FOUGHT IN A WAR
by Sa1boy

Chapter 15: Mind Cleansing

Harry shivered at the delivery of his last orgasm; Draco was now free, now it would be his
Turn to embed his love into Harry
"You are perfection, Harry."

Moving his body slightly, Draco lifted Harry up so he was propped against the pillows, exposing his cock just in front of Draco's mouth. Draco took that cock in, swallowing it down to the hilt and pushing further so that Harry's soft pubes pushed against his lips. The feeling of this sent Harry into ecstasy, forcing him to gasp out loud. Skilfully Draco used his tongue to lick at Harry's dangling ball sack. Quickly, Harry exploded into Draco's mouth, screaming his name. Draco was pulled up to Harry's mouth and found his lover doing the same as he had before, desperately and greedily wanting the taste of himself on his lovers lips. This sent Draco to orgasm again, which Harry lunged at drinking every drop, exposing his own perfect globes as he leant over the now prone blond.

Draco pulled Harry's legs apart and placing one on either side of his chest lifted his head up so his face was just behind Harry's arse. He pulled him back slightly, but Harry didn't miss a beat and continued deep-throating Draco's cock, hungrily trying for another helping of his lover's juices.

Draco licked at Harry's beautiful arse, allowing the musty smell that was uniquely Harry to flood his senses, sending him wild with phenomenal delirium. He pushed his tongue at the entrance; Harry reached a hand back pulling Draco's face closer to him, inviting him to push his tongue deeper. Draco obliged, stabbing his tongue as deep within Harry's hole as he could. Screaming with ecstasy, Harry's head thrashed back and forth. Draco pulled him back so that he was now sitting straddled over Draco's face, his hands on his own arse cheeks pulling them apart for his lover's tongue to claim ownership.

Harry gasped and pushing his cock backwards to meet Draco's mouth, spurted long stream of cum down his throat. Draco lapped up the hot liquid with gusto, licking further at his hole, and lubricating him with his own spunk. Draco moved out from under Harry, and settling back on the bed and he faced his lover. He urged Harry back against the pillows, and pulling his legs in the air and spreading them, spit at the now exposed and puckering opening.

"Fuck me Draco, please, fuck me."

Draco needed no second request; his cock was still sticky from his own spunk. He pushed into Harry, easing when his length hit a wall of resistance. He pushed in further and Harry screamed his name with tears flooding into his eyes. Draco started to pull out, fearing that he had hurt him, but Harry clasped his legs around his lover's waist denying that retreat. He pulled Draco further into him. Draco found a rhythm, Harry bucking with him, and periodically Draco would shift position, taking Harry from every angle he could, fucking him to orgasm again, and again.

Hermione sat on the edge of the bed, she flicked her hair back to enable it to be tied in a tight pony tail, her elfin ears were tender, she figure this must be due to the fact they were newly formed.
She sat and looked at her lover asleep exhausted and quite out of it on the bed before her, muttering about how he was a soldier of light, an avenging angel, sent from heaven. She knew better than to listen, he had been like this now for the past twelve hours; she had fed him and changed him. In his current state Ron didn't even realise let alone care that he was unable to realise his own toilet needs.

The smell sickened her, she could have used magic and Scourgify the area, but that would have shown she was ok about it. That she was ok that her lover, her best friend, her life, had been fucked around with so much without her there to protect him, he had lost control of his mind. Gone was the Ron of old, the Ron that would pull her hair just so he could see her make that special face, he loved so much. Gone was the Ron who would make her the worst but the best breakfast in bed just so she knew he cared. Gone was the Ron who was the strategist, her rock, and her ever-present grip on reality. Gone was the Ron who was her lover, the man who would spend hours making her feel like the world had been delivered to her in the throws of passion, left in his place. Ron was a broken man, lying in waste, his dignity in shatters, and his mind in ruins.

Hermione being the headstrong girl that she always had been, was rightfully pissed off, add to that the fact that she now possessed the magical essence and power of an elf three centuries old and you had a mightily pissed off witch.
Hermione snapped her fingers together and a space appeared on the wall, the space looked like the mist you would see in a crystal ball and then walking over to Ron placed her hands on either side of his head

"Appear planted vision, designed to deceive, show me your treachery so I may perceive"

Ron's hair became lit up from the magical energy in Hermione fingers. Her body emitting the same bright green light, the same light she glowed with when she returned from the dead, her index fingers were touching Ron temples and her eyes once the most beautiful chestnut brown was now the most dazzling sapphire orbs, bright as the moon at night. Her eyes seemed the key to her power, the memory she seemed to be lifting from Ron's mind was the planted one from Dumbledore, she observed it, with a rage not know in her young body,
How could Dumbledore do this to her and her lover? How could he do this to their friends and family?
She observed the slaughter, the wild rage that was committed by Ron when he realised he was alone.
She witnessed the happiness his mind felt when she rescued him, from himself, but then the confusion of the realisation turning into distrust and more traumas.
She witnessed how Dumbledore had Obliviated him, after the massacre he was responsible for, but when she searched deeper, deep to his core she found no such massacre, well none on Ron's part, she found the correct memory, and the one Ron was Obliviated to forget. Yes, there was a massacre that day, but it was not Ronald Weasley who had committed it, it was Dumbledore.
Ron had been dispatched by the Order to help protect them, and was the first on the scene as Dumbledore was just finishing off raping and mutilating the children and women, and castrating the men.

Ron had had his memories altered so he would carry the shame and the guilt with him, no wonder it was easy to get Ron over the edge,

Dumbledore had made her lover believe she was a harlot, and a whore, his own mother a slut for Malfoy and Harry. He had made Ron's distressed mind believe that he was mass murderer and that his entire life was a betrayal. No wonder his mind was broken. But she would repair him; she could remove those false memories, better to leave him with no memory than with the guilt that lies had bought him,

She removed the memories and stored them in her mind, they would come in useful, Calling at the same time waving her hand so that an opening appeared in the wall between her room and Harry's she walked over to the bed that was occupied by a tangled Draco and Harry and instructed of Draco

"Heal him Malfoy, NOW."

Harry removing himself from his lover, and shouted after her

"Hermione how did… where are you going?"

Without turning around she answered and then with a shimmering effect she disappeared

"I'm going hunting."

In the astronomy tower Madame Trelawney was clearing the mist in her crystal ball

"Albus, the elf bitch is coming for you!"