Title: The Man Who Sold the World
Author: Bleed Black
Disclaimer: I don't (unfortunately) have anything to do with Harry Potter. Actually, I don't have much of anything to do with anything. I just write my own fics, ok? If you don't like it, don't complain to me. Am I making you read the story? No, though many people think I have cast spells on them to make them like me. If you decide to come after me, all you will get is a few Johnny Depp posters and a pair of very uncomfortable shoes. Oh and a new note – many of my chapter titles, such as this one, as well as the story title are not my own creation, they're song titles by cool bands. Gotta thank Nirvana for the title and this chapter. AFI for the prologue.
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Okay so now it's 7th year. Are you all keeping up? I hope so! Let me know what you think of my little fic. I love reviews! Actually, I also love flames, because they're hilarious. And fire flames are awesome. Pyro pyro pyro!
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Chapter 1 – Come As You Are
Harry woke in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat. Every night for the last 6 months Harry had relived that night - his battle with Dumbledore, against Voldemort, deserted by both Ron and Hermione for the first time in his life - the defining night in the trio's relationship.
In the beginning, everything had been about Harry. Hermione and Ron would have done anything for him. Harry was the number one priority. After that night, everything was different. Ron and Hermione finally started going out, like Harry had always thought they should.
But it wasn't what he expected. Suddenly the threesome had become a couple, with Harry on the side, as though in the way. Ron and Hermione spent more and more time alone, talking walks by the lake, cuddling behind bushes or in the commonroom late at night, or talking in class. Ron no longer sat with Harry at meals or in classes; he sat with Hermione.
At first, Harry appreciated no longer being the center of attention. After a while though, he felt as though he was being completely ignored. Too often he caught the pair of them making out, Hermione's fingers lost in Ron's hair, Ron's hands disappeared up Hermione's shirt.
Harry hated that seeing them together made him angry. He didn't want to be mad at his best friends, but he just got so disgusted. He was so desperate; he started hanging around with Ginny, Neville, and Colin Creevy. Hermione and Ron took no notice of the decrease in Harry's presence, and Ginny, Neville, and Colin were too happy to be with Harry to care.
No one seemed to notice anything, except for Malfoy. He took great joy in antagonizing the couple whenever possible, and was nothing less than elated when he ran into Harry, sitting alone, abandoned by his former friends.
Harry was coming close to a state of complete numbness. He had given up responding to Draco's taunts, and took no joy in quidditch. Every night he still sliced open his arm. The night he had talked to Hermione had been the beginning of that, with no end in sight. Nothing mattered anymore, because no one seemed to think Harry mattered.
It was as though Harry Potter had died with Dumbledore, but his body was still walking around, going through the motions of living.
One night Harry lay in bed, still bleeding from his usual cutting ritual, reflecting on the beginning of 6th year. "The big one" Ron had called it, because he was determined to hook up with Hermione that year.
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Harry and Ron sat on Harry's bed, on the first night of term, with the bed hangings closed. Harry had decided tonight would be the unveiling night. Ron was going to see all of Harry's tricks, muggle and magic.
"You're going to try some of this on me, okay?" Harry asked Ron before starting.
"But Harry, you're a guy."
"Trust me, Ron. You don't want to try and win Hermione over with this stuff if you haven't tried it first." Ron opened his mouth to object. "Wait a second." Harry reached under his pillow and pulled out a couple bottles. "This is polyjuice potion. It will turn me into Hermione. But before I drink it, I'm going to show you a couple things. Then I'll turn into Hermione and you can try it on me."
"Harry, this is gonna be too weird. I mean, I'm not gay. I can't do this."
"Look, do you want Hermione or not?" Ron nodded. "Then you're going to try this. It won't mean anything to you, because you aren't gay." Harry was getting nervous.
Ron opened his mouth again, and this time, instead of interrupting, he put his mouth on Ron's, sliding his tongue inside, mingling it with Ron's. He wrapped his arms around Ron's slender torso and began groping him. It felt too good. He pulled back.
"You've never made out with anyone, have you?" Harry asked.
"It's different with a guy," Ron defended.
"Not that different," Harry returned. "It's okay to admit it, Ron. You've never made out. No big deal. But you try this time. If you do it right, I'll drink the potion and we can move on."
They practiced a bit more, and then Harry asked Ron to leave for a moment. "I'll have to get naked, because Hermione won't fit into my robes. Her chest is huge."
"Shouldn't I get to see her naked?" Ron asked.
"You will, soon. I promise," Harry answered. Ron left and Harry changed. When Ron came back in, he was met by Hermione, and suddenly felt overwhelmed.
"Okay you've asked for it," Ron warned. Then he pounced on Harry/Hermione and began kissing her fiercely, groping harder than Harry ever had.
Harry moved Ron's hands from the back to the front and helped him explore Hermione's breasts. Ron moaned as he continued to massage them and kiss Hermione.
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So Harry had started it all for Ron. He had shown Ron anything he could think of. They did all sorts of things – everything except have sex. He couldn't do that to Ron. Ron would hate him. But Harry bid Ron goodnight, in the wee hours of the morning, and slept fulfilled for the first time in weeks. Harry would take Ron anyway he could get him.
But then his nightmares began.
Author: Bleed Black
Disclaimer: I don't (unfortunately) have anything to do with Harry Potter. Actually, I don't have much of anything to do with anything. I just write my own fics, ok? If you don't like it, don't complain to me. Am I making you read the story? No, though many people think I have cast spells on them to make them like me. If you decide to come after me, all you will get is a few Johnny Depp posters and a pair of very uncomfortable shoes. Oh and a new note – many of my chapter titles, such as this one, as well as the story title are not my own creation, they're song titles by cool bands. Gotta thank Nirvana for the title and this chapter. AFI for the prologue.
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Okay so now it's 7th year. Are you all keeping up? I hope so! Let me know what you think of my little fic. I love reviews! Actually, I also love flames, because they're hilarious. And fire flames are awesome. Pyro pyro pyro!
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Chapter 1 – Come As You Are
Harry woke in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat. Every night for the last 6 months Harry had relived that night - his battle with Dumbledore, against Voldemort, deserted by both Ron and Hermione for the first time in his life - the defining night in the trio's relationship.
In the beginning, everything had been about Harry. Hermione and Ron would have done anything for him. Harry was the number one priority. After that night, everything was different. Ron and Hermione finally started going out, like Harry had always thought they should.
But it wasn't what he expected. Suddenly the threesome had become a couple, with Harry on the side, as though in the way. Ron and Hermione spent more and more time alone, talking walks by the lake, cuddling behind bushes or in the commonroom late at night, or talking in class. Ron no longer sat with Harry at meals or in classes; he sat with Hermione.
At first, Harry appreciated no longer being the center of attention. After a while though, he felt as though he was being completely ignored. Too often he caught the pair of them making out, Hermione's fingers lost in Ron's hair, Ron's hands disappeared up Hermione's shirt.
Harry hated that seeing them together made him angry. He didn't want to be mad at his best friends, but he just got so disgusted. He was so desperate; he started hanging around with Ginny, Neville, and Colin Creevy. Hermione and Ron took no notice of the decrease in Harry's presence, and Ginny, Neville, and Colin were too happy to be with Harry to care.
No one seemed to notice anything, except for Malfoy. He took great joy in antagonizing the couple whenever possible, and was nothing less than elated when he ran into Harry, sitting alone, abandoned by his former friends.
Harry was coming close to a state of complete numbness. He had given up responding to Draco's taunts, and took no joy in quidditch. Every night he still sliced open his arm. The night he had talked to Hermione had been the beginning of that, with no end in sight. Nothing mattered anymore, because no one seemed to think Harry mattered.
It was as though Harry Potter had died with Dumbledore, but his body was still walking around, going through the motions of living.
One night Harry lay in bed, still bleeding from his usual cutting ritual, reflecting on the beginning of 6th year. "The big one" Ron had called it, because he was determined to hook up with Hermione that year.
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Harry and Ron sat on Harry's bed, on the first night of term, with the bed hangings closed. Harry had decided tonight would be the unveiling night. Ron was going to see all of Harry's tricks, muggle and magic.
"You're going to try some of this on me, okay?" Harry asked Ron before starting.
"But Harry, you're a guy."
"Trust me, Ron. You don't want to try and win Hermione over with this stuff if you haven't tried it first." Ron opened his mouth to object. "Wait a second." Harry reached under his pillow and pulled out a couple bottles. "This is polyjuice potion. It will turn me into Hermione. But before I drink it, I'm going to show you a couple things. Then I'll turn into Hermione and you can try it on me."
"Harry, this is gonna be too weird. I mean, I'm not gay. I can't do this."
"Look, do you want Hermione or not?" Ron nodded. "Then you're going to try this. It won't mean anything to you, because you aren't gay." Harry was getting nervous.
Ron opened his mouth again, and this time, instead of interrupting, he put his mouth on Ron's, sliding his tongue inside, mingling it with Ron's. He wrapped his arms around Ron's slender torso and began groping him. It felt too good. He pulled back.
"You've never made out with anyone, have you?" Harry asked.
"It's different with a guy," Ron defended.
"Not that different," Harry returned. "It's okay to admit it, Ron. You've never made out. No big deal. But you try this time. If you do it right, I'll drink the potion and we can move on."
They practiced a bit more, and then Harry asked Ron to leave for a moment. "I'll have to get naked, because Hermione won't fit into my robes. Her chest is huge."
"Shouldn't I get to see her naked?" Ron asked.
"You will, soon. I promise," Harry answered. Ron left and Harry changed. When Ron came back in, he was met by Hermione, and suddenly felt overwhelmed.
"Okay you've asked for it," Ron warned. Then he pounced on Harry/Hermione and began kissing her fiercely, groping harder than Harry ever had.
Harry moved Ron's hands from the back to the front and helped him explore Hermione's breasts. Ron moaned as he continued to massage them and kiss Hermione.
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So Harry had started it all for Ron. He had shown Ron anything he could think of. They did all sorts of things – everything except have sex. He couldn't do that to Ron. Ron would hate him. But Harry bid Ron goodnight, in the wee hours of the morning, and slept fulfilled for the first time in weeks. Harry would take Ron anyway he could get him.
But then his nightmares began.