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Precious Mudblood	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 79302 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
- 1-Precious Mudblood
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
- 11-Ch 11
- 12-Ch 12
- 13-Ch 13
- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15
- 16-Ch 16
- 17-Ch 17
- 18-Ch 18
- 19-Ch 19
- 20-Ch 20
- 21-Ch 21
- 22-Ch 22
- 23-Ch 23
- 24-Ch 24
- 25-Ch 25
- 26-Ch 26
- 27-Ch 27
- 28-Ch 28
- 29-Ch 29
- 30-Ch 30
- 31-Ch 31
- 32-Ch 32
- 33-Ch 33
- 34-Ch 34
- 35-Ch 35
- 36-Ch 36
- 37-Ch 37
- 38-Ch 38
- 39-Ch 39
- 40-Ch 40
- 41-Ch 41
- 42-Ch 42 (edited. longer)
- 43-Ch 43
- 44-Ch 44
- 45-Ch 45
- 46-Ch 46
- 47-Ch 47
- 48-Ch 48
- 49-Ch 49
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- 76-Chapter 76
- 77-Ch 77
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- 79-Ch 79
- 80-Ch 80
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They walked through corridors decorated
in pink and grey until they came to a door like all the others and Harry
pressed his hand on it to open it.�

Inside there was nothing.� Nothing much.�

It was a tiny room without windows, carpet or furniture and only one other door
in the left wall.� It looked the kind of
poky little place you�d find in a run-down tenement building.�

�What..?!�
she began, confused.�

Harry waved her off and walked to
the other door without hesitation, opening it and stepping out into a small,
cosy hallway with a red and gold runner on the floor and pictures of hand drawn
country landscapes on the walls.�

The wallpaper had a floral motif.� This place felt like..a
cottage or the kind of house that someone�s grandparents might have.�

Harry motioned for her to follow
and they walked to the end of the hall and down a narrow carpeted staircase
that curved back on itself.�

When they reached the bottom of the stairs she could hear the sound of people
down the hall talking.�

She recognised Mrs Weasley�s voice and looked at Harry
wide eyed.�

He whispered into her ear. �We�re going to try to avoid them but if anyone does
see us, just smile and act normal.

You and I are just friends here, don�t try to hold my hand or kiss me. �

Don�t answer anything about Voldemort or your time there.� Don�t talk about anything related to the
order or any meetings.� Just look
uncomfortable if anyone says anything about those topics, ok?�

Don�t say..anything..to make them suspicious about me, Mione.. or
I�ll have to obliviate them and then I�ll have to
take you back to our rooms and make sure you don�t do it ever again.� Understand?��

She nodded frantically, her hands
white knuckled and tight with the effort of remaining calm.

Harry scrutinized her for a moment
and then nodded.� He stepped down off the
stair and turned back down the hallway away from the voices.�

At the last door in the dim
hallways he pressed his hand against the wood and focused for a moment.� There was a click eventually and then he
reached down and turned the knob.� They
walked in.�

The room was dark but in the half-light thrown by the open door she could see a
form lying in bed, obviously sleeping.�

Harry ushered her in impatiently
and then closed the door.�

A candelabra near the bed with six candles in a circle sprung to life and the
form in the bed leapt up with a cry, in a tangle of blankets�

�Whosthere?! Wha?! Who?! Wazzit?!��

She saw Ron blink at them both muzzily and collapse
in relief and then his mind seemed to catch up with him again and he leapt back
again.�

�Harry!!!� What�s she doing here?!� You�re
letting her just walk around now?!� Why
are you here?!�

He had pressed himself against the
wall, standing on his bed in blue and white stripy PJs and looked a bit
ridiculous, she thought.� Harry smiled.�

�Calm down Ron.� It�s alright.�
I�ll protect you from the scary unarmed barefoot girl, ok?!��

Ron frowned.� �No need to be like that, mate.� I�m just saying, is all..� she shouldn�t be wand�ring around. Never know what he�s done to her.� She could
go off at any time like that mad Lestrange
bint!��

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.� �Thank
you so much Ronald.� I am not
mad and I�m not who you should be
worried about.�� Harry shot her a sharp
look.�

�Ron.. come down, mate.�
You�re making my neck hurt.� Look.. she�s got no magic and she�s not
armed..�

Hermione considered the knife in
its sheath on her belt under her shirt and quirked her lips faintly.� Harry went on

�..We just got bored in my room
and thought we�d come see how you were doing.�

Maybe you want to come play some exploding snap or something with us. We might
make a pizza for dinner.��

Ron obviously took the possibility
of pizza into account and wavered, looking at Hermione with a furtive
suspicious expression and then back at Harry, uncertainly.� She could see he was on the tipping
point.�

�Ron.. I�m
sorry about.. about what
happened, ok?� I had no choice.� He was going to kill me and Ginny!� I didn�t know what else to do!�

I tried not to.. not to hurt
you too much.� Please forgive me!! �� She said and
realised that, apart from the lie about Ginny and herself, she did mean most of
it.� She had tried not to hurt him too badly and she didn�t really feel like
she�d had much of a choice.�

She wasn�t.. particularly.. sorry about it
though.� Harry was right.� Ron was a wet prat.�

And, she thought, he seemed to think with either his stomach or his prick.

He was looking at her indecisively, his eyebrows raised
as if he wanted to believe her.�

She smiled gently � �come with
us!� you can
have your own pizza.� I�ll put pineapple
and bacon on it, just how you like it.�
It�ll be like it used to be.�� Harry
smiled encouragingly.

�Come on, mate.. give her a
chance!� I�ll protect you.� I�ll make sure she doesn�t overpower you and
have her way with you with a butter knife�� He laughed and Ron laughed nervously
too.�

�Yeah.. have her way with me.�
Funny, Harry� he smiled queasily.�

�So you�ll come?� she asked,
injecting as much fragile hope into her voice as she could.

Ron swallowed nervously.�Sure guys.� I�ll
just pop and tell mum where I�m going, else she�ll worry.��

Harry looked up �Oh.. yeah.� I�ll do that.�
You ..uh.. might want
to put some clothes on, eh?�� Ron looked
down and then back up to them, looking at Hermione a moment longer and blushing
slightly.�

It was..sweet.. she
realised.��

�Um.. i�ll give you some privacy, ok Ron?�
she mumbled and followed Harry out to the hallway.�

No sooner had she closed the door than he had pressed her against the wall, his
hand on her chest.�

�I�m not the one you should be worried about??!� he hissed at her softly.� �What
did I tell you on the stairs?! Don�t do it again!� You�re just lucky he was too daft to get
it.��

She nodded uncomfortably.� �I�m sorry, Harry.� It just slipped out.� I tried to make up for it��

He nodded slowly.� �yeah..
ok.��

He suddenly seemed to prick his
ears at something and walked quickly to a point halfway down the hall, starting back just as the doorknob turned and Ron
opened the door, dressed in a dark blue robe and trainers.

Ron jumped slightly when he noticed her standing in the corner in the
dark.�

�Wh-what are you doing standing there, Mione..� he asked fearfully.�

She looked down.�

�I don�t want anyone to see me here.�
They�ll all think I�m a danger or ask me things that make me
uncomfortable.��

She glanced back up at him briefly and then turned.� Harry had almost reached them.�

�It�s all set.� Your mum invited me for dinner tomorrow
night.� I�ll see if I can make it � I dont want to leave mione alone in
the manor and its probably better if she doesn�t come round for tea just yet.��

Ron nodded at him and avoided looking at Hermione.�

�Let�s go, mate.� I�m hungry.� We haven�t eaten yet�� Harry threw back at Ron and they all
went to the stairs.�

Ron clumped up the stairs after
her and she tried to climb with a straight back so her knife wouldn�t peek
out.� She was worried that the noise they
were making would drag whoever was in the kitchen out.� Harry obviously hadn�t said anything to them
so it would be bad if they discovered them.�
But nobody came out to yell alarm at the unexpected guests.� She supposed Harry might have cast some kind
of silencing charm on the door.��

As they crossed the run down
little room back into the wider more stately corridors of what she realised was
�the manor� Hermione wondered for the first time where she was.�

The building Ron had been in.. and
indeed the intervening room both seemed very different places to the pink and
grey corridors around Harry�s chambers.�

�They�re in different parts of the
country�� Harry
called back at her.� �It�s a spell i found that connects buildings through doors.� Essentially it�s as if all the buildings are
under the same fidelius charm.� You can
walk from one to the other and if one is ever somehow compromised, I can just
shut it down and the rest of the structure will stay intact.�

My manor is the centre-point��

She was astounded.� What a fantastic idea.� Harry was amazing!�

�Are you sure you should be telling her all that�� Ron grumbled from behind her.�� She felt a momentary swell of anger.�

�Yes Ron� Harry said peevishly.�
�Hermione is our friend and I trust her.��

She wondered if they were really
going to have pizza.� She actually was
hungry.�

Harry seemed to sigh in front of her

�Pizza first then, guys? ��
he asked.� They both
responded enthusiastically in the affirmative.

After they had eaten.. they walked back to Harry�s
chambers full and a lot more relaxed than before the meal.�

Somehow the act of making the dough and creating the pizzas and eating together
was cathartic.� Ron warmed up and soon he
and Harry were discussing quiddich and telling her about the anecdotes in the Weasley
family that she�d missed out on over the last two months.�

She laughed and joked with them but didn�t quite allow herself to relax
fully.�

She had a bad feeling that Harry
hadn�t brought Ron here for laughs and pizza.�
Not with the way he�d smiled as he thought of it.�

She stopped as Harry unwarded and opened his door and let them both go in in front of him.

Ron looked around the place as if he�d
never been here before.� �Looks different,
Harry.. what happened?� Mione redecorate in the five minutes she�s
been back?��

Harry closed the door quietly
behind himself.� �No Ron� he said in a
bored voice. �I just felt like a change.��

Ron was looking around slightly
uneasily.� �Where�s her room then?��

Harry didn�t say anything but walked off toward the library.� Ron seemed to take this as an answer.�

�Oh.. trust Hermione to choose to live in a library��

He slowed as he walked in, taking in the quite..dark..
atmosphere in the room and the lack of a bed.. or wardrobe.. or any other sign
that anyone was living in here.��

�Harry..?� he began querulously but he abandoned whatever it was he was going
to say when Harry turned around, having reached the middle of the room.� His face was twisted in cruel amusement.�

�What is it now, Ron?� he asked
softly, dangerously.�

Hermione had followed Ron into the
library and now she closed the door gently, leaving the room illuminated only
by the fire in the hearth and a torch on one wall.�

It was..a rather dark and oppressive room, she
realised unexpectedly.� All the dark arts
books seemed to emanate a soft malice and the light threw deep shadows.� The blue tones of the walls and carpet became
black.�

�Harry.. what�s going on?� Ron asked nervously..
his voice just a touch squeaky.�

�What�s going on Hermione?� Harry
asked, smirking.

She swallowed, and decided that there was no merit to resisting.� She smirked darkly back at Harry and
responded breathily.� �I don�t know, Harry.
What is going on?!��

Ron looked more than a little
afraid now, his face darting back and forth between them on either side of
him.� He finally decided that she was the
bigger threat and turned his body slightly to face her.�

�Mione.. stop it.. whatever you�re doing.�
Just stop it.� It�s not funny.��

Harry laughed, full throat �He still thinks it�s you he has to worry
about, Hermione! � he crowed, delighted.�

Ron�s shaggy red head swung back
toward Harry and he shifted from foot to shaky foot uneasily.� He patted his pockets suddenly and seemed to
panic even more.� �mate..
what�s-..��

�-going on. Yes you asked already,
Ron� Harry finished for him, displaying Rons
wand in the palm of his left hand, the smile melting from his face.�

�what�s going on is that Hermione shared with me a
surprising memory of you and I thought you might enjoy the chance to continue
where you left off during the initiation.�
Call it a gift.��

Ron turned white and started shaking.�

�This is a joke, right, Harry?� You�re kidding.� ...You really h-had me going.�� Very convincing mate.
�Just leave off now, �al-alright.� Its
enough.��

Harry raised his wandless hand and
Ron�s arms were suddenly wrenched up above his head till he stood on
tiptoes.�

�Be quiet now, ok, mate and we�ll get
started��

He looked at Hermione who was doing her own level best not to shake.� �Cut his robe off.� He intoned lowly, turning
and stalking away to lounge in the dark blue leather wingback chair and watch
them both, looking for all intents and purposes like the Dark Lord on his throne.��

Hermione padded forward to Ron,
darting a glance up to his terrified eyes once.�
�...sorry Ron..� she said quietly and reached
behind her, drawing out the dagger.�

Ron�s eyes got huge and he whimpered slightly.�
He started begging, almost incoherently. �Please Hermione.. please don�t!.. Just let me go.. I won�t tell anyone.. please don�t cut me.�
Please.. please..��

Hermione looked at him sympathetically and reached up, sliding the devilishly
sharp blade into the hanging arm of his robe and sawing slightly till it parted
in a slit.� She dragged the knife down
his arm toward his collar till it fell in a large ill shaped fabric wing down
under his armpit.�

One peach tinted freckled arm hung in the air, Ron�s fingers clenched to white
fists.�

She repeated the action with the other arm and then moved to stand in front of
him, holding the remaining tube of his robe in place in order to cut his
buttons off one by one.�

Ron had stopped begging and his
eyes looked over her shoulder at Harry as if he couldn�t comprehend what was
happening to him.� �

She heard Harry shift in the chair but didn�t turn to look, instead flicking
the last button off to the side with the dagger and pulling the robe away, not
unkindly, tossing it into the shadows at the side of the room.�

She turned around and looked to Harry
for instruction.�

Ron was breathing shallowly and swallowing convulsively as if his throat was
dry.�

�That�s good, Hermione�� Harry said in a
dark approving voice.� �Why don�t you undress a little too.� I don�t want Ron to feel embarrassed.�� Hermione gulped
and nodded weakly.�

She told herself.. It doesn�t matter.� It doesn�t matter.� Nothing either of them haven�t
seen before.� Ron isn�t going to remember
anyway.� It�s ok.� Harry probably won�t hurt me if I do
everything he says.� It will be ok!��

She looked around for where to put
the knife and in the end, tucked it into the waistband of Ron�s white cotton
boxers.� Ron gave a little cry of dismay.

�She stepped back and began unbuttoning
her black shirt.�

�Slower, Mione� Harry growled
huskily.� �Look at me while you do it..��

She complied.�

Half turning and staring into Harry�s eyes, she slowly let her hand slide from
button to button, claffing her shirt as she went, to
expose her black silken bra.� Harry
narrowed his eyes appreciatively.

�Mmm.. keep going��

She left the shirt hanging open and undid the top button of her low rider
jeans.� The tiny zip was loud over the
faint crackle of the fire.�

Ron made a strangled half gurgle.� She
saw Harry�s eyes flick to him irritated and then soften in amusement.�

Looking she saw Ron�s boxers
tented out from his body.� He flushed
pink, clashing against his hair shockingly.�

�Stop� Harry said quietly.�� She froze,
her hands on the hips of her jeans where she was about to push them down.�

Harry walked over to her and put his
hands on her shoulders, leading her forward to stand in front of Ron.� He turned her till she faced the shaking
redhead.�

Ron�s blue eyes were shiny and wet and the jewels on the hilt of the silver
dagger in his waistband glittered prettily.�

She felt Harry press against her
back, his arms coming around to grip her abdomen possessively.�

Ron blinked, his brows furrowing.�

�She�s mine, Ron.� Not yours.� Never yours.� Harry said by her ear, his voice dark and
cruel.�

Ron gaped but couldn�t seem to get any air.. his face looked like someone who�d just watched their pet
kitten fall into a meatgrinder.�

Hermione remembered that this was exactly what Voldemort�s damn locket horcrux
had whispered to him.. the
fear that had made him leave them in the woods.�

She felt Harry�s hand slide up and cup her breast, while the other slipped down
the front of her jeans, over her matching black silk panties.� She swallowed in shock, and tried desperately
not to react, looking up at Ron helplessly, an
expression of frozen panic in her eyes.�

He looked at her and blinked,
seeming to understand her situation all of a sudden.� For a moment she thought she saw something
like pity flicker on his face and then it was gone, replaced by fear and anger
and desperation.�

He remained silent but his face pinched in hate.�

Harry withdrew both his hands and
placed them on her hips, sliding her jeans down over her legs.� She stepped out of them, so that he could
toss them to the side and he stood again, his robe brushing against her
buttocks slightly as he rose.� After he
pulled the shirt down her arms and sent it the way of the jeans, he put his
arms around her again, coaxing her to lean against his chest so that he could
kiss and nuzzle at her neck while his fingers stroked her abdomen and thigh
gently.�

�Why are you doing this, Harry?� Ron
managed to force out in a tight angry voice.

Harry didn�t even look up at him
from her neck.. and now her
ear where he was nipping at her lobe in a way that made little shivers rush up
her spine.� He mumbled in between kisses
and bites�

�Because...� I can... Ron.� �Because..� I... enjoy...showing
you-�

He flicked his tongue in a long line up the pale column of her throat causing
her to gasp slightly in pleasure and tilt her head for more.�

�..-what� you
can never have...� he finished, looking up now, his green eyes sparkling
capriciously.��

Without warning he grabbed her arm
and pulled her around, crushing his mouth to hers and forcing his tongue past
her lips.�

She kissed him back, despite her guilt and low burning fear, finding this cruel
game strangely exciting.�

Harry was a good kisser.. and
it felt somehow even more illicit and
wrong to do this in front of Ron.�

It seemed Harry was experiencing something similar as he groaned into her mouth
and pulled her tighter against him.�

He released her abruptly and
stepped up to Ron.� �She tastes so sweet.. so..pure..
like honeyed pears.��

Rons
eyebrows rose wistfully.. and
he looked at her with longing eyes.�

Harry smirked nastily. ��

�She was supposed to be mine, Harry.� You said we were meant to be...� You said if I went into Voldemort�s base and
found her..� �Ron
whined desperately. �

Harry laughed and drew the dagger
from Rons waistband, causing
the boy to flinch.�

�You had her, Ron, you stupid
sod.� She was daft enough to actually want you.� You tossed her over for that trashy bit of
fluff, don�t you remember?� The one who half the year had already had a go with.�

And when you arrived here with her after Malfoy saved your
ass from really getting cut you were scared to death of her.� �

You don�t deserve her.� You certainly couldn�t handle her.�

You�re not even really worthy of her friendship
so don�t talk such rubbish about meant to
be.�

Harry swiped the knife down Ron�s ribs lightly and he cried out loudly in
unexpected pain.� �

Harry smirked grimly at him.� �Mione, come here� he said very softly.�

She felt her hair stand on end and
padded to him without hesitation.�

�Raise your arms for me...� Harry
murmured at her, his eyes half lidded.�

Her own widened slightly and she bit her lip, but raised her arms, expecting
what would come.�

Harry reached out and slid the
knife down the skin over her ribs, cutting quite deeply, to judge by the hot
wet blood trails she felt race down the side of her body.�

She blinked rapidly at the sharp stinging cold pain and bit her lip, but remained
silent.�

It was what Harry wanted. �She could
tell.��

The cut closed over almost
immediately and she lowered her arms, looking up at Harry nervously.�

�That was good, Mione.. so good.. �� he praised her and then turned to sneer
at Ron.� After a moment�s introspection,
he held out the dagger to her.�

�Cut him up for me��

He turned and swirled away.�

The motion of his robe suddenly strongly evoked the impression of the Dark Lord
in her mind.�

Harry turned back, his eyes dark,
glaring..� He
didn�t say anything.. he didn�t
need to..

She looked down submissively thinking explicitly.� �I didn�t mean to.� I�m sorry..� your robe.� I couldn�t help it.� I�m sorry Harry!��

When she raised her eyes he had reassumed his place in the chair, watching them
both.�

She felt a strange sense of
symmetry suddenly.�

In the dark... lit by firelight.. all these dark texts watching
them like ominous figures.. her silken underwear
shining not unlike the leather underwear had.�
...The Dark Lord watching while Ron trembled like a leaf.. �

She turned to Ron.�

His boxers weren�t tented any more.�

She wondered when his erection had died and whether it would come back at
all.�

She found suddenly that she wanted it to.�
It was so cruel what they were doing to him.. it would be less so if she could believe that he were
enjoying it too.��

She turned away from Harry
completely and stepped close to Ron, raising the knife and showing it to him,
just as she had in the initiation.�

�Let yourself go..
� she murmured, entreating him with her eyes.�
�I won�t hurt you badly..� It�s ok to enjoy it if it turns you on..�� She licked her
lips nervously.� �it�s..
I think it�s what he wants to see anyway.�
If you don�t he might hurt you more..�

It�s probably easier if you.. ..if
you think of Harry in the same way you would Voldemort.�

It�s much better to amuse him.� For everyone.�� So.. so let go, Ron.�
Please?��

Ron seemed to nod almost
imperceptibly, his lips white and pressed together tensely.�

She reached out and slid a hand down his chest gently.�� He shivered..�

She smiled a little dark smile and did it again, only this time she followed it
by the knife blade, slicing millimetre deep into his skin.� Ron hissed and tilted his head back slightly,
his eyes rolling up toward the ceiling.�

She dipped a finger into his blood
and brought it to her lips, licking it from her finger.� Ron�s eyes widened.�

�Doesn�t taste any purer� she said, her eyes glittering.�

Ron closed his eyes and gulped and
she noticed his boxers had filled slightly.

She smiled, pleased and sliced the knife lightly across his abdomen, trailing
it around his side and up his back, while walking around him.� Ron flinched and whined faintly.�

She started carving lines on his
back in the shape of wings and he whimpered as she cut more deeply over his shoulderblades.��

After she was done she trailed another line around his ribs, walking back
around to the front.� She could see that
his boxers were now solidly tented once more.��

As she was looking down at them Harry growled from the chair �Take them off��

She reached with the knife, to
slide it in the waist and cut them off him but Harry stopped her.�

�No.� Use your teeth.� I think Ron deserves a reward for being so quiet.��

She looked over at Harry sharply, unsure, but his face was all Lord Potter.� Smirking nastily.� He meant it.�

She looked at Ron, slightly shaken.� His
eyes were heated, excited.�� He swallowed
and looked eager.�

Giving up and acquiescing to the
Dark Lord Potter�s whim, she let herself fall lightly to her knees in front of
Ron.�

The redhead bowed his head to watch her, overawed.�

Bracing herself with her hands on his upper thighs and straining up as far as
she could, she could just catch the waistband of his boxers between her teeth
after a couple of misses..�

Each time her lips brushed his skin she felt Ron flinch in pleasure.

When she caught it and started to
pull downward she heard him groan and felt his cock twitch against the fabric
next to her face.� Her eyes darted up at
him.�

He was grinning, looking like a man who had not only been pardoned on death
row, but had won the lottery too.�

She had pulled this side of his
boxers down as far as they would go and had to let go and reach for the other
side.��

When� her lips
brushed against the soft, soft, skin on the inside of his pelvis he gasped
again and raised his head, staring at Harry imploringly.�

�Oh god Harry... oh god please... anything..
please!!... please make
her suck me.�� Oh fuck... I�ll do
anything.�

Please Harry.� If she doesn�t touch me I
think i�ll die.. fuck!.. so beautiful.��

Hermione heard him babbling
desperately but she had just about got his boxers down far enough.. and finally his cock bounced
out, free from the lip of the waistband.�

She quickly dragged the boxers down to his feet and sat back on her heels to
pull them out from under his feet.�

A hand reached down over her
shoulder, taking them from her. �She
jumped slightly, she hadn�t heard Harry move.�

She turned, looking up and over
her shoulder at him, jumping again in surprise � he was naked.�

He tossed Ron�s boxers in the general direction of the other clothes in the
darkness and looked down at her. �

His cock was hard.� He was bigger than Ron..

she cut her mind off then.. thinking
of saccharine voices singing waterloo again to prevent her mind from comparing
him to the Dark Lord.�

Harry tilted his head amused and
shook it ruefully.� �Take me in your mouth,
Mione� he said quietly.��

Ron whined inarticulately in frustration.�
His cock twitching slightly and reddening with want.��

She turned around on her knees and
looked up at Harry uneasily.�� She hadn�t
done this with him yet. �He reached down
and stroked her head, soothingly.�

She felt that uneasy ghost of Voldemort again and leaned forward, licking the
head of his penis with the tip of her tongue, tracing a small circle around the
slit there.� His cock bobbed and she
captured the head with her lips, sucking it gently into her mouth, before
looking up at him.�

Harry looked faintly surprised.� As she
started to suck harder, taking more of him in, flattening her tongue against
his underside, Harry said thickly.� �He�s
right..you are ..SO.. beautiful Mione. �God.. that feels good..� deeper.. �

she
obliged, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could reach and
swallowing, trying to press still more into her throat.�

Harry gasped and bucked forward against her and she gagged and pulled away, her
eyes watering.�

She looked up at his blurry form and he looked entranced.� Slowly he reached down with both hands and
burrowed his fingers into her hair.� He
pulled her back to face him, prodding at her lips once and sliding into her
mouth when she parted them, gripping her tightly and pulling her deeper, gently
but insistently.�

This time when he hit the back of
her throat and she swallowed frantically, he pulled her hard against him, thrusting at the same time.� She felt something give in her throat and he slid all the way in, dragging her along
his length till her lips brushed the pubic hair at the base of his cock.�

He groaned loudly and she heard a faint echoed needy groan from Ron.�

It felt like Harry was all the way down in her neck.� Like having a hard hot bar stuck in her
throat.�

She blinked and furrowed her brows, trying not to panic.� She couldn�t breathe.� Harry held her there, jerking in small
movements back and forth in her without pulling out.� his head was thrown
back and his mouth wide.�

�Fuuuuck..� he groaned.�

She whimpered panicked and his cock moved
in her neck at the vibration.� Harry
lowered his head to look at her again, his eyes aglow and seemed to realise her
panic, pulling smoothly out, feeling like something enormous grating across
bones in her throat and watching, apparently fascinated, as she panted desperately, trying to get air back in her
lungs.�

No sooner had she started to calm
again after taking a deep breath, he tightened his hands in her hair and pulled
her against him again.�

She opened her lips for him, looking up at him with pleading eyes and he only
smiled wider.�

�You�re so..fucking..
good at
sucking cock, Mione.� The best I�ve ever
had I think.� I should probably send a
thank you note to Voldemort.��

Her eyes widened and Harry thrust
hard into her mouth, pushing roughly against the back of her throat and making
her gag again., he pulled back halfway and tilted his
head, narrowing his eyes at her.�

�Open up again.� Let me in!..� he growled.�

She winced, sucking in breath through her nose and trying to flick her tongue
against the bottom of his shaft and swirl it around his head.�

She took a deep breath and leaned in and he responded immediately, pulling her
up his length hard, driving through her swallowing, slipping painfully back
into her throat.� It felt
uncomfortable.�

She tried to concentrate on sucking the base of his cock that was in her mouth
and raised her hand to stroke his balls.�

Harry started to move back and
forth in her, gently at first but then deeper and longer.�

�Oh god... You can see your cock moving in her bloody throat Harry� Ron groaned and bucked his
hips mindlessly in the air in time with Harry�s thrusts.

Harry pulled all the way back out
and she gasped again but then he was immediately forcing his way back in,
roughly fucking her mouth now, battering past the back of her throat while she
weakly swallowed, convulsively;�
Thrusting into her throat in long deep strokes.�

She could hear him grunting and tried to relax her throat as much as she could
and suck harder.�

She felt hot tears sliding down her cheeks and it seemed that that was what
finally did it for Harry.� He moaned,
suddenly weak, and pulled her mouth tight against the base of his cock,
clamping her hard against him, his body jerking, pumping his seed deep into her.� So deep that there was nothing to swallow,
she just felt it there.. hot..
sliding down her gullet.

Finally he let her go and she fell
back onto her heels, gasping, her cheeks wet.��

The glittering damp trail on the floor and his limpness spoke for the fact that
Ron had come watching them.. quite
without the need for any external stimulation at all apparently.�

She looked up the length of his body from her position on the floor and found
his eyes shining and a strange tender look on his face.�

She frowned at him, her throat sore.�

Harry had stepped back and was
putting his robe back on, but he let it hang open.� He flung a hand in Ron�s direction and Ron,
suddenly released, crashed to his knees on the floor.��

He looked at Hermione furtively and then looked back at Harry, not quite daring
to move toward her.�

�Good, Ron.� You�re starting
to understand your position.� Hermione,
come here. ��

She got, slightly unsteadily, to
her feet and padded over to him.��

He pulled her roughly, his hand on
the back of her neck and kissed her hard, brutally plundering her mouth with
his tongue.�

When he released her he looked positively wicked.�

�You still taste so sweet..� he whispered.� �Amazing..��

He gestured behind him.� �Go and sit at the foot of the chair for now,
baby.� �She nodded and installed herself
at the foot of his chair, knowing instinctively that he wanted her to sit
exactly as she had at Voldemort�s feet.�

Harry strode up to Ron, who had
straightened up and knelt now, resting his buttocks on his heels.�

He looked at the floor pensively, only flicking his eyes up once,
apprehensively, as Harry approached and stood over him.�

The silence lengthened.�

Finally Harry spoke very quietly.
She had to listen hard to hear him.� �Do
you know what Hermione calls me in her mind, Ron?� Last night she even called me it to my
face��

Ron shifted uneasily.� �No.� He bit out shortly.� �What?��

Harry smiled eerily.�

�She calls me �Lord Potter�.�� At first I
thought it was sarcasm.. But now I think she really
does think of me in those terms.�

She...accepts...it.�

She didn�t at first.. But I think she does now.��

Hermione shivered.� Had it become colder in the room?�

�What do you think, Ron?�� You met Voldemort
while you were in his base.� Do you see
any resemblance?� Am I like him?��

Ron ducked lower and said
nothing.�

�Answer the question� Harry said
dangerously pleasantly.�

�Yes.�� Ron said reluctantly.� �Yes Harry.�
You�re scaring the shit out of me just like bloody you know who.� �

Harry laughed.

��Yeah?� Well then you�re going to find it easy to
deal with this next part.�� He reached
forward and grabbed a fistful of Ron�s hair and dragged him down onto his
hands.�

�Crawl.�� He growled and pulled Ron by
the head forward.

Ron hissed and cussed and crawled
clumsily beside him as he walked to the chair where Hermione sat.�

When he reached it he released Ron�s hair and turned, seating himself gracefully,
the robe falling on his thighs, leaving him unashamedly exposed.�

He laid a hand upon Hermione�s head and stroked her hair and she felt a strange
warm glow of pleasure at it.�

It was..inexplicably even more perverse than it had
been when Voldemort had stroked her hair but it felt good to sit at Harry�s
feet like this, to look up at his thin angular sculpted face and the body toned
from years of quiddich.

In a certain strange sense.. she
had always been sitting at Harry�s
feet looking up at him. From the very beginning.� �

Harry fixed Ron with a hard look
and gestured to the floor on the other side of his legs.�

Ron narrowed his eyes at him but
crawled forward to sit in a posture mirroring that of Hermione.�

Harry smiled a thin cruel smile at him and turned to Hermione again.� �Give me your hand, Mione. ��

She offered him her right hand and
he shook his head faintly so she offered him her left.�

Only then did she notice her mark was gone.�
A sudden flood of conflicted emotions overwhelmed her.� Relief, confusion, shock
and even a microscopic flash of disappointment.�

�Oh don�t worry� he reassured her
grimly, reading her expression.� �It�s not
gone.� I just hid it when I removed your
shirt.�

I didn�t want to spoil the surprise.��

He waved his hand over her wrist and the mark seemed to emerge from within her
flesh like a strange parasitic black stain.. which, she supposed, in a certain sense � it was.��

Ron gasped, jerking back.� �She took his bloody mark?� When?�
At the..��

Harry interrupted him.� �Oh Ron.. You really
are such a thick prat. I have no idea how you manage to be such a good
strategist on the playing field and the chessboard when you don�t get the
simplest of things.�

...She took MY mark.��

He smirked nastily as the redheaded boy gaped and scrambled backward in shock.. his eyes wide and full of
confusion and denial.�

�But.. but you can�t.. you didn�t.. this is all just a
joke.� You�re.. this isn�t real.�� He seemed on the verge of panicking and
bursting into tears.�

Harry gestured at the floor at the
foot of his chair again pointedly.�

After a few seconds Ron very
unwillingly crawled back and sat as he had before, looking up at Harry miserably
with wide wet eyes, his bottom lip trembling ever so slightly.�

Harry reached out and stroked his hair gently, ignoring his flinching.� He petted him slowly, almost comfortingly,
for several minutes, not saying anything, just looking at him seriously.�

When Ron seemed to have composed himself slightly and his eyes showed faint
hollow acceptance, Harry stopped stroking him and said quietly. �Show him your
mark, Hermione.��

She turned and extended her arm
toward Ron.�

He didn�t seem to want to touch her now but he looked down at the black flames
dancing hypnotically around the phoenix shield.�

�Yeah ok.� he mumbled, his eyes shifting nervously.��

Harry leaned forward and placed a finger under Ron�s chin, drawing his face
back to look up at him.�

�Ron.. I
want you to take my mark too.� He said resolutely.

There was no room for debate with that voice.�
It was declaring how things would be.�

Ron closed his eyes and now tears did slip from the corners of his eyes as he
shook his head desperately.�

�I don�t want to Harry.� Please don�t make me.� I don�t want it��

Hermione looked down, knowing that
Ron would end up taking the mark. Harry would find a crack and insert a knife
in it then twist and Ron would take the mark.�

She glanced up at his face, wanting to tell him.. wanting to warn him to just take it now and thank Harry for
it and he would be better off.� But she
knew Ron hadn�t yet learned that the high road and the low road led to the same
place with the Dark Lord.�

�That�s a pity Ron.� Harry said,
sounding sad.� �How
about if I offered not to whip you?��

Ron looked up at him fearfully and
just wailed �Please Harry.. please
don�t.� I..I�m
your friend. Why are you doing this?!..��

Harry snorted, obviously
unimpressed. �You think that�s begging, Ron?�
You haven�t begun to beg.� But I�m feeling generous, on account of the
truly fucking monumental blow job
that Mione gave me there, so I�ll offer you a deal.�

How�s this:� If you refuse to ask me for my mark I�ll give you twenty lashes with this��

He summoned a thin supple braided leather whip from somewhere in the darkness
behind him and tossed it at Ron.�

It landed in his lap and he picked it up in horror, running it through his
fingers.�

�-and then I�ll ask you again.�

If you still refuse, I�ll cast the flagrate curse on
it and give you another twenty lashes... and then I�ll ask you once more..� You see where this
is going?��

Ron stared up at him despairingly
and nodded.�

�You�d be surprised how horrible
that curse is, Ron.� Even Hermione
screamed fit to bring the roof down when it was used on her.��

Ron looked at her in horror and
more than a little pity.� Harry went
on.�

�However..
if you agree to take my mark right now.. I won�t whip
you at all.� In fact..
I�ll let you lick her.. JUST lick her, you understand.. but it�s closer than you�ll
ever get to that sweetness, Ron.��

Hermione looked up at Harry
shocked and hurt.� It was beyond the fact that he�d just basically
pimped her out to Ron as a reward.. it
was the fact that he would allow anyone else to touch her when he�d been so
over-the-top possessive before.�

Harry smiled down at her
secretively and she frowned, upset and confused.�

She turned away and Ron was looking at her.�
He had such sadness and longing mingled on his face that it hurt to look
at..�

It suddenly clicked into focus in
her mind.� Severus..� He was looking at her like Severus.�

She felt Harry�s hand descend on her head but instead of stroking her hair he
patted her as if she was a dog who�d performed a trick correctly.�

He was going to let Ron lick her.�

She turned to him, horror writ large across her face.� The memory he�d watched earlier.. and then he�d suddenly decided
to go and get Ron..

Oh god.. poor Ron � he had no idea.�
She was almost certain that he didn�t swing that way.� She wondered suddenly, thoughtfully, whether Severus
had originally.� Perhaps he�d liked girls
but then.. when he�d been
left with the Dark Lord..�

Tom was not easy to refuse.

�Hermione..� Harry growled.�

She shrugged absently and turned
back to Ron. Harry�s hand descended� to rest heavily on her head, a
reminder not to try to say something to Ron that Harry would prefer her not to
say.��

Ron still wavered, his expression
tormented.��

�Hermione..
crawl over to the rug and take your underwear off
while Ron is making up his mind. � Harry tossed at her
easily.�

She scowled at him but crawled slowly over to the black and silver rectangle of
plush oriental carpet, swaying her ass intentionally all the way there.�

Ron whimpered slightly.�

�I�ll take it if you let me fuck
her, Harry.. �Ok?��

Harry�s voice was cold. �No Ron.�
I make the deals.� I�ve offered
you one.� It was already an unbelievably
generous deal.� You should thank me for
not going right ahead and torturing you till you beg for it.��

Hermione had reached the rug and
spread her knees now as widely as they would go, kneeling back on her heels and
reaching behind her to unfasten her bra.��
She looked at Harry and Ron kneeling at his feet as she took it off
slowly, sliding the straps down her arms while she held the cups in place and
then flinging it off to the side like she�d seen some stripper on a TV program
do while she�d been home with her parents one time.�

Ron goggled and Harry looked her up and down appreciatively.�

She reached for the waistband of her panties and slid her thumbs in the sides,
raising an eyebrow questioningly.�

Ron�s eyes were glued to her with
such need.. It called up Severus� face again.. his young pale slender form,
long hair falling around his shoulders as he stared at her like a starving
man.�

�Ron..� Harry
said, in a strange tone of voice.. �look
at me.��

Ron made a noise like a squeak in his throat and seemed unable to turn away
from Hermione.�

�look at me, Ron� Harry said again in a soothing
patient voice.�

Hermione removed her thumbs from
her panties and slid her hands up to cup and hide her breasts, turning her
attention to Harry pointedly.�

Ron blinked several times, almost
as if he were waking up and turned slowly to look up at Harry fearfully.��

�I want to try something..� I�m curious what
will happen.� I..saw
it somewhere and it made me wonder.��

After a few seconds Ron�s eyes
widened dramatically and he emitted a strangled sound.� �wha..�� Harry.. what are you doing..��

he fell limply against the chair, his hand coming up
to clutch Harry�s bare knee to stop himself from crashing down.�

When he touched Harry however he suddenly arched, his eyes clenching shut,
gasping.�

�Oh god... Harry..�� stop... stop it.. it feels like.. oh stop
please..�� his
voice sounded like something caught between bliss and agony.� Harry smiled a thin triumphant smile.�

She realised what he was
doing.�

She could feel it faintly.. the
tendrils of Harry�s magic uncurling and swirling around him.�

Several metres away where she knelt it was weak, but she felt herself leaning
into it slightly, as if into a warm breeze.�

It felt different to Tom�s magic but there was something..
a note or a tone or a feeling to it nevertheless that
was familiar.� She supposed that that was
�Lord Potter� rather than Harry.

Harry�s magic felt.. reddish.. and
brassy.. bright like apples and spring.�

It felt sharper than Toms.. rougher..
not like caramel, more like chips of rock candy or the
sound of biting into watermelon.� It felt
more playful but perhaps a little like the kind of play where everyone runs
around with scissors and someone ends up falling off the roof and breaking
their legs.�

It was like the breakers at the beach.� Powerful and blustery and liable to drown you if you weren�t
careful.�

Ron was moaning helplessly as Harry
stroked his hair away from his face while he leaned limply against the chair,
his face against Harry�s robed thigh.�

�Oh Ron.. don�t you understand?..
� Harry was saying softly, gently, as if luring a
frightened animal.�

�Your magic responds to me..wants mine.. you�ve always been mine.. Hermione too..

You were both..always.. mine.� Its why we found our
way together from the start.��

Ron whimpered and turned his face in toward the chair

�You�re going to take my mark Ron, because you know you belong to me.� You always will.�

You don�t have to be afraid of Hermione and I.. ..of being left alone..
��

She felt the magic ebb slightly
and Harry fisted his hand in Ron�s hair, leaning forward suddenly and pulling Ron�s
head back...in a decidedly familiar way, she realised..
�

Ron stared up at him, looking lost and frightened.� �Harry..� he
whimpered, brokenly.�

Harry looked at him thoughtfully
for a long moment and then, as if he had just made up his mind, he leaned down
and pressed his lips lightly against Ron�s.�

Ron made a shocked sound and struggled weakly, pushing at Harry ineffectually,
his arms limp with the effects of the magic swirling around him.�

Harry kissed him harder and suddenly even Hermione was floored by the
sensation, pushed to lie weakly on the rug on her side as his magic swelled out
at a massive level.�

Ron wailed, muffled by Harry�s
kiss and she watched as he suddenly opened his mouth and started kissing Harry
back desperately, their mouths working against each other.� Tears slid from the corners of Rons, tightly clenched eyes.�

Hermione�s strength returned
gradually as she felt the magic slowly tapering off again..
She remained where she was, unwilling to disturb them and risk Harry�s
anger.�

Finally she could feel it no more and yet Ron continued to kiss Harry hungrily,
almost violently.�

He suddenly rose up on his knees, leaning toward the boy who lived.. the Dark Lord Potter.. his best friend.�

Harry released his hair and slid his hand to the back of Ron�s neck, urging him
still closer.

The blood on Ron�s back had dried
and looked like the soiled red brown remains of angels
wings.�

He wrapped his arms around Harry�s
waist, scooting around his leg, never even pausing mid-snog,� as Harry parted his
knees for him to kneel between them.��

They looked lovely together Hermione thought, stunned.�

It was something close to the most perverse thing she had ever seen and yet it
was exciting to watch.�

Ron was pulling at Harry now,
dragging him forward on the chair, kissing his jaw, eyes still screwed shut as Harry
dropped his head and captured his mouth again, thrusting his tongue into it� She saw it, pink and wet for a moment before
their mouths closed the gap.�

Ron groaned and ground his hips against the chair a little.�

Suddenly Harry pushed him away roughly to land on the floor, half splayed, propped up on his elbows, his erection prominent.��

Ron stared up at Harry stunned and confused.��

Harry looked exultant, leaning
back in the chair again, his own cock half hard.� His eyes flicked over to her and she read the
triumph in them and began to pick herself up to kneel once more.�

�You.. you..kissed
me..Harry.� why did you do that?!� Ron said in a distant forlorn voice.� He sounded like he was on the brink of
madness.��

Harry looked down at him carefully,
compassion softening his features somewhat.�

�Because I love you, Ron, you daft prat.�

Rons brows furrowed as if he were trying to
understand a particularly complex arithmancy problem.�

�But.. you kissed me..� he said again
uncomprehendingly.� �

Harry raised an eyebrow at him.�

Hermione wondered � had he always
been able to do that?� It was more of a Tom
gesture, she realised.�

�Did you like it�� Harry asked, very softly.� He sounded slightly worried.�

Ron blinked, obviously still not getting past the fact of what had just
happened.�

�Take my mark, Ron.� Give yourself to me� Harry urged in a low
seductive.. extremely un-Harry-like
�tone.�

Ron let himself fall onto his back
and huffed a deep breath, his eyes darting back and
forth under furrowed brows.�

He seemed to be trying to reconcile all these developments in his world and
carrying on some kind of internal dialogue.�

Harry watched him for a while and
then turned his eyes up to meet hers.�

She was in a subdued state of turmoil too.�
Harry had said he loved Ron.� He
apparently wasn�t just looking to recreate the memory he saw for a night..

What if he actually wanted them to all be together?!�

Hermione didn�t know if she could do that.�
Her feelings for Ron were very mixed.�

Yes, she felt some compassion for him and at one point she had had a colossal
crush on him, had thought she was in love with him in fact..
but she was also bitter and angry over his betrayal.. and his hurtful behaviour.�

Had been for a long time.�

And he irritated her sometimes.� He was so
stupid and self preoccupied and arrogant and insecure.�

And petty.� He
was almost unbelievably petty.�� She
frowned.�

Harry smiled at her lazily, his
eyes wandering from her face down to her breasts.� She coloured and folded her arms
indignantly.� The sudden darkening of his
gaze prompted her to drop her arms again and look down at the ground
impotently.�

�If I had my magic..� she thought viciously.. �You
wouldn�t be able to intimidate me like that anymore.� In fact, it would be the other way
around!��

Harry laughed suddenly and she
looked up, Ron looked up too, unaware of why Harry had suddenly laughed.�

�Yes but you�re not going to get it
back, Mione.�

And you know.. part of you likes doing what I tell you.�

And.. it�s not always like
this, is it?!� Most of the time I treat
you like a queen.�� Harry smirked at her.��

Ron looked back at Harry
questioningly.�

He spoke to him.� �Don�t worry mate.� Hermione was just throwing a bit of a strop
because I didn�t tell her I was going to have you join us.� She�ll get over it soon enough.� I�m sure you could bring her round one way or
another...� he trailed off insinuatingly.�

Hermione blushed and glared at him,
infuriated.�

He responded, quietly, his eyes glittering like cold jewels �- Finish
stripping, Mione.� I�m sorry I stopped
you before.�

I needed to know whether Ron would respond to me.� But you have all my attention now.��

Ron sat up quickly, spinning on
his arse� and
leaning back against the chair with his legs out in front of them.� He tucked one over the other and looked at
her, entirely absorbed, anticipation all over his face.�

Harry glanced down at him indulgently and placed his hand on Ron�s head,
stroking his hair and delving his fingers to play in it.�

Ron did not flinch.�

He looked at Hermione with a new sly expression.�

Internally she gave herself a
massive facepalm.�
Just like bloody Severus, she screamed at herself.� He thinks he can position himself above me
too, can be my ...master... too.�� Crap.�

She looked at Harry, who stared back at her coolly.�

�We�re waiting, Hermione��

Taking a deep defeated breath she
raised herself up on her knees, parting them a little further.� Ron�s eyes widened while Harry�s conversely
grew half lidded and satisfied as he leaned his head back against the chair.

She slid her thumbs into the waistband of her panties
again and started to slide them down over her buttocks slowly till they slipped
down slightly in the front too, exposing the top of her small trimmed bush of
tight brown curls.

Harry tilted his head at her
speculatively and raised his hand.� A
slightly prickly sensation made her look down and she saw her pubic hair had
vanished, leaving a perfectly smooth pale mound.� She looked up at him accusingly.

Harry smirked and said matter of factly �Ron was just thinking about how he�d like to see
you shaved, Hermione, and I thought I�d oblige him just in case he should
decide to take my mark and have the chance to taste you.��

Ron was practically drooling,
sitting up straight now, his cock rock hard, standing
up over his thighs.�

She blinked and looked down at the
ground, resigned.

Sliding down onto her back she lifted her legs up, pointing her toes and leaned up, balancing just on her buttocks as she slid the
black panties up her thighs, over her calves and off.�

She lowered her legs, bending them at the knee and let herself fall back down
onto her back too, turning her head to the side so she could see Harry and Ron.�

Harry made a side to side gesture
with his hand, looking at her pointedly and she closed her eyes, slowly parting
her knees till they were splayed wide.�

There was silence for about ten
seconds and then she heard Ron�s husky voice �pleaseHarrycanIhaveyourmark?!!�
he gushed urgently.�

She heard Harry snicker.� �You know.. I thought you might feel that way Ron once you�d had time
to think it over.��

She closed her knees and opened
her eyes; a small sadistic glee running through her at what she knew would come
next.�

As she expected, when Harry
pressed his wand to Ron�s wrist, he immediately started screaming in agony.�

After it was done, he sniffed and looked at Harry reproachfully.

�You didn�t say it was going to hurt like that!� he muttered.�

Harry snorted and grinned at
him.� �Yes well, where would the fun be
in that,� he said nastily.�

He stood up and walked over to Hermione, leaning down and extending a hand
toward her to help her up.�

She hesitated a moment and then took it, letting him pull her to her feet and
wrap his arms around her.�

He whispered into her ear...�You
were..amazing.�
God.. I think he would have avada�d
his own mother for a piece of you.� Don�t
worry.. He�s not your master..
never.. ever.. Hermione.� It was just..necessary in order for me to get him to take the mark. You�re the one I want, Mione.�

I just thought we could play with him occasionally. You seemed to like that
with Voldemort..

I want..I want you to be happy, Mione.� I�m all you
need.� I�ll give you enough so that you
don�t get bored.��

She looked at Harry cynically and
murmured barely audibly�

�Harry.. You didn�t claim Ron to keep me interested.� Don�t try to feed me ridiculous lines.� You wanted him and you took him because you
were curious.� I don�t mind.� It just bothers me that you expect me to have sex with him because you want to.��

Harry�s soft expression shifted
into the hard appraising gaze she�d come to recognise.

�...Be that way then.� You�re going to do as much or as little with
him as I say, Mione.�� I want to fuck him
while he licks you and that is what we are going to do.� You already know you�re going to do it, so
stop dragging your feet.�

If you ask me nicely, maybe I�ll use parseltongue on you��

She gaped at him, hurt, as he
pushed roughly past her and swept out of the room, his robe billowing behind
him.�

She saw Ron had gotten to his feet and was standing there looking over her body
with obvious desire.

�Don�t worry, Mione� he said
quietly. �It�ll be good.� You�ll like
it.. you�ll see.��

He started to walk toward her and
she balked, backing away a step and hurrying after Harry, feeling worried.

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