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Harry’s immediate thought was to run away before they could curse him too, but there was no way his Gryffindor courage was going to abandon Draco and left at the mercy of these bullies.



The three older boy’s slid to a stop in front of where Harry was standing, trembling slightly. He didn’t move or even make a sound when Marcus’ big meaty hands grabbed him, picking him up around the waist with one and coving his mouth with the other.



“Take care of that one for a while,” Marcus grunted gruffly. “Me and Potter here are going to have some fun…”



At hearing those words, Harry began to struggle for all he was worth. He was going to be left alone with the Slytherin, Draco was being taken away. The two other boys laughed at his distress.



Draco was picked up and dragging away with an arm in each bullies hand while Harry was gripped tighter and carried off in the other direction. He tried to struggle again, or even call out for help, but Flint was doing a good job keeping him quiet and restrained.



Flint took Harry through a number of corridors, up stairs, through secret passages, until they reached a deserted and dusty classroom. Harry was set down on his feet but Flint refused to let the smaller boy go, just incase he decided to run. One of Flint’s hands crept up to Harry’s neck, caressing his skin before brutally ripping the white shirt and exposing the smaller boy’s shoulder. His tie slipped free of the collar and Harry whimpered as Flint now used both hands to pull the shirt and his robe down and off his shoulders.



With the tie now sitting on Harry’s bare neck, he remained frozen in place while Flint pulled his shirt and robe off in one quick movement, leaving Harry standing there half naked. Large hands then slid around his waist pulling him flush with the much larger body behind him. Harry whimpered at the unwanted sensation, but refused to do anything that could possible anger the Slytherin behind him.



The hands continued to make their way around his waist, down his stomach and stopped at his crotch. Silent tears were now rolling over his cheeks and he closed his eyes in an attempt to block out the emotional torment.



Flint rubbed at Harry’s groin trying to stimulate him.



“You like this, don’t you, you whore?” Flint quietly growled directly in Harry’s ear. Harry shivered at the hot breath that ghosted over the side of his face.



When Harry didn’t respond to the harsh rubbing, Flint began to undo the fly on the small boy’s pants. Only then did Harry react and try to stop the assault to his body, honestly preferring a beating rather than being raped. He moved his hands and placed them over the thick wrists of Flint, trying to pull him off. Flint chuckled smugly and removed his hands. Harry couldn’t help but let out the sigh of relief.



But the relief didn’t last for long.



Flint took a step back from his captured and began to remove his own green and silver tie. “Don’t move, slut.”



Harry shivered, but followed the command, listening to Flint’s shuffling movements behind him.



Once Flint slipped the loosened tie over his head, he stepped back up to the small boy, pulled his arms behind his back and tied Harry’s wrists together with the Slytherin tie. He chuckled as Harry realized what was going on and began struggling again, but Flint was too quick, tightening the tie before knotting the ends together so the boy couldn’t slip his arms free.



Harry whimpered at his helplessness.



As soon as Harry’s hands were effectively bound, Flint stepped back up to his prisoner so their bodies were pressed flush once again. Harry couldn’t help but begin to sob. He wanted Draco…



Flint replaced his hands over Harry’s groin and hurriedly removed both Harry’s trousers and boxers in one go. The Slytherin then gave the small boy’s penis a hurtful squeeze before lifting him off the ground as to kick the boy’s remaining clothing away from him. He ignored Harry’s pathetic crying.



Harry shivered from terror and cold knowing what was going to come next. The only thing he wore was the loose Gryffindor tie still around his neck and the Slytherin tie tied tightly around his wrists.



Again Flint stepped back, this time to undo the fly of his pants, purposely keeping them on to amplify the humiliation for Harry. He dragged the raven-haired boy to the ground with one hand while stroking his weeping erection with the other hand. Reluctantly Harry followed the bigger boy’s movements.



“Now listen to me, you filthy whore,” Flint growled as he made Harry straddle his hips, “If you don’t do EXACTLY what I say I’m gonna use that tie of yours to strangle that pretty little neck.”



Harry weakly nodded his understanding. He didn’t want to help in his own rape, but he was going to do whatever Flint said if it was going to keep him alive.



Flint smiled evilly. “Good boy. Now lift yourself up onto your knees.”



Harry whimpered, but did exactly what he was told, moving so that he knelt over the Slytherin.



“That’s it…”



Flint then positioned one of his hands on Harry’s arse cheeks, spreading it, and the other on his own cock.



“… Now lower yourself down.”



Harry couldn’t hold back his sob and closed his eyes tight so he didn’t have to see the lust filled face of Flint, and again he did what he was told, wincing as the hard flesh penetrated his unwilling and unprepared body.



Flint let out a groan of satisfaction at the feeling of his straining shaft sheathed in the hot, tight entrance.



As if in a haze, Flint brought his hands up to Harry’s Gryffindor tie and pulled on both ends to tighten it around the smaller boy’s neck, just so it hurt a little, yet didn’t cut off his breathing.



Harry’s eyes opened and widened in shock.



“B-But I did what you s-said!” he protested.



Flint smirked at the confused boy. “Consider that a warning if you don’t listen to my orders.”



Harry whimpered and nodded again.



Slowly at first, Flint began to lift his hips up to drive his cock into the boy above him. Harry writhed in pain but didn’t protest or do anything to stop the intrusion.



“Ride me, you little bitch…”



With some unwanted encouragement from Flint’s hands, a pace was set as Harry was fucked on the floor of the abandoned classroom. Harry’s whimpers and cries of pain were drowned out by the groans and grunts of pleasure that came from the large boy below. Tears streamed down the small boy’s face unchecked.



The pace quickened as Flint got closer and closer to climax and in the mix of his own pleasure he gripped the Gryffindor tie and pulled Harry down for a painful kiss, licking and biting at the trembling flesh. Harry was unable to resist having his chest crushed against the larger boy’s.



In a sudden move, Flint then held Harry around the waist, maneuvering them so that he managed to stand up, ensuring that his cock didn’t slip from Harry’s now bleeding passage, and dropped him down on a nearby table so that Flint could totally control the pace and pound into the tight arse without reservation.



Harry sobbed and squirmed at the abrupt change, filling a painful tingling in his arms as both his body, and Flint’s, were pushed down on the bound limbs. The large Slytherin continued to invade his mouth with a snakelike tongue and biting his neck and jaw hard enough to draw blood.



Flint thrust into Harry at a brutal pace consciously trying to inflict as much pain as possible on the poor boy. As he felt the first signs of climax approaching, his used both his hands to grip the Gryffindor tie and pull it hard enough to constrict the small boy’s breathing. Harry’s eyes shot open in shock and he opened his mouth to suck in some needed oxygen to no avail. His struggling intensified as a result of the asphyxiation, trying to do everything in his limited power to breath.



Flint smiled and licked his lips as his saw Harry’s own begin to turn blue.



With one last yank on the striped material, Flint climaxed in Harry’s clenching entrance, groaning as he road out the waves of pleasure.



Looking down at the suffocating boy, Flint did up his fly and walked out of the classroom, not giving the remaining article of his uniform a second though. As for Harry, his struggles soon ceased and he closed his eyes, thinking that perhaps it was best he died after being raped and humiliated so thoroughly.