I do not own Harry Potter J.K Rowling does. Rated M for BDSM :)
I got bored and was reading my old stories and I realised they weren't very good. I kinda wanted to see if I could do better, so therefore rewrite :D. No flames as I only post these so others can perhaps enjoy what I do for fun. Thanks xx
Time stands still and my breathing slows. I watch as you cross the court-yard, an internal battle raging inside me. You look so beautiful, I want to walk to you and kiss you. Looking up, I think you meet my eyes. I smile and go to lift my hand in greeting but you look over my shoulder. I slowly lower my hand. I forgot we were fighting, that you don't believe me when I say the truth. I don't know how to convince you Ron, but I miss you. I feel so alone without you by my side.
The common room is deserted at three in the morning. Everyone is asleep but me; I never sleep anymore. I spend all my time staring at the fire. I spot you out of the corner of my eye and try to shrink down into my couch, praying you won't notice me but it's to no avail. I hear the footsteps stop, a breath hitch as you spot me. I hold my breath as you decide whether to approach me or not. I let out a breath as the footsteps start up again. I close my eyes waiting for the moment I hear the door to the dorms close, but it doesn't come. I wait hoping and praying that you will leave as I don't know what to say. But you don't, of course you don't. "Harry." My name on your lips sends tremors through me. How long has it really been since I last heard you say that? I open my eyes slowly to see you standing in front of me. I don't know what to say so I just stare openly. You're right there in front of me, your eyes are pleading with mine to say something, anything. "Hi?" I want to say so much more, about how much I've missed you, how much I love you. My mind is screaming at me to speak. Yet I say nothing more, waiting for you to reply. "How did your name get in the cup?" Those words echo around my head, the question I have been asking myself for months, and the answer? "I don't know." Your eyes, once pleading turn to cold hard anger; your hands clamp into fists at your sides. "You're still lying to me, you fucking worthless..." I jump up and kiss him hard. Stopping whatever he was going to say next. Quick as a flash I remember who I'm kissing and slump away. "I….I'm so sorry!" I manage to stutter out looking at the floor, knowing that this is it, the love of my life is about to leave.
I feel hands pushing me up against a wall in the common room hard, handcuffs magically appearing on the wall with a wave of his wand. "You, Harry Bloody Potter, are going to fucking tell me how you're name go in the cup!" he grasps my hands and pulls them roughly upwards. I can't help the moan that escapes me as he forces my willing hands into the handcuffs. My feet are suddenly attached to the wall. My back suddenly feels like ice. I'm naked. I look up at you with apprehension but in my nakedness I can't hide my excitement. "So the great Harry Potter enjoys being tied up like a common slut" he utters full of contempt. I can only moan in response.
SLAP. He slaps me across the face, hard. I can feel the red imprint that his hand leaves on my face. He admires his handiwork. "I want no noise from you slut, not unless you are going to tell me how you cheated. That's what sluts do isn't it? Cheat?" He slaps me again on the other cheek and my eyes start to water. He conjures a bright pink ball gag and pushes it into my mouth. I can only moan as it pushes my mouth wide. My cock is straining to the point of pain now. This is everything I've always dreamed of.
"Aw look at Potter, all tied up and begging for more. And look at this little thing." He flicks my cock once and I buck upwards, trying desperately to gain more sensation. "Now, Now- none of that!" A flick of his wand and my torso is trapped to the wall, I can't move at all.
His hands begin to roam my body, feeling and squeezing my delicate flesh. When his hands come to my nipples, he teases them, then twists them hard. I yelp in pleasure and pain around the gag but he only slaps me again. "Be QUIET! As punishment for your inability to behave like a good whore, you can wear nipple clamps. Nothing will be able to release them except my magic and they will vibrate whenever I choose." Throughout his speech I have become more aroused then I thought possible. I'm about to cum from his words alone.
Unfortunately something gives me away. In the process of placing the first clamp he stops, looks at my straining penis and whispers a word. I scream as I feel the cool leather encircle my cock. I try to beg around the gag but it's no use. I earn myself another slap and he returns to calmly placing the nipple clamps onto my body. He stands back and admires his handy, pulling out a wizard camera as he does so. "I'm sure I'll be able to sell this for a pretty penny" he remarks as he flicks his wand, shifting my bonds until I am bent over presenting my slutty body for his camera.
When he has taken enough photos I find myself spread eagle, face first against the wall. The handcuffs have disappeared, but in their place red silk keeps me upright and open. He has spelled my body to stretch as tight as possible. I feel extremely exposed, and very aroused.
"Such a pretty ass, can you imagine what this ass will look like red and filled with my cock?" I moan again and am rewarded with a hard slap to my left cheek. "oh this is just delectable, your ass just begging for my hands," he murmurs as he slaps my right cheek. "Since you still refuse to tell me how you put your name in the cup, I think you deserve some punishment. He slapped me again and again. I lost count as the pleasure and pain overtook me. His hands strayed from my ass to the backs of my thighs, then back to my ass again. I knew I wasn't going to be able to sit for weeks and the burning would cause much embarrassment in class when I had a 'little problem' to deal with.
He grew tired of making me moan and beg around the ball gag. He stopped spanking me but instead found something else to abuse. His rough hands spread my cheeks wide as he stepped back and examined my hole lustfully. "Look at that thing, so red and just begging for my cock. I can't wait to feel your tight little hole around my cock." My hole clenched at the mere fault and he laughed slapping my butt again. He whispered a lubrication spell and roughly shoved a finger, deep in my hole and proceeded to thrust it in and out at a harrowing pace. I gasped around the ball gag at the intrusion but it didn't stop as tears filled my eye with pain. However, his unrelenting, determined thrusts continued and I eventually began to feel myself getting hard again. He forced 2 then 3 fingers into my ass hole. By now I was so thankful for the binds keeping me in place, I don't think I would have been capable of standing otherwise. "You need this don't you, you slut." He whispered thrusting his fingers more forcefully. "A whore like you will come on fingers alone." I bucked into his fingers, begging for more. He pulled them out sharply and I whined at the loss.
The ball gag disappeared and three fingers appeared at my mouth. "Suck off your disgusting mess." I willingly opened my mouth and worshiped the fingers I had been wishing for for so long. I gasped as I felt his length pushing against my entrance, the head just teasing my rim but he forced my head back to his fingers and pulled away slightly. When he deemed his fingers clean he pulled them out and placed them above my head. His cock returned, teasing my rim and ass crack. "I love the feel of this," he whispered as he ran his cock down my smooth crack. "You even removed all the hair for me like a good boy." With that he stopped all teasing and thrust into my abused hole with one long thrust. I screamed into the empty common room at the pain but he must have out a silencing charm around us as no one came. He didn't stop thrusting into my hole. He pushed deeper, reaching around to stroke my prick, bringing it back to life. I began to enjoy the feelings. Suddenly I was seeing stars as he hit some spot deep within me. I couldn't take it anymore. I started begging. "Please sir, let me come. PLEASE, I…I can't take it." The sound of my pleading was too much. With a roar Ron came inside me, his seed filling me to the brim, dripping down my leg.
He slowly came back to his sense, while my cock stayed rock hard and dripping. I continued to beg, the need to cum was too great, but he pulled out and in his place he summoned a bright purple dildo. "Like the clamps, its charmed for me alone. Just imagine tomorrow in potions, as you are trying to cut your flubberworms, this dildo pummelling your red ass for all its worth. You'll be ready to beg anyone to fuck you. Imagine that, begging Severus Snape to fuck you." I'm ashamed to find the thought doesn't decrease my arousal and I scream as Ron turns me around takes my cock to the base of his throat just once. He laughs as I attempt to buck into his throat only to be spat out again. He pulls out the camera one more time and exposes his plaything to its full inspection. I can only moan at the sensations I feel as he moves my body into the best positions for the camera.
At morning light he leaves me there and goes back to bed.
To say they are shocked to see me, a slut against the common room wall, a purple dildo shoved up my arse and vibrating harshly in the morning light is a lie. I am left there for anyone to touch and tease, the pleasure now pain.
But as my abused flesh is tortured even more, I smile. I am not the only one in love.
