Thread: What's he got that I haven't? (Maxy x littlemspixel)

Drake couldn't understand why nobody would believe him. A few years ago his parents had told him that they were not his real parents, but that they had adopted him at the age of 5, shortly after the tragic death of his real parents in an accident. Ever since then he had been performing research, trying to look back into his family history, then just a week ago he had made an incredible discovery. He'd had to double check several times, going back through all his notes, all his research, everything, but there was no doubt....no doubt at all....Drake himself was the last descendant of the greatest, most famous Wizard of all time, Merlin himself. At first Drake had been proud, sure that this would finally start to earn him some attention, some friends, these past few years at Hogwarts had been incredibly lonely for the Ravenclaw boy. Every attempt to make friends had ended in failure at best, ridicule and embarassment at worst. But.....when he tried to tell people, tried to show them, they just laughed. The mere suggestion that he was descended from such a great wizard....they found it absurd. Nobody would even look at his research, just dismissing his claims as nonsense. Then they accused him of simply being jealous of Harry Potter, of trying to upstage the Boy who lived....after the first accusation that was what everyone began to say....what everyone began to accuse him of. Even when Drake stopped trying tell others, the accusations still came. How he loathed that Potter boy....what had he done? Simply lived? Sure, at first he had resented his own fame....but lately he seemed to be accepting it, wallowing in it, using it, lapping up the attention, particularly from the girls, like he had done something to earn it. Well....no more....Drake would stand no more of this. If everyone was going to accuse him of trying to upstage Harry Potter, of just trying to divert the attention of women away from him and to himself instead...fine...that was just what he would do! After all....Drake's discovery hadn't gone unrewarded. Buried deep in books left behind he had found clues, subtle hints to powerful spellbooks hidden away at Hogwarts by Merlin.....and as a true descendant only Drake had been able to find them. These past few days he had immersed himself in the books, learning everything he could, and now a plan had formulated in his mind....and he had the means to carry it out. Ugh..... Drake grunted as his hand pumped furiously. The potion was almost ready....it just needed one final ingredient, his own essence, ensuring that the focus of the potions effects would be towards him and no other. To that end, the boy was stood, furiously masturbating himself over a bubbling cauldron of blue liquid. Between his legs, massively swollen balls swung against his legs, he needed much more semen than just a normal orgasm could create, so he'd taken a potion to massively increase that as well. Ah...ah.... The boy worked himself until finally he felt it happen, with a long low groan he pointed his erection downwards as cum erupted, shooting forth like water from a hose, pumping out a good 3 litres of thick cum into the cauldron before the flow stopped. The cauldron bubbled, the liquid swirling and frothing, before it settled back down, now becoming a completely transparent and odourless fluid. Perfect....it was ready.... The following day Drake had put his plan into action, his first target already clearly identified in his mind....then again it had been since the early stages of this plan. His eyes watched as Ginny Weasley ate her breakfast, just watching silently, waiting for the oppertunity to present itself. Hidden amongst the food at the Gryffindor table was a vial of his potion, ready and waiting for....there! He saw as she looked away, discussing something with someone else. With a quick flick of his wand, Drake brought the vial up, emptying the contents into Ginny's drink before hiding the now empty vial once again. The boy couldn't help but grin as he watched the girl, the supposed object of Harry Potter's affections, down the rest of her drink, along with his potion. Still....the effects wouldn't be immediate....they needed a catalyst...... When breakfast was over, Drake stood along with many others, turning to head out. It was a Saturday, no classes...perfect. Discreetly he followed Ginny, waiting until the crowds had thinned out, until they were outside in the courtyard and there were few people around. Um....Miss Weasley...? Drake spoke up from behind her, approaching her quickly, looking as shy and nerdy as always. Um....can I...just ask you something...? He looked up at her with a slight smile. Part of him regretted what he was about to do, feeling a little guilty....but it would soon pass...after all, she'd want him to do it soon enough. Before Ginny could tell him to buzz off, he grabbed her arm, suddenly yanking her into a grove of bushes beside them, using the surprise to tumble and pin her to the ground. Ginny....I can't let Harry have you....you have to be mine.... With no subtlety, Drake's inexperienced hands went to grasp at Ginny's chest through her clothing, the other hand pinning her arms up above her. All he had to do was get her aroused.....now she had drank the potion, any arousal would cause it to take effect....