OF COURSE I DON'T OWN ANY HARRY POTTER CHARACTER. OK THIS FAN-FIC CONTAIN SOME MATERIAL NOT SUTIBLE FOR CHILDREN LIKE (BDSM, YAOI, ANAL, ETC.) IN OTHER WORDS A BUNCH OF REALLY FUN AND KINKY STUFF.

As Harry sat in the Gryffindor common room he couldn't help but to caress his reddened hand.

"That bloody toad," Harry cursed Umbridge under his breath.

"You ok Harry," said a voice from behind. Harry turned around to see Neville standing behind him with a strange pink and yellow plant in his hand. Neville broke a piece of the strange plant and handed it to Harry.

"This will help stop the pain in your hand," said Neville, his head hanging low.

"Thanks," said Harry cautiously taking the plant and rubbing it on the back of his hand.

"Wow, it feels loads better. Thanks Neville."

"Well when you get hurt as much as me you tend to keep some Shonly vine around, just in case," said Neville.

Harry stood up and began to walk toward Neville to give him a pat on the back. Before Harry could make another step he felt his robe catch the corner of the chair and suddenly began to fall forward. Harry lay there on top of Neville, his face close enough to feel his breath, his lips close enough to kiss him. As Harry lied on top of Neville's body his mind kept telling him to apologize, tell Neville he was sorry, or just say anything, but Harry just lay there lost in Neville's eyes. Harry started to get closer and closer to Neville, his lips seconds from touching Neville's.

"You all right Harry," said the familiar voice of Ron from the dormitory staircase. Harry's mind jumped back to reality as he looked at Ron.

"Yeah, just fell," said Harry in a faint voice. Harry could feel Neville still underneath him and turned to look at him.

"I'm so sorry Neville, tripped," said Harry. "You ok."

"Fine," said Neville in the same faint voice as Harry. "Happens all the time to me." Harry helped Neville up and he, Neville, and Ron walked up to their room and went to sleep.

LATER THAT NIGHT

Harry could feel something at the end of his bed and opened his eyes and sat up to see Neville at the end of his bed. Neville began to climb on top of Harry, pushing their bodies close like they were moments before. Harry opened his mouth to ask Neville what he was doing, but before he could even get a word out Neville captured his mouth in a passionate kiss. Harry kissed him back allowing Neville's tongue to roam around his mouth. As Neville withdrew from the kiss Harry gasped a little. Neville pulled out a collar and leash from behind his back and before Harry even knew it the collar was around his neck, and he was being lead out of the bedroom and throughout the castle.

They arrived at the Room of Requirement. Neville opened the door and used the leash to lead Harry into what seemed like a dungeon. Shackles and chains hung on the walls and from the ceiling. Against the walls were several devices which Harry had never seen before. Many candles were burning on a nightstand next to a huge bed with many pillows. Harry expected to feel scared or frightened by the sight of the room, but instead felt excited about this new scenery. Neville pushed Harry onto the bed and Harry felt like he was on the most comfortable bed in the world.

"Do you trust me," Neville whispered into Harry's ear. Speechless Harry just nodded his head.

"Then from now on you do as I say," said Neville with a tone of confidence that Harry had never heard from Neville before. "From now on you are mine." Neville started to kiss on Harry's neck down to his chest. He licked and sucked on his nipples, gently biting then as his hands ran through Harry's hair. Neville continued a trail of kisses all the way down where Harry's pajama bottoms. Neville started to rub on Harry's cock, feeling the bulge under his pajama bottoms. Neville then sat himself next to Harry's head. "Pleasure me," Neville commanded. Harry instantly began kissing Neville passionately. He unbuttons Neville's pajamas and immediately started to stare at the size of Neville's cock. Harry looked at the cock with hunger in his eyes. Harry's mouth widened more than it usually did as he licked and sucked around the cock in his mouth. Harry took Neville's balls in his hand and started to play with them. Harry face dawned and expression of utter sadness when Neville withdrew his cock from Harry's mouth.

"Now it's time for some fun," said Neville in a voice so sadistic that it reminded Harry of Snape. Neville pulled out his wand and waved it in the air. The chains from the ceiling jetted down toward Harry and suspended him, his chest waist-high about the floor. Neville went to the night stand picked up a candle and what looked like a pen. Neville flicked his wand into the air and Harry was suddenly turned around so that his back was facing the floor. Neville then took the pen like item and started to slowly push it into Harry's ass. When the device was all the way in Neville tapped Harry's ass with his wand and suddenly the instrument started to grow. Harry felt it morph to the size of his own cock. Then with another tap on his ass Harry felt the device start to vibrate uncontrollably. Harry was so lost in a world of pleasure that he didn't feel the first drops of candle wax land on his chest. The wax landed in a precise spots on Harry's chest making out letters. The letters continued down to his stomach and then ended. Harry was suddenly flipped so that his chest was pointed towards the floor again. Harry felt a small tap on his ass and then the device inside of him grew even larger than his own cock and started vibrating with more power. Harry moaned loudly as the device stretched and tingled his ass.

"Harry Harry," the voice sounded as if it were coming from the room itself. Harry heard the voice again and recognized it as Ron's. "Wake up," Ron said as Harry suddenly opened his eyes and saw Ron standing over his bed.

"Time for breakfast mate, come on."

Harry look at his surroundings in shock. He could have sworn that was no dream. It felt so real, Harry thought as he got out of bed and looked at the mirror on the wall. Maybe it really was a dream it murmured to himself. As Harry looked at the mirror he couldn't believe his eyes. On his chest, exactly where the wax had landed, was a red patch of skin that spelled the words PROPERTY OF NL on it. Harry looked at the sleeping in his bed with a single candle on his nightstand, and couldn't help but wonder if it was really all just a dream. If so Harry's was determined now more than ever to get to bed earlier so he could have really good dreams.

p.s. There will be a chapter 2 to this and I promise I won't cut it off before a good part; you'll get the full thing next time.

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