Primal | By : PrimalDragon Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 22229 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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My name is Ronald Weasley, and I have no fucking clue what the hell is going on.
Of course if you ask Hermione if I ever know what is going on she would honestly tell you that I never know what is going on around me, that if you put a piece of food in front of me it will distract me for eternity.
Yes, most of the time there are certain subtleties that escape me, but a far greater amount don't.
They all mistake apathy for laziness, and that is alright by me.
I don't really know who I am, so why should I really do anything?
I miss the days when Mum would just give a list of chores and when they were done I could just... Be.
The sorting hat said I was the least ambitious person he has seen in centuries, and that is alright by me.
Most of the time.
Despite not being ambitious, my other siblings have called me greedy.
I think it might be true. Sometimes I just want, and want, and want it almost makes me want to do something to get it.
So I complain to those around me, make a big stink once in a while, and maybe play a game of chess. It helps being friends of Harry. It makes people listen more, easier that way I think.
Or Something.
Do I resent Harry? Of course I do. Most of the time he is just flowing through life, just like me, and he ends up doing all these cool things and in awesome situations. It isn't as if he does any more schoolwork than Hermione asks of either of us.
And those around him always play the, "He has no family! Don't be jealous, can you imagine if you had no family!" card. Fucking idiots, the lot of them. How the hell does the fact he have no family directly relate to him being on the other side of the cave-in to save Ginny? Or Hermione deciding Harry had to go on, instead of her?
The two things aren't related!
Sometimes I get worked up, other times I don't. Either way I eventually cool down when my apathetic natures reasserts itself.
So when Harry pulled me up to our dorm room and cast a charm to vanish my clothes, I figured I would just go with it.
The fact there were times I dreamed of giving him a blow job while be fucked by one of my brothers might have also had something to do with it.
When I would wake up from those dreams I would always deny them, feel ashamed and aroused at the same time. Sort of like now.
I mean, I am a Weasley, A Gryffindor! I am not supposed to enjoy serving others, right?
The speech he gave me, professing his ownership of me, filled me with rage, lust, and reluctance. Yes I wanted things and didn't do anything to try to get them. They didn't really matter that much to me anyway. Harry always had been my superior in raw skill, even if I was reluctant to admit it. In looks he started to gain more weight and muscle, and was no longer the skinny boy from first year. The fame put him ahead of me socially most of the time. The thing about my family was just ridiculous. Yes I was friends with Harry and used it to my best interest, but I would hardly call that something important about myself. I was... I was....
I just went with the flow. That is how I like it. But him calling me his property? His Slave?
It was ridiculous. Yet still at the thought.... my penis turned hard.
Then the words, "You. Are. Mine." sent a shock of thrill and pleasure.
Getting your head slammed against the wall when you have a cracked rib hurts. When he demanded me to call him Master it instinctively happened.
Still reluctance and shame were seated in my heart. Why the hell wasn't I fighting back? What he was doing wasn't right. It was cruel, even for the darkest of relationships.
When rubbing his cock, for with its magnificence it could be called nothing else, not like my small penis, I finally started to accept who I am.
I let go of my shame, doing this for Harry is what I am supposed to be doing.
I enjoyed doing it, screw what society says. If I enjoy kneeling in front of him, being abused by him, pleasuring him, and getting pleasure in return, who the hell can tell me I shouldn't be doing this?
Having him choke and use me as he wished, for a time lifted the eternal apathy and hopelessness that had encased my life.
I would submit to him. Be his. Continue going with the flow, and let his will be the flow.
So I started to lick him as I contemplated my choice to continue on and just Be. Be with him. Be for him.
When he started to use my head, occasionally burying himself in me for a few seconds, I started to wank.
When he exploded into my mouth and commanded me to swallow, I didn't think about it. Following his orders was like being home again being given simple chores by Mum. I was happy and thrilled, and everything just felt right.
And that was all right be me.
Still, I was really confused what the hell changed Harry from being almost as lax as me to... to... this dominant sadistic.... beast?
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