh” He understands thankfully and grabs my hair as I sick up in the closest toilet. I feel totally horrible, Harry and Sirius are stood staring opened mouthed at the Ladies entrance, while Remus just looks “What else was I supposed to do, now come on let‘s eat before she‘s sick again” The reminder was enough and I dive back into the toilets just in time, screams are heard by the women as very surprisingly, Remus, Sirius and Harry walk up to where I am, could this get much worse?! After getting some food in me strangely enough I did feel slightly better but also worse knowing I would be back in the car very soon, with everything I was made to drink my bladder was becoming very uncomfortable again, it was quite obvious we would be leaving soon so I should do something about it before it’s too late “I‘ll be back in a second” I say as I get up from the table, all of them eyeing me suspiciously, Remus also gets up, I don’t say anything and he waits outside this time and we head back to the car after. Harry and Sirius are already waiting to leave, only 10 hours left until we were home, that for me would be more like 10 hours of torture. I don’t normally sleep while travelling but I just felt so tired and rested my head for just a second. The next thing I know I’m waking up to Remus asleep in the passenger seat, Harry asleep next to me and Sirius driving “How long have you been driving?” I get a glance in the mirror from him as he replies softly “About an hour now, are you feeling better at all?” Was I? I felt uncomfortable and sick but not diabetic unwell at least. “A little, when can we stop?” I could do with some air at least “You have to pee again? We can stop in about half an hour, that‘s closest” I flush red as he asks me that question “Um . . Yes sorry, that‘s ok . . I think” The sympathy and concern was really showing on his face. “It’s nothing you have to be sorry about, it‘s natural to everyone, something else I have noticed though, do you have a problem with travelling? getting sick I mean?” He had figured it out, I could feel the colour drift from my face and I glance at Harry before replying with a quiet “Yes” I felt embarrassed at admitting that and it clearly showed on my face. “It‘s nothing to be embarrassed about, I used to get sick while travelling when I was around your age and younger, I grew out of it when I was around 20 though” I didn’t quite know what to say to that but we kept talking until we could stop, Sirius also came into the services with me, used the facilities himself, I sicked up again but didn’t tell him and it didn’t occur to me with his dog senses he could hear anyway, he gives me a knowing look and asks “Feel better now?” I eye him thinking and he jumps in “I could hear you, do you feel better?” Oh right, not really I’ll be fine after I sleep for like a whole day “Sorry, a little I guess, should we go?” His eyes looked kind of tired but he smiled “If you feel ready then yes, we should” I would never feel ready but I wanted to get home more than anything I could think of “Yes” Returning to the car, the others were still asleep and we carried on our journey, we talked for a while but I was still quite tired so I eventually fell back to sleep again. The next time I woke up it was much of the same picture apart from Remus was now driving and Sirius was still awake which ment we cant of stopped that long ago and I felt bad asking already but I was also going to sick up any second, all I can do is think ‘PULL OVER NOW!’ Remus looks back as I clamp my hand over my mouth and pulls straight onto the shoulder, Sirius has a little shock as I sick up on the roadside, he hadn’t heard anything at all until I was sicking up on the roadside, I felt a little better after “Sorry” I manage to say quite sleepily “It‘s ok, good to go?” Go find a bathroom maybe “Good to go” Harry remained asleep and rather pale himself, he never mentioned he felt sick or anything so I just watched him. I also watched as we pasted services after services after services and didn’t say a word until I felt my bladder contract, I knew I had to tell them now “Remus, I need to GO” He usually knew what I ment by that “Alright 10 minuets I think” I don’t have 10 minuets and he only thinks, I could so die about now “Pull Over NOW” I really didn’t care, Remus complies Sirius looks confused but I open the door and crouch by my seat in the car, I thank hell I was wearing a skirt so I just move my underwear aside and start peeing which felt really good for my poor bladder to get it’s relief finally, both Remus and Sirius avert their eyes but as I said before I really couldn’t care. I felt tones better now and get back in the car with them looking a little awkward for some time “What?” They both look at each other and Sirius says with a bit reluctance “Nothing, I just never knew of a female that would pee on the roadside before now” He looked bright red it was so funny “Well now you do, can we go home?” Remus just nods his head and we carry on our journey yet again. I couldn’t sleep after that so I resorted to watching Harry again. He looked paler than before and slightly distressed over something I didn’t know what. I wouldn’t go looking though it wasn’t my place. With about an hour of our journey left Harry started to stir also turning a very greenish shade as he did, I avert my eyes out the window and open my mind to him and what he was thinking. ‘I really hope we stop soon, I cant believe this is happening I just, oh god’ his thoughts were very clear and loud it hurt my head but I still didn’t understand why he was thinking those things, he shifted a bit and I turned to look at him, he rolled his window down slightly and the cool air felt good in the overly warm car. Harry was looking really bad, he was sat behind Remus, sucking in breath quietly like I do when I’m trying not to sick up. I didn’t know why else he would act like that but again it wasn’t my place. Harry’s gasps became louder and I didn’t know what to do, he was really struggling but before I could or even he could say anything, he had sicked up all over the back seats of the car, the backs of the front seats and lastly us. He manages a distressed and quiet “Sorry, I‘m sorry” Before he is again sicking up in the foot well in front of him, Remus pulls to the side as soon as he gets a chance and gets Harry out of the car although to them, damage doesn’t matter as a quick spell will clean everything up. Nobody knew that Harry got car sick, after all he flew well, when we finally reached our Grimmauld Place, both Harry and me retreated to our rooms to rest. I have never been through an incident like that and wouldn’t want to again.
  23. RidikulusRaven

    Don't Move!

    I have a rather unhealthy obsession with Deamus. They're so perfect together it almost hurts. One of my friends sent me a link to a "kinkfest" (I'm not into that, but she had no way of knowing), and one of the prompts was that someone wet themselves from being tickled. So this happened. It's not exactly like the prompt, but I like where it wound up. I hope you guys enjoy! —————————— Seamus lay on his side on his bed, doing his best to hold still as he posed for Dean. Dean had asked him to model today; he wanted to practice drawing people, and he said Seamus was the best subject. Seamus was proud to be Dean’s model, but he had been laying there for what must have been hours already. He was dead bored. And he really had to pee. “Dean,” Seamus whined, stretching his name out as if it had five syllables. “When will ye be done?” Dean grinned. “Eventually.” “C’mon, Dean, hurry up, will ye?” “It’d be easier to work if you’d quit fidgeting, Shay.” Dean raised his eyebrows meaningfully. “Can’t help it,” Seamus muttered. “I really gotta take a leak.” A wicked glint entered Dean’s eyes. “Sorry, but you’ll have to hold it. I’m at a very crucial point right now; if you move, it’ll mess up the whole ambience.” “Ambience?” Seamus raised an eyebrow. “Is that even a thing in drawin’?” “Of course it is, Shay. Now shut up.” Seamus glared at Dean for a moment, but kept his mouth shut. The dormitory remained quiet for quite a long time. With every second that passed, Seamus felt like his bladder was filling up more and more. It felt like it was too full, in fact, and that the muscle was stretching beyond its capabilities. The more time he spent waiting for Dean to finish, the more desperate he became. He may have been in dire need of the loo, but Seamus still thought he had enough control to wait until Dean was finished. Surely it wouldn’t be much longer now. Then, quite suddenly, a spasm rocked through his lower abdomen. He clenched down on his muscles, just barely managing to stop the pee that so desperately had tried to escape. Surreptitiously, he tried inching his left hand toward his crotch to give it a squeeze. “Don’t move, Shay!” Dean ordered. Seamus’s hand snapped back to its place on his left hip. But he couldn’t hold still for very long. That moment of intense desperation had wreaked havoc on his control. He could feel the pee hovering right at the edge of his member, just waiting for permission to release. Seamus began jiggling his left leg restlessly. “Seamus, stop!” “Jaysus, Dean, I need to pee! Just let me go to the loo, I won’t take long!” “No, Shay. Stay still. I’m almost done.” Seamus groaned loudly. “I’m seriously ‘bout to pee myself over here. I really can’t wait much longer.” He felt so ashamed at saying it, but he had to convey the gravity of his situation. Dean rolled his eyes. “God, Shay. You’re being such a baby right now.” “Shut it, Dean. Yeh’re not the one who’s been layin’ here fer hours now.” “Hours? You’ve been there for forty-five minutes.” Dean stood up and placed his sketchpad and pencil down on the chair where he’d been sitting. “You must’ve needed to pee before we started. You probably did it on purpose to get out of modeling for me.” “No, Dean, I swear it’s not like that!” Seamus protested. “I’d never do that to ye, I promise!” “I know, I was just messing with you,” Dean replied, smirking. Seamus sighed in relief and relaxed; a burst of hot pee dampened his briefs until he clamped down on his muscles once again. He glanced down at his crotch and was grateful to see that there was no visible wet spot. “Can I go to the loo now?” he asked, trying not to sound as desperate as he felt. If he was completely honest with himself, he wasn’t sure he’d even manage to stand up with out completely pissing himself. It was unfairly embarrassing. Dean tilted his head to the side and looked at him contemplatively for a moment. “No.” And then he jumped onto Seamus’s bed and began tickling him fiercely. Seamus squirmed and tried to get away from Dean’s agile fingers, all the while laughing. Another spurt of pee warmed his briefs, quickly followed by another, longer one. He was sure to have a large wet patch on his jeans now. “Dean, stop, please!” Seamus begged. “I’m really gonna piss myself. Stop!” “You’re just a sore loser,” Dean taunted. “Dean!” Seamus wriggled for all he was worth, but the constant movement and laughter only caused his over-full bladder more undue stress. He lost all control over his muscles for the most terrifying five seconds of his life. He felt completely soaked and more than a little mortified. He’d never be able to hide this from Dean. Never. And then, as suddenly as Dean’s tickling onslaught had begun, it ended. Seamus lay on his back, panting and trying for all he was worth to keep the rest of his pee in. He thought he was doing a pretty good job, too. But Dean was looking down at him with an inscrutable look on his face. It sent tingles down Seamus’s spine—and another gush of pee into his briefs. And then Dean had swooped down and was kissing him. Seamus sighed; he’d fancied Dean for as long as he could remember but kept it hidden for quite obvious reasons. Kissing him now was more than he’d ever dared to dream for. Seamus wound his arms around Dean’s neck, and Dean slipped his tongue inside Seamus’s mouth. The sensations tearing through Seamus were too intense, too mind-blowing. He was so thoroughly distracted by Dean’s kiss that he completely forgot about his other predicament. And then his protesting bladder had decided for him. Seamus began peeing forcefully through his jeans. It took him several seconds to realize that his bladder was voiding itself, but by then it was too late to stop. He groaned in horror. He'd finally gotten a kiss from Dean, and now he was going to lose everything. “Dean, I—“ “Shut up and kiss me, Shay,” Dean murmured. He hadn’t even flinched at the wetness that was surely spreading through his jeans now, too. “But Dean—“ He was cut off by another kiss, and he was still vehemently peeing his pants. Maybe another thirty seconds passed while Seamus continued to pee all over himself, Dean, and the bed. When his bladder was finally, finally empty, he squirmed a bit uncomfortably. His pants were very damp and were growing clammy. It was not a pleasant sensation. At least, it wasn’t until his crotch began to feel warm again. Seamus was utterly confused, thinking that he’d somehow managed to begin peeing again, even though there was a distinct hollowness where he was certain his bladder used to reside. Dean pulled away slightly, and it was then that Seamus realized he wasn’t peeing, but being peed on. Dean was pissing his pants now. Seamus stared at his best friend for the longest minute of his life as pee soaked through his jeans—pee that was not his own. For his part, Dean just stared at the place where pee was pouring from his own pants. They had become so soaked that they couldn’t hold any more liquid, apparently, and the stream exiting Dean’s body looked something like the flow from a hose. When Dean finally finished peeing on Seamus, he looked up. Seamus continued to stare at him, wide-eyed. “What?” Dean asked, sounding somewhat defensive. “Y-ye just…” Seamus trailed off, unable to find words. “Yeah, well, so did you,” Dean said. “But why?” Seamus managed to force out. Dean shrugged, somewhat uncomfortable. “I sometimes do this thing where I hold in my pee all day, or as long as I can. I really needed a piss just now, y’know?” Seamus nodded, but he didn’t completely understand. “Why did ye make me piss mine?” “I dunno. I thought that maybe if you liked it, too, I wouldn’t feel so…depraved.” Oh. Seamus shrugged. “Well, I guess the adrenaline rush was pretty intense,” he conceded. “But how am I supposed to know if I like it if ye force me to do it?” Dean looked beyond shocked. “Do you mean to tell me that if I’d told you about this, you might’ve tried it willingly?” “Dunno, but it’s me we’re talkin’ about. Nothin’s impossible, Dean.” “Do…do you think maybe you’d want to do this with me tomorrow?” Dean asked hesitantly. Seamus grinned. “Only if ye promise to kiss me like that again.”
  24. Donar

    malefemale Draco's Mishaps

    I didn't even know I still had an account here. So, hello, I guess :) Over the past week I enjoyed a few of the stories here, so I thought I would write one for you myself. It is a Harry Potter fanfiction told mostly from the point of view of Draco. Hope you like it! Draco's Mishaps Monday, September 6th Draco was on his way to to the dungeons for his afternoon potions lesson. His third year at Hogwarts had just started a week ago and he was looking forward to the class. He liked potions. Not only did Draco have a natural aptness for the subject, Professor Snape, their head of house, was teaching it, and he was easily Draco's favorite teacher. The sun had been shining all day, and even though it was already Autumn, it was quite hot, so Draco had been drinking plenty of pumpkin juice at lunch. However, none of that heat had made its way down to the dungeons. As he stepped out of the sunlit stairwell and into the gloomy corridor, he was hit by the cool, damp air and he involuntarily shivered. At the sudden chill, he felt a small nudge from his lower abdomen, reminding him of where all that pumpkin juice had gone. He'd better take a quick detour to the loo before class. There was a bathroom near their potions classroom, and usually it was deserted, too. No one strayed down here except for potions lesson. That was an important consideration, because Draco didn't like crowded toilets. But when he was just a few steps away and about to quickly slip into the bathroom, the door opened and out stepped Potter and Weasley of all people. Draco stopped dead in his tracks, his hand almost automatically darted into his pocket and closed around his wand. For a second he hoped the two might ignore him and just head to class, but no such luck. Weasley had seen him, and they both got out their wands as well, staring at him. Draco didn't want to seem like a coward, so he started walking again. The two were blocking the way to the loo, and they weren't moving. He went past them and continued down the hallway towards their classroom. There was no way in hell he would ask them to step aside so he could use the loo, it was way too embarrassing. He didn't have to go that bad anyways. He could feel their stares on his back and it made the hair in his neck stand straight up, but he did not give them the satisfaction to turn around. They'd be mad if they tried anything here. Draco still gave a silent heave of relief when he stepped though the classroom door. He quickly went over to his friends Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle and sat down next to Theodore Nott in the row behind them. He and Theo had known each other longer than he could remember. Their fathers were old friends, and the Notts were every bit as ancient and pure-blooded as the Malfoys. When they were younger, Theo's dad had come visit Draco's parents quite regularly and he usually had brought Theo to play with Draco. They had gotten along well enough. Still were, in fact. Draco thought so at least, and Theo hadn't given him any reason to believe he thought otherwise, yet Draco was hesitant to call him a friend. He secretly eyed Theo. To be honest, Draco wasn't sure the stringy boy even had real friends. Didn't talk much. A bit of a loner, usually kept to himself. Draco was rather partnered with him than Crabbe or Goyle, though. Those two boors were useful for menial tasks, but they couldn't be trusted not to blow up their potion. Theo might have been a bit odd, but at least he wasn't an idiot like them. He got distracted from his thoughts as Professor Snape entered the classroom and audibly closed the door behind himself. He immediately started his lesson and told them to open their books. As Professor Snape went on explaining to them the potion they would be brewing the next day, Draco found it hard to focus on the subject. His bladder gave him another twinge to remind him of its fullness. He shifted around on his chair, trying to find a position that would ease the pressure in his lower stomach a bit. It didn't help and he gave up and instead started nervously scissoring his legs. Theo eyed him questioningly, Draco blushed and forced his legs to stay still. He eyed the clock, class had hardly started, still thirty minutes to go. He silently groaned. Damn pumpkin juice! Twenty more minutes passed and Draco was starting to grow desperate. He pressed his legs together tightly and as he felt another spasm from his bladder, he had to grab himself to keep anything from escaping. He moaned and slightly bent over. He had to piss so bad! Just forcing himself to sit still took all his concentration, so Theo had to nudge him before he realized Snape had called his name. Draco looked up. “Mr. Malfoy, I said: I believe you had prepared a report on the dandelion root!”, Professor Snape repeated himself in slight annoyance. “Y-yes, Professor! Sorry, Professor”, Draco croaked, panicky searching for his notes. “Today, if you don't mind, Mr. Malfoy”, Professor Snape said, the irritation now clear in his voice. Draco found the notes and hurriedly got up. His bladder jerked at the sudden movement and his eyes widened in horror as he felt a small squirt dampen his briefs. He desperately grabbed himself, and for a second he had to cross his legs. Then he realized that all eyes were on him. Someone giggled. The Weasel was pointing at him and whispering to Potter. Draco forced himself to remove the hand from his groin and to walk casually towards the front of the class. “The-the dandelion is a plant with many uses, its root is a common ingredient in many potions”, he began. Ten minutes! He only had to make it ten more minutes! He felt a jab in his lower abdomen and he lost another squirt as well as his train of thought. Stammering, he came to a halt and had to look at his notes. The front of his briefs felt more than a little wet by now, at least his robes would hide any wetness on his pants. He hoped! He didn't dare to look down to check. Draco uneasily shifted his weight from one leg to the other, but it only seemed to worsen the pressure. He was completely unable to stand still now, he just wished he could grab himself through his robes without anyone noticing. Potter and Weasley were snickering. Theo eyed him, too. Draco felt like the whole class had caught on on his predicament and was secretly laughing at him. He felt himself blush and wished he could just melt into the floor there and then, but he stubbornly went on with his presentation. Somehow, he made it through his whole report, though he came to a sudden halt as he read the last point in his notes. He felt his face go red again. “Therootissometimesusedasanaturaldiuretic”, he muttered. “What was that last bit?”, Snape asked mercilessly. Draco swallowed, but he obediently repeated more clearly: “On its own the root is sometimes used as a natural diuretic.” More giggling. “Thank you, Mr. Malfoy”, Professor Snape said, oblivious to the reason for his students' unruliness, “anything to add, Mr. Potter? Mr. Weasley?” The two wiped the nasty grins from their faces and hurriedly shook their heads. “Ten points from Gryffindor for talking during lesson”, Snape sneered, “if you two wish to pass this year, you would do better to take notes instead the next time you hear such an excellent presentation! Ten points to Slytherin, thank you, Mr. Malfoy! Class is dismissed!” Draco fled back to his place without another word. When he lowered himself into his chair, he lost another squirt. The table hid him from view and he finally was able to cross his legs again, which he desperately needed. He stifled a silent moan. At least sitting down the pain in his lower abdomen was a tiny bit less intolerable. He dared to finally take a quick look at his crotch, and to his great relief nothing showed on his robe. Despite his urgent need, he took his time to pack his things. Most other students had already left when he was done, Crabbe and Goyle had long stood up as well and gave him impatient looks. “Go ahead”, Draco told them, “I'll catch up to you at Defense against the Dark Arts!” He didn't want anyone to see him run for the loo, not after that disgraceful display just now. He waited for his two goons to leave. As soon as he was alone, he would make a beeline for the toilet. There were only a few straggler Gryffindor girls left, who were chatting with each other as they walked towards the door in an excruciatingly slow pace. Just hurry up and leave already! Theo was in no hurry either, he had finished packing his things ages ago, but he just lingered in his place. He leaned over and whispered: “What are you waiting for?” “What?”, Draco feigned confusion. “You have to go to the loo real bad.” It wasn't a question. “No, I don't!”, Draco insisted. “Oh, come on! The whole class could see how bad you had to pee!” “I DON'T HAVE TO PEE!”, Draco hissed at him. His outburst made the two Gryffindor girls, who were just walking through the door, turn around and look at them. He felt himself blushing. “OK, OK, my mistake”, Theo agreed, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Draco waited a moment longer, but since Theo apparently didn't plan on leaving any time soon, he got up himself. “See you at Defense against the Dark Arts! Bye!”, he hurriedly muttered. But just then Theo stood up with him. “Wait!”, he said, “I wanted to talk to you about Quidditch training!” “Not now! Tonight, OK?”, Draco said desperately. “I'll just walk with you”, Theo suggested and ran after him. Draco groaned. Theo continued to talk while he followed him outside and down the hallway. Something about last year's match against Gryffindor. Draco didn't really listen nor did he care. His bladder was throbbing so bad, it hurt. They had reached the bathroom door. When Draco stopped walking he immediately had to cross his legs. He moved a hand down to hold himself, trying to somehow make it look casual. He squirmed and stared at the door longingly. Relief was so close! “I... I forgot something in class!”, he lied, “go ahead! I'll just...” Theo's eyes followed his gaze knowingly. Happily, he said: “I'll go back with you.” Draco gasped and doubled over as he felt another sharp stab from his tortured bladder. Couldn't that guy take a hint? “No! Just go already!”, he whined. He didn't care anymore that he was openly holding himself with both hands right in front of the other boy. Theo eyed him curiously a moment longer, then he just grinned and waved at him. “See you in class then!”, he called, turned, and ran away. As soon as Theo was out of sight, Draco made a dash for the bathroom, running straight for the first stall. The sight of the toilet made his bladder spasm in anticipation. He felt some getting out. Panicky, he pulled at his belt. “No! No! Wait! Not yet! Not yet!”, he wailed in despair as he felt the pee soaking through his briefs and running down his legs. It felt so good now that he had started to let go, he just couldn't stop the flow. He could feel his hands get wet, finally he managed to open his belt and unbutton his pants. All the time wetting forcefully, he just yanked them all down in one go. He aimed his member at the bowl to finish in the toilet and moaned in relief. He peed for over a minute before his stream at last started to trickle down and finally stopped. The bursting pain in his lower abdomen had been replaced by a dull emptiness, Draco felt so relieved, he was a little dizzy. He reached for his pants and pulled them up to examine the damage. The front and inside of the legs were completely soaked and there was a puddle around his feet. “Aww, dragon dung!”, Draco muttered. He got out his wand to point it at his pants. “Tergeo!”, he whispered a cleaning spell. A sudden, tingling sensation rushed down his legs. Draco looked down at his now dry again pants with a relieved smile. He took care of the puddle on the floor in the same way. That had been a close call! And he hadn't even made it all the way. He didn't dare to think of how close he had come to an accident right in front of his whole class.
  25. "Go Harry!" Hermione and Ginny shouted words of encouragement to Harry and the rest of the Griffindor team as they soared around the Quidditch pitch, desperately trying to outmatch Slytherin in a particularly intense match. Ron was with Dean and Seamus, so Hermione decided she wanted to sit with Ginny and have "girl-talk". While Harry and Ron were certainly entertaining and loyal, sometimes Hermione just wanted to talk to other girls; unfortunately, her know-it-all attitude effectively isolated her from the rest of the girls. Hermione was used to being badmouthed by girls in every house, and mainly confided in Ginny whenever Harry or Ron weren't available. Ginny was just happy to be around Hermione, a girl two years her senior, and someone who Ginny respected. Both Hermione and Ginny had their traditional Griffindor outfit on-the customary buttoned white shirt, red and gold tie, robe, knee-length skirt, and stockings. As the players continued to race around the field, Hermione felt a gust of wind threaten to blow up her skirt and expose her plain cotton panties to the onlookers; fortunately, she managed to firmly keep her skirt down with both hands. Ginny, who hadn't worn too many skirts growing up with only brothers, was unprepared for the sudden gust that grasped her shirt and flung it upward. With a gasp, Ginny looked on in horror as her pink thong was buffeted by the breeze. Ginny had never liked the drab cotton underwear that Hermione seemed to find comfort in, opting for more scandulous choices. On this occassion, Ginny was embarassed at the peep show she had accidentally given anyone watching, a managed to tackle her skirt before further damage ensued. Looking around, Ginny was relieved to see that nobody witnessed her accident, and Hermione simply pretended not to notice as Ginny smoothed down the crevices of her skirt. After fixing her image, Ginny took a drink of her pumpkin juice, and continued cheering as Wood blocked another goal. Around 15 minutes later, Ginny felt a small pang in her abdomen as her bodily fluids coursed through her body with renewed vigor. While Ginny tried to ignore the sudden urge, her bladder continued growing in size, and she was constantly irritated by its motions. Subconsciously, she rubbed her legs together in an effort to relieve some of the mounting tension. To her left, Hermione sat intently focused on the game when she noticed her own abdomen beginning to swell. Hermione had two goblets of pumpkin juice during breakfast, and while she traditionally had a strong bladder, she felt her resolve beginning to slip. Not willing to miss the match, Hermione simply grimaced and shifted her legs in an attempt to get her mind off of her bladder. After another 10 minutes, Harry and Draco were still searching for the Quaffle, and the game seemed to have no intention of finishing anytime soon. At this point, light perspiration was beginning to form on Ginny's forehead as she strained to control the mounting tension inside of her throbbing urethra. Normally, Ginny was fairly outgoing and would have no problem speaking up about her bodily needs; around Hermione, Ginny wanted to be respected and treated as equal, so she maintained silence as she continued to struggle. Making sure Hermione wasn't looking, Ginny quietly moved the hand rested on her lap into the folds of her labia in an attempt to supress the volumes of liquid threatening to sneak through her peehole. Meanwhile, Hermione was feeling her own bladder cry for attention, but tried to focus on maintaining control. When she looked to her side, she noticed Ginny's face was slightly red, and she seemed to be squirming uncontrollably. Hermione quickly deduced that her friend was having the same bladder problems that she was, especially when she heard Ginny quitely moaning under her breath. "Ginny. Do you want to come use the loo with me?" Hermione asked innocuously, in an attempt to preserve both her diginity as well as Ginny's. For her part, Ginny seemed almost relieved that Hermione had brokered the subject without Ginny's prompting. "Yes," she replied, "I don't think we'll be missing much if we hurry." As Hermione and Ginny began their trek from the Quidditch pitch to the bathrooms a quarter mile away, Ginny began feeling her resolve slip as her recycled pumpkin juice slammed against her urethra. Ginny gasped and put her hand between her leg as she felt a tiny drop gain freedom from her womanhood and create a dime-sized spot in her otherwise immaculate pink panties. "Um, Hermione?" Ginny asked, her self-control and dignity slowly seeping away, "I think we should probably hurry over to the loos. I've been bursting for quite sometime, and I don't know how much longer I can hold it." Hermione was facing a predicament of her own. The urine coursing through her was begging for an exit, and she too didn't know if she could pee without having a messy accident. "I've been dying for a pee also Ginny, and I don't know how much longer I can hold it." Hermione copied Ginny and stuck her hand between her legs to stop the tsunami building up inside of her body. They continued on until the bathrooms were finally in sight. Both Ginny and Hermione moaned sighs of relief, and quickened their paces in an effort to dispose of their urine. Unfortunately, as they approached the bathrooms, Pansy and her Slytherin posse of girls stepped out of the bathroom and recognized the pair with a sneer. "Granger and Weasley! I didn't know that you'd leave the Quidditch pitch, I figured you'd watch Harry as much as possible. I guess that means you're pretty desperate, huh?" "Pansy, quit messing around and leave us alone. We haven't done anything." As Hermione spoke, she took her hands out from between her legs, allowing a small streak of yellow to run through her formerly pristine panties. "I don't think I'll leave you alone. In fact..." Pansy quickly cast the immobilizing spell on Hermione and Ginny and laughed as she saw the fright in their eyes. "Girls, I think you should quit strutting around the school, pretending that you're something special. In fact, to teach you a lesson, I'll humiliate you both here today." Pansy knocked Ginny in the stomach with a spell, causing the previous immobilizing charm to burst. Unfortunately, the spell sent Ginny flying to the ground, with her knees up and skirt in full display. The sudden motion was too much for Ginny's bladder, and Hermione watched in horror as her friends panties darkened as urine spread throughout them. When her panties were fully saturated, the pee began trickling into Ginny's stockings, down her legs, and into her shoes, creating streaks up and down her inner thighs. As Ginny's eyes filled with tears as she put her legs down, the puddle around her ass spread impressively until, after roughly a minute, Ginny's taxed bladder had finished spraying. Hermione could only look on with horror as Ginny sat in the dirt, crying, with her skirt and panties completely darkened front and back. Pansy could only laugh, and turned to Hermione with a sneer. "Don't worry Granger, I've got something special planned for you." Pansy cried "Levicorpus!" and Hermione felt her body twist upside-down and gently float in air. She hazily saw an image of Pansy approaching her, then felt a forceful pressure in her stomach. Hermione's streaked panties quickly filled up with pee as well, but instead of running down her legs, the pee obeyed the rules of gravity and ran down Hermione's shirt and quickly covered her face. Hermione tried to scream, but her mouth quickly filled with pee, and she rapidly spit it out and suffered her humiliation silently. Hermione suddenly dropped to floor as Pansy and her crew left Hermione and Ginny to their accidents. Hermione looked over at Ginny, and instead of seeing the embarassment and humiliation Pansy had hoped to create, she saw Ginny's eyes narrow in anger. Hermione stood up, surveyed the damage on her and Ginny, and said, "Don't worry Ginny. I know how to get Pansy back." So, I intend to write a follow-up to the story, but I wouldn't mind taking requests on what direction the story should play out. Also, does anybody want to see messing in the next chapter? I'm willing to write it, but if people are turned off by it or don't think it should be in the story, I'm fine with omitting it.