Two weeks later the campus was buzzing like someone had lit a fire under it.

The moment Draco Malfoy strutted through the main gates on his matte-black bike, girls literally squealed. A group of three slutty sophomores in micro-skirts ran up to him, pressing their tits against his arms.

“Draco! You’re back! We missed your big cock so much,” one of them whined, already rubbing her thigh against his.

He smirked, big hand slapping one girl’s ass loud enough for everyone to hear. “Missed you too, sluts. Been jerking off thinking about how tight your throats are. Tonight. My place. All three of you. Bring lube — I’m not going easy.”

They giggled like idiots and scampered off. Draco’s dark eyes scanned the quad once… and locked on the tiny figure hurrying toward the English Lit building.

Harry.

She was wearing an even tinier outfit today — a baby-blue cropped hoodie that barely covered the bottom swell of her massive tits and the shortest white pleated skirt she owned. The hem fluttered against her thick, juicy ass with every scared step. Her pink nipples were still faintly bruised under the thin fabric; she’d spent every night rubbing ointment on them and whimpering his name. Her fat pink pussy had been clenching every time she remembered his pinch. She kept her head down, glasses slipping, books clutched to her chest like armor.

She was terrified.

The second she stepped into the lecture hall, he was already there.

Draco dropped into the seat right next to her — the one no one ever took because it was “nerd row.” His massive thigh pressed against her soft one immediately. He leaned in, hot breath on her ear, voice low and mocking.

“Miss me, snitch?”

Harry jumped so hard her tits jiggled. Her cheeks flamed crimson. “Draco… p-please… I-I didn’t—”

“Shhh,” he whispered, lips brushing her earlobe. “Professor’s starting. Be a good little nerd and stay quiet… or I’ll make those pretty nipples even sorer right here.”

The lecture began. Harry tried — she really tried — to focus on Jane Eyre. But Draco’s deep voice kept pouring filth straight into her ear the entire hour.

“You know what I did the whole two weeks I was suspended, baby? I jerked my fat cock every night thinking about how your virgin cunt probably drips when you’re scared. Bet it’s doing it right now, huh? That fat pink pussy getting wet under this tiny skirt while you pretend to be such a good girl.”

Harry’s thighs squeezed together. Her nipples stiffened instantly against her hoodie.

“Fuck, look at you trembling,” he breathed. “You’ve never had a real man, have you? Never had a thick cock stretch that tight little hole. I bet if I slid my hand under this skirt right now you’d soak my fingers like a desperate slut.”

She was breathing fast, glasses fogging slightly. Her highlighter shook in her hand.

The professor suddenly called out, “Harry? Care to share your thoughts on the symbolism of the red room?”

Harry’s mouth opened. Nothing came out. For the first time in her entire college life… she had no answer. Her mind was completely blank, flooded with Draco’s dirty words.

“I… I-I…” Her voice cracked. The whole class turned to stare. Someone snickered. “Virgin Library can’t even answer anymore?”

Harry’s eyes filled with tears. She looked down at her notebook, humiliated. Draco chuckled softly beside her, so low only she could hear.

“Good girl. First time you’re speechless… and it’s all because of me.”

The second class ended, he was on her like a shadow.

He followed her down the corridor with two of his friends — big, tattooed guys who laughed at everything he said.

“Yo, look at the snitch running,” one of them called out. “Harry, right? The girl who got our boy suspended? Nice tits, nerd. Bet they bounce when you cry.”

Draco smirked, walking so close behind her that his chest almost brushed her back. “Keep moving, baby. Don’t stop. I like watching that fat ass jiggle in this tiny skirt. You wear shit like this to tease virgins like yourself, don’t you?”

They cornered her near the water fountain. Draco pressed her back against the wall with just his presence, arms caging her in.

“Two weeks of hell starts now, snitch,” he growled. “Every day. Every fucking minute. I’m gonna make sure this pretty nerd face is always red and teary.”

Over the next few days it only got worse.

He followed her everywhere.

One crowded corridor between classes, the hallway was packed shoulder-to-shoulder. Harry tried to squeeze through when suddenly she felt it — Draco’s massive, rock-hard bulge “accidentally” grinding right against her plump ass from behind. The thick ridge of his cock was enormous, hot even through his jeans, pressing between her cheeks like it belonged there.

She gasped sharply, “Ah—!”

Draco’s big hands gripped her hips for one second, holding her still while he rolled his hips twice, slow and filthy, letting her feel every inch of his hardness. “Oops,” he whispered in her ear, voice dripping with fake innocence. “Crowded today, huh? Damn… your ass is so soft and fat. Bet it’s never been touched before. You’re clenching, aren’t you, virgin? I can feel your whole body shaking. That nerd pussy getting wet for a real man’s cock?”

Harry’s eyes watered instantly. Her fat pink pussy fluttered and clenched hard under her panties, a tiny gush of slick soaking the cotton. She whimpered, mortified.

Draco laughed low. “Look at that reaction. Pathetic. Who the fuck would even want a nerd pussy like yours? So untouched and boring. Bet it’s ugly and tight and useless. Only good for crying on my cock when I finally break you open.”

He stepped back like nothing happened, leaving her flushed, teary, and throbbing.

In the library that afternoon he followed her to her usual corner table. He dropped into the chair right beside her, thigh spread wide so it pinned hers open.

“No studying today, snitch,” he murmured, leaning in so close his lips grazed her ear again. “I want you dripping and stupid. Imagine my thick cock sliding between these huge tits… fucking them raw while you cry and beg. Bet your nipples would leak if I sucked them hard enough. You ever taste your own pussy, nerd? I bet you do at night when you’re touching that fat little clit thinking about bad boys like me.”

Harry couldn’t focus. Her highlighter slipped from her fingers. She was soaked, panties sticking to her puffy lips, and she hated how her body betrayed her.

In the cafeteria the next day she sat alone with her small salad. Draco appeared out of nowhere, sliding into the seat across from her.

“Feed me,” he ordered, smirking.

Harry’s eyes widened in horror. “W-what…?”

“You heard me, baby. Pick up that fork and feed your bully like a good little slut. Or I’ll bend you over this table and show everyone how wet your nerd cunt is right now.”

Trembling, she picked up a piece of cucumber and brought it to his lips with shaky fingers. He opened his mouth, took it slowly, tongue deliberately licking her fingertips.

“Mmm. Tastes better from your hand. Again.”

Students around them started whispering and laughing.

“Omg, is Virgin Library feeding Draco? What a desperate loser.”

“Bet she’s paying for ratting him out with her pussy.”

Harry’s tears spilled over. Draco just grinned wider.

Sometimes he made it even crueler. He’d pull one of the campus sluts onto his lap right in front of Harry’s table — some girl in a skirt shorter than hers — and start making out loudly. His big hand would slide up under the girl’s top, groping her tits openly while he stared straight at Harry.

“Fuck, your tits are nice and perky, baby,” he’d groan loud enough for Harry to hear. “Not like that nerd’s fat udders. I bet hers are all soft and heavy and useless. You gonna let me fuck these pretty tits later? Yeah? Gonna cover them in my cum while the snitch watches and cries?”

The girl moaned into his mouth. Draco’s eyes never left Harry’s horrified, flushed face.

By the end of the week Harry was a mess — constantly teary, pussy aching, nipples sore again from how hard they stayed hard under his filthy stares. She couldn’t study. Couldn’t eat. Couldn’t breathe without feeling his presence.

And Draco was just getting started.