Fairy Tales

WE SURVIVED HURRICANE IVAN!!!

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Also, because I know that you have forgotten…I need a BETA!!!! BAD!!!!! HELP!!!! Wages are negotiable.

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“What?! This boy flips you up and doubles you and you don’t even know his name?” shouted Ron.

Hermione was trying desperately to cover herself. The full scene of the situation had come to her and she was quite aware of her nakedness.

Brandon reached up and slowly massaged one of her breast, giving her a erotic grin, he stated towards Ron’s direction, however looking in Miss Granger’s eyes, “She was a little preoccupied, I have no fear that now she would like to know me better.”

Hermione could feel herself being sucked into his eyes again. Professor Snape grabbed his son by the tuff of the hair and pulled him up off the floor, spelling clothes onto the two. Holding Brandon by the hair, Severus guided his head around to where they were almost nose to nose. Severus took several deep breaths to calm himself before he spoke.

“I thought I made it perfectly clear” he whispered through clenched teeth, “that you were to leave my students out of your appetites. You need to control this! What have I been telling you for the last few weeks? You are drawing attention to yourself; did you not learn anything from your bout with the Hunter?”

“Yes, Father.”

“You will NOT and I repeat NOT lay a hand on Miss Granger’s person again.”

“But, Father, I saw her in Draco’s head…she looked so lovely splayed out above him…she is a muggle born…and a witch”, he said with so much enthusiasm and glee that Harry and Ron looked at one another. “You told me to find a witch. You said that she could handle it. I know this one can, besides that, she taste’s lovely.”

Ron and Harry cringed. “I am not hearing about how Mione tastes, am I? Tell me this is a bad dream” said Harry.

“Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger hate one another. Certain sexual tensions usually go along with people of extreme forms of feelings…hate included. I don’t care if the insufferable know-it-all is the last muggle-witch on earth, she will never join your bed, and I refuse! Merlin, my life as gone to hell over the past few hours! You with your tongue stuck in my students’ ass, Bethey drooling over Potter and your mother, the insufferable wench that she can be, telling me that this house gives her the creeps! Imagine, the woman I found living in the most gothic castle in all of America but it’s the purebloods of England that creep her out!! Miss Granger’s cunt is off limits, do you understand? Do you feel me, son? Would you like me to make your life just as miserable as you have made mine this holiday?” Severus let go of his son’s hair, Brandon bowed his head and ran his hand along the nape of his neck to soothe the place where his father had grabbed him.

“Yes, Father”, Brandon stated, defeated.

Hermione shot a look of pure hatred towards her Professor.

“Oh, do calm your feelings, you silly girl, it is only because I refuse to have Potter and the Weasl—ly, at my dinner table.”

“Draco Malfoy—You FUCKED THE FERRETT?” laughed Ron.

“Shocking afternoon”, stated Remus

“Yeah, nice tits though”, added Sirius.

The men all turned to him and gaped; Hermione covered herself with her arms even though Professor Snape had returned her clothes.

“WHAT?!!” asked Sirius. “You haven’t been in Azcaban for twelve years! That was one hell of a show.”

“I did not FU- do that with Malfoy” Hermione spat.

“Oh, love, my sight does not lie…he had very beautiful memories of you against the dungeon wall” retorted Brandon.

“Maybe, but we did not have…relations. I am still a virgin.”

“Barely!” cried Harry.

Hermione let of a scream that sounded as if someone had stuck her with a hot knife. All of the men jumped, except, of course, for Snape and Brandon, they just looked bored. She turned and ran from the room.

“She did Malfoy, uh, how could she?” Ron was disgusted.

“Come now Mr. Weasley, we all satisfy our baser needs on people we do not care for, just last month I caught you and Miss Parkinson atop the Astronomy Tower in a naked tangle of legs and arms” stated Snape.

“Pansy”, Harry laughed. “You and Pansy?”

“Do I need to remind you, Mr. Potter, of the knot of girls that you were caught with? I had the pleasure of finding the-boy-who-lived-to-blow-up-my-classroom-and-be-the-bane-of-my-teaching-career in a compromising position with half of the Ravenclaw girls of his year. It was rather nice to see that Sandy Epson actually was a girl, though.”

“I thought Neville was the one you hated most”, stated Ron.

“No”, said Harry, “he has a special place for me.”

Remus and Sirius both looked at Harry and said “Do we need to have a talk?”

Harry started laughing, “No, I am from the muggle world where you catch diseases that kill you from having sex, all I have to worry about here is pregnancy, I really don’t want babies….Madam Pompery supplies the cure for that. Besides, that Hermione taught me and Ron a real cool spell for infertility, it kills all the—you know.”

“I Supply the Cure for That, Potter”, bellowed Snape quite pompously.

“Certainly, Professor, my apologies.”

Sirius sighed, “To be young again…”

“You really need to get laid, Black” announced Snape as he pushed passed the group of men standing in the doorway. “Brandon, do not make me have a repeat performance of this conversation.”

“That man is…so…” started Brandon

”Infuriating?” said Sirius

“Hateful?” said Harry.

“Evil?” spat Ron.

“You are aware that he gave me life, correct?” Brandon asked as his eyes for the first time came to rest upon Remus Lupin. Brandon took a moment to take in the man that was standing before him. He sniffed. Remus was somewhat taken aback. Sirius, Harry and Ron looked to Remus as if to ask ‘what’s up?’ Remus held out a hand and stated calmly, “It’s o.k., he has just picked up on my sent. It will be alright.”

Brandon started to pace back and forth in front of him. “You are a wolf.” Brandon stated with somewhat of a growl.

“Yes, I was bitten when I was very small. I am no enemy to you; your father makes sure that I stay non-dangerous. He supplies me with the Wolfsbane potion. I will not attack.

“I am unafraid of you, I just want to know, what clan are you from?”

“Clan? I never joined a clan of werewolves. My mother and father were muggle and wizard. Not until I was well older did I even know that there was such thing.”

Brandon was breathing heavily. Bethey came running in and bounced into her brother’s arms.

“I thought I had lost you” she cried. She could feel his rapid breath and turned towards the men that she had bypassed to reach her brother. “Hello, Remus. Brandon, this is Remus, he’s a wolf. He took me hunting last night. I had so much fun. Then he told me all about father as a young one. He needs to stop yelling at you all the time, he did the same things.”

Brandon’s eyes never left Remus’; slowly he bowed his head to the wolf. Remus returned the honor.

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Lucius Malfoy had a long evening and he was mad about it too. It had taken him quite some time to locate his son within the muggle bar that he was found in. It took more time to unwrap him from the confines of a muggle girls arms on the dance floor at said bar, and lastly, he had spent the wee hours of the morning explaining why it was not alright for a Malfoy to bang muggles, but that it was alright to have a Mudblood as a slave.

Lucius had stepped back from the situation and allowed Draco to defend himself somewhat. “I was with muggles when I visited Brandon, you knew, and never said a word.” Lucius knew that he should have approached the situation while at Severus’ however, he explained to Draco that Brandon’s situation was entirely different and he, Draco, would not sully himself with such women.

Draco had beenmantmant about just ‘blowing off steam’ and Lucius had informed him that there were kept women among the Manor that we there for his every whim. Lucius had been somewhat surprised that Draco did not want to entertain the women that he, himself, took his own aggressions out on.

“Then we will find one of your very own. I will not have my son wandering the streets of muggle London, good gracious, what would my colleagues think? We have to maintain authority and respect. We will find your own servant in the morning.”

Draco sighed, “Can I pick her out on my own, Fath—ooh…”

Draco was holding his side; he closed his eyes plo plopped into a nearby chair. “Ohh, yes…gods, that is wonderful…”

“What are you rambling about?”

“Echo Dolohov…we had a small tiff; she was upset with my exploits at school and forbid me to have any type of relations with other girls. I hit her with a hex that has definitely been useful…she is pleasuring herself to the thought of me…I can feel her doing it.”

“You cursed Antonin’s daughter? Are you mad?” spat Lucius.

“Trust me when I tell you that see deserved it. Man, she is getting good at this.”

“What spell did you use…tell me that it was not a conjoining spell.”

“No, it wasn’t…it was just a hex to let me know if she strayed…she was threatening too; I will not have a wife that has already been taken. I know every move she makes now, if it is her own hand or another’s…”

Lucius sat down and rest his head in his hands; “Go to bed, son…we will talk more in the daylight.”

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Lucius climbed the stairs to the chamber that he and Narcissa shared. As he reached for the doorknob, he changed his mind about going in. Turning and taking long strides to the opposite side of the Manor, he chose the door on the left. Opening it, he saw a young witch of 23, she was naked and sleeping. Irritated that she had not anticipated his arrival, he woke her with a smack on her bottom. The girl jumped, as she caught sight of Lucius said aid softly, “What does my Master require this evening?”

“Undress me”, Lucius smiled…”with your teeth…”

The girl went to work, she slowly went down to her knees and grabbed his shoelaces within her mouth, tugging them to release them, and she nudged them off with her chin. Slowly she made her way to his trousers; the bulge that resided there was grazed over by her mouth as she looked for the zipper, pulling it down then proceeding to unbutton them with the skill she had acquired since coming to live with Master Malfoy. Pushing off her pants and underwear, she raised to his chest and make quick removal of his shirt.

“Now, child, please me with your mouth, be careful of your teeth, a little grazing is alright, but mind with the biting.”

She lowered herself to the floor and attempted to take him into her mouth, he was rather large and she had to wet her lips in order for him to slide in, even then, she had to repeat the action in order to get most of his cock into her mouth. After several minutes of adjusting herself in order to accommodate him, she felt the fall of a leather whip onto her backside. She cried out and he hit her again.

“Work faster, darling, suck me, do not forget my balls…yes, that is it....” He let the whip fall again and again. Soon, he removed himself from her mouth and placed her body over a horse that he had just for this purpose. Her head was nearing the ground, her breast were hanging towards her chin, she was turned over to where her bottom was in the air at waist height for him and her legs were dangling above the ground. Lucuis stepped between her legs and pulled them apart, spelling them to stay where he put them. He placed a finger between her legs, she was wet…he brought the finger up to his nose and inhaled her sent. Grasping a wooden paddle he began to spank her, with each stroke of the paddle her whimpers increased, her breast jiggled up and down and her pussy became wetter. He continued to spank her. She was crying now, moaning because of her sore bottom. Lucius leaned over and spoke into her ear, “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, Master, your paddle feels wonderful”, she chocked

Lucius took the girls hip and slanted them upward towards the ceiling; he raised his paddle and slammed into the center of her legs, slapping against her most precious gifts. The girls screamed, Lucius smiled an evil grin, removed her from the horse and placed her on the floor, “suck”, was all her said to her.

As she hungrily gobbled his penis into her mouth he moaned in delight. Grabbing her by the back of her head, wrapping his fingers into her hair, he forced her to take him deeper than she felt she could, gagging and crying, he withdrew her face from his crotch and looked her in the eyes. Her blue eyes were red and swollen from her tears, he mouth was swollen from the torture that he had been putting it through, slowly he raised a hand to cup her face, “You are beautiful when you are crying…just lovely…my child…”, he brought his hand down quickly, striking her across her face. She cried out and he hit her again, and again and again. Picking her up he spelled chains that hung from the ceiling, attaching her arms in the thick, metooksooks then bringing her legs up and sandwiching her body together, he hung her legs at the same point as her hands. She cryicrying intensely now, she had heard what he did to women in this position. He stepped back away from her and ran his fingers up her wet slit, taking her nub into his fingers and roughly twisting it. She felt the slap of his hand against her clit and flinched. Next, he found his whip and began to spank her with it, he took the leather handle that was wrapped with a leather grip string and forced it into her wet hole. Lapping at her juice as it flowed out of her body, he continued to spank her, twist her, and pinch her tender nipples. She was in agony. Wishing that all this would finally end, she started to plead with him. He took no pity on her, just hit her harder, twisted her clit harder, and spanked at her pussy harder. He was drawing blood from her bottom. It was rolling down what used to be her smooth ass, now covered with whelps and lash marks.

Letting her loose he threw her on the bed; with one strong movement he entered her, pounding her until he spilled his seed into her. As he finished, he removed himself from her body, spelled his clothing back onto his body, turned and left the room.


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Special Thanks to Anne Rice and her book The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty for the bondage scene. If you have never read it, truly it is a literary classic…kidding…but it will curl your toes.

By the way, because I have not mentioned it lately, I do not own these characters…


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