There's someone in my room. I'm not sure what noise woke me, but now that I'm awake I know someone or something is on the other side of my curtains. Crab and Goyle are downstairs sleeping in the common room. Maybe kicking them out so I could be alone wasn't such a good idea.
"Who's there?"
Crawling across my bed, I throw open my curtains. Shit there's no one there. Or should I say I can't see who's there.
"Potter?"
He snatches the cloak off and hits me in the face so hard I see stars. My mouth fills with blood. The inside of my cheek a shredded mess.
"What did you call me?"
"Voldermort"
"I said …Voldermort"
He regards me. He regards the situation. Should he punish me for my mistake now or later? I jam my tongue into the inside of my cheek while he stares at me. Standing there, his head cocked to the side, jeez, my worst fear dressed in the body of my worst enemy.
Ohhh! If only Potter knew what Voldermort did with his body at night. To see his face when the memories finally surface. I hope he's balls deep in that Weasley girl, when he gets a flashback of the night I spent 40 minutes trying to fish my wand out of his ass.
My god I can't list all the things I've put into him. Hell, lost in him. I must have smiled because the asshole hits the other side of my face. Fuck that stings. He rears back to hit me again. I dodge him, and make a mad dash for the head of my bed. I don't get far though. He's on me in flash. I slide on the covers and end up on my stomach splayed like a frog. He sits on my back, crushing my body into the bed. I can't breathe at all. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back hard enough to lift my chest off the bed. He pulls and pulls and there's a moment that it's too much. That my back just might break. He holds me there. Right on the edge of too far.
I feel something cold on my ass and realize he's spit on my crack. I try to relax for what's to come next but he gives me no time. He just jams his thumb in my asshole. Searing pain and pressure are all that I am. My cock jumps under me, crushed between my stomach and the bed. His thumb is only in maybe an inch but it feels like a fucking tree limb. A jagged tree limb. No, drift wood. A jagged piece of drift wood is slowly, forcefully being worked into my ass. God it feels good.
" Aaauuuhhhh!"
" Deeper!"
I'm going to come!
Damn! I must have given myself away, because before I can let go, he takes his hand away and lets go of my hair. OW! It hurts so much to be laying flat after being curled back like that, that I can't move or think for some time. I just lie there unable to move.
"Get up."
"I want you over the footboard."
"Not the headboard?"
I like it over the headboard. When he really goes at me, my head slams into the wall behind it. Or he'll take my face and smash it into the mirror above the headboard. Good times.
"No. I want you facing the doorway in case Crab and Goyle come in. I might just offer them your ass. What do you think they'd do to you if I did?"
Just thinking of what those two gorillas would do to me, if I was ever at their mercy, have me racing to fling myself over the wooden footboard at the end of my bed.
It's cold and hard. Hits me right below the ribs. I grab the bed posts and lean forward. This position is extremely uncomfortable. My arms are fully extended. The wood's cutting into my stomach. My knees are sinking into the space where the bed meets the footboard. Voldermort/Harry crawls back onto the bed. His weight causes me to shift into the wood digging into my stomach. It's starting to hurt. If this is just from him crawling toward me, this is going to get "real", real quick.
I feel him at my back. But he comes no closer. When he makes no attempt to come closer I start to get pissed, but then I hear the bottle of my lube pop open. Yes it's a sound I recognized. And the fact that this is the first time he's ever used lube demands acknowledgement. He tosses the bottle across the room. Shit I have to remember to find that bottle later. I feel his index finger at the entrance of my business end. He gently inserts it, then slams it in to the last knuckle. Bastard. Then he works in a second finger. Then a third. At the fourth I have to really concentrate on my breathing. Exhale…inhale…relax. After a moment to adjust, he starts working his fingers in and out of me. The stretching pain starts to feels really good. I'm suddenly aware that I'm grunting, and have been all along. I'm so close.
"What do you want?"
"I want Harry's huge dick in my ass!"
I flinch, waiting for the hit. But it doesn't come.
"No. That's not what you want. What do you want."
"I…I…want …I want your fist? I want your fucking fist! I want your whole hand right up my ass! Now!"
He adds his thumb to the fingers in my ass and I think, maybe I've made a mistake. Maybe I can't take it. I start to pull away and he grabs my hair again. Pulling my head back, and back. Fuck that hurts.
"you can take it."
"Aaauugghh!"
"You can take it."
He moves his hand further in. He's working past the huge knuckle on his thumb and I'm braking on a molecular level. I imagine my asshole. It's completely smooth now. Pulled open. Pink and shiny. It's at its limit. It's gonna tear. God help me it feels so good being literally torn asunder by this monster. And then his hand just sort of pops in. He's in me to the wrist now. My asshole can't cope. It's seizing around his wrist, just twitching away. My prostate is sitting on top his fucking fist like a prom queen in a float car at homecoming and she feels like the luckiest girl in the world. My dick is so hard that even bent over this bed like this it's touching the wood. It's face is pressed into the footboard, it's little lips giving it a kiss. I'm gripping the posts so tightly my arms are shaking like mad. It's like every nerve ending I have is on fire. The pleasure is so intense it's pain. It feels too good. Fuck! I can feel his pulse through his wrist in my ass.
"Too much!"
"Oh god…it's too much…I…I..too much…"
I'm past words. Past everything . Just when I think I going to die, I am going to die right here on Harry's arm, this son-of-a-bitch grabs my dick and starts squeezing. To say I screamed would be a lie. It's more like I screamed in reverse. I actually sucked sound out to the room. Then! THEN! The god-damn-son-of-a-bitch starts pumping his arm in and out of my ass. I'm keening . I'm shaking. I'm dying. I'm flying. He's bent over me. Jackhammering his fist in my ass, cranking my dick for all it's worth. My mind blanks clean. The world disappears. All I have is sound. The wet sick meaty sounds of totally depravity. I have left my mind. I am nothing but a hole and a dick. I am way out on the corner of fucked up and evil and I can't ever go back. And then I'm coming! I AM COMING!My soul is coming out the head of my dick. My organs. My life. I come everything I am. I come so much, so hard that somehow, I come all over my own face. I manage a short hysterical giggle before I completely collapse forward. I can't move. Couldn't if my life depended on it. My ass is still wide open. Gaping like a mouth. Its shock at what just happened, as great as mine. I'm pondering if my ass will ever close again.
Voldermort is halfway across the room when he says softly, "congratulations, I've chosen you to be the one to kill Dumbledore ".
I'm crying by the time the door closes behind him.
