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A/N: This was a challenge from a friend of mine. In order not to spoil the story I'll tell you what it was at the end of this.
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Doleo Nativitas
By: Parodys
True to the years before, Halloween dawned with a blustery and cold morning. Rain drizzled against the windowpanes, the soft pattering waking Harry up with a smile. Dumbledore had decided that the students had needed a break from the darkness in the world and organized a grand costume ball for the children. There would be two parties, one for the third years and down and one for the fourth years and up. Although no one had said anything, most of the sixth-years in Harry's class were using the opportunity to dress in slightly more daring clothes than if they had a full school dance.
The day before, Hermoine, Ron and himself had gone down to Hogsmeade to find some costumes amid the large crowds that were gathered for the festivities that were going to happen that night and the next. Hermione had literally dragged from some of the tamer costumes shops to one that hovered on the edge of the shadier side of town. With practiced ease she blew through their money and objections as she outfitted each boy with a calculating eye.
"I don't know, Hermione. Isn't a little...revealing?" Harry glanced down at his outfit, or rather lack of it somewhat dubiously.
After giving the laces one final tug, Hermione looked at him appraisingly. "Nonsense. We're supposed to have fun tonight and I can guarantee that you will have some."
Harry rubbed his bare chest nervously, one hand straying to the leather pants that he still couldn't quite figure out how he got on, they were molded so close to his body that it left nothing to the imagination. On the outside of each leg, the pants were tied by cords of black leather that tied just under his hipbone. To complete the outfit, Hermione had made him get some black boots, a silver crucifix to hang around his neck and a diamond stud in his ear. "I'm not really used to this kind of thing."
His best friend grinned and helped him tie on the masks that were to be worn. "Trust me Harry, you make a very yummy bad boy."
"Keep talking like that and I might get jealous." Ron commented lightly, walking into Harry's room.
"As if I would play with anyone but you." Hermione smirked and licked her lips. "I have to go get ready but I'll met you down at the hall."
The two boys glanced at each other in amusement as they watched her leave. Ron looked at Harry's costume and then down at his. "Something tells me that our resident brain has a thing for leather."
The redheaded girl had been the main driving force behind both of their costumes and Ron was decked out in full S&M regalia, with leather, whip and chains. Ron tugged at one loop of chain rather nervously, but seemed rather resigned to his fate. Harry on the other hand was turning an interesting shade of purple as he began to realize that going out in public was going to be a part of the outfit.
"Right. Let's get this over with." Harry set his jaw and strode downstairs, ignoring the eruption of giggles from the first and second years milling around the common room in their costumes.
Ron followed him, managing to stop Colin from his somewhat fatal habit of picture taking who was approaching Harry with his camera. "Today's not the day man."
Whirling around Harry glared at the younger boy. "And there aren't going to be pictures of this in the paper okay?"
"Kay." Colin squeaked and scurried back to the other side of the commons, not looking at all contrite making Harry wonder if some pictures had already been taken. Come to think of it, he had felt a breeze for three seconds when he was changing earlie.....
"Let's go, Harry." Ron gave him a shove in the direction of the painting. "It's only five hours long and I don't want to waste it talking to the kiddies."
The corridors were strangely quiet as the boys made their way down to the great hall, even the paintings seemed to be taking the night off. Huge wooden doors that were normally open, were shut for tonight's festivities with a gargoyle guarding the door.
"Nmmeess?" It ground out.
"Ron Weasley and Harry Potter." Ron gestured to himself and Harry. "Curious, I would have thought that old McGonagal would be chaperoning the dance tonight."
"Maybe they have their own dance tonight." Harry suggested, balking at the thought of his transfiguration teacher in any remotely sexual situation.
"Oh God!" Ron groaned and viciously rubbed his eyes. "Images Harry!! Those'll be in there for weeks now!"
"Sorry Ron..." The two fell silent as the doors swung open to reveal the heavily decorated hall. Hundreds of candles lit the room, the enchanted ceiling still overcast showing only the faintest glimmer of the moon swinging low in the sky. Comfortable chairs lined the room along with tables laden with all sorts of goodies and treats. A band played on the stage, their images distorted slightly as if they were slightly out of sync with the area around them. Harry watched in fascination as Ron explained to him that sometimes famous bands would be requested at more than one venue the same night and to accommodate everyone, they would send out a duplicating charm to project the images of themselves to each place.
The boys watched in fascination as their classmates trickled in, Lavender in a very skimpy Chaser costume, Neville wearing a rather daring outfit as troll but the person who caused the most stir was Hermione as she strode into the room.
"Holy..."
"Oh my god..."
The room fell silent as Hermoine walked in, evident only by her hair since the rest of her was encased in a skin-tight leather cat suit. Her five-inch heels clicked in the silence as she walked over to Ron and licked him on the lips.
"Letting your hair down, Mione?" Ron's strangled voice came out from somewhere behind the mass of sweet smelling hair.
"That's not all..."
Harry left the two of them in the corner for what he was sure was going to be a very interesting night for both of them. For the better part of an hour he sipped the fizzing punch the elves had provided trying to remain inconspicuous as girls roamed in packs trying to get guys to dance. Finally getting tired of warding off various invitations to dance, Harry decided to call it a night. Handing a house-elf his empty cup, he suddenly felt a cool hand on his shoulder, a finger tracing minute patterns on his skin.
"The party hasn't even begun yet." The low male voice whispered in Harry's ear, the hot breath sending shivers across his neck.
Turning around Harry looked at the person who was still tracing those little patterns on his shoulder. It was an older boy, one of the seventh years from the looks of it. He had dark hair that was roughly tousled that framed equally dark eyes. The mask obscured most of his face so that only his full lips were visible, so Harry couldn't place him. "Who are you?"
The older boy ran a hand down Harry's arm and grasped his hand, leading him out onto the dance floor. "Now what would be the fun in that?"
Harry smiled, taking in the soft silk shirt that was showed the teasing line of curls descending into the low riding black jeans. "What do I call you?"
"Tom will do for now, Harry." He pulled the younger boy close, ignoring the attention the two of them were receiving from the crowd of teenagers, all watching the hypnotic sway and pulse of the two bodies moving in time with the music.
A soft moan escaped Harry's lips as Tom's mouth gently teased his neck, lightly biting the pale skin, his hands running up and down his back. The room pulsed the deep throb of music, like the heartbeat pulsing between the two boys, drawing in the other couples from the side until the dance floor was so crowded that Harry could taste other people's sweat on Tom's body.
"Like that?" Tom's voice rumbled somewhere around his collarbone.
"Not as much as this." Harry replied and firmly drew his head back up to face him. The kiss was hot and wet, as each explored the deep recess of the other's mouth.
The music seemed hot and thick in the air, weighing down on everyone as they danced, undisturbed by the growing heat in the room. Harry's already unruly hair was damp from the warmth and tendrils of hair clung to his neck.
Dance after dance the boys ground their bodies together until Harry was breathless, soft mewing gasps escaping his open lips.
"Let's go somewhere else shall we?" Tom paused in the middle of suckling Harry's ear, to look the boy over with apparent satisfaction.
"Yes." Harry let himself be led outside, the gust of cool air sending a shiver of goosebumps down his body. In the distance he could hear the laughter of the younger students enjoying their party. He had heard rumors that the ghosts were going to be chaperoning the dance and didn't doubt that they were entertaining the young ones as well.
"Come on." Tom led the younger teenager up several flights of stairs until they were in one of the remote towers on the east side of the castle. Pulling out his wand he suddenly turned on the boy with a feral grin. "Tonight you are going to scream yourself hoarse, boy. Ferratilis!"
Chains snaked out from the wall grabbing Harry's arms and legs, pulling him to the wall in a vice-like grip. Anger churned in Harry's stomach as he watched the older boy pull of his mask. "Who are you?"
"Don't recognize me after all this time? I understand." Tom hissed sympathetically while licking a random bead of sweat trickling down the boy's chest. "Of course dear old Lucius was kind enough to help with some of the details." Tom gestured to the shadowed corner of the tower, the moon uncovering long enough for Harry to get a shocked glimpse of a withered corpse.
"What did you do to him?" Harry retched, struggling against the chains bruising his pale skin.
Tom looked faintly amused. "He did was any good servant would do, he gave his life so that I could be returned to this." He ran hands over his body, relishing the feel of the smooth, untainted skin. "What fun would it be to rule the wizarding world and those pathetic muggles if I had to do it as a decrepit man barely alive and with none of the perks?"
"But..."
"Confuto!" Harry felt his mouth open and shut but no sound came out. "I think I like you better quiet. It's said that if you scream loud enough it sometimes can be heard. I'd like to test it."
Harry watched as Tom ran his tongue up the legs of his pants, leaving a wet trail up the leather. Pale fingers undid the leather ties at either side until Harry was shivering, naked on the wall his cock unwilling hard from Tom's hands, which were stroking him in fascination.
"It's been so long, you know." Tom remarked conversationally as he ran dangerously sharp fingernails down Harry's chest, raising pale pink welts on the skin into the dark ringlets trailing down his stomach. "My servants are willing, but they aren't pure like you. Nobody haunts my thoughts the way you do."
Harry's throat rumbled with a groan he couldn't voice, he had been on the edge of release all night and now he was trapped at the Tom's mercy.
Tom smiled. "I wouldn't have thought you liked pain. Perhaps we are more alike then either of us ever anticipated. But now isn't the time. Affero!"
The chains holding Harry whipped him around painfully, so that he was facing the wall. A random breeze wove against his back and he stiffened as he felt a warm wetness glide across his entrance. Any and all thoughts that he might have had were blown from his mind as he was taken, Tom forcefully thrusting in and out. Harsh hands clutched at his back and neck before moving to the front and grasping the still hard boy.
The mixture of pain, pleasure and fear finally became too much and Harry exploded over the wall, followed by Tom who had dug his nails into Harry's back. Breathless, Tom withdrew watching in satisfaction as the blood trickled down his spine to mix with the fluids below. "Raffero!"
Harry once again felt the familiar tugging sensation as the chains returned him to his previous position; his body too limp to protest the movement. Tom smiled, drawing Harry's head near for a kiss. "We are going to have a beautiful life together Harry. You will be beside me as we make your friends pay for what they did to me." He trailed a hand down the younger boy's body, mistaken anger for arousal. "We will have such fun together."
The older teenager walked out of the room, followed by black cloaked men who had materialized just seconds earlier. Harry watched in silence, his muscles straining against the chains unable to scream. It wasn't long however, that the screams of others voiced it for him.
-Fin-
A/N: There it's done!! Looks around at the silent room. I'm not sick...really!! The challenge was to have Tom Riddle and Harry together with Harry in chains. The title means the Painful Birth...sort of. My Latin is limited to what I can find on the internet. Nuff said.
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