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  Series:
      Part 2 of The_Harry_Potter_Series
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      Published: 2015-05-21 Words: 2387
****** Kill You ******
by JadeFalcon
Summary
     Harry and Hermione get into a violent fight after Ron leaves them
     while hunting for Godric Gryffindor's Sword in the Forest Of Dean.
      
      
     WARNING: Story contains underage characters and graphic violence!
Notes
     This very twisted story popped into my equally-twisted head about a
     month ago as I was falling asleep in bed. It's been nagging at me,
     and now I have to do something about it. It's a One-Shot and one
     chapter long.
     WARNING: This story contains graphic violence and very disturbing
     scenarios. Read at your own risk.
See the end of the work for more notes
It was the Horcrux.  Ron must have left it behind when he stormed out of the
tent.
Despite Hermione's yelling, Ron didn't return.
"God, I wish you'd shut the fuck up!"
Hermione wheeled on Harry, seething.  "How can you say that?!  We need him
Harry!"
"Well, yelling about it isn't going to bring him back!"
"It's not like you're doing anything!  Worthless sack of shit!  Always bitching
about your scar!"
Harry rushed forward and slapped Hermione across the face as hard as he could. 
"You fucking CUNT!"
After stumbling back, her eyes went wide with rage and her teeth bared in a
savage snarl.
"Yo....you....ASSHOLE!"
Hermione launched herself at Harry; hands clawing at his face, screaming.  "You
FUCKING ASSHOLE!"
She tackled Harry with far more strength than he thought her capable of.  Both
tumbled to the ground.
"I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!" she screamed.
Harry let out a snarl of rage and flailed against her as she rained blows down
on his face and torso.  After a second, he grabbed a clump of her brown locks
and jerked her to his left savagely.  She rolled off of him, and he rolled on
top of her; pinning her to the floor.
Before he knew it, he was raining down powerful blows.  One punch fractured her
jaw and sent two teeth flying.  Another blow snapped her head sideways as his
fist connected solidly with her cheek.  He followed the blow up with a savage
punch to her chest, which caused her to groan and cough; her whole torso
shuddering in agony.  She rolled to her side, whimpering; clutching her chest.
"Not so tough now, are you, you little whore!"
Harry was panting violently and brought his hand up to wipe the blood from his
cut lips and scratched cheeks.  He growled in anger.
Reaching towards the side of the tent, he snatched an extra piece of rope that
they had brought along in their gear.  It had been put to good use around the
campsite and tent.
He would put it to good use now too.
Hermione was gasping and sobbing on her side as he looped the rope around her
neck from behind her.  She feebly reached up to claw at the rope, but it was no
use.
Yanking her body, he maneuvered the girl onto her stomach.  He sat on her back,
and began to pull violently on the rope.
"Die, you fucking bitch!" he spat.  "Always mouthing off!"
She choked violently and gasped a small gulp of air before her airway cut off
completely.  She kicked in panic and tossed her torso from side-to-side, trying
to throw the stronger boy off.
But it was no use.
Harry snarled in effort as he twisted the two halves of the rope around one-
another behind Hermione's neck.  With all of his strength, he pulled them taunt
with each hand.  He rocked his body back, using the strong muscles of his torso
to savagely choke the life from the brunette girl.
Hermione gurgled wetly as her broken esophagus collapsed.  Her body spasmed
grotesquely as her brain lost consciousness.  Her trembling limbs went limp.
But this wasn't enough for Harry.  He didn't just simply want to choke her
unconscious.  He wanted to make sure she never regained consciousness.
Never, never again.
He growled as he continued to jerk the rope violently.  He held the rope in
place for two solid minutes.  Just to be sure.
As he did so, he felt a flush in his lower torso.  His cock began to stir.
He let out a cackle and humped his growing bulge against the back of the now-
lifeless body.  His heart-rate soared and his penis filled out solidly in
excitement.
He panted in arousal.  "Yeah baby, that's right."
He let go of the rope and yanked it off.  After tossing it aside, he rose to
his knees and rolled the corpse over to admire his handiwork.
It's eyes were bloodshot; open and staring dispassionately at nothing.  A
single drying stream of blood ran from it's mouth over the cheek.  The lips
were bloody and blue.  The skin of the face was paper-white.
Harry breathed in arousal.  "Fucking Merlin, look at you..."
He arched his body over the lifeless one and ran his hands through the soft
brown curls splayed out from the head of his victim.  He darted his tongue out
to lick the cooling skin on the face of the corpse.
"Fuck!" he gasped.  Before he knew what he was doing, he was licking and
sucking the smooth face.  Cupping one cheek, he smashed his lips against the
bloody cut ones.  He licked and sucked at the dull lips; threading his tongue
between them to kiss savagely at the limp mouth.
After a minute, he withdrew with a sickening plop.  He stroked the soft cheek
of his freshly-killed cadaver.
"Mine," he whispered.  "All mine."  He nuzzled his nose against the other.
Pulling back, he quickly began pulling and tearing at the clothes of the body
beneath him.  First the blouse; exposing the beautiful tits encased in a black
lace bra.  Then savagely tearing the jeans off to expose black lace panties
curving along the beautiful ass of the pale corpse.
"Fuck..."
He reached out to trace his hands over the cooling skin; still soft and just
slightly warm from its just-ended life.  His calloused hands traced the
stomach; touching each little blemish and admiring the beautiful sight.  Each
little scar, freckle, or mole that met his fingers aroused him even more.
Soon, he was lavishing wet and hurried kisses along the still skin of the
tummy, stopping to dip his tongue into the navel.
God, it tastes amazing!
He stood up slowly after lavishing the body in kisses and licks.  He gazed down
at the corpse.
Harry sighed, rubbing his crotch obscenely.  His cock was rock-hard and aching
to be let out.
He quickly shucked off his shirt and wrestled his belt and jeans down his legs
and off, along with his shoes.  He stood over the beautiful body clad only in
his underwear.
"What do you think, baby?"
The corpse said nothing.  The bloodshot eyes regarded him impassively.
He lowered his underwear, and his penis sprung upward.  The engorged organ
pulsed with his heartbeat as it drooled precum from his piss slit.  He groaned
and bit his lip as he ran his hand gently over his beloved cock.  It throbbed
in his hand as he began to masturbate slowly.
"You like that?"
The cadaver only continued to regard him absently.
Harry lowered himself back down onto the lifeless torso.  He hissed in pleasure
as the hot skin of his penis met the cool, smooth skin of his new toy.  He
rubbed his leaking organ over the pale abdomen, smearing the fluid of his
arousal on the bare skin.
He gasped and leaned forward to bite the jawline.  He slowly traced his bites
down to the soft skin of the corpse's neck and shoulders.  Harry reached down
to frot his cock against the cool skin of the lifeless tummy.
Sitting up suddenly, he grasped the black bra in both hands and yanked the
fabric savagely.  The garment popped open, releasing two beautiful breasts
capped with light brown nipples.  They jiggled as he pulled both straps until
they broke and tossed the torn garment aside carelessly.
Harry smiled as he gazed down at the chest of his claimed object.  Reaching
out, he cupped the smooth, cool skin, and fondled the tits reverently.  He
traced the nipples; plucking them with his fingers and tracing the crinkled
skin of the areolas.
But that wasn't enough for him.
Leaning down, he sucked the nipple of the right breast into his mouth.  He
moaned loudly as his cock throbbed in approval.
Fuck, you taste delicious baby!
Harry bit and pulled on the nipple with his teeth and sucked savagely at the
soft flesh.  He reached his arms under the cadaver to pull and hug it close to
him as his eyes closed in bliss.  He continued to moan as he suckled happily at
the tit offered freely to him.
He spent numerous minutes with both breasts, sucking each one greedily.  He had
never felt so nurtured; so loved before.  That this corpse would offer itself
to him in such a way was beautiful.  A sign of love and trust.  He nursed each
nipple, rolling his eyes up towards the face of his stiffening counterpart;
seeking approval.
He got it.
Reaching down, Harry traced his fingers along the edge of the soft lace
panties.  Without much thought, he hooked his fingers into them and drew the
garment down and off the legs.
He gazed down.
Fucking Merlin...
The body had a small strip of soft brown pubic hair, neatly shaved.
"Been keeping that trimmed for me, baby?"
He shifted his body down and spread the legs of his new toy.  But the limbs
were already stiffening with rigor mortis.
"Come on, baby, don't be difficult...there you go...."  He bent each knee, and
firmly pressed on each thigh until the legs bent upwards; inviting him to the
most private of places.  He rested the ankles on his shoulders; turning to give
each one an open-mouth kiss.
Looking down, he gazed at the beautiful flesh offered to him.  The lips of the
outer labia were pale pink and smooth.  The flesh of the clitoris was pale
white from lack of blood flow.  Below the vagina, the anus; smooth and clean.
Not that it would have bothered Harry either way.
Leaning down, he inhaled the faint scent of the arousal he knew was all for
him.  Smiling, he firmly peeled open the vagina with each of his thumbs,
exposing the inner lips of the labia.  He snaked his tongue out and licked
first one side, then the other.  On the second pass over the cooling flesh, he
paused over the exposed clitoris and tongued the nub firmly.  He sucked the
little organ between his lips greedily.
Once he released it, he repeated his ministrations.  This time, however, he
peeled the vagina open as far as he could and worked his tongue into the
orifice.  He snaked his tongue greedily into the hole until his nose and lips
were pressed firmly against the flesh.
Harry spent time slurping and sucking at the pale pussy flesh.  He wanted it to
be properly prepared for his length.
Finally, he rose up on his knees and looked at the face of the corpse.
"You a virgin, baby?"
As before, the eyes looked on dispassionately.
But Harry knew the answer deep within those eyes.  And they gave him
permission.
"Well, let's find out..."
He shuffled forward and rubbed the head of his oozing cock against the cold,
soft flesh of the opening.  He pressed his penis firmly into the orifice. 
Slowly, the flesh gave way as his penis sank deeper into the vagina.
Just a little over half-way to full-sheath, his glands came to rest against a
soft membrane.  It was very, very slightly warm.
Harry gasped.  "Fuck, you are a virgin!  Baby, I'm gonna be your first?  Fuck
yeah!"
He shoved his rock-hard cock forward violently, ripping his way through the
thin flesh of the hymen.
Harry arched his back and threw his head back as he cried out in pleasure. 
"AAAAHHH, fuck!  Fuck yeah!  So soft!  So fucking soft!"
His hips finally came to rest against the hips of his fresh cadaver.  His balls
laid against the lower portion of the vaginal opening.
Grunting obscenely, Harry started a rhythm; drawing his cock out and slamming
back in.  The cool, soft flesh of the pussy gripped his cock like a vise.
"Fuck baby, you're so tight!"
The sounds of flesh slapping flesh echoed sharply around the tent as he pounded
savagely into the cold vagina.  The lifeless corpse jerked and shook with the
force of Harry's thrusts; its limbs shaking limply.  The brown-capped tits
jiggled in rhythm with the motion of the grotesque act.  He kept his rhythm
going for ten minutes; stopping and starting as his balls boiled up a fresh
load of sperm for his impending orgasm.  All the while, the face of the corpse
remained expressionless.
Finally, as he felt his balls hitch for the final time, he could hold back no
longer.  As his orgasm approached, he desperately wanted to lean forward and
press his forehead against the cool lifeless one.  Harry tried, but by now the
limbs were too stiff.  With a calf from each leg on each of his shoulders, he
could get no closer than to fondle a breast with each hand as his climax ripped
itself from his body.
"Fuck...fuck I...I'm gonna cum...gonna...aahhh....FUCK!"
Deep inside the lifeless vagina, his cock erupted in thick, hot pulses of
sperm-filled cum.  His body spasmed violently, and he cried out in blissful
pleasure as he filled the corpse with his white-hot semen.  With each pulse of
his ejaculation, his body jolted and shivered uncontrollably.
Eleven pulses total of ejaculate.  That's how strong Harry James Potter's
orgasm was as he spurted his sperm deep into the lifeless body.
His breathing slowed as his climax subsided.  He slowly ceased his thrusting
and simply enjoyed the wonderful feeling of the cold pussy wrapped around his
softening cock.
"Fuck, baby, you took all of that like a pro..." he murmured.
Suddenly, light shown over Harry and the corpse as the tent flap was thrown
back.  Streams of sunlight poured in as Harry swung his gaze wildly towards the
opening.
Ron was standing there, surveying the scene before him.
He stepped further into the tent, slowly.  Harry bit his bottom lip and
followed Ron with his eyes as he slowly made his way towards him.
He stopped beside the fresh cadaver.
"I came back for the Horcrux," he murmured, staring down at the grotesque
display.
Harry said nothing.  He breathed heavily as he gazed up at the freckled face of
his best friend with wide eyes.
Ron slowly turned his gaze towards his raven-haired friend.
A sadistic smile blossomed over his face as his eyes went cold.  He reached for
his belt; pulling it open.
"I don't want sloppy seconds, mate," he said.  "I'll fuck her tight little
arse."
Harry just smiled and nodded.
 
                                     ~FIN~
End Notes
     Notice how I never used Hermione's name (or any word to describe her
     directly) after she dies. Nothing to describe her as being anything
     but an object. Because, to Harry, that's what she's become: his
     object. His toy. She's no longer a person.
     Thank you for reading! Comments are greatly appreciated.
     PS: I hope you're not too traumatized.
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