Woman's Revenge

"Ah, Malfoy. I think you better come see this."

Draco Malfoy looked up from his desk and stared disinterestedly at the bulky shape looming at his dormitory door. I really should remember to close the door more often, he thought. Too late to feign sleep, he knew she wouldn't go away until he dismissed her with some type of acknowledgement. Being idolized was not all wine and roses and Millicent Bulstrode made it more like beer and poison ivy. But she served her purpose faithfully, requiring only an occasional wink or two thrown her way to keep her loyal and happy. No one kept him updated with Hogwart's gossip, fact and fiction, as well as she. Plus the Slytherin common room was her back yard and no one played there with out her knowledge.

"What now Millicent?"

"Well Crabbe and Goyle just brought you a present and—well, you just got to do something about those two, Draco. They need to be taught another lesson about what we allow brought into our common room."

She kept track of Crabbe and Goyle for him like a bloodhound and Draco wondered where her tastes ran concerning them. Draco puffed up his cheeks and exhaled slowly.

"Pet trolls would be easier to train than those two." He scowled. "I'll be down in a moment."

Maybe Millicent could teach them how to behave properly, he though. She certainly could hold her own against them. All three together? Now there was a sight. Grinning wickedly he reached for his deck of wizard cards and contemplated the idea further. A Friday night poker game could be just the thing. Not for money of course. What did he need more of that for? No, to the winner of this game went the losers to be used in whatever way he wished for the night. And it was ‘he’ because Draco had no intention of loosing.

Moments later he emerged into the common room to the sounds of cat calls and heckling. Towering over the small crowd that had gathered around them stood Crabbe, Goyle and a doe eyed Bulstrode. Parting for the approaching Slytherin royalty, the crowed moved aside as Malfoy approached.

Not much pleased Draco; what he wanted he usually got. So the gift that now lay on the ground by his feet came as a pleasant surprise. Bound and gagged, looking for all the world like the toad he cherished, lay Neville Longbottom.

"Well, well, well—what do we have here?" Draco spoke, the malice clear in his voice. “Harry Potter's pet. Tell me Longbottom, do you let yourself get tied up for your Gryffindor roommates as well? Do you squeal like the good little piggy that you are? I'm sure you'd make a better girlfriend for Weasley than that filthy little Mudblood he's doing."

Raucous laughter echoed throughout the room and both Crabbe and Goyle beamed at Malfoy's evident pleasure with their gift to him. Millicent didn't seem as pleased he noted and he wondered for a moment if a foursome with a cuffed Longbottom would put a smile on her face.

"Come now Longbottom. Let me show you how Slytherins play with each other. Join us in our weekly poker game, won't you?" He bent down and grasped Neville's face in his thin cold hands. "To the winner of this game goes the spoils and I intend on spoiling my classmates with a game they won't soon forget."

He stood and smiled with the charm and charisma that got him what he wanted every time

"Strip poker. Nothing wild but me. Last one dressed gets the other four plus Longbottom for the night to do with as they please. Crabbe, Goyle, Flint and Bulstrode pull up chairs and lets get started. The quicker this is over the more time I'll have to watch tonight."

He winked at Millicent who had gone paler than usual and watched the smiles disappear from Crabbe and Goyle as Malfoy's plan sunk into their thick skulls.

Goyle actually spoke, something the room seldom heard. "Aah, Draco what happens if I win?"

Draco snorted at the idea but humored Goyle with a response. "Then I guess I'll have to show our guest Mr. Longbottom how much better I handle a broomstick than he does."

The common room table soon sported five chairs around it and Draco began shuffling the cards he had brought from his game set. These were wizard cards for games other than snap. To blow them up would be a shame because the cards themselves could entertain the wizard more so than the game he played.

A gift from Millicent for Christmas, the set consisted of the cards plus a chess set, gob stones, and cribbage pieces all spelled to assist the owner in winning. When he first received the gift he noted with disdain the inexpensive quality. After all, he had his own set of gob stones made of solid gold and a chess set of precious stones. The cards, however, stood out as unique and Malfoy instantly saw the potential in them.

The face cards displayed experts all skilled in battle. The vivid works of art often crossed to the other cards in a player's hand where they battled amongst one another for the favor of the ladies depicted through out the deck. Spades and clubs were the weapons of choice for the gentlemen of the deck while the ladies of the diamond suit were decked out wearing diamonds. Only diamonds. Most satisfying for Draco though were the hearts, all of which depicted the various winners of the battles in acts of 'love' with the ladies of this suit. Thirteen positions and Draco planned to master them all.

Looking at Millicent, Draco found himself wondering whether or not she knew about the nature of the cards when she bought the gift set. Of course looking at Millicent also made him wonder if she even knew what those thirteen women were doing!

Dealing the first hand, Draco waited for the reaction he knew the deck would bring. "Distract the enemy," his father often said. Crabbe and Goyle just gaped at their respective hands, identical looks of lust on their faces. Flint whose tastes were more refined than the trolls on either side of him, looked up with a pleased expression on his face and remarked, "Nice deck of cards you've got here Malfoy."

"Why thank you Marcus," Malfoy's voice drawled slowly. "I thought they would be appropriate for the occasion."

He didn't bother to mention who he had received them from but looked up and noted that Millicent appeared rather flush now and kept glancing at the prone form of Neville Longbottom out of the corner of her eye.

"Five card draw, nothing wild," Malfoy repeated, discarding two cards and replacing them with the speed of a skilled Seeker. No one was faster with his hands than Draco, both on his broom and with his broom!

The first deal went round, each player replacing various cards of their hand for new ones, and Draco watched smugly as the other men at the table frowned despite the x-rated show going on in their hands. Millicent's face, not as easy to read as those of the three men, revealed nothing and Draco's gaze returned to his own hand. He had two pairs, aces and eights, good enough he knew to win this round. He planned on winning most of the hands, as well as the game, because the spell he had placed on the deck guaranteed it.

"Well gentlemen, oh and Millicent, I believe two pair will earn me the privilege of demanding one shirt from each of you." Laying his cards down a smug smile crept across his face and he knew by their reactions he was correct. He had won the first hand.

Flint scowled and tossed his hand into the middle of the table.

"The least you could do is start with the shoes," he griped. He wasn't happy playing this game but he didn't dare say no to Malfoy. It was only because of the Malfoy's deep pockets that the Slytherin Quidditch team was so well equipped.

"Look who you're sitting between Marcus," Draco indicated with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Have you ever smelt their feet? And the least you can do is worry about loosing that shirt. Looks like a hand-me-down from the Weasleys," said Draco to snide laughter from those gathered around him. He reached out one long leg and kicked Neville hard in the butt. "Isn't that right Longbottom? Gran does such a fine job of picking your clothes out I'm sure Weasley would love to have your shirt."

With a flick of his wand and the words Accio, Draco removed Longbottom's shirt with a loud rip and tossed it aside. Crabbe and Goyle obediently removed their shirts revealing pale undulating hills of flesh. Flint's broad chest denoted the athletic Quiddditch captain's physical nature but the fact that he had a third nipple turned Draco off instantly.

Draco looked at them all with contempt but they were clueless to his stares because their eyes were now rooted to his right on Millicent Bulstrode. She had calmly removed her school robes, unbuttoned her shirt and neatly folded it on her lap.

To say he was surprised would be an understatement. He had never given Millicent a second glance in the seven years they had been together at Hogwarts. Therefore, the sight that greeted his eyes left him speechless. The lush, shapely breasts that sat upright in the low cut black lace bra drew a gasp from Flint and wide-eyed stares from the rest of the room. Even Neville seemed to be smiling under his gag. Never in Draco's wildest dreams--and they were wild--would he have imagined something like those concealed under the shapeless wraps Millicent choose to wear.

And her figure didn't stop there. Her long neck and shoulders were graceful. Her smooth and flawless skin and her curvaceous waist lead to a smooth, hard stomach and ample hips upon which her jeans sat just below her navel. Under Hogwart's robes the body of an Amazon goddess had hidden for years.

Saying nothing he passed the deal to his left getting Crabbe's attention only after a swift kick to his shins. The cards were dealt again leaving Draco with a low strait. Quite certain his hand would win, he was already visualizing what those breasts would do in the cool air once that bra was removed. But when Millicent lay down a flush, Draco realized he'd have to wait a little longer to see what would pop-up.

"I believe you owe me one shirt, Draco. Boys your shoes please." Quietly she bent down and removed Neville's shoes. Doing so caused her breasts to bulge forward giving Draco a view he wanted more of.

Flint dealt next. This time a full house earned Millicent four pair of trousers and Draco's shoes.

Looking her strait in the face he handed her his Docs and spoke with a slight touch of malice in his voice. “It appears my cards are favoring you tonight more than me. I wonder why that is?”

"Things are often not what they appear." She smiled sweetly back at him and Draco realized he had never seen her smile like that before. Who was this woman and what had she done with the normally aggressive square jaw that usually frowned at him?

Goyle's thick fingers shuffled the cards and passed them around the table. Draco knew he should be winning. He had placed a shuffling spell on these cards himself. Dealing first meant that all subsequent shuffles should align themselves--no matter who was shuffling-- to give Draco a winning hand. Why then did Millicent continue to draw the very cards he needed to win?

Smiling again at her win, she gathered socks from the three men to her right and turned to address Draco once more. “Boxers or briefs Draco? Remove those trousers and we'll see if it's white tighties or if you need room for your boys."

Crabbe and Goyle shifted uncomfortably in their white briefs while Flint's boxer briefs showed he dressed left. Draco stood and removed his Hillfiger's revealing silky black boxers.

Her jeans were coming off next. He'd see to it even if it meant taking them off of her himself. Sitting down he smiled shrewdly. Two could cheat at this game as well as one.

Millicent reached for the cards and cast a coy sideways glance at Draco. He returned her stare but his look, nowhere near as pleasant as hers, warned her that he had no intention of loosing.

Dealing the cards slowly, Draco noted her bare arms and hands. Normally in long-sleeved school robes, her arms moved before him with fluid grace, her fingers tipped in blood red polish. Polish? When in the hell did she start to polish her nails?

Draco realized with some satisfaction that this hand held promise. Three of a Kind. He also noted that Crabbe had just discarded the Queen he needed to make his a hand of Ladies. Four of them! Discarding two cards, he watched Millicent place the desired number of cards in front of each man and then with the skill of a Seeker, Draco claimed Crabbe's discarded Queen as his own.

With great flourish he laid his hand down knowing that only four Kings or a Royal Flush could beat him and he still held one King. Millicent laid down her Ace high Straight and Draco knew he had her.

"I believe I need your jeans now," he spoke in an uncharacteristically rushed manor. Tearing his gaze from her he sneered at the prone figure still lying between he and Millicent. “And Longbottom's as well. We've been leaving our guest out of the game.”

Rising, she reached to her waist and slowly unfastened her jeans. Draco could feel a palpable difference in the heat of the room now. It felt as if a blast furnace burned around him and he shifted uncomfortably as a more intense heat began to throb under the table. Locking eyes with only Malfoy she wiggled her pants leisurely down, stepped out of them, and stood in full splendor before him. Her black lace panties, barely covering her curvaceous hips matched her bra, and their high cut sides only added to the length of her long luscious legs.

He knew Millicent was tall, taller than he in fact, but she always seemed to have her head hunched down and never once did he remember her actually standing and looking directly at him. As she now stood before him Draco realized she had the legs of a runway model with an ass to match.

Turning her backside to Draco, Millicent bent at the waist and untied Neville's bounds from around his feet. Her firm bottom, now inches from Malfoy's face, bobbed nimbly before him. Reaching to Neville's waste she unbuttoned his trousers and began to tug with a rocking motion sliding them down his legs. Pulling them off she crouched down to help him set up in the process sliding her silken backside down Malfoys calf. Standing once more she returned to her seat and announced: "Your deal Draco."

Draco reached for the deck and shuffled them, concentrating hard on the spell he had cast earlier. He had to concentrate on something to control the desire welling up within him. He was not going to be made a fool of with his own deck of cards. Especially by a woman!

Dealing the sixth hand rapidly he picked up his cards and swore. He held nothing of use and needed to draw four more cards in an effort to get at least a pair. Millicent drew one card and Flint echoed Draco's sentiments with a few choice words of his own.

Laying down a five Heart Flush, Millicent flushed herself at the various sexual acts the cards preformed with obvious pleasure. "And that I believe will get me two briefs, one boxer-brief and two pairs of socks."

"Draco, you're not going to let her..."

"Shut up Flint," Draco hissed. "I have every intention of winning this game and then you'll see just how much fun we'll have." He picked up the Queen of Hearts and held it for Flint to see. "I intend to discover if this can be done. If you plan on helping me find out then drop your drawers. If not, leave now and I'll enjoy having Millicent anyway!"

"Crabbe, Goyle, you heard her. Your briefs. But please be careful where you put them. I just ate." Those left in the common room chuckled nervously and Draco noted several of the girls giggling and whispering to one another.

Lumbering to their feet they paused for only a moment and then in unison both dropped their underwear.

Two girls squealed with delight while the third shouted, "I told you so, you two owe me five galleons each."

"Well now," Malfoy drawled. "It appears hand and feet size are not always true indications are they?" The two men just glowered at him and returned to their seats in obvious embarrassment.

"That just proves which head you two think with" Draco continued, setting his socks folded on the table.

"Flint. Surely you're not afraid to follow that act?"

"Hardly."

Rising from the table he walked boldly to Millicent and promptly removed his boxer-briefs. Hard and erect he stood there in front of her daring a comparison.

The eroticism of the moment sent tingling strings of fire through Malfoy. Lascivious thoughts flashed through his mind and he realized he didn't care; win or loose he was going to show Bulstrode all thirteen of those positions.

"Hmm Flint," Millicent said, looking directly at his erect member. "Reminds me of an Oakshaft 69. You should recognize the racing model. Handsome broom with a very thick oaken handle, designed for endurance flying and its ability to withstand a lot of blowing. Wind that is."

She turned to Draco and continued. "It's a highly prized vintage broom, but attempts to use it for Quidditch were never successful. Too cumbersome to turn at high speeds, and not very agile. Did I ever tell you my family collects Quidditch memorabilia? Quite a valuable collection." She had gathered up the cards on the table while she spoke and casually handed them to a very stunned Crabbe. "I believe it's your deal Vincent."

All around Draco derisive laughter filled the air but the muffled snickering next to him caught his attention. Neville Longbottom shook from suppressed laughter. He still sat on the floor bound and gagged in only plaid cotton boxers and socks. They had forgotten to remove his socks the last hand.

Draco noted for the first time that Neville's legs were quite muscular and seemed longer than he would have thought them to be. Puberty at some point in time had covered his legs with the soft brown hair of manhood. Though his face still had a round boyish quality, he clearly was no longer a boy. His broad chest also had a soft down of hair on it, which tapered to a waist that no longer held the baby fat once there. Odd, Draco thought, he might be short and stocky but puberty had filled him out well.

Flint, his ego-among other things-shrunk considerably, returned to his seat and sulked at no one in particular. Crabbe waited for him to view his hand and then replaced the three cards he discarded. "Hope yours is better than mine Malfoy, because she needs to be taken down!"

"Oh I assure you I'm a Nimbus 2000. Top quality, all of it" Malfoy smirked.

Millicent glanced over the top of her cards, a serious, scholarly look on her face. "Don't be so sure Draco, I've heard their initial burst of popularity is waning. The Nimbus' principal advantage over other brooms was its ability to achieve greater heights than ever before, and to remain in control while there. But it seems they loose speed and the ability to maintain height as they age."

"I was referring to your poker hand Malfoy. I don't need to make other comparisons. I'm quite satisfied with the way I measure up." Flint snarled, going slightly red.

Again Millicent displayed the smile that softened her entire face.

"I think we will all see just how Draco measures up." This said she calmly lay down another Strait Flush.

Applause echoed around him and he stood so quickly that his chair toppled over landing on Longbottom's legs. "If you think I'm going to stand here and let you cheat me out of my boxers you're sadly mistaken Bulstrode."

"Cheat Draco? You've cheated your whole life to get what you want. If the ends justify the means. A lesson you taught me Draco. Machiavelli should have been a Slytherin you said. I did nothing that you yourself haven't done numerous times in this very room. Now I believe you owe me one silk pair of black boxers and the privilege of deciding whether or not I ride your broom tonight or Neville does." Standing-up in all her glory she bent down, removed the chair from Neville, and pulled him to his feet.

Draco looked around wildly for support, his gaze landing where it so often did on Crabbe and Goyle. But this time their looks were different some how. Sour and surly the two sat there glowering at him.

"What is good enough for one Slytherin is good enough for us all Draco." Goyle said to the astonished stares of those around him. He stood and folded his arms across his bare chest looking all the world like a Greek statue missing a key part.

"Fine. I'm big enough to accept defeat. But Longbottom is going down with me." With a determined movement he turned to Neville, seized his boxers, yanked them down and stared. There was nothing else to do but stare. Everyone in the common room just stared, gawked, gapped, ogled; everyone that is but Millicent Bulstrode who burst out in laughter so gleeful that her breasts threatened to escape her bra. Neville's proud grin was clear even through his gag.

"Oh don't even bother Malfoy. What you've got in your drawers won't even begin to measure up now," she said. Removing Neville's gag she kissed him hard and long. "You're with me tonight, Longbottom. Crabbe, Goyle, Malfoy is all yours. I know you've wanted him for a long time. Flint you can join us in a few hours. I want this one to myself for a while." She turned and strode from the room with a smiling Neville Longbottom following right behind her.

Moral of the story: A. Ugly ducklings often become beautiful swans that take perverse pleasure in getting even. B. Never play cards with a woman who grew up watching her daddy play poker :D