Paralyzer

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A/N: Hello all! Look! An update that’s (pretty much) on time! Crazy ain’t it? And the moment we’ve all been waiting for….yes, that’s right….this chapter WILL have………………..zombie bunnies!!! …..Just kidding…..or am I? Muwahahahaha.



Chapter 13 “Bendy flexy twisty fun?”



Before we follow the adventures of Draco as he spies on the love-making escapades of Harry and Ginny, let us check in on Jem, Bob and Helga. After leaving Dumbledore’s office, Jem and Robert took themselves directly to the library to find Helga curled up on top of the table sleeping surrounded by all of her pretty pictures. “zzzzzz…..no……don’t do that Johnny, it tickles…..hehehe……what’s that Chris? Whip cream? How naughty……zzzzzz…” she mumbled in her sleep between snores.



Robert sighed and went to shake her awake before he had to listen to anymore of her possibly erotic dreams; it was hard to tell with Helga. Jem reached out and stopped him though, shaking her head, “Let her sleep,” she whispered, “It’s better if she doesn’t hear us talking about certain things…”



“Yeah, because she can’t keep her big mouth shut.” Robert grumbled but he stopped in his tracks as he always would if Jem asked him to.



“That’s not her fault and you know it.” Jem pointed out with a sigh, “She can’t help the way I made her anymore than you can help the fact that you really do love her as much as you love me.”



“Do not.” Robert muttered, looking away from the goddess and staring at the sleeping, snoring, mumbling muse. “She’s annoying, a pain in the ass, she’s stupid and hyper active and a health hazard.”



“And our lives would be extremely hollow and empty without her.” Jem finished for him, patting his arm. “Admit it, you would bored to tears if you didn’t have to keep one eye on her at all times so she doesn’t stick her finger in a light socket again.”



“Regardless Jem, it’s disturbing that after sticking it in the first time she doesn’t have enough common sense not to do it again.” Robert said and steered Jem over to a pair of chairs not too far away from the sleeping third member of their group and, as usual, took the one facing Helga since sadly neither of them was kidding about Helga’s tendency to stick body parts in electrical outlets and it DID fall to him to keep her safe. He wasn’t Jem’s bodyguard so much as he was Helga’s, but he was keeping her safe from herself and he was keeping Jem safe from….others. He sighed and looked over at Jem who was studying her nails, seemingly unworried about their situation. “Jem? Your nails are immaculate, they always will be immaculate because they are painted on with magic not nail polish, so stop pretending to check them for cracks and tell me what you’re worried about. The old man said he had a plan didn’t he?”



“Yes,” Jem sighed and dropped her hand in her lap, rolling her eyes and glaring at him for catching her in the act. She forgot sometimes that she couldn’t hide anything from him by acting human because he knew better. “He has a plan but it’s not going to work all by itself and we only have a few hours before your sister’s spy shows up.”



“She’s not a spy, she’s a referee, to make sure you don’t do exactly what it is you’ve been doing the last two days.”



“Doing? Why whatever do you mean? I’ve been following all of the rules!” Jem huffed indignantly.



“You have not. You are supposed to find a group that already exists, not make one out of the three people you think would look best fucking each other, and you’re supposed to test their relationship in normal ways that most couples go through not meddle with it magically, AND you’re supposed to keep the whole thing a secret from the three you’re using NOT blab about being a goddess to every damned person who asks.” He ticked the points off on his fingers exasperatedly. “What happened to ‘all the possibilities’? Why are you so bent on those three? And so help me Jem if you say it’s because you think they look hot together….” He paused and watched her bite her lip and shrug, “Oh Jem, no….”



“What? They do! And if we’re going to have to watch every stage of a developing relationship then I want the people I’m watching to look good together!” Jem protested. “Besides that….those three are totally made for each other. I can feel it. I AM the goddess of love you know. Don’t you trust me?” Robert simply raised his eyebrows and looked pointedly over her shoulder at Helga. “Right….don’t answer that….Anyway, what I told Dumby back in his office goes for you too, I have lots of reasons for wanting them, and it really, really won’t work without them, and it’s not up to you to question me!” she snapped, finally frustrated.



“Then whose job is it Jem?” He asked quietly, reaching out and grabbing one of her gesturing hands. “Is it Helga’s? Because if it were her job she’d probably forget what the question was before you even answered it. Just because you’re the Head Goddess now and have taken Mother’s place doesn’t mean that everyone should let you do whatever you want regardless of consequences. Someone has to make you stop and look at what you’re doing from time to time.” He gently squeezed her fingers then released them and settled back again when she looked properly abashed. “Are you really, absolutely, one hundred percent sure that you want to commit to those three?”



“Yes, absolutely.” Jem nodded, “They’re right, I can feel it, but I don’t think they’ll seal the deal in time if I don’t give them a little push here and there.”



“Well then you better push soon before the ref gets here and calls you out for cheating. And remember your promise to Harry and Draco. You won’t do anything to them without warning them first.” Robert reminded her with a small pointed glance.



“I know, I know, a goddess can’t break her promises….”Jem smiled wickedly, “But she can bend them….”



Over on the table, Helga woke up, rubbed her eyes and mumbled, “Bendy flexy twisty fun? Is it Twister?”



Jem smiled and stood, “No, it’s not twister Helga, it’s even better. Hand me a piece of paper would you darling?”



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As Draco stealthily tread up to the open door, a folded note silently appeared on the table. The note, written in a tight, spikey, silver script read “Dearest Draco, you’re only young once, you should enjoy it while you can, and I would like to help you do that. That is why at exactly 11:45 AM, a simple and extremely temporary lust spell will be placed on everyone inside your rooms. I hope this lifts your day considerably and swells your hearts with good feelings towards your fellow man. Sincerely yours, Jemania D.” Of course, he never saw this note because the table was behind him, but that couldn’t possibly be considered her fault now could it? The minute hand slowly inched upwards and throughout the school clocks chimed in at a quarter-to, but Draco didn’t hear them (and he didn’t see the killer invisible blue zombie bunnies either…but then, they ARE invisible).



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Harry was thoroughly enjoying his little game of teasing Ginny alternately with tongue and fingers, bringing her close to the edge or what was sure to be a mind-numbingly good orgasm and then backing off and placing kisses along her thigh or stomach. Ginny was enjoying it as well, he was sure, judging from her moaning and squealing and squirming under his touch, and just as he had intended she soon started to alternately beg for more and curse him for still being dressed. Well, there was certainly no reason why he should still have his pants on, it was true, so he lifted himself up from his comfortable position between her widely spread legs and tugged them off then pulled his shirt off over his head.



When the thin layer of fabric had passed his eyes Harry froze and a quick flurry of emotions crossed his face that Ginny, breathing hard below him, did not understand. First was anger, then a bright flush of embarrassment and then his eyes glazed over for a moment and his face was filled pure and absolute animalistic lust. Ginny felt her own need rise even more at the same time and took advantage of the fact that his hands were no longer holding her down to wrap her legs around his waist and pull him closer. He made a small motion with his hands, and she felt the bonds on her wrists vanish so she sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck again kissing him with a great deal more need then she’d believed possible and holding on tightly to keep herself on his lap as she ground wantonly against him.



He was still for the briefest of moments but then he tore his eyes from their spot just over her shoulder and began to return her kisses earnestly, grabbing her breasts and her ass….wait a moment…how could there be two hands on her breasts and two hands on her ass at the same time? And weren’t the fingers pinching her nipples in the wrong position? She broke away from Harry with a gasp, looking between their bodies at the pale hands squeezing her tits, hands that were not Harry’s, and reached one hand backwards to feel a firm smooth male chest and lower down a passingly familiar hard cock that was also not Harry’s. She twisted her upper torso to see just who it was that was so expertly fondling her.



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Draco stood in the doorway, smirking appreciatively at the sight. Ginny was spread out on the bed and it appeared her hands were locked in place, her lovely large tits were jiggling as she squirmed and rocked and arched while an oddly still clothed Harry was lapping at her clitoris. So, it was as Draco suspected and Harry was indeed very talented. What he wouldn’t give to have that tongue working on HIM right now. His pants were beginning to be unbearably tight, but he couldn’t release his throbbing erection just yet. Harry would probably not be turned on by Draco standing there masturbating while watching them, and this way he could just put on a knowing smirk and be kicked out without burning too many bridges.



Harry rose from between Ginny’s legs, licking his lips as he finally disrobed himself and Draco knew it was just a matter of seconds before he was discovered. Sure enough, as soon as Harry had pulled his shirt over his head he saw Draco standing there, and he did not look happy. Then he blushed bright red, confirming, at least to Draco’s mind, that Harry wanted him and then the strangest thing happened. Harry’s eyes darkened in the same lustful way Draco had seen last night while he was sucking the Gryffindor off and he crooked his fingers in a clear ‘come hither’ invitation at the same time he released Ginny’s invisible ropes. Well, well, well.



Draco didn’t need to be asked twice, that was certain, and sometimes he didn’t even need to be asked once, but asked he was, so he shed his clothes and crossed the room, enjoying the way Harry watched him do it. He knew Ginny had no clue of his presence because she was so into her assault on Harry’s lips, and her gasp when he scooted closer and slid his hands between hers and Harry’s bodies to cup her bouncing breasts made him groan, but not so much as when her hand reached backwards and slid down his pecs and onto his stiff dick. She twisted slightly in Harry’s grasp and he wasted no time in lifting a hand to her chin and claiming her kiss swollen lips, letting his other drift down to her clit as her hips stilled in their motions against Harry’s cock when Harry bent his head to capture her abandoned nipple in his mouth.



Ginny moaned and her tentative light touch on Draco’s cock tightened. She started to slowly pump her hand, brushing her thumb over his leaking tip and smearing the small pit of pre-cum and rocking against his hand on her clit, sliding against Harry’s cum slickened cock as she did until with a sudden swift move Harry lifted her hips and impaled her on it at last. She broke the kiss with Draco with a small cry of surprise and pleasure and then watched as Draco reached across her and grabbed the back of Harry’s neck, sandwiching her even more firmly between the two boys, and proceeded to kiss Harry instead. She bit back a small moan as she watched Draco’s tongue swipe across Harry’s lower lip before sucking on it, and she licked her own lips when Harry growled and bit Draco’s. Watching them fight for dominance with each other while Harry’s cock moved inside her and Draco’s fingers circled her clit was too much, and she’d been building up to orgasm for too long.



It was her scream of release and the stilling of her hand on his cock when she came that made Draco stop attacking Harry’s mouth and he watched the pleasure flicker over Harry’s face as Ginny’s inner walls clamped around him, but he himself had not been satisfied yet so he was not going to let Harry finish just yet. He quickly wrapped his arm around Ginny’s waist and pulled her backwards and off Harry’s cock before the contractions of her orgasm could send the dark haired boy over the edge as well, and with a move that belied much practice used his other hand to align his erection with her pulsating wet entrance then thrust up into her. She fell forward onto her hands with a small cry, arching up and looking over her shoulder as he continued to thrust into her.



Harry was staring at him too, and beneath the thin veneer of lust was anger again. He started to rise up onto his knees, no doubt to tackle Draco off of her, but Ginny must have thought it was for another reason because now Harry’s cock was directly in front of her face, so she reached out and took his slickened cock into her mouth, tasting her own orgasm on him and putting all thoughts of anything except pleasure from Harry’s mind as her tongue swirled and savored their mingled cum with a moan of delight.



A/N: Sexy cliff hanger neh? Review a lot and there will be more, more, more!!! What’s that lassie? Killer invisible blue zombie bunnies are attacking a plane? Oh no!