Neville Longbottom, The Jerk
Harry had been studying late into the night for his O.W.L.'s and barely had the strength to pour himself into bed. To his surprise he was not the only one still awake. Neville too was wide awake, still reading his charms book in bed. Harry thought of saying something but when Neville looked at Harry, and Harry saw Nevilles dull expressionless eyes, he knew that communicating with him would only encourage Neville to speak to him more often later.
"If I have to listen to one more pathetic rant about sprouts and flower pedals from that slobbering retard I swear to God I'll knock every crooked fucking tooth out of his mouth." Harry thought to himself.
"What was that Harry?" Neville asked in a quite shaky voice as if each word hurt him as he struggled past it.
"Nothing. I didn't say anything to you. Goodnight." Harry said failing to keep anger out of his voice. Harry was surprised that he had actually spoken his thought aloud, but he didn't care.
"Oh, Okay. Night Harry" Neville replied again with the same feeble tone.
"Fuck'n goon" Harry mumbled as he pulled back his sheets. He was certain Neville had heard him because he could see the crushed look on his fat little face out of the corner of his eye.
Harry almost felt bad but remembered that Neville deserved to be treated badly, he was a friendless douche who did nothing but pester Harry with trivial facts that Harry (not being an idiot) already knew, even more annoying was Neville's lack of confidence and inability to articulate his sad half-thoughts. Harry remembered reading about Aspergers in a muggle magazine, Harry was almost certain Neville had it, though no one in the wizarding world could diagnosis him. Harry thought about the ethics of mercy killing and started to drift off to sleep.
Harry was awoken in the middle of the night. He did not wake suddenly, but something, a rustling sound had grabbed him from sleep. Over the sound was something else, breathing. Still half asleep Harry reached for his wand thinking that someone was in trouble. By the time Harry grabbed his wand though it was clear what the sound had been, sheets moving, a soft rhythmic thumping. Neville was masturbating.
Harry kept quiet a second to be sure, and he was now confident that he was correct. The unmistakable thwaping sound of flesh hitting meaty flesh, the labored breathing of a fat 15 year old boy. Harry looked up and saw Neville, his face above his sheets, speedily pumping his arm up and down underneath his bedding. His plump cheeks rosy with ecstasy and shame.
"Neville! what the fuck!" Harry yelled.
To Harry's surprise he did not stop. In fact Harry's yells only hastened Neville's thumping.
"Come on man, I can hear you. I can see you!" Harry exclaimed. Neville continued masturbating at a furious pace while he slowly turned his head to look at Harry.
"Holy shit man, that is weird, just stop I want to go to bed and I can't..." Harry struggled to say over Neville's heavy breath and the loud repetitive thuds, which clearly had become louder the longer Harry spoke, as if Neville were trying to shout over Harry with the sounds of him pleasuring himself, "Sleep while you are trying to pull your dick off your body!"
Still Neville did not stop, instead he turned his head back to look straight forward at nothing in particular and continued. Harry amazed and disgusted rolled over and covered his ears with his pillows. Harry had never known Neville to abuse himself, let alone to do it so fragrantly. He was a amazed none of the others had woken up. The pillows did nothing. Harry could hear every detail so well it was hard not to visualize the whole rough, dry, session of masturbation.
With some relief Harry heard Neville's pace slow, and finally come to a complete stop. Harry sighed with relief and almost began to sleep again before he heard Neville resume with renewed vigor. Harry yelled out in protest as Neville had clearly slowed only to avoid climax. It was then Harry heard Neville saying something under his breath. At first it was hard to understand, but as Neville once again increased his speed his words became more clear.
"Strangle the pain out. Strangle the pain out." Neville whispered to himself.
Harry pondered what Neville was saying for a second and again yelled at Neville to stop but again Neville only quickened his self flagellation at the sound of Harry's voice and began saying something new to himself that Harry couldn't hear well
"Got a fat ass...Got a fat ass" were the only words Harry could make out while Neville cooed to himself.
Harry could take no more, Neville was almost always intolerable and no one would mind if Harry did something drastic to end this horrific situation.
"Neville, stop!" Harry commanded as he stood up wand at the ready, "I'm serious"
Neville ignored Harry, choosing to instead mutter more obscenities to himself.
"That's it!" Harry yelled, "Crucio!"
The spell hit Neville and he writhed in pain momentarily though a bizarre smile spread across his face. Harry stood frozen, confused and offended by Neville's behavior. Neville continued muttering foul words in broken sentences until finally, mercifully he came.
Then without rolling over, or grabbing anything to clean himself up with, Neville closed his eyes and went to sleep. Still angry and confused on many levels Harry laid backed down in his bed and tried to sleep.
"I'm glad Voldemort didn't choose that moment to enter my mind," Harry said to himself "that probably would have seemed pretty queer."