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No Way Around It	By : MarieDoria Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 4880 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Harry Potter series nor do I make any money from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-No Way Around It
- 2-Subtle Storm
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Title: No Way Around It
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the J.K. Rowlings characters in the Harry Potter series nor do I make any money from this story.

Pairing: Harry/Ron; Hermione/Ron; ??/Ron; Harry/??(multiple times)
Summary: After the war Harry wanted nothing more to do with magic or Hogwarts. Even with a fresh new start in America. Harry is plagued with old demons that refuse to settle, since coming to the U.S. Harry enrolls at an university along with his life-long pal and lover Ron. However danger followed by twists and turns come along as usual to shake our inactive wizardly hero.
Warning: a lot of warnings plus my twisted mind sooooooooo read on if you dare. Dark Fiction(just a little bit)
A/N: My first Fanfic!!(a lil nervous)

Chapter One: Living Nightmares
His eyes...
His red eyes stared at me in utter disgust and pure hatred. Tension in the room appeared in the atmosphere as a thick fog that shaded his face from me. Paler than any mere human hands his seizes my wrists, pinning me to the nearest wall. Slammed to the smooth surface my head thudded, vision clouded my senses needing more than a minute to adjust. I glared back at him.

“You dare have the edacity to rise up against me!!” he voice carried a hint of fear that he could not extinguish. I laughed out loud later regretting at the moment his talon-like nails dug into my wrists above my head. “You’re a fool to subject yourself to defy me. Remember I own you.”

“NO! I have a will of my own. You have no control over me I am free to do as I please-” his mouth finds its way to my neck and seizes the taunt flesh.

“Oh is that so love? Seems that you forgot the bond we shared that binds us together.” his lips caress me with each word. He smiled as I struggle not to be aroused by his petty acts to seduce me. My breath was quickened as his knee nudging its way between my spread legs forcing me to ride it with each movement he made. “You are too tamed to rebel against me pretty one.”

“You will be surprised I am not a weakling.” I cursed as my voice wavered in anticipation as to what was to come next. I felt his teeth puncture my skin. I summoned my strength to push against him, he sensed my intentions and bit me harder. Blood trickled down my neck to my bare shoulder I gasp, pressing against him.

“No you’re not a weakling but you are no match for me.” he pulls his mouth away blood coating his lips. Those damnable lips that can cause me so much pleasure and misery all at once. The real weapon were behind those velvet lips which he flashed at me in a smile. “A body such as yours is honest and it says you just want attention. So I have no choice but give it what it needs.”

“No-” the sound was not completed the noise of fabric ripping made me silent. I was at a total lost…

Shake.

Whimper.

Slap.

Groan.

A voice calls out “…arry…Harry…Harry…” Strong arms shake the limp body in an awkward upright position. More contact with a hand across the face.

Hands instinctively go up to protect the slightly reddened cheek, “Mm! NOOOO!”

“Harry! Snap out of it it’s me! Harry it’s Ron please wake up!” he called to his beloved peer. He knew how violent Harry would become if trapped too long in his nightmares. He had pulled the young man up by his arms and shook him wildly slapping his cheek, none too gently. “Harry wake your arse up!!” Harry’s eyes fluttered and soon looked up at two dark sharp eyes.

“Mn…Ron?” the emerald eyes close and sigh escapes his lips. “What time is it?”

“A little after two in the morning Harry.” His voice soft and full of concern. Ron turns on a small light beside the bed, Harry winces at the sudden brightness beside him.

“You didn’t have to slap me in the face you jerk.” Harry lightly rubbed his sore cheek.

“I had to wake you up somehow, oh that’s right you love it when I smack your arse cheeks. I will keep that in mind for the next time Love” Ron smirked, which was compensated by a small moan from his lover. “Instead how about I get you some water from the fridge along with your medication.”

“No prescriptions, not tonight.” Harry softly says looking down. “They don’t really help anyway.”

“They calm you down Harry, if they aren’t working we will have the dosage increased the next time we see Dr. Milder.” Ron replied brushing the hair from Harry’s face.

“I’m fine really I just want…I want…” Harry let his voice fade out. Soon he was bestowed with a kiss to his forehead, he wanted more but was denied as the cool lips pulled away.

“Harry, you know I would ravish you the rest of this night but-” lips seizes his own and he feels himself being pushed onto his back. “Harry what do think you’re doing?”

“I need this Ron please don’t deny me tonight.” He pleads, his lips cover his lover’s before he could get a response. His hands go to Ron’s pajama pants tugging them down with the boxers as well he removed them from Ron tossing them aside.

“Harry!” the redhead gasped when the dirty pleasure of his lover’s tongue taunted his semi-hard cock. Fingers forming fists as he grips the bed sheets above his head. He couldn’t help pondering over who Harry dreamt about since it wasn’t obliviously him. His thoughts came to a screeching halt when he felt something sharp. “HARRY! We agreed no teeth!” the young man shot up onto his elbows gawking at his companion.

“I know but you need to stay focused,” Harry stared at Ron’s flushed face, “it’s hard to please an absent-minded lover.” Ron stared at Harry not too sure what to say only nodded and laid back onto the bed.

“Harry?”

“Shh!” Harry replied, his mouth engulfs the throbbing cock before him hungrily.

“FUCK!” Ron arches his back he knew Harry was in the Mood and there was no way avoiding the fact he planned on having his way. “Harry ah-if you want-ooh it to last then-uhh stop before it’s over.” He grabs Harry by his long black hair removing that ever so gorgeous hot mouth from his weeping cock. Ron always enjoyed a good sucking from his skilled partner however it was bringing him too close to the edge.

“Don’t worry Ron I should be able to get it back up a second time and possibly many more times tonight.” Ron shivered at Harry’s new voice it was heavy with undeniable lust but his eyes they were darker and piercing.

Should? More times…tonight? Ron blinked but quickly pushed his thoughts aside. “Harry no just come on up and ride me with that tight arse of yours.” he grinned. Harry glances up at him and frowns. “Come on mate don’t give me that face.” Ron reaches down to caresses his cheek, Harry pulls back and sits on his heels looking down.

“Am I no good for you now?!” Harry let his voice rise.

“What?” was all the bewildered Ron could say.

“You…don’t-” Harry stops and sits on the edge of the bed trembling.

“Harry what’s wrong please talk to me mate.” Ron sits up and moves toward Harry slowly.

Harry sensing the movements quickly stood up, “I don’t want to talk. I just want to have sex right now.”

“Okay fine then get back in bed and we will.” Ron replied softly.

“Can we use…the thing?” Harry asked looking earnestly.

“Harry alright what’s wrong really? You have been acting weird lately since you started having these nightmares.” Ron sighing. “Harry you are making me worried.”

“Ron can we not talk about it please.” Harry whispered but Ron wasn’t about to let his lover do this to him again.

“Harry I am going to take you back to the psychiatrist later this week to see what else he can give you. I can’t bare to see you like this and I cannot and will not use such brutal instruments on you. Harry there are still marks on your back from the last time we did “it”. I can’t do it again and I wont.” Ron was getting frustrated almost to point of anger. Harry sensed it so he pressed his lover even more.

“But Ron, you promised you’d help chase away my demons and this is therapeutic. Oh Baby come on you are always careful and I never once complained have I?” Harry turned and faced his lover who was losing his temper.

“No Harry but it’s only because I-”

“Well then that settles it,” Harry giggled softly he walks over to Ron whose eyes narrowed. He knew his man hated to be interrupted no matter what the circumstance. As long as he knew Ron would give him what he wanted he could care less of his lover’s pet peeves. “Yes, you’re getting into character so perfectly, now punish me I’ve been a bad lil’ wizard. Give me a good exorcism and chase out my demons Ron!” Harry growled crawling on the bed.

“Dammit!” Ron grabs Harry by the back of his head and flips him onto his back. “Harry I’m not playing this game!” Harry reached up pulling his lover’s head to his own lips and bit Ron’s bottom lip causing it to bleed. “Shit Harry! Are you listening to me!!” Ron roared pulling his head away wiping his hurt lip with his tongue.

“No.” Harry replied simply he licked his lips tasting the blood on them. “You know you want to Ronald Weasley…” Harry smirked.

“You’re wrong Harry I don’t want it I never did.” He sighs trying to calm down. Harry knew what buttons to push and he’d be dammed if he didn’t get his way. Harry’s hips thrust up rubbing against Ron moaning and whimpering.

“Ron don’t lie see look you’re erect still and harder than before please…Ron I need it badly you don’t have to use the whip on me this time. You can just take me hard and rough without lube…” Harry pleaded with his eyes. Ron gripped the sheet in his free hand forming a fist as he grunted.

“Harry…I just-” something wet hit his cheek he looked at Harry now glaring back up at him. He wipes his cheek discovering it was spit mixed with some of his own blood.

“Weak! Just as always Ronald and that’s why Hermione-” a harsh slap shushed Harry up quickly but a smirk danced across his lips. “Ah, the last name have I struck a nerve?”

“Don’t you dare soil her name Potter I’ll fucking kill you!” Ron yelled his temper had won the battle. His eyes grew much darker and his face soon was shadowed by a dark aura surrounding him. He fucking dare talk about her that way, I’ll show him! Something dark was brooding in the young man that was dangerous, and yet Harry egged him on further.

“Fine I won’t say her name again but we both know that’s why she isn’t here!” Harry was again given another harsh slap forcing his head to snap to the side blood filled his mouth. He faced his tear-stained lover’s face grinning, showing his blood stained teeth and crimson lips, blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. “But it’s true but only I can make you feel more like a man…” Harry smirked once more at Ron which sent him over the edge. He reaches down and seizes Harry’s crotch hard squeezing making Harry cry out.

“You want it huh?” Ron hissed as he twisted his wrist giving Harry more pleasurable pain. He watched as his lover tossed his head from left to right. Ron growled ripping Harry’s boxer off of him roughly. “I will give you want wanton bitch!” Soft whimpers were the only response as he continue his rampage on Harry’s body.

“Ron I-” he was slapped again.

“Shut up!!” Ron flipped Harry onto the floor. Harry landed on his stomach groaning but soon found a knee pressing into his back. Ron reached up and dug into the nightstand and brings out something. Before Harry could even imagine what his lover had pulled out he felt a sharp pain flaring up into his body. Crucio.Harry felt it again stronger this time. The pain was never ceasing he felt his head spinning and his vision became blurred. His opened-mouth silent screams didn’t effect his punishment whatsoever, yet he was relieved when he felt the final blast of pain hit him and slowly ebbed away. Ron removes his knee and shifts getting behind Harry and raises his hips spreading his listless legs. Without any delay or preparation for that matter he slams into the wounded young man, emitting a strangled moan. Ron grunts himself this entrance was still very tight and needed to be broken in again. He rode Harry hard and fast giving Harry all his pain all his hate and all his frustration with each cruel thrust. Harry took it all without hesitation weakly squeezing the cock that invaded his insides. Sweat soon coated their bodies, ragged breaths from Ron was the main sound that was heard over the slapping of flesh to flesh. The redhead seemed ruthless driving deeper and deeper in the dark headed man laying on the floor breathing heavy. The only lubrications that made his cock easy to slide in and out of his companion’s anus was the blood from the stretched flesh inside. Feeling his own climax coming he forced Harry’s back to arch driving in as deep as he could go. Here it comes the release he need from all this anger and rage that Harry caused him…Ron stops suddenly he shakes his head. What in the bloody hell just happened!? He blinks a bit still panting like a wild animal.

“R-Ron…” Harry starts to lift his head.

“Obliviate!” Ron spat out without having a second thought as his wand touched his lover’s head. Harry goes limp as a sigh escapes his lips. The redhead pulls out of his unconscious lover and replaces his wand back into its secret place. He then picks up Harry and notes blood dripping from the young wizards mouth and nose. “Dammit Harry.” he lifts him back onto the bed. Wiping the blood and sweat from his partner’s body he sees bruising on Harry’s cheek. He cover’s Harry up with a heavy blanket and sighs a long exasperated sigh. Shit! Maybe I need to go to the damn Shrink too. He pulls his boxers and pajama pants back on and walks to the bathroom and looks at himself in the mirror above the porcelain sink. He hunches forward and drops to the toilet emptying the contents what was left in his stomach he could feel his own loathing wretchedness consume his being. How could he have done this to Harry again? Why was Harry pleading for such torture? Hadn’t he gone through enough in the previous years? Another wave of heavy nausea hits him, he dry heaves now his throat dry and scratchy. Ron lifts his head, his arms supporting his weight, as he pants trying to settle down. He takes another deep breath but exhales inducing another dry heaving spell. Finally when he could muster no more strength he leans to the side flopping to the tiled floor. “Fuck…” he whispered, his breathing slowly returning to normal. His throbbing head and aching chest makes it hard for him stay awake. He closes his eyes and whispers, “Yeah it seems like a perfect time to die…”

Author Note: Okay please review it’s my first HP fanfic. I know I probably suck but I still would love to read your thought and ideas too I plan to make this a pretty decent length fanfic if I meet the standards for my readers.
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