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Rage	By : Penner Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 7335 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 1-Draco Dominates
- 2-Humiliation
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-CHAPTER TWO-
The next day was Saturday.
The night before, Harry had waited in the broom cupboard until nightfall, wrapped his naked body in Draco’s robes, and sneaked back up to Gryffindor Tower hoping it was too late for anyone to notice the bare chest he could not entirely cover.
The Tower had been empty but for a few sleepy faceless bodies that Harry had passed without consideration, up the spiralling stone stairs to his bed. Ron had been asleep in the bed next to him, and Neville’s snores washed out the creaks of Harry’s feet on the wooden floorboards.
Harry’s head had been swimming with words he did not want to think about, and perhaps the pain and physical exhaustion from his experience had been a blessing: he slipped into a dreamless sleep.
Sunlight filled his eyes the next morning. Everything was white, and then a figure’s head bobbed up and down, blocking some of the light. Ron was making his bed. Harry watched, his eyes slits, as Ron bent over. He seemed so calm. Everything seemed so calm.
Then the night before flooded in crumbling the dam of forgetfulness, as it created a sea of regret.
Draco.
A belt biting into his arms.
A finger stroking firm, pale muscle.
A shirt falling through the air.
The tasting of Draco’s…
Harry couldn’t. He closed his eyes. But the darkness was invaded by his own voice from the night before: “‘Cum on me.’” Harry rubbed his eyes, and pulled his hair, which was sticky.
‘Oh God,’ Harry groaned.
‘Tired, are you?’ Ron turned to Harry. ‘Where the hell did you go last night, mate? Me and Hermione were looking for you everywhere.’
The first challenge. The beginning of a mountain of lies that would need to be told.
‘Dumbledore. Meeting.’
‘Oh you were looking at more memories? What were they this time?’
Memories. Harry’s problem.
‘Oh,’ he grumbled furtively, ‘just Voldemort’s dad and stuff...’
Harry opened his eyes fully. Ron was sitting on his bed, his arms behind him. His muscles were bulging in that position, his pyjama top tight-
Oh God.
Harry felt ill. How could be thinking about Ron in this way? But those veins running up his arms…
Stop! he told himself. He’s your best friend that you’ve known since you were eleven.
What had happened last night? How had Harry’s whole life changed like this? But surely it was just something that would pass. Yes, a phase.
‘You don’t look so good,’ Ron said.
Harry didn’t even want to imagine what he looked like.
‘What’s that in you hair? Memory?’
Yes, we’ll stick with that, Harry thought. He decided maybe he should eat something. Routine. Get back to normal. Harry pulled the covers back.
‘What the hell? Why are you wearing Slytherin robes?’
Shit.
‘Oh that,’ Harry said casually, ‘Dumbledore wanted me to go on a secret mission. You know, like we did in second year? Going down into Draco’s - Slytherin’s common room.’
He had said Draco. He had said Draco out loud. Ron looked at him, taking in the obscurity - first the ‘secret mission’, then the fact that he had referred to Malfoy by his first name - but Harry was more worried about the feeling in his stomach as he heard the name. His stomach had dropped like a anville - and he hated it. He hated Draco. Why the fuck had he let that happen? How the fuck could he had let himself take that, ask for that, want that?
‘Right,’ Ron replied. ‘So, do you want to go for a bath. I’m a Prefect now, remember, we’ve got access to the Prefect’s bathroom.’
‘Yeah, alright,’ Harry said automatically, trying to agree, trying to cover up the dirt that seemed to run through his veins.
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It hadn’t even crossed Harry’s mind that going to the bath with Ron would be a terrible idea.
They got to the bathroom on the fifth floor, and entered. Harry followed Ron in. It was a large chamber, with a huge bath and stained glass windows. Ron ran the bath and then took his pyjama top off. Harry, seeing Ron’s large back, felt that, now all too familiar, horrible spasm of nerve and desire, and immediately hated himself. He too removed his robes, but his eyes never left Ron. The pyjama bottoms slipped off, revealing Ron’s strong Keeper’s legs and his tight bottom beneath the boxer shorts. Harry was wearing nothing under his robes.
Ron finally slid his boxers off and turned to Harry. Before Harry could do anything, Ron saw it. Surrounded by Harry’s tangled black hair, his penis grew and bulged, getting bigger every moment.
Ron’s ears turned pink. Harry looked at the floor quickly and headed for the bath, but only feeling Ron’s hard stare caused his penis to drip with pre-cum. Ron said nothing and only got into the bath, his face looking like it was being forced to remain blank. Should Harry continue? The bubbles would mask his erection, but would not wipe Ron’s memory - he had seen the stiff cock and he had known. Maybe he could make some excuse and make a run for it - but for now, his feet took him towards the bath.
Then the impossible happened.
The bathroom door swung open, and in strolled the last person Harry wanted to see. The blonde boy wore the same white shirt, half-buttoned above green pyjama bottoms and black shoes. Harry’s heart pounded in the region of his Adam’s apple, his throat drying, his breath growing heavier. A momentary flash of shock crossed Draco’s face but then transformed, as though Transfigured, into a grin of the utmost satisfaction.
‘Well, well. It’s the Gryffindor lads.”

‘Piss off, Malfoy,’ Ron sighed, ‘there’s plenty other bathrooms for scum like you.’
Harry still couldn’t believe it. Here was Draco, standing before him, watching Harry - naked - step into a bath, Ron watching. How could this happen after last night? Hadn’t Draco seen enough, done enough?
‘Oh I think I’ll stay. What do you think, Harry?’
Draco had said Harry’s name, like that, in front of Ron. Harry grew hot, his nerves welling, and his penis extremely confused below. Harry simply got into the bath.
‘Fuck off, Malfoy,’ Harry said, trying for a throwaway remark.
Draco gave a snigger, and then removed his shirt (Harry’s heart dropped, surely plummeting to the bottom surface of the bath), then his shoes and pyjama bottoms. Oh God, no. The arse he had tasted the night before was as tight as ever, and Harry forced his head round to the bubbles.

Ron sat awkwardly, angrily.
‘We said fuck off, Malfoy!’
Then Harry watched, as Ron got out the bath and stormed towards Draco, still naked, and shoved him by the shoulders. Draco stumbled backwards, laughing. Harry noticed the confidence with which Draco now squared up to Ron, cackling. He had been terrified the night before - but now he laughed.

‘What’s up Weasley, scared of a little man time? Or in your case, boy time. I mean look at that carrot.’
Harry didn’t know what Draco was talking about - Ron’s penis was almost as large as Draco’s, and that was without being hard. Harry also noticed, with an odd sensation, that Draco was hard. He was getting off by this contact with Ron, whose ears had turned pink again.
‘Look,’ he hissed, ‘get out, or I’ll fucking throw you out.’
Draco looked at Ron, then Harry. He moved his pale feet round Ron and approached the Ron’s pile of clothes, saying nothing. Harry didn’t know what to expect. But then Draco picked up Ron’s wand.
‘What the fuck are you doing?’ Ron bellowed, ‘put that down!’
But Draco pointed it at Ron and said, ‘Imperio.’
A change came over Ron. His tense, muscular shoulders sank to their usual position, his hard mouth softened.
‘Come here, Weasel,’ Draco laughed. ‘Watch this, Potter. You’re going to like this.’
Harry sat in the bath, nonplussed, and could not move an inch, as though Petrified. Ron moved towards Draco, smiling, stopping in front of him.
‘Bend over,’ Draco said. Ron obeyed. He revealed a big, tight, strong buttocks which widened as he stooped. Draco sank to his knees and then, with a wink to Harry, stuck a tongue in Ron’s hole. Harry could feel the water close in on his cock, which grew harder than ever. There was something about watching the boy - who had controlled Harry the night before - virtually raping Harry’s best friend, which made Harry guilty with lust.
‘Grunt,’ Draco commanded Ron, before sticking his tongue back in. Ron grunted as the blonde boy slid his strong, pink muscle into him. Draco paused, after some time, for breath.
‘Want to come and have a go, Potter? He yours for the taking, I like to share.’
Harry stared into Draco’s cold eyes, they were so inviting. He got out of the bath, soap dripping from his shining body and approached the two boys. Draco nodded in pleasure at Harry’s wet skin and muscle before pulling Harry forward. Harry reached a hand out to Ron’s arm, and felt it. It was strong.
‘I can make him do anything, Potter. Just tell me what you want.’
The plan was already formed in Harry’s head. I’ll tell you what I want, you fucker, Harry thought.
‘I want him to lay me down, Draco,’ Harry teased undetectably, ‘and I want you and Ron to take me.’
Draco smiled evilly.
‘Oh you do, Potter? Alright, alright. I suppose that can be done.’
Draco raised the wand to Ron, and Harry grabbed it. He then smacked Draco across the face, with a fist, and all the strength he could must. It was easy - Harry hated him more than anything. Draco was lifted from his feet by the strike, and then flew into the water.
‘Imperio,’ Harry said, pointing the wand at Ron. ‘Ron, get dressed, and go back to the Common Room. I’ll get you there later.’
Harry would send Ron back to the Common Room, and then he would deal with the boy who fucked his whole life up in a night. Ron began to obey, and bowed down to his clothes. Harry could help taking a snatched glimpse at his moist left nipple, on which soap trailed in moving, watery, rivulets. Then a voice called from the bath.
‘Don’t obey him, Weasley! Stop getting dressed! Get Potter on the ground!’
Harry, knowing nothing else to do, simply looked at Ron, and could almost see the conflicting commands in Ron’s eyes. Would Ron follow Draco’s orders? Harry wasn’t sure how the Imperius Curse worked.
‘I said get him on the ground!’
Harry spun round to Draco, who was climbing out of the bath. Harry raised the wand, and pointed it at him.
‘Stupe-’
But the incantation was not completed. Harry was knocked the the tiled ground, his cock hitting it agonisingly, as a force hit him. Then he felt his wrists being grabbed by wet hands, which tightened like a steel vice, and pushed his arms outwards onto the floor. Ron lay on top of his back, his weight crushing Harry, whose face pressed against the square, white tiles.
‘Well done, Ron,’ Harry heard the bastard say. Harry struggled, though at the same time felt his penis spurt. Harry ha never felt more disturbed. Ron was on top of him, naked. Ron. Harry needed out. He couldn't do this. He couldn't face what was coming. He knew he would never again be able to look into Ron's dark eyes and recognised them as a friends'.
‘Don’t let him up,’ Draco said, ‘if he struggles, beat the shit out of him. Now, entertain me. I want to see you torture him. I want to see the look on his face as his best friend rapes him.’
Draco laughed.
‘That’s right, Potter. Surely you knew I wouldn’t be fucking done with you.’
Harry’s wrist were now freed. The hands moved to his arse cheeks, and parted them.
‘No, Ron! Please! Think about what you’re doing! Please stop!’
Harry only managed to gasp this as his chin was still pressed against the tiles. It was a mixture of fear and disgust, with which he shouted.
His arse cheeks felt torn apart by Ron’s strength. And Harry knew what was coming. Now he wished Ron's penis was carrot-sized, but he knew it was going to feel like a cucumber. He felt the warm penis touch his hole. For a moment, it felt wonderful. But then Ron thrusted with all his might, and in one agonising, messy, penetration, Harry began to scream.
‘Pound him like a fucking chicken,’ spat Draco moved to stand right beyond Harry’s head. Harry saw his pale feet right next to him - but did not register. The pain was too much. Ron began to thrust harder and faster. If only there had been something to soothe it, ease it. Harry felt the groin smash into him, heard the smacking of Ron’s balls against his thighs underneath his own screams.
‘Silence him,’ Draco commanded.
Harry felt Ron’s hand tighten around his mouth. All he could now was whimper.
‘Turn him up so I can see.’
The two bodies, joined as one, rolled onto Ron’s back, his groin still crashing into Harry’s hole, except Harry now looked up to the ceiling, his mouth covered. He whimpered into Ron’s hand, as Ron grunted with the extra effort of thrusting in this position.
Then Draco moved to stand over the pair of them, looking down at Harry with a hard face.
Oh, God, this is too much, Harry thought.
‘Now you’ll fucking think about what you do to me and my family,’ Draco spat. ‘Stop,’ he said to Ron. And Ron stopped thrusting, but this was worse. The penis sat still inside Harry, growing harder and yet further into him. Ron’s hand slipped away, and Harry began to cry with the pain.
Draco sank onto the two of them, his thighs around Harry’s stomach.
‘Please,’ Harry cried, ‘just stop.’
‘Be quiet.’
With surprising softness, Draco stroked Harry’s chest. Then his fingers tightened on one of Harry’s nipples. He didn’t care. The pain in his bottom was worse than anything. He moaned still, but his heart now hurt too as his eyes locked onto those cold, grey ones. Draco then stopped pinching Harry’s nippled, and wrapped his hands around Harry’s throat. Harry could only make gagged cries of pain now.
‘Remember who’s in charge now, Potter. You might think you’re the chosen one, but you’re nothing really. Just a sad, raw, little boy.’
A tear streamed down Harry’s face. Draco then rubbed Harry’s face with his own penis, Ron still breathing beneath, and proceeded to slide it into Harry’s mouth. When the blowjob was complete, it was Ron’s face which Draco cummed over. Draco then lifted Harry’s legs, and shoved Ron’s wand up Harry’s hole, causing Harry to scream once more. The pain had paralysed him.

Draco dressed, and then left the bathroom.

Moments later, when the Imperius curse on Ron broke, and Harry lay naked on top of him (the cum poured from Ron’s nose, but it was each other’s eyes, filled with humiliation beyond repair, as they looked at each other, which really disturbed both Gryffindors), Harry was sure of one thing: revenge.
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