Damn It Hermione

Prologue

Hermione was checking out the bulletin boards in the common room for new and exciting activities, when her eyes were suddenly caught by a notice with big bold rainbow colored text.


Bachelor Auction
The Ministry of Magic proudly announces the beginning of a new tradition. We are searching avidly for handsome young men to auction themselves off for a week of everlasting entertainment. The proceeds of this event will benefit the War Orphans. This is a good cause, please sign up! The auction itself will take place Saturday, September 23.

'It's September 17th...' She thought to herself. 'That's plenty of time to convince them!' Hermione smirked as she signed Harry and Ron's name to the sign up sheet.

Harry could feel his palms sweating as he entered the common room. Rubbing his palms on his pants nervously he made a beeline for Hermione. "Hey... Hermione...?" the poor boy sounded nervous, unsure of himself.

"Hey Harry... what's wrong?" She covered the poster with her body, hoping he wouldn't see it.

"I... I have something to tell you... and Ron... can we find a place to talk...?"

"Of course, Harry!" Hermione smiled kindly. "RONALD WEASLEY! GET YOUR ARSE IN HERE!" She bellowed much like Molly Weasley, Ron's mother.

"Wow, you sounded just like Mum there, 'Mione." Ron muttered walking down the stairs.

"Harry wants to tell us something," she nodded to her best friend, sitting regally on the edge of the couch. "Now what do you have to tell us, Harry?"

"God, did anyone ever tell you you're a Prima Donna, 'Mione?" Harry muttered with a laugh.

She rolled her eyes, "You just did."

"A prima whata?" Ron looked confused.

"Just... let it go." Harry advised with a shrug, chuckling and feeling slightly better.

"So... what's up, Harry?" Oh, god, he felt like he was going to puke. They would hate him... they'd never talk to him again... they'd think he was disgusting... they'd laugh at him...

"I... I need help." he stuttered. "I-I've been having these... unnatural... feelings..."

Ron looked confused. "What kind of feelings?"

"Feelings for... for boys..." he hung his head in shame. "I know I'm sick.... help me..."

"Sick, Harry?" Ron murmured. "Do you really think it's sick to have feelings towards the same sex? I don't know what it's like in the muggle world but here, it's not a big sin."

Hermione nodded, "Harry, just because you have feelings for boys doesn't mean it's unnatural or bad in anyway!"

"But..."

"No buts, Harry." Ron silenced him. "Besides if it were, I'd being going to hell..."

"Seriously," Hermione nodded. "Me too!"

"You... I..." Harry floundered for words for a moment before throwing himself at his friends. He tried (and failed) to hide his tears from them.

"It's okay, Harry... everything will be okay, soon you'll get used to these new feelings and you'll feel more comfortable with yourself, your body, and exploring your sexuality..." Hermione comforted him as she began to scheme. "Hey, I have an idea... we should find you a nice, older man to talk to... someone who knows what you're going through..."

Harry sniffled, "Where am I going to find an older man to take me though?"

"Well, there's always a bachelor auction..." She smiles sweetly.

Ron narrows his eyes at her, "What bachelor auction?"

"The one to benefit the war orphans held on September 23."

"And you would know about this how?"

"Well..." she blushed.

"Hermione..."

"Okay so I might have signed both of you up for it and it might be an ironclad legal contract and you might not be able to get out of it..." she mumbled.

"Hermione!" Ron and Harry squawked in unison. "How could you do this without our permission?!" Ron asked her.

"It's for a good cause... what about the children?"

"What about the children?! What about our feelings?!" Harry whispered. "What about me, 'Mione? What about Ron?! Don't we matter?!"

"Of course you do!" Hermione cried. "It's just you two don't get out and I thought this would be a good experience for you!"

"So you don't ask for our permission, and sign us up on an iron clad contract!" Ron snapped. "Hermione I thought you knew us better than that!"

"I-I'm sorry..." she sounded genuinely ashamed of herself.”I just thought it'd be a good idea..."

"It is, Hermione, but..." Harry twitched nervously. "You know how I feel about people managing my life for me... I've put up with it from Dumbledore and the Dursleys and... I just want to feel in control..." This was, of course, why he had a bad habit of cutting himself.

"Oh shit Harry... I'm so sorry, I didn't even think..."

"That's right, Hermione, you didn't think," Ron hissed. "Which is something you normally pride yourself for!"

"Ron, be nice..." Harry whispered. "It's alright."

"But..."

"It's alright, don't worry about it."

"Harry..."

"It's alright, Hermione." Harry stood to leave.

Harry was noticeably shaking by the time he got to the bathroom. He made sure to get a shower stall not easily visible from the door and locked it before throwing off his clothes and getting out his precious razor blades.

"How could she do this to me?" Harry asked the cold tile as he made shallow cuts in his thighs, where no one would notice them. He turned the water on, scalding hot, and watched in fascination as his own blood swirled in the running water, down the drain. "Just like my life..."

Suddenly the door banged open, and Draco Malfoy stepped into the room, to see Harry starring fixedly at the floor watching the blood spill from his thighs to the watery ground below.

For some reason, unknown to Harry, Draco seemed to float forward, dropping to his knees in front of Harry, eyes focused on the bleeding cuts on the boys’ thighs. He reverently touched the bleeding skin, before leaning forward to lick and suck at the abused flesh.

Harry didn't move shock evident in his eyes as he watched Draco lick and suck at his blood drenched thighs.

"Wh-what are you doing?!" Harry was taken completely by surprise, but he couldn't help moaning at the warm tongue dancing across his thighs.

"I snuck into the dorms to play a prank and smelled a feast waiting for me..." the blonde nuzzled Harry's thigh affectionately.”Mmmmm...."

"I... Ohhhh... you really shouldn't... isn't that... mmm... dangerous or s-something?" he managed to stutter out, nonetheless spreading his thighs to give the blonde more access.

"Hey Harry, what's--" Ron walked in and stared at the open shower where this odd scene was going on. "What the HELL?!"

Harry was in too much of a pleasurable state of mind to be self conscious about his position. "Oh... Ron... Draco... is... ummm..."

Draco flipped his hair back to smirk at Ron before he continued to molest the inside of Harry's thighs.

"Omigod..." Ron hissed. "He's fuckin'... shit!"
"I... I don't know what's gotten into him..." Harry said with a breathy moan. His bleeding was slowing noticeably. Draco lapped at the last slow trickles before it stopped completely.

"Thanks for dinner, let's do it again sometime." Draco smirked briefly at Harry before giving him an earth-shattering kiss and sauntering out the door.

"Harry... why were you bleeding in the first place?"

"Umm... I really don't want to talk about it, Ron." Harry whispered, looking away. "Please leave so I can finish showering.

"Harry!" Ron hissed, "I demand to know why you're bleeding."

"It's none of you're business, Ron. Please leave." Harry snapped, turning the hot water knob in the shower.

Ron finally seemed to realize just how very... naked... his best friend was. He felt his mouth go dry.

"Harry..." he whispered softly, walking towards him and getting his clothes wet but not caring.

"Wha--" Harry turned around the face the redhead just in time to be pinned against the cold tile wall as he felt Ron's mouth descend on his.


Harry's eyes were wide open as Ron plundered his lips with his own. Harry's hands wound up on Ron's shoulders not sure whether to pull him closer or push him away.

Ron wrapped his arms around Harry's tiny waist, and pulled the smaller man closer, thoroughly molesting his lips in the cold shower, pushing him up against the wall.

Finally deciding, Harry wrapped his arms around Ron's neck, and closed his eyes, allowing Ron to kiss him deeper. "Mmm...Ohhhh..."

"Mmm... Harry..." the redhead put one leg between Harry's and rubbed the raven-haired boy's crotch with his thigh.

"Ron..." Harry panted. "I-I've never..." Ron kissed him again. "I-I don't know if we should..."

"Don't worry, Harry... we'll just rub one off..." He sucked on his neck, leaving a hicky.

"Oh..." Harry murmured. "Ron..."

Ron rubbed harder against Harry's naked body, "Pull me out..."

Harry reached and undid Ron's pants with fumbling fingers, pulling out the red heads throbbing member. "Oh... Merlin, Ron...”
"You look so sexy like this, Harry..." Ron whispered in his ear as he stroked the smaller boy's cock. "You're so fucking hot... and then when you said you like boys... I knew I had to have you..."

"Shut up... and touch me..." Harry managed to pant out.

"Your wish is my command." Ron smirked, stroking his cock harder


"Ahhh... yes! Ron!" Harry moaned.

"Me, too, Ri!"

"I-I'm gonna cum..." Ron panted. Harry sped up his strokes and Ron followed. Both of them exploded at the same time.

"That was... intense." Harry seemed dazed and slightly out of it.

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AN: So what do you think?? FYI this was written in collaboration with Alexis, the author I started to write "Love I Don't Want You to Know" with. That story however is paused as we have no idea where to go with it... Please review? Pretty please?