Paralyzer

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A/N: Ok, ok, late again, but it\'s been a busy goddamn weekend, what with waiting in line for tickets to the premier of Star Trek coming out on the 8th (yes, yes I\'m a self-proclaimed trekkie, shun me as you will), then partying and celebrating with my friends afterward, discussing the pros and cons of the movie (geek = me) and then of course celebrating Mother\'s day with my various mothers and with my Blondie since I too am a Mother, and then recuperating from said celebrations (mimosas pack quite a punch when consumed in massive amounts) and then catching a cold on top of it all. So today I am homebound, nyquil\'d and ready to type! And since I got so many lovely reviews (huggles to you all!!!) there will be lovely lovely smut in this chapter. What kind of smut I hear you silently ask? Well, read and find out darlings, then go see the new Star Trek because it is worth the ten bucks of the ticket!



Chapter 12 "Stupid conniving twinkly bastard....take 2"





"Uh Helga?" Draco ventured, slowly standing. Sudden movements seemed like a bad idea around this \'muse\' or human file cabinet or whatever she was. "I think I should go back and check on Harry...make sure Ginny hasn\'t killed him."



"Huh?" Helga looked up from a book she\'d been doodling on, "Oh hey! When did you get here? Did you come to play?"



"Er no...." Draco blinked. He\'d been talking to her three seconds ago and she\'d already forgotten he was there? Jem must have been desperate to have created such a useless person. "I was just checking on you, Jem told me too," he lied, "Now I need to go back to my room, unless you need something."



"Actually, I could really use a red marker....do you know where they are?" Helga beamed, oblivious to the red pen already in her hand. Draco raised an eyebrow and pointed to it. "Woah! Neat trick!" Helga squealed in delight. "Now make it green!" He rolled his eyes and did so with a simple spell and she clapped, "Yay! You rock!" She went back to drawing and Draco crept slowly away.



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In Dumbledore\'s office, Jem was lounging across a comfy chair, Robert standing in his usual place behind her, and Dumbledore sitting more properly in his own chair facing her. "What are you suggesting we do?" He asked, leaning forward over his steepled hands. "Can\'t you simply take on another trio? The students will be coming back tonight after all, as Draco pointed out, you\'ll have your pick of easily manipulated students."



"We could, but I want them, for various reasons, none of which I have to share with you, you old coot." Jem snapped. Really, why did everyone always question her? She knew what she was doing. She tilted her head back to look at Robert who gave a miniscule shrug and roll of the eyes, shifting his weight from foot to foot and generally pretending to ignore the conversation, like a good bodyguard. but of course, Jem knew that his little shrug meant \'Go easy on him\' and the eye roll translated as \'he\'s just a stupid human\'. Jem sighed and tried again, "Look, Al darling, I appreciate your help in this so far, but I\'m afraid it simply won\'t work without those three. So please, isn\'t there something you could do? Hmmm? For me?" When in doubt, bat your eyelashes.



"Of course my dear, anything for the Head Goddess." Albus twinkled. "I have a plan."



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"Gin, love, forget the water, I don\'t need any." Harry called out and the red head came back into the room, a questioning expression on her face, and absolutely no trace of anything else. He smiled, "Come here."



“What’s wrong?” Ginny asked, worriedly hurrying back over to the bedside. Harry had a strange expression and his eyes were rather….bright. She leaned in to feel his forehead for a temperature again. Harry grabbed her wrist as she leaned close to him and with a firm but loving tug, pulled her across his lap and then pushed her down backwards onto the bed, grinning ferally. Maybe some of whatever Jem had put in his drink was still in his system or maybe he just wanted her a little bit more than he usually did, but his original intention of having sweet make-up sex was replaced by simple need for her to be naked and moaning, right now. “Harry?” Ginny asked timidly, “Are you…” but her next words were smothered by his lips crashing down hard upon her own, drawing her bottom lip between his teeth and nibbling none too gently before moving down to her throat and brushing over her exposed collarbone while urgent and impatient hands tugged at her shirt and pants before they disappeared in a wave of wandless magic.



Harry, still clothed, was smiling at her small gasp of shock when her luscious body was suddenly bared to him, and with a mischievous smirk he turned his small kisses along her neck into biting suction, marking her and making her moan loudly at the same time. “Hah,” he thought triumphantly as he pulled back and kissed the rather large bruise he’d formed, “Take that, Draco, she’s mine. Property of Harry.” Ginny didn’t let him stay distanced long though. Her arms wrapped eagerly around his shoulders and neck, threading fingers through his hair and lifting herself up to kiss him fiercely in return.



As lips, tongue and teeth clashed, Harry had a wicked idea, though he was sure the sexy red head beneath him would thoroughly enjoy it. He detached Ginny’s arms from his body and with a swift wave of his hand her arms were tethered by soft invisible bonds to the far posts of the bed. She broke their kiss, a small bit of panic showing, but he kissed her forehead gently and whispered in her ear, “Trust me, Gin.” To which she nodded, albeit a bit hesitantly, and felt his lips curve in a smile as he kissed the tender flesh beneath her earlobe before moving downwards with his kisses. Sure, Harry had held her down that one time and that had been the hottest thing ever for her, but they’d never done anything involving actual bondage…if that’s what he was doing…what WAS he doing? His mouth had kissed and bit a trail to her left breast while she thought and his tongue was swirling a pattern around the aereola, and then she understood. She desperately wanted to clench her fingers in his hair and make him take her pert nipple into his warm mouth, but she couldn’t because of the bonds, and that made her body ache deliciously with need, made the moment when his tongue quickly flicked over the hard pebble of her nipple that much more gratifying. She moaned and tried to arch into his light touch even more but couldn’t because of the bonds and because one of his strong hands was holding her down. The other was drifting in lazy, painfully slow laps from the center of her chest to just above her bikini line and she wiggled her hips in frustration every time he dipped a little lower, getting closer to but not quite touching her where she wanted his fingers most. She whimpered and moaned louder as he continued his ministrations on her breasts, moving his mouth to the other nipple and giving it the same torturously slow treatment that lit her flesh on fire more than if he’d been forceful and rushed.



“Please Harry,” she moaned, struggling uselessly again his hand and the magic bonds, “More,” she begged, “I want more,” she lifted her hips as his hand once again traveled downwards and to her infinite surprise and relief, he complied…sort of.



Cupping his hand over her mound and sliding one finger gently against the wet folds of her pussy and then up and around her throbbing clit in more teasing circles, he smirked as she wiggled and arched trying to press against more of his tormenting digits. He’d barely touched her and she was already dripping wet and burningly hot to the touch of his slowly probing fingers. When he finally slipped against her hardened and sensitive nub she practically screamed in pleasure and her legs involuntarily clamped together, trying to keep his hand in place. He smirked and sat up beside her, moving so that he was before her raised and partially closed knees, and using the hand that had been holding down her upper torso, gently pulled them apart and repositioned his body between them so she couldn’t close them again, all the while slowly stroking against the opening of her lower lips with his trapped hand. When he had her hips firmly held down under his free hand he began gently and shallowly probing inside of her while his thumb continued to circle her clit, trailing wetly around and around the bundle of nerves. His eyes were locked on her writhing whimpering form and it was with a triumphant smile at the success of his wicked thought that he lowered his mouth to hers to capture her moan when he thrust his finger deeply into her cunt, feeling the walls of her pussy throbbing and pulsing against it when he slipped in a second.



Ginny would have been quite happy if he’d continued, but after only a few deep thrusts he removed his fingers and sat back on his heels, bringing the cum covered fingers to his mouth and licking them clean, grinning at her whimpers of the loss of them and getting another brilliant idea in doing so. He shifted himself a little further down and started kissing down from her knee to her inner thigh, biting and marking her on both sides as he had marked her neck, and licking a swift trail of errant cum along her slit. She gasped when his tongue darted between her folds for a brief moment and moaned all the louder when he spread her pussy lips with his fingers and lapped greedily at the slick juices flowing from her, pushing down on her swollen clit with another finger briefly before swapping fingers with tongue and rolling it against the little nub while his fingers once more pushed deeply inside her.



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Draco, upon entering their shared front room, could plainly hear sounds of intense female pleasure coming from Harry’s room, and he could hear them quite clearly because Harry and Ginny hadn’t bothered to close the door. His first impulse was to stand in the doorway and watch until someone noticed him and they either invited him to join or finally shut the door, and it was with a regretful sigh that he decided not to push his luck on that front just yet, instead crossing swiftly and purposefully to the door of his own room, but the door wouldn’t open. He frowned and pushed on it, muttering all of the opening charms he knew which were only slightly drowned out by a scream of ecstasy from Ginny that went straight to his cock. Harry must be very talented indeed to elicit such sounds, he didn’t remember Ginny as being a screamer. He once again refused the urge to watch and went back to the front door so he could leave altogether since he obviously couldn’t take refuge in his room, but that door also refused to open! What the hell was going on?



He looked around exasperatedly for another option and saw that the door to the guest bathroom was also closed, but that didn’t stop him from jiggling the handle and trying to open it. There had to be a way out, but the only way to find out what was wrong was to ask Dumbledore. His eyes landed on the fireplace. He could firecall the old man, but Ginny and Harry might hear him over their seemingly intense fucking-session and the whole point was to avoid them finding out he was there until he was ready to play his cards and worm in an invitation. Besides, Dumbledore would undoubtedly hear the love-making sounds in the background and he wasn’t going to give the old pervert the pleasure of it since Ginny would probably be mortified if he tactlessly mentioned it. He could send a note through the floo though, so Draco hastily scribbled a letter on a spare piece of parchment and sent it to the headmaster’s office as an erotic female moan filled the suite. Ginny sounded as if she were having the best sex of her life and he didn’t really want to hear that unless he was a part of it, so he was relieved when a response came a moment later.



“Mister Malfoy, I regret to inform you that all of the doors in the school are having a slight malfunction at this particular moment. We suspect the poltergeist Peeves to be the culprit and we are working as diligently as we can to fix the problem. Rest assured that the doors will be in working order again by the time the students arrive tonight, but until then, please try to make the best of it. Perhaps now would be a splendid time for a game of exploding snap.” The note read, signed in a large flourish at the bottom, “Albus Dumbledore,” with a P.S. that said, “Perhaps Harry and Miss Weasley would enjoy playing with you as well, you should ask them.”



Draco crumpled the note with only the barest of eyebrow twitches as yet another cry of ecstasy echoed around him, followed by the sounds of Ginny pleading, begging, for Harry to fuck her. Wait a moment, all those moans were not the result of shagging? Then what the hell were they doing? Draco’s curiosity and voyeuristic guilty pleasures finally took him, since he really had no other choice, and he crept to the doorway to watch.





A/N: sorry it’s so late, but life happens ya know? Anyway, review quickly and review a lot and I will update again in a day or two, I promise!