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Detention can change your life	By : Pandora Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 6802 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Here we go, part two of the revenge. Please, lean back and enjoy how two more ugly Gryffindor butts are going to be kicked now!!!

24 Some more haunted dreams

Blaise Zabini, the handsome guy with the raven-black ponytail, felt all the bottled rage because the loss of his boyfriend coming up to the surface as he stepped into Seamus Finnegan’s dream. Now it was his turn to get some vengeance for Harry’s rape and his own misery as well. The brief moment of sadness was overshadowed completely by the burning flame of anger and a cold determination to punish the Irish boy for his part in the dirty game of harassing gay wizards and witches for their nature and ruining their life.

With piercing steel-blue eyes the black-haired teen glared around to find out what the other boy might dream only to use it for his own benefit. Referring to the landscape that place must be somewhere in Ireland and it looked like a desert moor with a nice and peaceful looking forest. It wasn’t such a great deal to take control and change a few details making the atmosphere more sinister and scary. At first a mist began to rise beyond the wet and muddy ground growing to a heavy fog covering most of the surroundings and stealing all the sunny light.

The dark-haired Slytherin changed into his chosen dream form his eyes gleaming like illuminated from inside and changing their colour to a dark shade of green. The banshee, that was his disguise, had a tall and very feminine body wearing a black satin dress and a deep purple satin cape. The still black hair with some strains of silver was waving around her face loose and nearly reached her knees hanging down silkily. The look on her face expressed pure hatred and would frighten away every one who crossed her way. The pale, milky skin made her appearance really ghost like and the dark red lips performed a wicked and sinister smile that could have frozen one’s blood in a second.

The horror figure proceeded to glide over the muddy ground like soaring and was searching for the dreaming Gryffindor. It didn’t take long to find out where he was hiding his wretched person away almost crying as he had to face his visitor. The darkly smirking banshee then signalled with a single finger on her lips better to stay calm and moved closer slowly increasing the boy’s suffering more and more. The Irish student moaned hoarsely and buried his face in his hands like a little child playing a game of hide and find.

The ghost-like figure touched his hands with ice-cold fingers and fo him him to look at her face again smiling a cold smile her cruel eyes still glowing threatening. She leant forward and brushed her deadly lips over his mouth making the boy shiver under her cold breath, meeting lightly his sweating face. The Irish guy grimaced showing his nearly unbearable horror and desperation not used to the fact of being controlled in this way, unable to do something or to stop the action.

The banshee traced with her deadly cold, spider-like, long fingers over the sensible skin in the boy’s face and trailed her way down to his unprotected throat. The long and somehow sharp fingernails left some bruises on the dreamer’s skin, aching like poisoned and the boy was unable to move his body or to control his shaking muscles. Tears were freely streaming down his cheeks and the hot, salty liquid mingled with the cold, salty sweat, his face showing still his grimace of silent horror.

The deadly threatening woman began to unbutton the guy’s shirt and removed it from his sweat-damp upper body. Sticking out her dark red tongue the banshee started to lick the naked skin of the boy’s torso finding her way down to his rosy nipples, unbearable fear was frozen in his eyes and he still was crying noiseless. Suddenly the horror figure snapped and bit down violently on the Gryffindor’s nipples several times bruising him once more. Fresh, dark red blood was flowing down the naked skin and the Irish student opened his mouth in a voice-less scream.

The sinister looking deadly fairy grasped under her cape and pulled out a silver dagger grinning wickedly and scratched over the flesh of the other boy’s unprotected throat making him whimper painfully. Pulling down his pants with one single quick move the banshee glared at the dreaming boy with a burning flame of pure hatred in her glowing eyes. Seamus’s eyes filled with tears again, or still they were who cares, and the expression in his face was stunned showing his raw horror.

The deadly hand of his personal nightmare moved down the dagger slowly, very slowly and threatening, before it finally touched the last destination causing a burning pain and leaving several bloody marks at the boy’s penis. At least the banshee brushed her ice-cold lips again over the trembling lips of her victim opened her mouth and screamed her deadly scream into the Gryffindor’s ear making him faint and disappear fading away, awaken at least after his torture.

In the meantime Hermione Granger stepped into Neville Longbottom’s dream hesitating a single moment to get used to her new situation. Obviously her perverted housemate was dreaming about something creepy before she entered his dreams because she found herself in a wet and dark dungeon. With an icy expression in her eyes she transformed into the dark-haired threatening Potion Master performing his trademarked death glare. With billowing robes crawling around like a giant bat the third dreamweaver started his mission searching for the dreaming person to make him regret his entire life.

Entering the next room the girl in her Professor-Snape-disguise found what she was looking for: a masturbating Neville with a blissful expression on his face was laying on the cold stone ground groaning loudly while he was stroking himself with a leather wipe. "Disgusting Mr Longbottom, you’re a little pervert, are you?" icily snarled the dream Snape, perfectly like the real one would.
The Gryffindor nearly jumped out of his skin in shock and disbelief and screamed like a girl. The nightmare Potions Master grinned wickedly and bellowed "Detention for masturbating and being pervert, Mr Longbottom." Neville hiccupped several times but didn’t move out of his trance-like state, eyes widened in shock and body trembling.

The raven-haired teacher glared at the student with anger and hatred as he whispered, "The whole school should see how wretched your mind is and what kind of perverts the Gryffindors are. I’d guess that your parents are lucky to be insane so they won’t have to look at your pitiful life or they were going to get mad with what they had to see, looking at you: incompetence, thickness, total lack of brain, no wizardry abilities nearly a sqib. My boy, you are a disgrace for the whole wizardry world!"
The clumsy brown-haired boy stared with even more widened eyes, if that actually was possible, at the teacher in his dream and started to sob earnestly.

The black-haired man stared daggers at the whimpering form of his student laying shivering on the cold and stony floor and drawled dangerously "Oh, how pathetic little, brave Gryffindor. Raping other students but in reality a fucking weakling and the worst coward I’ve ever met before."
The boy was trembling awfully with his entire body and sniffled with a shaky voice "You know about the Potter incident?"
"Yes, I do" the Professor roared and continued with an ice-cold voice "I promise you’ll regret what you’ve done. Be prepared for everything, bastard. You won’t know when exactly or what is going to happen but be sure you won’t get out of this without a punishment."

The name-less fear in the boy’s face grew more and more and the dream form of the Slytherin’s Head pointed his wand at the boy and said with a cruel undertone "I’ve heard about one of your favourite Unforgivable Curses. Wanna know how it feels like, little rat?"
Waving the wand quickly and hissing one single word "Crucio" the black-haired man with the pale face pointed his wand straight at the certain spot between his legs. The dreaming boy gasped for air as he was hit by the curse and soon the student was writhing around on the floor and screaming in agony and pain. Finishing the badly aching curse the wizard murmured darkly, "Now getting mad like your brave parents?"

The scared and tortured boy cried silent tears of suffering and wasn’t able to answer the last question. But that wasn’t really important in fact. Once in rage the last dreamweaver began to finish the task with the final show down binding the whimpering bundle of Gryffindor with magical chains and dripping him onto the ground violently, knees and head down, fat ass up in the air. Summoning a huge wooden penis with a rough surface the raven-haired man moved closer from behind whispering, "Soon you’ll know how it is like being raped, little cry baby!"

Neville was begging incoherently, "Please, Professor Snape don’t do that to me like this. ... I always loved you and longed for your admirable body but I want to see your face while you shag me."
The girl in disguise was disgusted and a never known rage came over her mind and she roared dangerously, "You thought that I would touch your disgusting body with my own hands? Never ever, damned bastard!"
The elder wizard stepped forward and pushed without a warning the wooden penis with some new enchanted spikes into the boy’s ass making him scream like mad and blood was flowing over his fat arse cheeks. At that point the screaming boy awoke and his form faded away. Soon afterwards Hermione woke up with a start trembling and swallowing hard.

The brown-haired girl saw all eyes in the hidden room watch her closely with concern and sighed deeply looking over to the two other dreamweavers noticing that they seemed to be as exhausted as she felt but none of them showed a similar expression of loath and horror. Draco, who was holding tightly his boyfriend in his lap, asked softly "What happened, Hermione?"
Pansy ran to her girlfriend wrapping her arms around her gently and she immediately tried to soothe her. The Gryffindor answered hoarsely "That was one hell of trip to pervert human mind. I’ll tell you later when I’ve recovered." The five students were too exited to sleep that night and one after another the dreamweavers told the others what happened during their dreams. Hermione was the last and everybody widened the eyes in shock as she explained the last part of her dream session. After they finished talking about the last night’s happenings it was almost time to get ready for breakfast and watching leant back the sweet revenge’s aftermath.
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