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By: HP-Love and Smut Stories
Summary: (4th Year) After the second event of the Triwizard Tournament Percy wanders into the Forbidden Forest for more dirt on Dumbledore, but ends up getting lost instead. He continues to travel further in until he reaches the grove where many eight-legged creatures reside, and they aren't about to let him go.
Warning: Percy x Aragog (smut/rape)
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine… This weird and slightlydisturbing summary/story is.
Chapter 2-The Situations You Get Into
The identity of the creature didn't seem to click with Percy. He was never that good with handling creatures and learning in the Care of Magical Creatures class wasn't on the top of his list. The furry black creature came closer into view, the pale moonlight streamed through the thickets of branches, allowing a semblance of light.
The creature scurried forward a little; the crinkling of leaves and the snaps of twigs reverberated through the air. Percy held his breath, still racking his brain trying to figure out the name of the creature he was facing. The closer the creature came the bigger it seemed. The light from the moon reflected upon hairy legs and clicking pinchers and finally it clicked.
It was an Acromantula.
A round head with piercing fangs that dripped venom mounted the round body with long, hairy, and powerful legs. Percy felt his insides grow cold. He had barely passed his Care of Magical Creatures NEWT with an A, nothing special. His brain froze and nothing seemed to process anymore. He didn't know what to do when faced with such a creature. His mind finally shut down allowing his bodily and survival instincts to take over.
One of the first survival rules was to show no fear, yet every time he tried to keep his face without emotion he would feel sweat dribbling around his forehead. Showing no fear will give you some stability with the creature and it would not let the creature get an idea that it could in any way best you. Percy's body shuddered with fright. He knew he was doing a horrible job in trying to maintain a courageous face when he noticed that the acromantula took a few more steps forward.
Onto rule number two then: Make no sound and look intimidating.
So far at least he was accomplishing something. His throat felt too constricted to even bother with trying to formulate any sound. His mouth and throat suddenly felt very dry. He tried licking his lips, only to find no saliva on his tongue and that he had chapped lips. Now to look intimidating; Percy rose to his full height. He had been slouching his way through the Forest figuring that if he stood the whole way up that some branches might hit his face and it would make it easier to spot him. He narrowed his eyes at the acromantula in hopes of maintaining a more powerful persona; all the while he was racking his brain trying to figure out that spell that would work against it.
The acromantula obviously felt a little threatened as it began to suddenly look bigger than it had before. It looked as if the giant spider had been slouching its way through the forest as well. Percy's hand gripped his wand tighter, making sure not to lose his only weapon and possibly the only thing that could save his life.
The acromantula began to vibrate subtly, but in the cold, silent, and motionless forest the movement was easily detected. It looked something fierce with those sharp fangs jutting out of its mouth and the thick liquid dribbling down them, the drops of poison hitting the dead earth with a loud thump. The sound rang in Percy's ears. Looking intimidating didn't seem to be working and if he was honest with himself he knew that he would never look intimidating anyway.
He wasn't cut out to be in this type of fieldwork. It was not as if he signed up to be an Auror or anything, he shouldn't have to defend himself from such creatures. Mr. Crouch should have assigned him a couple of bodyguards. Surely his personal aide was important enough to need them. But Percy knew it wasn't as if he wasn't important or anything like that, but that this was to be a discreet mission, one done in camouflage and under cover. Having guards following him around would only cause him to slip up or something and the whole mission would go down hill from there.
But as it were, here he was, albeit bodyguards facing down a, what he hoped to be average sized, acromantula with nothing but a wand and a dry mouth. Even if the spider managed to get try anything Percy wasn't sure that he tongue would work good enough to even procure a spell from his mouth.
The acromantula seemed to be reaching the end of its patience as it took a few skittering steps forward. It was moving so fast that when Percy blinked it started in one place and next thing he saw it was somewhere else. Percy couldn't help but let in a quick intake of breath, causing a small squeak to emit from his mouth. His dry throat suddenly seemed drier. His body became stiffer as he tried to will his legs to move. He shouldn't have his body so stiff like this because it stilted his movement. He wouldn't be able to properly duel like this.
The spider did another quick jerk forward, coming to a stop not even two feet away from where Percy stood frozen. That infernal 'clicking' of the fangs continued, masking all other sound from Percy's ears. For some reason it didn't matter if another creature managed to make it to the sparse part of the forest. His enemy now was this acromantulaand nothing else.
Percy took a shuddered breath, concentrating hard and trying to ignore the ominous poison from the fangs. He willed his body to relax and to loosen up the stiff muscles and joints. He proved why he was in Gryffindor by showing the one trait every Gryffindor had down to a tee—stubbornness.
One thing that all the other houses lacked was that strong will and that conceited and hope filled stubbornness that set Gryffindors apart from the masses. His body began to bend to his will. His muscles relaxed and he felt the saliva once again lubricating his mouth. Percy now felt more confident in being able to fire a spell, now that he was sure he could utter a syllable. And he would have to do that quickly.
The acromantula darted forward again, aiming to bite his ankles in order to immobilize him. Percy just managed to dodge at the last second, causing his heartbeat to increase and beat erratically. Sweat still continued to form on his brow, getting closer to his eyes. He knew that if it streamed closer then it would become a seeing liability. He really wanted to wipe away the salty bodily fluid, but figured it could be the break the acromantula had been looking for. Percy narrowed his eyes at the furry creature thinking if it would better for him to attack first or let the spider make the next move while he dodged and retaliated.
That plan had immediately gone down the drain, as Percy had to evade another attempted murder. He vaguely wondered if he did die and they caught the hairy beast if it would be tried to the fullest extent of the law. It had better--he was Mr. Crouch's personal assistant after all.
Percy figured it was time to be a Gryffindor again and attacked without formulating a single plan. He opted to wing it, as the term went. Percy quickly just half a foot back, throwing a red stupefy from his wand. He thought the spell hit its mark until he saw the acromantula starring at him furiously a foot to his left.
Percy's eyes widened as his pulse quickened again. 'The spider had been able to move that fast!?' he thought in fascination and growing horror. The spider then dashed quickly forward and managed to bite Percy's left ankle. The poison didn't spread that quick, but the bite had pierced the skin and managed to break it, allowing a trickle of blood to begin dribbling from the wound. The spider had jumped back after it had struck. Percy bit his lip in hopes of not screaming in sheer horror and pain that slice had managed. It wouldn't do well to draw other things to his location now. He was never really good with the sight of blood and he felt his head become fuzzy and his vision dizzy. He figured that it was either his squeamishness of blood that would cause his dizziness, or that the acromantula had not injected that much poison into his system, merely enough to stun him.
Percy felt his head swimming. He tried to fire off an attack, but when his vision began to grow dark around the edges he thought better and shoved the wand back into his pocket. There was no use fighting it now and figured that he'd rather keep his wand for when he wasn't about to hit the ground. Percy closed his eyes to stop himself from developing a headache from all the spinning his eyes had been seeing. The last thing he remembered before the world went black was that echoing clicking noise and the feel of something very smooth and light wrapping itself around him.
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A/N: Thanks to anyone who's still reading this, especially the reviewers: Sugar Quill High, NaughtyKittyKat,and T.I.B.E.-sway- (Thanks a bunch) I'm just writing this in my spare time when I don't feel like typing up any of my other stories. It's finally getting to the smutty part in the next two chapters, so stay tuned for that. I shudder at how it'll turn out. So anyway, keep reading and be on the lookout for any other stories, thanks! (Setsuna-X)