Harry, bound and eagerly anticipating, watched as Draco Malfoy strolled confidently into the dungeon. The blonde Slytherin, eyes filled with lust, held up a small bottle containing a mysterious liquid. "This will make sure you'll never forget our little rendezvous, Potter," he purred, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.
Malfoy slowly approached the bound form of Harry, his hips swaying invitingly. He ran his hand along Harry's chest, teasingly tracing a line down to his crotch. He smirked as he felt the tent in Harry's robes, evidence of his arousal. With a cruel smirk, Malfoy pulled out his cock, already hard and ready.
"No, Malfoy! You can't do this! I'm a computer program.
