I'm Going to Kill Ron Weasley
Author: Raine
Feedback:
runelove@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: HP-SS
Summary: Harry wants to kill Ron. The question is Why?
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They belong to J.K. Rowling. There is no intent to harm, and no infringement is intended.
XXXXXXXXXX
"Deal with it, Mate."
"You're nuts, Ron!" Harry struggled against the bulk muscle of his friend.
The red head held his friend firmly. "Don't fight, Harry. This has been coming for a long time."
"You're fucking insane!" He tried to struggle, but he was no match for Ron when it came to physical strength.
Ron just chuckled softly, while vanishing his friends clothes with a spell. As soon as they were gone, he magically bound his friends arms behind his back.
Harry squeaked and blushed a violent red. "Ron!"
"Hush. Would I ever hurt you?"
"No, but I might, if you don't let me go!"
Ron laughed this time. Carefully he bound Harry's lower legs to his thighs, and used another spell to keep them spread wide. Then he blindfolded and gagged his best friend. "If you don't thank me in the morning, you can kill me then."
XXXXXXXXXX
Severus Snape paused at his office door. The door was open just the barest crack. He hadn't left it that way. Silently he opened the door, and stepped inside. "Lumos." The room appeared to be empty, but he heard the faint rustlings and quickened breathing. "Come out, Potter. I know you're in here."
He heard a faint sound that sounded muffled and choked. The sound hadn't moved. Walking towards it, he was surprised when his booted foot suddenly came in contact with something solid. "Stand up, Mr. Potter, I can not stand simpering children." He assumed that Potter was perhaps upset about something, though why he'd come here was unfathomable.
There was only a faint sound of a harshly drawn in breath. Before he could say anything else, his fingers had reached out to pull the invisibility cloak off his victim. Only when it cleared the form, he gasped and dropped it to the ground.
There was Harry Potter. Completely bound, gagged, blindfolded, and naked Harry Potter. Severus stared at the sight, a frission of something unexpected unfurling along his spine. Between his bound arms and his back, was a sealed peice of parchment.
The boy's head...err, young man's head was lowered, his cock was hard and leaking. Running long tapered fingers over his back, he grabbed the parchment. He didn't miss the shiver that went through the slim figure. He stayed silent, as he opened the parchment, and read it quickly.
Professor Snape,
Everyone has seen the looks, the glances, and the heightened hostility between you two. Not a person has missed this by the way. So we, and by we, I mean all of Gryffindor and Slytherin. We have decided that you two need to fuck each other. As much as it takes, for you two to realize what we all have. That you two have some pretty unresolved feelings going on.
So for this, I've brought you Harry. Since we all know that neither of you would admit to what you are feeling. Perhaps this will help. Know this, though. If you hurt Harry, I will hurt you.
Ron Weasley
Sev snorted as he let the letter fall to the floor. He wasn't sure if he should be happy, upset, or pissed at the two houses. Just exactly when did the Gryffindors and Slytherins become good friends?
He spared a glance towards the bound form again. He hadn't moved, although he really couldn't anyway. He felt a surge go down his spine again. Pleasure, it had to be pleasure. Perhaps his little snakes, and the bloody valiant gryffindors had a small point. He'd like to do many things to this insolent student. Finally he spoke.
"Well, Mr. Potter, it seems as if our two houses decided we need to fuck, as Mr. Weasley crudely put it."
He heard Harry choke behind the gag, and smiled. The lithe muscular body struggled against his bonds. Sev wanted to groan. There were several ideas running through his head. Things he could do, things he even might do. After all, it was bad form to turn away a present.
"I can see that your cock agrees with them. It appears to be leaking heavily." He dropped his voice so it was nothing more than a dark whisper, as he trailed his fingers over the damp back.
The dark head swung up at that. A red stain covered his cheeks. Severus removed the soaked gag, but left the blindfold in place. He didn't miss the shiver that went through him at his touch either.
Harry swallowed a few times, before he ground out between clenched teeth, "I'm going to kill Ron Weasley".
Startled by the comment, Severus couldn't control the laughter that escaped his lips. His normal tone of voice returned. "It was decided by both of our houses. Your friend just excecuted it. They all deserve some punishment. Yet, perhaps they have a point."
"What?" Harry sounded shocked.
"Your cock is dripping, Mr. Potter. Hard, pulsing, leaking, and darkening with every word from my lips." He lowered his tone until it was deep and seductive. He saw the shudder run though the delicious body that was on the floor in front of him. "I find myself more than intrigued by this."
He watched as Harry's adams apple bob as he swallowed hard. His dark red cock also bobed it's approval over the lowered tones he used. The fact was, that a young, naked, toned, bound Harry was a very tempting delight. One he fully planned to indulge in.
XXXXXXXXXXX
Harry was trying to figure out what his Professor meant, when he heard a whispered Wingardium Levosa, and felt his body rise from the ground. He struggled not to panic. It was bad enough that he was in this situation. It was worse that his friends were right. It was humiliating that the Slytherins knew and the houses had discussed this. He was going to kill someone, and Ron Weasley was the perfect person.
He felt his body settle on a hard surface. He felt parchment crackle under his legs. Snape's desk then. His feet were hanging off the edge, which meant that his arse was fully exposed to his touch, and his gaze. He felt himself swallowing thickly again.
"I can tell you are very interested, Mr. Potter. Some reactions are very hard to hide."
There was a body behind him, very close behind him. He shivered as the dark voice spoke, puffs of air were brushed over his naked neck. Hands suddenly gripped his shoulders for a moment, before sliding down over his arms, back up over his chest, and coming to rest on his hips. Harry was glad for the blindfold. He didn't think he could watch what was going to happen.
The hands were surpisingly warm. Snape usually radiated coldness. One expected him to be cold in everything. Obviously not, as his hands seemed to scortch his skin. He gasped at the sensation.
Suddenly there was a pair of lips against his neck, lightly kissing. Harry felt his cock pulse. He was in over his head, suddenly glad for the bonds that held him. Otherwise he might drown just from the simple action.
Harry jumped a bit in surprise, as long fingers began exploring his body. They softly traced over his neck, and down his back. They stopped breifly at his arms, then slowly around to the front of his body. The hands took their time tracing every inch of his torso, then his thighs.
It took him awhile to realize that he was tingling all over, shivering from the soft touches, and breathing erratically. There was no way possible to control his reactions. The only noise in the room was the sound of his breathing, and the shifting of cloth as Snape moved.
The elegant hands found his chest again. Fingertips barely ran over the tips of his nipples, which caused them to harden further. Then they began lightly circling the tightly drawn flesh. Harry let out a harsh gasp, only to suddenly moan as the tips were suddenly pinched and tugged.
XXXXXXXXXX
Severus bit back a groan. Potter was highly responsive to the slightest of touches. Giving the taut nipples a slightly harder squeeze, he savored the moan he got. Lowering his head he lightly bit the sweat dampened neck, as he let his hands slowly drift down the firm stomach. He let one finger run firmly over the head of the deep red cock, before withdrawing it.
"I am going to bury myself in your tight hole, Mr. Potter. I am going to impale you over and over. I will not however touch that lovely cock of yours again. You will come while impaled on me, or not at all. Not, at least, until I say you can. It, and its releases belong to me."
Smiling at the sharply drawn breath, he moved away from his highly aroused student. To be honest, if he touched that lovely hardness again, the young man would blow. He wanted Harry to be aware of everything. Every touch, every thrust, every bit of pleasure that his body would receive. He didn't want him just simply floating in a haze of satisfaction, barely able to distinguish what was being done.
Moving to a shelf, he looked for a simple oil base that he used for preparing some of the more delicate ingredients. It was a very slick oil, one that would serve his purposes quite nicely. Upon finding the jar, he picked it up, turning to study Harry from a distance.
Oh how delicious he looked. Ready, needy, waiting, and wanting, his breath coming fast and harsh. How he barely contained himself. He wanted to walk over and slam himself inside fast and hard. Just to burrow in, and mindlessly take him. Yet, he couldn't. So with a barely restrained patience, he moved back over to him.
Opening the jar, he watched as Harry's head swung up at the sound. Pulling out his wand, he muttered a spell for the desk to grow to the perfect height. After putting it away, he smoothed his hand over his student's back, while he dipped his fingers into the oil.
Setting the jar on the desk near Harry's bound form, he pulled his fingers out letting the excess drip back into it for a moment. He then laid is free arm across the front of Harry's shoulders holding him firmly. The solid touch would help ground him. Moving just slightly to the side, he brought the oil drenched fingers up, and began lightly stroking them over the tight pucker.
Harry's head dropped slightly, as he sucked in a desperate breath of air. He was on fire. The fingers kept stroking over and over again. The blush on his cheeks flared as he felt his hole try to suck in the fingertip that teased it.
It was Severus' turn to give a harsh breath. His finger was being beckoned inside. The lovely little pucker was trying to devour him. Giving it what it obviously wanted, he slowly slid a finger inside. Tight heat clamped down on it eagerly.
Biting back his own groan, he set to preparing his student in earnest. Working his fingers in one at a time, stretching, lightly brushing the prostate from time to time. Each time he did, the body in front of him jolted slightly. Only to be kept in place by his arm.
He eagerly watched his own fingers disappear and slowly emerge. It was so...arousing to watch, that it took awhile for Harry's soft pleadings to reach his ears. Never let it be said he was less than focused on his task. Finally sliding his fingers out, he carefully slicked himself up.
Severus was trying to kill him. When the fingers disappeared, he actually whined a little. He wanted...needed more. Then a mouth fastened onto his neck. Hands slid along his side and chest to finally grasp his hips. In seconds there was a wide hardness sliding in, sliding deeply into his body.
His teeth bit down where neck and shoulder met. He couldn't help but moan as he was eagerly taken into hilt. Harry was tight, and clinging to his cock. Hips shifted just slightly before slowly withdrawing.
As he was impaled over and over again ever so slowly, the cock inside him in near constant contact with his prostate. Harry writhed as much as he could trying to get it to go deeper, or faster, or harder. Something to keep his nerves singing.
Severus felt short nails dig into his lower stomach. Biting the shoulder a bit harder, he drove in hard for the first time. The whole body in front of him arced in pleasure, even as the nails dug firmly into his stomach. He wasn't going to change his mind though. Harry was going to come impaled on him, he had patience.
Harry gasped as the pace suddenly changed. His professor was now giving him what he'd secretly desired for a long time. His body was being driven into hard, and he trembled with the force of it. He could feel a tingling start in the pit of his stomach. He wanted more.
Fingers dug into his hips, as he was held in position. His body open, ready and eagerly taking what it was given. He wished he could do more, but between the bonds and the strong grip, he was left to his sadistic professors mercy.
"Ready Harry?"
Sev's answer was a soft groan. Smirking he drove into the body full force, making sure to concentrate on the prostate. Harry arced again, this time nearly pulling free from his grasp. Nearly, but his grip won out, as he pulled Harry back down onto him as he drove in once more.
On the fifth hard driving thrust, the tingle started spreading from his belly to his balls. On the seventh, it was slowly working along his cock. His heavily leaking cock. On the tenth, caught by surprise he started comming hard. His whole body spasmed with his violent release.
Severus gritted his teeth and held on. The second Harry stopped coming, he released the young man's bonds. He kept a tight hold on him so he wouldn't fall. Then he pounded into the pilant form. It didn't take long. Not with the tight body gripping him still, despite the fact he came.
As he emptied himself into the willing form, he held him tightly in his arms. Unwilling to let go. As soon as he was soft, he slowly slid out. He began massaging shoulders and legs to ease the cramps from being tied for so long. Then he picked up his student, gathered the cloak and letter, then disappeared behind another door.
XXXXXXXXXX
Ron had been awake most of the night. He'd dropped a naked Harry off in Snape's office. Then nothing. Harry didn't show for dinner or for curfew. Nor did he show up later that night. Somewhere near dawn he'd fallen asleep.
When he woke up, he had no idea where he was. Or why there was a warm body laying next to him. Expecting to see Hermione, he turned his head. Only it wasn't her. Not unless she'd suddenly became a blonde and male. Suddenly awake, he sat up. He was in the middle of the great hall naked. Malfoy was laying next to him just as naked.
Swallowing hard, he finally got up the nerve to look around. Only to find the entire school, Professors included, staring at them. When the laughter started, Malfoy jerked awake. He also quickly assessed the situation. Looking at Ron, he groaned softly.
"Snape."
"Harry swore he'd kick my ass."
"Shite. I'd say this was a mental ass kicking for us both. Snape and Harry working together?"
Ron shuddered violently. "We're doomed."
"What's going on here Ron?"
"Uh... I can explain...'Mione. At least I think I can..."
"Uh huh."
Grabbing both Ron and Malfoy's ear, she drug them off the table, and through the jeering croud. They were still completely naked. They didn't see the smirking couple in the corner. They'd had an apt revenge.
Back to
Harry Potter
