Best Laid Plans | By : caliadragon Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Ron Views: 4785 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Title:
Best Laid Plans
Author:
CaliaDragon
Fandom:
Harry Potter
Warnings:
AU, Slash, Language, Cliché Fic, Slight Non-Con, and Humor
Pairing:
Harry/Ron
Rating:
FRM
Feedback:
Caliadragon@gmail.com
AN: This
is not to be taken seriously. I had a sudden attack by a cliché bunny and
thought I would get rid of it. This is
AU as of book 5 and has slight spoilers for it.
Sirius is dead and book six never happened.
Disclaimer:
JK Rowling owns them, though I think they would have a lot more fun if they
were owned by slashers.
Part:
1/1
Archive:
Any list I send it to, those with prior permission and Beyond Canon
Thanks
to Lynn for the Beta.
His
body felt electrified. He shuddered and moaned.
Shivered and cried out, though no sound was heard. He needed something, but was unsure just what
it could be. Gasps fell from his lips
and tears slid quietly down his face.
There was pain, tempered only by the overwhelming pleasure rocketing
through his body.
Nearby
he could hear laughter and the faded calls of his school mates and friends as
they passed beyond his range; no one to help him endure the brutal passion
ripping through his body. Or so he
thought. He tugged at the bonds holding
his arms above his head, he screamed and thrashed, trying desperately to get
free so that he could end the torment.
His addled mind could not comprehend why this was happening to him or even
dwell on the memory of what had brought him to this point.
Harry
Potter was bored – he was beyond bored really.
The last few months of school were rapidly approaching and so far
nothing beyond the norm had happened, the norm being no bloody mayhem or
violence that is. Harry had finally
destroyed Voldemort and a good portion of the Deatheaters earlier in the year,
not long before school started. Harry
was now in his seventh and final year of schooling at Hogwarts and was
desperate to begin a life outside of school; a life that would only include his
friends and family.
Lucius Malfoy
had made it through the war without having to openly choose sides. Though, of
course, everyone in the know knew who he followed, which had irritated many,
but was par for the course for the blond man, at least in Harry’s opinion. The blond had also made it clear that he was
more than willing to become Harry’s bed partner, a thought that sickened and
infuriated many. Harry had no feelings
either way since he had only really ever been in love with one person, that
person being his best friend Ronald Weasley.
A straight friend who was completely oblivious to
Harry’s feelings.
Unfortunately
for Harry, Malfoy was still an evil git who did not like having his attentions refused. Nor did it help that his son had taken up
with Severus Snape and was refusing to have anything to do with the elder
Malfoy. Harry had let his attention slip
for one moment and that was all it took for Malfoy to attack him.
One
minute he was on his way for an evening ride around the Quidditch pitch and the
next minute he was hanging by his wrists and screaming in silent, agony-laced
pleasure. Malfoy had placed a silencing spell
on him and then smeared him with an aphrodisiac potion. Then the bastard had smirked at him and left
Harry where he was. Before leaving, the man had calmly informed him that he
would return once the potion was at its peak and then they would see if Harry
would still think to deny him. That had
been an hour ago. Harry was now at the
point that he was willing to have sex with anyone
if it would just end the pressure building up inside of him.
~~~~~~~~
Ron
huffed out a breath of irritation and walked through the entrance to the
pitch. Harry had managed to lose himself
in his flying again and forgot to return to the tower for their game of
chess. Not that Ron was really irritated;
he just didn’t want to watch Harry as he came down from flying. It always turned Ron on something fierce to
see Harry after he had been flying.
Harry was a very self-contained person, especially after destroying
Voldemort; the only time he was excited or animated lately was while he was
flying. What was worse was that Ron was
fairly certain that Harry was straight and interested in his sister.
With
another sigh Ron walked further onto the pitch and froze. Harry’s broom was there, but Harry
wasn’t. Ron began to worry; there was no
way that Harry would leave his broom behind.
Ron reached into his pocket and pulled out the small watch that he,
Hermione, and Harry had received from Remus and Sirius after the incident at
the Ministry of Magic when Sirius had nearly died.
“Find
me Harry,” he ordered and tapped the watch once with his finger. The watch face changed; in place of the
numbers was a map showing the way to Harry.
Ron frowned as he saw that there was also a light green and red hovering
over Harry’s initials, indicating that he was in pain and in danger.
Ron
quickly made his way to where Harry was and found him in one of the small huts
that had at one time housed members of the Order during the last days of the
war. When he walked through the door he
froze, gaping in horror at the sight of Harry tied up and naked and Lucius “The
Bastard” Malfoy trailing a hand down Harry’s thigh.
Reacting
instinctively, Ron quickly hexed Malfoy and then tied him up. As he passed the unconscious lecher he kicked
him in the stomach and grinned at the grunt of pain the unconscious man let
out. He really hated Malfoy.
He made
quick work of untying Harry and removing the silencing charm on his
friend. Ron opened his mouth to ask
Harry what was wrong only to have his mouth seized in a hot, passionate
kiss. Ron gaped, moaned, and growled,
dragging his naked friend against him.
When
they broke away for air Harry whimpered, “Fuck.”
Ron
gulped, “Okay.” They proceeded to do just that.
Later,
as in a few hours later, Harry and
Ron lay quietly snuggled together.
“Bloody Weasley’s always taking what I want.” Malfoy senior said in
irritation. “Now I’ll never be able to
enhance my reputation and get a new heir to replace that little bitch Draco.”
“Huh?”
Harry and Ron said together, raising their heads and looking at the bound
lecher.
“The
aphrodisiac had a fertility potion in it.
Congratulations, Potter you’re preggers.” Malfoy said snidely.
“Mum’s
going to kill him,” Ron said faintly.
“Your Mum? Hell! Remus is going to kill him,” Harry said
thinking of the werewolf who had taken on the role of parent and guardian,
while Sirius remained friend and prank partner.
“Do you
think we’d make money if we sold tickets?” Ron asked, making Harry snicker.
Malfoy
merely sniffled. None of his plans ever worked out right.
The End
for Now
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