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A Bad Night for Flowers or How I Lost My Virginity	By : Narius Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5295 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-A Bad Night for Flowers or How I Lost My Virginity
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This is Ron/Fenrir, from Ron's POV. Rate, please?

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I could feel bile rising up in my throat as I watched them. It wasn't the sudden rush of bile you get when you vomit from a violent bout of shock or disgust. No, this was slow, and thick. I could feel it burning and rolling as it forced its way up. I could taste the bits of my supper rubbing against the back end of my tongue, deep in my gullet. It was with a detached sort of observation that I realized that if I didn't do something soon, turn away or force an emesis, I would probably choke to death and they wouldn't notice. It actually took me a minute to decide whether or not I wanted them to find my vomit-asphyxiated corpse outside of the empty classroom they were shagging in. However, as a lack of air became an issue, my stomach gave a roll and made the decision for me. I ran. And I ran. I didn't stop running until I couldn't breathe and even then, after hurling my dinner into a shrub near Hagrid's place, I decided to run some more. Running made sense. As long as I ran, my thoughts couldn't catch up to me. I couldn't think of watching my two best friends shag each other into oblivion. I refused to think of my surrogate brother banging the woman I had loved for 6 odd years into the classroom floor, all the while listening as she moaned and gasped his name. I couldn't even fathom losing her to him. I had running to do.

My hands were shaking by the time I ran into him. He was big, hairy, angry, all around not friendly, and that was before I bowled him over into a tree. As I tried to regain my balance, I realized how dizzied I really was and as the ground came up to greet me, I reasoned that I should probably sit before I started running again.

It was then that he growled, “Dearest Moon in Heaven, well, isn't this nice!”

I know that I tend to be less apt at remembering things and faces but next to Sirius Black and the Lestranges, no one was more notorious than Fenrir Greyback. My stomach rolled again, and I was pretty sure the bile was going to come out of the other end.

“Greyback,” I whispered dazedly, more so, horrified. “So, I see you've heard of me. Isn't this just splendid? I'm even famous amongst the esteemed Weasleys!” he laughed. The moment he said that, I decided firmly, that if I survived this encounter, I was going to remove every trace of the Weasley bloodline traits from my physical appearance, even if it meant using a Blasting Hex and glamours for the rest of eternity. But that didn't matter so much right then, considering I may not have had a face for too long. He was quoted often saying, “I like 'em young,” and I'm not even sure if he was talking about rape or dinner. Yet, rape was sounding pretty reasonable right about then.

“I am so fucked,” I thought to myself aloud while subtly patting my robes to remember where my wand was. “Not yet but we can always change that, pup,” he grumbled in return as he leaned casually against the tree I had knocked him into. His eyes glinted in the moonlight and his pose let me get a full glimpse of his nude physique. In short, the guy was fucking huge. Easily 2 meters tall, and 110 kilos. I almost wanted to hit him just to see if I'd hurt my arm. He was dark-skinned, with black and grey hair everywhere but he wasn't old. He had this regal look about the way he stood. He even looked down his nose, in an amused manner as I surveyed him. I really wanted to hit him. But then he stood up straight and I just about took off before he snapped at me.

“Look, boy, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. The easy way is you sit tight, I have my way with you, and we move on as if nothing ever happened, which may be difficult as you'll be dead. Or we can do this th....” I pulled my wand and shot an Incendio before bolting in the other direction, effectively ending the conversation. I was still shaking from running nonstop all the way here and now I had to run all the way back, nonetheless, with a homicidal lycanthrope snarling my heels. Even worse, instead of hearing him screaming or roaring from taking an Incendio point blank, I could hear him laughing. I was pretty sure I was gonna die then. At some point, I couldn't hear him anymore and in sheer panic of not knowing where he was, I decided to set fire to everything behind me as I scrambled back to Hogwarts. I mean, what better way to alert the castle than to send giant smoke signals? I thought at least the fires would delay Greyback from directly pursuing me. Regardless, I set the Forbidden forest ablaze like it did me wrong in a past life, and ran like that very life depended on it. I was losing breath and pretty sure I was going to vomit again when I caught a glimpse of Hagrid's hut through a clearing in the tree. It was the first time I had ever felt like bawling from sheer, unadulterated joy.

That's when Greyback decided the game was over.

He hit me in the back of the neck so swift and hard that my entire world went silver. My legs went numb and collapsed under me like I was dropped with a Black Family Dark Arts Stunner. My wand flew from my hand and I really did start crying. I didn't stop moving though. I crawled and pulled at the ground determined. I was too young to die and too pissed off at the world to succumb to it being hunted like a sheep. I was literally millimeters away from my wand when a foot came down, snapping it into three pieces. I pulled my legs under me and did my best to scramble away but his hands clamped down around my shoulders and soon, my cheek was pressed against the oddly warm dirt.

“You Weasley's got fire in you, that's for sure!” he barked in laughter. “No worries, I'll be sure to put it out just as soon as I'm done with you.”

My pants were pooled at my knees. My boxers ripped off. My robes were torn apart and used to bind my hands behind my back before I could mount any decent defense in the first place. I had now settled for trying to kick him in the back with my heels, as he pressed his cock against me from behind.

“Oh, don't worry, boy. I'm not all monster. Seeing as how you gave me a good chase, I'll make it good. I grabbed some Falsas fruit on the way, just to show you I was thinking about you. They should provide good enough lube. After all, I don't want to hurt myself. That wouldn't do,” he crooned and cooed into my ear as he slicked my arse with the fruit's oily discharge. Remember how I said that I would've preferred rape to death before being chased, I lied. He shoved a slick finger into me and I felt like he might as well have shoved a butter-slicked butcher knife in there. He had fucking claws! I couldn't help it, I screamed. He was tearing me in two, and it fucking hurt! He must've decided that I wasn't loud enough or something, because then he decided to add another two fingers to stretch me out. I kicked and screamed and cried and he kept working his fingers until I stopped from utter exhaustion. I was shaking, nauseous, and horrified, but I had stopped crying, only sobbing from time to time. He then crooned in my ear, “See now was that so bad? Of course, not. I also brought something else for you, just to prove to you that I want you to enjoy this as much as I will. I don't know what Snape teaches you lot in Potions but have you ever heard of Nymph's Holly, pup?”

It was then, that he shoved something into me, and rubbed it against the open sores. I jerked and kicked and cried out again. He might as well have been rubbing salt into my arse for how much the holly burned. Still, he kept rubbing until I stopped crying and thrashing about in agony. But it didn't take as long as I thought it would. He pulled the holly out and with one of his more blunt fingers decided to prod around deeper inside of me. I was seconds away from asking when he was just going to fuck and kill me when he hit something. I felt it resound throughout my entire body and I must've made some sound he liked because soon he was rubbing whatever the hell it was repeatedly and I began thrashing and crying out for an entirely different reason. Through process of elimination, and the knowledge that I was as hard as a rock, I figured that Nymph's Holly was an aphrodisiac of the worst kind. My entire body was betraying me. I was becoming a poof.

“Keep making those noises and I might let you live,” he rasped into my ear as he lined his slick, dripping and decidedly humongous cock up with my arsehole. He removed his finger to my utter frustration and slid into me with one smooth stroke. He didn't take his time or wait for me to adjust. He just starting pounding at a pace that I knew only werewolves could maintain. It burned. The oil from the Falsas fruit was starting to absorb into our skin and the friction was ridiculous. But it felt bloody marvelous. He once again must've decided that I was too quiet because he soon grabbed me by my shoulder and pulled my torso horizontal. The angle change made it so that he was destroying that spot inside me with every thrust. I could feel sensation shooting across my groin and up the backs of my thighs. I could feel myself becoming more and more tense as he pistoned in and out of me. My balls tightened and when he slapped me on the ass in response to my clenching, I exploded. My legs twitched under me in time with my cock as I watched it spurt thick white cum onto the ground. Obviously, my hole clenching around him was too much for Greyback because he suddenly grabbed a handful of my hair and started fucking me harder and faster than I thought possible for a body. He came, jerking and roaring, and I just about blacked out as my overly abused spot was battered beyond recognition. I had come again, and I was pretty much ready to die at that moment.

Then an arrow came out of nowhere, striking Greyback in the throat. The werewolf collapsed, tearing himself out of me, and soon lay gurgling and gasping as he struggled to pull the bolt from his neck. I shuddered as his cum burned on its way out, and I smiled as I watched him die in pain. That is, until Hagrid came running up to survey the damage. I was then wishing with everything in me that Greyback would wake up to take me with him. Shortly after, I was rushed to the hospital wing and healed from my internal physical wounds. Madam Pomfrey tested for sexual transmittance of lycanthropy, which I had tested positive for, and gave me a dreamless sleep potion to “deal with the shock of the situation.” She seemed more traumatized about me being raped, drugged and liking part of it, more than I did. But I guess the shock still hasn't worn off yet. Next time, I think I'll just puke instead of going for a jog through a forest laden with pedophile werewolves, homocidal dark creatures, and socially maladjusted Death Eaters. Rape seems a little less likely that way.
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