WOOOOT WOOOOOT!!!! My first fic to cross one hundred reviews! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!! It makes me feel so good to see you write such positive things about my work.
WARNING: in this chapter, there is some non-consensual stuff and some bad language; the fic is rated R. You've been warned.
And, as promised, an extra long chapter:
St. Brutus's Program for Incurably Homosexual Boys...
by Anonymous Bystander
Chapter Five - Advances and Foreshadow
The letter was short and not very subtle:
"Dear Mr. Malfoy,
You will meet me and Ms. Hermione Granger at Hogwarts School on July 2 at 12:00. I have sent a letter to your father explaining to him that this is because you are to be made Head Boy - which is quite possible. He will accompany you to Hogwarts where you will meet with me to discuss the situation with Harry Potter.
Thank you,
Albus Dumbledore"
Draco sighed and tossed the parchment onto his desk, looking around the room distractedly. July 2 was the day after tomorrow, and he was glad that they were finally doing something to find Harry, but he felt restless; he wanted to do something about it _now_. He hated having to sit up in his stupid room in the stupid manor with his stupid mother and his death-eater fucking stupid father.
He wanted to be with Harry. It was all he longed for, to be able to hold him, and kiss him, and...
But Harry was in danger - he thought - and he must do something about it.
He felt trapped, just like Harry.
-----
Hermione felt very awkward telling her parents that she had to go back to school in the middle of the summer. Luckily, she'd invented a very good lie: there was a summer exam course that she'd be attending.
"Everybody who's serious about the exam is taking it!" she explained to them only ten minutes after she'd received the letter from Professor Dumbledore.
Of course, the thing that Hermione's parents wanted most from Hermione was for her to do well in school, so they immediately bought the lie and took her to King's Cross.
It felt even more awkward sitting on the Hogwarts Express all by herself; it was making a special run just for her. She sat, straight-backed, and read the entire journey until the scarlet train pulled in to Hogsmede Station and she got off, starting to trek up to the castle.
When she got up to the front doors, she knocked tentatively, usure of what to do. The doors opened by themselves, and Hermione walked into the Entrance Hall all by herself as the clicking of her shoes echoed throughout the entire hall like a mysterious tapdance.
All of a sudden, there was a flash of silver and gold light, and a huge fireball appeared in the air, which quickly took form and solidified into a beautiful scarlett bird: Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix. Fawkes hooted loudly once and flew off up the Marble Staircase, leading the way to Dumbledore's office.
When they found the door, Fawkes landed on the arm of a nearby statue and shook its tail feathers roughly.
"You - you want me to grab on?" Hermione asked quietly.
Fawkes nodded, so Hermione grasped the tail feathers, which grew steadily hotter and hotter until light exploded all around Hermione, heat and light and silver enveloping her in a spinning vortex of speed.
Then, it stopped, and Hermione Granger found herself standing, quite flustered, in the office of Albus Dumbledore, still clutching Fawkes' golden feathers.
----
Darkness permeated throughout the room in which they slept, but Harry's eyes were open and his breathing quiet. He did not sleep here anymore. After one meal a day for a fortnight - each day spent in Harry's private booth in the Wallpaper Room, Harry's level of uncomfortableness had reached an all-time high for his entire life, and that included the time before his second year of Hogwarts when the Dursleys had locked Harry in his room for weeks with barely any food.
There was a sound - a light creaking. He looked down, knowing what it would mean: Mike was out of bed. What he was doing, Harry didn't know. But then there was a thump: Mike's foot on Harry's trunk, and Harry's cardboard mattress sank as Mike's full weight fell down upon it. He closed his eyes, thinking, 'Please, God, don't let this happen.'
He sat up. "What are you doing here?" he whispered accusingly.
Mike lay down next to Harry, facing him, gazing into his eyes. Harry felt weak - but no, he must remain strong and faithful.
"Draco will never know," Mike whispered into Harry's ear.
Harry opened his mouth to protest, but Mike's lips claimed his own in a searing kiss that made Harry breathless. Harry quickly went in for another one, deepening the kiss, all thoughts of Draco forgotten...
"NO!" he shouted suddenly. "This is wrong!"
"...then why does it feel...so right?" said Mike, pulling Harry in for another kiss. He tried to pull away, but Mike's body was so warm, and in just their boxers, he feld Mike's erection rubbing against his thigh...
He was drawn in...
-----
Hermione looked around the room, finally letting go of Fawkes' feathers. It was as Dumbledore's office always was, except now, Draco Malfoy was standing nervously behind one of the chairs at Dumbledore's desk.
"Ah, Miss Granger, do come in," said a smooth voice, Dumbledore's voice. "I will not waste time with pleasantries, because it seems you both are worried, and time is short, so I will cut straight to the point.
"The only way to accurately assess Harry's current position is to use what is known as the Sentium Charm. When used in conjunction from two people who are closest to the target, those people can feel exactly what the target is feeling: pain, emotion, heat, etc.
"It is too dangerous to use something more accurate, because it could give us away if Harry is in the control of Voldemort...but I don't think he is.
"Let us start. You must stand next to each other, always keeping physical contact with the other to amplify Harry's feelings."
----
Harry felt his boxers slipping away from his waist, pooling at his ankles. A wave of pleasure washed over him as the two erections ground into each other, making him arch into Mike....
----
"I am now going to perform the charm, Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger."
Dumbledore's wand raised...
----
Mike positioned himself outside of Harry's entrance, waiting, waiting...
-----
"_Sentium Sentiate!_" Dumbledore cried.
-----
Harry cried out in pleasure as he and Mike came at the very same time, cum filling him, and at exactly the same time...
----
Hermione and Draco cried out in a mix of pleasure and surprise as orgasms swept through their bodies, unexpected and unwelcome.
"Oh Dear," whispered Dumbledore solemnly.
-----
It was dark. Lord Voldemort waited silently in the room. His servant was coming soon, yes, coming, and Voldemort would treat him well, as long as there was good news.
Voldemort liked bearers of good news.
A man walked into the room. He looked exactly like Stan M. Devici. But he was not. As soon as he stepped into the room, his skin began to boil, his insides quivering. In less than a minute, he had taken the form of Lucius Malfoy.
"Appologies, my lord," he said, striding up to Voldemort's throne. "The polyjuice just wore off."
"Indeed," Voldemort drawled. "So, Malfoy, I assume you have good news...?"
"Yes, my lord. Potter is in place and ready."
"And what of Dursley?"
"As soon as we got his hair for the polyjuice potion, we modified his memory and replaced him in his home. Everything is in place, my lord, and I await your order."
Voldemort thought for a moment. "Not yet. Dumbledore is suspicious. In a few days, we wil commence..."
-----
A/N - That's the closest thing I've ever written to a cliffhanger. I hope you enjoyed it!
WARNING: in this chapter, there is some non-consensual stuff and some bad language; the fic is rated R. You've been warned.
And, as promised, an extra long chapter:
St. Brutus's Program for Incurably Homosexual Boys...
by Anonymous Bystander
Chapter Five - Advances and Foreshadow
The letter was short and not very subtle:
"Dear Mr. Malfoy,
You will meet me and Ms. Hermione Granger at Hogwarts School on July 2 at 12:00. I have sent a letter to your father explaining to him that this is because you are to be made Head Boy - which is quite possible. He will accompany you to Hogwarts where you will meet with me to discuss the situation with Harry Potter.
Thank you,
Albus Dumbledore"
Draco sighed and tossed the parchment onto his desk, looking around the room distractedly. July 2 was the day after tomorrow, and he was glad that they were finally doing something to find Harry, but he felt restless; he wanted to do something about it _now_. He hated having to sit up in his stupid room in the stupid manor with his stupid mother and his death-eater fucking stupid father.
He wanted to be with Harry. It was all he longed for, to be able to hold him, and kiss him, and...
But Harry was in danger - he thought - and he must do something about it.
He felt trapped, just like Harry.
-----
Hermione felt very awkward telling her parents that she had to go back to school in the middle of the summer. Luckily, she'd invented a very good lie: there was a summer exam course that she'd be attending.
"Everybody who's serious about the exam is taking it!" she explained to them only ten minutes after she'd received the letter from Professor Dumbledore.
Of course, the thing that Hermione's parents wanted most from Hermione was for her to do well in school, so they immediately bought the lie and took her to King's Cross.
It felt even more awkward sitting on the Hogwarts Express all by herself; it was making a special run just for her. She sat, straight-backed, and read the entire journey until the scarlet train pulled in to Hogsmede Station and she got off, starting to trek up to the castle.
When she got up to the front doors, she knocked tentatively, usure of what to do. The doors opened by themselves, and Hermione walked into the Entrance Hall all by herself as the clicking of her shoes echoed throughout the entire hall like a mysterious tapdance.
All of a sudden, there was a flash of silver and gold light, and a huge fireball appeared in the air, which quickly took form and solidified into a beautiful scarlett bird: Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix. Fawkes hooted loudly once and flew off up the Marble Staircase, leading the way to Dumbledore's office.
When they found the door, Fawkes landed on the arm of a nearby statue and shook its tail feathers roughly.
"You - you want me to grab on?" Hermione asked quietly.
Fawkes nodded, so Hermione grasped the tail feathers, which grew steadily hotter and hotter until light exploded all around Hermione, heat and light and silver enveloping her in a spinning vortex of speed.
Then, it stopped, and Hermione Granger found herself standing, quite flustered, in the office of Albus Dumbledore, still clutching Fawkes' golden feathers.
----
Darkness permeated throughout the room in which they slept, but Harry's eyes were open and his breathing quiet. He did not sleep here anymore. After one meal a day for a fortnight - each day spent in Harry's private booth in the Wallpaper Room, Harry's level of uncomfortableness had reached an all-time high for his entire life, and that included the time before his second year of Hogwarts when the Dursleys had locked Harry in his room for weeks with barely any food.
There was a sound - a light creaking. He looked down, knowing what it would mean: Mike was out of bed. What he was doing, Harry didn't know. But then there was a thump: Mike's foot on Harry's trunk, and Harry's cardboard mattress sank as Mike's full weight fell down upon it. He closed his eyes, thinking, 'Please, God, don't let this happen.'
He sat up. "What are you doing here?" he whispered accusingly.
Mike lay down next to Harry, facing him, gazing into his eyes. Harry felt weak - but no, he must remain strong and faithful.
"Draco will never know," Mike whispered into Harry's ear.
Harry opened his mouth to protest, but Mike's lips claimed his own in a searing kiss that made Harry breathless. Harry quickly went in for another one, deepening the kiss, all thoughts of Draco forgotten...
"NO!" he shouted suddenly. "This is wrong!"
"...then why does it feel...so right?" said Mike, pulling Harry in for another kiss. He tried to pull away, but Mike's body was so warm, and in just their boxers, he feld Mike's erection rubbing against his thigh...
He was drawn in...
-----
Hermione looked around the room, finally letting go of Fawkes' feathers. It was as Dumbledore's office always was, except now, Draco Malfoy was standing nervously behind one of the chairs at Dumbledore's desk.
"Ah, Miss Granger, do come in," said a smooth voice, Dumbledore's voice. "I will not waste time with pleasantries, because it seems you both are worried, and time is short, so I will cut straight to the point.
"The only way to accurately assess Harry's current position is to use what is known as the Sentium Charm. When used in conjunction from two people who are closest to the target, those people can feel exactly what the target is feeling: pain, emotion, heat, etc.
"It is too dangerous to use something more accurate, because it could give us away if Harry is in the control of Voldemort...but I don't think he is.
"Let us start. You must stand next to each other, always keeping physical contact with the other to amplify Harry's feelings."
----
Harry felt his boxers slipping away from his waist, pooling at his ankles. A wave of pleasure washed over him as the two erections ground into each other, making him arch into Mike....
----
"I am now going to perform the charm, Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger."
Dumbledore's wand raised...
----
Mike positioned himself outside of Harry's entrance, waiting, waiting...
-----
"_Sentium Sentiate!_" Dumbledore cried.
-----
Harry cried out in pleasure as he and Mike came at the very same time, cum filling him, and at exactly the same time...
----
Hermione and Draco cried out in a mix of pleasure and surprise as orgasms swept through their bodies, unexpected and unwelcome.
"Oh Dear," whispered Dumbledore solemnly.
-----
It was dark. Lord Voldemort waited silently in the room. His servant was coming soon, yes, coming, and Voldemort would treat him well, as long as there was good news.
Voldemort liked bearers of good news.
A man walked into the room. He looked exactly like Stan M. Devici. But he was not. As soon as he stepped into the room, his skin began to boil, his insides quivering. In less than a minute, he had taken the form of Lucius Malfoy.
"Appologies, my lord," he said, striding up to Voldemort's throne. "The polyjuice just wore off."
"Indeed," Voldemort drawled. "So, Malfoy, I assume you have good news...?"
"Yes, my lord. Potter is in place and ready."
"And what of Dursley?"
"As soon as we got his hair for the polyjuice potion, we modified his memory and replaced him in his home. Everything is in place, my lord, and I await your order."
Voldemort thought for a moment. "Not yet. Dumbledore is suspicious. In a few days, we wil commence..."
-----
A/N - That's the closest thing I've ever written to a cliffhanger. I hope you enjoyed it!