A/N: Guess who's back, back again- DeliciousNewYork is back, tell a friend
Sinister Sex
"Neville," Hermione started, out of breath, she had finally cornered the other boy who had a surprising amount of stamina considering his chubbiness. On the other hand his dick lasted for like thirty minutes when they were doing it, so maybe he was in better shape than was visibly apparent.
"Oh hey, Hermione, didn't see you there, I was just on my evening run," Neville laughed awkwardly as he turned to face his lover. Hermione raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
"I'm not stupid Neville; I know you want to kill Ron because you caught us hobnobbing."
"I just hate seeing other men hob on your nobs," Neville conceded, looking down at Hermione's nobs hungrily.
"I'm sorry, Neville, but I'm just too much woman for one man to handle." Hermione replied. Neville scowled at her his throbbing baton declaring that it would someday prove her wrong. But in the meantime, he knew the only way he could have her all to himself was to get rid of her other fuck-buddies.
"Soon you'll learn that I'm capable of more than you give me credit for," Neville said cryptically.
"By that are we going back to that killing Ron thing?" Hermione asked casually.
"Yeah, that's sort of where I was headed," He nodded.
"Ok," Hermione said shrugging, "Go for it."
Neville's eyes widened in confusion as Hermione continued to act entirely nonchalant.
"Really?" Neville asked, his baton getting ready for some twirling, murder always got him off.
"Yeah, really," Hermione said. She couldn't take Neville too seriously, after all he had a little nose, and boys with little noses could never be taken too seriously. His attempt would be comical enough, and might even scare her long-nosed boyfriend into giving a little more thought to his actions, like pleasing his girlfriend. She'd been begging him to let her try a strap-on on him and he kept saying that, that was only for pumpkin-pasties. Maybe after this near death experience he'd be a little more open to living his life to the fullest and being fucked up the ass by his girlfriend.
Meanwhile…
"I don't know…" Draco started slowly as Ginny explained to him her plan.
"Oh come on, the discomfort is mild at worst and it's the only way that you can really get him to fall in love with you or at least play penis hockey with you," Ginny proceeded.
"Well, how exactly am I supposed to do it, you know, like are there books on this stuff?" Draco asked livening up to the idea at the term penis hockey. He needed some serious two person action as his arm was getting sore and mouth dry from the spit and hit.
"Don't worry about it, I can show you… I've read up on it." Ginny explained with a grin. She led Draco down a secret compartment in the floor of the sex stall, down to her laboratory.
In an entirely different part of the Hogwarts grounds…
Snape was running, desperately trying to escape the gruff canine-like man following behind him, as well as trying to escape the desires of his soul. The canine-like-instincts of Remus allowed him to overtake Snape's meager speed and in a matter of seconds Snape was lying in a dewy patch of grass with the large and gruff werewolf, now nearly fully transformed atop him.
At last, Ginny's voice murmured with Snape's jizz-shampooed head.
I mean, stop it you disgusting beast-
Disgusting sexy beast of passionate erotica! Ginny's voice continued
No never, I really don't want to have sex with this thing!
Then why is your doggy toy squeaking so passionately?
That… Just happens, for no apparent reason, I think it's-
Gay? And attracted to wild animalistic beasts?
No. I meant it's just needing some FEMALE attention, that's all. At that thought Snape's Doggy Toy seemed to pop deflating into a little rubber dangly with a broken squeaker. Remus seemed fairly disappointed at this fact since he was using the large bulge in Snape's pants to scratch his belly. In fact, Remus was so angered by this that he began growling angrily.
"Yeah big bad doggy, ravish me!" A foreign voice hissed from Snape's mouth and at that Remus pounced and immediately began goring Snape's neck. Blood poured from the ragged bite and stained the dark fur on Remus's muzzle. Snape screamed in pain as Remus continued down his body making a snack of Snape's abdomen.
He writhed in pain and pleasure stripping the dark robes from his body and allowing Remus to indulge in him. The harsh tearing of Remus's fangs lessened and lessened as he continued on until he was licking Snape's happy trail and teething his doggy biscuit. His body was loosing its gruff qualities and soon the fur seemed to be sucked back in to Remus's flesh and he lay exhausted on top of naked, bloody Snape in a naked, bloody heap. The sun had come up.
That morning…
As Harry awoke from his erotic dreams of bestial desire he realized that he could not bear being separated from his love for one second more. Harry sprung from his bed clad in his butterfly thong and a night cap and rushed to the door. Propelling himself from his dormitory he nearly landed atop a smaller pudgy boy.
"Oh, sorry Neville," Harry muttered darting around him.
"Nice outfit, where you headed?" Neville asked in a sinister voice.
"I'm meeting my girlfriend," Harry said, beaming. For he and Horny really were more serious than just a shallow hook-up.
"Oh really?" Neville asked grinding his teeth.
"Well, I haven't really asked her if she'd be my official girlfriend just yet, but… well, I saw her with another man the other night, and I just realized I need her all to myself. You know? I really love her," He swooned at the thought of having Horny all to himself. He would go to her and they would just be together, he didn't care what Draco did to him or what he had to do to Draco, for Horny, it was worth it. Harry's own horn stood up at this glorious thought and he pushed past Neville.
"Not so fast, Potter!" Neville yelled pouncing onto Harry's back. Harry fell over in shock, his thong clad ass pointing to the ceiling.
So this is how Neville likes to play, Harry thought to himself. Clearly seeing me dressed so sexily has turned him on. While there was a definitely erotic quality about having Neville astride his back, Harry had committed himself to his one true love, Horny.
"Neville, no. Get off of me, I love her, I'm sorry," Harry refused, trying to expel Neville from his back. Neville rang his hands around Harry's neck, violently. Harry got Goosebumps as the collar like sensation that made his face turn red. Neville's fingers clawed at Harry's face and suddenly Harry understood, Neville new about Harry's love for horses and was trying to arouse him by making his hands into a sort of bridal. Harry had to admit, it was working. He squirmed in Neville's hands trying to break free but feeling as though he was succumbing to Neville's seduction. As Harry wriggled around Neville lost his grip and he broke free. He turned, staring at the other boy.
Neville narrowed his eyes angrily. There was no way Harry was getting away from him. It was clear that Harry was Hermione's primary fuck-buddy from the way that she easily sacrificed Ron, so Neville had to kill Harry; it was his only way to have Hermione to himself. Neville was disgusted at the idea that Harry assumed his love for Hermione was the same as his.(For, obviously, Neville assumed Harry's would-be-girlfriend was Hermione.) Neville grinned evilly as Harry stared back at him with a look of confusion and something else was that fear or-
Harry couldn't help himself, his horn had overtaken his heart and his horn needed him to taste Neville's pink lips. Neville froze as Harry captured his lips in a kiss, pressing his horn up against Neville.
Meanwhile…
Draco shuddered as Ginny made the preparations, potions, spells incantations; this was going to get a bit messy.
"When we're done here, all you have to do is kill that unicorn and Harry will be all yours," Ginny said, smiling evilly to herself, only a matter of time and she'd be drinking a unicorn blood smoothie, both tasty and life-lengthening.
A/N: give it to me baby, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, give it to me baby uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
