Because my little friend I wanted to understand the twisted mind of the Draco basher's club.

Actually I dont exactly bloody LOVE Draco, but people? Where's the love? LOL

 

<REDACTED DUE TO CHILDISH IMMATURITY AND LACK OF TASTE>

 

That was completely made of win, if only for the last two paragraphs.

 

I send out a challenge to any and everyone to kill Draco off in a more Disturbing and Sick way than I did.

 

[AN: After Squick!Dobby and hamster!Draco earlier in the thread, I should be safe with anything in this. There's some extra depravity in the spoiler space at the end for your dubious amusement and so that you can get squicked as well. Had to sacrifice some description for the sake of dialogue but what can you do?]

Draco took a moment to polish his 6th year prefect badge as he prowled the dungeons looking for Gryffs to take points from. Everyone was studying for exams but he was sure that those idiots Potter and Weasley would be shirking their studies in favor of one of their simple-minded schemes against his house. If they were down here, he'd find them.

Pansy had begged off claiming she needed to study and Crabbe and Goyle were nowhere to be found.

'It matters not.', the Malfoy scion thought to himself, 'On my own, I'm more than a match for Scarhead and the Weasel.'

Sure enough, as he made his way through the dank hallway he heard someone in one of the unused classrooms. He drew his wand and slowly approached the door. Fevered grunting and moaning met his ears. With a mixture of disgust and delight, he recognized the voices; Potter and Weasley, shagging in the dungeons! This was absolutely, indescribably delicious.

Throwing the door wide open, he was confronted by an unexpected sight. Potter had his back to the wall and Weasley was facing him, both of them thrusting like mad. However, they weren't alone. Between the two of them was Narcissa Malfoy, her legs wrapped around the boy-who-lived's hips as the two Gryffindors plundered her from both sides. Her right hand was fisted in raven-black hair, her other was behind her head, gripping fiery, orange locks. His mother's custom-tailored robes gaped where they'd been rent down the front and were pushed up in the back, leaving exposed her pale white skin, which was flushed from her endeavors. Flawless breasts heaved as Draco's two most hated enemies utterly tainted his mother.


"Oh yes! So close... Harder!", she groaned as she writhed between them. Draco's jaw went slack and his wand clattered to the floor, unnoticed, as the horrific scene drew to its inexorable close. With a few shrieks and moans his mother 'finished' just ahead of her two... defilers, who spilled in her with satisfied sighs.
She gave a low chuckle and licked Potter's jaw before tilting her head back to capture Weasley's mouth with her own. With her full-body blush and disheveled hair and robes, she looked utterly debauched.

"MOTHER! What are you DOING?", he screamed, his pale little rat face nearly as flushed as his mother's flesh.

"Oh. Hello, Draco, dear. What are you doing here?", her normally cool voice had a warmth to it, tinkling like chimes.

"What am I doing here? I'm supposed to be here. What the hell is- is- THIS?", he gestured madly with a sweep of his hand that took in the three lovers.

"I should think it would be obvious. You did have 'The Talk' with your father before he got himself incarcerated, did you not?"

Draco's mouth simply gaped.

"Close your mouth, dear. That look is unbecoming on you."

"Unbec- Unbecoming! This grotesque-"

Potter glowered at the livid Slytherin, "Watch yourself, Draco."

"Yeah. You insult Cissa, you deal with us.", the red-headed lout threatened.

At this point, Potter lifted her and placed her on her feet. The sound the three made disengaging from each other made Draco vomit a little in his mouth.

"Cissa, is it? How long? How long has this been going on, mother? You couldn't wait for father to be freed?", he demanded.

"Don't be silly, Draco. This was going on long before he went on his 'unfortunate trip North'."

"How long since the beginning or since we quit using the contraceptive potions?", Weasley inquired in a faux-innocent tone. Draco fought his gag reflex.

"I saw these strapping young men during the Triwizard Tournament and was positively intrigued. However, we've only been trying to conceive for a few weeks. Just think, dear, a new sibling. Marvelous, isn't it? I should like to have a girl but these two will need heirs eventually.", Narcissa said, casting a few cleansing charms and repairing her savaged dress.

"I'm missing a button, Harry, darling. Do you-", she trailed off when Harry grinned, revealing a button clamped in his teeth. She smiled warmly and removed the button with delicate fingers and set about reattaching it to her robes. "Thank you."

"Heir? Si-sibling?"

"Certainly. These two can perform and 'plant a seed' without the magical assistance Lucius required. I have quality and quantity now; only the best for a Black.", she purred.

"Black?", he gasped in disbelief.

"You didn't expect her to keep Lucius' name after he made an arse of himself at the DOM, did you?", Potter inquired with his eyebrow cocked.

"You can keep whichever name you want, dear. I'm using Black until I can decide which of these lovely young men's names to take."

"I still say 'Narcissa Weasley' has a more natural flow to it.", mused the boy-who-lived.

Draco couldn't even function enough to maintain his outrage. "Narcissa W-Weasley?"

"You boys ready for a fourth go?"

"Mother?", he muttered plaintively.

"We'd have been on number five by now if we hadn't been interrupted.", grumbled the redhead, with his usual tact.

Narcissa smirked at the freckle-faced git and turned to her son. "Do run along now, Draco, I'm ovulating and wish to, as they say, 'strike while the iron is hot'. Don't fear reprisals from your father on my account; he was given The Kiss this morning before I came for my little 'visit.'"

Draco tried to say something but only managed a gurgling noise in his throat. Not bothering to retrieve his wand from the floor, he wandered out towards the entrance hall.

Harry waited a few moments before checking the Marauder's Map. "We're clear."

"That was bloody brilliant, that was!", Ron crowed in a hushed tone. "And the timing was perfect! I love that map."

'Narcissa' arched her eyebrow at Ron and cleared her throat.

"Er, I love you too, Hermione.", Ron stammered.

"Thank you, Ron, as long as I'm not playing second fiddle to a piece of enchanted parchment."

"You're a goddess, Hermione.", Harry beamed, kissing her nose. "And the performance was excellent, before and after Malfoy's entrance."

"Yes well- Uergh", she groaned and clutched her stomach as the countenance of Narcissa melted back into Hermione Granger. "That sure killed off my afterglow. Anyway, the only acting that was required was pretending to be that little prat's mother. The rest was genuine, I assure you."

She grinned and transfigured the fancy robes back into her Hogwarts uniform. Ron glanced at the map as Harry grabbed his Firebolt and Malfoy's wand. "Looks like he's at the edge of the lake, mate."

"Perfect! So predictable..."

Draco was sitting at the lake, sulking, when he heard mudblood-Granger calling his name. Merlin, what now! The entire Trio was approaching him. He realized he didn't have his wand.

"What do you want, Granger? Come to gloat?", he snarled, half-heartedly.

"Draco, I know we've never gotten along but I just want you to know that, though he was an evil man, I sympathize with you for the loss of your father. Take heart in the fact that you still have your mother. Narcissa is a warm, wonderful and caring person and, if it makes things any easier for you to bear, I only join Harry, Ron and Cissy in bed occasionally."

"W-WHAT!", Draco sputtered.

"C'mon Drake,", Harry cajoled, "try not to focus on losing your dad. You're actually gaining two stepfathers."

"And some brothers and sisters.", Ron added.

"And an, um, aunt or something...", Hermione offered.

"Right! Now why don't you come flying with me. That'll make you feel better, won't it?", Harry said, as Draco tried to shrug Harry's arm off from around his shoulders.

"I'm not going flying with you, Potter! And you've only got one fucking br-"

Hermione scowled slightly as Harry disapparated from the edge of the lake with Malfoy in tow.

"I'll be bloody well buggered if I can figure out how the hell he does that.", she groused. Ron gaped at her language for a moment before turning his attention to the dot that appeared in the sky above the lake.

"-oomAAHHHH!"

"Nothing is quite as exhilarating as a brisk flight! Well, except shagging your mom, eh Malfoy?", Harry shouted over the rushing air.

"What the bloody hell are you doing, Potter!", Draco shrieked like a girl and snatched at the unused broom in Harry's hand as they drifted away from each other in free fall.

"Ah, ah, ah! Never touch another man's broomstick.", Harry admonished. He jerked the broom out of Draco's reach then popped him viciously in the eye with the end of the handle. Draco roared in pain and fright as they fell towards the ground.

"Maybe if you wish really hard, you'll be able to apparate despite the wards, son. Oh! Maybe this would help.", Harry snapped his fingers as if remembering something and produced Draco's wand. He made to hand it to the panicking fop but let go right before Draco grabbed it. It shot up past them as they continued to fall. The blond's eyes teared up from the rushing wind and abject terror.

"Shite! Sorry Drake, rotten luck. Maybe you should've treated us a little better all these years. While I have your attention, I'd like to let you know that I'm prophesied to destroy your little Dark Lord and that in a second or two the Malfoy line will have come to an end. The mud is pretty thick at this edge of the lake so... good luck surviving, son! Your other stepfather and I will console your mother as best we can. I promise."

With a jaunty salute, Harry mounted his broom and began leveling off.

"Aaannyy second now...", Ron murmured, gazing through his Omnioculars. "This is gonna be dead brilliant!"

Hermione cast a transparent barrier over herself and Ron as Draco impacted the sludge at the edge of the lake with an almighty smack. The muck sprayed up into the air and slid, harmlessly, off the shield.

"Cor! Did you hear that? That shield was dead brilliant as well, luv. Thanks."

"My pleasure, Ron. Well, it looks like the little beast is still alive. Can you believe it?"

"Blimey. Well, that'll change soon enough. Pissed himself on the way down too, I see."

Harry glided smoothly towards them, Ron stuck his arm up, grabbing the broom as it passed overhead and Harry somersaulted off of it, landing on his feet.

"Show off.", Ron grinned.

"Only around the people that matter enough to show off to, mate.", Harry said with a slight bow. "How's our little dragon?"

"Still clinging to life, as amazing as that is. A feat that could probably only be duplicated by a flobberworm or a similar invertebrate. Witness inbreeding and de-evolution at work."

Hermione made to levitate him out of the mud but Harry stayed her hand. "Wait for it."

Ron was about to ask what they were waiting for when Draco's wand came whistling out of the sky, handle end first, and cracked its owner right over the bridge of his nose. Ron snickered and Hermione lifted Draco out of his crater with a murmured 'Mobilicorpus' and laid him on the bank. She gave him a look of distaste as he bled slowly into the mire.

"Well, whose blood is muddy now, Draco?", she sniped. He could only wheeze, feebly, in response. Harry snapped Draco's wand in a shower of green sparks and stuffed it in the broken boy's pocket.

"Harry, do you remember what you did with your wand when you two rescued me from the troll?", Hermione inquired.

"Yeah.", the two Gryffs chorused.

"Well, this is in honor of the two of you. To friendship and the end of bigotry.", with that, she thrust the end of her wand up Malfoy's nostril, the resultant crunching noise making them wince.

"Concutio Valdius!", she incanted. She gritted her teeth and the muscles in her slender arm tensed as the wand began to vibrate with the force of a jackhammer. She ended the spell and withdrew her wand. Ron held her around the waist while she bent over and swished the wand through the water. Harry casually muttered a 'Scourgify' at her wand for good measure.

Her inspired little inter-cranial maneuver earned her comments of 'Nasty' and 'Gruesome'.

"Well, that will have done for his frontal lobe, I should think.", she said breezily.

Harry dead-panned, "He wasn't using it anyway."

Ron snickered again. It was that kind of day.

Harry used a few spells to eliminate any trace of the Draco-shaped crater and pushed Malfoy into the water with the toe of his boot. When the, not quite dead, Slytherin floated over a deep enough section of the lake, Ron took careful aim and intoned, 'Caro Marmoreus'. A grayish-tan streak shot out of his wand and struck Malfoy, who turned to marble and sank quickly out of sight.

"Long distance; nice aim, mate!", Harry whistled.

"Excellent spell work, Ron! You've been studying.", Hermione beamed at him with pride.

"Yeah, well... motivation and all that."

The Trio walked back to the castle, arm in arm.

"Well, that was a long time in coming.", Hermione sighed. "And nothing less than he deserved."

Her companions nodded and murmured their agreement.

Hermione, once again, asked the question that had been driving her nuts for months. "How do you apparate within the wards, anyway, Harry?"

"What can I say, Hogwarts loves me.", he said with a mischievous grin.

Spoiler

[AN: Does this even count as a twist ending?]

"Narcy's going to be sorry she missed it. Well, the first part at least. Don't know about the 'dropping her son out of the sky' bit.", Ron said.

"She hates that nickname, Ron.", Hermione groaned. The redhead shrugged.

"Anyway, she knew the basic plan and agreed with it. Too bad she had to testify against 'Lucky Lucy' before the Wizengamot today, it must have run over."

"Well, it's a good thing you brewed that Polyjuice, just in case, Hermione. Still, she really wanted to see Draco's face when he 'walked in and found her being ravished by a Potter with a Weasley planted in her jacksie'. She's pretty funny for someone who married a Malfoy."

"She'll have to settle for the 'home video'. That's what Pensieves are for, I suppose. So... which of you devils impregnated Cissy?", Hermione inquired with a grin.

Ron just shrugged.

"Don't know yet.", Harry offered.

She gave them a considering look. "Well, I say whoever didn't, gets my firstborn. After we finish school, of course. Sound fair to you?"

"Really? That would be great!", Ron enthused.

Harry just started laughing. "Sounds brilliant, Hermione."

The bushy-haired girl cocked an eyebrow, "What's so funny?"

"'Whose blood is muddy now?', Hermione you are too much."

With laughter all around, they headed to the prefects' bathroom for a soak before Narcissa came to discuss the trial. Moaning Myrtle would probably come to ogle Harry, as per usual. She'd probably harass Ron too, for that matter. Perhaps she'd spot a very Malfoy-like statue in the lake, the next time she got flushed...


[AN: Umm. Well, there you have it, fresh off the presses for DLP. Draco's dead. Light on physical torture, heavier on the psychological torment. And they're all in on it together; not just the killing but...other stuff. Well, they're all depraved, I suppose, if they're up for a relaxing soak after a satisfying torture and murder. In my opinion, the only thing better than a dead Draco is one that's been humiliated and tortured before he's killed. Mental, physical, I don't care what kind of torture it is; I hate Draco.
I love making up new spells... Does the adjective go before or after the noun in Latin?]

 

Nice idea, only problem was Ron knowing a complex powerful spell and having good aim.

 

Yes, perhaps I do, I sure liked the sticking a rithing hamster up ginny's pussy though.

 

The hallways were dark and foreboding as the full moon eerily bathed the halls in an malignant light.
Draco cursed his rotten luck as the one who had to patrol the halls at 3:00 in the bloody morning.
as if that werent enough he had been getting the feeling that someone had been watching him since he had started traversing this largely unused wing of the school. Tingles ran up his spine as he reached for his wand, only to find it wasn't there.
"Fuck" draco muttered an oath while looking around the hallways maybe he had dropped it, he thought. Draco turned around and started walking the corridor in an effort to sooth his jumping nerves and palpitating heart rate.
Soon enougth he had lost his way and mis-turned himself from his usual route into a place he had never before visited.
In a rare moment of insight he surveyed his situation.
Alone at three in the morning..Check
In a corridor that I have never been in and no one uses...check
wandless and defenseless....check
a full bladder and no toilet in sight... Check
"Shit" he murmured,
Suddenly draco heard the rustle of a cloak behind him.
Draco whirled around; flailing his arms in a misdirected amateurish karate stance.
"Whose there? I demand you show yourself I am Draco Malfoy and a prefect of this school, I demand you to show your face. Draco smiled in a arrogent way that bellied his intelligence in this sort of a situation. He conveniently forgot his wandless and defenseless state relying on his pureblood status to deign him respect.
"Fool" a familiar voice half whispered half hissed
"You will pay Draco, I have got you straight where I want you and you shan't leave these corridors alive."
Draco's bladder chose a rather inconvenient time to show its irritation as draco pissed himself, in a most undignified pureblood way.
Suddenly an apparition appeared and seemed to sniff the air "Disgusting" it murmured" With a swish of a wand draco was slammed into the wall so hard a few bricks came loose and toppled to the floor.
Draco tried to move but found an overwhelming barrier pressing against him.
The figure stood in front of him and jerked the wand foreword as if stabbing something. All of a sudden light bathed the area and draco realised he was in a pentagram and candle lights bathed the corridor in eery luminescence.
Only then did draco realize who was in front of him.
"Po...P..Potter, what are you doing, my father..."
"Dramencia" Harry intoned a bright flash light the corridors.
Pain lashed through him as unbearable as the crucio curse, but unlike crucio this was physically pain not mental. Draco's blood was being extracted through his skin and pooling in a sinister river at the heart of the pentagram.
"Do you see Draco what you are now subjected to? It is not just your blood but your magical essence being drained out of you. once this is completed you will be less then a muggle and I shall crush you as such."
Harry leaned close the lighting on his half hooded face made him appear as sinister as the dark lord.
"Did you know there are spells that can cause you such agony in that you you stand on the cusp of death begging for release?"
"A garbled moan wracked Draco's body"
Harry smiled "dont worry Draco we are just warming up, soon with your magic and your new wand; I shall show you what real pain is."
and as suddenly as the pain had begun it was gone leaving Draco feeling hollow.
Harry walked into the center of the pentagram and started chanting.
"Dou Harreb Mass Tengue Bhrohed est"
Draco's blood started to climb up him and blue flames of magic gripped him as his core magic expanded.
Suddenly the flames were estinguished and harry stood up invigorated.
"Now the fun begins"
Harry stabbed his hand at draco and he fell into a heap on the floor.
With a jerk of his wand two light streaks flashed impaling Draco in the chest.
With a start draco looked down as he felt his chest eviscerated two long slashes traversed his torso gutting him like a fish pain, violent pain lashed in harsh waves again and again as his guts spewed all over the floor.
Dont worry draco the magic will keep you alive so you can feel every ounce of pain, you will beg me for death and soon I will grant it; but know this it will be a slow painful one as was your parents death, both by my hands.
"Draco moaned noooooo, you... you ....youre supposed to be the savior...of the light Draco gasped.
A red beam of light hit draco as a blunt spoon started to carve out his eyes.
Harry smiled, "Funny I never agreed to that title;and this is just so much more fun."
Noooo, Aarrgh, draco screamed as his eyes were scooped from his face.

Suddenly harry looked up and muttered medaling old fool. Dumbles approaches.
A measure of hope gripped Draco; he was certainly saved.
A fools hope it turned out,
"ah no matter harry said we will just have to cut things short, so long old friend"
"Crucio est Ghrast"
a black orb of malignant light hit Draco melting his skin and essence leaving no trace of the sniviling little ferret.
Harry stared into the darkness
"Excellent... now for that Ginslut........"

Yay my first post how was it?
hopefully it is up to your standerds...

 

Mmh... not wanting to sound picky or anything, but would you mind adding spaces between the paragraphs? Easier for the eyes, see.

Also,

Watch your grammar and punctuation. Re-reading would be a good idea, too; "Preview Post" is your friend. This particular sentence should be:

That's still not the best paragraph ever, but at least it's correct.

"Whose" is actually "Who is" or "Who's". Tip of the day: quotation marks usually go as a pair. One " at the beginning and another one at the end of the speech. "Arrogant" spells with an a. There's a little "spell check" button, use it. I do.

Repetition. Try to read it aloud.

That's such a terrible use of punctuation that I really had to compel myself to read, while adding the correct one in my mind. I'm a lazy person, and it's way too much effort. Also, "you will beg me for death and soon I will grant it." Err... Is that just me, or does it sound a lot like the fourth movie?

And last, in dialogue, only one interpolated clause is necessary. If you write, "Draco moaned," you don't need to add, "Draco gasped."

Not sure about the grammar terms in English .

To sum it up: bad grammar and punctuation distract most readers (and annoy some); it's hard to judge the quality of the content in such conditions. So... re-read, spell check, re-read again to be sure, then post .

EDIT: the spell check button doesn't work for me right now (stupid browser); I hope you won't find spelling mistakes, I hate looking like a fool.

 

Fantastic stuff all of it, I can only hope my entry matches up to the impressive work posted before it.

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"Oh bloody glorious" Harry muttered as he ducked back behind the suit of armor. For the past twenty minutes a certain Mr. Potter had been hiding not twenty feet from the Slytherin common room waiting to take advantage of a little information gathering earlier in the day to set off one last prank.
Granted traumatising a first year to gain the password was enjoyable in and of its self but he really had been planning for far too long to let such a foolish slip up as having forgotten his cloak ruin his end of year entertainment.
'About damn time' our young protagonist thought as the last Slytherin left through Salazar's portrait. Knowing his target was the only one remaining in the dormitory, 'the result of a time delay sleeping spell by yours truly' harry grinned and made his way forward.
'Scene, the Slytherin common room
props,
one chair, metal, reinforced
bleach 2 liters approx
one hastily transfigured giant oven
rope'

As Harry begins to use the ropes to bind an unconscious Draco Malfoy, swiftly summoned from the boys dormitory, to the chair he begins to speak aloud.
<i>enervate</i>
"our Dramatis personae, the wealthy young pureblood Draco Malfoy famed bigot, malcontent and general example of exactly what humans should strive not to be."
A still muggy-headed Malfoy tries to sit up only to realize he is already positioned so, and further more bound to a chair. "What the hell, Potter" he croaks, in contradiction to basic laws of sound, reedily "what are you doing here, where is here!"
Harry looks over and smiles "Hush now Draco, you're ruining the story...oh do stop fidgeting, I can't stand an audience that fidgets"
<i>silencio, petrificus totalus</i>
Harry continues as if there had been no interruption "His nemesis, The boy who lived, Saviour of the light and all around beloved celebrity Harry Potter. Oh I almost regret tying his arms now, he can't applaud"
With a quick smile harry begins dousing the floor of the oven with bleach "This probably doesn't make terribly much sense to you but I assure you it people would find it quite ironic if Binns taught anything but goblin rebellions in history I assure you it would come across as terribly ironic."
With a quick word Harry removes the silencing spell cast earlier and levitates his nemesis into the oven.
"Quite in contradiction to his prior gentlemanly behavior the young hero much to his captive audiences shock unzips his fly and pulls out his member, casts a number of spells to strip the young mister Malfoy of his robes and grins"
With a look of horror on his face Malfoy gasps "you're not, you sick little pervert I always knew hanging around with those mudbloods and blood traitors would send someone wrong but I never thought it would go this far."
"Oh but it isn't at all what the vile ferret suspects, for the brave mister Potter has no taste for men, and even if he were so inclined he could surely do better than an anorexic upper class twip."
With this our genitalia waving protagonist begins to urinate on Mr. Malfoy and the surrounding area of floor, moments later he zips up, steps backwards and slams the oven door.
"What poor uneducated Draco does not know, due to an unfortunate lack of grounding in any form of chemistry not involving newt eyes and goat stomachs is that certain gases result from the vile concoction now covering the floor of his cell, gases with a historic significance."
As sounds of choking and sobbing echo from within the oven rising in a crescendo then falling again Harry steps out of the Slytherin common room and proceeds towards the astronomy tower
"Act two, regarding the accidental and tragical death of young Ginevra Weasley..."

 

I was bored so i figured, "What the hell. I'll kill Draco again."
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Things were finally looking up for Draco Malfoy. Pansy Parkinson was a bitch but she wasn't stupid. After seeing how that mudblood, Granger, got her teeth fixed during their fourth year, Pansy decided to banish the one thing standing between her and unmarred beauty and had her nose fixed. Now that everyone wanted a piece of her, she wouldn't give Draco the time of day.

Well screw that stupid bint, because Draco had just gotten invited to do some 'recreating' with Daphne 'I'm too hot for words' Greengrass. Although he would have preferred someplace a bit more comfortable than a lavatory.

Daphne closed the door and swiftly cast a locking charm. "We wouldn't want to be disturbed now, would we?"

"Er, we're doing it in the girls' loo?" He realized how lame that sounded and since beggars can't be choosers, he'd take it wherever he could get it. He tried to act cool. "Ahh. Dirty, I like it."

He couldn't see her roll her eyes as she cast a silencing spell on the room. "So no one will hear you scream.", she all but purred as she turned to him with a grin.

'Score! The most I ever got from Pansy was a handy under the quidditch stands.' The inbred little twat smirked with false bravado, "I could say the same for you, luv."

She scoffed and pointed to the corners of the room. "See those runes on the floor and ceiling?"

"Er, yeah?"

"They anchor a ward which absorbs all of the magical signatures in this room. That way when the ward goes down no trace of the spells cast in here will remain."

Draco goggled moronically; almost Weasley-like, really. "That's, umm, a little elaborate for, uhh, snogging... Where did you learn ward-building?"

Her laugh was melodic, though sinister. "Oh, Draco. Warding isn't really a Greengrass thing. It's more of a Potter family tradition."

The mention of his sworn enemy immediately incensed Draco. "Potter! Whatever. That scarhead wouldn't know a ward from his wand."

"I don't know Draco, I did cast this one, after all."

Draco whipped his head around to face the person he hated most. Potter was standing in front of a stall. Though Draco wouldn't recognize it, Harry's foot had clearly scuffed away one of the anchor runes for a small invisibility ward.

"Bugger off, Potty! Daphne and I have some business to attend to.", the pale boy sneered.

"Oh, believe me, I know. Who do you think set this up?" The grin on Potter's face was intolerable but Draco was struck dumb at his comment. 'Is Scarhead actually implying that he set it up so that I could get some?' The world really was a strange place.

Daphne sighed at her housemate. In his own way he was as thick as his two goons. "Don't try to think too hard, Draco. What my betrothed is saying is that you thought you were coming here to get fucked and, well, nothing's changed."

That got his attention and he reacted in customary fashion, by drawing his wand.
"Betrothed? LACERO!"

Harry blocked the curse with a disinterested wave of his wand. "Malfoy, you stud! Not even gonna disarm me; going straight for the damage! At least try and hit me next time, okay?"

"I'll show you... CURTARE!"

Harry got a shield up in plenty of time but Daphne, her eyes wide with rage, had already summoned a sink loose from the wall to intercept it. Being shielded, Harry was fine, but Daphne and Draco were covered with nicks and scratches from the flying shards of porcelain. Daphne didn't seem to notice.

"A gelding curse! You little worm! You thought you'd castrate MY future husband?", she seethed as she stalked towards him, blood trickling from her scratches. "Connudatus."

Finding himself suddenly bereft of clothes left Malfoy shocked for a moment and he flubbed the strangulation hex he was directing at Harry's apparent girlfriend. Harry used the time to cast a somewhat obscure spell. "Fontis Confractura."

Draco squealed in pain as his wand core exploded, throwing splinters into the, now burnt, flesh of his hand.

"I know you wanted to draw this out, Harry, but I want him dead now.", she fumed.

Harry grinned. Watching Daff get worked up on his behalf was always fun. "What, just because of that curse? We were planning to kill him, after all."

She stared in angry disbelief, "What! 'Just because'? You're the last scion of one of the ancient families and he tried to use a gelding curse on you! And he didn't know what we were going to do. You're promised to me and he... Ooh! Him. Dead. Now!"

During this byplay Draco had quit clutching his hand in agony and busied himself with trying to open the bathroom door, naked or not.

"Oh, sorry Draco. Daphne wants your balls for a wedding gift now, so I'm afraid you're not going anywhere." Harry banished him to the cluster of sinks that concealed the entrance to Salazar's chamber. He and Daphne both cast sticking charms on the panicking Malfoy.

"I bet you're wondering why we needed two sticking charms, right?", the blond girl bared her teeth in a malicious smile.

Harry took over the explanation. "You see, we're about to find out what's stronger; the sticking charms on your arm and back, the doorway to the chamber, or your pathetic little body."

Draco could only squeak in horror, "What?"

Harry hissed something and the sound of grinding stone echoed throughout the loo. The column the sinks were mounted on began to separate and shift. Draco screamed at the top of his lungs as his tendons were stretched to their limit. Soon enough, the git and his left arm went their separate ways, accompanied by a sound reminiscent of raw chicken being ripped apart.

Harry winced, mockingly "Ouch. You know what they say; 'A fool and his limbs are soon parted.' It's pretty bad when even your own parts can't stand your company."

"I could make a joke about split personalities but he doesn't have enough personality to split.", the Slytherin girl jabbed. She canceled the sticking charm on the arm and it fell to the tile with a wet thud. With a 'tsk' noise to indicate her distaste, she pushed the limb over the edge. Draco's pained eyes opened even wider in terror as he watched his arm fall towards the Chamber and drop out of sight.

Green eyes narrowed and a wand was pointed at Malfoy's bleeding shoulder. "We can't have you bleeding to death just yet, can we? Cauterizatus."

As if the pain of being dismembered wasn't bad enough, he suddenly felt as if a hot brand was searing shut the flesh of his abused shoulder. Which, of course, is basically what happened.

Greengrass wrinkled her slender nose, "Whoof! Sexist piglet even smells like bacon."

"But does he taste like chicken?", Harry quipped.

"I am not going to try and find out. Anyway, what do we have left?"

"Well, I say the arm is for trying to get Buckbeak killed. The wand and his hand are for conspiring with Umbridge. Should the cauterizing spell count? Fuck it, why not? The cauterizing spell can be for ruining my housemates' potions... I still owe him for all the detentions and point loss he's caused, thinking he was actually going to lay hands on you when he came in here, the rumors he fed that Skeeter bitch... Oh, and for harassing Hermione. You know, Malfoy, you could have called her an overbearing little bint, a bossy wench or even a swotty little know-it-all bitch and you'd have pretty much been in the right because, hell, that's what she is. Instead, you always had to lay into her with that racist mudblood shite. I really hate racists."

He turned to his companion. "Dammit, Daff, this is going to take forever."

She gestured towards their captive. "May I, then?"

"Sure, why not."

"Mille Morsus."

Small bite marks appeared all over Draco's body, as if he'd been gnawed upon by a swarm of rats.

"A thousand, huh?", Harry mused. "Seems like cheating but we are pressed for time."

They finished up with a few bludgeoning spells to the ribs, a curse that melted Draco's vocal cords and a pair of bone-breaking spells to his ankles before canceling the sticking charm. He fell to the floor with a thud and lay there, breathing heavily. Daphne removed his jewels with a severing charm, which was decidedly messier than that gelding curse he'd tried to pull off earlier.

"Don't feel too bad, Malfoy. You get to spend your final hours in the place your sick little idolized founder created. Oh yeah! Yesterday Daphne, who is an excellent forger, if I do say so myself, took the liberty of writing a letter and inviting your cunt of a mother and her inbred, bastard of a husband over here to see you. We made sure to show them some hospitality before tossing them into the Chamber, so if you see them or their bodies down there, do be sure to mention who made that family reunion possible."

Daphne favored Malfoy's battered body with a predatory smile, "So long, Draco. You always were a useless fuck."

Like with his arm a moment ago, Daphne gave him a shove with her foot and sent him tumbling down the pipe. With a hiss, Harry closed the entrance. They thoroughly Scourgified the room and each other, cast Reparo on the broken sink, canceled the silencing and locking spells and then let the ward collapse, taking all spell traces with it. The remaining runes were washed away with the Lavare charm; a spell used so often in the bathrooms that it would attract no notice.

Daphne favored Harry with a smoldering kiss before scrunching her nose up and pointing at the ground. "You missed a spot. His bits are still laying over there."

"Oh those. I have a harmless prank planned that will require them.", he stated, nonchalantly.

"A harmless prank that requires testicles?", she inquired, doubtfully.

"All pranks require some balls, Daff."

"Ugh."

"Dobby!", Harry called. The excitable house elf appeared immediately. Rather than allow the elf the chance to sing 'Master Harry's' praises, Harry got straight to the point.
"Dobby, what do you know about making sweets..."

--

When Harry finished dealing with Dobby, the betrothed pair turned to leave, only to stop dead in their tracks at the sound of a voice behind them.

"I saw what you did, Harry... Daphne."

Startled, they spun towards the source of the voice.

"Myrtle! I, uh."

"You tortured and killed another student, Harry. You shouldn't have done that."

"I know, Myrtle. Would it help if I told you that he had it coming?"

"A student killed me and got away with it. I didn't like that one bit."

"Maybe we could work something out. Is there anything we could do for you to keep this between us?", Daphne pleaded.

Myrtle smirked, wickedly. "I think we could come to an agreement... between us."

Her subsequent giggling fit did nothing to put Harry and Daphne at ease.

--

Dumbledore noticed a small plastic bag on his desk. The label read, 'Adelaide's Above Average Lemon Drops'. He'd never heard of them before. Apparently a grateful student had left him a gift. Headmaster Dumbledore enjoyed holding such a respected position.

He planned to savor the sweet as slowly as possible and sucked the somewhat large, lemony treat for quite some time before he finally lost his willpower and bit down on it. He was somewhat surprised when the lemon drop turned out to have a very thin shell around a soft, squishy center. Surprise, however, quickly turned to nausea and the headmaster searched frantically for a makeshift emesis basin to regurgitate in. The closest thing was the ashtray below Fawkes perch. Albus vomited noisily and repeatedly into the ashtray, noticing only too late that Fawkes wasn't on his perch. Rather, as this was a burning day, he was currently in the form of a chick and struggling under a layer of ash and testicle-rich vomit.

--

"Er, no, Harry, I don't know. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a sugar-coated Malfoy testicle?", Ron asked in a confused tone (which, frankly, was par for the course for him).

"The wizarding world may never know, Ron.", Harry laughed, as he walked away. Ron simply blinked, stupidly, as he watched Harry meet Daphne by the Slytherin table and give her arse a squeeze.

"Mental, that one.", he said, shaking his head. "Absolutely mental."

Ron couldn't help but feel jealous at Harry for pulling the beautiful Slytherin. It wasn't fair, really. How was Ron supposed to know there were decent girls among those slimy snakes? No one told him. Not realizing for a single moment how unreasonable this line of thought was, the redhead could feel himself getting angry. As per usual, his face began to turn red. Suddenly an aneurism, weakened from years of rage-induced high blood pressure, burst in Ron's brain. He fell to the floor of the great hall, dead.

--

Harry rested against the side of the lavish pool in the prefects' bathroom, one arm propped up on the rim, the other around a very soapy and very naked Daphne. The faint, silvery-blue nimbus that surrounded her made the bubbles sparkle brilliantly.

"Just remember, Myrtle, you have to give control back to Daphne in the morning.", Harry murmured, lethargically.

"That's in the morning, Harry. I still have Daphne's body and yours for at least another seven hours. I hope you're ready for another go. Ooh! Yes you are!", she shrieked with delight.

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"Oh, don't be a widdle sourpuss, Harry. I can tell you're enjoying yourself; 'Little Harry' doesn't lie. Besides, Daphne's still aware of what's happening here, so I'm sure she's having fun too."

"No, it's great, really but can't you let me sleep? I have classes tomorrow?", he grumbled.

"Sleep is for the weak! Don't worry, after a few years of this I may be content enough to move on to the afterlife. I'm having so much fun!", Myrtle enthused.

"You really don't give a shite about what we did to Malfoy, do you?"

"Nope, not really.", she affirmed, offhandedly, as she mounted him... again.

Harry wanted to object, since this was more or less extortion and he didn't like being manipulated, but couldn't help enjoying the way she was riding him as if she were in the Kentucky Derby. Dying a virgin had obviously left Myrtle with some seriously pent up urges. Harry considered for a moment that Hermione could end up the same way if she wasn't careful. He would have broken into laughter at the thought if he and Moaning Myrtle hadn't been busy churning the water like a great white in the middle of a feeding frenzy.

And Myrtle certainly lived up to her name.

 

Perfect. But I think that Ron's death was... not entertaining. Also you could write about what happened to Hermione and Ginny and the rest of the losers. But anyway - this story rock's. Try writing a full story. You have an talent.

 

Thank you, franki.
Ron's death was written that way for two reasons; one, because I used up the whole 2500 words and couldn't write any more (which is why Hermione and Ginny didn't make it in) and two, because it was supposed to come across as sudden, pointless and self-inflicted.

I actually like Hermione and Ginny when they are written in a manner that doesn't make me want to hurt someone when I read it but how often does that happen?

I've got the beginnings of close to thirty stories on my PC but I rarely ever finish a project and I have a hard time writing a story in order, which means I can't start at the beginning and submit a chapter at a time. I tend to write a scene (that would usually be in the middle of a story) that pops into my head and then build more scenes around it.

One of these days I should actually try thinking up a plotline and follow it from beginning to end.

 

Warlocke, I loved your story; any chance of you posting it on Ficwad or something?

I have to admit that you really thought out the torture part very well, which disturbes me on some level but pleases me on a more base one; hmmm, time for me to go to the shrink again.... Regardless, the idea of using the CoS doorway like that was utter GENIUS. I have never heard or thought of anything that simple but that brilliant. Most people just stick to Crucios or variants, maybe castrating, but you went the whole nine yards. Great job!

 

The Peeping Draco

Draco Malfoy found himself once again in the girls bathroom, perving over the raunchy complexities of the female form.

As he watched, his member stiffening slightly at the marvelous display of firm young breasts, he saw something move out of the corner of his eye.

"What the hell was that!" He thought, and again a pink something moved near him at lightning speed.
It was only to late that he saw the barbie-pink lacy knickers coming straight at him.

He let out a high pitched scream as they wrapped themselves around his head, and into his mouth and nose cutting off his vital oxygen supply.

Draco fell to the ground, grabbing frantically at the large pink garment that was engulfing his head.

Soon Draco Malfoy was wrapped entirely in knicker elastic and lace as the knickers digested him whole absorbing his life force and his very soul!

Pansy Parkinson slowly wandered into the girls bathroom after a nice long shower to find a lone pair of pink lacy undergarments on the tiled floor.

"So that's were my knickers went" she smiled as she placed them on tightly.

"A Perfect fit!" she smiled.

But somewhere in the depths of pink material Draco Malfoy's muffled screams could be heard, for he was to spend the rest of eternity as Pansy Parkinson's favourite pair of sexy knickers.

The End

.......Or is it?

 

Ummm... Sure Erised.

Warlocke, that was awesome man. Genius.

 

I couldn't help myself, Death is too good for Draco, but an eternity as Pansy's knickers was quite fitting.......

 

I assume, since that this is in the Mature section, I am allowed to post a little content unbecoming of the eyes of impressionable youngsters. Do tell me what you think.

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'Only a Malfoy', he was always taught. 'Only a Malfoy is treated with respect. No Mudbloods or Muggles will be allowed to taint us. That way, we keep the respect we deserve.' And yet, the first time he met that Harry Potter, with his messy hair and his shoddy clothes, and his broken glasses... he did not give the respect Draco Malfoy was used to. He looked like a Muggle, worse, like a poor Muggle, and he did not give him, a Malfoy, respect. Most times, he'd string a random sentence together to Daddy's friends, usually involving the word 'Mudblood', and they'd all smile and pat him on the back.

But not Harry Potter. And Draco Malfoy hated him because of it.

Of course, maybe it was because that Potter had filthy Muggle blood himself. Yes, that had to be the reason. Most families knew the worth of the Malfoy name, and those who didn't were looked down upon, as they were blood traitors.

And speaking of blood traitors, the Weaselette walked by him in the dungeons, pointedly ignoring his sneer. Their whole filthy family looked like that, with their horrid ginger hair, and freckles. But there was something about the Weaselette...

Walking through corridors, now deserted as the stampede of fifth-years fled Potions, here was where Draco felt at home. Alone. No bumbling fools, Crabbe and Goyle, no irritating sycophant Parkinson, and the downside: no attractive pure-blood girlfriend; neither Tracey Davis nor Daphne Greengrass wanted anything to do with him or the Dark Lord. Somehow, Draco would be the one to change their minds. Draco trod aimlessly, down corridor after corridor, his anger and hatred for the Golden Boy of Gryffindor obscuring his thoughts. A movement up ahead brought him back to himself.

‘What a coincidence,’ Draco smirked as he saw the figure. Harry Potter. Who was looking very shifty, as he glanced this way and that, attempting to avoid any friends of his who were unconcerned with privacy. Seeing no one, the foolish Gryffindor swiftly walked towards the stairs of the Astronomy Tower, holding a piece of parchment. Without a doubt, Potter’s mediocre assignment.

Climbing to the top of the stairs, Draco would have jumped out at Potter if he hadn't heard the voice of the Astronomy professor, Sinistra. She was respectable only in that she was a pure-blood. She neither supported the Dark Lord nor Dumbledore, and that meant that she was a filthy broad, not supporting the Dark Lord. When He took over, her position just before death would be bent-over a table with torn clothes and dead eyes, a broken bint, nothing more than a semen repository. Giggling noises came around the corner, and Draco scowled. Wait... giggling noises?

Draco slowly positioned himself as not to be seen, and peered around the corner. There was Sinistra... and she was being pushed against the desk by Potter. Kissing. Malfoy grinned with glee. This was a juicy bit of blackmail, and an even juicier piece of information worthy of the Dark Lord's attention. This would only serve to expedite her fate. Perhaps the Dark Lord would reward him for 'taking initiative'? Draco slipped past the wall, as the pair were surely too preoccupied a cunning Slytherin such as himself. He was now under the open portion of the classroom. The moon shown brightly overhead, and owls were heard hooting in the Owlery, only the next tower over. Creeping through the classroom, he found himself at the balcony. An excellent place to find the two dead fools, he thought. He took one more step towards the edge, examining the distance between him and the Earth below.

Satisfied, he turned back towards Potter and Sinistra, who instead of snogging like they had been, were both looking in his direction.

Potter spoke, a demented grin on his face, not too dissimilar to the ones Auntie Bellatrix wore. "Well, hello, Malfoy. Enjoying the view?"

Draco knew he would be able to use this as blackmail. "Why yes, Potty. You and that cunt of a professor over there were too deeply... involved... in what you were doing to notice a superior person such as myself sneaking up on you."

Potter visibly fought a laugh. "A superior person such as yourself? Superior to what, exactly? Flobberworms? And here I thought one bit you way back when... Considering Flobberworms lack the teeth essential to do any sort of biting, I find that's a remarkable achievement, wouldn't you say?" Sinistra had the gall to laugh at that remark, and Draco flushed.

"I wouldn't exactly laugh at that, Professor," he spat. "You might find yourself in a spot of trouble. Fraternizing with a student... what would my father say?"

"Something along the lines of grunting and pointing, no doubt," jibed Sinistra smirking. "Although that's not really saying anything, now is it? And you're not exactly a good Slytherin are you? I mean, I was a Slytherin, class of '78. What's the Muggle expression? 'I've got more cunning in my little finger that you have in your whole body'?"

"I do believe that's ancestry, love," said Potter. "I mean, his Daddy doesn't have a whole lot of cunning either."

"True Slytherins clean up their messes," said Sinistra wisely. Potter and Sinistra unsheathed their wands, one made of holly, the other hemlock.

"You wouldn't dare to attack me!" Draco roared. "I am a Malfoy! I think it best you put your wands away and hope I don't report the both of you!"

"Rather blunt," remarked Sinistra. “I repeat - no cunning whatsoever.”

"And that's just the thing, Malfoy," said Potter. "I don't believe you've ever had a thought in your life. And you definitely won’t be having one any time soon."

The two purple bludgeoning hexes struck Malfoy, one to the head, cracking his skull, the other impacting his chest, breaking a couple ribs and puncturing a lung.

Draco screamed rather girlishly, knowing the sound would be loud enough to be heard throughout the seventh floor of the school. A prefect or a professor would come running. Harry snorted.

"On the Astronomy Tower, no one can hear you scream," Potter quipped. "Didn't Daddy tell you? The Astronomy Tower is charmed so all the good little boys and girls can get their beauty sleep."

Draco was starting to get worried now. "You don't have the guts to kill me," he said confidently, even though he wasn't as sure as he was earlier that day.

"Avada Kedavra," Potter said distractedly. Draco saw the familiar sickly green of the Killing Curse streaking towards him, and he closed his eyes, whimpering. A few seconds later, he opened his eyes to see the pair of attackers laughing at him. He spat at Potter, the gob hitting Potter's cheek with a wet splat. The laughing ceased, and Potter, incensed, stepped forward, and swung his fist into Draco's jaw five times in succession before he managed to launch another spittle burst. Draco cried out in pain and Potter shook his fist, which had torn the skin of Draco's cheek and had drops of the blond's blood on it. One last blow to the face using the elbow, and Draco's ferret-like features were now distorted, the arrogant cheekbones ruined, and a couple of Draco's molars fell from the broken jaw, which hung open like a planter from a porch on Privet Drive.

Potter walked quickly to the teacher's desk, and retrieved a Beater's bat from the other side, and he hefted it. "This should prove to be interesting." And with that, Potter swung the bat at the blond boy's foot. The boy screamed in pain as the wooden object struck him, breaking a metatarsal. A couple more imprecise blows to the legs and stomach had cut the skin, and blood dripped crimson downwards as Draco's body racked with sobs. Red splattered Potter's hands, his clothes, and he scowled. He whispered in Sinistra's ear for a moment

Potter left, presumably to wash his hands disgustedly, and Draco spoke as best as he could to Sinistra. "Why are you consorting with that filthy half-blood? Why are you doing this?"

"Because, little ferret," Sinistra said, her voice filled with malice. "I remember your father, always the arrogant little asshole. And then he helped to rape one of my friends just because she wouldn't join. This is my revenge. And as a bonus, Harry is such a good lover. You weren't suspicious of all the 'detention' he was suddenly racking up? Without losing any points at all?"

The moon was directly overhead now, and the dark clouds seemed to dance around the zenith. Drops of rain began to fall, disturbing the blood attempting to coagulate on Draco's cheek, bringing stinging pain.

I wondered where Harry had gone, if only to satisfy my curiosity. I never could see why he was so important to the cause, and to be honest, I disliked him a little. He was too fool-hardy, too impulsive, too eager to be like his father, who, though I didn't know personally, has had his repuatation precede him throughout the halls of Hogwarts, and even a bit at Headquarters thanks to Sirius and Remus. I know Snape has voiced the same concerns, but to an extent that hinted towards unfounded full-blown hatred for the boy. I saw Harry exiting a seventh floor boys' washcloset, and I followed focusing on my mission. Blackmail material is very important to a Slytherin, and Harry Potter sneaking out for a late night rendezvous at the Astronomy Tower was juicy, definitely worth covering up.

I followed Harry back to the Astronomy Tower, bearing a winning smile. My cousin, Aurora Sinistra, gazed at him for a moment.

"Is this it, then?" she asked hopefully. Harry nodded curtly.

"This begins to bore me," he said, and then without pausing, he jabbed his wand towards a figure suspended just above and beyond the ledge that prevented the firsties from falling. It was Draco Malfoy, bloodied and beaten. My heart jumped, some sympathy leaking out for the little bastard. "Crucio!" I tried not to scream as the Saviour of the World, the Chosen One, was using the Cruciatus Curse. On another person. I had to report this to Dumbledore, but my feet would not move. Harry ended his Cruciatus Curse a minute later, the blond aristocrat still screaming and quivering. I wondered how the whole school could not have heard this. Harry twirled his wand at Malfoy, and Aurora fired Crucios of her own. The little brat screamed and quivered and shook, and I watched appalled and disgusted, yet enthralled as a dark stain ruined the boy's fine clothing from the inside. He had wet himself.

"Goodbye, Malfoy," Harry said after a couple minutes. "I'll see you in Hell." And with that, both Aurora and Harry Banished Draco Malfoy. Should he fall straight to the ground, the blond might live, and I moved quickly to the ledge to watch his descent, and fought the urge to scream as Malfoy was impaled on the pointed top of one of the old castle's many turrets. The pained light died from his silver-grey eyes, and I thanked the gods for their mercy in the expeditiousness of his fall, at least.

I was too shocked to move, and caught moments later, a gust of wind blowing my cloak, exposing my legs and causing me to stumble. Harry and Aurora gazed at me for a long moment in deep thought, and I feared for my life.

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It was a long time until I understood what had transpired that night, but it only took a couple days for me to accept it. I, Nymphadora Tonks, had somehow been enthralled by Harry Potter and his power. And Aurora seemed to have been as well. Though the younger Malfoy was not a valuable player in our war, it did mark Master's first kill. Footsteps alerted me to activity outside Master's quarters, and though I was completely naked, had my wand pointed at the door, ready to kill anyone who saw something they shouldn't. But I needn't have worried, as my Master entered the room. Already my loins began to moisten, remembering his treatment of me every night. He swooped down upon me, kissing me.

"How've you been, Nymph?" he asked me. I grinned ferally.

"Just fine, Master." His eyes darkened, showing slight irritation.

"How many times have I asked you not to call me that?" he sighed. I shrugged, which is hard to do when you're chained to a bed in a doggy-style position. Another good reason to kill any unwanted guests. I moaned as two fingers slipped into me from behind.

"Oooh, don't tease, Rory!" I moaned. Aurora grinned almost as ferally as I did.

"Time to show 'Master' a good time," said Rory. The chains dropped away instantly, as her password freed me. I groaned as she removed her fingers from me, and the aches and pains of remaining in a position for hours took it's toll on my body, and I shuddered, my joints creaking.

I stood up, and Rory and I walked in tandem towards the Master. We pushed him backwards, and he fell onto the bed. Harry shared our grin before he was covered with our naked bodies, busily smothering them with light kisses.

FIN