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Droit de seigneur	By : knj4k4 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 35840 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Warning: Kids molesting kids.

Ginny

Ginny Weasley held the leather bound diary close to her chest. The darkness of the common room was complete in the early morning but Ginny desperately wanted to get to the second year boys dorm, to Harry.

At first, Ginny had been too shy to even talk to the boy she’d spent her whole life dreaming about, but that all changed when Harry sought her out.

She learned quickly that only when Harry was with Neville Longbottom was he approachable. Any other time her brother Ron would shut her down, making fun of her and Harry until she was so miserable she left. When Neville was around or if Harry was alone, however, he was soft with her, patient with her stammering and her occasional bought of uncontrollable giggles.

She was jealous of Neville. Harry called him Beloved, and they held hands and kissed, but Harry never made her feel like an outsider and had even held her when she got emotional. He was a much better confidant then the diary she found in her new books which talked back but she couldn’t talk to Harry about Harry.

None the less, there was something odd about it. She’d been waking up in places she didn’t remember walking to. Then the chamber had been opened and Colin was petrified and she knew it had something to do with the diary. She knew she had to get it to Harry.

The second year boy’s dorm was stinky. It smelled like unwashed bodies and feet. Really it smelled like Fred and George’s rooms. She tiptoed through the room quietly until she found Harry’s bed.

Before she could reach it, Neville was on her. His wand in her back and his hand over her mouth.

“And what are you doing here little one?” Harry asked from the bed, all traces of sleep gone.

Neville lowered his hand but the wand stayed pointed in her back.

“Harry. This diary…” She held it out but Neville took it first. He opened it, sniffed it, licked it and then summoned a quill to scratch in it. When nothing happened he handed it to Harry.

This part of their relationship was not new to Ginny. She’d seen Neville open Harry’s mail, taste his food and drink. The Longbottom heir was wholly devoted to Harry and she only hoped she could be half so devoted.

“So what’s wrong with it?” Harry asked and Neville stepped back from her to guard her retreat should something happen.

“I don’t know, but I wake up in strange places and the last thing I remember is writing in it. I think it has something to do with opening the chamber.” She whispered shamed and fearful. A glance at Neville showed no reaction. It was hard to believe this was the same boy that tripped over himself and was terrified of Snape to the point of tears.

She knew the difference was Harry.

“Thank you for trusting me with this Ginny.” Harry told her, stepping away from his bed to pull her into a hug. She shuddered in his arms. “It’s okay now. I’ll take care of it.” He kissed her on the mouth and she fell into it eagerly.

Harry kept eye contact with Neville amused by the other boy's lifted eyebrow.

Ginny finally released Harry just before Neville stepped in. “Thank you Harry.”

Harry winked at her, “You should go, it will be morning soon. You’ll be missed.”

She sighed, “I wasn’t ever missed when I was blacked out.”

It was another three weeks before Harry figured out the diary and the chamber. During that time, Harry found himself spending more time writing in it and less time with Neville and Ginny. He could see they were concerned but couldn’t find it in himself to care.

Tom Riddle was amusing, charismatic, interesting, and helpful. Neville and Ginny just couldn’t compare.

Then one day Harry woke and immediately grabbed for the diary to find it missing. He hissed, grabbed his wand and launched himself at Neville’s bed.

The sleeping boy cried out but froze as he felt a want tip dig into his neck. “Where is it slut?” Harry hissed.

Neville winced. “I don’t have it Harry.” Neville knew what Harry wanted, knew what Harry always seemed to want for the last month. But he told the truth, it's disappearance wasn’t his doing, even if he thought it was a good idea.

Harry had long ago cast truth and loyalty charms on Neville as well as compelling charms to keep him that way. Logic dictated that Neville was being honest but Harry didn’t believe him.

“Get out of bed.” Harry climbed off Neville and prodded him into the bathroom where he cast strong locking and silencing charms.

Neville put his hands up but his body language was otherwise earnest. “Harry please, my Lord, I didn’t take anything of yours. I would never betray you.”

Harry growled again, finally acknowledging Neville’s truth and disappointed that he wouldn’t get to punish him.

It occurred to him that Ginny was the only other possible culprit and so Harry and Neville dressed hurriedly and rushed out of the dorms before Hermione or Ron could wake and catch them. They waited under Harry’s invisibility cloak for Ginny to exit the dorm and then captured her to drag her into an abandoned broom closet.

“Ginny,” Harry hissed. “Give it back, and I will forgive you.”

Ginny sniffled in the dark, “I can’t Harry. I won’t. It’s doing to you what it did to me. It’s changing you. It will wear off in a few days and then I’ll give it back. I hid it and nothing you can do will make me tell you where it is.”

Harry chuckled, his laugh thick with dark promise. “You will tell me. I promise you. Hold her Neville.”

Neville did as ordered but said, “Harry we have to be in classes in twenty minutes.” He felt disloyal for questioning his lord even so little but it was his duty and honor to protect Harry, sometimes even from himself.

Harry hummed and cast a compelling charm on Ginny which would make her keep silent and appear in an abandoned classroom down the hall after her classes were finished and wait there for him.

“You’re right Neville. Let her go.”

As soon as Neville’s arms relaxed Ginny burst through the door and into the light. There were a few students there who ran off the spread the word that Harry and Neville had been seen in a coat closet with Ginny. It would be all over the school by lunch she knew. Harry and Neville’s relationship was not a secret.

Ginny faced Harry with determination. “Harry, please listen to me. I promise I’m going to give it back. I just want you to wait a day or two. What could it hurt?”

Harry just shot her a disapproving look. “If you don’t obey me, how can I know you’re loyal to me?”

Ginny blushed and looked down, unhappy that Harry was questioning her devotion to him.

“Does Neville obey you?” She asked softly.

Harry nodded, “Every time. He has never betrayed me.”

Neville’s eyes lit up and he flushed with pride.

Still, Ginny was determined and felt the book could hurt Harry. That she would not allow. She left Harry and Neville unsatisfied and went about her classes.

Neville and Harry split up after an eventful breakfast where Ron punched Harry for ‘cheating’ on his sister with Neville, even though Harry’s relationship with Neville was far older.

The fallout for the ‘closet sighting’ didn’t stop there. Slytherins called Neville and Ginny Harry’s harem and started an auction to find him more for it. The hufflepuffs sent him disapproving looks and muttered about disloyalty and the Gryffindors asked Neville if he was being abused.

Harry was even called to Dumbedore’s office .

“Harry, my boy,” Dumbledore said softly once Harry was seated. “I hear you’ve been having a rather hard time of it.”

Harry just snorted, his mind still on the diary and Ginny’s refusal to give it up. This meeting with Dumbledore was interfering with his plans to persuade her to see it his way.

“Care to get anything off your chest?” Dumbledore prodded.

Harry shrugged, this tactic was transparent. Harry knew it was one of Dumbledore’s tricks to seem omnipotent.

Dumbledore sighed and popped a lemon drop in his mouth.

“I understand your relationship with Mr. Longbottom has been going on a year now.” Dumbledore prompted.

Harry nodded. It had actually shocked him how good the reception of his apparent homosexuality had been. The people just accepted it. They thought his soft bond with Neville was sweet.

“While that pleases me, I wonder if you are too young to worry about such things? Especially now that Miss Weasley is involved. I understand brothers can be a bit troublesome.” Dumbledore chuckled to himself, lost in a memory.

Harry just let him, surprised by how far off Dumbledore was. Harry wasn’t bothered by that ‘closet thing’ it would fade soon. Besides, he planned to actually have a harem so people should start to get used to it now. Still, Harry was much more preoccupied by the loss of the diary.

“I think it would be best if you stopped pulling anyone into coat closets.” Dumbledore told him with a genial smile.

Harry smiled back and nodded, glad the meeting was coming to an end.

The fruitless meeting in the Headmaster’s office did provide Harry with more time to get over the diary so when he finally made his way to the designated room Ginny and Neville were waiting in, Harry had made some decisions.

He stepped through the doorway and Ginny and Neville immediately got to their feet, Neville shamefaced and Ginny apprehensive.

Slowly closing the door, Harry crossed his arms and rested his chin on his chest. The room was silent until Harry broke it.

“I may have been hasty.”

Ginny held her breath, praying for absolution while Neville smiled softly.

“Unfortunately, you have still disobeyed me.”

Sharp green eyes seemed to spear Ginny and she felt light headed. Neville caught her as she staggered and didn’t let her go.

“While I understand that you were trying to protect me from the diary, and now that its influence has lessened slightly I can say that there might have been a compulsion to write in it. Still I fear I cannot trust you.”

Ginny let her breath go in a sob of despair her body only held up by Neville’s arms, strengthened by years of herbology. “Harry” She whispered.

“There will be times when I need people to obey me without question. I have Hermione and Ron for constant badgering. I need people who I can depend on to do as I direct them immediately.” Harry walked closer until he was inches from Ginny’s face. “I thought you were one of them.” Tears fell from her eyes as the consequences of her actions became clear.

“Please Harry. I am! You can depend on me! I promise.” She cried.

Harry turned from her, a gentle hand soothing across Neville’s cheek. “The only one I can depend on is Neville.” Ginny cried, knowing it was true. She had betrayed Harry and didn’t deserve his trust.

“Is there any way to prove it to you Harry?”

Harry sighed and Neville let her fall to the floor gently.

“You can get me the diary. I won’t write in it.” He reassured her, “But I need it. Then you can never disobey me like that again.” She nodded eagerly, swearing it. “Then you will be punished. You will not be allowed in my presence for 2 weeks. You must avoid me, leave any room I enter. Exit any conversations that are about me. You cannot watch me or even be in the common room when I am. If you do that, Only then will I forgive you.”

She nodded again. “Okay Harry. Anything you want.” It was devastating to think she wouldn't see him for two weeks. His soft smiles, his winks, the knowledge that she was the only girl who knew him so well. But she had betrayed him and didn’t need to degrade the air around Harry.

“Now,” Harry continued spinning around and charming the room warm and silent. “You need to be physically punished. Do you accept it?”

She shivered on the floor at the look in his eyes. She betrayed him and deserved punishment. She nodded fearfully.

Neville stepped forward, speaking to her softly and giving her kind assistance, “He is your lord, Is he not?”

She grinned through her tears. “Yes, my Lord,” she answered again pleased that she could claim him at all.

Harry smiled at her. “This will be odd. You may not like it but I cannot forgive you until it’s done. If you want to stop at anytime, you tell me, but then you won’t be forgiven.”

She swallowed and Neville stepped out of the way. “Yes My lord. I understand.”

Neville dimmed the lights under Harry’s direction while Harry told her to strip.

She did so with shaking hands until in her underwear. “All of it.” Harry told her, his voice hard.

Ginny looked to Neville for reassurance but his face was back to stone. “Don’t look at him.” Harry slapped her face. It stung but wasn’t as hard as her mother hit her. She rolled with it and removed her under things.

Standing bare in front of two boys, Ginny fought not to cover herself. Harry circled her, his wand running along her skin. He tisked as he returned to her front again.

“Ginny, I’ll be honest. I think I like boys better. But people I can trust are priceless. Be true to me forever, always mine, and you may bare my children, but girls just aren’t my type.”

She nodded having suspected this. Bearing his children was all she’d ever wanted anyway.

“Lie down and bend your knees.” Harry ordered her and she complied slowly covering her eyes with her hands to hide her embarrassment.

“Hey now,” Harry admonished. “Is this a punishment or not? You don’t get to hide!”

She lowered her hands and watched him open a sack and pull out brightly colored phallic shaped things. Harry pulled out a blue one and looked up at Neville with a grin, “Remember this beloved?” Neville blushed bright red.

“Neither one of us can have wet ejaculation yet but we’ll get there.” Harry told her. He put the blue thing down and pulled out a pink egg on a string. These things were set aside while the bag was closed.

Harry settled down again, things in hand, between Ginny’s legs and stared avidly at her private places. So great was her embarrassment, that tears leaked from her eyes.

Neville raised an eyebrow, seeing them.

She squealed and jerked when something cold and slick breached her. “Hush now.” Harry hissed, cross. She whimpered but was silent as something wide and hard was pushed inside her. It met with a resistance and Harry stopped pushing.

“Don’t want to pop your cherry in case someone checks.” Harry told her absently.

“Actually, my Lord,” Neville whispered, “There are a lot of magics that require virginity.” Harry hummed but continued setting up between her legs.

“You’ll have to tell me what you know of them later.” Neville nodded.

Harry spread the lube along Ginny’s ass hole and slipped the muggle vibrator in. Dumbledore had told him electronics didn’t work in Hogworts but he’d found his dildos and other toys worked just fine. The blue dildo inside her was magical though, a joke gift from Ginny’s twin brothers. Harry found it ironic to use it on her.

Finally finished with his preparations, Harry sat back on his heels. Ginny’s whole torso was flushed red in embarrassment. Harry leaned on Neville’s leg and felt where his adolescent prick was hardening. Harry mouthed it and tapped the dildo and vibrator, turning them on. Ginny screeched and arched.

Harry was rather uninterested. She was formless, her chest still flat, her body hairless. Harry felt no desire for her but Neville watched avidly.

Harry tapped the dildo again and it began to spin he knew it would soon feel like she was spinning herself but it mattered very little to Harry.

He lapped at Neville’s crotch until Ginny shuddered through her first orgasm. Then he stepped up the pace. While she was still trembling he pulled out another toy and attached it to her little clit. He knew girls could orgasm much younger than boys and so knew this punishment would work for her where it wouldn’t for Neville.

He spelled her still and pulled Neville from his pants. He sucked on the boy, watching his face and listening to two more of Ginny’s squealing orgasms before Neville shuddered into a dry orgasm. They both waited until Ginny was beyond thought and her begs and pleads had dried up.

Then Harry released her and she collapsed into a sweaty pile. He cleaned his toys and spelled on her clothes.

“This punishment is over, but remember you will not be forgiven until you prove you can obey me.”

She nodded, exhausted and Neville and Harry left, leaving her to get to Gryffindor on her own.

*

Harry rushed from the staffroom, unsurprised to see Neville walking briskly towards him. "They took Ginny into the Chamber." Harry informed him. Neville tilted his head, his brown eyes serious as he calculated the course of past events. Ginny must have continued writing in the Diary even after Harry had discovered the truth of it and the chamber; that Tom Riddle opened the chamber 50 years ago and blamed it on Hagrid.

"She's my sister," Ron panted, only now catching up with Harry's fast pace. "I'm going with you."

Neville slipped into the stuttering persona he couldn't help but fall back into when not alone with Harry. "We should get a teacher."

Ron scoffed but Harry gave him a shrewd look and nodded. "Snape."

"No," Ron protested, "He'd probably just laugh, lets get Dumbledore."

Neville shook his head, "No time, Lockhart?" He pointed a shaking hand down the hall towards Lockheart's office. It was the closest.

Harry nodded, "Meet me there, I have to get some things." He ran off before Ron could protest.

The mind controlling potions Harry made with his relatives in mind were exactly where he'd left them in an abandoned classroom. When he got to Lockhart's office, Neville and Ron were holding him at wand point.

"This toerag was trying to run away." Ron snarled.

"So he doesn't know where the entrance is?" Harry asked Neville who shook his head.

"Well bring him. I think I know."

Harry lead them to the third floor girls bath room explaining, "The chamber was opened 50 years ago and one girl died. Myrtle has been here for 50 years." He burst through the door and souted. "Myrtle?"

"Yes Harry?" the ghost simpered.

"How did you die."

"Oh it was simply awful. There was a boy, in the girls loo! But all I remember was a pair of big yellow eyes."

"Where did they come from?" Neville asked her.

"Over there by the sink."

Harry rushed to it while Ron shoved Lockheart forward. There were snakes on it and Harry winced. He'd probably have to show Ron his parsletounge. He'd managed to avoid that so far, even when Malfoy tried to trick him with that snake.

Luckily, Harry had Neville who promptly had a sneezing fit. "Open" Harry hissed during a particularly loud bit.

"Woah!" Ron cheered as the sink fell open into a cavern.

With a shrug, Harry pushed Lockheart through first. Then went Ron. Finally alone, Harry asked Neville, "Would you like to go get a real teacher?"

Neville shook his head, "My place is with you." Concious of Myrtle's hovering, Neville didn't tack on 'my lord' though he wanted to.

"Okay."

Harry jumped in next and Neville slid down after him. They landed just as Lockhart exploded backwards from the backfire of Ron's broken wand.

It set off a potential cave in and Harry and Neville quickly cast stabilizing charms used on tipping objects and falling things. The walls stabilized but a falling rock had knocked out Ron.

"Hello, do you live down here?" a wide eyed Lockheart asked them.

Harry rolled his eyes, fed Lockheart one of the mind controling potions, and turned him into a Rooster.

Neville raised an eyebrow at him. "What?" Harry shrugged, "Hermione said it was a basilisk, they are killed by the crowing of a rooster."

"And the potions?"

Harry just grinned, "So he'll crow on comand, of course."

Neville just shook his head and followed a grinning Harry deeper into the cavern.

*

Neither Harry nor Neville were surprised when the tearful thanks and Weasley reunion didn't include Neville's gran. Harry was sure the old man hadn't even called her. Telling Augusta Longbottom that he'd allowed her near squib grandson to face a deadly creature in his care was bad for Dumbledore's career.

Neither were they surprised when Ron claimed more then his share of the glory. Harry hadn't expected anything else. Neville didn't want the attention, and Harry didn't need to brag to get it.

A few quick spells before Ron and Ginny woke up and neither could remember where the entrance to the chamber was. Lockhart's whole mind was gone and so when Harry and Neville claimed they couldn't remember either, the forgetfulness was deemed a feature of Slytherin's chamber.

Harry spent the remaining 2 weeks of school exploring and collecting books on sex magic he found down there.

The highlight of the year was freeing Dobby. Seeing Lucius Malfoy bested by a house elf and a 12 year old simply couldn't be topped. The little elf loved Harry and, after Harry forgave the elf his attempts to save him, he accepted Dobby as his personal house elf.
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