Dead Letters
Chapter 5
Desperate Act
As Ginny crept back to her bed all comfortable and snuggling in her blanket, she then drifted into a dream. As most dreamers dream either a nightmare or a cuddly dream, Ginny dreamt neither of those two. As always, she comes to a place neither comforting nor unnerving. She has a sense of becoming dazed, she sees people all around her, only she is out alone, or someone is making her feel alone.
Ginny is walking down a hallway; there are two sets of doors on either side of her. Both doors are ajar with a stream of light glistening on the wooden floor. She walks toward them with pristine hesitation, not wanting to disturb the noiseless corridor. As she approaches the two doors, she hears people laughing and talking.
Wow, it must be nice in there. Wish I could have fun with them. But who's them? If nobody is out here in this corridor, then am I alone? I guess I should leave, for they are having a better time without me.
As Ginny passes the two doors, a figure in front of her is seen. The tall figure swiftly approaches her with adhesion. Not wasting a moment's hesitation, the figure grabs Ginny's waste. He felt her gasp a breath of surprise and pushing away from him, but his grip on her waste is locked to his side and would not let go. He then pushes aside her hair, away from her neck, and caresses his lips from her shoulder blade to her neck. Ever so slightly he moves his lips and whispers you're mine and will remain mine. Over and over he is pushing her along and moving her towards him. Ginny, in her dazed state of mind wants this to never end but has a fear that this is true; that this person is true and real and will never leave her.
Tom slyly moves his hands on the upper body of Ginny. He always wants to feel the curves of his mistress, Ginny. He then reaches her breasts, massaging them between his fingers and is about to command her to please his needs, to rule her, but just then Ginny aggressively pushes him away and turns her head to the right. On the other side of the corridor a faint outline of a shaggy haired boy is spotted, but in that second, he disappears again. Ginny looks up at Tom with wide eyes, brimming with nervousness, not wanting to know what he will tell her to do...
"Ginny, I want you to do a little experiment for me."
Harry, on the verge of exasperation, falls off the edge of his bed.
Damn, I was nearly close to Ginny again! But how am I able to reach her in my dreams? What is Sirius telling me?
In vain, Harry tries again and again pondering on how Ginny is still with Tom Riddle. This concept made no sense. The Harry Potter had gotten rid of him from Ginny during his second year at Hogwarts.
Although his thoughts are on Ginny, he still wonders why Sirius is telling him to look behind him in his dreams. Can there be something hidden behind him? Is there a secret passage nearby? Where on earth is Sirius at in his dreams? Now that is the question that's been haunting him.
Since his dream has awoken him early in the morning (damn, shit happens huh?), his adrenaline from getting close to Ginny made it difficult to go back to sleep. Haphazardly, he puts on his invisible cloak and began to take an early morning stroll…
Draco, now vaguely becoming conscious, feels a hand rub all around him (well all around his lower body). It's massaging to and fro, and Draco is in complete bliss. He is beginning to be rock hard with this entire rubbing. His eyes are twinkling with glee and he's beginning to see rainbow colors because the rubbing is accelerating more and ever more. Round and round, the hand is genius! The hand knows its way working with this rub and gentle squeeze; it's just like magic! Harder and harder the hand is moving, bliss and more bliss, coming and more coming, sticky with moistness here and there, rubbing the cock raw! Oh, how Draco was digging himself deeper into blissfulness! He didn't want this to end, but then he began to hear voices speaking again; the voices that spoke before he lost all consciousness. Since he regained some consciousness, he noticed that the voices were feminine. It was a tainted echo. A voice that he knows of but can not remember at this moment.
Draco doesn't quite understand this voice, either it is saying Mmm dum dum yum evafors gambledorf…or dangle DORCO gavinhavin epidemic dapple. All of it was confusing but he really didn't care right now. He was a victim of a seduced hard core rubbing. All that matters is his climaxed moment (which was coming soon to a theatre near you… j/k!), which was on its way!
Abruptly, Draco heard the echoed voice again saying something like Marry or Barry, but then who's name sounds close to that? Oh, how one's drugged mind can be a burden, and with Draco still on the cold (now moist) dungeon floor, he feels vulnerable. Then, all of a sudden Draco remembers what the name sounds like…
"HARRY!"
So Draco opens his eyes (the last of his remaining strength to keep conscious) and sees Harry standing in front of him. With a loud gasp, Draco is shocked to see him towering over him like he owned him and knowing that Harry is seeing him wanking with himself. Oh, it was me all along wanking off like that? Damn I'm good! Shit, Harry is watching me! This was not right! So Harry looked down upon him and starred at him straight in the eyes. Harry then took off his glasses very professionally and said three words, "Shut up bitch!" With a last cry of horror, Draco closed his eyes by being very stupid and thinking that this will help in making Harry disappear. And with great wonderment, Draco opens his eyes and sees no one nearby. How could this be? But before he could think of it he heard the feminine voice… Harry…
Once Harry got out of the Gryffindor common room, he empathetically crept downstairs to the second floor corridor, just to make sure that history was not repeating itself again. But once he reached to the stairs, he felt a taller body hit behind him.
"Ouch! You hit my balls Harry!"
"Ron, is that you?"
"No, ow, I'm a megalomaniac coming to Hogwarts to thwart my evil schemes!"
"Good to know, but keep your voice down you shit for brains! By the way, what are you doing here?"
"For a prancing git who ravages their bed, you're the exact opposite. You just moaned or said something and just vanished then fell off your bed. How I knew? Well I couldn't sleep because of being cold again, yeah I know… I know I should get a blanket. Shut up and stop laughing at me!"
"You shut up and get under the cloak."
So, once again the unbearable… I mean "compatible" duo goes to another adventurous adventure. Or so they think…
Down along the third floor corridor, trying to be discreet and failing miserably since Ron was taller then Harry. Hence, every often Ron would rub against Harry's behind. And that does not feel comfortable as one would think. Feeling two lumps rub ever so lightly and then ever so hard between the crack of your ass is not a pretty feeling. The thrash of two balls hitting again and again to the same spot was beginning to make Harry's ass tingle. Then the tingling feeling was making his ass feel numb, then the numbness was irritating Harry, then the more the irritation came to Harry, he felt as though he was PMSing (as if he knew what that was like).
"Ron! You know my butt isn't a bouncing instrument for your balls!"
"Ooo, but I just want to give it to ya hard!"
"Stop joking! You're pissing me off!"
"Fine, sorry mate! Bad balls, now you stop hitting him ok? (A high squeal voice) Okay!"
But just when they turned a corner, they noticed a frizzy-haired-bush-whack run away from them. With the thrill of adrenaline flooding through their very own blood, they automatically ran after it. Hightailing this frizzy-haired-bush-whack, they've come to realize that it could only mean one thing… it was evil!
Harry, being in front of Ron, had the backlash of Ron's balls continuing to hit his ever-aggrieving buttocks and was beginning to feel a whiplash coming on. The dizziness and pain between the crack of his ass was turning him on for some odd reason. But the thought that Ron was making him feel this way, well it was a bit kinky! He never had anyone touch him as Ron was doing, he never felt the hot breath of Ron heaving down upon him, he never felt…holly crap! Ron was getting hard on Harry's ass!
This poking tool hurt ever more as he crept closer and closer to Harry's asshole; the first attempt to get into the hole just missed by inches, the second failed dramatically (it went left instead of right), but the third time…well it missed too. On the fourth attempt, Ron had it aimed perfectly to its target, and with an exertion of will power his blooming head…missed again. The purpose for that was because Harry turned around a corner, and with dismay, saw that Hermione was at the end of the second floor corridor.
"Hermione! What the bloody hell are you doing down here for?" bellowed Ron
"Shut up or Peeves will hear you! He's just around the corner," hissed Hermione
"Shut up, the both of you! Do you hear that?" said Harry
Hermione, already getting her fire lit just from thinking of Malfoy, had to take a walk just to keep her unruffled. The gray eyes and the green eyes; what could it possibly mean? Did she like one or the other? Does she have more feelings between the two? Harry or Malfoy? Well, can't I have both? Instead of green or gray, can't it be green/gray?
Ooo, I can see the two going at each other. Harry on top and Malfoy squealing on the bottom, Harry marking Malfoy with his cum and Malfoy lavishing it all over himself as if it were body glitter! Oh! But I shouldn't think of this! Argh, I'm dumb…dumb cum! Is this ever a wonder to this endearment? Dammit Draco! Draco…?
Hermione then hears footsteps getting closer, so she quickens her pace.
Maybe it is possible to like both. Harry and Dr…Draco. Just the two, compressing each self upon each other, sumptuously tousing both bodies and again Harry is on top of Draco. Draco is moistening himself so scrumptiously with Harry's every touch. Then both stand on their knees, holding each other close, Harry using his lips to capture Draco's hairy nipples and pulling on it, teasing, alluring. Harry then opens his mouth and out comes his ravishing tongue, glistening Draco's hardened nipples.
Oh, but he's not done yet…
As Draco will continue to moan, Harry places his flexing hand on Draco's pearly-white-tight-ass. He then careens his fingers closer to the asshole, gently, passionately. To Draco, Harry's fingers are cold, making every touch a tingling sensation. Harry then moves his face to face directly at Draco's erecting cigar, but he doesn't want to deal with the cock first, he wants to tousle with his balls. So he tea bags himself with the dangling balls, rubbing his face, feeling his facial hair rub against pubic hair. Just then Draco is about to cry with passion, so Harry looks at him straight in the eyes and says, "Shut up bitch!" And Harry puts his index finger into Draco's asshole while Harry sucks on the everlasting gobstopper. He sucks and sucks and adds his middle finger into the asshole. Draco, panting with pain and erotic pleasure, screams a muffled cry of passionate pleasure. But Harry isn't satisfied with the scream; he wants to hear more, so he went goosing his ring finger into
the asshole while sucking the life out of the cock! Draco jerked with anguish but still wanted this to continue. And with a final attempt for giving Draco pleasure, Harry added his pinky finger, digging his last strength into the stringy little (now wider) asshole and sucked/slurped/nibbled the elating cock. With this last finger stuck in the asshole, Draco sensed Harry wanting to add his thumb (don't know if it's possible) Draco screamed with all his might, "NO NO NO, FOUR! FOUR IS ALL I CAN HANDLE…"
"Hermione! What the bloody hell are you doing down here for?"
Harry? Oh, it's Ron.
Hermione has a dazed look upon her face and doesn't quite know what to do. But quickly as that thought came to mind, she straightens up and retorts, "Shut up or Peeves will hear you! He's just around the corner." But of course she was making this up. Her thoughts were on…well you should know.
Abruptly she heard a rumble echoing through the walls of this vast darkened corridor. And Hermione notices that she is in the second floor corridor.
All three stood transfixed at one door. A door that reminds them of their youthful years (well it was four years ago!) and a burden to having to stare at it again…