Chapter 15

Harry slammed against the wall of the broom closet as Pansy shoved him forcefully. She rushed forward and placed a hand on either side of him. Their faces were inches apart. Harry could smell the nauseating scent of her blood red lip gloss under his nose. He turned his head way from her.

"You are gonna have to do better than this Potter," she whispered in his ear. "I want Malfoy completely convinced that we're together, or your little secret will be heard all over this school. I have that power Potter. I can make your life miserable."

Harry turned his head back to face her. He hated her more every moment he was with her. Her voice, her smell. Everything about her made him sick, yet he was at her mercy until she got Malfoy back. If he didn't keep replaying the reaction that Ron got when everyone realized he was gay, he would have told Pansy to shove her demands up her fat ass and came out to everyone the other day, but everyone's reaction hindered him. He knew that when he came out there wouldn't just be catcalls and ridicules, but disappointment from the teachers, especially Dumbledore. He couldn't stand to see the disappointment there. He knew that Dumbledore didn't care what his orientation was, but he knew that he would be looked at differently and he couldn't stand the prospect of that.

He also regretted what he did to Ron that night. Till this day, he still didn't know why he had took such a dramatic gesture to hide his own indiscretion. He knew that Ron hated him. He could tell from the way he looked at him. He couldn't blame him though. He hadn't actually been friendly to him during the past couple of months when he hid the way he really felt about Ron by jeering at him along side Seamus and Dean.

But another thing that he regretted was pushing Ron away and driving him into Malfoy's arms. He couldn't stand seeing Malfoy with Ron. He'd noticed that they were spending a lot of time together. He had come across them in the library the day before with there heads together smiling at each other. His blood had boiled then and it did now. What in the world did Ron see in Malfoy? These thoughts just made him hate himself more everyday and that is why he would go as low as to pretend to date Pansy Parkinson to keep his secret. All he had was Hermione, but she was even acting odd toward him and she had her reasons. He had taken Ron's side against her before. He was still in the process of mending their relationship.

"Potter, are you listening to me," yelled Pansy as she slapped him across his face. He reached for his wand and realized it wasn't there. Pansy was twirling it between her fingers as he watched.

"Give me back my wand," he bellowed as he reached out to grab it. She pointed it at his chest and nudged him back against the wall.

"I don't think so Potter. You don't need a wand at the moment. All you need is charm and a nasty lust for me!"

"That's disgusting. Don't you think that Ron would've told Malfoy that I'm gay already, and that maybe this little charade is a waste of time?" Pansy paused at this, but recovered quickly.

"Well, we'll just have to convince him that I've shown you the era of your ways. We have to be caught doing something extremely racy." With these words she leaned against the wall deep in thought.

"Ah ha, I've got it. We can be caught having sex in the Hogsmeade village."

"Hell no, I'm not having sex with you," hollered Harry as he made to leave the room."

"Come on Potter. I don't want to touch you either, but we have to make it convincing. We can be about to have sex. Is that better?" she shrieked.

Harry looked past her to the door. He would do anything to get Pansy off his back. Hopefully her stupid plan would work and Malfoy would leave Ron alone! This made a high point in his mind.

"Yeah, that's okay!" he replied. "Can I go now?"

"Yes, we can leave together. We have to convince everyone andnot just my sweet honey Malfoy!" Harry turned up his nose in disgust as he grabbed her hand and led her from the broom closet. Several people paused and watched them as they came out.

"Ooh Harry, I love these little cram secessions," murmured Pansy flirtatiously as she pinch his behind. "I'll see you in Hogsmeade," she added batting her eyes. She blew him a kiss and sauntered off to her common room. Harry watched her back and smiled to himself. She actually seemed to be enjoying this. He adjusted his shirt and turned to make his way to his common room.

"Hashjolliper, he screamed at the fat lady who was busy talking to her friend Violet.

"No need to yell boy," she protested as the frame swung forward. He climbed through and made his way to the sofa.

"Hey Harry", called Lavender from across the room. He grimaced and sat down on the squishy sofa then waved at her. She crossed over to him and sat down uncomfortably close.

"So, you're dating Pansy Parkinson?"

"Um yeah; why?"

"Just asking. So Ron's dating Malfoy." She added. Harry's heart skipped a beat. His eyes widened into a shocked expression. Lavender saw and knew everything and if she saw this, then he wasn't alone. Ron and Malfoy were close; he hadn't imagined it!

"Was that a question or a statement? He asked. Lavender twirled her hair around one finger then leaned in toward Harry's ear.

"A statement; do you have a problem with that," she whispered as she blew into his ear.

"Um, no; I'm just not seeing your point?" he added as he leaned away from her.

"There was no point silly. I just wanted to see your reaction! You don't seem very happy for him!"

"Should I?" asked Harry.

"Not unless what I think about you is true. And I'm figuring it's not since you're dating Pansy."

"What do you mean?"

Lavender scooted closer to him and placed a hand on his upper thigh and rubbed very close to his groin, then she squeezed. She leaned in a little closer and flicked her tongue across his earlobe. He tensed up. What was she trying to prove from all this, he thought? He grabbed her face in one hand and pushed her away.

"Lavender, what are you doing?" he asked as he fixed his shirt that somehow her hand had found its way under.

"I like you Harry," she yearned. She pulled at his shirt helplessly as she looked into his green eyes.

"I have a boy… girlfriend, remember?" he asked pulling his shirt out of her hands. He knew that his slip up hadn't gone unnoticed

"Ah, I knew it! You're gay!" she said as she stood up.

"I didn't say that Lavender. Don't go making accusations about me," he yelled. She put her hand on her hip and stared up at him for he towered over her.

"Okay, that wasn't a confession, I admit it, but I need dirt and I can't find any?" she confessed. He shook his head in disbelief.

"Lavender, you're unbelievable!" He shook his head and climbed the stairs to his room which he now shared with Seamus, Dean, and Neville. Ron had moved to another room months ago. He climbed onto his bed and closed his eyes. He couldn't wait till tomorrow was there and over with. He didn't know how he was going to pretend to sleep with Pansy without thinking about Ron the entire time. He rolled over onto his side and closed his eyes. He didn't feel sleepy, yet he didn't want to be bothered either. When Seamus came in moments after, he pretended to be asleep. Seamus came toward his bed and stood over him for awhile before he turned and left again. What did he want, Harry thought? He liked Seamus to a point, but recently he had become an ass; not saying that he wasn't an ass before, but Seamus had crossed the line with him when he accused Ron of dating Malfoy. This bothered him more than anything. Maybe he would try to get some sleep. He closed his eyes and rested.

Ron and Hermione had spent the entire day catching up with each other. Hermione shared her time spent with Lavender and her gang. Ron found this quite hilarious. He couldn't believe that Lavender and her group had been following him for months without him noticing.

It was late and he and Hermione were sitting on the floor talking in front of the fire. Hermione, positioned behind him was brushing his hair. Ron's eyes were closed and his head was leaned back; he moaned with pleasure; he loved getting his hair brushed. Hermione smiled to herself as she ran both her hands through his silky red hair.

"Hermione, thank you so much for this." He muttered between moans.

"Are you relaxed?"

"God, yes, Hermione. You have hands of a goddess."

Hermione leaned back and fell over onto her side laughing. Ron looked around at her, his hair was flying everywhere.

"What's so fun?" he asked.

"You! You're being abnormally nice!" she exclaimed. He grinned foolishly at her then turned completely around.

"What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, it's just odd! What time is it?"

He looked at his watch. "Um, it's 11:32 pm."

"Ah, I should go to bed, I have to get up early to finish a paper for arithmacy before we go to Hogsmeade tomorrow." She gathered her things and called a goodnight as she climbed the stairs.

Ron waved to her then turned to pick up his things as well. He might as well go to bed too. He searched around the room for all of his various personal things when Seamus descended the stairs. Ron stood straight and looked around at him.

"What do you want?" Ron asked bitterly.

"Nothing, I just heard a noise and it woke me up!"

"Well, now you know it was me, so go away," hissed Ron. Seamus turned slightly but went down the stairs instead. Ron watched him descend the stairs and his eyes stayed on him until he stopped and stood in front of him. Ron's heart raced uncomfortably. What did Seamus want?

Seamus' eyes were downcast and looking at Ron's chest, then face. He licked his lips lustfully and stepped closer to him. His red robe opened to expose his chest. Ron noticed that he was sweaty and breathing very quickly. Ron took a step back from him and waited for Seamus to explain this odd behavior.

"Lavender and I are dating now you know?"

"So?" said Ron.

"We just had a drink. Pretty tasty; butterbeer. It tasted a little odd, but you know, after so much it kind of loses its taste."

Ron nodded in agreement; he wondered why he was telling him this. He didn't care.

Seamus hesitated as he studied Ron's physic. He licked his lips again and moved closer. This time Ron couldn't step back because the sofa blocked his way. He reached for his wand but noticed that it was still on the floor for he hadn't picked it up yet. He turned back to face Seamus who was very close to him now.

"Seamus, what do you..?" but he was cut short as Seamus pressed a finger against his lips, bringing his own mouth close enough to press against it as well. He slid his hand down and their lips were inches apart. He licked across Ron's lips with the tip of his tongue and then massaged his lips against Ron's. Ron reached a hand between them and pushed him away. He was frightened now.

"Seamus, what the hell are you doing?" He tried to side step him when Seamus pushed him down onto the sofa very forcefully. He climbed over him and covering his mouth; pinned him to the sofa. He pulled out his wand and tapped Ron's arms and mouth, freezing them. He climbed off and began to undress Ron. Ron began to kick with his legs fiercely before he noticed that Lavender was standing at the bottom of the stairs. He moaned for her to come help him, but she stood unmoving, watching the scene completely amused. She pulled a vial from her pocket and looked at it; smiling from ear to ear. She put in back into her robes and crossed over to the sofa to look down at Ron's naked body. Seamus stood behind the sofa undressing. Lavender crouched over onto her knees and kissed Ron on the cheek. She walked two fingers up his quickly rising and falling chest. His heart was beating extremely fast. He closed his eyes to block out the smirk that Lavender gave him. He was about to be raped by Seamus and she was going to stand there and watch. She bent and kissed him on the lips. He wanted so much to spit in her fast, but he couldn't. He just glared at her as his mind raced. Please let someone come save him. Seamus came around Lavender; his body shimmered from the glow on the fire. He paused and smiled at Lavender. She stood and stepped back; letting Seamus lower himself onto Ron. Ron closed his eyes and he felt himself tearing up. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. Lavender went and picked up Ron's wand and then came back to sit down in front of the sofa.

"You know Ron, you have a sexy body," she whispered as she watched Seamus suckle Ron's nipples, and kiss on his neck.

"That was such a surprise since you eat so much. Did Seamus tell you that we're dating now? He's so dense, he couldn't tell a manipulation potion from water if you labeled it and told him to drink it." She leaned forward and slapped Seamus hard on the behind.

"I slipped it into his butterbeer when he wasn't looking. Aren't I sneaky?"

Ron turned away from her. He didn't want to hear this any more. He just wanted this to be over with. He fought back tears as Seamus opened him with two fingers. He moaned deeply in his throat for he couldn't yell out.. Lavender considered this a sign of pleasure for she scooted closer to the sofa gripping his hand.

"You liked that didn't you? I've been wanting some dirt on someone, and no one was giving me any, so I decided to make my own." She jeered. "Do you think Malfoy will want you after he finds out you fucked Seamus?"

Ron knew Lavender was mental, but he never thought she would go as far as this for gossip. Seamus unpinned Ron's legs and instantly Ron started to kick him away. He managed to kick Lavender in the mouth before His legs were pinned and propped up by Seamus. Lavender whipped the blood from her nose and glared at him menacingly.

"You did it now. I was going to take it easy on you, but not anymore. Seamus, I want you to fuck him till he bleeds," she murmured. Seamus obliged and entered Ron very forcefully. Ron's back arched from the sofa as he threw his head back in pain. Lavender started to laugh.

"Good Boy. She turned and crossed to the stairs and did a complicated wand movement making a sound barrier to stop anyone up stairs hearing anything. She turned and crossed over to the sofa and lifted the spell freezing Ron's mouth, leaving his upper body frozen. She wanted to hear him scream and moan. Instantly Ron yelled out for help but it was pointless; no one would hear him.

Seamus bit into his shoulder as he thrusted harder and harder into him. Tears slid down Ron's face, the pain was so excruciating. The room around him began to spin and darken. He felt dizzy and his eyes rolled back into this head. He could hear Lavender yelling at him, but her voice was getting further and further away.

He didn't know how long he lay there, but when he came to, it was to the room in complete darkness. The fire had gone out and the room was freezing. He was freezing, and his body ached. He looked around him and tried to sit up, his body lifted, the spell was off. He pushed up and the room spun out of control. He bent over the side of the sofa and threw up. He whipped the vomit away. He couldn't walk but he needed to get to out the common room before anyone woke up and found him in this state. No one would believe his story if they found him there in the morning he knew this for a fact. He had to find a teacher, someone to help him. He pushed himself off the sofa and wrapped his robes around him; slouching; he crossed over to the entrance hole. He climbed through and walked as fast as he could down the long corridors. It was dark, and being disoriented; he didn't know which way he was going. He needed to get to the hospital wing, but after looking around, he realized he was going the wrong way. He turned and ran into something hard, yet warm. Strong arms wrapped around him. Ron knew that scent. He looked up through half closed eyes and saw that it was Harry. Exhaling slowly on final time, he closed his eyes and collapsed.