I Can't Breathe. Move Those Damn Tits, Woman!

As I slowly woke up, I couldn't help but feel confused and disoriented. My thoughts were getting blurred and murky as if they were being stirred by someone. My surroundings were unfamiliar, and it took me a moment to realize that I was in a grand medieval castle.

The room was adorned with tapestries and paintings, and the bed I was lying on was fit for a king. I couldn't help but wonder if this was just a dream, but the level of detail in the room made it feel all too real. I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep, but I was abruptly interrupted by a woman's sobbing voice.

"Draco, my dearest son. Please wake up and come back to me," she said. The voice continued, "Wake up and rise like the dragon you are!"

I couldn't help but wonder what she meant by that. I've heard the name 'Draco' before, but I couldn't quite remember where. As I lay there trying to make sense of everything, the voice grew louder and more desperate.

"I know I may have been hard on you sometimes, but you mean the world to me. You are heir to the Malfoy legacy. Please wake up," the voice pleaded.

"DRACO...." the voice screamed in my ear, rendering me deaf for a few minutes. I couldn't take it anymore.

I sat up and shouted, "Fuck, who the hell is it? Can't a man have some peace even in his dreams?"

To my surprise, the woman's voice responded, "Oh my! Draco, you are awake?"

"Who the hell is Draco?" I retorted back.

A memory suddenly surfaced as I sat there trying to piece together what was happening. Draco Malfoy, the guy from Harry Potter. Could it be that the movie was still playing on my PC, and I was just dreaming?

My hand quickly searched for my computer, which was usually on my bedside table. Still, to my dismay, the table was nowhere to be found. I couldn't let my search history and video files fall into the wrong hands or anyone's hands for that matter.

As I opened my eyes to search for my computer, I was abruptly stopped by a crushing sensation. My face was buried in the most enormous tits I had ever seen. I was momentarily stunned but quickly tried to push the perpetrator off me.

"Mother is never gonna let anything happen to you ever again," a voice said as the hug tightened.

I struggled to free myself, but the woman seemed to be holding on for dear life.

"I am not Draco, woman. Get off me," I exclaimed, confusion and frustration setting in.

"Oh, my poor child! Can't you recognize your own mother?" she replied, her grip only getting tighter.

I couldn't see anything but cleavage and be starting to feel lightheaded. "I can't see shit, woman. These huge tits are blocking my view," I exclaimed, but she ignored me.

Then she called out for someone named 'Dobby'. Is it the same Dobby from the movies? I wondered.

"DOBBY," the woman repeated, her grip finally loosening.

I was finally able to catch my breath and look at my surroundings. A small, elf-like creature was standing in the doorway, and the woman was giving him commands. Yup, it's the same Dobby, alright.

"Go and burn those DAMNED BROOMS," she exclaimed.

"I don't want to see a single broom in the house EVER AGAIN." With that, my vision was once again filled with those tits.

"I can't even see your face. Please, for God's sake, please move these damn tits out of my way." I tried to reason with her. But yet again, she ignored me.

"As you wish, mistresses." the elfish creature responded and vanished with a pop sound.

"Who was that?" I asked trying to confirm what I already suspected.

"It's Dobby, our house elf, dear." She responded to my query this time. Is she purposely ignoring my pleas to be freed?

I was still trying to process what was happening. Who was this woman? Why is she calling me Draco? Did I get transmigrated as Draco Malfoy? Wait, does it mean I am dead in my world? Will I never be able to see my brothers ever again? Fuck!

As the woman continued to sob and hold me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread and confusion. Why am I feeling dizzy all of a sudden? What the hell is going on? I wondered while still struggling between her massive cleavage. Then it finally became clear. I can't FUCKING BREATHE!

Usually, I won't mind getting squished between my tits. But right now, they are cutting off my oxygen supply, slowly suffocating me to death.

(TAP, TAP, TAP..)

I started tapping her shoulder.

"P-Pl-Please le-let me g-go-GO... I-I surrender", I said in my broken voice. That has now become fainter than a whisper.

But it seems she hasn't heard me. The hug only tightened. FUCK! Am I gonna die, once again? It's so soon. I haven't even seen the face of my killer yet, for God's sake. As my mind raced with questions, I felt my consciousness slipping away.

"Oh, God! Forgive me, for I have sinned by being a playboy for far too long. If you give me a second chance, I promise to redeem myself. " I prayed as I gradually lost consciousness.

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I finally woke up after a long time. All around me was nothing but darkness. My first thought was, "Is this the afterlife? Will I have to spend eternity floating in this void?"

The thought alone made me feel a wave of dread wash over me. As I lay there, lost in my thoughts, I felt a gentle touch on my hair. I was confused, wondering where it could have come from. How was I able to feel anything in this darkness? And, had the time arrived for me to be reincarnated?

Suddenly, I felt a soft and squishy surface beneath me. I realized that I must be lying on a bed, and my head was resting on a pillow. With this realization, I slowly reopened my eyes and was greeted by a bright white light and a divine brilliance. A faint mist was permeating the air.

"Am I in heaven? Will there be hot angels here?" I wondered.

I couldn't believe I had made it, considering my chosen path as a playboy. The warmth emanating from my happiness overflowed. As I tried to sit up, I was paralyzed with fear when I heard a voice say, "Draco." My entire body froze, and I became as still as a statute.

"My poor child, you are finally awake," the voice said.

I whispered a silent prayer, "Please, God, don't let it be what I think it is."

With dread, I slowly turned to see who was speaking. To my horror, my vision was filled with massive tits and cleavage that succeeded in crushing me yet again.

"I can't breathe, yet again," I tried to scream, but my voice was muffled by the tits. "Not this again," I thought.

"How the hell did she reach this place?" I was determined to not let these tits defeat me again. I was going to fight them until I beat them. My hot angels were waiting for me, and I would defeat these breasts for them.

I fought back with all my might, punching, kicking, screaming, pulling, poking, and even groping them. But they showed no signs of letting go.

"For my angels," I screamed, but it came out as a muffled moan. I gathered all my strength for a final attack.

"Kamehamehaaaaaa," I pushed them back with all my might.

With a thud, I fell to the floor, gasping for air. I had almost died again. As I lay there, catching my breath, I realized that I had fallen off a king-sized bed. I grabbed the edge of the bed and tried to get back on my feet, but my legs were still wobbly.

"Draco! Are you alright, dear?" A warm pair of hands supported me and helped me back onto the bed. I sat on the bed and leaned on the headboard for support. As I gazed around the grand room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at its grandeur. Man, the walls were a pristine white, dazzling in the golden glow of the morning sun.

Artistic paintings adorned with precious stones and encased in golden frames hung majestically from the walls. Though I didn't recognize any of the works, I couldn't help but appreciate their beauty. The sunlight poured in through a pair of huge traditional British arch windows, casting a warm and inviting ambience throughout the space.

The walls were adorned with intricate silver and green patterns, depicting the family crest and the many accomplishments of its ancestors. It was as if they were proud to show off their heritage and history.

The ceiling was painted with a grand fresco of a fear-inspiring serpent, its scales and eyes were so realistic and detailed that it seemed as if it was alive. The serpent was coiled around a crest, representing the family's power and strength. It was as if it was warning all who entered the room of the family's fierce protectiveness over their heritage and wealth. Why they did so in the bedroom is a mystery.

The bed was a grand four-poster, with silken sheets and plush blankets that felt like a cloud beneath me. The bedding was rich green, symbolizing the family's wealth and power. An excellent firm bed, capable of withstanding some heavy pounding, if you know what I mean (wink).

The room was not without its luxuries. A fireplace was on one side of the room, with a roaring fire that provided warmth and comfort. The flames danced and flickered, casting a warm and inviting glow over the entire space. The fire crackled and popped, filling the room with the comforting sound of a fire burning.

On the opposite side of the room was a large bay window with a breathtaking view of the grand estate. The gardens were filled with various rare and exotic plants, all perfectly manicured and tended to. The sun shone bright, and the sky was deep and inviting blue. It was a sight that reminded me of immense wealth, prestige, power, and beauty. Whoever is the owner of this estate is filthy rich. And I am 90% sure that it's the Malfoys.

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[Author's Notes]

Hey guys, did you enjoy the chapter? I decided to rewrite the entire story thanks to your guys' suggestions. Hope you guys will enjoy the new and improved "Draco Malfoy".

Let me know what you think about this. Also, you guys will be getting one to two chapters every day from now on till I catch up to where the story had been previously.

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