Damn It Hermione

Chapter One

"Our third bachelor is Ronald Weasley, Harry Potters red haired freckled best friend." Ron mocked sarcasm evident in his voice.

"And last but certainly not least the wonder boy himself. Saved us from the Dark Lord he did! Harry Potter!!!" Harry replied, looking equally pissed off.

"Guys... good news and bad news!" Hermione burst with a shout.

"What news?" Harry and Ron exclaimed together.

"The good news is, you guys brought in a ton of money and you have made a huge difference in the lives of these children." Hermione started. Ron glared at her warningly.

"And the bad news is..."

"This money came from the Malfoys." She held up her hand to stop them. "You guys, these kids really need this money! It's only for a week! Harry, you were bought by Lucius and Ron you were bought by Draco."

"Malfoy..." Ron narrowed his eyes. "Why the fuck would they buy us?!"

"I wonder if it has anything to do with that shower incident, Ron." Harry whispered.

"I should hope not!" Ron exclaimed.

"What shower incident?"

Harry blushed, "Nothing, Hermione."

"Tell me dammit!"

"Well..." Harry and Ron looked at each other before Ron decided to just lay his ass off. "There may have been some... experimentation... with Malfoy..."

Hermione did an excellent impression of a fish.”You..."

"I-I just wanted to know what it was like." Harry chewed his lip. He still felt nervous about being rejected for his queerness.

"Its okay, Harry, I won't judge you... I'm just surprised at... well, Malfoy."

Harry blushed, "I was too... but he offered and I..."

"He accepted, shit happens, can we change the subject, 'Mione?" Ron hissed, getting jealous over Malfoy.

”Of course..." Hermione smiled. "The Malfoy's should be here soon to collect the both of you. I trust you will both behave."

"We don't have a choice, do we, 'Mione?" Harry whispered with a sigh.

"I'm sorry, Harry." She gave him a hug. "All will be well, I promise."

"What about me?!" Ron exclaimed.

"For you too, Ron." She hugged him as well.


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"Roooon..." Harry whimpered pitifully as the ministry limo drove them to Malfoy Manor. "I'm scared..."

"Don't worry, sweetie." Ron said as he huggled him, unable to resist feeling protective of the smaller, more innocent Harry. "I won't let them hurt you... and it says in the contract they can't do anything against your will, including impair your ability to think... you'll be just fine, I'll be here the whole time."

”O-Okay... but... Mr. Malfoy has always been so mean to me... what if he just wants to humiliate me in front of everyone?"

"I won't let him do that, babes," Ron murmured. "If I can't stop them, I'll join you so it won't be as difficult for you."

"Ron..." Harry with tear-filled eyes looked up at Ron, his bottom lip trembling.

Ron smiles confidently down at his friend, before leaning to capture the pale pink lips in a deep kiss.

"Roooon..." Harry whimpered softly as the redhead's lips danced with his.

"I've got you." Ron soothed him as he introduced his tongue into the kiss. He felt himself harden as Harry moaned softly.

"My, my. Isn't this an interesting development?" The voice of Lucius Malfoy sent a chill down Harry's spine. He turned around to see that they had stopped and the door to the limo was open.

Ron pushed Harry behind him protectively from the elder Malfoy's piercing gaze. "Malfoy."

"Please get out of the limo gentlemen. Draco is awaiting us in the Drawing Room." Lucius smirked, and stepped aside to let the two boys leave the car.

Harry clutched Ron's hand like a lifeline as they exited the vehicle. He refused to meet the elder Malfoy's gaze as they passed him to enter the large mansion.

"You can relax, Mister Potter. I'm not going to do anything to you." Harry could actually hear the smirk in the voice of that smug bastard. He just clutched at Ron's hand harder.

"Nice to see you again, Potter." The younger Malfoy greeted as Harry walking into the drawing room. "Thank you again for last week." He smirked, showing off his...very pointy... teeth.

Harry blushes, "I don't know what you're talking about, Malfoy."

"You know what I'm talking about, don't you, Weasley?"

Ron glared, but refused to speak.

"Why are you doing this to us?" Harry whispered, obviously very embarrassed.

”Because you fascinate us." Lucius replied simply.

”But... why? I'm nothing special." The funniest part, Ron thought to himself, was that Harry actually believed that.

"Well, I happen to know you're absolutely scrumptious." There was that damn smirk again. "And my father happens to have a soft spot for pretty, damaged little boys."

"I... I'm not!" Harry gasped.

"You have yet to tell us what we are here for." Ron hissed.

"You're a pretty tasty morsel as well, Weasley," Draco murmured.

"Stuff it, Malfoy." Ron sneered.

The blonde boy smirked at him. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Keep your cock in your pants."

"As for what you're here for, Mr. Weasley," Lucius commented, with a smile showing off his pointy teeth as well. "We are in need of a certain type of... let's say person shall we. It's taken us quiet a while to discover Mr. Potter's as well as your blood type. You are perfect... matches!"

"What are you talking about?" Harry whispered.

"We are creatures of picky natures, and they aren't easily satisfied." Draco murmured.

"What the fuck are you?" Ron growled.

"Language, Mr. Weasley, language." Lucius smirked.
"That's not an answer." Ron persisted.

"Ron, calm down, please..." Harry tugged on his sleeve. Ron turned to face him and felt bad when he saw tears in the smaller boys’ eyes. Harry hated it when people fought.

"I'm sorry, Harry." Ron squeezed his hand in comfort. "I just want to know what's going on."



"I know me too, but... I don't think they are going to tell us anything." Harry murmured, speaking as though the Malfoy's weren't in the room.

"Harry..."

"Please, Ron, let's just get this week over with, then we can go back to our normal lives. Please?" Pleading green eyes met concerned hazel eyes.

"If that's what you wish," Ron replied, earning a smile from the smaller boy.

Someone coughed in the background. "We are still here you know, Weasley, Potter," Draco hissed childishly.

"I-I'm sorry..." Harry sounded distressed. "I didn't mean to be so rude..." he hung his head in shame.

"Harry, don't worry, it's just Malfoy..." Ron tried to comfort him.

Ron could feel Harry trembling. "Aunt Petunia says it's bad to be rude... and bad boys have to be punished..."

Lucius whisked Harry away from Ron, and said in an almost kind voice, "Harry, do you feel like you've been a bad boy?"

Draco hurriedly did something to keep Ron from exploding; he pulled the auburn haired man into a deep slightly awkward kiss.

"Aunt Petunia..."

"No, Harry," Lucius murmured. "We are not talking about Aunt Petunia. We are talking about you; do you think you've been bad?"

"I’ve been rude... I've been bad," Harry whispered, near sobbing.

"Do you think you should be punished?" Lucius petted Harry's hair gently.

"Yes... bad boys have to be punished." He was trembling in fear.

"And how do you think you should be punished, pet?" Lucius was clearly trying to get information about Harry's home life.

"W-with the whip... or, or the hot poker thing..." here he started trembling harder, sobbing.”Or Th-the sex..."

Lucius was appalled how could anyone treat a child like that.

Ron was sucked so deeply into his kiss with Malfoy that he forgot that it was Malfoy who was kissing him.

"The sex, pet," Lucius murmured. "How often were you punished with the sex, pet?"

"I-I don't know... a few times a week."

"When did it start, pet?" Lucius asked as he stroked his back. "Did anyone else ever do it with you?"

"Th-the first I remember I was four... I think it started before then..." Lucius dearly wanted to kill those fucking muggles. "Sometimes Uncle's friends join him." He told Lucius softly.

Draco pulled away from Ron to look at his father, who was holding Harry comfortingly, only to have Ron shove him away. He turned to look back at the fiery haired boy. "Ron."

Ron was in complete shock, first Malfoy kissed him. Second, his best friend with benefits was sitting in the lap of the right hand man of he-who-must-not...oh, screw it, Voldemort. He's brain was in overload, and he exploded with,”WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!"

Harry jumped, his body shaking even more at the shouting, and he was rocking slightly whispering to himself, "Bad boy, bad boy... angry at bad boy... bad boy needs to be punished... must... bad bad bad..."

"Shhh... Calm down, pet, nobody's going to do anything to you..."

Draco smacked Ron on the back of the head. "You fucking idiot, you're making it worse. Come on." He dragged Ron out of the room to let his father deal with the boy-who-lived. His father had a gift in dealing with wounded creatures.

"Its okay, Harry... can you look at me, pet? Can you tell me where you are??"


Harry looked around the ornate room with blank eyes, and replied, "I'm in the basement... are you going to tie me up to punish me?" Looking almost happy about the imaginary punishment.

"Harry, we're not going to punish you, but you need to come back." Lucius whispered. "Do you know who I am?"

The soft voice threw the pale boy off, his eyes squinted, and he murmured, "Not Uncle Vernon?"

"No, Harry, pet, not Uncle Vernon."

"Where's Uncle Vernon?" he seemed so confused. "Did he give me to you? Does Uncle not want me anymore?" Tears welled up in his gorgeous green eyes.

Lucius soothed him. "No, no, pet... your uncle is a bad man; you're not going back to him... no more punishments, sweetie... I want to treat you like a prince... what do you want, pet? Do you want some ice cream? Pie? Cookies?" Bribing boys with sugar always worked, in Lucius' experience.

"Uncle Vernon says I'm not allowed to have any of those." He admired the floor. "Once Ron gave me part of his cookie... i-it was really yummy and..." his voice got really low, like he was telling a deep dark secret. "I wanted more..."

"And you can have more, baby." Lucius whispered. "You're not with your uncle anymore, and you're free to eat cookies and ice cream if you want."

"I... can have cookies??" Harry whispered. "...and what's ice cream?"

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AN: yay two chappies one day... well it is the first post... teehee... please review and let us know what you think!!