Traumatic Experiences
This story was randomly written by Xkidrogue and Skeledog Lover at one of our houses one random day this summer (yes we know each other, we're BFFLs…deal with it). This chapter of our story is set in some random classroom one Saturday evening in the first month or so of Harry Potter's sixth year at Hogwarts. Warnings: Slash, blackmail, oral-rape…so yeah…R&R but remember, flames are for campfires and pyromaniacs! ON WITH THE STORY!!!
Harry was backed against the wall by his best friend turned lover, Ron Weasley. He fisted his red hair and pushed his mouth onto his own. Harry's tongue explored his mouth, enjoying the interesting taste of treacle tart. He could feel Ron's hard on pressing against his leg and felt his own erection growing.
"Ron," he gasped as Ron started sucking on his neck. "I think I heard something."
"S'nothing," Ron said, moving up to his mouth.
They were kissing and making out in an animalistic fashion. That's when the door to the room opened and there stood a shocked Draco Malfoy…
'God, that's hot…wait. Did I just think that? Oh, well…it is true…no! Stop it!" Draco thought.
Draco pulled himself out of these thoughts and made his presence known when Ron started taking off Harry's school robes.
"I always knew you swung that way, Potter, but the Weasel?"
The boys broke apart quickly; Harry's face red with embarrassment and Ron's with anger.
"Well, don't mind me. I just came to get a…" Draco thought quickly, looking at the bookshelf in the corner. "A…um…are you gay?"
"What?"
"I said, are you and the Weasel gay?" He surveyed them and their position at that moment. "I would think snogging in an empty classroom counts."
"Shut your trap, ferret face."
Draco smoothed back his hair easily. "I would think you would be nicer to me."
"Why would we do that?" Ron spat.
"You wouldn't want all of Hogwarts to know of this little affair, would you?"
Both boys exchanged glances then looked back at Draco.
"Fine. What do we have to do?" Ron asked.
Harry had been surprisingly quiet through all of this. He was worried about whether a deal with Draco Malfoy was really a good idea and what it would involve…
"Harry!" Ron said. "Did you hear what that perv just said?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, terrible."
"What? You're gay, Potter. You have probably done it before already on…only god knows how many men."
"Just because we're gay, doesn't make us man-sluts like you," Ron replied angrily.
"Um…what exactly did you say you wanted me to do?" Harry asked, timidly. "I, um, didn't catch that."
"I want you to, um, suck my…" He gestured downwards. "Well, you get the idea."
Harry made a gagging sound and motioned forward as though about to spew guts all over the floor.
"Well, then, I guess I'll just have to tell Pansy and…you know how big a mouth she has."
"Okay." Harry said quickly. "I'll do it."
"Harry!" Ron screamed in protest.
"Ron," he replied as calmly as he could. "I have to do this. It's either that or explaining to the entire school what's going on…"
Ron sighed heavily but stepped back from them.
"I have one question, though." Harry started, suddenly more confident. "Why does Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince, need me to get a blow job? Surely, some other Slytherin whore would willingly agree."
Draco looked at everything but Harry. 'Wow, is that new tile on the ceiling?'
Harry looked at him, questioningly, then his eyes widened with realization. A mischievous grin came onto his face. "You're a virgin, aren't you?"
"I, well…um, you see…there's…um."
Ron's eyes widened the same as Harry's and he smirked. "Bloody hell! That's about the most entertaining thing I've ever heard. Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince…virgin?"
"Shut up. Someone will hear you."
"I should care, why?" Ron said slyly.
"Because if people find out about me being a …well…you know, the entire school will know about you two by lunch tomorrow."
They stared each other down. Harry sighed and gestured for Draco to stand in front of him. Ron turned away, disgusted at the idea of tasting Draco on Harry's lips.
They locked the door and Ron hid in the corner, hiding from a sight that was sure to cause nightmares.
Slowly, obviously repulsed, Harry pulled down Draco's pants. He saw that Draco was actually pretty well hung but just as pale as everywhere else, if not more. Wanting to get this over with, Harry engulfed it in his mouth. Draco moaned loudly and Ron grinned a bit, despite himself; this would be over quickly if he moaned at just that. Harry sucked the tip and ran his tongue down Draco's length. Draco's moaning got louder and louder as Harry pumped it in and out of his mouth.
'I'm just glad that silencing charm is on. I'd rather not be caught doing this,' Harry thought, resentfully and moodily.
"OH god, Harry! Yes, yes! HARRY!" Draco cried as he climaxed into his mouth.
Harry didn't bother hiding his disgust. He spat out Draco's seed onto the floor and made choking noises while Draco was lost in a moment of ecstasy. Ron outright puked into the corner. Harry went over to Ron and started crying on his shoulder. Ron tried to comfort the broken teen.
"It's alright, love. It's over now," he said soothingly.
"Oh, god, the taste is still in my mouth. It's so horrible," he bawled.
Ron stroked his hair and whispered softly in his ear. He turned to Draco, a fiery hatred burning in his eyes. He pushed Harry gently off of him, got up, and stormed over to Draco, who was currently in the process of redressing.
"Have you no shame? You no good, vicious, mother-fucking, bastard!" Ron yelled, shoving Draco as hard as he could.
Draco, startled by the sudden reprimand and slightly dazed by the feelings that still coursed through his blood, fell back to the floor. He barely stopped his head from hitting the stone floor and being cracked in two.
"Oi, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Draco shouted back. "I could still tell the whole fucking school about you two."
Ron wanted nothing more than for Draco to feel the anguish, pain, and repulsion he had caused Harry.
"And if you do that, we'll tell the entire school about how you were a virgin and orally raped Harry. Wouldn't your father be so proud when he found out about that; a Malfoy having to stoop to blackmail and rape?"
That had hit a nerve. If possible for his fair skin, Draco turned a shade paler.
"You—you wouldn't dare!" He tried to sound confident, but he knew that Ron would go through with it if he tried anything.
"Care to test that assumption?" Ron replied, hating every bone in the body of the worm in front of him.
"Fine, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Please, don't let my father get wind of this. I swear I will never bother you two again. Please!" Draco begged at Ron's feet. Draco was genuinely scared.
"Don't apologize to me; apologize to Harry," Ron replied, kicking Draco away from his feet and turning to look at the boy who was still in tears, attempting to perform a Scourgify spell on his mouth for the fifth time.
Draco crawled over to him and stopped about ten feet away. "I—" he began, "I'm sorry Harry Potter. I will never bother you again for as long as I live." He got up, ran to the door, unlocked it, and was gone.
Ron relocked the door. Harry was still in hysterics and it was obvious that it would not be good if anyone else were to walk in at that moment.
"Harry, love?" Ron asked softly, carefully walking towards Harry.
"How can you still call me that?" Harry cried. "I'm dirty, filthy, corrupted, tainted; you don't want me anymore, no one would."
"No, you're still you, my love. We can get past this, move on. Besides, it's not your fault. You didn't have a choice. It was so very brave of you," Ron replied, kneeling beside Harry and putting his hand on his shoulder. "I still love you. I will always love you, no matter what."
"Really? Do you mean it?" Harry sniffled, looking into Ron's eyes as Ron nodded. He was searching for that familiar look deep in his eyes, that hidden look reserved for Harry alone, that love he always saw in Ron's eyes; he could still see it and this calmed him down a little.
Ron wrapped his arms around Harry and pulled him into a gentle hug, allowing him to lean on his chest and lap. He rocked them forwards and backwards ever so slightly and began stroking his hair again. This wound was worse than any other thing Draco Malfoy could have done. It was no flesh wound, it was psychological; it would take time to heal, lots of time and calmness.
'God damn that Malfoy! How dare he do this to Harry? It should have been me; I shouldn't have let Harry do this! If I ever see that shit-headed ferret-faced bastard again, I'm gonna kill him, I swear!' Ron thought furiously.
Harry began to calm down and curled in closer to Ron.
"I love you too, Ron." These were Harry's last words before he slipped into unconsciousness. Ron grabbed the invisibility cloak from Harry's bag, slipped it over Harry's unconscious form, and levitated it back to the dormitory. Harry's sleep was dreamless that night but, Ron knew, the nightmares would come. This had scarred Harry, probably permanently.