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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Other, Gen
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Bill/Harry, Severus/Draco, Neville/Draco, Remus/Draco, Harry/Hermione,
      Sirius/Tonks/Fleur, Severus/Remus, Harry/Narcissa, Dean/Draco, Harry/
      Bellatrix, Harry/Molly, Harry/Ginny/Hermione, Harry/Severus, Tonks/
      Hermione/Luna/Ginny, Draco/Hermione, Harry/Fred/George, Harry/Fred,
      Harry/George, Arthur/Harry, Fred/Molly, Severus/Ginny, George/Ron, Fred/
      Hermione, Fred/George/Ron, Harry/Ginny, Harry/Luna, SeverusGinny/
      Hermione, Lucius/Fred/George, Hermione/Draco/Severus, Viktor/Ron, Harry/
      Charlie, Fred/George/Severus, Harry/Blaise/Charlie/Fred/George/Oliver/
      Marcus/Viktor, Oliver/Marcus, Blaise/Fred/George, Harry/Draco/Viktor,
      Harry/Ron, Harry/Neville, Harry/Ron/Neville, Neville/Ron, Remus/Harry,
      Severus/Remus/Harry, Blaise/Draco, (implied)Blaise/Hermione, Hermione/
      Draco, Viktor/Hermione, Draco/Harry, Harry/Lily
  Character:
      Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Ginny, Neville, Charlie, Percy, Bill,
      Fleur, Dean, Seamus, Padma, Parvati, Cedric, Collin, Draco
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Yaoi, Yuri, m-preg, Gender-reversal, Incest, Twin-cest, Orgy, Rape,
      non-con, dub-con, Slavery, Toys, Bondage, Angst
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-05 Completed: 2015-07-15 Chapters: 40/40 Words: 66831
****** Harry Potter Smut One-shots ******
by Joey888, orphan_account
Summary
     A collection of Smut-shots I've written about The Harry Potter
     Series. I'm going to mark this as complete but I may update in the
     future if the mood strikes me.
Notes
     We're doing our best to catch up!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Rules *****
ALL REQUESTS HAVE BEEN CANCELED. THERE WILL BE NO MORE ADDITIONS TO THIS STORY,
EXCEPT SOME MINOR EXCEPTIONS. Thank you all for reading and requesting, but I
have to stop this for my life's sake.
You've all been amazing and wonderful! Thank you so much! Goodbye for this
story.
-Severa Kelsa Malfoy
***** Fleur/Tonks/Sirius (Request 1) *****
Chapter by orphan_account
Chapter Summary
     My first request! I hope it meets the expectations!
Chapter Notes
     No hating for bisexualism! If you can't take it, then go away!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Sirius was tired of being cooped up at Grimmauld Place. He had been stuck there
for so long, it was driving him crazy! Not to mention he was also as horny as
all get-out because when you get stuck in a house for multiple months in a row,
that kind of happens.
When everyone else was gone on order missions and what-not, Sirius had the
house to himself, to release his desires in private (or so he thought).
He trudged from where he had been sitting downstairs, up to his bedroom, his
dick was already painfully hard and he was craving release.
He opened the door to his bedroom and froze in shock at the sight before him.
Fleur was laying on the bed, her body covered in sweat and her blond hair
sticking to her body, her eyes were half-lidded and glazed over with lust, her
perfectly shaped and perfectly naked body quivered as small mewls escaped her
slightly parted lips, while Tonks was leaned down between her creamy thighs and
doing a very thoroughly good job of eating her out.
If Sirius hadn't already been as hard as a rock, he sure as hell would've been
after seeing that.
"T-tonks?" he stuttered, looking at her in disbelief.
She looked up from her snack and smiled demurely at Sirius. "Hello, Sirius, can
I help you?" she asked cocking an eyebrow at him in a way that said "Join us?"
Fleur looked at him through her hazy eyes and moaned loudly at the thought of
him pounding into her. "Sirius,..." she thrust her hips upwards in a wanting
motion. "Pleeeease, Sirius." She whined when Tonks refused to let her touch
herself.
"Well, Sirius?" Tonks said. "Are you going to abandon a poor girl in need?" her
lips were curled up into a smirky grin.
Sirius knew that he shouldn't, knew that he should just walk out and pretend
like he hadn't seen or heard anything,.....
But like hell was that gonna happen. He walked all-the-way inside and locked
the door behind him. "Why did you do this in my bedroom?" he asked as he
undressed himself.
Tonks smirked. "Maybe we were hoping things would turn out just like this." she
said finger-combing part of Sirius's wild black hair as he, now fully naked,
moved onto the bed along with them.
Fleur was panting softly, because Tonks had her finger teasing along Fleur's
lips,tracing the outlines, but never penetrating. Fleur, completely frustrated
by this behavior, turned her pleading eyes to Sirius. "Sirius, please, I need
you so much right now."
Sirius just happens to be a sadistic son-of-a-bitch in bed (not like abuse, but
like teasing and when it comes down to it, hard-as-it-gets fucking) and seeing
Fleur laying there, legs spread, eyes pleading, just waiting for Sirius to shag
her into the next month made that side of Sirius come out.
He smirked down at the pretty part veela girl lying there. "What is it you
want, Fleur?" he asked, letting his hand wander down her inner thighs as he
positioned himself between her parted thighs.
"I-I want you, Sirius." she moaned. "I want you now! Please, just stop
teasing!" she cried as he rubbed the dripping head of his swollen, slightly
purple cock against her entrance.
Sirius smirked and pushed a little bit into her and pulled back out, just to
delight in her cries and moans when he denied her what she wanted.
"Oh for the love of Merlin!" She yelled, pushing herself off of the bed and in
one smooth motion had made Sirius take her place. She didn't even hesitate and
impaled herself on Sirius's leaking erection, making him groan as she slid
completely onto his large cock, her tight, hot womanhood making him moan out in
pleasure. "Bloody hell, Fleur." her growled. "Are you a virgin?" he had no idea
what veela anatomy was like, but he was sure that it wouldn't have been quite
so easy if she was.
She shook her head as she began bouncing up and down on Sirius's prick, moaning
out his name as well as several undistinguishable others.
Tonks, who was merely enjoying watching the show, crawled over to Sirius and
leaned down next to him and locked his lips in a heated kiss. He smirked up her
and pulled away. "Maybe shorter hair would work?"
Tonks chuckled at him. "Very well." she scrunched up her nose and screwed her
eyes shut. Her purple hair changed, it got shorter and turned green with silver
stripes in it.
Sirius raised an eyebrow at it, but didn't comment as he pulled her back down
for another kiss.
After Fleur had came, Sirius could feel his climax was very close and he had a
most wicked idea. He grabbed Fleur and pulled out of her, making her cry out
softly as he deposited her on her knees before him and motioned for Tonks to do
the same.
He stood up and finished himself off with his hand, spurting thick, white ropes
of cum onto the two girl's faces.
When he was spent he stumbled off of the bed and headed into the shower,
feeling finally sated for the first time in months.
He smirked at himself in the mirror, maybe staying here wouldn't be all that
bad anymore...
Chapter End Notes
     I for some reason have always thought of Veelas as kind of horny,
     sluts so that's kind of how I portrayed Fleur.
     BTW Tonks' hair chsnged to Slytherin colors because I'm a Slytherin
     to the core and I will forever support them. -Severa Malfoy
***** Naughty Little Kitsune (Bill/Harry Request 2) *****
Chapter by orphan_account
Chapter Summary
     Bill wants to play, but Harry is a naughty little tease.
     Set after the death of Voldemort, Harry is 19.
Chapter Notes
     Here's my second request! *gasps* Oh my gosh! It's YAOI! *snickers* I
     love writing YAOI.
     Here we go everyone! I shall lead you deep into my body-filled
     dungeon where I brew my potions and write my stories.
     -Severa Malfoy
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"Harry? Where are you, Luv?"
Bill called, his voice ringing throughout his small flat.
He looked in his and Harry's bedroom, but he wasn't there. He looked in the
kitchen, but he wasn't there. He looked through the whole apartment calling
Harry's name, but his little kitsune never came.
"Dammit, Harry, where are you?!" Bill bellowed. He was worried and angry, and
also he wanted Harry really bad.
"No, need to yell so loudly." Harry's smooth voice sounded in his ear as a pair
a slim arms wrapped around his waist and a small body pressed against his back.
"For Merlin's sake, Harry, don't worry me like that." Bill said turning around
and hugging his boyfriend tightly.
Harry chuckled and nuzzled at Bill's chest. "But it's so cute when you go
around franticly calling my name."
"Where were you hiding, anyways?" Bill asked.
Harry giggled. "I was hiding under the invisibilty cloak on our bed."
Bill smirked at this newfound information and gave Harry's arse a small
squeeze. "You've been a naughty little kitsune, haven't you?" he asked brushing
his fingers along Harry's silky tail.
Harry nodded, falling into Bill's trap. "Very naughty kitsune."
With an evil look, Bill whisked Harry up into his arms. "You've been so
naughty, my little kitsune, you must be punished." the handsome werewolf said
with a evil grin that made Harry shiver.
"Nooooo." Harry groaned, throwing his upper body back. "The full moon is
tomorrow night and last time you took me this close to your change, you damn
near ripped my arse apart!" Harry yelled, attempting to scramble out of Bill's
arms, but failing miserably.
Bill simply tightened his hold on Harry's much smaller body and carried him
into their bedroom.
"Bill, please, not right—" Harry abruptly stopped his words when Bill spelled
their clothes off and Bill's erection pressed up against his backside in a very
teasing way. "No." he said wiggling in the werewolf's grasp. "I just want to
sleep."
Bill chuckled huskily in Harry's ear. "Your words say one thing, but your body
says another." he smirked and Harry mentally shouted every swear he knew at his
erect cock.
Harry whined slightly when Bill dumped him on the bed and began to cover his
naked body with kisses.
Occasionally Bill would brush against Harry's erection or pinch one of his
nipples sharply, but he stayed almost completely away from the sensitive parts
of Harry's body, making the younger boy wimper.
Harry's ears were pressed flat against his head and his tail swished, in a very
displeased manner, between his legs.
Bill pressed a small kiss to the inside of Harry's thigh and it was the
breaking point of the younger boy. "Oh, for the love of Dumbledore, just fuck
me already!" Harry cried, unable to restrain himself, he bucked his hips up,
searching for any kind of friction against his aching cock.
Bill smirked and slid his thumb over the slit of Harry's cock, already dripping
pre-cum.
"But, I thought you wanted to sleep." Bill teased.
"Dammit, Bill, I would've been sleeping! Now fuck me already!" he yelled
loudly.
Bill chuckled darkly. "But of course, my little kitsune." he flipped Harry over
and pulled his arse into the air.
Harry gasped as he felt something slick and wet fill his insides and he
realized that Bill had used a lubricating charm. "Billllll." he whined,
wiggling his ass as the eldest Weasley positioned himself at Harry's entrance.
"You have no idea how hot you look right now, do you?" Bill asked teasingly
pushing against Harry without penetrating him.
Harry glared at Bill and growled, exposing his little sharp, pointed teeth.
"Now." he demanded. "Or I will go stay with Ron and Hermione until after the
NEXT full moon!"
Bill, needing no further prodding, plunged into Harry's tight warm heat.
Both men groaned out their approval of eachother as they connected in the most
intimate of ways.
But Bill couldn't keep himself still, let alone gentle, and began to thrust in
and of Harry's arse at a rapid fire pace, making the other boy scream and cry
at the intense pleasure he was recieving when Bill hit that one spot with each
and every thrust.
Harry panted and tried to match Bill's thrusts as he stroked himself, but ended
up losing his concentration and letting himself be fucked into the mattress by
his horny, in-heat, sexy-as-all-hell, werewolf boyfriend.
"Bloody hell, Harry!" Bill cried out as he came deep inside of his cute kitsune
boyfriend who had spent himself, just seconds before, showering the bed sheets
in his sticky cum.
Bill pulled his softening cock out of Harry and layed next to the panting boy.
"You wanna take a shower?" Bill asked after a little bit, wiggling his eyebrows
at Harry, who shook his head and moaned.
Bill smirked and hoisted Harry into his arms. "Of course you do!" he said
carrying Harry off to have more fun.
(Yeah, it sucks, I know. I'm sorry)
Chapter End Notes
     BTW all those who request, please review your request after it's been
     posted and tell me what you think! Thank you so much!
     Please share! I'll update on the weekends, but not the weekdays, so
     all requests during the week SHOULD be posted during the following
     weekend.
***** Severus/Draco (my own request) *****
Chapter by orphan_account
Chapter Summary
     I'm disappointed, I must say. I have 900+ reads and a mere two
     requests. I love the 900+ reads of course, but I wish I had more
     requests.
     Please R&R!
     -Severa Malfoy
Chapter Notes
     Draco/Severus coz I love Draco/Severus!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Draco woke up in a crabby mood, crabbier than usual anyways.
Draco was losing sleep,....a lot of sleep. His already pale skin was simply
getting paler and deep purple rings under his eyes only looked darker when
contrasting against his deathly pale skin.
What was the reason for Draco's loss of sleep?
He refused to let himself sleep, if possible,...at all.
Because when Draco slept, Draco dreamed.
And when Draco dreamed, it usually became indecent and sexual.
And if it became indecent and sexual, it probably included Severus Snape.
And if it included Severus Snape, Draco usually ended up with a hard-on during
all his potions class cause he can't get the damned dream Snape out of his
head.
And that's a really big problem!
Draco lay atop his mattress sheets, moaning to himself as he stroked his erect
penis.
He hated the way the stupid dreams affected his body and his mind.
He felt like he was losing it every time he looked at Snape and remembered
those delicious dreams.
He wondered if Snape was as good a lover as the dreams depicted him.
For some reason Draco believed he would be. Just imagining those powerful
hands,...that domineering voice, the feel of him moving inside of him....
Draco spilled his hot sticky cum over his hand and stomach as he lay there
mentally cursing himself for jerking off to the thoughts of his potions
teacher.
Draco was glad that his father had insisted he had his own room, because Merlin
knows what would happen if anyone else found out about his wild fantasies.
"Scourgify." (I don't actually know the cleaning spell DX) Draco said lazily
cleaning himself and his bed, which was typically decorated in the slytherin
green and silver colors.
He dressed slowly, he had no need to hurry, after all he had woken up at 5:30.
He moaned softly and behaving in a very un-Malfoy like way threw himself atop
the bed and lay there deciding wether or not to throw a fit. But as he was
deciding, his eyes fluttered closed...
Draco once again woke up, but thi time to an enirely different scene from his
bedroom alltogether.
He was shocked at first when he recognized Professor Snape lying in the bed
next to him, his next shock came when he realized both persons were naked and
pushed very closely to eachother.
Draco attempted to get up, but found himself being held down by the heavy,
muscular arm lying across his chest.
Draco's eyes widened as Snape seemed to wake up. "Hello, Draco." He said in a
very alluring voice as he sat up, exposing his muscular chest, that for some
reason had small bruises marking all across his pale skin. "How are you feeling
this morning?"
Draco was extremely confused. "I'm fine, I guess." he said yawning lightly. His
grey eyes took in his surroundings. "Um,..where am I?" Draco asked sitting up,
making sure to keep his waist down covered up.
Severus smirked. "You have no memories of last night?" he asked with a deep
chuckle that sent chills up Draco's spine.
Draco shook his head and whimpered softly as it made head pound painfully.
"Dreams don't usually hurt." he moaned, holding his head.
Severus smirked. "Last night you appeared outside of my personal chambers
asking for a potion to take away your dreams. As I was brewing it you fell
asleep on my bed and I let you stay there."
Draco's eyes widened. "D-did you give me the potion?" He asked, almost not
wanting to know what he could've revealed through his damned dreams.
Severus shook his head. "I finished it and then came to bed with you." he said.
"I must say it was very entertaining."
Draco felt a wave of dread wash over his body. "Oh god, no." he said. "No, no,
no, no. Please tell me I didn't sleep talk."
A strange look crossed Severus's face and he started laughing. "No, not at
all." he chuckled. "You're a very clingy bed mate, Draco."
Draco began to feel sick to his stomach when it dawned on him where those funny
little bruises on Severus's chest had come from. "Oh Merlin..." he moaned,
softly brushing his fingers over one of the hot, dark bruises. "D-did I do
that?" his voice was barely a whisper.
Severus smirked and nodded. "Yes, you did." he softly grabbed Draco's shoulder
and pulled him closer. "And I do believe you promised me something....more." he
said huskily, pulling Draco into his lap.
Draco was now relieved because he knew that if Snape was proposing something
like this then it must be a dream. He rested his hands on Severus's shoulders
and half-smiled shyly up at the older man. "Malfoy's are always men of their
word." he said leaning up and kissing Severus softly.
Draco was beginning to wish this wasn't a dream because it was so much more
incredible than usual when Severus's firm lips moved sensuously against his
own. Draco's lips parted almost pleadingly when Severus's tongue ran along his
soft lips. The young boy moaned softly against his teacher and moved closer,
making to straddle Severus's waist. "Something...more?" Draco whispered, making
his intentions clear.
Severus smirked. "Yeah,...more..."
Chapter End Notes
     I'll add more yummy stories when I get requests.
***** Neville/Draco (Request #3) *****
Chapter by orphan_account
Chapter Summary
     YAAAAAAAAAAAAY! Neville/Draco! That's like one of the cutest pairings
     in the whole HP fandom!
     I will work my hardest to make it worthy of them!
Chapter Notes
     My third request and I've already got almost 1000 reads. Wow! I'm
     shocked, because I've never even got 500 before. Love you all!
     -Severa Malfoy
Neville was happy with his life, but he was lonely. After he had left the
wizarding world, he almost never saw his old mates anymore and he found it hard
to make friends in the muggle world. So he lost himself in caring for the small
greenery he owned.
Neville was standing next to the sales counter marking down the progress on his
newest exotic plant he had procured.
The bell rung, signalling that someone had entered the shop, Neville looked up
and had a shock as he saw who it was.
What was Draco Malfoy doing here? Neville questioned as his eyes followed the
handsome man as he walked around the store slowly, looking at everything.
Neville took that time to observe Draco. His hair wasn't slicked back, instead
it was parted slightly to the right of his centerline and fell over his head in
soft waves, he had gotten slightly taller and his body had filled out nicely,
all of his child softness was gone from his face and was replaced by a angular
jaw and prominent cheek bones.
Neville suddenly noticed that Draco had come to a stop in front of him and was
watching him with an amused smile as he openly stared.
Neville blushed brightly at being caught staring and quickly averted his eyes
from Draxo's many eye-catching attributes. He cleared his throat. "Can I help
you, Mr. Malfoy?" he asked, forcing him to look Draco in the eye.
Draco nodded slowly. "I was hoping to find some pretty flowers for my mother."
he said softly. His voice was slightly deeper as well, Neville noticed.
"Well, what's the occasion?" Neville asked opening his inventory list. "You
probably want them to stand out a little?" He said walking from behind the
counter and to one of the tables of flowers.
Draco looked down. "They're for her grave." his voice was sad and tired.
Neville looked up in surprise at the news and saw Draco's eyes sparkling with
unshed tears.
Neville felt waves of sadness wash over him. In the last few years he had been
forced to bury the last of his family and he knew how it felt to have no one
left.
Without really thinking it out Neville reached out and pulled Draco into a
comforting hug. Words weren't needed as the two lonely souls connected through
the bonds of loss and pain.
Neville hadn't planned for it to be anything more than an innocent, comforting
hug, but when Draco kissed him,....it became so much more.
Kissing, thent touching, two lonely people craving the feel of another.
Neville put up the closed sign on his shop and led Draco to the back of the
store where he lived.
Both knew what was coming and neither objected at all.
Their clothes were shed on the way across the room to the bed. Neville softly
layed the white-blond boy on his back in the center of the bed.
His eyes roving over the soft milky skin of Draco's body, his hands doing the
same. Dipping into each and every curve and contour of his body.
Neither could take much foreplay and soon Neville had lubed himself and Draco's
insides with a lubricating spell.
Draco moaned softly as Neville breached his virgin entrance. His face was
screwed up with pain, but it was quickly washed away when Neville's manhood
brushed against a certain spot inside if him that made him arch up and let out
a small mewl of pleasure.
Neville looked at Draco and felt a sudden wave of an unknown emotion rushing
through him as he thrusted into the stormy-eyed boy. He didn't think it was
love,.....yet, but maybe with a little nurturing it could be.
Draco held onto Neville's powerful shoulders and brought his lips up to connect
with his in a sweet kiss, a thanking kiss.
When the boys had both spent theirselves, they layed atop the sheets, tangled
in a mess of arms and legs.
Draco looked at Neville with a soft smile on his face. "Thank you for this." he
said brushing the back of his fingers across Neville's cheeks.
Neville smiled back at him and kissed him softly and pulled Draco closer to
him. "You're welcome. We can talk tomorrow." he said with a yawn and another
kiss. This kiss was a promise of many, many tomorrows to come.
-Severa Malfoy
***** Unexpected love (Remus/Draco Request #4? or #5?) *****
Chapter by orphan_account
Chapter Summary
     Remus/Draco is definitely a pairing I've never explored before, but
     as soon as I considered it I latched onto the many possiblities it
     brings and hope to do it justice in this one-shot.
     To my dear requester, thank you for the inspiring comment! I would
     love to hear your thoughts on the finished product of your taste and
     my imagination.
     Thanks to all who have requested so far! Please continue with the
     requests!
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Remus was sitting alone in the small livingroom of the house that he shared
with Harry.
After Sirius died, Remus had taken Harry under his wing and brought him into
his home.
'If he lives with Harry why is he alone?' you ask? Well, because Harry
currently has a guest and Remus isn't happy about it.
How was the werewolf supposed to know that DRACO MALFOY of all people was his
mate?! He wasn't mad about his mate being the attractive boy, he was FURIOUS
because he knew Draco would never accept him as his mate.
Remus had a hard time even telling Harry, and Harry was the person he trusted
most.
The fact that he finally had the one thing he had been searching for his whole
(werewolf) life and found it only to not be able to have it, was killing him!
The sandy-haired man put the book he had been attempting to read to the side
and stood slowly.
He ran his hand through his hair and began to pace the floor as he stewed over
his predicament. He couldn't very well just walk up to the boy and say "Hey,
you're my mate and I want to make love to you." now could he? He'd scare the
boy half out of his wits.
Remus growled softly under his breath and stalked away to his bedroom to sulk,
making sure to hold his breath as he passed the room Draco was currently
inhabiting.
Remus dropped his robes and, not even bothering to put on his pajamas, dropped
into bed fully naked. He dove under the thick, fluffy comforter and quickly
fell asleep.
At some point during the night Remus's heightened werewolf senses awoke him
when he heard his bedroom door creak open.
He cracked his eyes opened, expecting to see Harry standing there looking like
he had the sun flare, but to his utmost surprise instead of a crazed, wild,
green-eyed, black-haired boy, it was a sleepy-looking, platinum blond, with
grey, half-lidded eyes and a pillow clutched to his chest.
"Draco?" Remus mumbled looking up at him. "What are you doing? It's gotta be 1:
30 at least."
The blond boy covered his mouth as a yawn escaped him. "Haaaaarry wouldn't quit
kicking me." he complained sleepily. "And when I told him to stop, he kicked me
out and told me to come sleep with you."
Remus mentally reminded himself to kill Harry later, but for now he patted the
bed next to him. "Okay, you can sleep here." He said, scooting over to give the
boy plenty of space.
Soon after which Remus discovered had done no good whatsoever, because as soon
as Draco nodded off, he curled up to Remus and clung to him as he slept.
Remus had to admit that he loved to be so close to his mate and to be able to
hold him, but a MUCH bigger problem arose when his body decided that it wanted
more than just to hold Draco.
Remus panicked when Draco's legs tangled in his own, because that brought them
close enough that the blond would DEFINITELY feel Remus's erection if he woke
up.
Remus softly attempted to disentangle his body from Draco's, but froze when a
small chuckle sounded from the boy laying next to him.
"Hiding something, Remus?" came his smooth, silky voice as his eyes opened
partially to stare at Remus from under his thick lashes.
Remus was a little confused and completely terrified that the boy had
discovered his secret.
Draco pushed himself up and, to Remus's surprise, instead of leaving, the blond
boy straddled Remus's stomach, just above the dip of his thighs. "Harry told me
your little secret." Draco whispered.
Remus's eyes widened and a string of curses escaped his mouth as he looked
away, blushing furiously.
"So, it's true?" Draco purred seductively as he leaned down closer to Remus.
"I'm your mate."
Remus was now a little more than confused and wondered what the boy was playing
at, but it all came abundantly clear when Draco's smooth, perfectly shaped,
rosy lips met Remus's firm, rough ones.
"I suppose then if we are mates, we should act like it." Draco murmured a spell
and his clothes disappeared to Merlin knows where and Remus was completely
shocked by the turn of events.
Here was his mate, naked, and willing and he was just sitting there staring.
Remus's instincts took over and in one quick motion he reversed the positions
and Draco was laying on his back with Remus hovering over him.
Draco chuckled. "Somehow I got the feeling I would be bottoming." he said. "Use
plently of lube, please." he blushed slightly. "I-I've never done this before."
Remus nodded and summoned a jar of a creamy gel-like substance from his dresser
and applied it liberally to his already throbbing cock and his fingers that he
used to prep Draco for what was to come.
Draco was surprisingly easy to enter after he had been stretched by Remus's
thick fingers, but it was still a rather painful ordeal for the youngest
Malfoy.
But when Remus started his thrusts Draco's pain was washed away in a torrent of
pleasure and he was soon begging for more, which Remus gladly gave to him.
When they were finally done Remus lay next to his mate happily.
He was now complete.
Chapter End Notes
     I used the term 'sun flare' from the Maze runner series.
***** Let me help you. (Remus/Severus Request #5) *****
Chapter by orphan_account
Chapter Summary
     After Sirius dies there is a large banquet held in his honor at
     Grimmauld place.
     Remus is broken up over Sirius dying and Severus decides to help at
     said banquet.
Chapter Notes
     I love the idea of this story! I salute you, requester!
Sirius is gone.
Sirius is gone.
Sirius is gone.
The words replayed through Remus's brain as he moved slowly throughout the
crowds over the mourning.
Chanting in his brain, the words seemed almost too horrible to actually be
true.
He kept thinking that Sirius would pop out of the fireplace suddenly and say
"Thanks for the party, guys, but I'm not dead!" and they'd all laugh and life
would go back to normal.
But in his heart of hearts,...Remus knew his life would never again be normal.
Remus's heart clenched painfully and he was sure he would soon break from the
built up pain and stress.
In his slow, but steady pace of agonized walking, Remus passed a room where he
accidentally caught a glimpse of Harry snogging one of the Weasley twins. At
first Remus was shocked and appalled, but when he saw tears leaking from the
raven-haired boy's eyes he understood that Harry was seeking a different kind
of comfort.
Remus hurried away, not wishing to deny the boy that.
Remus, wishing to get away from the many mourners, walked down a small darked
hallway. He gasped softly when a strong hand clasped his arm. He looked back in
surprise, but due to the darkness of the hallway, Remus was barely able to make
out the black shape of a man as he was pressed against the wall. Not in a rough
way, but in a tender way.
"Let me help you." a soft whisper by his ear accompanied by a soft kiss to his
neck.
Remus couldn't quite place the voice in his grief-clouded mind, but he didn't
exactly care, he just wanted the pain to go away.
"Let me help you." the mysterious person pressed a harder kiss to Remus's neck
and a small bite along side it
Remus nodded slowly. "O-okay." he said softly.
The black stranger chuckled darkly as he ground against Remus, his arousal
sparking Remus's and eliciting a delicious moan fron the werewolf's parted
lips.
"Your lips are so pretty." the stranger purred seductively. "I can just imagine
them wrapped tightly around my cock as I fuck your hot mouth."
The stranger's words apperantly had the desired effect, as they made Remus
fully hard in a matter of 20 seconds. But of course he wasn't finished.
He ground against Remus while quietly whispering in his ear.
"You're gonna spread those pretty legs of yours for me, aren't you?" the
stranger's voice was becoming deeper and lustier with each word as he subtly
slipped his hands into the front of Remus's robes and softly squeezed Remus's
thigh, making him moan softly.
"Yes." Remus said nodding his head. Not even caring that he was being undressed
under his robes by a man that he didn't even know the identity of and willing
agreeing to be his bitch.
Remus shrugged the negative thoughts away, life was screwed, he may as well
take what he can before it's over.
Remus's mind was snapped back to the present when he felt a pair of lips
connecting to his.
He eagerly parted his lips and granted the stranger's tongue entrance to his
mouth.
What was that flavor that came along with it? A smoky, fruity, chocolatey
flavor. It was completely wierd, but he smiled when he realized who it was that
was kissing him.
"Severus." he moaned softly when their lips parted.
A slightly startled chuckle came from Remus's captor's lips. "You figured me
out." he said. "Do you still want me when you know who I am?" he whispered.
Remus paused momentarily to ponder this question, but it was a mere 5 seconds
and he nodded. "Yes, I want you, Severus." he said grinding his erection
against Severus's to show him just how much he wanted him.
Remus could actually FEEL Severus smirking in the darkness as the sound of
shuffling clothes filled the hallway.
After a little bit Severus's strong hands gripped Remus's thighs and lifted him
up, Remus locked his legs around Severus's waist and he felt a surge of pure,
undiluted passion fire through his body when Severus's hot, leaking cock
pressed up against his anus.
Remus gripped Severus's shoulder to support himself and took a deep calming
breath. "You can go now." he whispered quietly.
Severus pushed slowly, his own natural lubrication, providing well enough to
penetrate the werewolf, making Severus beleive that Remus was no stranger to
having a cock in his arse.
Remus moaned softly and, to Severus's humored surprise, let out a small yip
when he brushed against his prostate.
Severus chuckled again at Remus's moans and the way he wiggled against him when
he refused to move.
"Severus, please." Remus said softly, slightly ashamed to be begging Severus of
all people to shag him, but doing it nonetheless.
Severus smirked and pulled out until just his head was inside of the werewolf,
then with a powerful thrust, buried himself balls-deep into Remus.
The handsome werewolf threw back his head and would've let out a howl of
anguished pleasure, but Severus quickly covered his mouth with a kiss,
preventing any sound from coming out except a muted moan.
Remus finished his release quickly and Severus shortly after him.
Remus left with a smile on his face.
***** A place to belong (Remus/Draco Request #6) *****
Chapter by orphan_account
Chapter Summary
     Another Draco/Remus! Yaysies!
     (yes, I'm a YAOI-loving explicit smut-writing fanfiction author that
     can still say 'yaysies' and not feel like a total idiot. Respect)
Chapter Notes
     WARNING: To my dear requesters! I use your ideas and your pairings,
     but everything you don't SPECIFY is left completely up to me!
     So I'm sorry if they aren't what you were expecting.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Remus sat alone at some random muggle strip club, washing away his sorrows and
lonliness with a large bottle of the strongest drink the club had and a very
clear view of the center stage where 4 people were atop it in various stages of
undress.
His bored eyes roved slowly over the first female, her top half exposed
completely and her bottom half covered only by a small thong. Remus wasn't
particularly impressed and his gazed moved on to the other, her head was almost
entirely shaved and covered in muggle piercings that reminded him of dark magic
signs. With a small snort of distaste he looked on to the first boy, his hair
was brown and his face was handsome enough, but he was 'occupied' with one of
the girls and that left only the final boy, his hair was a white-blond that was
almost blinding under the lights of the stage, his shirt was gone and the
exposed skin was smooth and creamy, his pants were loose, but dipped
dangerously low, making Remus want to get a better look at him.
Remus didn't know if it was his very drunken state or that he hadn't gotten a
good look at the boy's face, but when their eyes connected, looks over dawning
comprehension appeared on both faces. "Bloody hell!" Remus whispered to himself
as he watched Draco shake himself out of his shocked daze and continue the
show.
Remus's eyes were completely glued to the scene until Draco turned to him with
a look of mortified pleading, then Remus looked away. In fact he vacated his
seat and went away for a little bit.
(Remus goes off and does secret stuff)
After the show Draco was preparing to go home when the manager told him that he
had a request for Draco from a customer. £10'000 for one night alone with the
boy.
Draco accepted immediately, he needed the money badly.
He dressed in his casual muggle clothes and went out to meet the person who had
asked for him.
Remus looked up when the door opened, a small smile crossed his face when Draco
came in looking confused. He seemed to understand when he saw Remus standing
there.
"£10'000 pounds just for me?" Draco said, attempting to hide his brokeness
behind his usual passive, uncaring facade. "I'm flattered."
Remus shook his head and chuckled under his breath. "Are you coming or not?" he
asked, pointing to the door.
Draco seemed to consider it and he nodded, following Remus as he walked out
into the night.
"So, why did you leave the wizarding world?" Draco asked Remus when they got
back to Remus's apartment.
"You had good friends and family there,...people who cared about you."
Remus shrugged as he sprawled himself out across half the couch, leaving the
other half for Draco.
"Harry and Ginny got married, he didn't need me anymore. James and Sirius are
gone, even Nymphadora is gone." he sighed sadly. "They're all gone and I'm all
that's left."
Draco nodded sadly and sat next to him. "My dad died in azkaban, my mom died
shortly afterwards, it was just a year ago, that's when I left the wizarding
world, there was nothing left for me there."
Remus chuckled wryly. "Yeah, look at us,...the two outcasts. Where do we
belong?"
Draco's face dropped and his cheeks reddened. "I want to belong somewhere,
Remus." he said, climbing into his lap and leaning against his chest. "I saw
the way you were looking at me, there must be something about me that you
like." he paused momentarily. "Let me stay with you." he pleaded softly. "I
want to belong somewhere, and right now I want it to be with you."
Remus looked down at Draco, his hazy, alcohal-affected mind not fully
understanding everything, but he nodded nonetheless. "Yes, I want you." he said
softly. "You're such a pretty boy." he smiled, running his hand through Draco's
hair as he said it.
Draco blushed and smiled back. "Thank you." he looped his arms around Remus's
neck and gave him a small kiss on the lips.
Remus wrapped his arms around Draco's body and hoisted the younger boy up in
his arms and he walked down the hall to his bedroom.
Draco, knowing what was going on, released Remus and stripped himself and Remus
as soon as the werewolf released him.
The platinum blond set about sucking Remus's cock and getting it very wet for
the events to come.
Draco's skilled mouth almost sent Remus over the edge, but he pulled away in
time and instead layed on his back in front of Remus.
Remus picked up Draco legs and put them over his shoulders, giving him a better
position as he readied himself and prepared Draco.
"Remus, I'm fine." Draco assured him when Remus froze everytime Draco so much
as twitched.
Draco was by no means a virgin, but when it came down to it, he could sure as
hell feel like it, practically milking the cum from Remus's cock as he released
into the white-blond boy.
Draco came shortly after that, spurting his thick white semen all over his
stomach and Remus's hand that had been stroking him.
Draco smiled up at Remus as he recovered from his sex high.
Remus panted softly and layed next to the younger boy. "You can stay." he said
kissing Draco.
Chapter End Notes
     I think that a broken Draco would be like a clingy child and so
     that's how I depicted him in the story.
***** (Narcissa/Harry Request #7) *****
Chapter by orphan_account
Chapter Summary
     Narcissa/Harry I'm making it up as I go along so I don't know what's
     gonna happen yet.
Chapter Notes
     Narcissa Malfoy and Harry Potter? I've always thought of her as more
     of his mother than his lover, but I'll see what I can do.
"HARRY, THE MOVIE'S STARTING!"
"DRACO MALFOY, I TOLD YOU NOT TO MENTION THAT INFERNAL MUGGLE DEVICE AROUND
ME!"
"My apologies father. I wouldn't have to if Harry would just GET THE BLOODY
HELL IN HERE!"
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
Harry walked down the stairs, smiling sheepishly, but trying to hide it.
The tall, angry, silvery-blond man that was Lucius Malfoy looked at Harry for a
brief moment then whirled around and walked away, practically gliding in that
creepy way only ex-death eaters could pull off.
Harry felt a small shiver run up his spine as he watched the intimidating man
leave.
When the door closed behind him Harry breathed a sigh of relief and went and
sat on the large, very comfortable sofa next to Draco.
The youngest Malfoy chuckled at Harry. "What's up with the look of terror?"
Draco asked, chuckling as Harry tensed up at the mention of his behavior.
Harry shook his head to clear it and chuckled nervously. "I-I'm just a little
on edge." Harry said. "You know, everyone in this house has assisted in a plot
to kill me, so it's a little bit difficult to get at ease." He gulped when he
remembered what had transpired just minutes before in the name of 'relaxing'.
Harry shuddered softly as visions of smooth, bare, milky-white skin flitted
before his eyes.
As the ridiculous muggle movie started playing, Harry started getting bored and
his mind began to wander....leaving Draco to his movie, Harry drifted off to
visit his memories of earlier in the day.
oOo
"Ma'am, we really shouldn't be doing this."
Harry could hardly believe his words as they escaped his mouth. He wanted
this....badly, and the tent in his trousers was enough proof of that.
"Yes, but that doesn't mean we can't." whispered the beautiful woman, lying
underneath of him on the large, plush bed. "And my name is Narcissa, from now
on you call me that."
Her body was bare and Harry was having the hardest time reminding himself that
he should NOT be getting ready to shag his friend's mother, and most certainly
NOT be wanting it like a sex-starved 21-year-old.
"Harry, the movie's gonna be here in 25 minutes!" Draco's voice echoed from
behind the closed doors of Narcissa's chambers. "Has mum finished finding you
'appropriate clothes' yet?"
Narcissa smirked up at Harry. "Draco Lucius Malfoy, you are to call me mother
at all times!" she said, just loudly enough for it to scare the shit out of
Draco. "If you think you could find something better for him to wear, by all
means do join us."
Harry had just enough time to panic, before a soft chuckle sounded from behind
the door.
"Like hell I will." Draco said. "Sorry, Harry. You're on your own." the sound
of footsteps receding echoed through the halls and then disappeared.
Harry was shocked, his mouth, which was hanging half open, was quickly occupied
when Narcissa kissed him. The hunger and passion in her kiss pushed away all of
Harry's previous thoughts and he kissed her back, the room was filled with
sounds of their moans and the sound of rustling clothing as Harry shed his
clothes, leaving him as naked as Narcissa.
Harry was actually flattered when Narcissa spread her legs, giving him easy
access to her entrance that was already soaking wet. Her natural juices running
down the crack of her arse and making a small pool on the sheets.
Harry swiped his thumb over the slit of his weeping cock, gathering the pre-cum
collecting there and spreading it over his length, hoping to make it wet, even
though Narcissa probably was wet enough to easily get inside without trouble.
Harry held her hips, prevening her from moving, as he leaned down and
tentatively licked at her heat, making the older woman moan and try to buck her
hips up.
Harry smirked and did it again, reveling in the way she moaned and writhed
under his ministrations.
"Harry, now!" Narcissa demanded. "Before Draco comes back."
Harry pulled back and with a nod from the lovely woman, plunged himself deep
inside of her.
oOo
Tremors ran through Harry's body at the memory.
He had most definitely enjoyed being with her, it had been some of the best
straight sex Harry had ever had before.
He remembered the way calm, cool and collected Narcissa Malfoy had become a
panting, writhing, pleading mess when he fucked her.
He smirked as he looked over at Draco.
He wondered if all the Malfoy's were like that....
***** REQUEST CHALLENGE! *****
Chapter by orphan_account
Chapter Summary
     Hiya, y'all! I got a fun surprise for everybody! Read on and check it
     out!
Chapter Notes
     All who read this are required to participate. (jk, but please do!)
Guess what?! I've decided that since I've got such a good reaction to my story
(1800+ reads) I'd do something fun for you all! (and me)
Okay, I'm gonna set a time limit from today (2014/09/20) to 2014/09/27, within
that time all the wonderful readers of this story (users AND guests) can send
me CHALLENGE requests.
I don't have any specific type of challenge, it can be any. Song, quotes, poem,
random, ect,ect,ect. Whatever.
Only 1 request per person!
The most creative challenge request sent in by 2014/09/27 will be awarded a
prize!
I'll be the judge (with my bestie) of the requests and the prize is...
A full-scale (10+ chapters) HP fanfiction with the pairing of the winner's
choice! (In my mind that's awesome!)
I hope you'll all latch onto this idea and request away!
***** Harry/Hermione (Request #8) *****
Chapter by orphan_account
Chapter Summary
     My first challenge request! (if this is not please tell me so and
     I'll change it.)
     It's Harry/Hermione set during HPB sometime when the common room is
     empty.
Chapter Notes
     Obviously Hermione's put silencing charms on the room so nobody say
     'wouldn't someone hear them?"
     OOCness past this point. especially on Hermione's part.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Harry had never thought of what would happen when he went back to the common
room so late at night. He had been out on one of his obsessively following
Draco Malfoy runs and wanted to come back and sleep, sadly sleep was not what
was awaiting him.
Instead he was greeted by Hermione's sensuous form draped sexily over the large
sofa that was decorated in Gryffindor colors.
Harry froze in shock and surprise at the sight of his best friend lying on the
couch, smiling demurely and looking up at him from under her thick lashes.
"Hermione?" he asked increduously. "What in the name of Merlin,......are you
doing?" he asked, deciding that he didn't want to know why Hermione was lying
in such a sexual...such an un-Hermione position.
"I've been waiting for you, Harry." she said, practically purring the words as
she shifted and moved to stand, and in the process, exposing to Harry the
extremely embarassing and arousing fact that Hermione was completely naked
under her robes.
"Mione, what are you—"
Harry's words were cut off when Hermione practically pounced on him, knocking
him backwards into a strategically placed chair.
"What the hell, Mione?!" Harry shouted as Hermione's nimble fingers dove into
his robes.
A high-pitched squeak escaped Harry's lips when Hermione squeezed his limp cock
through his trousers. The emerald-eyed boy was confused and tired, but he was
also getting hard, thanks to Hermione's skilled fingers working their magic
through the thin material of his trousers.
"See, Harry?" Hermione whispered, ghosting her lips along his jawline that was
just showing the first tell-tale sighs of facial hair. "I can make you feel so
good." her voice was seductive, sexy and messing with Harry's thoughts. Not
that he could think anything sensible with Hermione groping him and placing
kisses and licks down his neck, stopping every now and then to suck at a
especially delectable spot of Harry's tasty skin.
The raven-haired boy let out a weak moan from the feelings. "Oh Merlin that
feels so—"
His eyes flew open and he stiffened against her. "No, Hermione!" he cried.
"What are you doing?!"
The brown-haired girl smirked at him, not at all put off by his obvious
rejection. "Making you feel good." she answered simply.
"But why me?" he asked. "Why not Ron? And why NOW?"
Hermione's smirk dropped. "I don't want Ron, I want you, Harry." she said.
"Sirius is gone, Harry. He's not coming back and that made me think that it
could be you or me next and I want this while I still can have it!"
The harsh reality of it hit Harry like a slap to the face and he felt himself
slowly nodding in agreement.
"Yes, but, Hermione—"
This time his words were cut off by Hermione's soft lips on his own, moving
tenderly as if begging for a response.
With a sigh of defeat Harry wrapped his arms around Hermione's body and
returned her kiss with a passion he hadn't known existed inside of himself.
Hermione's hands once again traveled to his waist. This time, instead of
groping, Hermione undid his pants and after struggling to remove them, just
vanished them instead, letting Harry's now fully-erect cock spring free and
peek out of his robes looking much like Nagini would peeking out of Voldemort's
robes.
Hermione wrapped her hand around the engorged, weeping cock, like it was a
highly revered trophy and stroked it slowly.
Harry began moaning and clutching at Hermione's body. His hands slipped inside
her robes and he grasped at her chest, massaging her prematurely developed
breasts and rolling her hard nipples between his forefinger and thumbs.
Hermione let out small mewls of approval as Harry toyed with her breasts and
nipples. A tremor ran through her body, her entire physical form was alive with
energy flowing directly to her lower stomach and her dripping vagina.
She released Harry's cock and lifted herself, hovering slightly above him and
slowly lowering herself onto his swollen cock, crying out at the intense
feeling of being filled to the brim as she slid the whole way onto his cock.
Harry winced at the brown-haired girl's tight walls squeezing around his
throbbing member. Her very robes were hanging open and in Harry's mind, seeing
his cock disappear into her was about the damn sexiest thing he had ever saw.
Hermione panted and using Harry's shoulder's as a balance, picked her body up
and dropped back down on him with a loud scream of delight.
Harry's face was flushed as he thrusted his hips up in time with her.
She was a beautiful sight to behold, moaning, panting, hair-flying, skin
glistening with a small sheen of sweat, her eyes closed, breasts bouncing as
she practically jumped up and down on Harry's prick like it was a fucking
spring, driving them both to the peak of human pleasure and beyond, crying out
in complete ecstacy as they came.
Hermione collapsed against Harry and panted as she experienced the ephoria of
the most mind-blowing orgasm ever.
Harry smiled softly and stroked her hair as they sat there enjoying their one
time they had.
Chapter End Notes
     About the 'Nagini' thing. I just had the strangest thought of a snake
     poking it's head out from under Voldemort's robes. O.o
     I was rather wierded out by this one-shot. But I still loved it!
     Which do I write better? Gay smut or Straight smut?
***** The rise of Harry Potter (Request #9 - Part 1) *****
Chapter by orphan_account
Chapter Summary
     Voldemort has mysteriously died.
     The death eaters have disappeared.
     All seems to be well in the wizarding world...
     Until Harry Potter accidentally gets covered in a deadly potion
     during a class with Severus Snape.
     The whole world fears for the life of the beloved boy-who-lived.
     Living up to the name given him, Harry lives, but he is different.
     He has changed so much, when he comes back the other's can't even
     believe that it's him!
     What happened to Harry?
     Is it reversable?
     And what will happen when he starts infecting others....?
     WARNING: Completely smut-centric! All crispy creme drama title and
     smutty, lemom/lime-flavored jelly centered.
Chapter Notes
     Wow, 2100+ reads! I'm mind-blown! (that's a lot for me)
     This request will be cut into multiple pieces and spread throughout
     the book. (All chapters will be marked as such.)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Harry was sitting in class, making a potion in his caulron and getting really
pissed off at Snape.
"You're gonna put in too much!"
......
"No, that's not enough!"
......
"The other bottle, foolish child."
......
"What in the name of hell is this?"
......
"This is completely worthless! Evanes—"
"Don't you dare touch my potion, Snape!"
With a loud cry, Harry tackled Severus to the ground, knocking the
aforementioned cauldron dangerously off balance and splashing a large amount on
Harry, who was scrambling after Snape as the older man, from the impact of
Harry's body, rolled out of the way and was unharmed.
A animalistic howl ripped free of Harry's lips and echoed throughout the room
as he writhed on the floor in agony.
Snape, never one to under-think things, took a unnecessarily long amount of
time to recover himself and get things under control.
He quickly vanished the potion, uprighted the cauldron, picked up Harry's
unusually small body in his arms and carried him swiftly to Dumbledore.
Severus stood to the side as Dumbledore checked over Harry.
"Luckily, for the amount of potion spilled on him, he seems like he will
survive, though I can't say that will be a good thing."
Severus nodded gravely. "I understand what you mean, Headmaster." He said,
staring down at the raven-haired boy who looked like he was merely in a
peaceful sleep.
"What will we do if—"
"We'll see when and if that time comes, Severus." Dumble dore said levitating
Harry's body and placing it back in the otions master's arms. "Bring him to the
healing rooms. Tell them to keep a close eye on him and alert me the moment he
awakens."
Severus nodded. "Yes, Sir." He turned and exited the room, leaving Dumbledore
standing there with a thoughtful expression on his face.
Severus brought Harry to the healing room, where he placed him on one of the
beds. The raven-haired boy moaned slightly in his sleep. The sound was long,
smooth and sexy, making a chill run down Severus's back.
The potions master frowned at the inappropriate reaction, he wasn't supposed to
be chilling at the voice of a student. He would've left, but that would mean
leaving Harry alone, seeing as how the nurse had left to go get some stuff from
the herbology teacher.
Severus groaned and paced beside the bed, waiting for someone to come and take
watch over the boy.
"Sev....."
The potions master's eyes widened and his ears perked up when the garbled
version of his name escaped from the boy's rosy pink lips.
Why in hell was Harry dreaming about him?
Another loud moan echoed throughout the room and Severus could guess what the
hell Harry was dreaming about him, his face flushed at the thought.
The nurse walked in just then and Severus quickly rattled off a list of things
to do and then fled as quickly as possible, retreating to his dungeon, needing
the darkness and reclusiveness of it to help sort out the many things that had
happened in the short time.
Severus sighed defeatedly when he remembered Harry moaning his name.
He had hoped the boy wouldn't be effected badly, but it looked like he was
wrong....
All he could do now was hope that Harry would be able to be controlled.
Chapter End Notes
     Oooh yeah! Exciting! I can't wait to write the next chapter and see
     what happens!
     If you have any complaints or questions please feel free to tell me.
***** Dirty dancing (Dean/Draco Request #10) *****
Chapter by orphan_account
Chapter Summary
     (Is there even a 8th year at Hogwarts?)
     Dean Thomas is at a class party being held (of course) in Harry's
     honor. He expected to get laid, considering how fucking drunk
     everyone was, but what he didn't expect, was who he was gonna be
     with.
Dean downed the last of the alcohal he had in his bottle and promptly threw it
away, deciding to get another.
He was rather hot and bothered from being forced to watch every-other-fucking-
person-in-the-whole-damned-room grind, snog, shag or grope their partner(s)
while poor him had to stand there and be alone.
Dean grumbled to himself as he opened another bottle of beer. He was 18 for
fucks sake! He should have had a steady boyfriend or girlfriend by then. He was
bi so he was good with either.
His dark eyes traveled over the crowd searching for a partner. He saw Ron with
Hermione hiding in a corner, Harry was with the Weasley twins, Seamus was
getting his cock sucked by a Ravenclaw and there was nobody who was actually
alone.
While he was attempting to find a partner someone appeared behind him with a
loud 'crack', scaring the ever-loving shit out of him.
"What the fuck did you do that for, Malfoy?" Dean yelled at Draco who just gave
him an innocent look that ended up looking really fucking hot. "I was too lazy
to walk." he said grabbing a beer and holding his hand out to Dean. "Care to
join me?"
Of course, Dean wanted to join him! Malfoy was one of the hottest guys in the
whole fucking school and like hell was he gonna pass up that opportunity!
He clasped Draco's hand and let himself be apparated away.
When he reappeared, he was simply in one of the upper rooms in the house where
the party was taking place., he could tell because of the music playing.
Dean looked over at Draco who had popped the cap off of his beer and drinking
it while laying in a sinfully seductive position that exposed his clothed
erection to Dean, who had a hard time not just jumping on the white blond and
shagging the hell out of him then and there.
Dean licked his lips absent-mindedly as he watched Draco drink the beer. The
way those smooth lips looked, made Dean want to put his cock in the bottle's
place and fuck Malfoy's mouth until he couldn't breathe.
"Want some?" Draco asked, innocently looking at Dean.
The dark-skinned boy nodded and climbed onto the bed, ignoring the bottle in
Draco's outstretched hand and claiming his lips instead.
Draco practically purred as Dean's tongue plundered his willing mouth. Both
boys moaned as their kiss deepened and drew out.
Draco felt the strange sensation of having his clothes vanished and then the
mind-blowing sensation of grinding his now free, fully-hard cock against
Draco's now free equally hard cock. The combined sensations making both boys
let out long exaggerated moans that sounded like grievers haunting the room.
Dean wasted no time in using the pre-cum dripping from their cocks to prepare
Draco with his thick, skilled fingers, curling them slightly and pressing on
the bundle of nerves that made the Slytherin boy cry out in ecstacy, stars
dancing before his steely grey eyes.
Dean smirked, he had never thought he would get the chance to fuck Draco Malfoy
of all people.
Deciding that Draco was plenty stretched and then proceeded to ease himself
into the sexy boy's tight hole.
Draco moaned and let out a small whimper at the feeling of being completely and
utterly filled by Dean's huge cock.
Dean grabbed Draco's slender shoulders and used them as leverage to thrust
himself into Draco's hot, tight hole, both boys moaning in a unity of passion
and fire.
Draco clutched at Dean's body, latching onto his hard nipples and nipping and
sucking on them, leaving small bites on the dark skin of his chest as Dean
fucked his ass like there was no tomorrow.
Draco came first with a small wail, coating their stomachs with his sticky cum,
his anal muscles clenching tightly around Dean's cock, causing him to blow his
load into the white-blond's hole.
Dean lasted out his orgasm still thrusting weakly into Draco. He leaned down
over him and took his lips once more in a fiery kiss.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!" A shout echoed throughout the room, both Dean and
Draco looked wide-eyed over at the doorway where Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny,
Fred, George, Seamus and multiple other Gryffindors were staring at them on the
bed with expressions of undisguised horror.
The two boys shared a glance that said "Oh shit."
***** Breaking Bellatrix (Harry/Bellatrix Request #11) *****
Chapter by orphan_account
Chapter Summary
     Harry captures Bellatrix Lestrange and locks her in his cellar, he
     refuses to turn her over to the Order until he is convinced she has
     been punished for killing Sirius.
     He can't kill her, and decides a better punishment is in order.
Chapter Notes
     WARNING: Dark Harry, Rape, non-con, dry-anal penetration, torture and
     spanking.
     Written more on Bellatrix's side so you can properly feel the agony
     she's going through.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Before the death eaters, before Voldemort, Bellatrix Black had been a good
person.
Bellatrix Lestrange had been faced with any number of evil men.
She had been forced to suck and fuck more cocks then you could count on the
hands and feet of the entire Order.
She had been the death eaters bitch, submitting to them and their sick, twisted
ways of entertainment, merely to please Lord Voldemort.
And she had changed,....become violent, pain-loving, obsessed with inflicting
it upon others, driving them to madness merely for her own pleasure.
She had became a sadistic, evil, murdering bitch.
And she was about to get her dues.
Bellatrix's darkened eyes fluttered from where they studied a very interesting
piece of wall to where the door leading to the cell had opened and the raven-
haired, emerald-eyed boy-who-lived was walking emerging from whatever was
behind it and coming towards her.
Harry came to stand in front of her and sneer down at her chained, kneeling,
naked, bloody form. "How does it feel to be helpless, bitch?" he hissed,
kicking her leg when she wouldn't look at him or respond.
A small deranged chuckle escaped her dry, cracked lips as she spared him the
briefest of moments to glare into his eyes. "Why don't you tell me? You must've
felt really helpless as you watched my cousin fall through the veil." her words
hit their mark and she tensed, waiting for the blow that she knew would come.
And it did come, harsh and stinging, Harry slapped her, leaving a bloody trail
across her cheek and a red handprint glowing like a red hot poker on her skin.
"Shut it, you fucking slut!" Harry barked, fumbling with his trousers, removing
them and revealing the tent in his boxers that were quickly removed as well,
letting Harry's large erection free into the heated air of the cellar.
Bellatrix looked at it scathingly. "Of all the things you could've chosen, you
picked that one?" she said mockingly, earning herself another furious slap.
"Shut up and suck, bitch." Harry growled, tangling one hand in her hair and
holding his wand to her temple with the other. "And if you even dare use your
teeth,I will blast your fucking slut head off."
Bellatrix rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to say something that would earn
her another slap, but it was cut off by Harry shoving his cock deep into her
throat.
The thing about sucking cock all the time is that you get really fucking good
at it and also your mouth gets used to it, so it makes it easy to get a whole
cock in your mouth.
Bellatrix had that talent and Harry was surprised that she took him all the way
in on the first thrust.
Bellatrix rolled her tongue over his head, bobbing on the end for a second and
then taking him all the way in, tongue flicking out to taste his balls slapping
at her lower lip as she was facefucked by the 17-year-old boy-who-lived.
Harry grunted out his approval of her talents as he grabbed her hair with both
hands, pulling painfully at the thick tresses and using them as leverage as he
pulled out and came all over Bellatrix's face and hair.
Belletrix heaved a great sigh though she should've known that it wasn't over
yet. Harry disappeared from her vision and shortly afterwards a sharp crack
rang throughout the room and a stinging pain burst on her bare ass cheeks.
"Aahhh!" A pained cry broke free from her dry throat, the unexpected pain
making her eyes shine with tears.
"Does that hurt, bitch?" Harry spat in a gravelly voice. "That's good." He
repeatedly smacked her bare ass again, pausing momentarily and letting the
sting of each soak in before delivering the next.
Harry didn't stop until the entirety of Bellatrix's, once creamy and white,
backside was a red a a ripe tomato.
He then took his once again hard cock and spreading her raw ass cheeks, thrusts
into her anus with all the strength, hate and fury in his body.
Bellatrix let out a scream that could have been heard miles away as her ass was
ripped and ravaged by Harry's dry cock as he repeatedly dry fucked her, with
the only lubrication being her own blood that was quickly multiplying and
making it easier for Harry as he raped her ass until he came deep inside of
her, coating her brutally ravaged walls with his cum.
Harry pulled out of her and tucked himself back in his pants as he walked
around to face her again.
"Next time you should think of the consequences of your actions before you kill
someone." he snarled. "You're going to be sent to Azkaban now and I doubt they
will be as nice as I am." he smirked. "And I fully believe that you deserve
it."
Her sneered at her one last time and left with another loud clank as the door
opened and closed.
Only when he left did Bellatrix allow herself to let the undying streams if
tears fall as she sobbed for her pain and the loss of the life she once had.
Chapter End Notes
     Ooh, creepy, rapist Harry! Avenging Sirius's death in a way she'll
     never forget!
***** Save me, my prisoner (Remus/Draco Request #12 - Part 1) *****
Chapter by orphan_account
Chapter Summary
     This is a abso-fucking-lutely beautiful story!
     I wish I could say I will do it justice, but sadly I cannot.
     I shall merely do my best to make it as wonderful as the requester
     made it sound.
     There won't be smut in every chapter coz I hafta work up to it!
Chapter Notes
     Remus/Draco again! Please enjoy it! I know I did!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Blood.
Blood and sweat.
The stench of the Malfoy's dungeon assaulted Remus's senses and made his
stomach turn.
He wanted to expell the contents of his stomach, but his rational mind told him
that it would be best to keep what little he had inside of him, inside of him.
Cause god knows when they were going to feed him.
He had been brought to the Malfoy's dungeon just the day before and left to rot
there in a cold, damp cell with another boy about 12 years old. His name was
Peter. The person in the neighboring cell told Remus that he was taken from his
cell every three days for two hours and returned in a crumbled, broken, bloody
mess of a boy. "They give him to Greyback." was all he said before shutting up
and going back to huddling in the corner of his cell.
Remus didn't want to believe it, but when he got close to the boy he could
smell the other werewolf's scent on him and was sickened beyond anything else.
The thoughts of what the poor chilf must have been forced to endure was the
final straw on Remus's stomach and he rolled over, spilling the contents of his
stomach all over the cold cell floor.
He collapsed onto the non-vomit-covered part of the floor and sighed deeply,
breathing shakily as he moaned silently into the crook of his arms that he had
placed over his eyes.
The sound of the cell door opening and the shuffling of feet on the ground,
alerted Remus to the fact that another person had entered his cell.
"See what's wrong with him and fix him up."
Remus felt a jolt of shock race down his spine as his eyes flew open and he
looked up at the person standing in the doorway.
Severus Snape sneered back at him and hate mixed with loathing, fury and a
undescribable desire to kill burned in Remus's chest as he looked up at
Severus, completely ignoring the boy who had shuffled over to tend to him.
Snape sneered and slammed the door shut with a loud 'clang'.
Remus jumped slightly and tensed up when a cool rag was placed to his temple.
He caught the wrist of the person holding it and looked up into the frightened,
tired and sad face of Draco Malfoy.
The boy's eyes were empty shells where so many emotions had been ripped from
their stormy depths. His hair was dirty and messed up, his clothes were torn
and threadbare, all in all he didn't look any better off then any of the
prisoners.
"What are you doing?" Remus spat, scooting away from Draco and staring at him
scathingly. "Why aren't you up there with your death eater pals?" he almost
wished ha hadn't said the words when a stricken look crossed Draco's delicate
features.
Instead of answering Draco mopped up the floor then went over to Peter and
talked to the boy in hushed tones for a few minutes.
Remus was floored when the white-blond 17-year-old slytherin hugged the little
boy, whispering silent comforts into Peter's mahogany hair, his eyes closed and
sparkling tears rolling down his pale cheeks.
Remus silently watched the exchange from his sitting position on the floor.
Draco ruffled the little boy's hair and smiled down at him. He laughed at
something Peter said and kissed his forehead. "I have to go now, Peter." He
whispered just loud enough for Remus to here. "You're such a strong boy, but
please don't fight them." he said with more tears slipping down his cheeks.
"You'll just make it worse."
Peter nodded and hugged Draco's midsection. "I won't, I promise." Draco smiled,
exposing his white, perfectly-lined teeth. "Good boy."
Draco stood up and walked past Remus to the door. He knocked on it. "I'm done
Severus! You're boyfriend is okay, so let me out!"
Remus snarled at the mere thought of Severus being his boyfriend and he heard
Severus swearing at Draco through the door as the locks clanked and the door
opened.
Draco picked up his bucket of water he had cleaned the floor with and he
trudged out with a very noticable limp in his walk.
Remus was confused about this all. He rubbed his temples to relieve the
headache he could feel forming and moaned slightly as he leaned against the
wall and let his brain relax.
What was going on? That could NOT have been Draco Malfoy!
The werewolf pulled his knees up to his chest and dropped his head ontop of
them, letting a dazed dream-filled sleep take over his mind.
*Noooo! Peter! No! Please! Let him go! Take me instead! Take me!*
Chapter End Notes
     Dramatic cliffhangerish ending. If you love it you'll R&R! (review
     and request)
***** Harry/Molly (Request #13) *****
Chapter by orphan_account
Chapter Summary
     Harry/Molly. This has got to be the WIERDEST pairing I have ever
     encountered in the entire HP fandom.
     How interesting to see what I'll come up with for them.
Chapter Notes
     The amount of wierdness is beyond all imaginings.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Molly Weasley had a secret.
One that she had not even shared with her husband.
Molly Weasley was a size queen.
Molly Weasley hadn't meant to see what she did that day, but when she
did,.....there was no way she could UNsee it.
Harry Potter was an exceptionally 'gifted' boy, especially for a 17-year-old.
Molly hadn't tried to notice Harry's large 'gift' when she accidentally walked
in on him in the shower, but see it, she did.
Molly was bustling about the kitchen, cleaning this and that, and also trying
to distract herself from the fact that Harry was in her house and they were
ALONE.
Molly paused for a second as images of Harry's wet, steamy, very-naked body
clouded her mind.
She right in the middle of admiring his abnormally large image cock when Harry
walked into the kitchen.
Molly was already wet to the point of staining her panties, and the sight of
shirtless Harry in low-rider jeans just magnified the situation. The evil denim
dipped just low enough to expose a few dark curls of pubic hair, and it cupped
his cock so tightly that if you didn't know he was 'gifted' you would think he
had a hard-on.
"Can I help you, Harry?" Molly asked, trying to sound as normal as possible.
The emerald-eyed boy shook his head, sending a sweet smell wafting around the
room from his hair, and also flipping drips of water everywhere too.
Molly's eyes widened just slightly and she turned away from him, missing the
deadly smirk that had settled on his lips.
A loud shriek escaped Molly's lips when Harry firmly gripped her ass in his
hand.
"What are you doing, Mr. Potter?!" she hissed as color flooded her cheeks.
Harry leered down at her. "Appreciating something that Arthur doesn't have time
to." he said walking forward and trapping her between him and the counter.
"Harry, no someone could be home at anytime and this wouldn't look right."
Harry laughed a deep throaty chuckle. "Who said this was right?" he asked
grinding his hips against hers and pressing his now very obvious erection
against her.
Molly almost had a heart attack, he had to be at least twice as big as Arthur,
if not three times.
A moan escaped her lips as Harry grasped her right breast in his hand,
massaging the large mound through her thin, cotton dress. His fingers
searching, and finally locating, her nipple and rolling it between his
forefinger and thumb as she squirmed against his body.
Molly let out a undignified gasp when Harry dropped his hand and rucked her
skirt up, dipping his hand into her panties and thumbing her clit.
"You're so wet." Harry said smirking as Molly made no move to stop him when he
pulled her panties down, exposing her lower half to him.
The 17-year-old deftly undid his pants and dropped them to the floor, letting
his massive erection spring free from the evil denim confines. "You've been
wanting this, haven't you?" he teased, grabbing Molly and pushing them close
enough that the tip of his massive length was brushing her entrance.
"Y-yes,...oh, fuck, Harry." Molly moaned loudly when Harry penetrated her, the
older woman cried out at the complete ecstacy of being filled to the limits and
beyond by Harry's huge 14 inch cock.
It took a minute or two, but soon enough Harry was fully-seated in Molly's
tight heat as she begged him to move.
And move he did. Thrusting into her with a power that was entirely foreign to
the Weasley wife. She moaned and screamed, writhed and bucked, as Harry
ruthlessly fucked her against the kitchen counter.
It was but a short time before Molly came onto Harry's cock, the creamy-white
cum drizzling out onto the floor as she went limp and let Harry fuck her
senseless.
Harry's movements became jerky and disorganized as he too neared his orgasm.
Cumming hard while letting out a animalistic growl, lazily thrusting into Molly
as he rode out his orgasm.
Afterwards, both participants redressed themselves and went back to their
seperate lives.
Both waiting for a chance to someday be alone again.
Chapter End Notes
     -_- Woooow. I'm not sure wether I should laugh or cry.
     R&R please!!!
***** The winner *****
Chapter by orphan_account
Chapter Summary
     The announcement of the winner!
Okay, I've thought long and hard about this decision and am confident that I
made the right one.
I, sadly, was unable to choose between The Rise Of Harry Potter and Save Me, My
Prisoner.
I will give you all 4 days and in that time I ask that EVERY person that reads
this story, reviews ON THIS CHAPTER and tells me which one they liked better
and would like continued.
Then that one will be the winner.
Thank you to all and all waiting for one-shots to be published, I hope you can
forgive me, but it'll be a while, coz I'm really struggling with faamily
problems and don't have a lot of time for writing.
I thank you for your understanding.
-Severa Malfoy
***** The Official Winner! *****
Chapter by orphan_account
Chapter Summary
     Yayyyy! So excited!
Chapter Notes
     Just a note for y'all.
     I loved all of the requests! I have yet to get one that I don't like!
Okay, Everybody! It's 3 votes to 2 votes and "Save Me, My Prisoner" wins!
Congradulations to our winner!
If you would be so kind as to contact me, I would love to get to work on your
10+ chapter story, right as soon as I catch up on my one-shots. (give it plenty
of thought)
And for the rest of you waiting for you requests.
I am starting on them now and I hope to have them finished by the end of the
weekend or 05/10/2014.
Thank you for your patience, it is so appreciated.
-Severa Malfoy
***** Harry/Ginny/Hermione (Request #14) *****
Chapter by orphan_account
Chapter Summary
     Um,...it's a Ginny/Hermione/Harry. Pretty self explanatory.
Chapter Notes
     Ginny likes Harry.
     Hermione is possessive.
     Harry is horny.
     Easy to say the Gryffindor house gets defiled in the process of their
     wierd and somewhat creepy threesome.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Harry was tired. He had been practicing quidditch all day and he wanted a nap.
The emerald-eyed boy trudged slowly up to his bedroom, ignoring, or completely
missing, the knowing looks and sniggers sent his way from everyone around the
common room.
Harry, completely oblivious, continued his tired trek up to his room. Hearing
voices on the other side, Harry had went in thinking it was Ron, but he was not
expecting it to be Ginny and Hermione.
He most definitely did not expect it to be Hermione without her robes and Ginny
in a skanky little stripper suit.
Harry goggled at them both. "What are you two doing?" he demanded, trying to
keep his eyes averted from Ginny's luscious form, the milky white skin, a
patchwork art of freckles scattered over every inch of bare skin....which was a
lot of inches of bare skin.
Both girls flushed a bright red and humiliated expressions appeared on their
faces.
Harry shook his head. "Never mind, I don't think I want to know."
He headed over to the other side of the room letting the girls alone to
silently whisper at eachother under his breath.
Harry dropped his robes and turned around just a second before he realized that
he was more affected by that damned suit than he thought.
Harry expected the girls to break into a fit of giggles when the saw him, he
turned away quickly, hiding his boner from view and mentally cursing the bits
of leather adorning Ginny's body.
But no sound escaped the girl's lips, Harry looked to see that they were gone.
He thought he was safe, until a warm body was pressed against him from behind
and a hand cupped around his tented trousers, making him yelp in surprise.
Hermione, who was usually the most modest person in existance, was removing her
clothes as she traipsed over to them from where she had been locking the door.
Harry's eyes practically popped out of his head as he looked at Hermione's
naked body. The girl had curves that should be outlawed! Her skin was a pale
pink hue and unblemished, looking as if she could've been a statue made of
marble and her skin wouldn't look any different.
"Cast a privacy and a silence charm." Ginny mumbled against Harry's neck as she
mouthed at his skin, tasting the sweet musky flavor that was entirely Harry.
Hermione dug her wand out of her discarded robes and whispered a few silent
spells, casting charms so no one would hear them.
Harry was in heaven as Ginny palmed his cock through his trousers.
The black-haired boy pushed away from Ginny and struggled out of his shirt. The
evil contraption refusing to let go of Harry's lithe body.
He managed to remove it and set to work on his trousers, removing them and
leaving himself in his very tented boxers.
Ginny and Hermione led Harry over to the bed and made him lay down, joining him
as they did.
Ginny pulled the string tyinging her bra together and the infernal scrap of
material fell away, letting her breasts free to be admired.
Wasting no real time, Hermione placed a hot kiss on Harry's lips, which he
returned quite vigorously.
Hermione nodded at Ginny who got the message and position herself over Harry's
dick and slid onto him with an agonizingly slow pace that made Harry whine in
impatience.
Hermione straddled Harry's face, facing Ginny and Harry set to work devouring
Hermione's insides, flicking his tongue into her folds and licking up the salty
juices coating her insides.
Ginny and Hermione both writhed and moaned as Harry fucked them both, Ginny
with his dick and Hermione with his tongue.
Ginny screamed in delight when Hermione reached over to Ginny and fingered the
other girl's clit, helping her to her release as she rode both girl's love.
Ginny cried out loudly when she came, the white liquid draining out onto Harry.
Ginny tried to return Hermione's favor, but Harry wasn't sharing, so Ginny
settled for caressing and sucking on Hermione's well-sized breasts.
Hermione came shortly after Harry did and the three lay there together.
Each one passed out from exaustion.
It was wierd and fucked up, but at least, one way or another, Harry got his
nap.
Chapter End Notes
     I'm so ashamed of myself.
***** The Rise Of Harry Potter (Request #9 - Part 2) *****
Chapter by orphan_account
Chapter Summary
     Harry awakens in the hospital wing.
     His magic has soared to a level beyond all imagination.
     He has changed. And he, right away, begins to convert others into his
     twisted rule.
     Beginning with Snape and Dumbledore.
Chapter Notes
     I'm so evil.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The room was dark, the window's shut, blocking out the light.
Harry's still figure lies atop the bed.
A minute ticks by.
Another.
And another.
And an—
Harry's eyes flashed open, the emerald irises drowning in a mix of red and
black as he blankly looked around.
The young wizard slipped off of the bed, he picked up his wand off of the table
and waved it once. A jet of red sparks soared out of the end and a sadistic
smile curved onto Harry's lips as he once again tested his powers.
He didn't even look up when the door flew open and Severus Snape and Albus
Dumbledore walked in.
Severus' eyes widened when he saw Harry's magic powers. "I thought you said you
could fix this before he woke up." he growled at Dumbledore.
The older wizard looked at Harry, who had slightly turned his attention to
them.
Snape almost went into a blind rage when Harry's eyes raked suggestively over
the older man's body, a leering smile set on the younger boy's lips. "Looking
good, Snape." Harry said, a slight dangerous edge resided in his voice, as he
openly oogled his potions teacher.
Snape had his wand out and was shouting a spell before Dumbledore could've
spoken.
"Sectumsem—"
Snape's entire body froze in mid-air, as well as his voice. He just stood there
with an expression of pure rage on his face. Harry smirked at him and tut-
tutted, wagging his finger at the older man.
"That's not very nice, Snape." Harry said, walking towards them with a
suggestive sway to his lean hips.
Harry suddenly appeared behind Dumbledore and sank his teeth into the other
man's neck briefly, just enough to draw blood.
Dumbledore gasped in shock, he reached up to grab the bitten spot, but he
stopped and took a few ragged breaths, then he straightened up and sighed
slightly, rolling his shoulders and relaxing his body.
Snape looked at him and noticed that his eyes were swimming with red and black,
Harry had infected him.
Snape started swearing as many words as he could think of, but none came out
due to his frozen state.
Harry stepped in front of Dumbledore. "Go to the burrow and tell them to
prepare for a visit from Harry Potter." the boy said.
To Snape's complete bafflement, Dumble bowed slightly to Harry. "Yes, Lord." he
said, and then he left.
He left poor frozen Severus alone with Harry Potter.
Snape was in the middle of trying to formulate a plan when a cool hand ran up
his back, under his robes and dress shirt.
He wanted to curse and yell and cut Harry Potter into a thousand tiny pieces,
but he couldn't do any of that, so he settled for trying to glare Harry to
death as the younger wizard touched him innapropriately through his clothes and
under his clothes.
Harry smirked up at Severus's hate-filled expression. "Oh, don't be like that,
Sev." he said putting his hands on Severus's shoulders and standing to full-
height next to him.
"You'll really enjoy it when you see it all my way." he whispered, placing a
small, but completely evil kiss on Severus's lips.
Severus felt the bonds holding him being released and he staggered forward,
knocking Harry over and landing atop him on the bed.
Harry chuckled, the sound being completely too evil,...and sexy for Severus's
liking. "Eager, aren't we?" Harry said, batting his eyelashes at Severus.
The potions master felt a stinging pain in his neck and his vision went blank.
For a few seconds it felt as if he had been struck with crucio, but when his
vision cleared, he understood everything.
Harry Potter was his ruler.
Harry's rule was complete and whole.
The world revovled around Harry Potter's wants and needs.
Harry looked entirely too delicious for his own good.
Severus stood back and bowed low. "I apologize, M'lord." he said in his deep,
sexy voice.
Harry smiled at the older man. "You are forgiven, Severus. However, I still
require something from you."
"What is that, M'lord?"
"Dumbledore is taking a good long while about delivering a simple order, so you
can occupy me until then." Harry said, his meaning clear.
Severus nodded as he began to undress. "Anything for you, M'lord."
"When we make love, you are to call me Harry." the emerald-eyed boy commanded
as he too shed his clothes.
Severus nodded again. "I apologize. Anything for you, Harry." Severus said,
laying back on the hospital bed as Harry knelt over him on all fours.
"Would you like lubricant or should I take you dry?" Harry whispered darkly in
Severus's ear, making the other shiver.
Severus moaned slightly. "Whichever you desire, M'lo—Harry." Severus said.
Harry smirked. "Such an good partner." He said waving his wand and lubricating
Severus's entrance and Harry's cock.
"I shall reward you with a nicer experience." Harry said, pushing into
Severus's tight arsehole, forcing his way past the rings of muscle and into the
core of Severus's heat.
The two thrusted together with and against eachother, both drowning in the
euphoria of their wild, sex on the bed.
Dumbledore returned with important news, but he left silently, to give the two
privacy.
Chapter End Notes
     I'm so evil to Snape. :D
     Crazy hot sex on a hospital bed.....how wierd.
     BTW Harry has been turned into MY VERSION of a succubus. Practically
     he's a vampire who bites to infect (infect, meaning turn them into
     his followers), but not drink blood or kill. He is also nonstop horny
     and sexes everyone he can (there are very rare exceptions, such as
     Dumbledore)
     Please show this story love because it needs some!
***** Save Me, My Prisoner (Request #12 - Part 2) *****
Chapter by orphan_account
Chapter Summary
     Remus wakes to find Peter gone.
     When the boy is returned he is close to death.
     Remus assists Draco when the young man attempts to save the life of
     the child...
Chapter Notes
     This is tragic and very sad. :( (more sad in next chapter than this
     one)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It had been 5 days since Remus was captured and he had made friends with Peter
and, at the boy's request, was polite to Draco when he brought them their small
daily food rations. (Voldemort couldn't have his prisoners dying of starvation,
now could he? Then they wouldn't get to torture them.)
Remus learned that the blond boy was as much a prisoner as himself.
He had been appointed healer of the prisoners by Voldemort, and if one died,
Draco shared Peter's fate of being one of the victims of Greyback's sick
torture for a whole day.
Remus also learned that Draco feared Greyback more than any other person, even
Voldemort himself could not make the boy cringe and shiver as he did when the
werewolf's name was mentioned.
Eventually Remus was able to stand the boy and understand that his actions as
Voldemort's death eater had been for the protection of his family and he
truthfully had no desire what-so-ever to follow the dark lord. After learning
this, Remus came to like Draco and also was fiercely protective of him, though
he never showed it.
Things seemed as if they could actually be toleratable in the dark, dank
dungeon, awaiting rescue, until the day arrived...
*No! Peter! Please don't take him! Take me! Take me!*
Remus awoke with a start, his body was drenched in sweat and he panted as he
mentally recovered from the nightmare.
He looked around for the small child that was supposed to be sharing his
cramped cell. But after a quick scan Remus deducted that Peter was not there.
Jumping up, Remus went to the side of the cell and looked at the man inside.
"Where's Peter?!" He demanded in his most authorative voice.
The haggard man looked up, his twitchy eyes jumping back and forth. "They came
and took 'im while you'z asleep." he mumbled. "They'z givin' 'im to that
monster 'gin."
Remus groaned and mentally cursed himself for falling asleep. "How long has it
been?" he asked, attempting to keep himself calm when the boy he had claimed as
his cub was probably being ravished by a creature of pure evil.
The older man shrugged. "About 14 hours. They drugged yo' food rations so you'z
wouldn' make any trouble'z for 'em when they took the boy."
Remus pushed himself away from the bars and growled. 'How could've he let this
happen?' He berated himself as he paced the small expanse of cell, worrying the
bpttoms of his feet, and the syones underneath, to death from the constant
burning friction.
The prisoners in the other cells began to get worried and tried to calm him
down by the fifth hour when he started throwing his body into the door as hard
as he could and punching the walls until his knuckles were bleeding and he was
sure he had at least two broken fingers.
Ignoring their warnings, Remus continued his assault on the cell until, with
one final cry and punch, he passed out on the cold, stone floor.
"Remus! Remus, help me, I don't know what to do!"
The sandy-haired werewolf was jerked out of his unconcious state by the voice
of one very distressed Draco Malfoy.
"What's wrong?" Remus asked, temporarily forgetting his reason for passinb out
onto the floor, until Draco's next words brought it right back.
"I think Peter is dying!"
Chapter End Notes
     So sorry, but I had to do it. Will continue sooner or later.
***** Request #15 (I think) Tonks/Luna/Hermione/Ginny *****
Chapter by orphan_account
Chapter Summary
     Ginny, Hermione and Luna get up to some kinky trouble by playing
     around with black magic and giving them all male reproductive organs.
     (in other words they now have dicks.)
Chapter Notes
     Luna wonders if they (she and Hermione) could get Ginny pregnant.
     During their experimentations Tonks discovers them "playing".
     The older woman asks to join and the younger 3 gladly allow her.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Tonks was on her way to to the kitchen to get a drink in the middle of the
night. She was passing Hermione's room when a deep moan stopped her in her
tracks.
At first Tonks thought that one of the Weasley boys might have snuck into the
girl's room for some late night fun, but as she pressed her ear to the door and
listened, she could only hear the voices of three young witches.
A wicked smirk crossed over Tonks lips when she picked up on some of their
whispering, the near silence was puncuated by the sound of skin slapping
together and muffled moans.
Tonks gripped the door handle and twisted it, surprised to find it unlocked she
walked inside and closed it behind her.
The three girls on the bed looked up at her with matching expressions of
horror, terror and humiliation.
Tonks smirked as she looked at the three young bodies tangled with eachother on
the bed.
Hermione was mid-thrust into Ginny's pussy and Luna was hovering over the
redhead while Ginny sucked the cock that was now attatched to her body where
her pussy had been.
All three girls looked like a still life picture and Tonks was getting hard,
just looking at them.
"P-please don't tell anybody!" Hermione gasped, attempting to hide her male
genitalia.
Tonks raised an eyebrow. "I won't spoil your fun, mind if I join?"
The three girl's eyes dropped to Tonks pants where a very noticable bulge had
appeared.
They exchanged glances and nodded in synchronization. "Yes, we would be pleased
to have you." Luna said sitting back and pulling her dick away from Ginny's
face, the other girl whining as she did so.
Tonks shed her clothes slowly and seductively, putting on a show for the three
younger girls.
"So, what prompted the temporary sex change?" Tonks asked, now fully nude,
climbing onto the bed with the others.
Hermione clammed up, Ginny blushed and Luna laughed. "I was curious about
wether or not we could get Ginny pregnant." she said running a smooth hand over
the ginger's flat stomach.
Tonks chuckled. "Well, you can, so be careful."
Hermione, apparently no longer concerned with the other girl's, once again
began thrusting slowly in and out of Ginny's wet hole.
Tonks grabbed Hermione's arm. "Let me show you a great way to do this..."
oOo
Ginny Weasley screamed out into the now Silencio'd room as, her screeching
cries being muffled by the fair-sized dick being rammed down her throat as her
ass and pussy were pounded by two slightly larger dicks.
"Fuck!" Hermione cried, even surprising herself as she thrusted feverishly into
the ginger girl's drenched pussy. The sensation of feeling Ginny's tightness
coupled with Tonks' dick rubbing against hers through the thin membrane
seperating them as they fucked the ginger girl into oblivion was enough to
quickly push Hermione over the edge.
She came quickly, spurting thick ropes of pearly white cum into Ginny, the
orgasm tripping a chain reaction, the sensation making Ginny's body react,
screaming and tensing up as she came.
The intense vibrations caused Luna to cum and her anal muscles clenched tightly
around Tonks, delivering her her orgasm as well.
Luna leaned over and kissed Ginny softly as they basked in the afterglow of
sex.
Tonks used a cleaning spell and redressed herself. She was at the door when
Hermione's voice stopped her.
"We're getting together next week, same time, same place.....join us?"
Tonks smiled back at her. "Of course."
Chapter End Notes
     Well that was entirely wierd. Haha But also different and unusual.
***** Request #16 (Draco/Hermione) *****
Chapter by orphan_account
Chapter Summary
     Gryffindor hosts a interhouse party, Hermione stays in the library
     all night.
     She comes back to find a very naked, rather drunk, bloody gorgeous
     Slytherin sex god in her bed.
Hermione almost gagged at the thick scent of beer, firewhiskey, sex and even
the muggy scent of drugs that hung in the air.
The Gryffindor common room was littered with bodies of people in various stages
of undress and in some cases even in the middle of intimate workings.
Feeling slightly ill, Hermione ran up to her room, hoping for some peace and
quiet.
She entered her room, hastily locked the door and slumped against it.
"What the ever-fucking hell?" Was the words that left her lips when she saw a
lump in her bed.
Silently the Gryffindor tiptoed over to peek at the partially covered person.
She almost screamed at the unfairness of the world when Draco Malfoy's blond
hair and stunning facial features came into view.
The Slytherin sex god was in her bed. And he was abso-fucking-lutely naked.
Hermione let her eyes travel the expanse of Draco's body, his skin was like
marble perfection and his body looked like it had been sculpted by angels.
By the time her naughty eyes reached his hips they were met with the
disappointing white bed sheets that were draped over his lower half, covering
it all except one leg that had slipped out from under the cursed white material
and was lying there bare up to his mid-thigh.
Hermione's knickers were properly soaked by then.
"If you're just going to stare I'm going to leave." Draco's husky, sleepy voice
made every one of Hermione's nerves go on edge, but for once she liked it.
Hermione looked up at the white-blond Slytherin boy. "Why are you in my bed?"
she asked.
Draco smirked at her and her knees practically melted from the sexy, heated
look. "I believe the real question is why are you NOT in your bed?" Draco said
suggestively in his to-die-for voice.
Hermione was about to snap at his comment, but then decided why waste a golden
opportunity to get laid by the sexiest boy in the whole school? "Is there room
for another?" she asked in a seductive tone while batting her eyelashes heavily
at him.
Draco smirked. "We'll make room." he purred. "But it may be more spacious
without those robes and such adorning your body though."
Hermione smirked and slowly began undressing herself, letting her robes drop to
the floor and her remaining attire soon followed.
Hermione had been watching Draco's crotch with the fascination of a child as
she watched a bulge grow there. Draco was very amused by this and showed this
by chuckling deeply and shaking his head slowly.
Hermione, now fully naked, timidly crawled onto the bed next to Draco who was
staring up at her with a challenging "Please me" expression.
Hermione took this challenge to heart and started working her fingers over his
sinfully smooth skin and delighting in the feel of it. She cautiously made her
way lower until she reached the v of his hips and she looked shyly up at Draco
as if asking permission. Draco smirked at her and she returned her attention to
the swelled organ hovering just under her hand, she could feel the heat of it
and could see it twitching and throbbing under the white sheet. She brushed the
head with her fingertip testing, before grabbing it firmly through the sheet
and giving a satisfying stroke.
Draco watched her for a minute or two, but then he stopped her. "Not like
that." he commanded. "Take off the sheet."
Hermione all-too-eagerly complied with his order and soon Draco's glorious,
throbbing cock was standing straight and proud as Hermione stared at it with
something close to reverence.
"I never knew you were so well endowed, Malfoy." she smirked, capturing the
pulsating organ in her slim hand and stroking it with a devious smile on her
lips.
Draco sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth when Hermione suddenly took
him deep into her mouth, stroking his base with one hand and fondling his balls
with the other.
Hermione let out a small shriek when she was suddenly thrown onto her back and
Draco was hovering over her with a wicked gleam in his stormy-grey eyes.
"Say how much you want me, Granger." he purred, his voice a deep sexy tone that
made Hermione let out a keening whine.
"I want you so much!" She cried. "Please! Please,...."she paused and added.
"...Draco."
Without a second thought Draco plunged deep inside of her, making her howl like
a wounded animal as she was impaled on his beautiful dick.
"Fuck! Oh, fuck, Draco!" Hermione cried as she was ruthlessly fucked by the
gorgeous Slytherin.
It could have been minutes, it could have been hours, but when Hermione finally
spent herself, she knew that she would never forget this mind-blowing
experience with the one person that she hated most in the world.
Hermione looked lazily up at him through half-lidded eyes.
"Hey, Malfoy."
"What, Granger?"
"You're still a git, you know that, right?"
"You're still an annoying know-it-all, as well."
"Yeah. Nice, isn't it?"
"Go to sleep, Granger."
"Okay, g'night, Draco."
"........Goodnight, Hermione."
***** The Rise of Harry Potter (Request #9 - Part 3) *****
Chapter Summary
     Harry, now Lord Harry Potter Black, visits the Burrow.
     It happens to be the twin's birthday, and Harry has a lovely gift for
     them.
     Followed with at-the-table seducing and a hella lot of livingroom
     sex.
     Enjoy!
Chapter Notes
     This contains Underage! Incest! Non-con!
     If this in any way makes you uncomfortable please halt here and move
     on to a different story, thank you.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Harry dressed finely for his trip to the Burrow.
Since he had 'changed' his fashion tastes had as well.
He had grown his hair out just long enough to hang in a small ponytail, his
attire consisted of dark green robes that hugged him just right in all the
right places, accentuating his deliciously shaggable body shape, and his eyes
had brightened slightly in the green hue, but kept the scarlet and black
swirling in the emerald depths.
Harry was included in the few allowed to travel in and out of the wards
surrounding the Burrow by apparating and since he didn't feel exactly like
walking at the moment he used that to his advantage and apparated to the
Weasley's doorstep, with Severus at his side.
He knocked politely on the door and listened as several different people rushed
to answer it, when the door was opened and they all piled out, the resulting
crash was enough to make Harry smirk.
"HARRY!" Ginny and Hermione both yelled, launching themselves at him and
hugging him in a vice-like grip.
Harry spared a glance at their delicious necks, the smooth skin almost begging
him for a bite, but he resisted, deciding he would wait and seduce them first.
He tried to pull away from the girl's. "Please forgive me, but I have to
breathe." he said prying Ginny's arms from around his neck and holding them at
her sides, taking in a very obviously leering eyeful of her boobs as he did so.
Ginny, Hermione and Severus all watched Harry's gaze flick from Ginny's face to
her boobs and back, a suggestive smirk was settled on Harry's slightly fuller
lips.
Hermione instantly covered her eyes and stumbled into the house, past the pile
of boys still struggling on the floor.
Harry chuckled and released her with a wink. He waited until she got over her
shock and practically floated away with a dreamy smile on her face, he walked
over to the squirming pile of Weasley boys and was instantly curious if it was
accidental or if Fred and George were purposely locking Ron between their
bodies as they squirmed,.more like ground into eachother's bodies. The youngest
Weasley boy was blushing brightly and yelling as his older brother's whispered
in his ears, making him turn an even brighter red.
Harry cleared his throat with a grand amount of finesse and almost started
laughing when all three boys gawped at him.
"Who in..."
"...all hell"
"...is that"
"...beautiful creature?" George finished the twin's sentence and Harry smirked.
He was going to have much fun with the twin devils.
"Oi, Harry, is that you?" Ron asked, wiggling away from his brothers and
standing next to Harry.
The raven-haired boy noticed that his best friend had changed over the summer
and it was a good thing, he had gotten taller, his muscles had filled out and
his hair was just long enough to let auburn curls lay over his head in small
waves.
Harry almost purred at the thought of making this boy writhe under him in
pleasure.
"Yes, it's me, Ron." he said with a smile and a glance at his crotch that went
unnoticed by everyone except Severus.
Fred and George got up too and joined them. "Harry!" they said in unison.
"What happened to you, mate?"
"You're bloody gorgeous!"
Ron winced, the twins were never ones to mince words and they were again just
blurting things out without thought.
Harry simply gave them a demure smile and a wink. "Yes, it's rather nice, isn't
it?"
Fred threw his arm around Harry's shoulder. "Hey, guess what! It's mine and
Georgie's birthday!" he said, smiling brightly.
George took up Harry's other side and the twin's led him into the house where
he was met with Molly and Arthur, both smiling at him.
"Harry!" Molly cried out in happiness, bringing him into a tight hug. "I've
been so worried about you, child."
Harry faked a sweet smile as he slid his arms around the older woman and hugged
her back, smirking at the feel of her ample breasts against his chest.
Harry winked at Hermione who was watching from afar. The brown-haired girl
looked away with a blush on her cheeks and Harry smirked. Molly pulled away
from him and he shook Arthur's hand, feeling a spark of interest flare up at
the man's strong grip. He pondered on having found a possible dominant amongst
the submissives. Severus noticed this too and growled under his breath, this
did not go unnoticed by Fred who smirked at him, causing the older man's cheeks
to flood with color.
Harry looked towards the twins who were smirking at eachother. "I've got a
birthday present for you two." he said with a smirk.
The twins looked at him eagerly. "What is it?"
Harry shook his head. "Not here."
Fred shrugged and after making up an excuse and promising to be back in an hour
for dinner, they spirited Harry away to their bedroom.
Harry locked the door and looked at the two waiting with excited smiles on
their faces.
"Close your eyes." he commanded.
The twins rolled their eyes, but did as they were told.
Harry shed his clothes and he looked at them with a wicked smirk on his full
lips.
"Now open them."
To say that Fred and George's eyes widened at the sight of Harry's naked body
was an understatement, their eyes practically popped out of their heads as they
took in Harry's glorius form.
Harry smirked at them. "Happy birthday." he took a step closer, his hips
wiggling suggestively. "For your birthday, I give you....my body."
George looked at him in complete shock. "But, but, Harry,..." he weakly
protested, but he trailed off as he tried to concentrate on not getting hard
from the beautiful body being put on display for him.
Fred was having the same problem, but made no move to conceal it.
The older weasley boy had decided then and there that he wanted Harry, and if
Harry was freely giving himself up, then like hell was Fred going to give up
the chance.
He got to his knees, without even looking at Harry, Fred knew what to do. He
shuffled over to Harry and opened his mouth. Harry fisted the ginger's hair
tightly and roughly shoved his hard cock through Fred's lips and deep into his
wet, warm oral cavity.
Fred loved being used, he loved being a cock-sucking bitch, he loved it when
his lover got rough and it simply turned him on even more.
Fred Weasley was a kinky little bastard and Harry Potter discovered that he
found that rather appealing. Harry spelled away Fred's clothes and let out a
growl of appreciation at the boy's body. It was tones, muscled and decorated
with a patchwork of freckles on every bit of his body.
George was sitting there feeling rather left out as he watched this and showed
it by pouting rather forcefully and waltzing over to Harry. It's my birthday
too." he complained, sliding his hands over Harry's creamy chest and connecting
their lips in a heated kiss.
Harry smirked. He had known that the twin ginger devils would be easy to
convince once they were shown what they wanted, and that was Harry.
Harry spelled away George's clothes away as well and the younger Weasley
shivered as a gust of cool air hit him.
He let out a small whine into Harry's mouth when Fred grasped his cock and
stroked it in time with Harry thrusts into his mouth.
"Damn, Harry." George whispered. "I never knew how much I wanted to be with
you." he kissed Harry reverently and trailed his hands slowly down his body,
his mouth following shortly after, kissing, licking and biting at Harry's
beautiful unmarred skin.
Fred mumbled his agreement to George's words and moved a little to the side as
his brother knelt down next to him. Fred watched his brother with lust filled
eyes as he bent almost at an impossible angle and teased Harry's balls with his
tongue, flicking it out to taste him then sucking the into his mouth one after
the other for a taste.
Harry was practically writhing on the spot from the wonderful feeling. He
smirked down at the two, though it didn't look very smirkish with his lazy grin
and hungry lust-filled eyes that raked slowly over both boys below him.
None-the-less both boys groaned from the look and uselessly rutted the air,
searching for friction against their aching needs.
Deciding that he should reward the boys for such a spectacular performance he
pulled away from them and knelt on the floor with them.
Grabbing both gorgeous redheads around the neck, he pulled them into a sloppy
three-way kiss that was all teeth and tongues, heat and fire roaring around
them as their magic crackled with the sheer intensity of their lust.
"Fuck, Harry." Fred moaned, grabbing him and kissing him harshly on the lips.
"I want you, Harry! Please, I want you so much!" Fred begged against the other
boy's lips.
Harry smirked and complied by rolling him onto his back. George cried out the
unfairness of it, until Harry silenced him with a kiss and a promise that he
would get his turn, in the meantime Harry used George's mouth to properly lube
his cock, while he used his fingers, wet with precum from him and Fred, to
stretch out Fred's ass and properly prepare him for what was coming. George
moaned at the sight and could help slicking his finger with saliva and adding
it to the two of Harry's already probing around inside of his older brother's
tight asshole.
Fred moaned and clenched at the material, that just happened to be Harry's
robes, tightly gripping the dark green fabric as he was finger fucked by two
people at once.
The ginger mewled in disappointment when they were removed, but it was short-
lived as something much bigger replaced them when Harry, deeming Fred properly
prepared, shoved himself into the older boy's ass.
George sat to the side, refraining from touching himself as he watched Harry
repeated drill himself into the older ginger, both boys were moaning and
whispering obscenities under their breath as they fucked and were fucked.
Harry looked down at the beautiful boy beneath him, he was hot, panting,
sweating and looked like an angel. Harry half-expected wings to sprout from
between those deliciously freckled shoulder blades and a golden halo to appear
above his mop of red tresses.
And now he was Harry's.
Harry loved the sound of that.
His.
Fred was his.
Severus was his.
George was soon to be his as well.
Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Molly.
Harry would make them all his.
But Arthur,....Arthur would be the first to take Harry.
Arthur would belong to Harry in a different way, but he would still be Harry's.
The raven-haired boy purred as he thrusted deeply into Fred.
The future was laid out so clearly before him. All he had to do was take it.
The world was to be his, and his forever.
Harry came deep inside of Fred with the thought fresh in his mind. The tight
hot channel clenching around his throbbing organ was too much and he spilled
his thick white semen into the other boy.
Fred was set off by the sensation and came with a great roar, spilling his cum
all over his and Harry's stomachs.
Harry nodded at George, the younger Weasley scrambled over to them and cleaned
them of every last bit of cum on their skin.
Harry lay next to Fred for a little bit, enjoying the feeling if George's
sinful tongue sliding over his skin, cleaning him and returning him to full
hardness.
The soft muscle slipped up his inner thigh and came to rest at the base of his
once again fully erect cock.
Harry's stomach was clenching and his hands tightened around whatever he was
holding, which turned out to be one of the twin's Christmas jumpers.
Harry took a brief second to chuckle at the clothing before tossing it away and
simply losing himself in the incredible waves of sexual stimulation rushing
through his body all of it going directly to his twitching, pulsing cock.
The cock that George took into his mouth. Harry's hips jerked up reflexively
and he fucked up mumbling someone's name that even he couldn't remember.
George hollowed out his cheeks, applying suction to the swollen organ and
teasing the slit with his tongue.
Harry was jerking at every touch, moaning at every sound, he was in a world of
sexual completeness and he fucking loved it.
He knew that if George continued the way he was, Harry surely would cum before
he had a chance to fuck that beautiful ass.
"Stop, George." he commanded the older boy.
George looked up at him expectantly. "Yes, Harry?" he asked, hoping he would
get his reward for being patient.
Harry smirked, at him. "Go lie on the bed." he ordered, though it was soft and
sweet as a lover's whisper should be.
The younger Weasley nodded and got up, padded over to the bed and laid back on
it. Harry smirked and stood as well, seeing as how Fred had passed out, he
figured it was best not to disturb the other boy.
The raven-haired boy climbed across the bed behind him. "No, you get on all
fours." Harry said with a slight smirk to his words.
George's body was trembling with anticipation of what was to come and Harry
could feel the excitement practically rolling off of him in waves.
Harry growled possessively at the beautiful sight before him. George's ass was
practically in his face, just positively begging to be fucked. Harry found this
making him even harder, which was difficult, and decided to tease the ginger a
little bit.
Harry knelt behind George and spread his ass cheeks, giving him a perfect view
of George's tight pucker. The sight almost had Harry going over the edge, he
couldn't wait to be buried in that delectable ass. But first Harry wanted to
have some fun with him.
He leaned down and licked around the clenching ring of muscle, making George
cry out loudly and a violent shudder to wrack his body.
The emerald-eyed boy was practically drooling when he finally pushed in, the
excess saliva making it easy to penetrate him with the minimum amount of pain.
George's body was impossibly tight and he couldn't relax his muscles even for a
minute because Harry kept pushing that glorious tongue inside of him and
practically fucking him with the strong, pink muscle.
Harry was very much enjoying the delightful task of pleasuring George and was
almost disappointed when the boy l pulled away from him, until he started
begging for Harry's cock.
"Please, Harry!" George begged, rutting against the blanket and making Harry
chuckle in a slightly sadistic tone.
"Do you want me, George?" he purred, getting two of his fingers wet and
inserting them one after the other in George to prepare him.
Harry loved the way George's pale, freckled skin was flushed angry red and his
body quivered against each touch. "Harry,...not enough!" George pleaded,
bucking his hips back against the fingers as if trying to drive himself onto
them as hard as he could.
Harry pulled his fingers out and lubricated himself with a spell since Fred was
asleep. George was a whimpering, shuddering mess as Harry breached him, but
when he was fully inside, the ginger had never felt as incredible as he did
right then. "H-harry." he whispered, biting into a pillow. "Please move." he
begged.
Harry wouldn't have minded prolonging the torture, but George was not agreeing
and was already thrusting his hips back on Harry's cock, demanding that he get
what he wanted.
Harry set a steady rhythm and kept in time with it as he pounded into George
with a rather extreme amount of force, he was sure to have bruises.
The silence in the room was punctuated by the sound of skin slapping together
and small indistinguishable moans coming out of both of their mouths.
Their passion was all their own, yet it was a bond they shared, it intertwined
them together in a perfect unity as they went to the highest point of sexual
ecstasy and beyond.
George's release was quick without much a warning for Harry except the the
tight muscles clenching down on him as his lover orgasmned and the cries
pouring from his mouth as he did so.
Harry, too, was close, easily proven by the smooth, gentle movements of his
hips becoming jerky and rough as he got closer and finally finished himself off
inside the beautiful ginger boy.
George sighed deeply and let himself fall flat on the bed, his arms splayed out
around him.
Harry laid next to him, cuddling into the bigger boy's arms as they lay on the
soft bed, recovering from their round of love-making, and basking in the after-
glow.
Harry teasingly placed kiss after kiss on George's wide chest, eventually going
up and claiming his lips in a hot kiss.
The two kissed for a while, taking a break now and then, but pretty much simply
trying to devour one-another.
Until they were interrupted.
"And you just leave me to lay on the floor." Fred grumbled from where he was
standing at the end of the bed and frowning at them though he obviously wasn't
angry and there was hunger in his eyes, diminished, but still there.
"You know it's almost been an hour, right?" The elder ginger said, getting his
robes and donning them over his trousers and jumper.
He had apparently gotten dressed while Harry and George kissed.
Harry yawned and rolled off of the bed, he was still covered in cum, but used a
quick cleaning spell to rectify that, then he proceeded to redress himself.
George stayed on the bed, wrapped in the soft blanket, his eyes were closed and
his breathing even, but he was awake. "Thank you, Harry. That was the greatest
birthday present I've ever got." he said with a cheeky smile.
Harry kissed his forehead and smiled back. "Get up and come down for supper."
he said smirking. "Or you'll miss the fun." he walked out on the room, leaving
the two boys stunned and speechless.
After a little bit Fred looked at George. "Do you think that 'fun' will include
Ron?"
George chuckled. "Probably. I don't know what's up with Harry, but let me tell
you, I love it!"
Fred laughed with his twin. "Yeah, I agree."
A comfortable silence surrounded them as both looked back at the events of the
previous hour.
Fred sighed slightly. "Well,...if Harry's getting a piece of little Ronny, I
want to see this happening. So, downstairs I go."
The elder Weasley leaned down and kissed the other lightly before heading out,
the parting words being "Don't be too long."
oOo
Harry walked into the kitchen, a satisfied smirk was plastered on his beautiful
features, making him look like the cat that got the canary. 'Or two canaries.'
Severus thought too himself as he watched Harry glide gracefully across the
room towards him.
The younger boy truly was a work of art.
"M'lord." Severus said in a low voice. "Have you persuaded the twins to see
things your way?"
Harry chuckled. "Those two didn't need persuading. All it took was one glance
and they were all over me."
Severus saw that Harry was proud of this fact, and that pride only multiplied
when Fred almost limped into the room.
"I see, you have done well, M'lord."
Harry chuckled in a deep, sexy way that only barons, vampires and dark lords
can pull off. "Harry, Severus. Soon will come the time when you will simply
call me Harry." he said with a suggestive wink that made all the blood in the
older man's body rush directly to his cock, resulting in a most unfortunate
problem.
Thankfully no one noticed it, except the cause himself. And he found it rather
funny to sit in front of where Severus was standing and subtly grind against
him in a agonizingly torturous manner.
Fred joined them in a small group and George shortly afterwards. During which
Harry shared a plan with his new followers.
The twins lit up with excitement upon hearing it and instantly began arguing
about their part, but that was halted by Harry shutting them up and making the
decision for them.
"Did you bugger Snape?"
The question came so suddenly and unexpectedly that Harry choked on the juice
he was drinking.
Harry looked over at Fred. "You do not 'bugger' Severus." Harry said plainly.
"You 'make love' to him, and yes, I did."
Fred looked dumbstruck for a second, but then he smiled. "Wow, you've got guts,
kid."
Harry smiled appreciatively and was about to reply, but was interrupted by
Molly announcing that dinner was ready.
The four of them exchanged glances with eachother and went to sit at the table,
strategically placing themselves around it and waiting for Harry's signal to
act out their plan.
The seating order went in the following,...
Harry, Arthur, Molly, Fred, Ron, George, Ginny, Severus, Hermione, then back to
Harry.
Hermione was slightly on edge from the devious looks the 3 younger boys were
exchanging with eachother. She looked down when Fred winked suggestively at her
while indecently licking his spoon, but she instantly wished she hadn't because
her eyes just happened to wander into Snape's lap, and it turned out he was
sporting a massive boner.
Hermione's head flashed up and she fought the urge to cover her eyes and hide
them from the deliciously tempting opportunity.
A tomato red blush crept up her cheeks as she struggled to avert her eyes from
Snape's well-endowed body.
Harry saw Hermione's predicament and decided that it was the opportune time to
set the wheels rolling. He cleared his throat softly and nodded at his three
followers, thus unleashing controlled sexual chaos.
Hermione's naughty, wandering eyes widened to the point of bulging when
Severus's hand wrapped around his thick cock and he stroked it through the thin
cloth of his robes.
She cast a brief, unbelieving glance up at him only to be met with a dark,
heated, lustful gaze.
The onyx eyes were peering so deeply at her Hermione felt indecent, like he
could see through her clothes. Severus sucked in a heavy, but very quiet breath
and his eyes snapped shut as he released it slowly.
Curious as to the cause, Hermione glanced down and saw a smaller, more feminine
hand had joined Snape's large, rough one in the task of stroking himself.
The brunette girl was surprised to see her dear friend Ginny happily giving
herself over to the older man as he released himself, leaving it to her and
using his hands to explore her young body.
Hermione looked to Molly in hopes of having the elder Weasley woman stop the
potions master, but Molly was too busy with Fred's tongue deep inside her from
where he was under the table, she could barely form a coherant word, let alone
a whole tirade against the indecency of Severus's actions to her daughter.
Hermione's next option was Arthur, but he too was occupied, this time though it
was the raven-haired boy-who-lived that was straddling his lap and, from
Hermione's point of view, appeared as if he was trying to shove his tongue down
Arthur's throat.
The brunette was to frightened to even look in Ron's direction, from which she
could hear small moans and not-so-quiet dirty whispers from George's sinful
lips. Hermione subtly dove under the table, temporarily forgetting that she
wasn't the only one under there. Fred looked up when he heard her gasp, he
glanced over at her with a devious smile, his face still wet and smeared with
the remnants of his mother's cream. Molly was resting half-asleep against the
table, but Fred still hadn't been satisfied. Hermione backed up a little as
Fred crawled over to her, like a predator stalking it's prey.
"Enjoying Harry's little surprise, Mione?" he asked striking out at lightning
speed and grabbing her leg.
Hermione was stunned to silence as he moved closer, her heart raced and her
pulse was pounding in her ears.
When Fred's lips connected with her own, her heart stopped. Fred pushed his
tongue past his lips and into her mouth, prodding at hers and bringing her to
life.
She kissed him back.
With such a passion she hadn't known existed in her being, she poured every
ounce of herself into that one kiss.
She moaned softly when his hand slid further up her leg and slipped inside her
knickers, she squealed when those sinfully pleasurable fingers dipped inside of
her, teasing her now-very-wet entrance.
"Fred..." she cried against his lips. "Please." Hermione didn't know exactly
what she was asking for, but Fred seemed to know as he set to work removing
their garments and properly fucking her into the floor atop their robes while
Hermione screamed in pleasure.
oOo
(retelling for Harry's side of the story)
Harry had been dying for this since he sat down next to Arthur. The man's scent
was so strong and powerful it made Harry's cock twitch just thinking about it.
When he gave that small nod, his hormones were completely screwed and he had an
instant erection.
Not minding too much, Harry slipped his hand subtly into Arthur's lap and
caressed his thigh.
At first Arthur didn't seem to mind, but as Harry's touches began moving
higher, Arthur started getting nervous as a certain part of him was getting
very excited from the attention.
Harry noticed this and smirked as he cupped the steadily-growing bulge and
squeezed it, the feeling making an angry blush rise in Arthur's cheeks as his
mind was filled with dirty images of the boy.
Harry was practically purring as he continued indecently touching the older man
while everyone else went about there normal routine (more-or-less)
Harry decided that he didn't want to wait and stood, promptly seating himself
atop Arthur, straddling him and letting their erections press together.
Arthur bit his lip to stiffle a moan, but Harry's soft tongue pried his lips
apart and let the deep, throaty sound escape and bounce around the room,
setting everyone's sensitivity levels on high.
Harry wanted Arthur, and as much as it was obvious that the older man wanted
him, he refused to fully give in to his urges to ravish the raven-haired boy.
Harry drug his lips down Arthur's firm jaw and along his neck to the sensitive
spot just between his shoulder and neck, the supple skin calling out to Harry.
There he bit him.
Arthur grunted in pain as the venom flowed through his veins, making his body
spasm and shake as the venom quickly consumed him.
Harry just watched and waited for the the venom to do it's job.
After a minute Arthur straightened and looked forward, shaking his head
slightly as if to clear it, his eyes were now dominated by haunting red and
black. "Shall we take this to the living room, Harry?" he asked, combing a hand
through Harry's unruly locks.
The emerald-eyed boy nodded. "Yes, that's a lovely idea. Sev, Fred, George?" He
asked, looking at the others.
"Yes, Lord Potter?" Severus asked, looking up from where he was guiding Ginny's
mouth on his cock.
A amused smile appeared on Harry's lips.
"You may call me Harry, Severus dear." he said, standing up "Arthur has just
suggested we all move to the livingroom and I couldn't agree with him more,
it's dreadfully uncomfortable with the table poking into my back."
Severus nodded dutifully and pulled Ginny's mouth off of his throbbing cock,
her rosebud lips making a loud 'pop' as they separated and released the thick,
swollen organ.
Several loud moans from across the table alerted everyone to the fact that
George and Ron were hardly paying attention.
George was tangling his long, slim fingers in Ron's thick, curly orange hair as
they kissed, biting and sucking at eachother's swollen and bruised lips, they
rutted against eachother's erections, both intent upon reaching orgasm before
the other.
Harry found the display amusing and arousing at the same time. He made a mental
note to catch the youngest Weasley boy alone sometime, his already hard cock
throbbed painfully at the thought of filling the gorgeous ginger to the brim
with his cum.
But right now Harry wanted to be filled to the brim with a different ginger's
cum, and he was itching in anticipation of that opportunity.
With his mind back in the present Harry took Arthur's hand and led him into the
small, sparsely furnished living room to continue their business.
A soft mewl escaped his bruised, rosy lips when Arthur grabbed him and laid him
on the couch in a just-barely-being-careful manner and proceeded to remove his
clothes, quickly stripping away the constricting silk binding his body to get
to the delicious, creamy, unblemished skin below.
Harry's back arched up and he gasped when Arthur's thick, callused (←I probably
misspelled that) fingers wrapped around his cock and pumped it in a slow,
rythmic motion that made the younger boy writhe and moan, Arthur's strong hands
manipulating his body to every imaginable position he could get into as Arthur
teased his now-naked skin.
Harry had to give Arthur points for creativity, but right now all he wanted was
to be fucked, and fucked HARD. He made his wants very obvious by wrapping his
legs around Arthur's waist and grinding his needy ass against the large bulge
in Arthur's trousers and letting a high, keening whimper break loose of his
throat and pierce the air, echoing about the room and making Arthur even
harder. Hearing Harry cry out for him like that was incredibly stimulating and
he almost came in his pants right then.
"Arthurrrr!" Harry's voice was thick and lusty, the sound set off a series of
other moans from Mione, Ginny and Ron from where they were busying themselves
with their partners.
"Yes, Harry?" Arthur asked, the darkness in his voice a result of the venom
traveling in his veins.
"Fuck me, Arthur!" Harry said, his voice dancing the fine line between a
demanding growl and a pleading cry.
Eager to comply with his young master's wishes Arthur shed his robes and undid
his trousers, letting them fall and gather around his ankles and letting his
erection spring free, bouncing slightly in the heated, sex-scented air filling
the burrow.
Harry bit his knuckle to stiffle the agonized moan that barely escaped the
small gaps, his sucked in a choppy breath and exhaled slowly, smoothing a hand
down his chest and trying to calm his fast-paced heartbeat as Arthur used a
spell and lubricated his insides.
The life-giving air caught in Harry's throat when Arthur inserted the first
finger into his small, tight ass. He bit his lip and wiggled his hips, trying
to ease the strange, slightly pained feeling as he inserted another finger and
moved them in a scissor motion, the digits brushing against Harry's sensitive
nerves, the unusual, but extremely pleasureably feeling made Harry moan loudly.
"Arthur, please!" he begged, his hips bucking as he pleaded.
Arthur smirked down at Harry as he lifted the boy wizard's legs and put them
over his shoulders, lining his cock up with Harry's tight, clenching pucker and
pushing slowly into him.
Harry gasped and a pained whimper escaped his lips, caused by the large
intrusion in his arse.
Arthur winced slightly when Harry's anal muscles clenched painfully tight
around his cock that was now fully sheathed in Harry's glorious arse.
"A-Arthur,..." Harry whimpered, "M-move." He panted, attempting to buck his
hips, but Arthur's weight held him down.
Compliant to the young master's wishes Arthur slowly pulled out and slid back
into Harry's anal cavity, his repeated thrusts slow and gentle until Harry's
brow smoothed and he began begging for more.
Mr Weasley pulled out and plowed straighy into Harry's prostate with one
agonizingly powerful thrust that had the raven-haired boy screaming and
jabbering nonsensical words as Arthur repeated his motions, jack-hammering into
Harry's arse until he came with a loud yell, spilling his thick, creamy fluid
inside of Harry's arse.
The feeling of Arthur's thick ropes of sweet cum spurting into his arse made
Harry scream and he came as well, though his cum shot out and coated his and
Arthur's stomachs, mixing and smearing as their skin brushed together.
Panting deeply and smiling lightly, Harry, with Arthur's assistance, flipped
them over so Arthur was on his back and Harry was straddling him.
Harry giggled as he leaned down and licked a bead of cum off of Arthur's shirt
that he hadn't removed. He repeated the action until Arthur's shirt was more
wet from saliva than the cum, he batted his thick lashes and leaned down and
connected their mouths, parting his lips and slipping his tongue into Arthur's
mouth and giving him a taste of Harry's cum as their tongues rubbed together.
With a satisfied sigh Harry rolled over slightly and watched the scene
unfolding in the livingroom.
"Fu-ck! Hard-er, Sev-er-us!" Ginny yelled choppily as Severus Snape held her up
against the livingroom wall and pounded into her at a steady pace, his rythmic
thrusts jarring her speech as she pleaded with him to go faster and harder.
Severus, however, was perfectly happy going at the steady pace he was holding.
However his pace was broken as he suddenly jerked when a finger found it's way
inside of his ass.
He momentarily paused his thrusts to look over his shoulder and see Hermione
behind him with her tongue dangerously close to his smooth, taut arse cheeks.
"Miss Granger?" he said, capturing her attention. When she saw him looking at
her she grinned sheepishly.
"It was so lovely, I couldn't resist." she said apologetically, a brilliant
blush making her face practically glow.
Severus smirked. "Very well, but I shall be demanding a compensation for this."
he said leering down at her in a way that made her wet thighs squeeze together.
Ginny was rather put-off, she moaned extra loudly and bucked herself against
Severus's cock, demanding that he move.
The tall, gorgeous, black-haired teacher turned back to Ginny with a devilish
look on his sharp features. With a small grunt he thrust up so hard Hermione
was sure she'd have major bruises, or possibly internal bleeding. Ginny,
however, was to occupied screaming her head off as Severus returned to fucking
her, but at a furious pace, making her whole body slam violently against the
wall, her hair flying and her breasts bouncing wildly as she was fucked by her
potions teacher.
Hermione glanced over momentarily at Arthur and Harry who, after a short break,
had resumed their love making. Arthur had Harry draped over the back of the
couch as he pummeled the green-eyed boy's backside. Harry was moaning wantonly
and occasionally beating the cushions as he was brutally fucked.
Hermione looked away and back to the delectable arse in front of her. Her eyes
took on a hungry gleam and her softening nipples visibly hardened, as if a
breath of cool air had brushed over them.
She reached up and ran her palm over Severus's round arse cheeks, they were so
firm and smooth. She would rate Severus's arse as, without a doubt, the most
incredible she had encountered. Not that she'd encountered many arses in actual
arse form before. She'd met many arses in human form though.
She chuckled lightly as she sucked on her index finger and then lightly trailed
it down the crack of Severus's arse and pushed the slippery digit into his very
tight arsehole.
Severus's body momentarily stilled and a deep, lust-inducing, sexy-as-all-hell
groan slipped between his narrow lips when Hermione wiggled her finger around
and accidentally brushed against his prostate.
Curious as to the response, Hermione cautiously wormed another finger in with
the first and curled them over searching for that spot.
She instantly knew when she had located it, because Severus's body tensed and
his slowing hips gave an involuntary jerk when she pressed on it.
A dirty smile crept onto Hermione's face as she continued rubbing on that spot,
manuevering her body so she was almost lying on the floor underneath of
Severus.
While her fingers still massaged that spot, making Severus moan and lazily
thrust into Ginny who had given up on Severus and was fucking herself on his
big cock, she propped herself up underneath of his cock and licked his balls
lightly, teasing them before placing her full lips around one and pulling it
into her mouth to suck gently on it.
The stimulation drove Severus up the wall, and Ginny with him as he jerkily
thrusted into her for about 15 seconds before he came long and hard into her
little pussy, making her cum too.
The combined amount of cum spilled out of her entrance and dripped down onto
Hermione's face and into her welcoming mouth. She lapped up the cum dropping
into her mouth and after it stopped, she pushed herself up and cleaned them
both off.
Severus was still inside if Ginny, when Hermione licked away the cum on
Severus's softening cock and continued further up and let her tongue tease at
Ginny's tender folds, dipping inside next to Severus's cock and cleaning as
much of her inner walls as she could by stretching her tongue out inside of the
red-headed girl.
Ginny wiggled and moaned softly, but mostly stayed silent as Severus dove in to
steal a passionate kiss from the young girl.
When Hermione had finished, the three fell in a tangled heap upon the nearest
couch and lied there for a while to get their bearings.
For Fred, George and Ron, the three had been fucking the whole time everyone
else was and they were played out as well.
Fred was sitting against the wall with George in one arm and Ron in the other,
they all seemed to be alseep, their naked bodies were covered in cum and each
had more than enough bruises for one set of hands to deliver.
Anybody with working eyeballs could tell that they had just had a nice shag and
by the smug grins on their faces, accompanied by the mostly-lidded eyes, they
knew it, too.
Arthur and Harry were haphazardly positioned on one sofa, Severus, Ginny and
Hermione were all in a pile on the other sofa, and the twins and Ron were all
lying together smiling smugly and looking very satisfied with themselves.
That was how Molly found them.
Harry had to awaken himself enough to change Molly before she killed someone,
namely Fred.
He then changed Fred, George, Ron, Ginny and Hermione as well.
After everyone had cleaned up and gotten dressed, they all met in the dining
room to discuss the future plans.
"I shall take up residence at The Grimmauld Place." Harry said, from the front
if the table.
"Arthur, you will arrange a meeting for me with the Delacours, the sooner the
better." he smirked. "And I want a meeting with the aurors. Kingsley,
Nymphadora, ect, ect."
Arthur nodded. "Yes, M'lord."
Harry smiled. "And Severus, you are teaming up with Fred and George here..." he
motioned to the twins. "...And you are going to turn them into Blaise Zabini
and Draco Malfoy. Polyjuice or whatever. These two are replacing them at school
and dear Draco and Blaise will be paying Grimmauld Place a visit. Also your
handiwork, Severus. I trust it will all go along swimmingly."
Severus nodded and bowed deeply. "Of course, My lord.".
The twins exchanged naughty glances and snickered silently.
Harry turned to Ron, Ginny and Hermione. "You three are to help recruit amongst
the Hogwarts students. We'll need to get Luna from Ravenclaw and I'm sure
Collin would be happy to join our group and he would be our insider of the
Hufflepuffs.
I'll have to catch McGonagall alone to get her and Hagrid as well. He'll make a
nice addition, what he lacks in brains, he makes up for in brawn."
The three nodded solemnly and answered in unison. "Yes, Lord Potter."
Harry smiled at the small group that would soon get larger and larger.
He chuckled lightly.
"Let the rise of Harry Potter begin."
Chapter End Notes
     Yeah, baby! Extra long and extra smutty!
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***** ALL HARRY POTTER AUTHORS READ THIS! *****
Chapter Summary
     Keep reading, you'll get there eventually.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
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Chapter End Notes
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***** Harry/Luna (I can't even remember da fuck number da request is! #17,
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Chapter Summary
     I know I said no more updates until I got a co-author, well,....I
     changed my mind.
Chapter Notes
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See the end of the chapter for more notes
Harry was sitting in his study, the door was ever-so-slightly ajar, and the
only sound that was heard was the soft smack of flesh meeting flesh and
whining, breathy moans as the girl riding his dick came, crying out as she did
so.
Harry held his rough hands on the waist on the brunette as he thrusted into her
several more times before cumming deep inside of her pussy.
She slumped against his body as she recovered from the powerful orgasm. Harry
slowly stroked her hair as they sat in his chair behind his desk.
Some of you may think that it's strange for Harry to be having sex in the
study. You're wrong. It's very normal.
Harry's wife is gone and he uses that time to seduce his slave.
To bad he gets caught.
"Harry James Potter, what are you doing?" Harry's eyes flashed open at the
sound of his wife's furious voice and he groaned. Without looking at Luna he
gently pulled out of Hermione and helped her off of him. "Go get cleaned up."
he told her, while tucking himself back into his trousers.
After the study door closed behind Hermione, Harry looked at his wife. "Don't
look at me like that, Luna." Harry said, a guilty blush on his cheeks.
"What were you thinking, Harry?!" Luna yelled. "Are you really that stupid?"
"For Merlin's sake it's not a big deal." Harry yelled back at her.
"Not that big of a deal?! You've already gotten Ginny pregnant once and I am
now too! Do you really have to get Hermione pregnant too? For fuck's sake use a
safety charm or a condom or something!" she finished her tirade by brandishing
her wand warningly in his face.
Harry brushed her wand away and pulled her body against his. "You're so sexy
when you're mad." he growled teasingly and kissed her.
His gentle hands found the small rounded bump in her stomach and rubbed it
softly as he kissed her lovingly.
Luna broke off the kiss and smiled, a light blush was staining her cheeks,
giving her already glowing skin a flushed look. "You're impossible, didn't you
just finish shagging our sex slave?" she giggled when he ground his hips into
hers and attacked her neck with a torrent of kisses and bites.
Harry chuckled in a sexy demonic way that he could've only learned from someone
really fucking hot, like Severus Snape or Lucius Malfoy. (Except I doubt they
have ever laughed before.)
"No matter how satisfying dear Hermione is,..." Harry said, brushing his lips
along Luna's jawline, making her moan softly. "Nobody can make me feel the way
you do." his last words were spoken as he crashed his lips onto hers in a very
heated, working-up-to-hot-sex kiss.
"How long has it been since I did you over my desk?" Harry asked, breathlessly.
"Too long." Luna answered, ripping open Harry's shirt, the buttons flying
everywhere as she did so.
Though Luna had seen Harry's body more times than you could count she was still
in awe at the vast expanse if smooth skin, hard muscles and thick black hair.
(Hell, yeah! Harry has chest hair!)
Harry worked on undoing his belt, while his wife removed her blouse, skirt and
chemise, leaving her in cute little pink panties with pictures of a crumpled-
snork-hat or whatever it was that Luna was always raving about.
Harry laughed a little at this, but thought it was very cute.
After he shuffled out of his trousers he took her by the waist and hoisted her
up to sit on the edge of his pristine oak desk.
"'Is this going to endanger you or the baby in any way?" he asked nervously.
Luna smiled. "It's cute how you're worried, but no, me and the baby will both
be fine." she said, giggling.
Harry nodded. "Good, cause even having this time with you wouldn't be worth
endangering you or our child."
Luna nodded. "Yes, our dear little Albus Severus is gonna have a baby brother
or sister." she said, smiling.
Harry moved forward and kissed her. "We have such a beautiful family, Luna."
Harry mumbled, kissing down her bare chest and all over her cute baby bump.
Luna laughed. "I'm sitting here trying to have a meaningful conversation with
you and you can't think of anything, but shagging me.
Harry smirked. "Well, what do you expect when I have such a lovely wife?" he
asked, before dipping down between her thighs to taste her delicate lady parts.
Luna stiffened and moaned, her eyes closed and she gripped the edge of the desk
tightly. "Fuck, Harry." she seemed to be trying to say something, but her voice
wasn't cooperating and all that came out was a series of whines, wimpers and
moans.
Though Harry had just had an orgasm, he found himself hard again as he tasted
the tangy sweetness of her pussy juices.
He subtly rutted against the desk to dull the burning desire of his cock as he
mouthed her pussy.
Luna bit her lip and clenched her eyes shut when she felt her orgasm coming.
"Harry, I'm gonna—" she stopped talking when Harry pulled away, denying her her
orgasm.
She was quite prepared to complain,...until Harry was sliding his cock inside
of her.
Then she was happy.
And she didn't complain about Harry using condoms anymore.
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you all for your continued support throughout this incredible
     journey with me! I'd never expected to get even 1'000 reads because
     I'm really not that great of an author, but now it stands at 12'494
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***** Enter Co-Author Adora Snape *****
Chapter Summary
     Hey all! This is your new co-author, Adora Snape! I answered the
     request for a co-author, and thankfully, Severa saw me as worthy
     enough to add on her works. She originally set up two test prompts
     for me, but only made me do one. The one I finished is "Seducing the
     Slythering," which will be showing up here. My second prompt,
     "Weasleys' Wizard," will be loaded up shortly. I hope you enjoy!
 
                            Seducing the Slytherin
                                        
          Hermione walked down the hall, eager, for once, to exit Professor
Vector’s Arithmancy class. It was already after supper and well into the
evening, and after sending a barrage of advanced questions at the poor
professor, the young witch had another mission to complete that night. This
one, she mused, was going to be much more enjoyable than asked her aged female
professor homework questions. Not, of course, that she didn’t enjoy doing
homework, but seduction ranked even higher than academics; at least, right now
it did.
            Although most Gryffindors and Slytherins were bitter enemies,
Hermione had an extreme soft spot for one certain blonde Pure-Blood with grey
eyes. It was because of this soft spot that had spurred on the courageous
Gryffindor to make her second mission come to fruition; Draco had been
extremely stressed as of late, and Hermione hated to see him worried, even
though Ron and harry couldn’t be happier, she was sure.
            But Hermione wasn’t happy with this new development concerning one
of her favourite Slytherins, so she had owled the youngest Malfoy, stating she
really needed his superior knowledge to help her with a particularly tricky
potion. Draco agreed to meet her in the Room of Requirement, his Malfoy and
Slytherin pride surely reveling in the fact that the brightest witch of the age
had asked him for help; and it was in Hermione’s best subject-Potions. The only
problem Hermione could see in the plan was that Draco hadn’t said when he would
meet with her-only where. All he had said was “after supper.” Hermione could
only guess as to the time.
            So the bright young Gryffindor decided two hours after supper-6:30-
wasn’t a bad time to get ready for Draco’s arrival. She had to get to the Room
of Requirement before he did so she could get the room just the way she wanted.
Two boiling cauldrons and various potion items would make it hard to do
anything other than….Potions, and Hermione didn’t need any help in that
subject. Almost everyone agreed she would be a better teacher that Slughorn;
more bearable to be around, and more competent. Hermione knew almost anyone
would be a more competent teacher than Slughorn, but she wasn’t worried about
her Potions class at the moment-she was worried about everything unfolding
perfectly tonight. Of course this entire thing had been a ruse to get Draco
Malfoy in a soft comfortable bed so he could end up leaving with a smile on his
face, and hopefully a little less stressed.
            Hermione looked around and thought to it exactly just what it was
she needed to make that night a success. A fireplace appeared, the bright fire
crackling merrily, with a deep, soft bear-skin rug lying down in front of it. A
larger-than-strictly-necessary bed settled in the corner, the frame made of
mahogany wood, and a silver-and-gold striped comforter was laid out neatly on
the mattress. Hermione had just finished putting everything together when Draco
came through the door, followed by one Severus Snape.
                                       *
            “Well, Draco, it looks as if you will be brewing something
unusually difficult,” drawled Snape, taking all of Hermione in as he lazily
closed the door. “As you should know, love-making is the most persnickety of
all potions to perfect.”
            “B-but, Professor, sex isn’t a potion!”
            “Perhaps not, but as I just said, making love is. If you want to be
pleased with the outcome, everything needs to be done in perfect measurements,
the most gentle and careful squeezes, tasting liberally, stirring unceasingly
until the fire burns hot and inextinguishable. This isn’t sex-that is a quick
tumble with some faceless whore who you give a spare galleon or two for half-
an-hour of your time. You can only brew the most perfect potion when you care
deeply about it, or the purpose it will be used for. Obviously, Miss Granger
cares about you enough to deceive you and risk the wrath of not only you, but
her closest friends, and the whole of the Gryffindor and Slytherin houses, not
to mention any professors who might catch the two of you out and about after
curfew,” he said, raising his eyebrow at Hermione, who refused to be cowed by
Snape’s intense gaze.
            “Don’t tell me you’ve missed the fact that he’s been extremely
stressed, Professor,” Hermione snarked, eyes glittering at the dark-haired man,
considering him and the turn events had taken.
            “Of course not, Miss Granger, but you cannot deny that I have to
uphold the rules, as well as you two should be doing, as you are prefects of
your houses.”
            “Maybe, but this night is about Draco, not rules. Could you make an
exception?”
            “I am not in the habit of making exceptions, as you well know, but
Mr. Malfoy seems to be at a loss as to what I was informing him, and you are
never one to turn away from an opportunity to learn, are you, my daring
lioness?”
            Hermione shivered, the last few words caressing her entire form.
She stepped forward a little, until she was very nearly touching her former-
Potions-now-Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. “You know, tonight really
is about Draco,” she whispered.
            “Of course it is, but you of all people can obviously see how
uncertain he is about this, and what you learn, you perform exceedingly well.
Shouldn’t Draco get the best?” Snape asked seductively before his lips met
Hermione’s in a slow, possessive kiss. Hermione leaned into the kiss, wrapping
her arms around Sna-Severus. Severus put his hands underneath her shirt, slowly
sneaking up to her bra.
           Hermione flinched slightly, trying to put the misgivings in her head
to rest. She knew what was going to happen-she had bloody planned for it to
happen; albeit not with Sn-Severus, but still. So Hermione pressed up tighter
to the black haired man and moved to put her hands in his long hair. However,
Severus noticed the hesitation and pulled away, looking into her eyes. “You’ve
never done this?” he asked, tilting his head a little to the side, both amused
and bemused. “You’re not worried that it’s your greasy, older professor
touching you, but rather that you’re untouched?” Hermione nodded slowly, aware
that Draco hadn’t heard a word the older man had just said, though the young
Malfoy’s eyes might have been glued to the two forms in front of him which had
just been pressed up against each other as close as was humanly possible.
          “Well, it looks as if I truly am teaching two students tonight,”
Severus drawled, moving further away from Hermione and turning to look at
Draco. “Mr. Malfoy, what is wrong?”
            Draco was pale-even more so than usual-and shaking in place,
looking as if a gentle breeze could have easily blown the blonde sixteen-year-
old over. “N-nothing, P-p-professor. I really think I sh-should be going. Have
a nice night, Granger, P-professor.” But when Draco turned to leave the way he
had come, his escape had disappeared.
          “Draco, are you joking? You’re stressed, and need to wind down and
enjoy tonight.” Hermione protested, grabbing his wrist, turning him around to
where the two youth were now face-to-face. “Just stay, alright? I promise, I
won’t be the annoying know-it-all you’re familiar with,” she whispered,
wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning her head against his shoulder.
           “I’m quite sure we’ll both be familiar with someone completely
different in that respect,” Snape said lazily, his front up against Draco’s
back, one hand travelling through the boy’s hair, and the other creeping around
to Hermione, pulling her head up and catching her lips in a hard kiss. “I doubt
we’ll barely know her, don’t you think, Draco?” Severus asked, pulling away
from Hermione and trailing his lips across Draco’s cheek, up to the young man’s
ear, his whispered name echoing inside his head and travelling throughout the
youth’s body.
           “S-sir, I hardly know either one of you,” Draco stuttered, trying
ineffectively to get out of the sexual sandwich he seemed to be squished in.
            “Oh, just wait, my boy. You’ll know both of us very well soon
enough.” Severus nibbled down Draco’s neck before saying softly, “As long as,
of course, you hold no objections?”
             A soft moan and a slight nod was Draco’s consent, barely
noticeable as Hermione had started to kiss him, her hands roaming his body,
travelling lower and lower. She went to take Draco’s shirt off, but a pair of
long, pale hands had beaten her to it and was now working on unbuttoning her
crisply ironed shirt. “Fuck,” Severus muttered, moving around Draco to get
better access to the curly-haired witch, whose hands didn’t seem to know that
some foreplay was needed before you immediately stripped a guy and jumped into
sex. “Hermione, darling,” he whispered, grabbing at one of her hands to stop it
from shedding Draco’s pants from his body-at least at the current moment.
“Hermione, do you know what you’re doing?”
               A sly smile shocked Severus as Hermione simply said “I read. I
learn. I remember. Now let me put that to good use,” and then removed herself
from Sev and shrugged out of her unbuttoned blouse and then with a word,
rendered all three of the room’s occupants naked. Hermione really didn’t need
or want anymore interruptions in her quest. Enough had happened already.
              Nervously, Hermione went down on her knees and touched Draco’s
hardening length. He hissed, making Hermione stop. Severus gently guided her
hand back to Draco’s cock, knowing she hadn’t done anything wrong; that Draco’s
response was entirely natural, and he was starting to develop a natural
response as well. Sev tried to remind himself that these were his students-one
of which was his fucking godson! He should not be in this situation; should not
be condoning this; should not want this. Of course, if he was going that route,
he should not have wanted Hermione since her third year at Hogwarts. But want
this-and her-he did and he decided that for once in his life, he would control
at least one aspect of it. His sex life was close to non-existent, being the
spy of both Voldemort and Dumbledore, and he felt as if he should be able to
enjoy himself-Draco wasn’t the only one beyond stressed lately.
              So he watched lustfully as Hermione’s head bobbed up and down on
Draco’s shaft, desperately wishing her mouth was on his, not the young
blonde’s. For not having any sexual experience, Hermione looked quite expert at
what she was doing to Draco, and for all his initial hesitance, he seemed to be
enjoying her ministrations very much.
             Done with watching, Severus moved behind the pair and grabbed
Draco’s firm, smooth arse, then moving his hands up the boy’s body, momentarily
teasing the pale nipples on the lithe body, then tipping Draco’s head to kiss
him, gently asking for permission for his tongue to enter the boy’s mouth,
pleased when Draco readily complied. Severus swallowed the young man’s moans,
tasting the boy’s delicious mouth whilst slowly grinding his almost-painful
erection against Draco’s opening, utterly aroused by the sounds that were now
coming out of his, Draco’s, and Hermione’s mouths.
                                       *
            Draco fisted his hands in Hermione’s hair, forcing her head further
down his cock, reveling in the alien sensations he was receiving. Draco was no
stranger to pleasure, but he had never received a blowjob as exquisite as the
Gryffindor’s. The youngest Malfoy was feeling extremely jealous of all the
other young men-or perhaps older-who had been the object of the brunette’s
attentions. Her hot, wet mouth went up and down him as her skillful tongue did
drew wicked patterns on his length, tipping him close to the edge. Almost
roughly, he pushed Hermione away, doing his best to ignore her delicious pout
by closing his eyes and trying to focus on the feelings Severus was forcing
through his body. Draco was sure he should be feeling put off by the fact that
it was his godfather pressing his dick up against his arsehole; his godfather
whispering filthy nothing; his godfather who was also his professor who should
definitely know better than to be doing these depraved things to him. Not that
Draco could bring himself to care about any of that-he had developed a crush on
Severus when he was thirteen, and noticed Hermione at the Yule Ball. The fact
that two years later, when he was under the most pressure he’d ever been, he
found out that Hermione cared for him, and he was now living out what had been
a dream for quite some time; it was a little overwhelming.
            Opening his eyes again, he saw Hermione still had that all too
tempting pout on her face and grabbed her arm, unceremoniously pulling her up
and catching her mouth in a searing kiss right as Severus released his to allow
him to do so. Draco grabbed Hermione’s breasts, kneading the soft flesh,
running his thumbs over her nipples, greedily kissing his way down her neck and
chest to suck her taut pink buds with an almost desperate need. “Oh, oh,
Draco!” Hermione gasped, moving an arm down to run her hand up and down his
cock, and the other arm around his body, only for it to be grabbed by Severus
and led to be entangled in his hair, and her mouth to be entangled with his.
            “Love me, Hermione,” he whispered, causing her to look up at the
man with a puzzled look on her face. “I want you to be on that bed, writhing
beneath me as I make love to you, over and over. Tell me yes.”
            Hermione whimpered, the inside of her thighs growing wetter with
each depraved syllable her professor uttered in her ear as Draco kneaded and
sucked her breasts, letting his free hand travel down to her legs, lazily
bringing his fingers closer to her heat. “But, Draco,” she breathed, too softly
for Draco to hear, but not Severus.
            “Who said it had to happen now? That can wait, as long as I know
you want to. When he leaves, I can lay you on that bed, lick, kiss, and nip my
way down to your legs. I can put my tongue in you, taste you, and then let you
taste yourself. And then I can put my cock in you and have you begging for
release, begging to let your climax free and feel as if you are soaring on
clouds. I can do that to you, if you let me.”
            “I will never beg.”
            “Is that a challenge?”
            “That’s a promise.”
            “What a pity. I so hoped to have you screaming without any
interference, but there are potions to bring you to your edge, and stay there.
You will have no release. The feelings and sensations will build and build, but
you will never be allowed tip over the edge. Until, of course, I see fit to
give you the antidote and you come crashing over, barely able to breathe from
the intense feelings of pleasure washing over you.”
            “Then there will be no reason to beg.”
            “No, there won’t, but until you do, there will be no release given.
But as I said, that will be later. Right now, as you insisted earlier, is about
Draco. Let’s help him enjoy it.” And after having told the young Gryffindor
whom he had tried to avoid since her third year that he wished to drown in her,
he kissed her again and leaned down to whisper in Draco’s ear, “Let’s not be
greedy now, Mister Malfoy,” as Draco had gone to taste Hermione a little more
intimately than the Defence professor would have liked. Of course, the thought
of Hermione with anyone other than him was starting to prey on his mind. Great
Merlin, he was becoming jealous! This was only a one-time fling, Hermione and
Draco wouldn’t be in this situation again, he was sure, so why was he bothered?
There was no reason to be. Shaking his head to clear it, Severus continued “Are
you ready for the next step?”
            “Oh Merlin yes,” gasped Draco as Hermione started to lick her way
up his neck and at the same time a cool feeling pervaded his arse hole, letting
him know that Severus had magically lubricated him, and probably himself as
well, to make entrance that much quicker than manually preparing them both.
            As Severus positioned himself, Draco felt Hermione get back down on
her knees, kissing, licking, and nipping her way to his throbbing cock, taking
him in her mouth once again and sucking hard, covering the rest of his length
with her hand, stroking in time with her mouth as Severus thrust in all the
way, pulling a pleasured yell out of his throat as Severus continued to pull
out and push back in, hitting Draco’s sweet spot with each thrust. With the
added simulation of Hermione on him, Severus inside of him, and now kissing him
with such passion that felt like the entire would burst into flames, Draco was
dangerously close to the edge. “Hermione, Severus, I’m going to-no, not-
Hermione stop, not yet-” But Hermione ignored his pleas, sucking harder and
moving faster up and down his cock, matching Severus’ hard and fast rhythm.
            Hearing Severus whisper “Come for me, Draco,” was the straw that
broke the camel’s back, and Draco came into Hermione’s mouth, the latter of
which was swallowing fiercely, trying to get it all, but not being able to as
Draco’s essence started to spill out of her mouth and down her chin. There was
never a more beautiful sight, Draco thought, seeing Hermione with glazed over,
lust-filled eyes, her wild hair even more unkempt than usual, his come on her
face. But then Draco realized that neither Hermione nor Severus had reached
their climaxes, and he started to feel guilty. As he was about to apologize, he
heard Sev in his ear again, saying “Don’t worry about it, love. This was for
you. For you to enjoy yourself.”
           “I did,” Draco said to both his partners, kissing Hermione’s hand
and Severus’ cheek. “Thank you Hermione,” he added, “And you too, Severus.
Well, it’s almost curfew; I need to get back to the dungeons. See you tomorrow
in Defence, Granger, Professor.” With that, Draco spelled his clothes back on
and he walked out of the room, limping lightly.
                                       *
           “You know, Prof-”
           “Severus,” the older man interrupted. The only name he wanted to
hear coming from this witch’s lips when they were in private was his given one.
           “Severus,” Hermione conceded. “I really must be going to my dorm as
well. It is almost curfew, and I don’t need to get in trouble for helping a
student feel better.”
           “Is that what they call it nowadays?” Severus mused before adding,
“I’m afraid I can’t allow that. You see, what you just did with not only
another student, but a professor as well, is well out of the rules, Miss
Granger. You’ll need to be punished.”
          “And then I’ll be late for curfew.”
         “Which will invoke another punishment, yes.”
         “Will there be no end to these punishments?”
         “For a time there will be. After this, I will not allow myself to
compromise your status as a student, or mine as a teacher, by pertaining in
sexual acts with you until you have graduated.”
         “But after that? Will it always be punishments, or will I be subjected
to a reward once in a while?”
          “Oh, I have great reason to believe you be on the receiving end of
both as soon as you are handed that diploma.”
         “In front of everyone?”
          “You little minx,” Severus growled, trying to hide his amusement as
he carried Hermione to the bed, making her very, very late for curfew.
***** The Rise of Harry Potter (Part #4) *****
Chapter Summary
     Harry has set up his headquarters in Grimmauld Place.
     Severus stays as his protector.
     Soon after the twin's birthday, Harry gets a few visitors....
Chapter Notes
     ～Severa Malfoy～
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     Without further ado, here is the next part of The Rise of Harry
     Potter.
     Also known as TRoHP!
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There wasn't a sound to be heard within the walls of Number 12 Grimmauld place.
The darkness soaking through the house was so thick, it could be felt by those
walking its halls. But there was no one walking in the halls...
The only sign of life was a small glow coming through a door at the end of the
hall...
If you was to open that door, or even peek in through the crack,...you would
first see a large desk, then rows and rows of books on shelves, but your eyes
would eventually be drawn to the source of the light and you would see him,...
A small lamp would be lit on a table, sitting next to a young man in a
armchair. You would note the dark gleam of blood and desire in his emerald
green eyes, and you would see the way his long black hair fell down just past
his shoulder, and you would be completely mesmerized at the stunning beauty of
this creature
oOoOoOo
Harry sat quietly in his armchair, his eyes blankly stared at the window beside
him, the book caught in his grasp trembled under his mighty strength as he
gripped it too hard, leaving dents in the leather surface.
Harry was waiting,...and he didn't like waiting.
He looked up at the sound of the floo and smirked. A pent-up breath escaped his
full lips and a pleased smile appeared on his face when four figures appeared
out if the fireplace. Four figures with red and black drowning out the lovely
chocolate colour of their eyes.
The four bowed deeply at Harry, causing the young lord to frown. "I ask that
you only act as my subordinates in public." he said, standing and walking
forward, embracing the eldest of the four and kissing him squarely on the lips.
"After all,...I'm still your Harry."
A dark blush appeared on Arthur's cheeks and he smiled at the 16-year-old.
"Well, Harry, how've you been—
"In this large house—
"Without our stimulating presence—
"To entertain you?" Fred and George burst out together as they slipped over
next to him and slung their arms around his shoulders.
"He has been perfectly fine." Everyone turned to the doorway and the source of
the deep, thick, alluring voice. The god-like man that was Severus Snape walked
into the room. His robes were gone for once (no he's not naked, you naughty
little people who were waiting for that), he was wearing black slacks and a
black silk shirt. His hair was still slightly damp from the shower he had
recently vacated and was pulled back into a shaggy high ponytail, his skin was
flushed a fetching pink shade and a few water droplets clung stubbornly to his
thick curtain of lashes (yes, he can pull this look off and still look like the
sexy bastard that he is, don't question it). "Ah yes." Harry said, shrugging
off the twins' arms and walking over to the older man. "Severus has been
educating me in the art of brewing some rather complicated potions." he smirked
up at his teacher as he said this.
Fred and George gawped at them like fish-out-of-water. "You're letting HIM stay
HERE?!" Fred sputtered. "Why?!"
Severus sniffed smugly and glided past them to sit on the luxurious couch.
"Severus is here as my protector." Harry said, motioning for the others to sit,
and he returned to his own chair after they had.
Harry had to use his hand to hide the wide grin that bloomed on his full lips
when the twins took it upon themselves to sit on either side of Severus on the
small couch, making it very uncomfortable for the 'hands-off' Professor Snape.
Arthur cleared his throat, directly all attention to him. "Mr Delacour has
agreed to a meeting next Friday a 4:00." he said. Harry nodded. "Very good.
Bill will be joining us soon to tell us if he was able to convince Fleur to see
things in a different light. Charlie, too, will be coming. He informed me that
he would be bringing an interested guest." Fred laughed at this. "It's probably
his boyfriend."
Ron, who had been sitting there quietly the whole time, spoke up. "Harry, a
couple of the boys figured out what's going on." he said, biting his lip in a
way that was all-together too appetizing for the young lord Potter. Harry
nodded solemnly. "Have they threatened to expose us?" He asked with a hint of
concern in his voice. Ron looked up, shock was written plainly on his face.
"No, Harry these are our friends!" He looked aghast. "And they want to join
us." his face smoothed as he said the words and he looked to Harry for a
response. Harry looked around the spacious study slowly. "Well, I see no
problem with that. It's my goal to convert the entire wizarding world, I'm just
glad to see that it won't be as difficult as I thought it would be." He raised
an eyebrow and stared directly at Ron. "Who all was it that wanted to join our
group?" Ron looked at the ceiling, his tongue poking out of the side of his
mouth teasingly as he thought. Harry's trousers were becoming a little snug as
he watched him. "Neville, Dean, Seamus, a few others and,....Theodore Nott." he
winced as he said the last words.
A stunned silence hung heavily in the room as the occupants all gawped at him.
"Nott?!" Fred barked, breaking the silence. "Why him?" Severus growled at Fred,
grabbing the ginger's arm to keep him from jumping up. "Theadore Nott is a fine
boy." he spat through clenched teeth.
George put his hands on Severus's shoulders, rubbing them slowly with a devious
look on his face. "Easy, Professor, Fred's just trying to get you riled up."
the younger twin said with a conspiratorial wink at his older brother.
Severus frowned and released Fred, glaring at George. "Kindly remove your arms
from my body, Mr Weasley." he said, his face a mask of veiled emotions, though
a flame burned deep within his onyx eyes, enhancing the blood red wisps
swirling in the blackness.
George smirked. "And if I don't?" he asked, trailing his hands down the elder
man's slim sides, coming to rest at his taut waist, one hand sneaking around
and cupping the front of his trousers. Severus flushed a dusty pink color at
the lewd and completely sexy display of desire from the two beautiful boys.
He cleared his throat, looking over at Harry. "M'lord, may we be excused? We
have things to...discuss." he said, his voice thickening with lust, keeping his
face straight and passive, though the bulge in his trousers gave his excitement
away.
Harry smirked knowingly at him and sighed. "Very well, Severus. Go on and have
your fun." he said, waving his hand at them.
He sent a warning glance at the Weasley twins. "You two had better not break
him, or there will be dire consequences."
Fred and George nodded eagerly and smirked at each other as Severus grabbed
their arms and apparated the three away.
Arthur seemed very amused by his children's open display and he was laughing
behind his palm from where he was sitting.
Harry sighed and looked over at Arthur. "I swear,...those boys of yours..." he
didn't finish, just chuckled. "Anyways, about Nott,...he, too, will be
welcomed, we are taking Draco and Blaise, after all."
Ron smiled, running his hand through his curly locks and sitting back in his
chair, his legs kicking out to the sides. "That's a relief." he said, chuckling
and putting his arms out on the back of the couch, nearly spread-eagling
himself on the lovely sofa.
Harry shifted uncomfortably as he looked over at Ron, his pupils dilating and a
hungry growl escaping his lips. He was two breaths away from pouncing on the
ginger when a knock sounded on the front door.
"Kreacher, answer the door!" Harry commanded, knowing that the house-elf would
be lurking around somewhere.
A few agonizing minutes later Charlie Weasley came striding into the room and
halting suddenly, causing whoever was behind him to crash into him and both men
to crash to the floor.
"For Merlin's sake, Charlie!" a distinctively familiar voice rang through the
room. "Don' ya think ya could at least wait 'til I'd made a good impression
'afore ruinin' it?"
An exasperated-looking Viktor Krum disentangled himself from Charlie and stood,
offering a hand to the ginger man still on the floor.
Harry's eyes roved over the two new-comers. He watched them, biting his lower
lip as their hands joined and Viktor helped Charlie to his feet, muscles
rippling on both of their forms in the process.
"Sorry, Mate." Charlie laughed, cuffing Viktor, roughly, on the back, making
the slightly less brawny boy stumble forward, falling onto Harry, barely
catching himself on the arms of the chair and keeping his nose half and inch
from crashing into Harry's.
"S-sorry, 'Arry." Viktor said, pushing himself up and back, blushing and
looking thoroughly flustered for a minute before he regained his calm collected
state.
"Oi, Harry, nice to see you again!" Charlie said, being his usual boisterous
self. "This is Viktor, you've met before. And you'll not find a more amiable
chap in the world, he's perfect for our little group, he'll make a lovely
addition."
Viktor blushed, rubbing the back of his neck as he lounged back in a relaxed
position. "Charlie's painting me as a saint, I'm just....well, me."
"Ron, what's wrong, little brother?" Charlie asked, suddenly noticing Ron semi-
curled into himself on the couch looking pained, his cheeks flushing and his
eyes were darkened. Only Harry and Arthur were aware of this change in the boy,
as they were the only two dominants and Ron's hormones were rushing off of him
in the form of a most delicious and alluring scent.
Harry was without a doubt jealous that Ron was desiring the tall, handsome
quidditch player over him, but he wasn't one to refuse his friends fun so he
quickly formulated a plan.
With a few whispered spells he had put silencing charms on the room and wards
and very tricky locks, smirking as he thought of Bill picking his way through
them to get to his destination. At Charlie's confused looks Harry simply
conjured chains that took the form of silver snakes that lashed around Charlie
and Viktor, tying them to two intricately carved chairs with enchanted legs
that walked around wherever Harry commanded. Which, at the moment, was in the
center of the room, facing each other with enough room for two people between
them.
"Bloody hell, Harry, what are you doing?!" Charlie demanded, struggling against
the moving chains restraining his body as the head of the silver snake nipped
at his earlobe, causing him to turn a shade of red that clashed spectacularly
with his hair.
Harry stood and walked slowly over to the very center of the room with Viktor
on one side, Charlie on the other and Arthur and Ron in front of him on the
couch.
"I think, Viktor...." he said quietly, his eyes deliberately looking down at
Ron's hunched up and humiliated form. "That being 'just you' is all we may
need." he tore his gaze away from Ron and turned to face Krum, his erection
still straining against his trousers. "Since you seem to desire to join me, I
guess now's your time to prove it." he said, unbuttoning his robes and letting
them fall, revealing himself in tight black trousers and a maroon satin shirt
that hung loosely on his body, he ran a hand through his hair, tousling it a
little and smirking as every eye in the room bulged at the sight of him.
"Bloody hell.." Charlie whispered, his pupils dialating to nickel size. "Harry,
you're gay?" he questioned, as Harry began slowly unbuttoning his shirt and
peeling the concealing fabric from his lithe body, exposing it to the hungry
eyes of Four others.
"Dim much, Charlie?" Ron almost whined from the couch, the soft, lusty sound
setting Harry's nerves on high sensitivity. He was stripped to the waist, but
his erection was still straining in his trousers and the submissive, whining
wasn't helping out his situation.
"Do…do I have a say in this?" Viktor Krum asked, the Bulgarian looked
apprehensive and nervous as his eyes scanned Harry's form, unconsciously
licking his lips.
Harry smirked, looking from Ron to Viktor. "Yes, you get to decide if you want
to be tied up or free when you're fucking Ron."
He almost purred a contented sigh when he felt his mate's presence behind him
and could smell the heady scent of arousal coming off of him in waves.
Viktor's eyes widened at the sight of Arthur staring at Harry,...touching
Harry,...kissing Harry...
"DAD, WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Charlie screeched, his pure brown
eyes wide in shock and disgust as he watched his father embrace the younger
man.
Arthur glared at Charlie. "May I, Harry?" he asked, running his hands over his
young mate's chest, toying with his sensitive nipples and growling into his
ear.
*Yessss* Harry hissed in Parseltongue, not really realising he had said it
until a deep moan sounded in front of him.
His eyes flashed open to see a distraught-looking Viktor Krum with a raging
erection and a very obvious blush.
Arthur released Harry as the boy stepped forward, bending slightly to look into
Viktor's eyes.
*Does somebody like Parseltongue?* He hissed in the other boy's ear, glancing
out of the corner of his eye at Ron who was wanking himself on the couch as he
stared at Harry and Viktor.
Viktor had no idea what the fuck was going on with the devilish sounds coming
from Harry's mouth were, only that when when they did come out, his body was
attacked by shocks of pleasure, hitting him like a lightening bolt and he
wasn't sure it was a good thing. Until the silver snakes restricting him
starting hissing in his ears too. "Merlin, Harry!" he moaned, rutting the air.
"I vill do it!" he said desperately. "Just let me go!"
Harry absent-mindedly released Viktor with a wave of his hand, his attention
fixed on Arthur, who currently had his teeth sunk into his son's neck, blood
draining in scarlet rivulets down Charlie's bare chest from the punctures made
by Arthur's fangs.
Ron was very shy as Viktor rose from the chair and walked over to him. The
Bulgarian grabbed his shoulders and forced him onto his back on the couch,
smirking down at him. "Ya know, you're quite a cutie." he praised, letting his
long fingers undo Ron's pants carefully and removed them, being careful not to
hurt the younger boy and holding back a chuckle as Ron blushed dark red at his
words.
"T-thank you." Ron said shakily as Viktor teased his waist and inner thighs
with soft brushes, leaving the most sensitive part of his anatomy untouched,
opting for giving him a longer, more pleasurable experience.
"Krum,.." he moaned, his abnormally large hands hesitantly tugging at the hem
of the dark-haired boy's shirt. "Please..?" he asked, biting his lip and
looking away shyly.
The seeker laughed. "Viktor." he leaned down and purred throatily in Ron's ear.
"Call me Viktor, Ron." he said, licking a small trail along Ron's jawline and
then bombarding his neck with a flurry of kisses and bites, searching for his
sweet spot.
"Please,..Viktor." Ron whined, itching to have skin on skin contact with the
older male.
Krum laughed and, snatching his wand, vanished every article of clothing left
on their bodies. He shivered at the chilling and delicious feeling of being
bare and pressed up against someone else's naked body. Especially when that
someone was a bloody cute redhead with a great arse...
A VERY great arse, Krum realized as he ran an appreciative hand over Ron's taut
cheeks, squeezing them teasingly as Ron moaned, his hooded eyes meeting the
ceiling as the red dominated the black and his body submitted completely into
the older male's touches.
Viktor was very curious, never having been with a boy before, so he put this
time to good use and explored Ron's body with his hands and occasionally his
tongue.
Ron whimpered as Krum's rough, calloused fingers brushed over his nipples.
Curious about Ron's reaction, Krum did it again, gently teasing the small
circles, quite astounded as Ron came undone beneath him and his touches, he
stopped for a minute. In that minute he slid one hand under Ron's body, holding
him up slightly as he leaned down, his tongue flicking out and lapping at Ron's
right nipple, afore pulling him up just a bit more and suckling at the small
nub, reveling in the soft moans escaping the younger boy's wet, sinfully plush-
looking lips.
"Viktor, please..!" Ron whined shamelessly, bucking his hips up against the
Bulgarian's, causing their erections to rub together, the friction tearing
lust-filled moans from both boys. (who, by the way, are oblivious to the
goings-on around them)
*update on goings-on*
Harry moaned around Charlie's cock as Arthur thrust into him from behind and
Charlie thrust into his mouth, the power of both male's thrusts making Harry
feel more-or-less like a bludger, getting pounded around by 2 beater's bats.
He moaned out in pleasure as Arthur reached around his waist and began stroking
the 16-year-old's cock in time with his furiously, both riding towards an
orgasm.
*back to ViktorXRon*
Ron squeaked in surprise as he was flipped over onto all fours. He blushed
furiously when he felt something hot and wet lapping at his puckered arsehole
and he nearly fainted dead away when he realised that it was Viktor's tongue,
the realisation causing much more excitement than the actual stimulation
itself, which was saying something because having Krum's tongue in his arse was
bloody, fucking brilliant!
"Bloody hell, Viktor!" he moaned out in toe-curling pleasure, wincing slightly
as he felt a rough, thick finger introduce itself to his hot, very tight anal
cavity, adding just a hint of pain to the pleasure.
Viktor waited until Ron had relaxed, then added another finger, scissoring them
gently, curling them and probing around, searching for his prostate.
Okay, so maybe Viktor had been with a bloke or two before! Just for
experimenting though, it doesn't count.
Ron gulped audibly when Viktor wordlessly lubricated Ron's entrance and his own
cock, preparing both for the coming performance.
A shudder ran through the ginger's body as he felt the blunt head of Viktor's
cock pushing into him and he was in bliss, he was being stretched past the
points of what should be humanly possible and he bloody loved it!
"More, Viktor! More!" he meant to cry out, but the words, already hazy with
lust, were muffled by the pillow he had his face buried in and came out as
nothing more than blurry sounds on desire.
Viktor was shocked at how well Ron's body was accepting his 10" cock, and he
didn't stop moving until he was completely in the other boy, his balls resting
against Ron's arse cheeks.
Ron felt incredibly full and stretched and...full. He mewled out his pleasure
as Krum began thrusting into him, the older male's hips were strong from his
years of broom riding, and he held nothing back as he furiously pummeled the
ginger, not even noticing as the sofa squeaked and dipped when another body
settled onto the sofa behind him.
Krum jerked in surprise when he felt a cool hand on his arse, his movements
thrusting himself particularly roughly inside of Ron, making him scream when
his prostate was brutalized. Krum looked back over his shoulder, only to meet
the mischievous eyes of Bill Weasley. "Well,...never thought I'd see you in
this particular position again." the elder Weasley smirked, making short work
of pulling his long hair back into a ponytail and removing his leather jacket.
Viktor, still thrusting into Ron, looked back at him warily. "Aren't you
getting married?" he asked, raising an thick eyebrow at the older man.
Bill chuckled. "Yeah, Fleur knows quite well that I like blokes as well as
girls, we are great friends and fairly compatable lovers, but our marriage is
merely for the convenience of not having our mothers ride us about getting
married and producing children." he shrugged. "She has a lover and I am a free-
roamer, we both have no problem with the arrangement." he said the last words
as he struggled out of his sinfully tight trousers, leaving him naked as the
other two on the couch.
Viktor, at Ron's insistence, turned his attention back to the younger Weasley
and began thrusting, with renewed vigor, into the very tight arse of the
beautiful boy.
Bill watched his little brother lay, arse up, on the couch and let the
Bulgarian quidditch player pound his arse to smithereens. It was very fucking
arousing!
He tore his eyes from the scene and, instead, let them fall upon Charlie, who
was lying over a coffee table, that Bil was sure had just been a chair, and
Harry was taking him from behind as Arthur, once again cleaned and clothed,
watched from the chair Harry had been sitting in at the beginning of it all.
Bill chuckled when he remembered accidentally stumbling upon Fleur and her
lover one night when he had floo'd with some wedding plans from his mother. She
had apparently forgotten to lock the private floo to her room because she sure
as hell was surprised when he appeared.
He spelled his pants back on, deciding that he wasn't in the mood for a right
proper shag and would prefer just watching the others.
He smirked as he got up and walked over to his father. "Hey, dad." he said,
sitting back on his heels and watching Harry and Charlie, moving together on
the table, their bodies shining with a small sheen of sweat as they neared
orgasm.
"Hello, Bill, how's that beautiful bride of yours?" Arthur asked, he too,
keeping his eyes trained on the couple on the table, deep surges of jealousy
washing over him in waves.
Bill chuckled, more images of the part-veela tangled in a mass of sheets with
someone else pouring into his mind. "She is just wonderful, very excited about
the prospect of joining. I just wish it was I who could change her." he said
wistfully, running his tongue along his straight upper teeth and then biting
his lower lip.
"You don't acquire the ability to change others until you've been..." Arthur
cleared his throat and blushed. "..mated with your, well...mate." the older man
chuckled quietly and looked fondly at his own little mate, who was at this
point collapsed on top of Charlie, resting from his orgasm. "By then, you don't
have any real desire to mark anybody but them."
Bill nodded solemnly. "So how'd mum take the fact that you're not her actual
mate?" he asked, looking up at his dad out of the corner of his eye. "I could
see her pitching a right fit."
Arthur laughed heartily, startling the resting couples about the room. "That is
definitely what you'd expect from your mum, isn't it?" he asked, laughing
loudly. "But she was surprisingly understanding about it. Said she was happy
for us and even asked if I wanted a divorce so I could properly marry Harry,
but he put a halt to that. We're technically already married by magic, but I'm
married to your mum by law."
Bill smiled. "Well, that's good to hear." he was relieved to hear that, hoping
that situation would make his parents more open to his own.
Harry moaned softly, pushing himself up and sighing as he slipped out of
Charlie, standing, grabbing his wand and casting a cleaning charm on himself
and Charlie, then spelling his own clothes back on.
He walked over to Arthur and sat on the older man's lap, leaning in and placing
a soft kiss on his lips. "That was certainly fun." he said, smirking as he
pulled away. Arthur nodded in agreement with him.
Charlie located his wand and spelled his clothes back on because he was too
lazy to do it himself. He collapsed on his arse, leaning against a chair,
actively avoiding the couch, which was where Viktor and Ron were topping off
their wild love-making with a nice, lengthy snog.
Harry chuckled out loud when Ron noticed everyone staring and he quickly pulled
away from Viktor, blushing furiously.
"Looks like Ronnie's gonna change his loyalty to the Cannons." Bill laughed.
"It'll be hard to not cheer for the Bulgarians when he's thinking about what a
great shag their seeker is." His words earned him a round of laughter from
around the room, and made both Ron and Viktor, now fully clothed, blush
brightly.
Harry, still chuckling, conjured another chair and set everything back to
rights, making it as it was before there was some severe shagging going on.
He settled himself in his own chair and sighed contentedly. "Viktor, have you
yet decided to join us?" he asked, staring down the 20-year-old man, waiting
for an answer.
"Um, vell yes." he said, "I vould be delighted to join you,..I think anyvays."
he said chuckling slightly.
Harry smirked, his fangs peeking out of the corners of his mouth. "Perfect..."
he suddenly disappeared, appearing, not even 3 seconds later, behind Viktor.
"Welcome to the family." he purred in the Bulgarians ear, the next second he
was sinking his teeth into the firm skin at the juncture between shoulder and
neck, releasing the venom into Viktor's rushing blood veins, relishing the
tangy flavor of the hot, thick blood gathering on his tongue as he pulled away,
leaving Viktor to the change as he strode back over to his chair, seductively
licking away the blood on his lips and dribbling down his chin.
A minute or two later Viktor was panting slightly as the change ended and he
looked around, seeing everything through new eyes.
"Vell,...zis is most definitely not vhat I vas expecting." Krum said, squinting
slightly as he looked at them. "Iz it just me, or have you alvays been this
extraordinarily attractive?" he asked, looking genuinely confused on the
subject, which made everyone laugh at him.
"Naw, I've always been a sexy bastard." Bill chuckled, ignoring the teasing
scoff from Charlie.
Harry rolled his eyes in a bemused fashion as the two eldest Weasley brothers
began squabbling back and forth about who was more attractive.
oOo
It was a short while later, when everything had been sorted out and everyone
was leaving.
Charlie and Bill were taking Viktor and Ron back to the Burrow to see Molly,
but Ron didn't seem too keen on going and instead opted for escaping to the
library.
After the other three had left, Harry took Arthur's hand and pulled him in for
a long, slow kiss, right there in the middle of the livingroom.
Arthur pulled away, smiling, but confused at the action. "What was that for?"
he asked, his hands resting lightly on Harry's waist as the other boy smiled up
at him.
"Just because I can, Arthur." Harry said, hugging him and burying his face in
Arthur's chest, breathing in his mate's musky, heady scent.
"Just because I can..."
Chapter End Notes
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***** Weasley's Wizard *****
Chapter Summary
     Here's my second fic-this was originally a prompt to see if I made
     the cut, but I ended up not having to do it, but I wanted to anyway.
     I love Fred/Anyone almost as much as I love Snamione. (Which, by the
     way, is my OTP. You request one of those fics, or Snape/Anyone, be
     prepared for an awesome, long smutty one.)
     Anyways, without further ado:
     Lucius ducks into a random shop on Diagon alley to hide from Aurors
     chasing him and it just happens to be Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.
     Lucius hides in the back room where Fred holds him while George
     diverts the Aurors away. After, the boys have their way with him in
     exchange for not telling anyone that he'd been there.
     ~Adora~
Bang! The shop door slammed behind Lucius as he ran inside, desperate to get
away from the Aurors tailing him. He flinched at the loud sound, but
thankfully, the slamming of the door wasn’t out of place here. Looking around,
the rogue ex-Death Eater recognized the shop he had stumbled upon as Weasley’s
Wizard Wheezes. Draco had mentioned it a few times, griping about the Weasley
twins’ success in business.
And although Lucius hated the Weasley family, (though the only true objects of
his hate now were Percy and Ronald) he didn’t give one damn about that right
now. He wasn’t about to get arrested for buying a Firebolt to make travel
easier just because a few Aurors didn’t like the fact that he had been
exonerated. Thank Merlin for Harry Potter. The founders only know why the
saviour of the wizarding world chose to help out his most bitter school-enemy’s
father and keep him out of Azkaban. But that didn’t matter at the moment-
escaping the damned Aurors did.
Turning around, Lucius tried to look inconspicuous as he hurriedly made his way
through the organized chaos that was the most popular joke shop in Diagon
Alley. To his detriment, he wasn’t that unnoticeable as he knocked straight
into one of the owners of the store-Fred Weasley. “Oi! What the hell are you
doing here Malfoy?”
“Not so loud, Weasley!” Lucius hissed, ducking down as he knew Fred’s loud
voice would have carried through the shop, and perhaps outside to the searching
Aurors, if he was unlucky. And Lucius had no luck these days.
“In a bit of a rough spot are you?” Fred replied, his eyes glowing
mischievously-though that was nothing new.
“Cut the immaturity act, will you Mister Weasley? You know I’ve been
exonerated, but the Aurors are after me again. You can’t buy a bloody
broomstick without the threat of getting arrested and being presented with a
fucking Dementor’s kiss.” Lucius growled, nervously looking around. “Is there
anywhere we can go not in the open?”
“Right. In the back. We just got a new order of Pygmy Puffs along with Curious
Crackers, though, so you’ll want to watch your step.”
“And what in Morgana’s lingerie is a Curious Cracker?”
“No need to bring poor old Morgana’s knickers into this, Malfoy. A Curious
Cracker is a delightful new invention of my own making. You eat one of these
lovely colouful biscuits, or simply break it, and who knows what will happen?”
Lucius looked at the older Weasley twin, a smile that promised havoc to all who
were not wary. “And we’re entering a room full of exploding biscuits why?”
“Did I say they were exploding?” Protested an affronted-looking Fred. “And
we’re going there because I’m trying to hide you from the biggest bunch of
prats that seem to have come by the name of Aurors. I wouldn’t complain just
because the back room isn’t Malfoy Manor. Azkaban isn’t all that lovely a place
either, is it?”
“Not particularly.” Lucius ground out, glaring at the red headed boy-man now,
he noticed. Fred Weasley was no longer the annoying little git that had once
wreaked havoc with his twin in Hogwarts, Lucius realised. Rather, he was an
annoying git who wreaked havoc with his twin all over London. Of course, this
annoying git had filled out rather nicely after dropping out of school his
seventh year. His hair was freshly cut, the young man was toned and well-
muscled, and…wait a minute! Was Lucius really ogling Fred Weasley of all
people? At least it wasn’t Percy or Ronald, he mused. Shuddering, Lucius tried
to turn his mind back to the task at hand-not getting caught. However, his mind
didn’t seem to want to think about not getting caught. Actually, he rather
wouldn’t mind his lips being caught in between the ginger’s teeth, or his cock
caught in the younger man’s mouth, sucking and moving up and down- “Merlin!”
Lucius cried out, trying to empty his mind of the beautiful, delicious, wicked
thoughts.
“Malfoy, what the hell is wrong? If you don’t want to be arrested for
breathing, I suggest you breathe a little quieter!” Fred hissed, spinning
around to see Lucius Malfoy sporting a major erection. He smirked as the older
wizard turned around, his face red as Fred’s hair. “Hmm. A little excited to be
hidden away from the big, bad Aurors, are we?”
“Weasley, if I were you I wouldn’t-”
“Wouldn’t what, Malfoy? Please tell me you’re not threatening my brother when
he’s obviously trying to help you out. And against good reason, I’m guessing,”
a new voice said wryly, covertly admiring their blonde guest.
“Georgie, I’ve lots of good reason. Just because I choose not to use it a lot,
well, what does that have to do with anything?”
“Everything,” George laughed. “Malfoy, did you run into a bit of trouble?”
“The Aurors don’t like it when brooms are bought, apparently. I wonder if they
would try grabbing me if I bought a Firebolt legally?” Fred answered as Lucius
desperately tried to will his erection away.
“Makes sense.” A ring came from the door, alerting the Weasley twins that
someone had entered the shop, though Lucius heard nothing. “That’ll probably be
the Aurors. Forge?”
“Well Gred, as I wouldn’t mind a nice broom of my own, let’s help out our good
ol’ pal here, don’t you think?”
“Stole the words right out of my mouth. Looks like you were taking Malfoy to
the back room; I’ll lead the Awrys off of the trail. Hopefully I’ll convince
them to by some of those Curious Crackers. That would be something to see!”
“We only have those in the back!”
“Right you are. Accio Curious Crackers,” intoned George carrying a brightly
coloured box with the product’s name moving all around it as he walked to the
front of the store, where Lucius and Fred had just left.
“How did you know the Aurors had arrived?” Lucius asked. “Did you create that
spell yourselves?”
“Yep. Only the caster and those the caster allows can hear the bell. Pretty
ingenious, huh?”
“At least that explains why no one turned their heads when I opened the door.
And why you were right there.”
“As you fell over me. Don’t worry-I have a pretty extensive fan club.” Fred
said flippantly, leading Lucius into a room filled with annoying pink-, red-,
purple-, and blue-coloured Pigmy Puffs and hundreds of the Cracker boxes,
closing the door behind them as they walked in. “So, what are you doing back in
Diagon Alley?”
“None of your business.”
“I think it is, since you’re not being apprehended by Aurors right now because
of me and my brother. Of course, that can change real quickly,” Fred answered,
raising an eyebrow.
“If you must know, I was visiting my son and his partner.”
“Pure-Blood isn’t so pure?”
“There is nothing wrong with my son!”
“I never said that. Just wanted to know your view on something so
controversial. I myself don’t give a flying knut about such things.”
“Neither do it, honestly. Justin’s a good lad, even if he is a muggle. But
magic can ensure that Draco can have an heir with whomever he chooses-muggle or
magic, male or female. Thank Merlin for that small miracle.”
“The Malfoy line needs an heir that bad?”
“I just want to see my son happy.” Lucius ground out stiffly. He didn’t like
where this topic seemed to be heading.
“And you? Are you happy?” Yep. He was most definitely not liking the road this
was going down.
“What does that have to do with anything? I’m used to the lot I’ve been
living.”
“So am I. But that still begs the question. Are you happy?”
“Not particularly.”
“Do you think you could be?”
“I wouldn’t turn away a chance at even fleeting happiness,” Lucius answered,
feeling slightly uncomfortable with the wizard before him. He hadn’t expected
either of the Weasley twins to be able to hold a serious conversation for this
long.
“No matter how small the chance? How fleeting the moment?”
“What are you getting at, Weasley?”
“This.” And with that one word, Fred pressed his lips against the blonde
wizard’s, pulling his body so it was flush up against the younger wizard’s.
Surprised, Lucius pulled away asking harshly, “What the fuck was that?”
“From what you two were talking about, I would guess that was Fred being
wonderfully selfless and perfect, giving you a chance at even the most fleeting
of happy moments.”
“And how in Merlin’s beard did you think that would make me happy?” Lucius
demanded, not sure who to glare at-George, who had just come in and was
shutting the door behind him, or Fred, who was a surprisingly good kisser.
“I wasn’t the one sporting a raging erection.”
“Nor was I.”
“You saw that too, did you?” Lucius deadpanned.
“I always make it my mission to seek out beautiful wizards who might be
available and willing. And it looked then as if you were. Are you still now?”
George asked seductively, now behind Lucius and practically purring in his ear.
“Um” was all Lucius could say. His mind seemed to have stopped working, leaving
him with no response for the two ginger-haired wizards.
“Think carefully. We’re businessmen. We don’t do things for free. Not for rich
people.” came the voice behind him.
“And you’re very rich indeed,” Fred added, smirking at the bulge that was
steadily growing larger in Lucius’ pants.
“Payment for keeping me from the Aurors?”
“And for that fleeting chance at happiness.”
“Looks as if I don’t have much of a choice,” Lucius muttered, barely swallowing
a gasp as George cupped the older wizard’s backside and pressed kisses on his
neck, trailing down to outline the part where shirt collar met skin with the
redhead’s skillfully wicked tongue.
“On the contrary; you can throw your chance away and rot in prison,” George
said against the blonde wizard’s neck.
“You can leave this,” Fred added, slowly stroking Lucius’ still-clothed cock.
“You can run.”
“You can-”
“No, I can’t.” Lucius said, cutting off Fred and backing away from both the
red-headed devils. “I won’t. But what I will do…” He trailed off, not knowing
how to continue this. He wanted to do all sorts of things to the boys, but he
also wanted to turn the tables on them. Smirking, he knew exactly what to do.
“What?” Both Weasley twins asked, growing curious as to what the older wizard
was most obviously thinking.
Without uttering a word to the boys to prepare them, Lucius grabbed his wand
and muttered a spell, clearing the room of annoying, chattering animals and
dangerous foodstuffs. Fred and George smiled, at least until Fred was thrown
across the room and chained to the wall. George whipped out his wand, ready to
hex the beautiful wizard into next week when Lucius was suddenly beside him,
taking his wand and kissing him with a ferocity that George found he didn’t
really want to pull away. But when Lucius released his lips, George found his
anger to be as volatile as his passion at the moment. “What in the bloody hell
was that!?”
“Didn’t you want this?” The infuriating wizard asked, obviously teasing his
enraged counter-part.
“That’s not what I’m asking, and you damned well know it,” the ginger ground
out.
“Oh, you mean your brother, chained to the wall? Your beautiful, maddening,
delicious brother? What do you think?”
“I’m starting to get an idea,” the younger Weasley twin growled, but not
completely out of anger this time, Lucius noted, amused.
“And that would be?”
“Fucking bastard,” George muttered against Lucius’ lips, unbuttoning the other
man’s shirt, then reaching down to unzip his trousers. Stripping Lucius
completely, George and Fred were both able to take in the sight of the older
Malfoy’s glorious body.
The chains keeping Fred confined to the wall jangled as he moved, fruitlessly
trying to get some kind of friction against his throbbing, leaking
cock.“Luuuciussss…” He moaned, watching his brother suck the delicious looking
wizard. Lucius seemed to be enjoying it too, by his sexy groans, and the way he
was gripping George’s hair, thrusting steadily into the boy’s mouth as he was
sucked vigorously. “Luuciussssss!” He cried, wishing he had some way to get the
man’s attention. “Dammit, Lucius!”
Close to the edge, it was very easy for Lucius to ignore the babble from across
the room, focusing instead on the redhead whose mouth he was currently fucking.
But he knew if he kept this up; let George continue his wonderful feeling
ministrations, he probably wouldn’t have the energy to pay proper attention to
the older twin. And Lucius had a delectable idea that he might be the one
bottoming in that pair. Looking over at Fred he decided. Yes, he wouldn’t mind
getting fucked by that beautiful body, never mind that he was older than Fred.
He didn’t get the logic that in a gay arrangement, the older man had to
strictly be the dominant one. Sometimes he liked to be the one in control, and
at other times, there was nothing more he would love to do than submit himself
to another’s will entirely.
Moaning, he pushed George away from his cock, knowing if he didn’t bury himself
in that pale body now, he would be waiting for Fred to be in him much longer
than he wanted to. “Turn around,” he whispered in the young wizard’s ear,
silencing his displeasure with a passionate kiss. George obediently turned
around and got on all fours, waiting. Lucius reached around the boy and grabbed
his generous cock, stroking it and wetting his fingers with George’s pre-cum.
Dipping a finger into the pale arse staring him in the face, Lucius paused
momentarily for George to adjust, his walls clenching around Lucius’ wet
finger. After what Lucius deemed a long enough time, he added another finger,
scissoring them and brushing against the boy’s prostrate, earning a loud moan,
and his hips bucking up to force Lucius’ fingers deeper inside him. Lucius knew
he should probably prepare his lover a little more, but he found he couldn’t
wait another moment and removed his fingers, whispering filthy nothings in the
boy’s ear, erasing the possibility of any complaints he might have had while
his hole was momentarily empty.
Lucius pushed in quickly, fully sheathing himself in George in one long thrust.
George screamed out, yelling obscenities and commanding Lucius to move. And
move he did, pounding into George mercilessly as he stroked the redhead’s cock
in time with his own thrusts. “Oh gods, oh Merlin, Lucius, Lu-LUCIUS!” George
came with a yell, his come covering the floor of the back room.
Lucius’ only response was a groan as he tried rather futilely to delay his
coming orgasm, spilling deep in the younger Weasley twin.
“Lucius,” breathed George, lust-glazed eyes gazing at the beautiful wizard.
“Yes dear?”
“That was bloody wonderful. Treat my prat of a brother to the same thing, hm?”
“I’ve got a bit of a different idea for him.”
“Mmm. Would love to watch. But, so…tired.” George said as his eyelids started
to droop. Lucius silently summoned a cot and George lay down, falling asleep in
seconds.
“You must be bloody brilliant,” Fred blurted out.
“And what do you mean by that,” Lucius drawled lazily.
“Georgie never feels the need to go to sleep immediately after unless it’s the
best sex he’s ever had. Not that we make this a habit-him and I um, “spending
time” with the same guy at the same time-but he’s said he’s only passed out
once, and that was when Cedric Diggory buggered him into the bed so hard the
mattress had his imprint in it for a week.
“So,” said Fred smiling, “I’m actually quite interested as to how this is going
to go, especially as I’m chained to a wall.”
“Oh don’t worry, I promise this will be enjoyable for you,” Lucius said, his
dark voice dripping like honey, making Fred shiver with delight. “However, I
would rather we play a different game.” He said, he lips grazing Fred’s ear, as
he touched the wrist chains and was flipped on the wall, Fred now free.
“I think I may like this turn of events,” Fred purred, running his hands over
Lucius’ body, magically lengthening the chains so the blond man’s feet barely
grazed the ground, creating a bit more pain, not that it was the pain that was
making the older wizard tremble and whimper slightly. Lucius felt he should
feel a little embarrassed or put off by the fact that a younger man was doing
this to him and he was enjoying it more than he probably should be. That and
the fact that he had just experienced a ferocious orgasm and yet was hard again
in less than five minutes… But the Weasley boy…man, he reminded himself. This
delicious figure was no longer a boy. And whoa was he delicious. Lucius’ mind
erupted as Fred kissed him; which was a much more exquisite kiss than George’s,
Lucius couldn’t help noting, but perhaps that was because he hadn’t been fucked
in a while. There weren’t many men Lucius was submissive for.
And yet, Lucius had no qualms as he completely gave himself over to Fred’s
ministrations-Fred roughly gripping his hair, forcing his tongue down his
throat, ripping away and nearly chewing down his chin and throat to his chest,
suckling and biting his nipples so hard Lucius almost screamed out in pain.
Luckily for Fred, it was just enough pain to be pleasurable; just enough rough
to turn Lucius on so much that he became painfully hard. And that, of course,
only managed to arouse him more. Lucius was a kinky old bastard, Fred was
finding, and they shared the same trait-that they loved their sex hard enough
to draw blood; hard enough to leave bruises; hard enough to make their partner
scream a pain/pleasure filled yell loud and long enough to make their throat
sore. This was the only pain Fred enjoyed. This was the pain that had
originally pushed Lucius to find other outlets, which, admittedly, were not as
fun or pleasurable, but still interesting enough.
If Lucius was enjoying the wonderful, stimulating simple-ness of what Fred was
doing to him, his body nearly exploded with gratification when Fred took his
pulsating cock into his mouth. A moment later, feeling his orgasm start to
build, Fred pulled out, let Lucius free of the chains, and thrust into him as
he simultaneously fell on his knees and gasped, giving hardly any time to get a
full breath in. Gasping and sputtering, Lucius took as much of Fred in as he
could, then started to deep throat, doing his best not to gag. He wasn’t used
to doing this, but it seemed that he was doing okay, if Fred’s vocalizing on
the matter was any indication.
Then, almost without warning, Fred came with a yell inside Lucius’ mouth, his
come dribbling down his chest as the older wizard attempted to swallow every
bit of Fred’s essence. Pulling out early, Lucius became a whole lot stickier as
Fred decided to plunder and devour Lucius’ mouth, moaning erotically as he
tasted himself on the other wizard. Grabbing the blonde’s cock, Fred stroked it
hard and fast, twisting his hand and fingering Lucius’ balls until Lucius came
once more, fucking Fred’s hand until he was completely spent.
                                                                                                             
***
“Who knew the big bad ex-Death Eater had a thing for playing out his lover’s
fantasies?” Fred smirked, turning to his side and running his hand through
Lucius’ hair and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, smiling contentedly.
“When will you get used to that fact that we’re engaged? It’s been nearly four
months.” After a moment Lucius continued “And who knew my lover had a sex
fantasy including his twin brother?”
“It takes a little bit to get used to. I never thought you would ask.”
“If you remember correctly, we asked at the same time.”
“I still think you used Legilimens to know when to ask,” Fred grumbled
playfully.
“You’re avoiding the question.”
“Quite honestly, this was a new one. Georgie and I only did something like this
once, and it didn’t turn out so well. The arse wanted George to suck me while I
was being fucked.”
“And I know how well you take to being fucked,” Lucius joked, raising an
eyebrow, his expression darkening quickly after as he continued “And I also
know your views on incest. Most everyone does, really. Who the hell is this
pervert?”
“Dead.”
“Ouch. Your taste of revenge seems to be a little harsh, my dear.”
“Actually, he ended up being Bellatrix’s victim.”
“Oh. Darling, I’m so sorry.”
“There were a lot of causalities, Lucius. I’m not dismissing his death, but I’m
not laying blame on anyone. We all did what we felt we had to.”
“Thank you for understanding,” Lucius whispered, nuzzling his face into Fred’s
neck.
After a moment or two of blissful silence, the couple heard a voice. “Oi,
Freddie! What the hell am I doing here, and in the back room? And why am I
covered in come!?”
Fred’s eyes widened in panic as Lucius turned a questioning look in his
direction. “Obliviate!” He yelled, grabbing his wand and casting the spell at
his brother. After casting a quick Sonorus, Fred tried not to look at Lucius,
knowing the slightly shocked, slightly impressed, but mostly amused expression
that would be on his face.
“You Obliviated your brother?”
“He may have been Imperiused for the last hour or so,” Fred admitted in a small
voice.
“You naughty boy,” Lucius growled, moving to lay on Fred after he quickly
casted a cleaning spell over the both of them. “Sounds like someone needs to be
taught a lesson.”
“Yes, please,” Fred groaned as Lucius kissed him almost desperately, apparating
them to his Manor, the two of them spending the rest of the day together,
making the fantasy of true love a very real thing.
***** Extra-Curricular Activities *****
Chapter Notes
     Milkyway Midnight, thank you so much for this! I was in the middle of
     writing a Sev/Remus fic and your request basically begged me to use a
     snapshot from what *may* become a multi-chapter. Anyway, thanks and
     enjoy!
     ~Adora Snape
See the end of the chapter for more notes
He sat and stared for a while, starting to nod off, when someone knocked at the
door, jolting him wide awake. “One second,” he called, and put the letter away,
hastily tried to shove some stuff under his bed, kicked some things out of his
way, and opened the door. Severus was standing in the doorway, with his
signature smirk on his face.
“You sure left supper in a hurry.”
“On the contrary. You seemed not to want to leave at all.”
“Looks can be deceiving. Besides, Dumbledore needed to speak to me about
something important.”
“Well, if Dumbledore needed to speak to you.” And while most wouldn’t be able
to say a sentence like that without sounding bitter, Remus could. He had
respect for Dumbledore like no one else.
“He did. But while he only needed to speak to me, I have an idea that what you
need doesn’t include much speaking at all.”
What a beautiful man. “You couldn’t be more right.”
***
Severus couldn’t help but smile against Remus’s lips. Nothing felt like this,
nothing. He had kept his feelings hidden for so long and never went up to
anyone-that made him seem like he wasn’t in control. And yet, with Remus, he
knew he was losing control, and extremely quickly. He didn’t really care.
Years of being careful and trying not to care about anybody had hurt his
emotional state deeply; almost beyond repair. He was tired of being careful. He
wanted to throw bloody care to the bloody wind and let it bloody stay there.
But the wind had been forbidden to take care for a ride for so many years that
it would take some steps; all unfamiliar, but all very pleasant.
Severus took his first step-letting his tongue entwine with Remus’s and letting
out a small moan. He was rewarded with Remus nipping his bottom lip and moving
his hands underneath Severus’s robe and shirt. Severus was a little scared
about everything that was happening, and all at once too-his heart beat had
increased rapidly and he was beginning to feel so many things at once.
He decided that for once, it was okay. He deepened the kiss and entangled his
hands in Remus’ delightfully messy light brown hair and pulled the man closer
to him. Remus pulled away just long enough to strip Severus and himself of
their robes and shirts. They somehow managed to stumble the ten steps or so to
Remus’ bed, literally falling into the sheets and blankets.
Severus’ need grew stronger, but instead, Remus slowed the pace. He slowly move
his lips down Severus’ chin and collarbone, and then trailing hot little kisses
down Severus’ stomach, trailing his fingers just above the waistband of
Severus’ pants. "Remus..." the Potions Master panted, wanting the werewolf's
feather-light touches to dig into his waist, wanting those hands to strip him
of his pants and underwear, wanting those fingers fucking him, wanting...
"Remus!" Severus gasped, feeling the man's warm, wet mouth on his still-clothed
erection.
"Hm?" Remus said, lifting his mouth from Snape's beautiful cock.
"Stop teasing and get on with it!"
"With what?" Now the sandy-haired git was not only physically teasing him, but
verbally too. Severus wasn't sure how much harder he could get. Or if her would
be able to stand getting much harder.
"Fuck me, werewolf," he growled, scraping his nails down his lover's back,
gripping his buttocks and pressing two of his fingers against his hole, giving
the man a good idea of what to do.
"Werewolf. Really Severus?"
"Werewolf, wizard, man who's been tormenting me for months. If you don't fuck
me, I will get you on your back." Not that the idea was repulsive-Severus
actually liked being the dominant, but at the moment, he just didn't fucking
care.
"Well, I wouldn't mind that much. And tormenting you for months? How much?"
"This much," came the gutteral reply, and all of a sudden, the two men's
clothes had disappeared, and Remus was on his back, staring into two black,
unnending orbs. 
Severus attacked Remus' mouth with his own, not caring about being gentle
anymore, or feeling confident. The time for that could come later. Right now
all he needed was carnal pleasure-he wouldn't even be able to take much
foreplay this time. He needed sex, and he needed it now. Thankfully, it seemed
as if Remus was on the same track; the other man had quit his teasing and
started stroking Severus' cock with long, determined strokes, bringing Sev to
the edge far sooner than he had anticipated.
Not wanting to come without being able to be in Remus, Severus pulled out of
him and positioned his cock at Remus' entrance. "I'm going to use lube, but do
you want to be prepared?" Came the rough, lust-filled question.
"Oh gods, oh... ohh Merlin, yes! I mean, no, uh, oh...Seeeev!" was the
strangled reply.
"On your back too, I take it?"
"If you don't take me I might have to do something about it, Snape. Please!"
Remus moaned.
"As you wish," Severus purred, quickly casting a silent lubrication spell and
thrusting, sheathing himself in one swift, powerful thrust.
 
Chapter End Notes
     You know, I know it's not too long, and please don't kill me, but I
     think that's where I'm going to leave this. Of course, more will
     come, (please, don't mind the pun) but if I were you, I would look
     under 'Extra-Curricular Activities' under my name a little into the
     future.
     Sorry Seva, if this seems like advertising my own fics. Not purposely
     trying to. :/
***** Harry's lucky day *****
Chapter Summary
     Updates galore! I'm not paying attention to who's first or not. I'm
     just updating which ones I feel like doing at the moment.
Chapter Notes
     Bondage, Masks, Blindfolds, Mistaken identity
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It was uncommonly cold out as Harry walked back to his apartment that he shared
with his two wonderful boyfriends.
Why was he walking, you ask? Well, because his aforementioned 'boyfriends', yes
there's a plural, told him to come home at least 1 hour late.
Harry was inwardly freaking out because he could not remember any reason, what-
so-ever, why they might be planning to surprise him with something. It wasn't
his birthday. And it wasn't their anniversary, was it?!
He felt sick to his stomach as he wracked his frantic brain for whatever he had
forgotten, yet nothing came.
He sighed heavily and drew in a painfully cold breath. He had ended up at his
apartment without even realizing it.
He gritted his teeth, unlocked the door and released a heavy breath as he
pushed the door open and stepped inside.
As soon as he passed through the doorway. A heavenly scent filled his senses,
he breathed it in deeply, his brain feeling slightly fuzzy as he did so.
Harry heard a faint sound coming from the livingroom, but as he got closer, the
smell got heavier, his brain got fuzzier and his movements became sluggish.
When he got to the livingroom, his eyes were so fuzzy that he couldn't even
see, his brain felt like it was shutting down, and his limbs felt like they
were made of concrete.
Harry tried to fight it as his brain shut down, but he was too weak and he felt
himself falling to the floor as his vision faded to black.
Okay, so Harry should be happy that he's still alive, right? No. He should be
cursed to high heaven and beyond. Or maybe he already was. Because when he
decided to go ahead and wake up, he was greeted with a
most,...um,...'arousing'...sight.
Harry's head was pounding as he regained conciousness. He felt like he had been
dead-on targeted by a rogue bludger, except his skull was still intact.
His eyes opened minutely and it took him several minutes for his eyes to adjust
to the darkness of the room. However, when he did see everything clearly, it
was hard for him to not keep his eyes open as wide as they could go.
The room that Harry was in, was decorated reminicent of a torture chamber,
there were chains, cuffs, whips and other assorted devices lining the stone
walls. There was several torches fixiated on the walls, though the actual
source of the light appeared to be a plethora of drippy candles sitting on
almost every surface in the room, except for the bed, the biggest fucking bed
Harry had ever seen, it was like the mother of all beds. Harry couldn't even
figure out how a bed that big could even fit in the room, it was big enough for
about 20 people to sleep on it, and that is a huge-ass bed. Harry didn't even
think it was a bed, it must be like a tall floor or something, maybe a short
house.
Off the subject of the giant-ass bed. That wasn't what really had Harry's
attention captured. Oh no. What had Harry so completely transfixed was the fact
that there was 7 guys lounging about the room in various shades of undress,
some completely undressed, but the thing that made Harry wary, is that they
were all wearing masks. Death eater masks.
7 lean, muscular and bloody-fucking gorgeous bodies, no faces attatched. Harry
felt his cock stir and looked down, for the first time, noticing that his
clothes were gone and his growing hardness would soon become very obvious.
It appeared that the other 7 had not yet noticed Harry, that gave him time to
admire the eye-candy layed out before him.
He took his time drooling over each and every one of those delicious bodies.
From the chocolate-skinned man in black shorts that were so tight that they
left near-nothing to the imagination, to the pale one, laying back on the bed,
buck-ass nude, his hard cock jutting up from a patch of thick black hair, the
sight was so arousing Harry let out a whimpering moan, his cock was erect and
he needed relief, but his hands were restrained, apparently by magic bonds or
something.
That small sound escaping Harry's lips was enough to catch the attention of the
others in the room. Several heads snapped in his direction and he hoped like
hell that one, maybe two or perhaps five of them were going to fuck him,
because, sweet mercy, he needed it.
Two walked over to him, their faces were hidden from his view, but Harry could
FEEL them smirking at him as they knelt down next to him and grabbed his
wrists, their magic signatures releasing the invisible, magic shackles, though
their hands replaced them, leading him, (very willingly, I might add) over into
the group that was now clustering together around him.
Harry had hands everywhere, there were hands rubbing his back, groping his ass,
tangling in his hair, stroking his cock and squeezing his nipples. He was
moving his hands around, trying to return as much of the pleasure he could with
his hazy, lust-clouded mind, which wasn't much, but they didn't seem to mind.
They seemed content with using Harry's hands and guiding them over their
bodies, since he couldn't do it himself
"Why can't I see your faces?" he asked breathlessly as a few backed off and
went to drape themselves over the bed.
"A simple glamour charm." a vaguely familiar voice purred in his ear. "You
can't see our faces, until you guess our identities." a kissed placed on his
ear confirmed this statement. There was, in fact, no true masks.
He didn't exactly care to think about it though, when there was 8 hands
practically molesting his body, driving him nearly to the peak of pleasure.
Harry nearly squealed when someone's hot mouth closed around and sucked on his
balls, releasing them and licking teasingly at them, before taking them in his
mouth and sucking again, whilst another engulfed his cock to the root.
He endured a few seconds of pure torture as they teased him, before bliss
overrode it and he came, crying out desperately as he did so, his hands were
threaded in the hair of whatever faceless person was on sucking him and he
pulled his face forward, thrusting roughly and spurting his thick, white cum
directly down the other's throat.
The intensity of his orgasm made his legs go weak and he moaned softly,
stumbling back a little, laughing to himself as the two who had been under him
stood back up. Harry grabbed the arm of the smaller, pale one, he recognised
him as being the one lying on the bed when he had come to.
"I always knew you were good with balls, Oliver." Harry said, smirking as the
glamour faded away, revealing Oliver Woods, blushing rather brightly.
"Ow'd ya know it 's me?" he asked, seeming much more self-concious about his
nakedness now that his face was uncovered.
Harry smirked. "I'll never tell." he said, his words making the others give him
challenging glares.
"I'd bet we could make you tell." said the two that had released him. "It'd be
easy!"
"Not as easy as you two." The husky voice that almost whispered in Harry's ear
made him shiver unconciously. He could feel hot breath on his naked skin and he
was getting hard again.
"I take that as a personal insult!" The two masked men said in unison, their
hands clenching into fists, their tense postures causing their muscles to
become quite obvious, though, sadly, they were wearing pants and Harry couldn't
see everything he would like to.
"Do you like that, Harry?" the voice whispered again. "Aren't they beautiful,
their bodies tense with anger?" warm hands settled at Harry's waist, thumbs
rubbing circles in the small of his back as velvety lips caressed the soft skin
at the nape his neck.
"Yes." Harry murmured. "Yes,...they are." he couldn't exactly think straight
when those hands were teasing him like that. The firm pads of the thumbs,
running down just a little and whispering along his ass crack, teasingly
rubbing his clenching hole, before pulling away completely, leaving Harry
panting and whining, his ass wiggling and bucking back against the naughty
fingers that were quickly removed from his person.
Harry whimpered, his eyes were half-closed and glazed over with lust. "Please
fuck me." he pleaded to no one in particular, he was hot and needy, his
boyfriends were obviously behind this, because he recognized one of them, and
he really, really, REALLY wanted to get fucked.
No sooner were the words out of his mouth before he was pushed over and roughly
thrown onto the bed, one of the lucky guys on the bed ending up with a lap full
of Harry Potter.
Harry blushed, looking at the patchwork of freckled skin and red hair dusting
his chest and a wide grin split his lips. "Charlie." he said surely. He would
recognize the gorgeous dragon tamer anywhere.
A faint shimmering and Charlie's mask faded away. "Well, that was completely
useless." Charlie said, a wistful smile on his face. "I'm out now, I guess."
Harry shook his head, putting his arms around the gingers neck and kissing him
furiously. "Fuck me please?" he said, more a question than a statement as he
ground his erection into Charlie's stomach, practically humping his abbs.
"Yes, Charlie, let's fuck him until he can't even walk." the chocolate-skinned
man growled in Harry's ear. "Do you want our thick cocks pounding your cute
little arse up, Harry?" he whispered, sucking Harry's earlobe into his mouth
and biting it gently.
Harry nodded eagerly, barely registering the fact that he was now on a bed with
7 other guys that, from the looks of it, all want to fuck him into oblivion. He
was too busy wiggling out of Charlie's lap and kissing the dark-skinned Wizard
heatedly. "I want you to pound me until I can't even say my own name." he
moaned against the other's lips. "Please.."
He almost shrieked when he was flipped over and layed on his stomach on top of
Charlie, face-to-face with the grinning ginger.
Oliver, and another man, who seemed to have a hard time being next to
eachother, had positioned themselves in front of Harry, both were fully nude
and had their cocks out. Harry was itching to taste them, they just looked so
completely suck-a-licious!
"Somebody fuck me!" Harry moaned, wiggling his ass teasingly in the air at the
dark-skinned man. Which, he found, was both a mistake and a brilliant idea
because he got 3 fingers shoved in his ass with no preparation what-so-ever.
Harry literally screamed at the top of his lungs, the sound being muffled when
two cocks were damn near shoved down his throat.
He whimpered in pleasure, the pain of those three perfectly manicured fingers
forcing their way into him, was completely lost on him as they touched his
prostate and he was in heaven.
He swallowed convulsively around the two cocks in his mouth, saliva was gather
in his mouth and began dripping down his chin as two hands were threaded into
his hair and he was pulled roughly forward, his throat being forced to expand
and accomodate the two dicks in his mouth as they thrusted together, giving him
a chance to breathe as they pulled out, only to cut off his air when they
slammed back in.
Harry's hands, that had been holding onto Oliver's thigh and Charlie's bicep,
were suddenly pulled out to the sides, firmly guided to two near-identical
cocks and helped to begin stroking them. Harry wanted to say the twins' names,
but his mouth was full, and he wouldn't give that up at the moment, he thought
as he curled his tongue around the heads of the cocks in his mouth, treating
them, one after the other, loving the way their blood could be felt pulsing
under the skin as his teeth gently scraped over the heads, his tongue licking
up the precum like a starving man.
Everything froze when Harry did. And Harry froze when he felt the blunt head of
a cock at his loosened ass, that Blaise, yes he knew it was Blaise, had ended
up getting 4 fingers into with ease.
Harry moaned when he felt Charlie's long, thick cock pushing into him, filling
him up and making him squirm. He squeaked and whimpered when he felt Blaise's
pushing inside along with Charlie's, he stretched him so much that Harry
thought he might just rip a hole in his back. "Ooooohmrrrggg." Harry mumbled
around the cocks in his mouth. "Harrrg!" he pleaded, "Harrggger!" He pleaded,
pushing his ass back on Blaise and Charlie's cocks, urging them to go harder as
he continued working his mouth with renewed enthusiasm on the two cocks filling
it, while his hands worked the twins' cocks vigorously.
Blaise and Charlie soon set a alternating rythym, one out while one's in,
hitting his prostate with each thrust, sending Harry into another universe, his
mouth going slack, making Oliver and the other man use him by grabbing his hair
and fucking his mouth as they ventured over eachother, kissing and touching
tentatively.
Fred and George, had no actual problem with Harry's limp state. The twins
simply sat to the side, wanking, as they watched Harry get fucked into a
mindless oblivion. Which was a really fucking hot thing to wank to.
Harry actually thought that he might break from the intense force pushing and
pulling at his body, he was nearly relieved when Oliver came, crying Marcus'
name, which, it turned out, was who was fucking Harry mouth with him.
Marcus came shortly afterwards and the two tumbled off to snog on a different
part of the bed.
Harry could barely move his hands, but he was able to put his hands on
Charlie's shoulders and moan as he was pounded ruthlessly.
Harry was about 2 thrusts from cumming, when something caught his eye. It was
Viktor and Draco, they were sitting on a small couch, watching with avid
interest at Harry getting fucked.
Draco gave Harry a lust-filled, sex-starved glare and that was it for the
saviour of the Wizarding World. He came harder than he ever had before,
spraying his and Charlie's stomachs with his sperm.
His tight anus squeezing around Blaise and Charlie, combined with their cocks
rubbing together was too much, and they came in unison, filling Harry to the
brim with their cum.
Blaise pulled out of Harry and crawled over to his boyfriends, collapsing in
the arms of the twin gingers and instigating a very hot three-way kiss.
Charlie, however, simply got up, cleaned himself off with a simple scourgify,
dressed quickly and apparated away with a quick nod in Draco's direction.
Harry layed there, unable to move, refusing to look at Draco and Viktor, and
attempting to not look at the twins and Blaise as they, as well as Oliver and
Marcus, dressed and apparated away.
About 30 seconds after Oliver and Marcus left, a handsome blond boy appeared
over Harry, smirking down at him.
"Have fun?" he asked, biting his lip nervously, afraid that Harry hadn't
enjoyed their gift.
Harry laughed. "I just got shagged silly, how do you think I am?" he asked,
pulling Draco down next to him, then Viktor on his other side.
When they were silent, he smiled. "I am terribly disappointed because no matter
how truly spectacular that just was,...it'll never compare to when I have you
two in me." He kissed them in turn. "I love you both more than anything else in
the world!"
Draco smirked. "Anything, Harry?" he said, his fingers casually walking up
Harry's chest. "Does that mean you'll do anything for us, because you love us
more than anything?"
"Draco.." Viktor said, shaking his head, half in amusement, half in annoyance.
"Love, he's tired." he said, rubbing Harry's arm.
Harry nodded. "Give me a short nap and then I'm all your's." he said, hugging
the blond to his chest, while Viktor spooned him.
Draco sighed in resignation. "Fine, but when we wake up, I'm shagging you until
you can't stand anymore." he threatened, snuggling into Harry's embrace.
"G'night, Viktor. G'night, Draco."
"Night, Harry."
"Good night, Potter."
Chapter End Notes
     Review please! I love reviews!
***** Texboi525 FINALLLLLLYYY! *****
Chapter Summary
     I'm doing the 1st instead of the 2nd, coz I'm was inspired! Sorry
     about the confusion, but I'm desperate to get done!
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Neville was very self-conscious about his body. He was constantly worrying
about what everyone thought about his chubby face, belly and ass.
However, Ron and Harry found this to be both adorable and sexy, so they made it
a personal achievement for them to convince him of that.
oOo
Neville walked into his dorm room, shutting the door quietly behind him. It was
the day everyone went to Hogsmeade and Neville wasn't going. He stayed behind,
because he didn't really feel like being with a lot of people.
He walked over to his bed and shed his robes, throwing them atop his bed in a
messy heap. He sighed, collapsing next to them, then rolling over onto his
stomach.
He grabbed his herbology book from the nightstand and began flipping through
the pages, his legs bent at the knees and waving behind him.
Neville was so submersed in his book, he didn't even notice as the door opened
and closed silently. Nor did he notice the two boys casually walking across the
room towards his bed.
He didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, until a heavy weight settled on
the back of his thighs.
He squeaked in surprise, looking back over his shoulder to see Ron Weasley had
settled himself atop Neville's legs and was smirking at him with a devious look
in his blue eyes.
Neville's eyes widened a little bit, his face coloring as he wiggled under Ron.
"What are you doing?" he said, doing his best to buck Ron off, however, he only
succeeded in tearing a slight moan from the ginger's lips when he pushed back
against a rather firm object.
"Ron, you're going to scare him off." Harry said, suddenly appearing next to
Neville and Ron, standing near the bed.
"Neville, what Ron has yet to say, deciding to hump you instead, is that we
want to make love to you." Harry said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
"I know it's sudden and we don't even know if you like blokes, but we've wanted
you since we laid eyes on you and this seemed like the perfect opportunity."
Neville's eyes now some-what resembled dinner plates. "M-make lo-" he choked on
the words, flushing to his hairline. "You mean..."
"We want to fuck you." Ron stated simply, his hands resting on Neville's ass
cheeks and massaging the soft mounds. Ron's motions tore Neville two ways. He
was sure that he liked girls, but he couldn't help moaning as the ginger's
abnormally large hands squeezed and caressed his ass. Plus the thought of
getting fucked by the gorgeous boy...
Okay, so maybe Neville was bisexual.
He couldn't believe it himself when he nodded his consent. "O-okay." he
whispered quietly, his breathing shallow, his semi-erection was rubbing against
the sheets and that was most of his arousal, it wasn't just because there was a
bloke sitting on him, saying that he wanted to fuck him.
Harry appeared joyous and made short work of removing his clothes, simply
dropping them on the floor, revealing his pale, soft skin and a very cute,
round little ass, and his small penis.
Neville noted that Harry had a very delectable ass and he would very much like
to spread those fat cheeks and devour that beautiful little hole.
Okay, fine! Neville was as straight as a hoola-hoop! He just did a good job of
hiding it.
He moaned again, this time deliberately bucking his hips back against Ron's
erection.
Ron moved off of Neville, shedding his clothes, making the brown-haired boy
nearly choke when he caught sight of the ginger's dick, his quite-large-for-
his-age dick.
"Holy fuck, Ron." Neville whispered, his eyes widening at the older boy's
movements. "You're huge!"
Ron sent Harry a smug grin. "Told you he'd like it." he said, smirking at both
boys.
Neville, however, wasn't sure if he was excited or scared, but that dick did
something to him.
Neville nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt Harry's hands on the buttons
of his shirt, opening them slowly. "No!" he cried, trying to cover himself, but
it was too late, they had seen his shirtless body.
Neville bit his lip and attempted to pull his legs up to his chest and hide
himself, but Ron caught his legs, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Neville's
collarbone, littering kisses over his chest and down over his belly, his hands
softly rubbing and squeezing his chubby belly as he kissed it.
"So beautiful." Harry murmured, leaning in over Ron and capturing Neville's
lips ina searing kiss. "You're so beautiful." he whispered against the other's
lips, his tongue teased Neville's lips, working it's way inside and tasting
every bit of the other boy it could reach.
Neville was blushing furiously as he tentatively kissed Harry back, his
inexperience was obvious, but his enthusiasm made up for it, when he got brave
enough to be enthusiastic, that is.
He involuntarily bucked his hips up when he felt Ron's hot mouth curling around
his cock through his trousers. He moaned out his approval and gasped when he
felt Ron working his pants open and pulling them off, upsetting the whole
situation, and making Harry end up on Neville's chest, his hard cock resting
mere inches from Neville's face.
Ron knelt between Neville's legs, holding his legs open and teasing the head of
his hard cock with soft licks, the stimulation making Neville's legs feel weak,
chills running over his body and blood rushing from every part of his body and
pooling in his nether regions.
"Oh my g-." Neville moaned and nearly choked when his words were immediately
cut off by Harry's fingers dipping into his mouth. He looked up at the ebony-
haired boy questioningly.
"Suck." Harry said, he sounded almost like he had a cold, his voice was so low
and lust-filled.
Neville readily complied, sucking on Harry's slim fingers, wrapping his tongue
around the digits and playing with them until Harry pulled them away.
Neville could guess what Harry was going to do with them, but it still took his
breath away to see Harry's beautiful face distort in determination as he
reached behind himself and forced two, well-lubricated fingers into his arse,
his expression smoothing as he began wiggling them around and thrusting them in
and out of his tiny hole, smalls pleasured sounds escaping his mouth as he did.
Neville was hard as a rock and he needed to be in that beautiful arse.
Harry seemed to be thinking along the same lines because he, with Ron's help,
managed to get Neville up on his knees and Harry moved to the font of the bed,
his ass in the air as he peeked over his shoulder at Neville, begging him to
fuck him.
Neville wasn't about to deny his friend, he looked at Harry's ass, rubbing his
hands over it and teasing his little hole, shuddering with excitement.
He felt a warm, slick hand on his cock and he realized it was Ron getting him
lubed up for the upcoming performance.
Neville pressed the tip of his cock against Harry's fluttering hole and the
only thing he could think as he pushed in, was "What the hell am I doing?"
Whatever it was, it was apparently good because Harry was moaning and wiggling
under him as he pushed in as far as Harry's ass would take him.
He sat there for a little bit, letting Harry adjust to his size, before
thrusting slightly. His legs going weak at the intense feelings.
He began slowly thrusting, not really sure how to do what he needed to do, but
sure to keep it going because it felt so wonderful!
He nearly stopped when he felt cool hands on his arse, slim, wet fingers worked
their way inside his hole and stretched him out as he thrusted into Harry.
His heart nearly jumped in his throat when he felt the blunt tip of Ron's cock
pushing into him. He tensed and froze as a burning pain erupted in his backside
as he was stretched. It was really bad pain, but it eventually faded away into
blissful pleasure as Ron began thrusting, making Neville thrust with him.
The force of both their bodies slammed into Harry and made him cry out in
pleasure as he fisted the sheets and pushed back against them.
Neville could feel his balls tightening as he climax approached and he tensed,
he was going to pull out, but Ron stopped him. "Don't." he said in Neville's
ear. "Cum in him."
Harry nodded his agreement to this as his as tightened, almost milking the cum
from Neville's cock when he came deep in Harry's ass.
Harry had a slightly longer endurance and Ron pulled out of Neville, letting
him move to the side as he thrust all the way into Harry with one push, obscene
smacking sounds filling the room as he pounded Harry vigorously.
They climaxed at the same time, Harry spilling his cum onto the sheets and Ron
spilling his cum inside Harry.
oOo
After their sex was done, the three lay together on Neville's bed, quietly
kissing and touching.
"Why did you make me cum in Harry?" Neville asked Ron, when the raven-haired
boy fell asleep.
"We're getting Harry pregnant." Ron replied simply, brushing Harry's hair
softly.
"Pregnant?" Neville said, confused. "But he's a boy."
Ron shrugged. "We're magic, we can do anything! Including shagging him again
when we wake up."
Neville laughed quietly. "You think Seamus might want to join us sometime?" he
asked, biting his lip while he thought of the possibilities. "Or Fred and
George?"
Ron rolled his eyes to the ceiling. "Maybe, Neville. But for now let's go to
sleep." He kissed the brown-haired boy on the forehead. "Good night."
Neville smiled to himself, rubbing Harry's arm softly. "Good night, my loves."
Chapter End Notes
     Reviews are so appreciated!
***** Dark and Light *****
Chapter Summary
     Harry and Draco are perfect for each other, at least, until Harry
     finds out he has a second last name. Suddenly, Harry is learning all
     the do's and don't's of being a Pure-Blood. Apparently one of those
     don't's includes doing your half-brother...
     ~Adora
"This is not my idea of fun," Harry grumbled as he flipped through one of the
many books of Pure-Blood etiquette he was expected to study.
"I wouldn't complain much, Po-Malfoy." Draco said, flipping through a muggle
comic book Sirius had given Harry. "Seeing as you've been raised as a Muggle up
until now... well, we can't let you go back to school a complete ignoramus."
"It didn't matter last year."
"We only found out this summer!"
"Which is why I shouldn't have to learn all of this right now! And I seriously
doubt that all of you were clueless until this summer seeing as who my mother
really is..."
"Draco! Harold! Are you two bickering instead of studying?" Narcissa said
softly. The two boys whipped thwir heads around to see the bearuty lokoing at
them with a slightly amused, mostly stern expression. 'Speaking of mothers...'
Harry thought sarcastically as he stared at the woman who had kept her true
identity secret from him for years.
"Sorry Mother," Draco said hurridly, dropping the comic book and grabbing one
on etiquette from one of the many messily stacked piles and started to read.
Narcissa didn't say anything to Draco, but instead stared at her second child-
Harry Potter-Black-Malfoy, whom she had thought had died while she gave birth
to both him and Draco. Not that Harry believed it, and because of that
distrust, he was being as rebellious as ever towards her. Narcissa understood
this, so she gave him a moment of silence, but when it became clear Harry still
wouldn't acknowledge her, choosing instead to stare blankly at the book in his
hands, Narcissa decided it was time her son started to put into practice what
he had been supposedly studying. "Harry Malfoy! Are you ignoring me? I did
speak to you; I require an answer."
Harry's head shot up, eyes wide. "Sorry Naciss-I mean, Mrs. Mal-sorry Mother."
Harry tripped over his words, looking down, not wanting to see the mixed look
of diappointment, gloating, and pride that would be undoubtedly be there. It
always was. Narcissa was a Pure Blood through and through, and she sure proved
it in every moment she lived. But Harry didn't. And Draco did. How could there
be that much of a difference between half-brothers?
Harry was still having trouble with that concept. Half-brother. Twin. Pure
Blood. Black. Malfoy. It was Narcissa, and not Lily, who was his birth mother.
Hames was still his father, but wither way Harry wasn't who he had originally
though. Which made everything else really uncomfortable as he had been
attracted to Draco sincce fourth year. Now it turned out he had been wanting to
shag his twin half-brother for the last two years!
"Keep studying, boys. Supper will be in two hours, and we are expecting guests.
I trust you will not disappoint, Harry?"
"No, Nar-Mother," Harry stuttered, suddenly terrified. he was not looking
forward to making a fool out of himself in front of a bunch of powerful witches
and wizards.
"Very good. Be down in one hour; that is when the guests will arrive. And
remember-tonight we are dressing to impress the very best!" With that, Narcissa
left, closing the door behind her.
Harry put down his book with a thud. "I'm done with this-all of this! The
dressing up, the important people, the etiquette! Can't we just do something
improper for once?"
Draco looked at the dark-haired, green-eyed beauty. Fate had never like him,
and now it pulled the cruelest joke there ever was on him. He had fallen in
love with Potter, and now it turned out he was a fricking twin half-brother to
the guy! Being gay in the wizard community meant literally nothing, but incest
was looked down on greatly. But...Harry wanted to do something "improper."
Draco didn't care if this was what he meant (because he was 100% sure he hadn't
meant it like that) but he wanted Harry. And what Draco wanted, he got. He was
a Malfoy, after all.
"Something improper," he murmured, and suddenly his lips were on Harry's,
tasting fine wine. Draco didn't try to further the kiss; he left his mouth
closed and his hands to himself. He wanted Harry to be comfortable with this;
maybe he felt the same as other wizards about incest. Of course, the Malfoys
and other Pure-Blooded families practiced that often-even the Potters were
guilty of it. But none of that would matter if Po-Harry turned Draco away.
After a moment of holding that unresponsive kiss, Draco backed away and
scrutinized Harry's reaction. His heart fell, though he was not exactly
surprised, when his eyes met wide, round, shocked green ones. "I apologize
Harold," Draco said stiffly. "That was highly inappropriate. I should not have
acted thus." He stuck out his hand, hoping Harry would shake it, signaling his
acceptance of the apology.
*
Harry stared at Draco, utterly shell-shocked, his mind still reeling from the
surprise kiss from his secret love. He was elated, floating on Cloud Nine, when
all of a sudden his grey-eyed beauty apologizedfor the kiss. Harry was suddenly
crashing back to earth. Devastated. He wasn't left to grieve long however as
Draco silently ask for forgiveness. Harry reached out, and Draco stiffened, as
if he were disappointed or reluctant to shake his hand. But take it he did. Not
that he was expecting Harry's next action; a kiss. "Oi Potter!" He yelled,
forgetting to call him "Malfoy."
"Didn't you want that?" Harry asked with a smirk.
"Shove off Harry," Draco muttered against the other's mouth.
"I guess that means you'll have to shove on." Harry answered cheekily when they
drew apart for some much-needed breath.
"With pleasure," Draco smashed his lips against Harry's one more time, this
time his tongue seeking permission to enter the other's mouth. Pleased when his
request was readily complied to. Draco hungrily devoured Harry's mouth, tasting
the wine and different cheeses from tea with the LeStranges. Draco brought his
fingers up to Harry's face and briefly caressed it before carding his hands
through the soft, messy black hair. In response, Harry moved his hands
downwards, reaching under Draco's shirt. The blonde young man moaned in
appreciation when Harry's fingers accidently grazed his nipples, and it took
Harry all his control not to tease the rosy pink nubs a little more. 'Wait to
take the shirt off, P-Malfoy," he thought. 'But fuck...what a beautiful sound!'
his thoughts continued when Draco graned into their seemingly-never-ending kiss
when the two boys pressed against each other to be even closer and their
erections ground against the other.
Reluctant as he was to break this oh-so-delicious of kisses, Harry pulled away
so he could slip the tight grey shirt that perfectly flattered not only Draco's
lithe body, but also his gorgeous eyes, over the Slytherin's head. He dragged
his hands down the pale chest and stomach so slowly it was excruciating.
Tenderly touching every piece of skin he could, Harry stroked and caressed;
nipped and licked and kissed his way to the edge where he knew Draco truly
wanted him to put his mouth.
Of course, Harry wasn't complaining either.
When Harry didn't move any further downward, Draco tried to reach down and undo
his pants, but Harry stopped him, flipping them over so Draco was above him.
"Can't be impatient Malfoy," he smirked. "Haven't you heard-'All good things to
those who wait.'"
Before Draco could respond, Harry made him swallow his stillborn retort by
finally doing what Draco wanted him to do. Of course, Harry wanted this too. He
was just a little hesitant about all this; for the last six years the two boys
had hated each other like cat and dog. Now they were twins, and now Draco
wanted Harry? It was mind-boggling; all this change. And for all the change,
what would happen after this? Would Draco just see this as a casual, one-time
thing? Because for Harry, this was so much more, And he didn't want things to
return to the way they were. Call him greedy, but he didn't want this just
once.
*
"Stop." That one word, albeit spoken lustfully, froze Draco's heart. Stop? But
everything had been going so perfectly! Harry had a sinfully talented tongue,
and it had taken all Draco had not to spill in the black-haired boy's mouth.
But Harry hadn't been the only one giving. There were some marks on Harry's
nexk and chest that wer already turning into beautiful bruise-reminders of this
glorious time together.
And now Harry wanted to stop?!
"Very SLytherin of you, Malfoy," he sneered, spitting out his own last name as
if it were poison.
"What?!"
"You could have told me you didn't want this before you started sucking my
cock. You didn't have to do this, but no. You had to become spiteful and break
my heart. I get we have differences, and that the entire universe believes us
to hate each other, but I never thought it was true that you really did, never
wanted to believe..." Draco stopped his reampage, watching tears form in
beautiful, emerald-green eyes. The sight tore Draco's heart from his chest. "Oh
luv," he whispered, reaching out and gathering Harry to his chest. "Oh Harry,
I'm so sorry. So, so, so sorry. I thought-well, nevermind that. It's all so
obvious now.
"And you should know; if you agree to this, well, I don't do casual one-time
flings."
"Why do you think I said to stop? You didn't really think I wasn't enjoying
myself?" Draco chuckled drakly, seeing Harry's bewildered and indignant
expression. Harry'd been concerned about the same thing and Draco had taken it
negatively. And almost cocked it up.
"Not now, luv. And don't worry. I won't let anything mess this-us-up." Not even
themselves.
Smiling, Harry pulled Draco's head down. "Neither will I," he whispered, the
two young lovers finally moving beyond kisses, dissolving each other into
puddles of pure bliss.
~~~
I don't really know, but somehow they made it downstairs in time for the party.
But don't worry, they took their time with each other when everyone had finally
gone home.
***** Sevemus+Harry *****
Chapter Summary
     This contains severe underage! Like 13 year old underage!
     Be warned.
Harry was never very sure about his feelings on bi-sexuality.
Of course it was here and there, jumping out at him every now and again. Such
as finding Seamus and Dean snogging in a hidden alcove. That particular
encounter was more humiliating than arousing because, in his hurry to escape
their embarassed/lust-glazed looks, he ended up running into the wall and
bloodying his nose.
However, when he happened upon Cedric Diggory in a different alcove (damn, them
spots are popular for sexual situations) taking care of a little, well,
actually a fairly large problem of his, Harry had to force his mouth to close,
quietly escape and not drop to his knees in front of the Hufflepuff like his
body desired.
He without a doubt liked blokes, he just didn't know if he LIKED the facts that
he liked blokes. Not that it really mattered for him. He was only 13. And
though most of the other boys were getting very sexually active, Harry truly
had no desire to shag or be shagged by anybody.
Until one fateful night...
It was very late, well past curfew, and Harry was still out and about, with his
invisibility cloak, of course.
He didn't know why, but he felt a strong pull, leading him somewhere. He
honestly didn't know why he was following it, but he somehow ended up outside
the D.A.D.A classroom.
His heart gave a small jump as he silently pushed the door open to reveal a
sight he thought he would never see.
Snape. Severus Snape. Harry's greasy, angry, sarcastic, modest potions teacher
was sitting on the edge of Professor Lupin's desk, his eyes were closed, lashes
lying against pale skin, his arms were behind him, bracing his body up, and his
hair was sticking to his face and sticking up at odd angles on his skull. And
he was gloriously, sinfully naked.
Harry's mouth dropped open in shock. If his little cock didn't react to seeing
his potions teacher in such a position, then it must have been seeing his other
teacher, Professor Lupin, kneeling between Severus' legs and, from the looks of
it, deep-throating his erection.
"Sweet Merlin." Harry whispered, not even paying attention to his own bodily
reactions as he walked forward slowly, his body urging him to get closer,
though he didn't realize it.
Severus' eyes were open just-slightly and his pupils were dialated to the point
of nearly completely over-taking his irises. His swollen, bruised lips were
parted and his breath was coming in short puffs as his slim hips bucked up into
Remus' mouth, making the other gag and Harry jump back in surprise.
Harry's throat went dry when Remus stood up and captured Severus' mouth with
his, their lips and tongues moving together, loud smacking sounds filling the
room as they kissed and ground their naked erections against eachother.
Harry's eyes were wide as they could go and his every nerve in his body was on
edge as he watched Remus grab Severus' thick, swollen cock and stroke him
quickly, continuing the motions until Severus' body tensed and a thick, creamy
substance spurted from his cock in four long streams,
Harry felt his heart stop when two pairs of heavy eyes flashed to him. That was
when he realized he had gotten so close to the pair, that a bit of Severus' cum
had landed on his cloak, and now looked like it was hovering in mid-air.
He squeaked in surprise and tried to run away when Remus pulled his cloak away,
but the lean man grabbed him up and sat him directly on Severus' lap, the
other's arms wrapping around his torso to keep him in place.
Harry shivered in arousal, embarassment and fright when Remus stood in front of
him, his eyes looking down at him, his very erect cock jutting up from a patch
of sandy-coloured hair, and looking very delicious as well.
Harry squirmed uncomfortably when he felt a semi-hard object poking into his
backside and his own erection straining against his trousers.
"Harry, why are you here?" Remus asked quietly, his voice was even and low.
"I- I just felt a pull..." he whispered, his ears on fire and his eyes refusing
to pull themselves away from Remus' glorious manhood. Not that Harry minded
that much anymore, he was literally sitting on Snape's cock, so you couldn't
get too much gay-er than that.
"Remus, he is too young." Severus' voice whispered by Harry's ear, the sultry
tones making Harry moan in desire. "Even if he is,...we could...damage him."
Severus sounded less and less stern as his sentence dragged out and he buried
his nose in the crook of Harry's neck, breathing in the smaller male's scent.
"Mine..." Severus growled huskily, holding Harry posessively around his waist.
"Love, calm down.." Remus said, leaning over Harry and easing him away from
Severus. "He's got his own problem to take care of." the sandy-haired man
carefully maneuvered Harry out of Severus' grasp, though not releasing him from
his own.
"It's unusual for a mate to be aged so far from it's companions." he said,
gently petting Harry's hair, only releasing him when Harry pulled away and
looked at them.
"What are you two talking about?" Harry asked, trying his gosh-darndest to not
stare at their beautiful bodies, but failing miserably, as his sparkling green
eyes seemed transfixed on them. Switching from one body to the other, trying to
devour them with his mind and imprint them forever in his brain.
The two older men seemed to be having a conversation with their eyes. Harry
took this time of their silence to let his eyes rove over their bodies, first
admiring Severus' lean, but muscular chest and torso, and wondering why in hell
he hid that under those baggy robes. His naughty little eyes wandered from
Severus body and over Remus' firm thighs and his tight, round butt. Oh sweet
Merlin, Harry wanted to touch that butt!
Harry cheeks flamed red when he look up and noticed that both Remus and Severus
were smirking at him. Having been caught red-handed oggling his teachers ass,
Harry temporarily forgot why he was even caring, he just wanted to melt into
the floor. And then there was the fact that his erection refused to subside, he
had a tent in his pants and it was getting rather uncomfortable, making him
wiggle on the spot.
"Look, Remus." Severus said, a note of teasing in his voice. "Our little mate
is going to dance for us." he appeared to be amused on the outside, but his
eyes gave away the many things he wished to do to the young boy.
Harry shivered as if a glass of cold water had been splashed on him.
"Mate?" his voice was almost disbelieving as he fully grasped what Severus had
said. He looked back and forth betwixt them, waiting for one of them to correct
his assumtion, but when they didn't...his heart literally froze. "Mate?" he
whispered again, his breathing becoming heavier and his vision flitting in and
out of focus as he crashed to the ground on all fours, his vision becoming
blurry, though he didn't know if it was dizziness or the source of the wetness
on his cheeks.
"Harry, are you all right?" Remus asked, kneeling next to him and holding him
up, looking into his eyes. "We didn't mean to upset you, my love." he said
quietly, though his eyes betrayed his hurt.
"Upset me?" Harry confused whisper made both Severus and Remus look at him with
confused expressions on their faces.
"I've never actually had anyone to love me since my parents died..." Harry
said, wiping away his tears with the sleeve of his robe. "I never even dreamed
that I would have a love as stable as truly having a mate, and definetly not
two!" he looked at them with a bright smile. "I'm happy."
oOo
A small smile crept onto Harry's lips as he remembered that night six years
ago, when he had bonded with his mates for the first time, the second time had
been in the next morning before classes, then the next few was the following
night. Harry chuckled, remembering how even him being a mere 13-year-old hadn't
stopped any of the three from shagging day, night and any moment in between
that they could spare. Harry couldn't even count how many times they had
shagged in the last six years.
It was an addicting feeling, to be filled by his mates, preferably at the same
time. Harry never had any desire to top either of his mates, he was a sub to
the core.
Remus, however, sometimes, mainly at the full moon, loved to have Severus take
him, or vice versa, making the whole thing a lot easier to bear.
Harry's little remembering was brought to a halt when he felt a cool hand on
his thigh, softly rubbing the outer skin, slowly working it's way to the
inside, chilling all of his upper leg.
"Severus, you truly are evil." Harry whimpered, snuggling closer to Remus,
though the movement was fairly restricted due to his rounded belly.
Severus' deep, but restrained laughter made Harry tense and sigh, gooseflesh
rising on his supple skin. "Why must you tease me?" Harry whined when Severus'
fingers moved a little higher to gently rubbing his balls and the base of his
slowly-hardening cock. "Because, My love.." Severus said, kissing the back of
Harry's neck softly, whilst his hand decided to wander around and rub smooth
circles on Harry's butt. "You look so completely delicious, I cannot resist
you." he purred deeply, carefully aligning his teeth up with the crescent mark
on Harry's neck and gently biting down again, both parties moaning when they
felt their bond tug at them. Harry nodded, rolling over onto his other side,
now facing his other husband. "And I suppose I have no say in this what-so-
ever?" he teased, casually brushing stray bits of Severus' hair away from his
face, letting his fingers linger slightly longer than necessary as he tucked
the silken strands behind the onyx-eyed male's ear. Severus smirked and shook
his head. "None at all." he said huskily, his eyes shining with
love and lust.
"I hope you don't plan to start anything without me." Remus' sleepy voice said,
in between a yawn and wiggling as the werewolf stretched and rolled over to
face them. "Cause I'll have to disagree with that."
Harry smiled, attempting to look at him, but couldn't, seeing as how Severus
suddenly pulled him forward, crashing their mouths together in a bruising kiss,
immediately slipping his tongue into Harry's mouth, playing about his oral
cavity and teasing his own tongue to join in the play, which it readily did.
Harry could feel Remus' hands on his ass and Severus hands on his cock and he
was slowly being reduced to a puddle of sexual satisfaction.
Until they pulled away from him, that is.
Harry cried out in distress as his mates pulled away from him, Severus, lying
on his back and smirking over at Harry, whilst Remus scampered his naked ass
over to the dresser and came back with a small bottle of lube.
"When was the last time we took you together, Harry?" Remus asked, slowly
stroking his cock to full hardness as Severus did the same to himself.
"I....uh....too long....I think..." was Harry's weak reply as he watched his
mates coat their hard, thick cocks with lube, those cocks that had filled him
up countless times, those cocks that had given him the child he now carried.
Severus started laughing in that way that made Harry want to shag him into the
sunset. "It was three days ago." Severus said, rolling his eyes in exasperated
amusement as Harry bounced up and down on his knees, carefully cradling his
small, domed belly.
Harry nodded. "See! Too long, please take me now." he whispered, crawling onto
Severus' lap, whimpering when Remus refused to let him lower himself onto
Severus' cock while facing the dark-haired man.
Remus made Harry turn around to face him, then, holding Harry's hips to balance
him, carefully helped him lower himself onto Severus' waiting erection. "We
have a child to think about, Harry." Remus said, half-heartedly reminding the
19-year-old boy as he grabbed Harry's legs, holding them up and wrapping them
around his waist, pushing into Harry alongside Severus, his cock stretching
Harry out to his limit, all three men moaning in unison from the feelings.
Severus began thrusting first, holding Harry against his chest and thrusting
upwards into him, alternating thrusts with Remus, the feelings literally
driving him up the wall as he fucked caution and thrust as hard as his body
would let him, feeling Remus do the same, Harry's body was so accepting to
them, it made it hard to not want to just throw him on his knees and fuck him
until the sun went down.
Harry grasped at Remus' arms as he tried to push himself down to meet their
thrusts, his mouth hanging open and his eyelids closing as the incredible
feelings over-washed him, again and again, Harry's cock was leaking pre-cum
onto his chest and he could guess Remus was close when he adjusted his angle
and began brutalizing Harry's prostate with each thrust, each powerful snap of
his hips driving him deeper and deeper into his young mate.
Severus, too, adjusted his angle and helped Remus to drive Harry to the edge of
pleasure and beyond.
Harry screamed at the top of his lungs as he reached his release, cumming
fiercely, coating his chest and stomach in his sticky semen.
Severus followed shortly there-after, stiffening under Harry as he came along
with Remus, the two filling Harry to the brim with their seed.
After a few whispered spells to clean them off, the three cuddled together in
their large bed, relaxing after a glorious round of sex.
Harry sighed when he felt Severus' hand on his thigh again. He looked over into
the devious face of his beautiful husband and sighed heavily. He planted a soft
kiss on Severus' lips. "You are impossible." he teased, rolling back over and
falling asleep.
***** Hermione/Viktor *****
It had been nerve-wracking for one Hermione Granger, to be near the center of
attention in such a way as she was when she walked into the great hall, arm-in-
arm, with the handsome quidditch player that was Viktor Krum.
Sure, she was around Harry all the time, but being in the shadow of the
spotlight was very much different from actually being included in it.
She couldn't help smiling as she walked alongside the handsome 18-year-old who
had invited her to the Yule ball. Her arm threaded through his, his comforting
presence surrounding her and the way he continually called her "Hermy-own",
endeared the foreign man to her all the more.
However, as we all know, Hermione couldn't stand hearing her name so thoroughly
butchered, adorable accent or no, and she eventually had to just point-blank
tell him "It's Hermione. Her-my-oh-nee", sadly, the best she got from that
point on was "Herm-own-ninny.", but she decided to just go with it, after all,
anything sounded cute when it came from the mouth of one sinfully gorgeous
Viktor Krum.
And that mouth in itself was sinfully gorgeous, Hermione now understood why
there were so many fans of the Bulgarian quidditch team... Viktor Krum was
absolutely stunning! And he had some kick-ass quidditch skills, too, but that's
beside the point, besides, they paled in comparison to his physical
attractiveness.
Hermione would never admit to have been damn near drooling over her date,
especially not to afore-mentioned date, but when he looked her in the eyes and
asked what she was so completely submersed in thought about, she blurted out
the single most embarassing thing she would ever say.
"Your broom."
Hermione didn't really even get what she had said, she was too busy watching
Viktor Krum's heavy eyebrows almost disappearing into his hairline and a amused
smirk to place itself on his lip, which btw, was very sexy!
But when Hermione did grasp the meaning that Viktor had gotten from her words,
her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates and something between a laugh and
a sob escaped her lips as her face flooded with colour.
"I- I meant quidditch." she choked, thanking god on high that no one else
seemed to have heard her horrible mess-up.
Viktor's smirk widened and his eyes sparkled with something Hermione couldn't
recognise, but whatever it was made her pulse race and her heart pount like a
herd of Centaurs were stampeding about her chest.
"You like Quidditch?" he questioned, obviously deciding to do the merciful
thing and avoid mentioning her slip-up.
Hermione shrugged a little, not entirely sure how to answer. "I'm not exactly
fascinated with it, but it's fun to watch when someone I like is playing." she
said, in between scanning the room for Harry, and nodding at Viktor when he
motioned from her to the dance floor in a silent invitation.
"So..." Viktor said as he put one hand gently on Hermione's waist, clasping the
other around her small delicate hand, and whirling her off in a slow dance.
"You are not big fan of Qvidditch?" he asked, that smirk once again on his
lips, telling the Gryffindor that she was in trouble.
"No?" she replied lamely, her mouth feeling strangely dry. She was becoming
hyper-aware of his body pressed snugly against her's as they danced,...he felt
so firm and muscular..
Hermione nearly choked when Viktor leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Do
you like riding brooms, Herm-own-ninny?", the bold whisper made Hermione's
entire face go red, and the addition of her name sent excited thrills through
her body.
She bit her lower lip and forced herself to meet his eyes. "I have only done it
once." she said quietly. "Honestly, it was terrifying and I have not mounted a
broom since." she averted her eyes from his and nearly gasped when she saw Ron
and Harry with the Patil sisters, they were sitting a fair ways away.
She knew she had originally hoped that Ron would invite her to the Yule ball,
but now, seeing the date she ended up with,...she wasn't unhappy at all.
Hermione's whole body almost froze when she felt Viktor's hot breath teasing
her ear as he pulled her closer. "I'd bet I can change that." he whispered
quietly, his voice thundering in her ears, the implications in his voice making
her shiver.
She raised her eyebrows at him, enjoying the border-lining inappropriate
banter. "And how would you do that?" she willed her voice not to shake with
nervousness and mar her whispered words.
He pulled back away from her, a dark smile on his lips. "Meet me on the
Qvidditch pitch at midnight and I vill happily...educate you." he almost purred
the words, clearly enjoying teasing her.
She hesitsted for about two seconds, before replying. "Very well." she said,
inwardly laughing at Viktor's shell-shocled expression. "I will meet you
there." her tone was firm, stating that he better show up or she might just hex
him.
Viktor nodded, the smirk returning to his lips. "Fery vell, Herm-own-ninny." he
said, winking at her. "I cannot vait."
oOo
It was 15 minutes before midnight when Hermione escaped the crushing silence of
Hogwarts' walls and headed out to the quidditch pitch. She was still fuming
from her fight with Ron, though the sting was dulled as her excitement mounted
with every step she took towards the pitch.
By the time she got there her heart was racing and she was breathing heavily,
her breath making puffy clouds in the cool night air. She looked around, but
couldn't see the handsome Bulgarian anywhere, and for a second she thought he
hadn't meant to meet her at all.
"Hello, Herm-own-ninny."
Hermione whirled around, very startled by the voice, but more so by the fact
that she couldn't see the owner of said voice. "Viktor?" shesaid, glancing
around warily. "Where are you?" her eyes flashed around, searching for, but
never finding, the handsome man.
"Up here, Herm-own-ninny."
Hermione gasped in surprise and looked up, her face floodding with colour when
she was met with the amused gaze of Viktor Krum. It took her a little bit to
tear her gaze away from his entrancing eyes and realize that he was hanging
upside-down from his broom, his knees locked around it, keeping him from
falling on his head.
"What in Merlin's name are you doing, Viktor?!" she demanded, supressing the
urge to giggle as he uprighted himself and floated down next to her.
"I said I vould teach you to enjoy riding brooms." he said, holding his hand
out to her, palm open and waiting. "The qvestion is....do you trust me?" his
words both asked a question...and issued a challenge. A challenge that Hermione
readily accepted.
She grasped his hand, temporarily reveling in it's strength and warmth as she
straddled the broom behind him.
She enjoyed the position, because she couldn't help wrapping her arms tightly
around his waist and hugging herself to his back, which, by the way he smirked
back at her, appeared to be just what he wanted.
She gasped as he kicked off, propelling them into the air, though the sound was
lost in the night air. Her hands instinctively clenched tighter around him and
she just COULD NOT stop herself from subtly pressing the heel of her palm
firmly against his abdominal muscles and making a quick circular motion,
shivers shooting up and down her arm when she felt the hard muscle and the
warmth eminating from him, thawing her, already nearly numb, hands.
She was obsessed. Just as much as all of the girls who had been death glaring
at her when Viktor had asked her to the ball. She admitted it. She was
completely and thoroughly obsessed with Viktor Krum. And he was taking her for
a ride on his broom.
Merlin, that would be a story to tell.
I rode Viktor Krum's broom.
She could almost see Pansy Parkinson's mouth dropping open in shock.
"Enjoying the ride, Herm-own-ninny?" Viktor's voice alerted her back to the
fact that they were several hundred feet in the air. "V-Viktor!" she squeaked,
not at all ashamed when her thighs squeezed against his, and she buried her
face in his back, breathing heavily onto the dip between his shoulder blades.
"I-it's so high." she whimpered, hating that she sounded like a scared little
girl.
"It is not that high." he said, the tone in his voice implying that he was
enjoying her fear. "Ve could go higher?"
"NO!" Hermione shrieked, shaking her head vigorously, her body starting to
shiver, her fingers burning from the cold. "I-I like riding brooms now, let's
go back down." she whimpered, biting her lip in embarassment when she felt him
chuckling as he tipped the broom downwards, bringing them back down to earth,
almost literally,...seeing as the final destination was actual the ship he
arrived on.
"You are azolutey freezing." he said, helping her dismount and doing so after
her. He pulled the light fur off of his shoulders and tucked it around her's,
and smiled at her.
"Since my mizzion is complete, may I offer you a vorming befferage bevore you
leaff?" he asked, making, what seemed like an attempt at a charming grin.
Hermione smiled and nodded, her entire body already warming from the fur, and
the body heat it already carried, but she wasn't about to let go a chance to be
alone with him in such an intimate situation...no, she just wanted to see the
interior of the ship, she convinced herself, refusing to admit that she was
excited to be with Krum.
"Come vith me." Viktor said, holding her hand and leading her through a door
and immediately down a set of steep stairs into the body of the creaky vessel.
As they entered it, Hermione noticed that it was not nearly so small as it
would seem, though she had not much time to inspect it as Viktor lead her to
yet another door and ushered her inside.
Hermione looked around the small, yet comfy room, plastered with pictures of
the Bulgarian quidditch team and of Viktor Krum.
"Is this your room?" she asked slightly in awe and slightly in excitedment. She
was in VIKTOR KRUM's bedroom for Merlin's sake! What girl in her right mind
WOULDN'T get excited?
Viktor grimaced when he saw her looking at the many versions of himself staring
glumly at them from the walls. "In my devense." he said, scratching the back if
his head. "I vas not the interior decorater." he said, chuckling nervously,
shifting from foot to foot, looking very uneasy. "It vas a couple of my peers,
they found it funny to stick them all ofer my valls vith temporary-sticking
charms." he flushed bright red. "Sadly, I cannot get them down." he sighed,
seeming to forget what they had come in for, until Hermione sneezed.
He suddenly was in-action, transfiguring the small cot into a larger, more
comfortable bed and instructing her to sit on it while he got her drink.
Hermione hesitantly settled herself onto the comfy bed, her mind filling with
indecent thoughts as she watched Viktor walk out, leaving her on the bed, very
warm, happy and very excited, nervous and apprehensive of what might be coming.
A few minutes later the door opened and closed again, letting in Viktor, who
was now holding two glasses of a frothy-looking amber liquid.
Hermione worked hard not to gape at him as he put the glasses on a stand and
removed his robes, hanging them on a nearby stand, removing his boots and
gloves as well, making Hermione's eyes widen a little as she watched the
muscles of his back flex and stretch as he bent to remove his boots. And that
arse....sweet Merlin's underpants, that was a fine arse, so taut and smooth,
damn that'd look so much better without those damned trous- Wait. 'Stop it!
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!' Hermione mentally scolded herself as she forced
herself to look away as he finished.
"Herm-own-ninny? I haff your drink." Hermione looked up and nearly fainted
dead-away. The top few buttons of Viktor's shirt were unbuttoned and the
material was pulled open, exposing gorgeous skin and a few dark curls of chest
hair that peeked stubbornly out of the crease, as if to tease Hermione.
"Thank you." she squeaked, taking the glass, though nearly dropping it when
their fingers brushed and sparks shot up her arm again, leaving a tingling
trail in their wake.
She took a long sip of the amber-liquid and was pleasantly surprised when it
was sweet and had a slightly nutty flavor to it, the warmth of it spread clear
to her toes and effectively calmed her nerves. Her breathing, that she hadn't
even noticed speeding up, began to calm, and her heart rate as well. She took
another drink from the glass and looked over at Viktor, her eyes nearly popping
out of her head when she did.
Viktor was sitting next to her, glancing over at her, glass in hand, with a
white mustache, made of the creamy substance on the top of her drink.
"Y-y-you have a mustache." Hermione said,trying and failing to choke down her
laughter as she watched him flush and hastily wipe it away, gathering the cream
on his pointer finger.
Hermione was so busy laughing that she didn't have time to keep her eyes on
Viktor, so she was NOT expecting it when his finger was suddenly in her mouth,
spreading the creamy substance on her tongue.
Both persons were so shocked by his actions, that neither moved for about a
minute, the only sounds being their short, halted breathing as they stared into
each-other's eyes. Viktor was hovering slightly over Hermione, who was leaning
against the headboard, staring up at him, unknown emotions in both of their
eyes.
The first movement made was Hermione, obviously coming to her senses first, she
closed her mouth tentativly around his finger and let her tongue carefully
clean the creamy substance off of his pointer finger, her soft pink oral muscle
swirling around the length of his finger and she sucked, fucking hell, she
SUCKED on his finger.
This was either a dream come true for her, or it was hell about to break loose,
not that sucking on his finger was a dream of Hermione's, but there were other
noteable body parts that she wouldn't mind getting her lips around.
The first sign of Viktor returning to his senses, was a catch in his breath and
after a few more seconds of licking and sucking at his fingers, a choppy moan,
his eyes closing, thick lashes settling against his cheek, contrasting greatly
against his pale skin.
Hermione never knew that it could be so stimulating to simply suck on one's
fingers and see them reacting to it, but her vagina was very, very affected by
his reactions, she knew without touching it, that her inner walls were slick
and tingling, because she could feel the moisture wetting the soft cotton of
her panties.
"Fucking hell, Herm-own-ninny." Viktor whispered, his nostrils flaring
slightly. "You musn't tease me in such a vay." he drug the last work out in a
throaty moan as he grudgingly removed his finger from her mouth. "It is not
repectable for a young girl of your age to be alone vith a man of my age." he
said, sitting back. "Please forgiff me for compromising your honor for my
selfish vant to be vith you for a few more moments." he said, hastily getting
up off the bed.
"Viktor, wait!" Hermione said, refusing to get up, fearing that her legs might
not hold her after that electrifying experience. "There's nothing wrong with my
being here." she said firmly. "I came of my own accord, and we are doing
nothing wrong!"
Viktor sent her an unbelieving stare. "That is vat you call 'nothing wrong'?"
he said, his voice was slightly deeper than usual and his pupils were enlarged,
Hermione's eyes dropped from his gaze, and that was when she noticed the slight
bulge in his trousers, the sight made her entire face flame up with red, though
she could not seem to tear her eyes away from the strangely fascinating sight.
"I'm not saying that's not where it was headed." she said quietly. "But I'm
also not going to say that that's not where I wanted it to go." she looked at
her hands after that, unable to actually believe that she just told Viktor Krum
that she wanted to get sexual with him, though there was some pretty hard
evidence (pardon the pun) that he wasn't exactly opposed to the idea either.
"You are too young, Herm-own-ninny." was his shallow reply as he sat back down,
hiding his semi-erection from her.
Hermione grunted in indignation and turned to face him. "Why don't you let me
be the judge of that?" she demanded, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look
at her. "I am not a child anymore, Viktor." she said, her tone border-lining
angry and pleading. "I can make my own decisions." she sighed, though she
refused to break his stare as her other hand rested lightly on his thigh. "This
is something I want,...but only if you do." she hastily added, dropping her
hands and losing her bravado as she flushed and looked away, biting her lip
softly.
A few agonizing minutes of silence had Hermione's hopes up, because silence
meant he was considering her words, or it could mean he had silently died of a
heart attack from shock.
So it could be really good or really bad.
After a few more moments of silence, Hermione felt a hand place itself firmly
on her shoulder, another gently grasped her chin and turned her head in his
direction, much the same way she just had to him. It was a mere breath and his
lips were on her's.
Hermione couldn't help feeling an over-whelming sense if relief wash over her
as her hands landed hesitantly on his shoulders and she kissed him back, lips
pressed firmly together as she pressed her's back against his, feeling his much
firmer ones molding hers into them.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, simply feeling eachother's lips on
their own, until Hermione felt a soft tentative lick at her lower lip and she
immediately opened her mouth, feeling Viktor angle her head slightly and slot
her lips against his, the heat of his mouth entering her's, his tongue gently
licking at the inner side of her lower lip, temporarily capturing it in his
lips as she did the same to his top, nearly giggling when she felt his five-o-
clock shadow stubble tickling the base of her upper lip, though the urge was
quickly forgotten when his tongue slipped into her mouth for a mere second,
sliding along her's, then retreating back to it's own mouth. Hermione, however,
refused to let Viktor tease her like that again, so when he once again pushed
the firm muscle past her parted lips, she quickly snapped them shut, locking
his tongue between her lips as she gently sucked on it, her hands, by that
point, moving to keep a more firm grip on his neck, just below his jawline, the
tips of her fingers teasing the lobes of his ears.
Viktor's eyes fluttered closed and he moaned quietly as he reclaimed control
over his tongue and reclaimed her mouth in the process. He was barely aware of
himself shifting their positions to where Hermione was lying on his bed,
propped against the headboard, and he was on his hands and knees, hovering over
her as they kissed.
"Viktor...please." Hermione's gasped words would have made no sense at all to
the lust-dazed Bulgarian, had it not been for her insistent tugging at the hem
of his shirt. He soon got the message and unbuttoned the sky-blue cotton shirt
the rest of the way, pulling it off of his body like shedding a skin, and left
himself bare from the waist up for her admiration.
And admire, she did! Her mouth was dry and her eyes were dark and lust-glazed
as she stared at his body, her hands gently reaching up to feel it, her
fingertips rubbed over his nipples softly, watching with fascination as he
reacted to the careful treatment. His body, that was already covered in a thin
sheen of sweat, was shaking slightly, his eyes were closed and his lips were
parted slightly, his chest moving heavily up and down as he breathed.
Hermione was stunned that she could make someone feel like that, he seemed like
he was coming undone in her arms, there was something familiar about thenway he
reacted to the gentle touches, as if he had never experienced this befo-
"Are you a virgin?" the question came so suddenly from Hermione's lips, she had
no time to restrain it.
From Krum's eyes suddenly flashing open and him staring down at her open-
mouthed, she guessed her assumption was correct.
"How did you know?" he whispered, his voice still husky and low, though it was
more mellow and tame than before.
Hermione sighed, running her hand up the center of his chest, touching him
gently, slightly scratching the skin and smiling slightly when he released a
shaky sigh. "They way you react to my touches." she answered. "You've never had
anyone touch you like this before, have you?" she asked, her feelings rising at
the possibilities opened up by him being a virgin as well.
He avoided her gaze and shook his head slightly. "No." came his miserable
whisper, the sound made Hermione's heart jerk and she gently cupped his chin,
lifting his face to look at her as she leaned up, moving their positions to
where they were both on their knees, and then she kissed him.
"Let's learn together." she whispered, moving her lips from his mouth and
kissing a trail along his jawline, giggling as the rough stubble left a
pleasant tingle on her sensitive lips. She kissed down his neck and under his
chin, simply acting on instinct as she placed her full, pouty lips around his
beating pulse point and sucked, repeating the motion when it dragged a series
of gasps and moans out of the gorgeous boy's sinful mouth.
"Herm-own-ninny.." the sound of her name escaping his lips, no matter how
butchered, was like the most beautiful music, the melody playing over in her
mind again and again as she let her mouth wander over his neck, sucking,
kissing and occasionally biting, until she had found his sweet spot, which
happened to be about one inch below his earlobe. She gently kissed the spot,
before sucking softly, not even really caring that she had left a rather
alarming amount of bruises on her path to finding his sweet spot.
Hermione was submersing herself in getting very intimately aquainted with the
handsome man's ear when she felt him pulling her away and pushing her back to
her position lying on the bed.
"If ve're learning this together..." he said, letting his hand rest on the
clasps of her robes. "Then you cannot be doing all of the vork." his finger
toyed with the clasps, while his eyes silently asked her for permission to
remove them.
Hermione took a shaky breath and nodded, letting her body relax as her eyes
closed and she let him work open her robes.
She could feel his hands fumbling with the small hooks, but he soon managed
them all and parted her robes almost reverently, his eyes taking in her body,
wrapped up in her muggle jeans and t-shirt she had worn, the scrutiny making
her squirm slightly, until his hand landed on her thigh.
"Don't move." came his throaty whisper, and she couldn't help but to obey him,
it was almost instinctive, the power he had over her was incredible. She gasped
and her body tensed when she felt his hands peeling back the front of her t-
shirt, exposing a few inches of her bare tummy, her skin was soft and pale, and
from Viktor's expression, very edible.
Hermione's next gasp made her last seem a mere whisper, this reaction caused by
Viktor leaning down and placing a kiss on her navel, which, surprisingly, felt
really good. But not near so good as when his tongue swirled around the small
indentation in her body, she was so glad she had very THOROUGHLY bathed herself
before going to the ball. Every inch of her body was clean as a whistle.
Viktor apperantly enjoyed this fact because he set about her lower stomach,
peppering kisses all over the skin, occasionally giving the tender skin a small
lick or nip, just to see Hermione jerk in pleasure when he did. Eventually as
he began moving higher, Hermione's breathing became quicker, nearly erratic
when she felt the t-shirt slide up her body, just enough to reveal the bottom
of her breasts, hidden under a modest white bra. A deep, shuddering moan
escaped her swollen lips when Viktor ran the palms of his hands over her pre-
maturely developed breasts, massaging the small mounds through the silky fabric
containing them. He carefully felt around the thin fabric until he located her
nipples, squeezing the soft buds between his fore-finger and thumb, her mouth
emitting a small amount of moans and various other pleasure sounds as he did
so.
"V-Viktor..." Hermione whimpered, her hips bucking up unconciously, meeting a
very obvious hardness in his trousers, which she was only able to reach because
he was hunched over her, nearly straddling her waist, the heavenly contact made
the two grind against eachother, searching for more of the delicious contact,
their bodies crying out for it like starving children.
Hermione let out another shaky moan and Viktor's mouth was crashing onto her's,
their teeth clashing fiercely and their tongues moving together in ways that
made them both shudder in pleasure.
Hermione had never felt so dizzy as she did when Viktor's body was on her's,
his mouth devouring her's, his hands moving over her, caressing her, damn near
worshipping her, though that was short-lived in his initial haste to remove her
clothes. His strong fingers undid the small clasp of her bra and removed it
from her person, flinging it across the room, his hands immediately returning
to her body, holding, squeezing, rubbing and kissing her on every inch of bare
skin that he could reach.
She looked up at him, lust was clouding her eyes, but he still looked like a
sexy bastard.
He leaned down next to her, his hand rubbing her inner thigh, and he whispered.
"Are you 100% you vant this?"
Hermione nearly laughed and cried at the same time, her body aching for him as
she nodded yes. "Yes, Viktor, please..." she begged, her eyes pleading with
him.
He sighed deeply and nodded. "Fery vell." he leaned down and placed a solid
kiss on her pouty lips. "Tonight you shall be mine, my lovely Herm-own-ninny."
he whispered, his fingers inching their way up to her waistband...
oOo
"Krum, it's time to get u- VHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!?!"
And that was how Hermione and Viktor were woken up the next morning when
Karkoroff found them sleeping together after a nice, long night of wonderful
sex.
Hermione couldn't help smiling up at Viktor, even when they were getting yelled
at, and whispering. "Wanna meet up tomorrow night?"
And, of course, they did.
The End! (or is it...?)
***** Blaise/Hermione/Draco *****
Chapter Summary
     TRIGGER WARNING! SLAVERY, ABUSE, RAPE, DARK!HERMIONE.
     Please, please, please don't read this if it will trigger you! And
     this may forever ruin your view of Hermione, so go read Hermione
     fluff and leave this horrible story to die!!!
     ONE MORE WARNING! If you've watched 'The hunchback of Notre Dame'
     you'll understand when I describe Hermione as the Judge Frollo of The
     Harry Potter series.
     DO NOT READ THIS UNLESS YOU WANT TO BE SEVERELY DEPRESSED!
     ~
     That was Severa, this is Adora. No, I did not write this fic. Yes, I
     did read it over as I beta our works and had to piece it together.
     Any mistakes left are my fault. Anyways, I did read this. And I died
     inside. I cried and nearly lost it. I also have depression and
     anxiety, and I will tell you now-Seva's not sugarcoating anything by
     saying you can and most likely will become severly depressed. This is
     also one hell of a trigger. I'm not trying to discourage anyone from
     reading it; if you want to, go on ahead. But both your admins have
     told you. Not a fun, fuzzy-feeling story.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
We all know that Hermione Granger was one of the most honest, loyal, fair and
compassionate people there is when it came to protecting creatures who were
considered 'below' wizard standards.
Her S.P.E.W organisation showed that she didn't believe in enslaving innocent
creatures.
It was also known that she believed the werewolves, centaurs, vampires and
half-giants should not be under-mined because of their blood status.
She was a hard-working part of the ministry, striving each day to free the
innocents from the bonds they were born into or pushed into.
However, in Hermione's point of view... Purebloods did not count as innocents.
Hermione was a rather strange creature, when you think about it. She would
spend all day freeing werewolves from a group of wizards preparing to slaughter
them, but then she would return to her home that night and be greeted by her
own slaves.
She could spend an entire day in the freezing cold, yelling herself hoarse in
the middle of the street, trying to get people to free their house-elves,
preaching against slavery, yet she had her own slaves at her house.
Most of all, Hermione Granger disliked abuse. She would go into a blind rage if
she heard of someone hitting their house-elf, then she would probably drag that
person's sorry arse off to Azkaban and demand that someone conjure a dementor
to give the skumbag a kiss.
But,...Hermione's slaves didn't go a day without aquiring a new bruise or break
at the hands of the Judge Frollo of the wizarding world.
Hermione Granger would never harm another person.
But to her, Purebloods didn't even count as people...
oOo
It was later than usual one night when Hermione got back to her small house in
the outskirts of muggle London. She wasn't in a particularly foul mood, in
fact, she actually appeared to be fairly happy.
She had bumped into Ron in Diagon Alley, he had been taking Pansy out for a
breath of air and they had arranged a get together for some play-time with
their slaves.
Hermione walked inside, throwing her coat and shawl over the back on the couch
and toeing off her shoes as she walked through the livingroom and down the
hall, following the sound of splashing water and muted voices that was coming
from the bathroom.
She saw light coming from the crack of the open door and she peeked inside,
curious as to what her pets were up to while she was gone.
The tub wasn't visible through the crack, so she opened the door a little more
and got a full view of her two slaves sitting in the tub.
Blaise was sitting at the back of the large tub, his larger, more muscular
frame was wrapped around Draco's smaller, more delicate one, his hands were
rubbing over the smooth, pale skin of Draco's torso and chest, fingers rubbing
his pink nipples, while his mouth littered a plethora of gentle kisses over the
back of the younger boy's neck.
Draco's eyes were closed, one not by choice, as it was swollen shut and
horribly discoloured, his mouth was partially open, his lower lip was split,
and had a trickle of dried blood running from it to his chin.
However, his wounds were minor when compared with the the ugly gash cutting
through Blaise's left eyebrow, narrowly missing his eye as it trailed down over
the bridge of his nose and into his right cheek.
Hermione greatly regretted that particular spell, for it had greatly marred his
rather attractive face.
However, the wounds did not seem to deter the two as they sat together,
Blaise's hands rubbing small, gentle circles along Draco's thighs, now biting
and sucking at the back of the smaller boy's neck as he caressed the soft,
welted skin of his thighs, rubbing a salve of some sort on the raised, red
skin, making Draco sigh with relief as the redness lightened to a gentle pink.
Hermione's eyes narrowed slightly as she watched them. They were such
disobedient little worms, yet she was ever fascinated by watching them defy
her, only to get to punish them later for doing it.
Draco carefully shuffled himself around, to where he was straddling Blaise's
waist. He slathered some of the salve on his hands and set to work rubbing the
salve all over the vast expanse of the dark-skinned boy's chest, being careful
as his hands brushed over the bruised skin, he whispered soothing words in the
other's ear as he rubbed his sides and slipped his hands around Blaise's waist,
pressing their chests together as he soothing rubbed his back.
"Well, this is a lovely little sight." Hermione said moodily, pushing the door
open all the way and walked into the bathroom, keeping her face a passive
stare, though she really wanted to smirk down at them.
They had jerked around in surprise at the sound of her voice, Draco looked
horrified and Blaise looked dead set against letting Draco go, this assumption
was proven when his arms tightened protectively around Draco's waist, his large
forearms covering as much of the smaller boy's back as he could, while
snuggling Draco's head safely in the crook of his neck.
"Hello, Master." Blaise said grudgingly through gritted teeth, his dark eyes
flashing at Hermione, as if daring her to attack them.
Draco had his face buried into Blaise's shoulder, fear making a light sheen of
sweat collect on his skin and his blood to drain from his skin.
"You two get out of there and make me something to eat." she growled, choosing
to temporarily not mention their behaviour. "And make sure not to burn it
again, Malfoy."
She whirled out of the bathroom and headed to her bedroom, leaving them to drag
themselves out of the tub and follow her orders.
Blaise ran a gentle loving hand over Draco's back. "Shh, baby boy, it's okay."
he whispered when Draco's soft sniffles reached his ears, the smaller boy's
tears wetting the skin of his shoulder.
"No, it's not." Draco sniffled, pulling back and wiping his eyes with the back
of his hand. "It'll never be okay, Blaise." he looked down, his tears refusing
to flow anymore. "We'll never escape." he threw his arms around Blaise's neck
and placed his lips solidly on the other boy's, half-smiling when he kissed him
back.
Blaise pulled away and looked at Draco's broken, bruised body and soul, his
once soft and supple skin, was littered with ugly bruises and a myriad of scars
and welts, some new and some old. His hair had lost it's luster and hung
limply, though most of the time it was dirty and matted. Worst of all,...was
his eyes. The spark was gone, taking with it all the life in his eyes, leaving
behind nothing but empty grey shells.
He looked down at the boy in his arms and wondered, as he had so many times
before, how they had ever come to be in this position.
But he knew how...
~Flashback of the previous year~
Blaise stood next to Draco in the livingroom of Grimmauld place, watching as
Harry Potter and his troupe sat around discussing who of the group would take
who of the Purebloods Harry had purchased when they were set up for sale.
Blaise couldn't help feeling bile rise in his stomach when the youngest Weasley
male latched onto Pansy and claimed her, yelling "Dibs!" like she was some
stray cat to be claimed.
He slipped his hand into Draco's, holding it tightly and comforting him when
Potter decided upon keeping Lucius Malfoy. Blaise knew that Lucius would be
treated good, due to the fact that Potter was incapable of actually hurting
someone, and because he was married to Severus Snape.
However, he himself felt like cringing when the mudblood girl said that she
wanted him and Draco,....together.
It didn't seem like it would be so bad at first. After all, what could one girl
do to two boys?
But that night, when she brought them back to her house... they learned just
how much that one girl could do to two boys...
~The first night~
"Malfoy, Zabini, come here." Hermione's voice called the two boys from where
they were sitting together on the couch, their hands entwined.
Draco stood up, pulling Blaise with him. "Let's go, Blaise." he said, that
familiar smirk on his surprisingly full lips. "Let's go see what the mud-blood
queen wants." he said, pressing a kiss to Blaise's lips, then walking out of
the room with the dark-skinned boy in tow.
They entered the bedroom at the end of the hall and were shocked out of their
minds when shackles appeared out of no-where and grabbed the two, chaining them
to an empty wall.
"Dammit, mud-blood, let us go!" Draco yelled into the dimly lit room, where
they could see the silouette of Hermione's form draped over the bed, she was on
her stomach with her legs swaying in the air.
"I wouldn't be commanding me around when you're tied up in such a way, Malfoy."
Her voice was venomous and filled with ice as she slipped off of the bed and
walked into the light, revealing her volupuous form wrapped in a burgandy silk
pajama set.
She smirked when Draco stared open-mouthed at the item coiled around her arm.
"You recognize this, Malfoy?" she sneered, showing off the silver whip coiled
around her arm, the snake-head handle grasped in her palm.
"How dare you touch that?!" Draco seethed, wrenching against the chains holding
him on the wall. "That is not to be touched by mudblood filth!" he was nearly
foaming at the mouth in a rage when his words were silenced by a sharp crack
and a pained cry.
However, it was not Draco that had recieved the blow. A bloody stripe was layed
across the top of Blaise's forearm, just below the wrist.
Hermione was smirking as the dark-skinned boy just glared at her, refusing to
admit that he was in pain. "Pride." she said simply, her voice was filled with
venom and hate. "You and your pride." she whipped her arm back and lashed at
them again, this time the cold, unforgiving metal layed open a three-inch slice
on Draco's thigh, shredding his trouser leg in the process.
The younger of the two purebloods, sadly, had not the same pain tolerance as
the older and when the harsh metal layed open his skin, he cried out in pain,
thrashing against the chains, merely opening more wounds.
"Draco, stop moving!" Blaise commanded, and immediately the blond stilled, his
chest heaving and angry sparks shooting from the depths of his steely grey
eyes.
Hermione raised an eyebrow at them. "Looks like you two will have to be taught
obedience a different way." she purred, using her wand and making their
shackles, that were actually just long extensions of silver chain, drag them
over to the bed.
Hermione met Blaise's dark glare when she looked from him, who was tied to a
chair near the bed, to Draco, who was tied to the bed and now fully naked,
thanks to several more bits of enchanted chain who had took it upon themselves
to strip him.
"What do you intent to do with us?" Blaise growled through gritted teeth,
afraid that he already knew the answer to that question.
Hermione chuckled lightly, waving her wand a few more times and conjuring a few
more choice items, letting them fall between the spread-eagled legs of the
indignant pureblood on the bed.
When Draco saw the assortment of toys that Hermione had conjured, his eyes
bulged and a un-Malfoy-ish whimper escaped his lips, he tried to struggle back
away from them, but the chains wouldn't let him.
Blaise's eyes widened to, but not from shock at her choice, but at the size of
her choices. Surely she didn't mean to....with them?!
He visibly winced when Draco was jerked up in the air and flipped around and
dropped back to the bed, tied arse-up with his head crooked to the side so he
could breathe.
She surely did mean to.
"No!" Blaise yelled, struggling against the chains as Hermione's clothes
vanished and she pulled on on of the strap-ons that she had conjured. "Leave
him alone! If you must do it, do it to me!" he yelled, his last word ending up
pleading for the boy he loved.
Draco stilled, looking over at Blaise with anxious, fear-filled eyes. His
breathing had stilled and he was looking at Blaise as if warring between
wanting to hex him or kiss him for offering himself in exchange.
Hermione looked over at Blaise as if going to consider his offer, her eyebrows
raised, but two seconds before Blaise thought she would accept, she grabbed
Draco's hips and thrust her attachment forcefully into his virgin arse.
~Back to present day~
The sound of flesh tearing, blood squelching and Draco's screams forced
themselves into Blaise's mind, they still refused to leave, after a whole year,
those haunting screams still refused to leave him alone.
He put down the plate he had been washing and walked over to the stove, hugging
Draco from behind, rocking the smaller's body back and forth.
"What are you do-" Draco's words were cut off when Blaise put his hand over
Draco's mouth.
"I love you, Draco." he whispered, nuzzling his face into the other's neck,
inhaling his scent. "We're going to leave this place someday. Somehow, some
way, we're going to find our escape....and we're gonna take it."
Blaise could feel Draco sigh and after a second he nodded. "Yes, we will." his
voice was muffled and the sound almost made Blaise smile. He pulled his hand
away when Draco bit him. "Now go finish the dishes."
Blaise smiled, kissing the side of Draco's jaw and going over to finish up the
dishes.
That night was worse than ever before. Draco couldn't even walk the next
morning, he lay on his bed, his body littered with open cuts, the crisscrossing
stripes making him look like he had been painted with a quick back and forth
motion.
His left arm was fractured and his ankle had been twisted at a unnatural angle.
He looked, for all the world, like the victim of a car wreck. Though he was
alive.
Blaise sat by him all night and morning, nursing his wounds until Hermione
announced that she was taken Blaise over to Ron's for a get-together with Ron
and Pansy.
Blaise was going to object mightily, until Draco bumped his hand with his right
hand, carefully shaking his head at him, refusing to open his eyes, just
smiling weakly and mouthing "Go."
Blaise's heart was against it, but he left Draco lying on that bed, after
whispered "I love you"s betwixt them.
The whole way from Hermione's to Ron's, Blaise couldn't help a sinking feeling
in his gut. It only worsened the farther away he got, when they got to the
Weasley's house Blaise literally thought he might throw up.
He just settled into Pansy's room with her and swallowed a cup of the tea that
she shoved into his hands. His stomach felt a little better, but he still had a
feeling of deep anxiety in his stomach.
"Blaise, what's wrong?" she asked, holding her hand to his forehead and looking
at him worriedly. "Why didn't Draco come?"
Blaise sighed, his heart clenching at mention of the blond's name. "Doesn't
feel good." he said quietly, the tone of his voice clearly conveying what she
already knew.
Pansy nodded solemnly and decided to change the subject. "Well, Lucius Malfoy
nearly got expelled from the Potter-Black house." she said quietly. "For
stealing a silver dagger. But,...strangely enough, he didn't have it."
Blaise sat their for almost 5 hours, listening to Pansy rave on and on,
obviously trying to distract him from thinking about Draco, though even a full-
blown obliviate wouldn't have been enough to get him to stop thinking about
Draco, HIS Draco, sitting at home by himself in agony.
Blaise, much to Pansy's disgruntlement, seemed ansolutely delighted when
Hermione announced it time to head home.
The went by apparating and appeared just outside the door. Blaise burst into
the house, leaving Hermione behind, and he instantly felt the sick feeling
return.
The house was cold. Unnaturally cold. And silent.
Blaise's body felt almost numb as he forced himself forward, a sense of dread
cloaking him and weighing him down.
He made it to the doorway and couldn't hardly make himself open the door. He
took a deep breath and put his hand on the handle, closing his eyes as he
twisted it and pushed the door open.
He knew,...before he even opened his eyes,...he could smell blood.
He opened his eyes and a choked sob broke out of his lips as he stumbled
forward, catching himself on the bed-stand, his eyes unable to look away from
the angelic form lying on the blood-stained sheets.
Draco's body was still, and giving off an icy chill. His face had been healed
somehow and on his cold lips, was his smirk. The one that Blaise hadn't seen in
over a year.
And in his open palm, lying next to the dagger protruding from his heart, was a
note, on which four words were scrawled.
"I found the escape."
Chapter End Notes
     Okay, guys. You are allowed to send me hate comments for this one. I
     deserve it.
     -Severa
***** How Bellamione died. *****
Chapter Summary
     Bellamione? Die Bellamione! *furiously stabs Bellamione with a dull
     knife* I watched the movies and no. Just no.
Chapter Notes
     Forgive me, I don't know what happened here.
The darkness was broken by screams, terrible, pain-filled screams of....pain.
Hermione was lying on the floor, her body draining blood from various body
parts, including her just previously ravished ass.
She just layed there, her blank eyes staring up at Bellatrix, the mad woman's
cruel, harsh laughter ringing in her ears.
She craved death, she wanted it with every fiber of her being, but it seemed
that it wouldn't be allowed.
"I'm not done with you, mudblood."
The insult washes over her like the rivulets of blood streaming down her
thighs.
She doesn't hear them, nor does she have any desire to.
She can feel herself floating into a hazy world created by pain and blood-loss,
as well as a few well-aimed hits to the head.
She is nearly asleep, floating the blissful quiet, when she is pulled back to
reality by her own piercing screams as the silver dagger flays open her already
scarlet-striped inner thigh.
She doesn't have the power left in her body, nor the will in her heart to beg
for mercy, she just wishes for death, her emotionless eyes staring blankly as
the blood drains from her body and the hideous laughter echoed around her.
"Get up, Mudblood!"
'No.' she thinks, blinking once, the brief movement being the only proof she
was alive.
"Wake up, filthy mudblood!"
"Wake up!"
"Wake up!"
"Hermione, wake up!"
Hermione jerked awake with a terrified gasp, her frantic mind racing as she was
pulled into Ron's warm embrace.
"It's okay, Hermione." he whispered into her hair, holding the sobbing girl
tightly against his chest, softly stroking her hair.
"She's not gonna hurt you ever again."
***** A mother's love *****
Chapter Summary
     This won't be a regular thing! If you guys want to put a request in,
     be my guest. I can't guarantee that it will get finished, but I will
     put aside time to work on new requests. (Nothing elaborate)
Chapter Notes
     Set in a world where James and Lilly never died, Voldemort did, and
     Harry was raised like a normal wizard.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Harry got home early from where he was staying at Ron's house, he knew his
father was still at work at the ministry, but, if the family clock was right,
then Lily was at home.
Harry dropped his carpet bag of stuff on the nearby couch and his jacket soon
followed. He toed off his shoes and headed upstairs in search of his mother. If
he was lucky, he might be able to persuade her to make something brilliant for
dinner.
He padded down the hallway to the master bedroom, stopping up short when he
heard a faint noise filtering through the slightly-opened door. He was
immediately worried. Ever since Voldemort had fallen, the few of his loyal
followers that remained had tried to off Harry and his parents more than once,
maybe someone had attacked Lily when Harry and James were gone? And now she was
wounded?
Another small sound echoed out and Harry's mind jumped to an entirely different
track. Sure, there was a possibility that Lily was in there with a life-
threatening injury, but he doubted it. Still, it didn't hurt t check.
He pushed the door the rest if the way open and peeked inside.
The sight that met his eyes was one that he really had never expected to
encounter. His mother was lying in the middle of a very disheveled bed; stark
naked. Her creamy white skin, flushed a soft pink, was tangled in mounds of the
white comforter and a plethora of pillows. Her nimble hands were cupping her
breasts, slim fingers rolled her hard, rosy nipples between forefinger and
thumb, small mewls of pleasure escaped her rosy red lips as her hips bucked
against the charmed toy pushing itself in and out of her dripping entrance.
Harry's pants sudden felt much too tight, but he couldn't force himself go pull
his eyes away from his mother's gorgeous body. His mother's gorgeous,
very naked
 body.
Lily obviously sensed his presence because she cracked open her eyes and looked
at him standing there in the doorway, a tent growing in his pants.
"Harry." She smiled at him, raising her hand from her left breast and beckoning
him forward. "Come join me?" She asked, her voice was thick and lust damn near
rolled off of her tongue.
Harry dumbly nodded as he walked towards her. His movements were unsteady;
disjointed, he wasn't sure what to do.
"Come on, up on the bed, but take your clothes off first." Lily said. She
somhow managed to make that soind just like she was telling him to sweep the
floor or take out the trash.
Harry quietly removed his clothes, unable to remove his eyes from his mother's
form the entire time. His bright green eyes refused to be torn away from the
entrancing image of his mother, so spread out and wanting. His cock jumped just
at the thought of her wanting
him
.
He dropped his shirt and his pants soon followed. He tentatively pushed his
boxers to his ankles and flicked them away, keaving him open and exposed as the
day he was born. His body had gained a fair amount of muscle, but he was still
vampire-pale, a thin line of dark hair trailed down from his navel to the patch
of dark hair that covered his groin area. His hard cock jutted up from the
patch of hair, thick and long, precum glistening at the dark head.
"Come make love to me, dear." Lily said, her expression no different then had
she just told him to come help her stir a potion.
Yes, Harry knew that incest was no big deal in the wizarding world, hell, he
had caught Fred and George kissing more times than he dared count, but he had
never experienced it himself.
He carefully climbed onto the bed and knelt between his mother's spread thighs.
A full blast of her heady musk hit him and his vision swam. She smelled bloody
brilliant!
His cock twitched and he moaned softly as his fingers closed around the toy
inside of her and drew it out, setting it aside carefully. He was tempted to
lick it, just to taste, but he had the feeling that he would be getting a taste
sometime later.
He carefully put his hands on his mother's thighs and pulled himself forward at
the same time that he pulled her back to meet him. Her silken, wet walls
grabbed at his cock and had him biting back the urge to swear really loud.
He couldn't hold back and Lily didn't ask him to, neither of them really gave
two cents about anything else as they wiled away their evening in the bedroom.
Until...
"Lily? Harry? I'm home!"
Chapter End Notes
     I'm sorry guys, but when my sister kinda jumped ship for personal
     reasons, I really just couldn't find it in myself to continue.
***** My Polyjuiced Love *****
Chapter Summary
     This took forever, but here it is!!
Title: My polyjuiced love
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter, Polyjuice or any of the other characters
in the following story. All rights and such for them goes to J.K Rowling and
all them awesome people who made the Harry Potter series a reality. I own ONLY
the actual writing of this story, please don't steal.
Notes: Fred and Cedric are all still alive in this story.
Work text: Harry was not surprised at all when he heard that the Slytherins
were having yet ANOTHER interhouse party, exclusive invitations only, of
course. But he most certainly was not expecting Goyle to walk up to him, red-
faced and hand him a small square envelope sealed with the Slytherin 'S'
stamped in emerald green sealing wax.
He had seen hundreds of the little square envelope's floating around school,
wether it was clutched proudly in the hand of a 3rd-year Hufflepuff who had
been deemed important enough to be invited or being passed around by a group of
squealing girls as the original owner of the invitation trailed behind them
quietly, but he had never imagined that he would procure one with Harry Potter
written on the front of the card inside in elegant, curvy writing that could
only belong to the one and only Draco Malfoy.
oOo
Harry trailed his finger lightly over the dark green symbol sealing it and
magically slit open the top, being careful not to harm the glorious emblem as
he pulled out the small creamy, white card, his subconcious barely registering
that Ron and Hermione were being handed the exact same little cards as he
opened his, his emerald eyes roving over the pristine paper, tracing the
ermerald green ink that read the following words...
You are officially invited to the End of the 7th year Interhouse Polyjuice
Party, hosted by Slytherin house next Saturday at 6:00 P.M until 12:00 in the
Slytherin common room.
You are allowed to bring a date (or two) only one of which does not have their
own invititation.
We hope to see you there.
It was signed Draco Malfoy and co-signed by Severus Snape as proof that the
party had been approved by the head of Slytherin house.
Harry felt a smile twitch at the corners of his mouth, it wasn't likely that
Severus Snape would ever hope to see him anywhere, but he had to admit that the
appeal of going to the party was too great and he knew that he would, without a
doubt, be in attendance.
He looked up and smiled at Goyle, who was still standing there, awkwardly
shuffling from foot to foot, alternating from glancing at Harry to the bottom
of his robes.
"Thank you, Gregory." Harry said politely. "I will very much be pleased to come
to the party." his words were awarded with Gregory smiling at him and a rosy
flush rising in his pale cheeks as he nodded and turned, walking away without
saying a single thing, though there seemed to be a bit of a spring in his step
as he hurried away.
Harry turned to Ron and Hermione both of who were staring at him with amused
expressions. He looked back at them, his brow furrowing deeply. "What's so
funny?" he asked his expression only becoming more confused when Ron burst out
laughing furiously and Hermione hid her mouth behind her hand as she giggled.
"Nothing, Mate." Ron said, clapping him on the shoulder. "Let's get going, Ole
Slughorn will probably have a fit if his favorite student is late." The tall
ginger boy said, laughing as he threw his arms around a furiously blushing
Harry's and giggling Hermione's shoulders and they all headed off to the
potion's classroom and their least favorite teacher (aside from Snape).
oOo
The Friday of the party
oOo
Harry glanced at himself in the mirror for the 118th time that evening,
smoothing his robes and trying to flatten his wild, untamable hair. Upon
accepting that it was a lost cause, he sighed and fell back on his bed,
completely destroying the last 15 minutes' work of smoothing his robes. A small
burst of unexpected laughter spilled out of the emerald eyed boy as he curled
into a excited ball of raven-haired 17-year-old.
"What if we dance?" he asked suddenly, biting his lip and blushing at the
prospect of dancing with his crush-since-4th-year. His heart raced and his
pulse pounded, unfortunately exciting a certain part of his male anatomy with
the thoughts racing through his hormone-crazed, 17-year-old mind.
Ron looked over at him, making a wierd face. "Look Harry, it's not that I don't
fully respect and support your choice to fancy blokes, or your choice to fancy
a Slytherin bloke, but really? I mean why that one?" he asked, running his
strong fingers through his thick, red tresses. "Fully supportive here, just
curious, I mean he did try to kill you."
Harry laughed, sitting up. "Ron, I think you'd be hard pressed to find a
Slytherin that didn't try to kill me at some point. And I don't know, he's
just...." he didn't finish, instead falling back on the bed, spreading his arms
wide and smiling, the brightness of his sparkling smile instantly making the
other boy shake his head and laugh to himself. "If I ever saw a bloke in love,
it's you." Ron said, smirking slightly.
Harry ducked his head, smiling shyly and biting his lip, worrying the plump
flesh between his teeth, his cheeks, where the color had subsided, were once
again flooded with a violent shade of red.
Ron smirked and started laughing at him, until he was bowled over by a mass of
white robes, brown hair and loud shrieks. "Ronald Weasley, did you really
invite Lavender Brown to the interhouse party?!" Harry recognized Hermione's
voice amidst plenty of smacks and pained yelps from Ron, all of it coming from
the large, squirming pile of fluffy white material on Ron';s bed.
"LAVENDER BROWN?!" Ron bellowed, jumping up, pinning a now-revealed Hermione to
the bed by her upper arms, pinning down her thrashing legs with his own. "Good
night! Hermione, calm down and let me explain!"
Harry, who had been caught in the middle of one of their explaining/make-up
sessions before, jumped up and decided to make his exit, not wanting to see
them naked as they would probably be, he smiled when he closed the door behind
him and found himself face-to-face with his date, who had been just outside the
door.
Neville looked up from where he had been straightening his robes. "Hello,
Harry." he smiled up at him, straightening up to his full height. "You look
absolutely stunning this evening." he said, taking Harry's hand and placing a
kiss on the back. "I only wish that the heart of such a lovely person belonged
to me." He said with a conspirital wink, to which Harry laughed. Neville was
completely taken, and by a Slytherin, no less.
"And how's your fiance gonna feel about you flirting with me?" Harry asked,
winking at him. "He's totally head over heels for you."
Neville smiled. "We got the rings last weekend." he said, showing him a lovely
gold band around his ring finger. "Watch this." Neville said, putting the band
to his lips and then showing it to Harry, a small forever was burning brightly
on the surface, fading as the ring cooled.
Harry gasped and squealed, grabbing Neville's hand and looking at the ring.
"It's beautiful, Neville!" he gushed, his heart swelling as thoughts of someday
having his own ring to show off. Neville smiled, blushing slightly. "He picked
it out for me." the brown-haired young man said proudly. "He said I could've
had any I chose, but I wanted this one because he picked it out."
Harry smiled happily at Neville. "I'm so happy for you both." he said, looping
his arm through Neville's offered one. "Now let's go meet your lovely fiance."
he said, giggling as they walked off to the dungeons.
oOo
Harry was surprised t the amount of people that were crowding into the hall and
moving into the Slytherin common room. He was at first wary when Blaise
appeared before him showing him a paper that he had to sign in order to enter
the room, but soon signed it with a flourish. "You also have to donate a few
hairs." Blaise said, winking at Neville who handed him a few fine brown hairs
from his own head.
"It's okay, Harry." Neville said, smiling. "They won't try anything." he
smirked as he threaded his fingers through those of the dark-skinned Slytherin
boy, a small glow emanating from their hands as the matching rings on their
fingers made contact. "Will you, Love?" he asked, pressing a brief kiss to the
other boy's lips.
Blaise smirked, pulling Neville closer to him and kissing him hotly, not
bothering to answer as he shoved the other boy against the wall, giving Harry
no doubt to who was the dominant in that relationship.
His musings as he watched them were interupted by a clear, smooth voice
slipping into his thoughts. "Well, Potter, a delight to see you could join
us..." Harry's eyes snapped up, his emerald gaze searching for the owner of
that glorious voice, disapointment clear in his eyes when he realized that the
blond was alone.
"I graciously thank you for my invitation, Malfoy." Harry said, bowing his head
slightly in thanks. Draco cleared his throat. "You are required to donate-
" "Hairs, yeah, I know." Harry said, wincing as he reached up and pulled a few
raven strands from his skull. "Here." he said, dropping it into a small cup
that Draco was holding.
Draco smirked and stepped back, allowing him entrance into the Slytherin common
room. "Enjoy the party, Potter." he said, a slight smirk on his lips as he
watched the other boy move past him and into the common room.
Harry thought that he should probably be on alert as the minutes ticked by and
soon Draco appeared in the middle of the room with Severus. "In exactly 10
minutes it will be 6:00." Draco announced. "You will have until then to get a
vial of polyjuice from that table over there.." -he pointed to a table in the
corner- "drink it and then transfigure your clothes to match the attire of the
person who's polyjuice you consumed."
Severus stood forward, taking over the stand. "This polyjuice will last for
exactly six hours from the moment you changed and will not reverse until that
time has passed. You will be choosing at random because there is no specific
order in which the polyjuice was infused. If you disagree with this in any way,
you can leave." When he fell silent, no one moved.
He frowned. "Time is ticking, I suggest you hurry!" in a great cloud of
billowing black robes, he turned and disappeared through a door. The slam of
the door shaking everyone out of a daze and they all scrambled to get a
polyjuice. Harry was one of the closer ones to the table and got first choice,
his eyes skipping over several violently pink ones and grabbing a lovely
emerald green one, swallowing the contents and smiling as the taste of crisp,
sweet apples exploded in his mouth, the flavor mixed with a strange, exciting,
and electrifying feeling as it rushed down his throat.
He instantly felt the change as his hair got shorter, turning brown and
smoothing out over his scalp. His fingers grew slightly thicker and his body
stretched up, he felt the strange sensation of having muscles grow on his body
and he liked it, his whole body felt as if he was being moulded like clay. He
looked down at himself and a sense of dread washed over him when Draco Malfoy
walked over to him and laughed. "To think that you would get his, of all
people." Draco sneered, not entirely in a bad way. "He's pretty hot, isn't he?"
he asked, swooping in to kiss Harry right on the lips, making Harry wheel
backwards in surprise, not even noticing that Draco had wordlessly transfigured
his clothes. "Enjoy the party, Potter." Draco said, winking and walking away
with a polyjuice to his lips.
Harry's first reaction was to scream and run as far away as he could. But after
he ducked into a small alcove hidden behind a large tapestry he was able to
calm himself down and think straight. "This is awesome." he whispered to
himself. "I get to be my crush for a whole 6 hours!" he laughed silently to
himself, thinking of the many thing s he could do, but then dirty thoughts
started creeping into his mind....
"I wonder what he's got hidden under these clothes.." Harry ran his hand down
his body, feeling the very noticable changes to his body's design. He slipped
his finger's into his robes, rubbing his fingertips over his now-much-more-
sensitive nipples and letting out a small moan as he did so. A smirk plastered
itself on his face when he realized he was feeling things the way his crush
would.
Harry, being the naughty little thing that he is, decided to take this
opportunity and discover all of his weaknesses. He carefully glanced at the
tapestry, making sure that it wouldn't suddenly fall or be opened as his thick
fingers unbuttoned his robes and let the cumbersome material fall to the floor,
revealing that he was simply wearing a pair of jeans that dipped low enough on
his beautiful body to reveal a few curls of dark hair, and cupped his cock
perfectly, confirming Harry's suspicions that he was,in fact, very well-
endowed.
Harry's breath caught in his throat as his fingers skated over what seemed like
miles of glorious muscular pale skin. "He has a 6-pack." Harry moaned, tracing
the dips and curves of his body, wishing he was touching the real thing.
Apperantly god hated Harry, because instead of answering his wish,.....he was
discovered by a very pissed off Oliver Wood. "Uh....,Greg?" he asked, looking
directly at Harry. "Sweet Merlin's beard, if I wasn't engaged...." he trailed
off, blushing as he realized something. "You're not the real Gregory, are you?"
Harry shook his head slowly, blushing to the roots of his shorter hair, biting
his lower lip and looking at the floor. Oliver,....or whoever he was laughed.
"Harry, you really need to not bite your lips like that, it's a dead giveaway
to who you really are." When Harry's mouth opened in surprise he laughed.
"Neville showed you the rings?" he said, holding up his hand and showing Harry
the bright gold ring.
A smile of relief bloomed on Harry's lips. "Dammit, Blaise. You damn near gave
me a heart attack!" he growled, hitting the other boy on the shoulder lightly,
making him laugh. "Sorry, Harry, but when you get Polyjuiced into a Gryfinndor,
then your boyfriend get's Polyjuiced into Hannah Abbot, you're gonna be pissed
and not care about scaring people." he laughed wryly to himself.
"Oh yeah. George Weasley got your polyjuice, by the way. He said he knew it was
your's because he had drank it before." Harry laughed, but felt sick to his
stomach. "I hope he doesn't do anything embarassing with my body." he said,
facepalming and hitting himself rather hard with his new strength.
Blaise chuckled. "I don't think he'll have a chance, because I saw someone who
looked suspiciously like Theadore and Seamus, who was who Cedric and Oliver
Polyjuiced into, dragging him out of the room." Harry stuck his tongue out and
shuddered. "Oh no, those three messing with my body?" he winced. "Ugh."
"Who would you rather have messing with your body, Harry?" Blaise asked, a dark
smirk on his lips, that looked completely wrong on Oliver's face, as he looked
over at the emerald-eyed boy. Harry scoffed, not noticing the way Blaise's eyes
raked over his body, amusement dancing in their depths. "You know who I'd
rather have messing with me, Blaise." he said, peeking out of the tapestry.
"Unfortunately I'm now stuck with being him, instead of being 'with' him."
Blaise nodded sympathetically, patting his shoulders. "That's got to suck. But
at you can be glad that you're not a girl right now." he winced. "Poor
Neville...." Harry couldn't help laughing. "Yes, I can be thankful that I'm not
someone like Lavender Brown." Blaise laughed with him. "You should go out and
enjoy yourself while you can." he said, winking at Harry. "Have fun, but not
too much fun." with a small ruffle of the tapestry and a short laugh, Blaise
was gone.
Harry looked at his robes on the floor and for the first time he noticed that
he was semi-hard. He groaned and flushed in humiliation as he realized that
Blaise must have seen it, his erection subsiding in humiliation. "Oh, sweet
Merlin, why did I ever agree to come to this place?" he whimpered to himself,
picking the black robes on, running an admiring hand over his body again as he
did.
He slipped the robes back on and, not bothering to button them, slipped out of
the alcove, heading back to the party. At first he thought he was dreaming when
he saw Draco and Hermione dancing together, but then of course, he also saw
Ernie MacMillan humping Pansy Parkinson, so he figured anything was possible.
Harry's gaze traveled around the room, worrying his lower lip between his teeth
as he searched for someone he might be able to know. He saw a frantic-looking
Hannah tangled in the muscular arms of a smug-looking Blaise Zabini. Harry
laughed at the sight. Whoever was Blaise, had to know that Hannah was actually
Neville, and that he would eventually give in to his boyfriend's body.
Next he saw Ginny Weasley, who was flushing brighter than her hair as a
mortified-looking Luna Lovegood sat next to her, hiding most of her face in her
arms and sobbing loudly. A very pleased-looking Ron Weasley knelt next to Luna
and whispered in her ear, making the blond flush 5 shades of red and nod,
getting up and walking away with the boy who Harry was sure wasn't his best
friend.
Harry groaned silently in frustration, backing up,....directly into a hard
body. He gasped as long, slender, but strong arms encircled his waist and hot
breath skated across the back of his neck, the voice of Lee Jordan filling his
ears. "You're going to ruin my reputation as a decent person by running around
with your clothes undone like that."
Harry's body froze, he was more than a little stunned at this turn of events.
It took a pair of firm lips nibbling at his earlobe to awaken him from his
stupor. "Goyle?" he whispered weakly, his knees feeling weak andf his heart
racing at the prospect.
"The one and only,..." Lee's voice purred in his ear, as his silver tongue
traced the shell of Harry's ear. "O-oh...." Harry cursed himself as a long,
hungry moan escaped his lips and his body instinctively arched back against
Lee/Greg's, causing a dark chuckle to come from Lee/Greg's sinful lips.
"I figured you had a thing for Draco, there for a while." he purred, casually
and quietly pulling Harry into a different room and away from the party.
"Imagine my surprise when I discovered that you were actually pining after me."
he smirked, chuckling as Harry whimpered in reaction to a well-placed bite. "I
must say, I was rather thrilled when I found out. Then I simply had to find a
way to get you." Harry whimpered as a wave of arousal washed over his body, re-
growing the bulge in his trousers.
Greg's hands trailed down Harry's body, tehinically feeling his own body,
teasing the spots that he knew were most sensitive and smirking as Harry
writhed in his arms, releasing a series of anguish/pleasure-filled mewls and
and moans, finally resorting to begging.
"Please..." Harry whispered. "Don't tease..." That small plea, mixed with
Harry's eyes begging him like that made Greg so hard he almost couldn't stand
it as his erection strained against his trousers. "Here." he said, fumbling
with his robes and handing Harry a small vial from within it's pocket. "This'll
cancel out the effects of the PolyJuice."
He left Harry standing looking confuddled by the bed as he proceeded to down
his own vial, his body changing back to his own. He sighed as he felt himself
return to normal, though he had to admit that Lee had a nice body, he much
prefered his own.
Harry's mouth dropped open in shock. "B-but, Snape said..." Harry sputtered,
backing up and almost falling onto the bed behind him. "Snape lied." Greg
muttered, unbuttoning his robes and letting them drop and pool around his feet.
"Now drink it." he nearly growled as he looked at Harry, his voice was thick
and lusty, matching the burning desire very evident in his darkened eyes. "I
want you as you..."
Harry's eyes fluttered closed and he moaned as another powerful wave of arousal
wracked his body at the wanting,...needy words. He uncorked the vial and
drained it without another thought. A small squeak of surprise escaped his lips
as he, sadly, shrunk back to his normal self, his hair growing out and his body
regaining it's more gentle feminine shape.
He gasped as he was suddenly pushed onto his back on the bed, his body jolting
when Greg appeared above him on all fours, his cheeks were flushed and Harry
could hear his breath coming in quick pants. "I need you,.." Greg whispered,
moving to nip and suck softly at Harry's neck, searching for the younger boy's
pulse point and smirking when he found it. he sucked on he sensitive spot,
making Harry writhe underneath of him, frantically searching for friction on
his aching cock.
"I have to have you..." Greg murmured, trailing his lips up Harry's cheek and
along his jawline, drawing nearer to his target. "So beautiful.." he ground him
erection against Harry's own, making both boys moan in pleasure.
"I want you so much, Harry,.." Greg whispered, ghosting his lips over Harry's.
"Please,...can I have you...?"
Harry opened his mouth, his voice choking in his throat and he instead merely
nodded a slight nod. "Y-yes.." he managed to choke out, between heavy breaths.
"Yes, please, Greg. I-I want you too." he blushed at having said that though he
knew that it was 100% true.
He had no more time to speak for at present his mouth was being, very
willingly, dominated by one Gregory Goyle. Tongues met and teeth clashed in the
kiss borne of pure want, lust and desire. Surprisingly enough, considering the
current occupation, Gregory was able to easily, wordlessly vanish the pair's
clothing and accio a bottle of lube from his drawer, because, conviently, they
had ended up in his bedroom.
Harry gasped and his lips broke away from Greg's when the older boy's finger
circled the pucker of his arse, teasing the small hole with a lubed finger.
"Greg..." he whimpered, his hips bucking back against Greg's hand, as if his
body was intent upon impaling it's self on Greg's pointer. However, help was
not needed as the Slytherin boy eased it into Harry, being as careful as he
could as he spread Harry's hole, adding another finger after he had adjusted,
curling the two and probing around searching for Harry's prostate.
He immediately knew when he had found it, because Harry's smaller form arched
up off the bed and he let out a small, choked yell. Greg's body shuddered
slightly as he watched the younger boy thrash and writhe as he stabbed at his
prostate, brutalizing the glorious bundle of nerves with his fingers, his other
hand smearing lube on his large cock.
Harry's breath caught in his throat as he felt the blunt head of Greg's cock
pressing against his very virgin arse, pushing inside slowly. He bit his lips,
squeezed his eyes shut and tried to focus on something other than the intense,
burning pain radiating through his backside as he was stretched beyond the
points of what he should ever be, his body clenching and curling around itself
protectively, trying to ward off the pain.
Greg moaned heavily, resisting releasing his control and slamming into Harry
with all the force in his body, he was finally fully-seated inside Harry's arse
and if he didn't know better he would say that he had died and gone to heaven.
He looked down at Harry and desire washed heavily over him when he looked into
Harry's glazed eyes, their shiny emerald color becoming murky as lust clouded
up the sparkling irises.
Harry's cheeks were flushed and he was panting heavily, his breaths becoming
longer and more even as his body relaxed, accepting Greg into him. Taking
Harry's relaxation as a sign to move, Greg pulled out and carefully thrusted
into him, setting a slow and even pace. He adjusted his angle every little bit,
searching for that one spo- There it is! Greg smirked when Harry's back arched
and his legs stiffened as Greg continued to thrust, hitting his prostate dead-
on every time.
"G-greg, I-I'm gonna..." Harry whimpered, as Greg thrust into him furiously,
increasing the pace and strength, their sweat-slicked bodies moving together
perfectly and in harmony as the room was filled with their moans and the subtle
smacking of skin on skin. Harry was panting as he fisted his hands in Greg's
hair, pulling slightly at the short brown strands and cursing silently to
himself as his arse was pounded to high heaven by his crush of 3 years.
Greg smirked down at the angelic boy lying underneath of him. He grabbed
Harry's denied erection and stroked the smaller boy quickly, reveling in his
pleasured noises. "Cum for me, Harry...." he whispered in Harry's ear, his
voice heavy, thick and needy.
Harry came. Harder than he had ever cum before his body convulsing and
shuddering as ropes of thick, creamy cum spurting out of his cock, long, an
animalistic cry wrenching free of his throat from the power of his orgasm. His
arse spasming and fluttering around Greg's cock was the older boy's undoing and
after a few more thrusts he buried himself deeply in Harry's backside and came,
roaring out his own completion.
oOo
Harry smiled as he remembered that day. The way he had felt, waking up the next
morning wrapped in the arms of the man he loved... he laughed as a chill ran
over his body, here he was a 27-year-old man and he was still just as much, if
not more, in love with the same ignorant, obnoxious, perfect, beautiful,
incredible man as he had been 10 years ago.
He sighed quietly, looking at the calender hanging in his office and wondering
if Greg would remember their 10-year anniversary. He smiled, cradling his
shrunk present for his boyfriend in his pocket. It was a lovely crest Slytherin
crest made of silver and emeralds. He knew that Greg would love it, mainly
because it was from him.
That night he opened the door of his and Greg's house and was at first
surprised by the lack of silence, and the dim candles lining the walls and on
almost every surface, lighting the room with a light glow. Soft music was
emanating from the direction of his bedrrom and a heady smell wafting from the
same direction was what drew Harry forward, stepping out of his shoes and
dropping his work robes and over-coat at the doorway as he went to the
appetizing smell.
The bedroom door was slightly ajar and he pushed it fully open, his mouth
gaping at the sight of his boyfriend lying stretched-out on their bed, wearing
evil, low-riding jeans and holding his wand in his hand, staring at Harry with
an evil smirk.
"Babe, what are you-?" Harry was cut off when Goyle waved his wand and Harry
looked down a wave of nostaglia washing over him as he saw an exact copy of the
clothes he had worn that night of the party, with some size adjustments of
course. He looked up, his brow crinkling in confusion. "What are you-?" he was
once again cut off, but this time by a pair of firm lips capturing his.
"I love you, Harry." Greg whispered against the smaller man's lips. "I've spent
the last 10 years thinking that that day was the best one I'd ever have..." he
pulled back and stared deeply into Harry's eyes. "But I want to change that..."
Harry's breath caught in his throat as Greg knelt in front of him, taking his
hand and looking up at him. "I want to be able to look back in another 10
years,...and remember this as they day you said "I do"." he whispered the last
words, holding a small ring in his palm and waiting for Harry's answer.
Harry's eyes filled with tears and he nodded. "Y-yes.." he choked out, a happy
smile breaking out on his lips as he stared down at his boyfriend. "Yes, Greg."
Tears spilled down his cheeks as he squealed happily when Greg grabbed him into
a tight hug and spun him around, connecting their lips in a sweet, loving kiss.
"Harry, Harry, Harry,...My beautiful, wonderful Gryffindor golden boy." Greg
purred, slipping the ring onto his finger and hugging him tightly. "I love you.
With all of my heart, body and soul.."
Harry giggled, biting his lip. "Does this mean we're gonna start having
kids...?"
oOo
Can someone please explain how this ended here?
***** Chapter 40 *****
It came with a great amount of surprise when Harry Potter, the boy who lived,
was defeated by Voldemort in the battle of Hogwarts.
What came as more a surprise than that; Voldemort did not slay him on the spot
as he fell. Instead, the dark-hearted man (if he even had heart at all) spared
the young boy's life, simply taking him away from the battle-field, leaving the
rest of his followers to clean up the mess.
~
It was cold, dark and the air stank of unwashed bodies, shite and urine. It was
the ungodly stench that awoke Harry from his magic-induced slumber and alerted
him to the fact that he was being carried through a strange place, not unlike a
warehouse. There were cages lining the walls, many of which contained one or
(occasionally) two persons, what shocked Harry more so than the fact that each
and every one of those person(s) were shed of any clothes and cowering in the
corner of the cage they occupied.
Only when Harry's, seemingly numb, mind turned clear, did he even bother to
think about who was carrying him. He looked up and his heart froze with fear.
Not like Ron's fear of spiders, but like gut-wrenching mind-numbing fear that
chilled your whole body and made you sick to your stomach. He was looking
directly into the face of the man who had sworn to kill him since infancy.
He was being carried by Voldemort.
At first, Harry couldn't react, he couldn't do anything but stare, eyes wide
with terror, at the Dark Lord, but when he did regain his ability to move, he
didn't dare do so for fear of being killed.
"Marcus, my boy. How are you?" Voldemort's chilling voice made Harry
automatically tense in his arms.
"As well as you need me to be." came another distinctly familiar voice from the
dark night. "How can I help you, My lord?"
Harry let out a yelp of surprise as he was dumped to the ground, his body
landing harshly on the hard floor, the contact sending glass shards of pain
through his body, giving him the impression that he had, at the very least,
several broken ribs and a fractured wrist.
"I need this to be trained for me" Voldemort answered, nudging Harry with his
foot. "I know, from previous transactions, that you give the most pleasing
results,...by far."
Harry peaked his eyes open to see Marcus Flint bowing to Voldemort, a satisfied
smile on the Slytherin's face. "Thank you, My lord." the black-haired man said,
looking back up at him. "What is it I shall be training him for?"
Harry's entire body chilled and he retched, sicking up all over the floor when
Voldemort told Marcus "To be me and my death eater's pet." the twisted man
answered, a sneer on his snake-like features. "I want him to answer to us and
us alone." he said.
"Any training restrictions, My lord?" Marcus asked, making Harry mentally beg
that he would say something, but to no avail.
"None. I want him broke and in perfect condition when I come to get him,
however." Voldemort said, stepping away from Harry's limp body. "You are
allowed to use whatever means necassary to break and train him. I want him to
be loyal and willing for whenever one of calls upon you to bring him for his
services."
Harry retched again as Voldemort stepped away and melted into a shadow,
disappearing into the darkness, leaving Harry alone with Marcus Flint.
~
"Well, I must honestly say that I never thought I would see you here, Golden
boy." Marcus Flint's voice sounded in Harry's ear as the smaller boy was hauled
to his feet.
"Didn't think I would be either." Harry mumbled, trying to steady himself as
the Slytherin drug him through the large building and into a room that looked
reminicent of a public swimming pool, a large circular tub was built into the
floor in the middle of the room while the floor around the tub was sparkling
clean and several stacks of towels lined the walls, the whiteness contrasting
against the murky green colour of the walls.
"Seeing as you are now under my control, I will tell you a little bit about how
things work here in my slave camps." he said, motioning to the general area
around them. "To muggles, this is nothing more than an ordinary abandoned
building, but it has a rather impressive extension charm put on it that makes
it 5 times as large on the inside, meaning more room for more merchandise to be
moved."
Harry saw the dark glint in the older boy's eyes when he said 'merchandise' and
he knew that he must be meaning slaves. Harry held his stomach and fought back
the urge to retch again, hoping to keep what little was left inside from
spilling out.
"This is our room for our guests to relax and occasionally try out a peice
before buying it." Marcus said, motioning to the room he was in. "Understand so
far, Golden Boy?"
Harry nodded unconciously, his head was pounding and his body was aching from
his injuries, the sharp jabs of pain made him nearly cry out in pain, but he
resisted, biting down on his palm to stiffle the noises.
Marcus put his hand on the small over Harry's back and steered him out of the
room, and along the rows of cages. "These are our 'in waiting' subjects." he
said, motioning to the nude people inside. "These ones are either waiting to be
broken or they refuse to be broken and are awaiting a different training
procedure." he said, momentarily glancing away from the cages and looking at
Harry, who, by this point, was green in the face.
Marcus, apperantly not wanting Harry to sick all over him, pulled the younger
boy along into a different room all-together. In this one Harry saw something
that sickened him even more than he had been before.
They were in a gloomy grey room, that was obviously protected by heavy
silencing wards because as soon as they stepped into it Harry's ears were met
with piercing screams. He had never, in all of his life, expected to see what
he did. Spread throughout the room was several large platforms of sorts, on top
of one was a tall cruel-looking man in black and green clothes, he was clasping
a long snake-like whip in his clenched hand, trembling underneath of him,
sobbing onto the wooden surface was a young girl.
Harry couldn't hold it back anymore and he threw up all over the floor, seeing
the bloodied form on the platform, what was worse, was that the group around
the stage was applauding for an 'early breaking' or something.
Marcus cleared the mess with a wave of his wand and tugged Harry into another
room. "That was the punishment section." he said, a sneer on his lips. "And
believe me when I say, that was not even close to as bad as it can get."
Harry was visibly trembling and his legs were heavy, nearly unable to move.
"Why would you ever do such a thing?" he whispered, looking at the ground,
unwilling to meet the dark man's amused gaze.
"Gotta make a living somehow." Marcus answered nonchalantly, pulling Harry
along with him as he climbed a set of stairs that led them up to the next floor
and into a corridor lined with doors.
"Now these,..." Marcus said, motioning to the doors as they passed them. "Are
where our buyers stay during their visits. They often stay overnight if they're
planning on buying, because most want to 'try out' their product before
purchasing."
A strangled half-sob half-hysterical laugh choked out Harry's mouth. "A-and you
let them do that?" he asked unbelievingly, almost unable to believe that anyone
other than Voldemort himslef could be so sick and cruel.
Marcus nodded, pushing open the door to a darkened room and leading Harry
inside. "Of course. What' the point of puchasing a toy if it won't perform as
you desire?" he asked, swinging his hand and making the door shut behind them,
the locks clicking ominously into place.
Harry, who had been so preocccupied with everything around him up until that
point, now realized that he was locked in a bedroom with Marcus Flint, who had,
just 20 minutes before, promised to break and train him,....by any means
necessary.
He ran to the door and cried out in despair as the knob disappeared into the
door, melting away as the metal absorbed it. He hit on the door, eyes wide with
terror as the unyielding steel refused to budge.
He gasped when he felt a smooth hand on the small of his back and hot breath
skating across the nape of his neck. he could feel heat emanating off of
Marcus' body behind him, but he refused to move in fear of triggering a
undesired response. "Let me go?" he said quietly, his voice was pleading and
cracked, begging with his former classmate to have mercy and not do what Harry
was sure he was planning on doing.
"Sorry, Golden boy." Marcus whispered, his hands slipping around to encase
Harry's body and pull it against his own. "I have a job to do." he growled,
leaning forward and licking the back of Harry's ear, making the 17-year-old
shudder and shy away from him.
"No! Stop!" Harry shreiked as he was dragged over to the bed and thrown atop
the plush comforter with no amount of grandeur. "Marcus, please don't!" Harry
begged the 23-year old Slytherin, kicking his legs and trying to free his arms
which had been magically bound to the front of the bed with rough, iron cuffs
that rubbed mercilessly against his skin, the sharp edges easily opening cuts
on his wrists and making him cry out even more.
Marcus sat at the end of the large bed, on his knees with his arse planted
firmly on his heels as he watched Harry and let the boy tire himself out. He
vanished Harry's shirt and frowned when he saw Harry's bruised body. "Dammit."
he swore, grabbing up his wand and making a little signal with it, sending out
a green burst of magic that flew away, making Harry wonder what it was.
A bit later a elf popped into the room near the bed, a little tray of potions
in it's hands. "Here you are, Master." she said, handing the tray to Marcus.
"Should I get the healer?" Marcus shook his head. "No, it's just a few broken
bones." he said, looking at the potions. "I can fix them up perfectly. That's
all for now, Ticky." The elf nodded and popped out, leaving Marcus and Harry
alone again.
"Why're you gonna fix me if you're juz gonna deztroy me?" Harry mumbled, his
voice was choked with fear and tears and he hated how it made him sound weak.
Marcus took a potion from the tray and swirled it around in the bottle as he
looked at Harry. "My job is to train you and make you a good pet." he said,
uncorking the bottle and spilling a little onto his hand. "I may be a sick,
twisted, cheating bastard, but I am not cruel enough to force more pain on a
person than they need to break." he answered, taking his wand and performing an
effective healing spell on Harry's ribs, then again on his wrist. After which
he put away his wand and began rubbing the salve over Harry's body, beginning
with his chest and sides.
"So you're going to break me?" Harry said, sounding more accepting of the fact
than he would like to admit, especially when Marcus' eyebrow winged up in
surprise at the words.
"Yes, I am going to break you." Marcus said, continuing his relaxing rubbing
motions on Harry's sides as he spoke. "I am going to train you. I am going to
test you. And if I must I will start over from the beginning and do it all over
again until I deem you perfect." he said nonchalantly, running a cleaned hand
through his thick, black hair.
Harry nodded slightly, feeling sick again. "Lovely." he choked out the sarcasm
with a minimal amount of trouble.
"Just be good and it will all go a lot better for you." Marcus said,
unbuttoning Harry's pants and pulling them, along with his underwear, past his
hips, down over his legs and threw them off into a corner, leaving Harry bare.
Harry found that he had no energy to fight left in him and he just relax at
Marcus' gentle touches, closing his eyes and allowing himself to enjoy it as
the warm salve was worked into his skin by the Slytherin's firm and calloused
hands.
Marcus worked down Harry's waist, rubbing out the tense knots in his muscles
and leaving a very relaxed Harry in his wake. Harry's eyes fluttered just
slightly and he looked down at Marcus when he felt the older man's fingers on
his thighs, parting them and spreading him wide, exposing him completely to the
Slytherin's cloudy gaze.
Harry blushed at the exposure, but his brain felt fuzzy and he couldn't find it
in himself to want to stop Marcus from looking at him, instead his body decided
that it wanted more than just looking. Harry was utterly mortified when he
began to get hard, the gentle touches Marcus rained upon his legs weren't
helping either, it seemed as if the older man was teasing Harry, as if he knew
what Harry wanted, yet refused to give it to him.
Suddenly it pierced into Harry's cloudy mind... "What was that stuff you rubbed
on me?" he asked, nearly gagging when his voice came out as a breathy moan.
He looked at Marcus and his blood chilled at the smirk on the black-haired
boy's lips. "It was a simple arousal potion." he answered, watching Harry's
reaction when he rubbed the tip of Harry's erect member, his smirk deepening
when Harry whimpered and moaned, his hips unwillingly thrusting up into Marcus'
touch.
"Oh Merlin!" Harry cried when Marcus stroked him with one expert hand, the
other stroked and tugged at Harry's balls, making him scream out in a mixture
of pain, pleasure and humiliation. "Please please, please, please,..." Harry
begged as the potion took it's full, fiery effect on his body and arousal
strained his body to near the point of exploding, his cock was fully erect and
leaking pre-cum from the tip, his skin was burning hot and he was sweating
profusely.
"Please what, Golden boy?" Marcus asked, swiping his thumb pad over Harry's
slit, then squeezing tightly at the base of his cock, refusing to give him the
release his body so desired.
"Please let me cum." Harry begged unashamedly, his body was loaded up with
drugs and he was nearly oozing sex from his pores, his mind was confuddled and
messed up from the potion and he didn't even know what he was saying.
Marcus shook his head, leaning down to lick a stripe up the undersid of Harry's
weeping member, lapping up the pre-cum gathering at the tip. "Oh, no, Harry,
that's not the way this works." he said with a smirk. "I would tell you that
this is for your own good, but I get the feeling that you wouldn't believe me."
Harry nearly started crying when a cold, tight object fastened itself around
the base of his cock and balls, effectively cutting off any opportunity for him
to get his release. "Please, Marcus!" Harry begged, trying to move his hands
down and remove the infernal device, but to no avail, his hands were still
bound and each move simply cut into his wrists more.
"W-what do I have to do?" he asked, looking at Marcus with completely terrified
green eyes. The would-be saviour of the world apperantly was a stranger to
sexual distress and it was scaring the shit out of him. Marcus removed his hand
from the ring around Harry's genitals and looked at him.
"The salve will not wear off until yourself and the one who applied it has been
sated." he answered, leering at Harry. "The last I checked, that was me."
Harry nodded in understanding, the pain of his arousal cutting through the
foggy haze of his mind and making him agree willingly to Marcus' words, not
caring what they were. "What do I do?" He asked, hoping that the older man
would not use this excuse to take unwanted liberties with Harry's body. More so
than he already had, at least.
"Let's test your obedience." Marcus said, snapping his fingers and releasing
Harry's arms from the cuffs binding them, letting the 17-year-old up. "Do not
touch yourself." Marcus commanded when Harry moved to do just that. Harry
froze, more out of surprise than actual obedience, and looked up at Marcus, his
expression tortured and pleading.
"Make me cum first." Marcus said, holding his commanding tone. "Then, and only
then, you will be allowed to relieve yourself." he said. Harry, much to Marcus'
amusement, nodded hurriedly and nearly pounced on the older boy, pushing him
onto his back as he scrambled to undo his pants and pull out Marcus' already
erect member and decend upon it with his hot, wet mouth, eagerly working his
oral cavity around the thick length blocking his air supply, more needy for
sexual release than air at the moment.
Marcus let out a grunt of appreciation at Harry's ministrations, forgving his
inexpertise, deciding that his enthusiasm made up for his lack of expierience,
which he would gain with time. Marcus could see that the young Gryffindor was
in actual pain, he could also feel that he was trying his very best to please
him, he sighed, deciding that, since this was his first time, he could take it
easy on the kid.
He relaxed his tense muscles and let his orgasm rip through his body, his hot
cum spurting directly down Harry's accepting throat, the younger boy didn't
even gag, giving Marcus the pleasure of having the heavenly heat of Harry's
throat suck him dry and clean him before releasing him with a 'pop' of Harry's
swollen, rosy lips.
Marcus' eyes fluttered open and he smirked down at the boy who was looking at
him with begging eyes. "Please?" Harry asked, his eyes wide, pain shimmering in
the emerald green depths. Marcus was very pleased with the fact that Harry had
so easily occomadated his impressive length and he decided to have mercy and
give him the release he needed. With a snap of his fingers Marcus vanished the
ring around the base of Harry's cock and balls. He gave Harry's member two
quick tugs and the teen came with a shout, his cum coating his and Marcus'
chests.
Harry, obviously sated, yet very angry and humiliated by the whole thing
slumped back, falling onto a pillow, his body was very relaxed and his eyes
felt heavy, but something kept him from sleep. He peeked his eyes open to see
Marcus staring down at him disapprovingly. "Did I tell you that you could
sleep?" Marcus asked, glaring down at him.
"No." Harry answered, his voice and body resigned as he sat up and turned back
to face Marcus. "What now?" he asked, looking at Marcus from under his half-
mast lids. Now that the potion had done it's work, he was of sound mind again
and he was rather angry, yet too tired of everything going on in his life to
actually care.
"Clean me off, then you may sleep." Marcus answered, motioning to his cum-
striped chest, his eyebrows curved up as if waiting to see Harry's response to
his orders.
Harry sighed and frowned, hanging his head. "Did losing to me in my first year
really humiliate you that much that you have to do this?" he grumbled under his
breath as he shuffled over to the older Slytherin.
Marcus barely heard Harry and he was going to form a response, but found
himself too shocked to do so when Harry's arms wrapped loosely around his waist
and Harry's soft, plush lips closed around a cum-splattered bit of hs chest,
suckling away the creamy substance before moving on to the next bit, his
heavenly mouth occasionally closing around Marcus' dusky nipples and suckling
them, causing Marcus to throw his head back and release a throaty moan of
pleasure.
"Good Golden Boy." He purred, threading his fingers into Harry's hair and
tugging slightly as Harry finished cleaning him up. "It'll be easier than I
thought to train you, won't it?" He asked, watching Harry flush a bright shade
of red as he pulled away, carefully wresting Marcus' fingers from his hair as
he dove under the blankets, effectively claiming the bed as his own as he
closed his eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep.
~
It was exactly two weeks later when Voldemort contacted Marcus for the first
time, requesting Harry's presence at Malfoy Manor, which was still where
Voldemort operated from.
So by 12:30 P.M Harry was cleaned, prepped and dressed by Marcus himself and
was waiting on the bed for Marcus to get dressed as well.
"Now, listen." Marcus said, still giving Harry orders, even though he was in
the other room. "I honestly don't think you are yet at a stage that would
please Voldemort." he said, which Harry was overly pleased to hear, but only
becaus he hated Voldemort, not because he liked being with Marcus or
anything,...that would be ridiculous, he had, after all, raped Harry over a
dozen times in the previous two weeks. "But if you show him how much you have
improved, I'm sure he will be very pleased." Harry looked up and his heart and
stomach lurched when he saw Marcus clad in Slytherin green robes, the colour
playing up his natural skin and hair tones to perfection.
"Will he try to,...u-use me?" Harry stammered, hoping that Marcus took his slip
up for fear, not the real reason, which happened to be a powerful surge of
arousal that slipped over his body, rushing directly to his, already erect,
cock.
Marcus nodded, looking down at Harry's blushing face and tented trousers with a
satisfied smirk. "You look absolutely breath-taking." he said, running a hand
through Harry's hair and ruffling it a little to give it a rough-n-tumble look.
"There can be no doubt that at least one of them, if not all, will try and make
a move on you tonight." he said, letting his hand run down the front of Harry's
robes and stroke him once, making him moan.
"But I don't blame them one bit." he answered, his mouth decending to capture
Harry's in a furious kiss, his tongue plundering Harry's willing mouth, their
tongues tangling and teeth clashing as they kissed, Marcus' hands tangling in
Harry's messy hair and Harry's hands clenching handfuls of Marcus's robes.
The Slytherin pulled away, his eyes lusty and his lips wet with saliva. A small
string linking his lips to Harry's was softly licked away by Harry's tongue
swiping over Marcus' lips one final time, causing Harry's own cheeks to heat
considerably, his cloudy eyes looking down in embarassment.
Marcus didn't seem to mind, and simply fixed his robes and held his hand out to
Harry. "Ready to go, Golden boy?"
Harry nodded, clasping Marcus' hand with his own and closing his eyes as he was
tugged away by the dizzying feeling of apparation.
~
Harry nearly lost the contents of his stomach to apparating. He ended up
sagging against Marcus as they appeared just outside the wrought-iron gates of
Malfoy Manor. His stomach turning in anxiety and his head swirling. "Haven't
done that for while." he offered as an apology when Marcus had to support him
until he got his bearings back.
A mere moment after they appeared and Snape appeared on the other side of the
gate. "Password?" he drawled, his eyes flashing momentarily to Harry, but
keeping away from him for the most part.
"Lelitas." Marcus said, keeping his hand firmly clenched around the chain that
led Harry. It was attatched to the chain connectig the two cuffs around his
wrists.
Snape sniffed in disdain and waved his wand at the gate. Harry watched in
surprise as the metal melted away into itself, clearing a path for them to step
through.
Marcus tugged at the lead, pulling Harry along as he walked after Severus up to
the Malfoy Manor, into the house and finally into a room that was housing a
long table, and, at that table, sat a whole lot of Black-cloaked death eaters.
Harry nearly froze in fear, but, with a small nudge from Marcus, moved forward,
head bowed respectfully as he passed by the rows of whispering and snickering
death eaters, who seemed very amused at seeing the 'boy-who-lived' walking
around in chains like an obedient puppy.
Marcus approached Voldemort at the head of the table and bowed at him. "Hello,
My lord." he said, waiting for Voldemort to motion for him to stand before
doing so. "I have brought what you requested." he said, tugging slightly at
Harry's lead, making him bow next to him. "As you can see, he has been broken
and is taking very well to the training." Marcus said when Voldemort motioned
for him to stand.
The snake-like Dark lord nodded as he looked at Harry. "How much training has
he went through?" he asked, his blood-red eyes slipping over Harry's robes and
finding the bulge in his robes that would have went unnoticed to any others.
"He is already at the maximum strength arousal potion, his obedience is
incredible and he has taken very well to learning about ways to please his
masters." he said, the answer making Voldemort smirk and several death eaters
either laughed or looked impressed.
"But it has been a mere two weeks." Narcissa cut in, her voice sounding more
increduous than anything else. "Surely he couldn't have broken so easily?" she
asked, her voice nearly cracking, but, thankfully, no one noticed.
Marcus smirked. "On the contrary, Mrs Malfoy." he said, his confidence showing
on his handsome features. "He truly broke within 3 hours of when I aquired
him."
Harry's ears burned red when he hearrd the death eaters uproarous laughter and
jeering at him, but what hurt the most, was Marcus' sneering at him.
"I believe that he was simply tired of being controlled by someone and getting
nothing in return for it except pain." Marcus said, stroking Harry's head,
smirking when the 17-year-old butted his head into his palm and closed his eyes
in contentment.
"You need to treat him as you do any cherished pet." Marcus said, stroking
Harry's hair and gently stroking down his cheek, everyone watched with
fascination as Harry followed his movements with his head, trying to keep the
contact between them as Marcus led him over to Voldemort's knees. "Stay, Golden
Boy." he whispered as he broke contact and stepped away, taking the chains with
him, the words were unheard by anyone except by Harry and Voldemort.
Voldemort gave Marcus a amused/inquiring glance. "A most unusual nickname for a
slave." he said, reaching out to pet Harry, frowing when the boy shied away
from his touch. "Forgive him, My lord." Marcus said, stepping forward in
Harry's defense. "I have yet to accustom him to any touch other than my own."
he said, bowing his head. "If you would allow it, I may be able to calm him
enough for you and the others to handle him."
Voldemort nodded his approval of the idea, motioning Marcus forward to Harry,
who was shying back away from Voldemort with wide, fear-filled eyes. "Golden
boy, little golden boy." Marcus whispered, kneeling next to Harry and stroking
Harry's silky black locks as he whispered in his ear. "Let them pet you. Let
them touch you. Let them do whatever they wish and you will be greatly rewarded
when we return." he said quietly enough that no one else could hear, but Harry
could nearly feel the intensity rolling off of his silky tongue.
Harry nodded minutely and moved forward past Marcus, who had stood back, and he
offered the top of his head to Voldemort. The dark lord, threaded his fingers
into Harry's hair and clenched his fist, pulling Harry up by his hair, watching
with delight as the teen followed his movements without hesitation, coming to a
kneeling position beside his chair, his eyes were glistening with slight pain,
but he wasn't complaining about it, that fact in itself delighted Voldemort.
"Good pet." he sneered, using his other hand up to trace a trail down Harry's
face, coming to rest on his chin, just below his lips. "Open, pet." he said
calmly, watching with something akin to wonder as Harry's plush lips parted,
his pink tongue laying out along the inner rim of his lower lip.
Marcus watched from behind Harry, a satisfied smile on his lips as he watched
Harry's reactions and movements, very pleased with the results of his hard work
training the boy.
Voldemort curiously watched Harry's reaction as he lifted his index finger and
layed the tip in the middle of Harry's soft, pink tongue, watching the raven-
haired boy blink once then, to everyone's surprise, he gently laved his tongue
at the pad of Voldemort's finger, earning surprised gasps from more than one
person in the room.
"Good lord, Flint, what ever did you do to him?" this time it was Bellatrix who
was demanding an answer, her dark eyes fixed on Harry, fascination written
clearly in her eyes.
Marcus frowned at her. "I simply trained him, Mrs Lestrange. And I'd ask that
you refrain from shouting, I'd hate for you to spook him and make me start my
work all over again." he said, effectively silencing the black-haired witch.
Everyone else in the room seemed to take the warning to heart, because there
was not another shout, nor even words spoken in a loud tone, that evening,
everyone's attention seemed to be completely fixiated on Voldemort and his new
'pet'.
Voldemort, too, seemed completely fascinated by his new pet, especially the way
his little tongue was licking at his finger and the way his cheeks flushed when
Voldemort pulled him so far over that he was actually damn near sitting in the
dark lord's lap, his pert, covered backside pointing down the table to the
other death eaters. Voldemort situated Harry until the unusually-small-for-his-
age boy was straddling his lap, looking more-or-less like a child due to his
weakened state and his loss of body mass. "Kiss me, pet." Voldemort said, the
demand only heard by the others closest to him.
Harry took a small breath and leaned forward, placing his hands gently on
Voldemort's shoulders as he pressed his lips aginst Voldemort's cold ones for a
brief moment before pulling away with a healthy blush on his cheeks. "Come,
pet, you can do better than that." Voldemort prompted. "Impress me." Harry
forced down a small twinge of revulsion as he leaned forward again, this time
putting one hand carefully against the side of Voldemort's head as he pressed
his lips once again aginst Voldemort's cold ones, this time pushing forward and
opening his mouth, his tongue flicking out and lapping at Voldemort's thin
lips, gently asking for permission to enter the snake-like man's mouth.
Voldemort accepted Harry's request, opening his mouth and letting the young man
slip his tongue inside, swirling it around and tasting at the inside of the
dark lord's mouth, a pleasure he was sure not many were allowed.
Severus fought the urge to be sick as Harry, acting as a mindless puppet would,
sat atop the lap of the man who killed his parents and kissed him. Very
thoroughly kissed him, Severus noticed as obscene smacking sounds filled the
room, along with a lot of unsteady breathing and even a few low moans from the
onlookers.
When Harry pulled away the second time, which was about 3 minutes after he
started kissing Voldemort, his eyes were nearly crossed from lack of oxygen and
his pulse was racing furiously, his already painful erection was even more so
after he had just imagined kssing Marcus for the last three minutes. Yes, he
had just imagined kissing Marcus Flint for the last three minutes. Why? He
didn't know.
Harry nearly yipped as he was thrust to the floor between Voldemort's legs,
there was a small rustle and then Voldemort's member was thrust in his face,
demanding attention. "Make me cum, pet." Voldemort growled. "And swallow it
all." he commanded, nearly squeeing in delight when Harry nodded his acceptance
of the terms. The young boy parted his lips and took Voldemort's erection into
his mouth, swallowing convulsively when the dark lord grabbed his hair and
forced the entire length down Harry's throat, growling out his satisfaction of
the teens minstractions as Harry sucked and licked at the member in his mouth,
his hands reaching up to lightly squeeze and tug at Voldemort's balls as he
worked towards getting the dark lord off.
*
Severus actually felt his stomach turning and sickness over-washing him, he
stood and quietly slipped from the room and went into the nearest bathroom, he
barely had time to close the door and throw his head over the toilet before he
sicked up the contents of his stomach into the bowl. He heard a quiet gasp and
he looked over and saw Draco sitting near the edge of the tub, hugging his
knees, his tear-stained eyes very obvious even in the dim light provided.
Severus flushed the toilet and went to the sink, turning on the water and
wiping away the little bit of bile that had stayed on and in his mouth. He
washed out his mouth then went to sit next to Draco, not even flinching when
the 17-year-old leaned over and buried his face into Severus' chest, clinging
to him like a frightened child. Severus just softly stroked Draco's hair to
comfort the distraught youth.
"How can they do that?" Draco whispered into Severus' chest, his unending tears
spilling onto Severus' black robes, wetting the coarse material. "How can they
look at him like that, watch him do that, and not hate him?" Draco sniffled,
his voice already broken and twisted voice not helping matters any and Severus
felt burning tears prick at the corners of his cheeks. "I honestly don't know,
my little prince." he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Draco's temple. "I
know you cared for Harry, and I want you to know that if I could have stopped
this, I would have. No one deserves to be treated that way."
Draco nodded in response to Severus' words. "I-I just couldn't stay,..." he
whispered, his grey eyes shimmering as more tears spilled over the rims. "I-it
just hurt too much." Severus gently ran his hands through Draco hair over and
over again, trying to calm the youth. "My little snake, we must return, or face
questions about why we were not present for the Dark Lord's triumph." Draco
gave him a pleading look, shaking his head back and forth slowly. "Sev'rus
please don't make me go back and see that." he begged, wrapping his arms
tightly around Severus' waist and leaning up to place a chaste kiss to the
older man's lips. "Please."
Severus sighed, gently tipping Draco's head back to look into the stormy eyes
swimming with tears. "If we can retain a semblance of normality, I may be able
to get a chance to save him." he whispered. "But for now we must act as if we
feel as everyone else does. That means,....Draco, if he is given to you,...you
must take him."
Draco's eyes widened in horror for a moment, but at Seveus' stern look, he
nodded. "O-okay." he said resignedly. Severus took out his wand and vanished
all signs of Draco's distress. "Now, I don't care what you see, or what you
have to do. You DO NOT let on that you have no taste for it, nor that it
distresses you." Draco nodded munbly once more, releasing Severus' body and
standing up, straightening his robes."I am an uncaring bigot." he answered, a
small trace of mirth in his voice. Severus nodded, standing up next to Draco.
"That you are, my little prince." he said, straightening his own robes and
placing his hand on the door knob. "Now let's go."
The two exited the bathroom and slipped silently back into the hall, moving to
their respective places while keeping their gazes away from the head of the
table where very suggestive cries and rythmic grunts gave them an all-too-vivid
picture of what was more-than-likely going on. Neither dared to look that
direction until a heavy drawn-out moan signaled that the disgusting violation
had come to an end.
*
"Very good, pet." Voldemort smirked, grabbing Harry off of him and turning him
around to show off his swollen lips, hooded eyes and flushed face to the rest
of the death eaters. "Who would like him next?"
~
A small crack sounded and Marcus Flint appeared in his bedroom, holding the
broken, bruised and bloodied form of Harry potter. He layed the young man on
the bed and set about healing him as fast as possible, hoping that Bellatrix's
little spells hadn't done any lasting damage to Harry's person.
"Marcus?" Harry's whisper was the first thing to pass Harry's lips when his
shattered jaw had been healed.
"Yes, Golden boy?" Marcus asked absent-mindedly while healing the open dark
mark insignia that had been carved into his smooth chest, knowing that the cut
would scar without a doubt.
"Did I do good?"
Marcus' head flew up in surprise at the question. "Yes, you did wonderful." he
said, trailing the tip of his wand down Harry's thighs, healing the open wounds
along the soft flesh, his hands running after it."Very good for the first time,
I honestly expected you to be kickng and screaming after Voldemort raped you,
but no, you stayed quiet through Voldemort, Bellatrix, Rodolphus, Dolohov,
Yaxley and even Crabbe." he shook his head in amusement and amasment. "I have
trained you well, Golden boy."
Harry smiled slightly, half of his face was deformed by a stinging jinx and
unable to move. "I'm glad you were pleased with me." he answered. "My arse
feels like hell though."
Marcus laughed and nodded. "I'm sure it does, you took a royal beating there."
he shook his head, wincing when he found a particularly nasty bit of spellwork
on Harry's upper calf. "Damn that woman!" Marcus hissed, mentally killing
Bellatrix Lestrange. "I swear, if she doesn't keep her spells in check I may
just have to kill her!"
Harry laughed quietly, wincing as he did. "I can't say I would be entirely
opposed to that idea, having a wand shoved up your arse is not the most
pleasant experience in the world." Harry said, grimacing as Marcus cast a spell
on his leg, numbing the pain there and cleaning away the spell, leaving the
wound open to be healed.
Marcus looked down at the quill and parchment working next to him, mentally
adding to the working list of injuries being jotted down by the enchanted
quill. "Oh Merlin, you sure can withstand a lot." Marcus praised, patting
Harry's healed thigh. "Most would've died under such a barrage of attacks and
violations." he said, letting his quill and parchment sweep away as he finished
up healing Harry, ending by soothing away the swelling made by someone's
stinging jinx. "I knew you were a gem."
He clapped his hands once, rubbing them together as Harry sat up. "So what
would you like as your reward, Golden boy?" he asked, looking at Harry and
waiting for an answer dorm the bespectacled boy.
"I want to know how my friends are doing." Harry answered simply. "I want a
list of the dead of the Hogwarts battle and I want to know what happened to
those I cared about."
Marcus nodded slightly. "Very well. You deserve to know what happened, after
that performance." He grabbed Harry's arms, spelled a fresh set of robes on him
and drug him out of the room. "Let's go see, shall we?"
Harry was immmediately assauted by the smell of blood as they moved from the
guest's rooms, through the healing chamber and into the punishment area.He was
sick to his stomach as they walked through the small crowds surrounding the
patforms.
"Now, Golden Boy." Marcus said, releasing Harry's arm. "Obedience test. Do not
move or speak unless I allow it, understand?"
Harry nodded his head in agreement, not saying anything to Marcus' pleasure.
Marcus opened the door into the holding cages and ushered Harry inside. "Here's
your would-be saviour!" Marcus called out to the people in the cages. "See him
as he is now and you will understand that you truly have no hope of resisting
us!"
Harry's mouth went slack and hurt flashed in his eyes at being refered to like
that by the dark-haired man, but more so at seeing multitudes of the people he
once knew as friends and family strewn about the various cages, all of them
either looking at him with hatred in their eyes or crying out to him to save
them.
"Harry! Harry, you're okay!" Harry's head snapped up in the direction of
Hermione's voice, his eyes wide and relief clearely residing in their depths.
He never would want to see his best friend in such a place, but he couldn't
help being glad that she was alive.
He looked up at Marcus, his eyes pleading for permission to go to her. When
Marcus nodded Harry literally ran to the cage, throwing his arms through the
bars and hugging her as best he could. "'Mione." he croaked, keeping his eyes
from her nude body, less for modesty, but more for the horrible bruises
covering her skin. "What happened?"
Hermione pulled back, looking at him, tears in his eyes. "Oh, Harry, it's
awful!" she whispered. "After you fell no one fought anymore." she shook her
head, tears clouding her vision. "Everyone ran." she blinked rapidly her voice
breaking, Me, Ron, Luna, and Neville, as well as a few others were trying to
escape through the forbidden forest, but we were being chased by several death
eaters..' she broke off when her voice choked. "N-Neville, the stupid arse,
broke off from us and stayed behind to buy us a little time,....he was
captured,..." she slumped to the floor, sobbing her eyes out. "I-I can s-still
hear him screaming for mercy.."
Harry's eyes were streaming tears by that point, his heart aching for the
sweet, bumbling boy who had always blown up his cauldrons in the first year,
and for his courageous team mate who had led their friends into a battle that
he had fought bravely, protecting those he cared about until the very end.
"Mione, what happened after that?" he asked, trying to calm her down. "Please,
Hermione, tell me! I need to know!"
Hermione's dead eyes looked over at him. "Luna was still alive when they found
us the next day, but it was short-lived." she shook her head bitterly. "Hearing
Neville's screams changed something inside of her...." she sighed. "Luna died
after taking out two of the pursuers, she was stabbed through the neck by
Rabastan Lestrange, she died screaming "Those loyal to the light will rise
again." me, Ron, Cho and Oliver were all that was left."
Harry bit his lips until he drew blood, the tears freely streaming down his
cheeks. "And what happened to you four?" he asked.
"Oliver took four combined crucios to the chest for Cho, he's in St Mungo's,
his brain's addled by the magic. Ron, seeing them fall, panicked, he grabbed me
and apparated, don't give me that look, Harry." Hermione said, glowering at the
raven-haied boy who looked appaled at Ron's actions. "We had all agreed to save
ourselves, at any cost." Harry nodded in understanding.
"Oh." he said, barely able to speak the words as his mind, body and soul were
over-loaded with the pain. "We apparated directly into Grimmauld place."
Hermione said. "The wards had been taken down and they were waiting for us.
Dolohov, and Rodolphus and Bellatrix Lestrange."
Harry's eyes flashed open at the names. The names of the same people who had,
mere hours before, been violating him. "Ron went into a rage when he saw
Bellatrix, he went after her, shouting about avenging Ginny and Molly, but to
no avail,...he fell to the killing curse when she directed it at me." Hermione
said, her voice cold and emotionless. "She sent his body to the ministry, she
left it at the door of Arthur's office."
Harry felt like retching again at the thoughts. "George and Percy are the only
of Arthur's family left now, Harry." Hermione whispered. "Magonagall is dead
too. Voldemort publicly executed her for not bowing to him. All of the order
except Arthur and Snape are gone, they've started killing the muggle-borns, I'm
actually only here waiting for my execution order." Hermione said, chuckling
mirthlessly. "I never thought the day would come when I would see the things
happen that I have..." she looked away from Harry, as if unable to face him
again. "They killed Hagrid."
That was the last straw. Harry couldn't take it anymore. He started screaming,
tears streamed down his cheeks as Marcus grabbed him around the waist and began
dragging him from the room. "Hermione! No!" Harry screamed, trying to get back
to her.. "Hermione!!!" he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck and his
mind shut down as he faded into unconciousness.
~
I know that this hasn't exactly been a very abusive chapter, but ya know, I'm
not really into that shit, so moving on to more shit, also called NON-CON,
DRAMA, RAPE, and (dare I say it?) MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH which I'm not entirely
into either, but still, it's better than slicing a person open piece by piece,
which was the alternative to rape. Moving on
-SM
~
Harry was broken. So broken that he was literally more puppet than human.
Then came the day that he was to be fully handed over to Voldemort and his
death eaters.
*
It was pleasantly warm inside of Malfoy Manor on that day, but it did nothing
to warm the chill in Draco's body. He prepared for the guests in the way he
always did. Bathed, dressed, brushed his hair and made sure he looked like an
angel. Which he quite honestly did when he opted for white robes, the shining
colour making his face glow.
He left his bedroom when his house elf told him that the guests were arriving.
He decended the stairs in a grand fashion, earning himself quite a few
appreciative looks from fellow death eaters.
"You look absolutely stunning, Draco." Marcus complimented when he saw him
entering the grand hall.
Draco smiled at the black-haired boy and whispered a thank you, even though he
really just wanted to kill him for destroying the boy he lo-cared about.
Draco slowly walked to the table and stood next to his seat, waiting, until the
dark lord had arrived, to sit down. When he did, Draco wished he was already
sitting down for his legs went weak at the sight of Harry obediently crawling
behind Voldemort, being led by a strand of shadow around his throat.
Voldemort stopped for a moment beside Draco and looked him up and down. "My my,
Draco, you look amazing!" He said, carefully resting his hand on Draco's chest
and thumbing at the clasp of the young slytherin's robes. "I have to admit,
were you not one of my own, I would love to have you as my pet as well." He
admitted, pulling his hand back to his own person.
Draco nearly lost the small contents of his stomach, but was able to force it
to stay and force a small smile as well. "Thank you, My lord." he said, looking
at the ground as if he was flattered and merely being shy. "I am glad you are
so pleased with my appearance."
Voldemort smiled widely, exposing his sharp, pointed teeth and began laughing
as he moved down the table, the sound was sharp and cruel, making Draco's skin
crawl. "Yes, Draco,...." he said, taking his seat at the end of the table,
leaving Harry to sit quietly next to his chair as he fixed Draco with a sly
grin. "But,...are you really one of my own?"
Draco nearly lost the small contents of his stomach, but was able to force it
to stay and force a small smile as well. "Thank you, My lord." he said, looking
at the ground as if he was flattered and merely being shy. "I am glad you are
so pleased with my appearance."
Voldemort smiled widely, exposing his sharp, pointed teeth and began laughing
as he moved down the table, the sound was sharp and cruel, making Draco's skin
crawl. "Yes, Draco,...." he said, taking his seat at the end of the table,
leaving Harry to sit quietly next to his chair as he fixed Draco with a sly
grin. "But,...are you really one of my own?"
Draco's throat went dry and his eyes widened a little, but he was able to add a
look of surprise just in time to simply look like he was completely shocked at
the accusation. "Whatever do you mean, My lord?" he asked, hoping to god that
he sounded adequately innocent.
"I mean, Draco,"Voldemort said, motioning to Peter, who was standing by a door
to the side of the table. "That you were, regretably, implicated as a part of a
rather fool-hardy plan to free my little pet here." Voldemort finshed his
little speech of sorts by petting Harry on the head.
Draco's sparkling grey gaze flashed from Voldemort to Peter, who was opening
the door to reveal Severus Snape. What was left of Severus Snape, would be a
better way to say it. He was wearing ragged robes that barely covered his body,
his bared skin was covered in blood, some fresh, some dried and there were some
very obvious breaks, his nose, his left arm appeared to be shattered and,
seemingly quite a few ribs were cracked if not broken in half, if Draco could
tell from the way the older man was holding everything away from his chest.
"I have no knowledge of such a plan." Draco whispered, quoting the words
Severus had spoken to him not three days before, just before the older man had
left to try and free Harry.
"Yes that's what he said you'd say." Voldemort said, smirking at Draco, whilst
Narcissa started sobbing openly into her palm.
"That's rubbish." Draco said, trying to make his voice sound strong, yet nearly
breaking at the sight of the two people he lov-cared about most sitting there,
both broken, in different ways, but with the same results. "I am loyal to you
and you alone, My lord."
Voldemort looked him up and down, his red eyes glittering strangely. "Very
well, Draco." he said, smiling again at the young boy. "I will give you one way
to put this whole incident, and these accusations against you, behind us." he
said, fixing Draco with a cruel glare.
Draco nodded curtly, his stomach curling and a dark frown to appear on his
brow. "And that is...?"
"As we all know, traitors are not allowed to live here in my inner circle.."
Voldemort said, looking around the table at the death eaters, most of which
were nodding in confirmation to his words. "Therefore, you can rid us of the
one we have." he said, looking at Draco appraisingly, smirking when the blonde
boy's eyes filled with horror.
"K-kill him?" Draco choked, earning snickers from several others around the
room. "Y-you want me to kill hi-"
"Kill him. Yes, I want you to end his pathetic life right here in front of me."
Voldemort spat. "And if you don't have the stomach for it, you can die with
him."
Draco shook his head quickly, pushing himself up, having been prepared for this
situation, he knew what to do as he rounded the table and came face-to-face
with the black-haired man who had cared for him for the last 4 years.
'Draco, you know what you must do.' Severus' voice echoed in Draco's head,
causing tears to unbiddenly well in the boy's stormy grey eyes.
'But I can't.' Draco thought, his eyes slipping over Severus' form, the mangled
body of the man who had so many times held Draco as he fell asleep, and so many
times protected him from harm.
'You must, Draco. Believe me, as much as it kills me to leave you, you need to
be kept safe.' Severus' dark eyes sparkled with tears matching Draco's.
Draco shook his head, wiping away the tears cascading down his pale-as-snow
cheeks. "No I don't." he said aloud, walking over to Severus and throwing his
arms carefully around the broken man. "I love you, and I'd die without you." he
refused to listen to the shocked gasps of horror and surprise from the other's,
focusing simply on his godfather.
"I love you too, stupid boy." Severus said, a note of amusement in his voice as
his good arm wrapped around Draco's waist.
"Let's die together." Draco whispered, smiling at Severus, his tears falling
freely, though they weren't entirely sad tears. "Let's die together and go
somewhere better."
Severus rolled his eyes. "We're going to hell, Draco." he said, making Draco
glad that the last thing he would see of Severus was his snarky self that Draco
had fallen in love with.
Draco shrugged. "At least we won't be condemned for having sex all the time."
he said, making Severus smirk as he pulled Draco closer and their lips
connected, joining them for eternity as they were enveloped by green light..
-
THE END
I honetly have no idea how it went from Marcus/Harry to Draco/Harry to Severus/
Draco, but I hope you guys enjoyed it! :) I was so fudging depressed while
writing this, but it kind of helps. (STOP FUDGING ASKING FOR SLAVERY FICS, FOR
MY SANITY'S SAKE! THEY'RE DESTROYING ME, EVEN THOUGH THEY INFURIATE AND
FASCINATE ME! I LOVE FLUFF, LET'S STICK WITH FLUFFY LOVE AND (POSSIBLY) A BIT
OF NON-CON NOW AND AGAIN, ENOUGH SLAVERY!)
~Severa Kelsa Malfoy~
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