...‘It’s only a stupid game of Quidditch,’ Pansy continued as Malfoy sobbed silently.‘It’s not just that you stupid woman!’ Malfoy blurted...out, ‘it’s the Dark Lord; he’s set me an impossible task. He wants me to kill Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of our time! How the fuck am I meant to do that?’‘The Dark Lord wouldn’t set you this task if he thought you couldn’t achieve it,’ replied Pansy impatiently.‘Plus it’s not just that,’ Malfoy continued, apparently not hearing what Pansy had said, ‘he. ‘Skinny looking little thing, short hair, t-shirt and jeans.’ I added. They all wrote it down in their little note pads. ‘Bleeding I think, maybe you can follow the drops?’ I added again, trying to be helpful. They all just looked at me some more, I wanted to ask them if I was interfering with their doughnut break but I kept my mouth shut. It only took maybe an hour or so, then Hal drove me home. They gave me my pistol back, plus the little baggie of ammo. They kept my knife though, something. ." She sighed as she pulled into our parents' driveway. She looked at me, attempting to be strong, but I saw past her facade. "No seriously Anthony. This can't continue." I feigned agreement. "Ok, ok, you are right." A sigh of relief escaped her perfect cocksucking lips. "But I got to ask one last thing?" Nervous trepidation quickly returned to her face. "How did you get so good at it?" "I don't want to get into this," she replied, unbuckling her seat belt. "Lilly, you can tell me here or in. It was feeling good as he moved in and out. She suddenly realized that this is what the men who got on top of her Maw were doing. The boy was making sounds and saying things that showed he really liked what he was doing and that made her a bit proud of herself. All of a sudden he slowed down and pushed in real hard and she felt some hot liquid spurt deep inside. He was groaning and when that stopped he pulled out. She felt empty. He put his tube away and zipped up his pants.Some other boys had.