READY FOR PART TWO?
Rating: R
Warnings: Course language, Male/Male, Uncomfortable Situations, Sexual Situations, Anal, Physical Abuse, Mental Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Molestation, Auctioning, Oral Sex, Rape, PTSD, MPreg
Parings- DOMINANT/SUBMISSIVE: Draco/Colin, Seamus/Colin (Colin/Seamus), Seamus/Dennis, Dennis/Tony (Tony/Dennis), Charlie/Sebastian (Sebastian/Charlie), Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione
. . . Enjoy . . .
Steel blue eyes slowly slipped open and glanced around the white room. Confusion set in and he blinked a few times. Pomfrey came out of her office and gave a huge smile.
"Welcome back Mr. Creevey!" She rushed forwards and conjured him a glass of water, helping him drink it. He downed the liquid as fast as he could and sighed.
"What happened?" He asked a little raspy.
"Don't worry about that just yet dear. Do you wish for me to send for your brother?" He nodded and she helped him sit up. He looked at his left side.
"Why do I have a cast on my arm and leg?" his voice was slightly panicked.
"You're lucky that's all you got!" She scolded him, a student running out to get Dennis. "You still shouldn't move much, You've been unconscious for quite some time so I was able to focus on heeling the more important things like growing your fingers back for instance and attending to your crushed pelvic and shoulder."
"What?" He blanched and she raised a brow at him.
"What's the last thing you remember?" She sat down and watched him carefully as he thought hard.
"Hermione punching me in the face." He blinked. "And that teacher taking me to you." He furrowed his brows. "Did she knock me out?"
"No, no, no." She sighed. "You have a bit of memory loss but perhaps that's for the best." She rubbed his good side. "That happened six days before this accident took place dear." Colin looked at his hands confused.
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"Professor McGonagall, Pomfrey wants to see Mr. Creevey." Dennis stood up quickly and turned to face the door. The boy at the door shuffled. "Something about your brother wanting to see you." The youngest Creevey tripped over chairs and bumped into desks, running out of the room, his teacher with a smile on her face.
"COLIN!" He dove through the door and towards the bed. Said boy smiled brightly and they hugged one another carefully. "You're ok!"
"I suppose so yea but I have some memory loss apparently. Anything after Hermione punching me is a complete blank!" He said dramatically. Dennis bit his lip at that. So he didn't remember trying to kill him? Then saving him? Or the fact that he told Seamus that he loved him? Or that he ripped up the photos of Finnigan (Which the bushy haired girl fixed and placed back in the trunk in the correct order). This could be a problem.
The door opened and a strangled sound left the boy at the doors.
"Ah Mr. Finnigan! I see you're here at your usual time." She smiled. "Seamus has a spare so he came up to see you every day during it. Now he can't remember anything that happened after the fight with Miss Granger."
"You missed a lot of work!" Dennis noted. The brunet had stopped at the doorway and gave a small smile. So he didn't remember Draco telling him to kill Dennis or their love confessions. He walked over and sat on a chair by the bed. He reached out and lightly held the smaller's hand, the cast starting from the wrist up.
"Shitty that you're left handed huh." He chuckled out. "You talk and I'll write sound good?" He looked up and the smaller smiled and nodded at him. The door opened again and Pomfrey sighed.
"He's awake now Mr. Malfoy." Colin's face lit up. Draco had come to see him. The bleached blond sat down in the chair on the opposite side of Seamus (The right).
"I should get going." The Irish accent rang out.
"Me too. I'll come see you after classes though!" He hugged his brother again and headed out after Finnigan. Colin turned his eyes to grey ones.
"I can't remember what happened after Hermione hit me just so you know." He informed. Draco nodded at him. "Why have you been visiting? Were we . . ." He paused and blushed. The Slytherin's eyes widened. He thought they had been dating? He opened and closed his mouth a few times. The spark left the smaller's eyes and his shoulders slumped. "I'll take that as a no then." Draco sighed.
"Yeah, we were." He grumbled out, taking pity on the poor guy. A squeal left the smaller and his eyes widened when he was yanked into a hug. He pulled back and looked hopefully up at the other. Malfoy closed his eyes and let out a controlled breath, leaning down and lightly pressing their lips together.
"We should probably start at day one again." He ran a hand through his hair. "You've been unconscious since September 30th and its December 12th."
"I MISSED MY BIRTHDAY?" He groaned and thumped his head off the taller's shoulder. "That sucks ass!"
"Then you'll . . . we'll" He cleared his throat. "We'll have to celebrate it when you get out." The smaller gave a bright, brilliant smile.
"R-really?" The older nodded and let the other pull him back down for a soft kiss. Fingers tangled in his hair and a shiver wracked through his body. It felt kinda . . . nice. He subconsciously slipped his tongue out and tapped the smaller's lips, said items opening and another wet muscle joining his own.
"Ehem!" They jumped apart and flushed at Pomfrey's stern face. "Perhaps you should get back to class Mr. Malfoy." She ground out. He nodded and kissed the dark blond's cheek quickly before leaving. Colin's heart was fluttering and beating hard. He was beyond ecstatic. He shifted and blinked. Didn't he usually get . . . excited when the taller looked at him, let alone kiss him! Why wasn't he hard?
Pomfrey looked over and raised her brow as the smaller stared under the covers in confusion.
"What's wrong dear?" He blushed and dropped the sheet, clearing his throat. "Oh! That. Yes well . . . uhm, you see . . ." She sighed when the door opened. "Ah! Professor Dumbledore!" She rushed over leaving a slightly nervous blond behind. She whispered frantically to the headmaster who looked over at the dark blond and sighed, walking towards him.
"As I'm sure you know by now," He started, taking a seat next to the smaller, "your pelvic was crushed when the tree limb fell on you."
"I was almost killed by a branch?" he groaned. Now that was just sad.
"Please let me finish Mr. Creevey."
"Sorry sir." He looked down at his hands as the older continued.
"Your pelvic had been crushed. Pomfrey was able to fix the bones but you may have some . . . complications still." The younger's head shot up. Dumbledore held up his hand and the shorter's breathing picked up. "You can still use the washroom just fine however it's uncertain whether or not you'll be able to get an erection again." This was one; embarrassing, two; humiliating and three; fucking devastating! "I understand that this-"
"No you don't!" He barked. "Who the hell is going to want me now?" His breathing doubled. "First I kept pre ejaculating now I can't even get it up?" Pomfrey turned bright red followed by the youngest in the room.
"You're correct, I can't begin to understand your feelings, but I do realize how difficult this must be for you. The thought of the possibility of not being able to be a father can be devastating."
"Professor." Colin said a little amused despite the recent information. "I'm gay. I don't see myself having kids that are my flesh and blood anyways. And even if men could get pregnant, I think it's a bit more than obvious what role I'd play." Dumbledore gave a small chuckle at that.
"I suppose you're right." He sighed and stood up. "I'll let you rest for a bit, Dennis will be up in an hour or so to see you."
"Great! I can tell him the wonderful news!" Colin said with fake excitement. This. Sucked. Ass.
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Dennis walked back to his common room in shock. His brother wasn't able to get off? God he must be sexually frustrated to no end!
"Hey Creevey what's up?" Harry asked. The blond just continued past him and to his dorm. Seamus pulled him aside when he reached the stares, the smaller turning shocked eyes up at him, still registering what his sibling told him.
"What's wrong? Is Colin ok?" The brunet asked with worry.
"E-eurm well for one he thinks him and Malfoy are dating." He mumbled, the Irishman clenching his jaw and nodding for the other to continue. "And he came out in front of Dumbledore," Seamus blinked. "And to top it off he can't get an erection anymore because of the accident."
"Fuck." The taller breathed out. "Poor lad."
"Would you still want him?" Dennis asked
"What?"
"Would you still date him knowing that he couldn't get hard for you?" The shorter said quietly. Seamus gave him a soft smile.
"Yes. It's not like he can't get it up because I repulse him or something. I don't need him to be hard for me to know if he's excited, it shows in his eyes." He ran a hand through his hair. "I don't need sex to live. It's nice apparently, but I wouldn't die without it."
"He's scared that Malfoy will dump him because of it and that no one will want him anymore. He's afraid that he'll end up alone and bitter like Snape." Seamus snorted at that and cleared his throat, trying not to laugh.
"Sorry, the Snape but was funny though."
"I know. I laughed too and so did Cols." He smiled. "You should go see him."
"No, he's got his love now."
"Malfoy doesn't love him and he doesn't love Malfoy, you know that. You love him and he loves you." Dennis sighed and bit his lip. "And I like you a lot too. That's why, even though you said you were dating me, I let you kiss him and visit him." The petite boy looked away and Seamus pulled him into a hug. Over the last while they had started to get a bit closer but Colin's accident had taken a huge toll on them.
The brunet tilted the younger's head up and lightly pressed their lips together. "I won't visit as much alright? I know he's alright now . . . mostly anyways . . . so I don't feel the need to check on him all the time." He lied "Let's have a day together. This Saturday, Hogsmeade, me and you, I'll pay." He winked at the smaller, arms wrapping around his neck.
"Is Seamus Finnigan offering to take me out on a date?" He asked in fake shock.
"Why yes, I believe he is." He chuckled and leaned back down, the other meeting him halfway.
"So just us? Tomorrow, just me and you? No friends?"
"I'll do my best to avoid them." He chuckled. "Find a nice table in a back corner of either the Hog's Head or the Three Broomsticks, whichever you choose. Anything you want . . . that you're of legal age to have." Seamus added as an afterthought, watching the other pout. He laughed and shook his head. "Ok, how's Colin's wounds by the way?"
"Pomfrey said he's healing really well and quite quickly now. Should be on crutches and a sling by morning but he has to take it slow. The healing process is really going to hurt apparently. He wanted out as fast as possible so she's doing her best."
"I swear to keep my eyes on you if he comes along alright love?" The younger grinned and nodded, pulling the taller down for another kiss. "Mmm you should head to bed, it's ten and we've got a big date tomorrow."
"Can I sleep in your bed again tonight? We haven't done that in a long while." The blond whispered, loosening the other's tie, one hand still around the thick neck, hands holding onto his hips.
"Hmm . . . I don't see why not." He mumbled out deeply for the smaller, feeling and watching him shiver.
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Colin hissed and gave up, tears welling up in his eyes as he pulled his bottoms back up. It was no use. He was broken! The door creaked open and he quickly closed his eyes pretending to sleep. The bed dipped next to him and fingertips brushed his good arm.
"Creevey I know you're up." Draco whispered. Colin opened his eyes and smiled bashfully up at him.
"What are you doing here?" The dark blond asked. Truth be told the older was doing his prefect duties and found himself outside of the hospital wing then, before he knew it, he was next to the small boy.
"Thought I'd say hi." He muttered. Colin shuffled over and Draco sat down next to him. The younger's head plopped on his stomach and the petite frame snuggled closer to him. He hesitantly laced his fingers in soft locks and began absentmindedly playing with them. "Colin sit up for a second." Said boy obliged and looked at the taller. Malfoy leaned down and captured the smaller's lips, slipping his tongue between his teeth and rubbing it against the other's wet muscle.
Creevey let out a heavy breath through his nose and moaned quietly, hands slipping down his waist. Draco carefully pulled his own shirt off and pressed his lips to a pale neck, a hand grasping his shoulder, pants reaching his ears.
A skilled hand slipped up a pale thigh and cupped the smaller. Colin froze and closed his eyes, the taller pulling back and looking at him confused.
"I'm sorry!" He mumbled out feeling embarrassed. The older raised his brow.
"Before you used to cum at the site of me and now you can't even get it up?"
"It's because of the accident I apparently had." He ran a hand through his hair. "I can't get it up at all. Pomfrey says I may never be able to because of how my pelvic was crushed." The Slytherin sighed and nodded. "I'm sorry."
"There's nothing to be sorry about. It's not like you did it on purpose." He looked at the pleading eyes. "I was planning on rubbing together but I'll wait until you're out of here ok?" The smaller nodded and bit his lip. "Come to Hogsmeade with me. We'll make a day of it alright?" He glanced at the other out of the corner of his eye. He watched the dark blond's head snapped up and a smile spread across it, lighting it up like the night sky.
"O-ok!"
"I should go now though. I'll see you in the morning." He quickly pressed their lips together and left, the petite boy smiling brilliantly.
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Seamus shifted and smiled, looking down at the small boy curled up on his chest. Both were only in their boxers, hair sticking up and on end. He rubbed the bare side softly, watching the other squirm and blue eyes snap open, a squeal leaving him and he tried to shuffle away.
Seamus smiled and kissed the petite boy's forehead. "Mornin' love." He whispered into his hairline, arms wrapping around the thick waist.
"Mmm morning to you too Shay. Did you have to tickle me though?" The older laughed and rubbed his back.
"Of course!" He sat up and yawned, the smaller sitting next to him and rubbing his eyes. "Ready for our big day?" Dennis gave a large smile and nodded frantically, climbing on the brunet's lap and pressing their lips together, the other laughing and returning the kiss. "Excited?"
"Yea!" He grinned and nipped the taller's bottom lip. "What time is it Shay?"
"Late enough that we don't have time for anything like that." The smaller frowned at him. "But we can slip away when we're there I'm sure." The younger smirked
"Good. Alright we need to get dressed I take it?"
"Indeed."
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The third years and up got into their small groups and started the walk to Hogsmeade. Draco agreed to stay farther back with Colin who had healed quickly over night. His arm was in a sling but that was about it. He was supposed to take it easy though.
Seamus was walking with Dean and Neville, Dennis just behind him with some boys in his year. One of them was a boy all the way from Finland! He had been sorted into Ravenclaw and was rather shy and quiet. He didn't have too much of an accent but his blond hair and blue eyes shone like nothing before.
"Hey Tony?" Dennis asked smiling at the shorter. Said boy glanced over at him and nodded. "What does your last name mean again?"
"Ripple." He mumbled out quietly, a blush spreading across his features.
"I think that's cool."
"No." The shorter muttered sadly.
"Why not?" Dennis looked at him confused.
"Because my first name means flower." The older thought for a second
"Flower Ripple?" He snickered and the Finnish boy glared.
"Shut up."
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So . . . How'd you like the first chapter?