Where Heroes Rush In

A/N: Daye, thanks for the heads up about the house elves, but it\'ll be addressed (I know you\'re not reading any more, though). mrequecky, they will talk more about what Harry sees from Voldemort in this act, so I hope it clears it up for you.



And as a dialogue note, fanny is Britslang for vagina, in case that causes any confusion.







ACT II





Harry stirred awake. When he went to scratch at his face groggily, he heard and felt the weight of metal links dragging across the mattress.





Fuck.





He was still here, still in the fucker’s room. He’d been having a dream that Ginny was holding his head underwater, only he hadn’t seemed to care too much, not even bothering with a struggle. The thought of Ginny made him listen to the room before opening his eyes, trying to pinpoint her presence on the bed by any jostling or breathing. Instead, he heard the recurring clink of a spoon against a ceramic bowl. He opened one eye and looked down towards the other end where the table was situated. Ginny sat with legs folded, her side to him while she ate her breakfast. She was still nude, but her hair had been plaited into a long braid down her freckled back, bangs still brushed forward while reddish wisps hung by her ears. She was hunched over her bowl a bit and he could make out the clear bumps along her spine. He got a quick vision of her back when he had been lined up to her arse the night before and it loomed so large in his head that he turned his face into the bed and shut his eyes again. It suddenly occurred to him that he wasn’t feeling the frames of his glasses digging into his cheeks and yet he had seen her just as cleanly as always once he had them on. His vision was still fixed then? He used his arms to pull himself up to rest on his elbows; raising his chest while his belly and bottom half lay on the bed to stare at Ginny fully.





She took notice and gave him a big smile. “Oh, good, you’re up. I was worried you’d be knocked out till dinner. How are you feeling?”





Harry’s grogginess immediately faded. His forehead wrinkled as he peered from hooded eyelids, glaring at her as though she’d just asked him would he like a dollop of shit with his tea. “How am I…feeling?” he repeated slowly, tinged with incredulity. “Just…great. Never better,” he told her flatly, his fierce gaze burning through her.





Instantly, Ginny’s face fell. But she didn’t comment, simply turned back to the side table to pick up a second, steaming bowl and offer it to him one-handed. “What’s in it?” Harry sniffed.





Her expression had gone smooth. “Oats, I imagine. Water. Bit of brown sugar,” she deadpanned.





Harry sneered at her. “Nice. I mean, what bloody potion is it filled with,” he bit out nastily. “Am I going to be off my face again? Or just the stoned, willing slave? I just want to be prepared for when it gives me another raging stiffy.”





Ginny cast her eyes downward to Harry’s crotch. “I don’t think that potion will be necessary.”





Harry glanced at his prick and, sure enough, it was sporting its morning wood much to his irritation. He shifted sideways and dropped a hand in his lap to cover it. “Whatever. I don’t need any breakfast, thank you.”





Ginny’s voice turned concerned. “Harry, please. Don’t be difficult. You need to eat something to get your strength up. The fortifying potions they’ve been giving you can only do so much.”





“I don’t care,” he shot back sullenly. “What am I supposed to be in the peak of health for, anyway? More buggering? Is there some tournament of shagging I should know about?”





Ginny observed him closely but only shrugged in response before setting the porridge back down. “He can go on for a while, especially when he’s tense. He wasn’t too happy that you fainted last night.”





“Yeah? Bloody well good. Like I fucking want to make him fucking happy.” Harry was upset at her implied suggestion that he’d done something wrong, but she only solidified the idea when she complained the next second.





“Well, you need to make him happy, Harry, unless you want to go back to playing punching bag for his Death Eaters, which I’m not about to let happen. Honestly, whingeing about being drugged is counter-productive right now. If you just let them work through you, it actually helps some.”





Harry balked. “You must be mental. Just how much of that shite have they been giving you, Gin? I think it’s warped your brain,” he insisted in all seriousness.





She shook her head at him sadly. “Oh, Harry. Mind you, is it really better to be fully coherent while he’s here? We can’t go anywhere, we can’t resist him. It’s easier to just…you know,” she flushed, “just go with it and think about getting off. It’s a lot less stressful.”





Harry stared back at her gobsmacked. He couldn’t even comprehend what she was recommending, it all seemed so surreal. But then she certainly did her part to get him off last night, hadn’t she? “Is that why you were so quick to help out Fuckface by jumping on my knob, Gin? Trying to ease my stress, were you?” he asked sarcastically.





Ginny flinched like she’d just been hit. “I—I inhaled the same powder as you, Harry. I wasn’t helping, I was following commands.” Her voice went quieter. “And…I’d always wanted to do it.”





The admission threw him a little—realizing that she had fantasized about going down on him was a definite turn-on—but he wanted to stay angry at her, his righteousness flooding him now. “Was that part of your deal, then? Just what did you promise to do in order to get me up to his room? Something disgusting, I’m sure. You both worked together so well screwing me; such a team,” he ranted.





“Harry, it wasn’t like that; you’re imagining things,” she denied, shaking her head. She was on her knees and crawling forward to get closer to him, her expression imploring. “But you must understand I had to get you away from the others. It doesn’t matter what I did for the Dark—for Voldemort, it wasn’t that much different from every other night I’d been with him.”





“Sounds like you’ve gotten quite comfortable with the set-up,” he remarked, his tone frosty. Ginny froze in mid-step, eyes gone wide and glistening. She stayed suspended like that for several seconds before finally turning to go back to the edge of the bed. She dropped her head down and returned to her breakfast, her back to him completely. After a few spoonfuls, he heard her mutter, “fuck you”, under her breath. He leaned back against the pillows with one knee up, his arm resting on it as he heatedly regarded her spine again through narrowed slits.





“Oh, but you already did, Gin, have you forgotten it already? Our first time, too; wasn’t it as special as you had imagined? I’m so glad we waited. Definitely more meaningful with all of the extra toys, don’t you think?” Harry felt sick, but he couldn’t seem to stem the vitriol pouring from his mouth.





Ginny swung to face him then, the hurt etched into her features plainly. She looked prepared to tear into him, her mouth wrenching to form the words, but then just as suddenly she grabbed her bowl and threw it right at him, aiming for his head. He automatically ducked and it flew overhead, exploding as it hit the wall. Harry felt the glop of slimy oatmeal fall to his back and neck then slide down in a cold trail, the smashed bits of china raining down around him on the bed. He looked up at her in utter shock; Ginny had completely lost it, surely. But she had turned her back to him again and a moment later he heard her breath hitch before it broke down into sobs, her shoulders shaking violently. Still stunned by her reaction, Harry stared at the back of her head for another few minutes, his mouth agape, while listening to her weep. Then he sluggishly moved to face the splattered wall and grabbed a pillow, tucking it into his torso as he brought up his knees against it, his chin hanging over the corner.





He knew he was being cruel, but he didn’t feel the need to apologize at the moment. He was still smarting from the events of last night and couldn’t get rid of the feeling that Ginny was somehow complicit in what had happened. It might have been paranoia setting in, but it was there, nonetheless, and he didn’t know how to talk to her about it without getting upset. And then for her to suggest that he simply get into it? That was just so wrong on so many levels and it only engendered more suspicion from his end. How could she possibly like anything that sick bastard did to her? Riddle wasn’t just creepy, he was a bloody murderer, yet the way he talked to her was on the verge of admiration. Just what had she done to win his favor like that? The more Harry thought about it, the more distrustful he grew, which only vexed him further. This was Ginny, he kept reminding himself; one of the fiercest girls he knew. She was as stubborn as he was. Perhaps that was the thing Harry couldn’t seem to understand and kept stumbling over. He hadn’t expected her to cave so quickly.





Harry winced at the realization, but then cupped a shackled hand behind him to scoop up some of the congealed porridge still stuck to his shoulder. He flung the gooey substance off of his fingers with a shake of the wrist and watched flecks of it land on the headboard and pillows. He didn’t care. The wonder twins would clean it up before his Snakiness arrived again, anyway. Harry’s thoughts turned to Riddle and the images that had filled his head when the rapist had put his hands to Harry’s scar. Were those all of Tom’s memories? Because it had been Tom’s thoughts that he had been seeing, not some over-inflated ego that insisted on being addressed as a lord of death, and it would do him well to keep that in mind. Harry remembered how Dumbledore always referred to the man as such, by his true name and not the idea of majesty that Riddle wanted to inculcate with titles. Tom was just a bloke. A bloke who was violently insane and incredibly powerful, yes, but not an entity that couldn’t be taken down if the right force was employed, Harry acknowledged.





He heard Ginny’s sobs eventually die down into heaving sniffles and he gritted his teeth hoping she would quiet soon. He took a mental exam of his body and appreciated that his arse was blissfully free of any objects, although he still felt cored and more than a bit sore. His nipples were intact, too, he noted, so he must have been disengaged from Ginny at some point before the….Harry’s face burned as he thought it, but the orgasm had definitely happened. That had almost been the worst part of the whole thing. He had a fairly full range of motion with his limbs again, his legs were now loose, although he expected he’d only make it as far as the center of the bed like yesterday. He felt knackered, and his breaths were a little shaky, even after resting all night and most of the morning, it seemed. However, he was pretty lucid, thankfully; his thoughts and emotions no longer clouded by potions. Harry wondered how long of a reprieve he would have before they put him on something else. He glanced around the room once more, focusing on its inventory of items and how he might be able to use them in some way to make their escape. He needed to take advantage of his clarity while he had the chance. He ignored Ginny and started plotting a way out of this place.







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Several hours later, Harry was bored out of his skull, lying back on the bed as he contemplated shapes in the ceiling. He couldn’t believe that they would just be left here to their own devices, but he’d quickly discovered they didn’t have access to much with their restraints, confined mostly to the circumference of the bed. When he’d needed to take a piss, the chamber pot in the chair had appeared just as Ginny said it would, and he’d tried not to think about her behind his back listening in as he stood there holding his knob. He dreaded the moment when he’d have to do more and wondered how long he could stave off eating solids just to avoid the humiliation. Then again, Ginny was in the same boat as him, and he couldn’t tell which prospect was more embarrassing. But Ginny didn’t seem to be concerned with such things, he’d noted with some annoyance. She had stopped crying a long time ago, but still hadn’t spoken to him, and Harry had responded in kind. After a while, he had felt the bed depress a bit and looked up in time to see her pull something out from under the mattress at her corner. She opened a book to the middle and started reading, her body laid out casually along the edge of the bed. That had aggravated him to no end. How could she read so nonchalantly when they were in a crisis? His reaction had been to turn his body so that he was lying with both feet planted on the headboard, bouncing one heel against it hard enough to make the bed shake. All he got in return was the sound of pages turning every few minutes. He would sigh loudly and disgustedly every ten minutes or so, but still she didn’t even look his way.





He found himself actually hoping Amon and Paimon would show up soon just to give him something distracting to do. Then he wondered how they did the housekeeping as he recalled what happened to the remainder of Ginny’s breakfast on his side of the bed. Strangely, when he’d decided to finally clean up the broken shards and porridge puddles, it had all disappeared, magicked away while he’d been staring down the wall. Harry had frowned at the creepiness of it. What was triggering the room’s consciousness of the mess? It suggested to him that perhaps they were under surveillance and he pondered what Ginny knew about such things. But thinking about Ginny had only made him go over the events from last night once more in his fit.





He had exhausted his outrage in his head, the shouting and ranting in his inner thoughts wearing him out after the first hour or so. He didn’t really want to listen to himself think anymore, as it was pretty futile and wasn’t making him feel any better, but he didn’t know how to break the silence that had been erected between him and Ginny. His mind went back to some of the taunts Tom had thrown at him, how the creep had suggested that Ginny was unwholesome, and how he’d implicated he had some link to her deepest, dirtiest secrets. How often did he perform Legilimens on her and did he really do it during sex? Considering how easily he’d manipulated Harry, he had to think that Riddle did it fairly often. But what kind of thoughts did she have? He grew powerfully curious about the idea the more he recalled Tom’s exact words. Highly sexed little harlot, he had called her, and Harry thought about the way Ginny had been so eager to give him the blowjob. Even before then, she’d been ready to have sex with him right before the dastardly duo showed up. The way she had touched him, drawing out his responses so skillfully, had made him worry how much of that was her real desire, how much was drug-induced, and what was playing up to Riddle. I know what she craves. What? What did she crave? He suddenly wanted to know very badly, and that need prompted him to finally say something aloud.





“When do Thing One and Thing Two usually show up with food?” he asked apropos of nothing. It was a lame beginning to a conversation, but he had to start somewhere.





There was silence for a few seconds before he heard her stir. He was still lying with his head in the center of the bed and his feet resting on the stack of pillows, but as soon as she cleared her throat, he rolled over to his front and propped up on his elbows to wait for her response.





“I’m not sure what they’re going to do today, but they’ve been showing up with dinner right after the, uh, healers are done with you, usually. Now that you’re awake, I have no idea what the schedule will be like. It’s not like I know what the time is, ever, but everyone here is pretty consistent with their visits, so I tend to go by that. Supper arrives a few hours before…before Fuckface gets here, so there’s time for baths and that nonsense.” She turned to look over her shoulder at him, her expression guarded, but he couldn’t help the hint of a smile that imbued his face to hear her concession on Riddle’s nickname. She was sitting up now with her book tossed aside. He couldn’t make out much of the cover’s details from its angle on the bed.





“Do you think the healers are going to come by, then? Are they anyone we might be able to get information from? Possible sympathizers? Or does everyone here have their heads all the way up Fuckface’s bum?” he mocked.





Ginny gave him a wry smile, but then dropped her gaze to the duvet with her half-shrug. “I wouldn’t get your hopes up about the healer,” she mumbled. When she offered nothing else on the topic, Harry tried another subject.





“What were you reading?” he asked. Ginny glanced over at the book as though she were curious herself then reached out to twist the book’s title to face her.





“It’s called, Lady Chatterly’s Lover, by some English Muggle. It was left by the nightstand one morning, so I took it and hid it. Gives me something to occupy the time with,” she explained.





“What’s it about?” he further enquired, although the title seemed pretty indicative.





“It’s about sex,” Ginny confirmed. “A posh lady takes up with her gameskeeper and they have it off a lot, but her husband gets all pissy about it when the affair makes him look bad.”





Harry felt a tingle in his lower region much to his chagrin. “Sounds racy. Is it very descriptive, then?”





Ginny twisted her body to lie down on her belly just like him, dragging herself a little closer to the middle of the bed so that their faces were only inches apart. “It’s descriptive, yes, but I’ve read racier. The sex is almost quaint, really. Charlie used to have some good erotica stashed in his room and I’d pilfer it when he was at school. I think my brother’s a bit kinky, to be honest.” She arched an eyebrow, looking more pensive than surprised at such information.





“Kinky? Like, in what way? What kind of stuff did you read?” he probed, getting excited at the thought of her tucked in her room reading dirty novels under her bedsheets.





Ginny’s smile was lopsided and sexy as she stared down at the covers. When she looked into his eyes, there was a flirty air returned in that gaze and he felt a predictable hardening of his cock. “Well, it had a lot of…you know, bondage and naughty schoolboys. Lot of spank fics. I found a leather strap in his closet once that smelled like…well, he must have…uh, wrapped it around a part of him when he wanked.” Her face had pinked up a little, but she remained rather relaxed about the whole thing.





“Schoolboys? Is Charlie a bender, then?” The conversation was becoming quite fascinating for Harry.





“Oh, no; at least, I don’t think so,” she admitted. “The boys in the stories were being spanked by the headmistresses or governesses, that sort of stuff. You know, strict McGonogall-types, but younger and sexier. I liked that his pornography was more literary than George and Fred’s stash, though. They just liked the obvious stuff. All of it was moving pictures of birds with big tits doing things to themselves or to each other. They had quite a collection of it, too. Surprised Mum never found it, but I think she tried to stay out of their room as much as possible once they hit puberty.” Ginny then reached for his wrist, turning it over in her hands as she played with the metal band absentmindedly. “I think they knew I used to sneak into their room, but neither one ever tried to catch me in the act or set up one of their alarms. I kind of think they liked me looking at their wank mags.”





The images she was giving Harry were setting him off, and he shifted on the bed a bit as he willed his erection under control, trying to push away the picture of Ginny lying back with her legs open, fingering herself as she stared at pictures of other women. Her simple touch on his skin was already affecting him, however.





“How old were you when you found their hiding places the first time?” His voice had gone deep with his heavy breathing.





“Oh, I dunno, about ten or eleven, I expect. I was a curious lass, you could say. All those brothers; boys became endlessly fascinating to me. Their smell, their loudness, their secrets, their..equipment; I just wanted to know all about them. It was like I was waiting to be initiated into their club, and it was frustrating when they would push me aside and call me girly names. And Mum just made it worse, always trying to dress me up in bows and lace and all that rot. I wanted to be tough, like them.”





“You are tough,” Harry insisted, now totally caught up in her tale. The portrait she was painting of her younger self was captivating. “Although, I have to admit, I find you much, much prettier than any of your brothers.” She smiled at him coyly and glanced down at his wrist in her hand again. Harry wanted to lick her eyelashes as they fanned out above her cheeks they were so fine and shimmery.





“You still think I’m pretty, Harry?” she asked him in a plaintive voice, her mouth turning downward while still playing with the restraint, running a few fingers up and down the inside of his arm in light, feathery slides.





“I think you’re absolutely gorgeous, actually,” he confessed emphatically. “Why else do you think I fell all over you in the Gryff common room right in front of everybody after that match? I was so knocked out by you that I didn’t even notice what an arse I was making of myself. I would have looked like a right prat if you had slapped me after a stunt like that; deservedly so, I might add.”





Her half-grin tucked up on the side of her face again, it was driving Harry mad. “I liked that you were so public about it, Harry, but I must say…I preferred the times we were alone much better.” When she looked up at him this time, the impish smirk was gone and her desire was stamped clearly in her flushed face. “I used to fantasize about the things I wanted to do to you so often that when I finally had you in my arms, I didn’t know where to start. I…I didn’t want to offend you and scare you off.”





That did it for Harry. He wanted her so much at that moment but his awful words from the morning came back to haunt him and he stumbled over how he was going to make it up to her. “Why did you think you’d offend me? I—I’m not some saint, Ginny, you know that. I have thoughts like that, too.”





Ginny stroked his face suddenly, her expression wistful. “But you’re so good, Harry. I know you’re not that imagined Boy the Prophet likes to write about, but you’re a decent person, all the same. I just thought that…you would want a good girl, someone who was worthy of you.”





“You are a good girl, Gin, how can you even believe otherwise?” he demanded vehemently, grabbing hold of the hand stroking him. “I’m sorry I said those things to you earlier, but I was upset. I don’t really think you’re a slag, or that you were in cahoots with Snakefucker. I just—I just don’t know how to handle your attitude about everything, is all. You don’t seem angry and I was worried that you’d—I dunno, like you were turned or something. It’s stupid, I know, but the potions didn’t help matters. Just, please, forget I ever said any of that crap.” His eyes begged her for forgiveness, but he wanted to touch her all over, too, wanted to not feel guilty about needing her body wrapped around his.





“No, it’s all right, Harry, I understand. It’s all confusing, I’m sure.” She stared at his lips as she tried to explain her side. “I suppose I was aiding Fuckface in some ways. I could see how you would feel betrayed. He’s…he’s got this thing he does, it’s like he gets under my skin, somehow, and brings up all these feelings that I usually have under control. Sometimes, it’s…startling the things he remembers, if that’s even what he’s doing. I don’t understand how he does it. I didn’t realize until after that first time how much he was Tom, like I’d forgotten that they were the same person. And then it was all there, as if I was writing in that book again.” Her pallor had gone ghostly pale as her thoughts seemed to reminisce over some turbulent memories, her brown eyes darkening.





“Book? You mean the diary? He remembered stuff you wrote in Riddle’s diary?” His voice rose with each revelation, things suddenly starting to fall into place for Harry. “But what could he possibly have over you, Gin? You were eleven. I’m sure it seemed that the secrets he would get you to confess were all very dirty and unbecoming, but that’s just your perception of it. He made you feel like some pervert on purpose, surely you must see that?”





But Ginny didn’t look convinced. She stared hard at the bed again, avoiding his intense gaze. “He used to…get me to do things. Back then.” Ginny gulped hard, the swallow visible in her throat. “I would...wank…all the time. I felt insatiable. He’d tell me where to find…objects. Hidden in the castle,” she whispered, chancing a quick glance at him before looking down again. “The toys from last night……..being here, it wasn’t my first introduction to them,” she admitted, her breath shaky. “Sometimes, I wouldn’t even remember what I had done; I would just wake up naked in my bed at Hogwarts, the drapes closed, feeling winded. And when I was at home, it was worse. Even after….after you destroyed it, Harry, I could still hear him late at night, talking to me, wanting me to do things to my body. On the rare occasions that I would find myself alone in the house, I’d go mad with the sex stuff. Once, I even—I crawled into Ron’s bed, I could smell his dried cum in the sheets,” her whispers were quickened now, and Harry’s hold tightened around her wrist. “I stuck my face right in it, breathing deep, dreaming about putting your cock in my mouth and wondering how you would feel there as I sucked on my fingers. All while I fucked myself on Ron’s brand new Cleansweep.”





They were both breathing hard, Harry drinking in every word she said, no other sound but her voice filling his senses. His chest was knocking loudly again with his heartbeat, another emotional tide sweeping over him. He could imagine what Ginny must have felt, he had gone through it, too, only it had been a different circumstance for him. The idea of Riddle actively goading him in his dreams was horrific, though. Then Ginny finally looked at him fully, her eyes watery.





“Being around you, Harry, I felt…clean. Like, you saw something there that was—I don’t want to say, good, but that was better, a better version of me. I wanted to be that Ginny for you.”





“Ginny,” he groaned, “you should have told me. I mean, I know you tried to talk to me about what it had been like being possessed by him, but I wasn’t paying attention, I was too caught up in my own crap and feeling sorry for myself. But you should have made me listen, anyway. You’re good at slapping some sense into me. That’s what you do, what I rely on you for.” He had pulled himself up on his knees so he could grab her by both shoulders, bringing her right to his face. “You’re not a bad person for being lulled into those feelings, Gin. I know what that’s like to think that you are, that there’s something wrong with you. But bloody hell, you think us blokes don’t have wankfests like that?” He shook his head as if the idea to think otherwise were ludicrous. “It’s sex, isn’t it? It feels good. God, Gin, that time we made each other come by the lake? You think I didn’t want to have you right then? I couldn’t keep my hands off my knob by the time I got to bed that night. I just kept replaying, over and over, what it felt like to be inside of you and thinking how fantastic it was going to feel when we actually did it.”





Harry stopped speaking a moment to catch his breath, his trembling hands now stroking her hair and neck. She was completely fixated to his face, her eyes huge as she listened to him rapturously. “But I only held back because you were worth it, Gin. I wanted it—wanted you to feel special, because you are.” He looked up sharply to the ceiling, his eyes pricking with tears as he tried to blink them back, licking his lips as he swallowed thickly. “I guess—that was what really bothered me about last—last night. I had this plan, like I could make things romantic for you, or something, when you were ready. He sort of ruined that for us. But then, he’s ruined everything good in my life. It wasn’t your fault, though, but my own bloody mess, and I dragged you right into it.” Harry closed his eyes tightly for a moment before looking at her again, the guilt plastered to his face. “You should have been cursing my name every night you’ve been prisoner here.”





Ginny was watching his mouth again as he licked them once more, her expression dreamy. “No, Harry, never curse you,” she breathed. But she stayed where she was, not moving at all as she continued to stare at him enthralled, as if the sun were setting behind his head. He leaned down and kissed her, tentatively at first, but then insistently, his hands taking hold of her waist. She put her hands to his chest as she kissed back just as avidly, and he wanted to purr into her mouth, his tongue seeking hers to wrap them in knots. If the chains hadn’t been preventing him, he’d have pulled her back on top of him, wanting to feel her sex pressed to his, feel the warmth beating there for him. He was about to try anyway when a sudden voice in the room stopped him cold.





“Oh, good God, must I endure this, as well? I’m going to have to scrub my eyes clean now. Only bloody teenagers could find a situation like this an opportunity for their hormones to run amuck.” A door slammed loudly, shaking on its hinges, and when the two of them broke apart to face their intruder, Harry’s mouth could only hang slack in his shock.





“You?!!” he cried as soon as he recovered, letting go of Ginny as he turned to face the greasy git. Harry didn’t even care that his knob was out and quite stiff while he gawked at his former Potions professor. “Hang on, you’re the healer?! I don’t fucking believe this!”





Snape was storming over to them with his black robes swishing madly, however, and as soon as he stopped by the bed, his hand swung back. Harry felt the blow across his cheek before he’d even registered Snape’s intent, his face burning as he was now glaring at the wall. When he turned back to the bastard, some choice swear words ready on his tongue, Snape’s nasty face was screwed up in a sneer full of loathing.





“You imbecilic child, I don’t know why I bother to save your miserable arse. Can you comprehend nothing of importance? Whatever goes on between those ears, I can’t even begin to guess, but it is certainly not anything that produces even a modicum of intelligence. And you never have any idea of just how much damage you’re creating, do you?” His black eyes shifted to Ginny as he looked her up and down in disgust, waving a hand over her as he addressed Harry again. “Does this penetrate that thick skull of yours? Do you understand the concept of ramifications, now, boy?”





“All right, that’s enough!” Ginny suddenly shouted. “He’s been through plenty already; he doesn’t need you laying into him.” She put an arm protectively around his waist, but Harry was livid, moving out of her hold as he pulled himself up to his fullest height, even though he was on his knees. He pointed viciously back at Snape, wishing he could dig his finger into the man’s chest.





“Fuck you, you bloody murderer! I don’t need your sodding lecture, and I don’t need your sodding potions! I don’t need ANYTHING from you! In fact, if I didn’t have the misfortune of being chained up right now, I’d be kicking your bloody arse!!” he boomed.





But Snape’s face had stilled, emitting a dry snort when Harry had finished. “Misfortune? That’s a good one, Potter. I think your greatest misfortune, and ours, was that you were ever born in the first place,” he jeered, looking over Harry in much the same way he’d done to Ginny. “You brought this on yourself, you idiot, and you know it. You’re lucky you’re still breathing.”





“Blah, blah, blah,” Harry taunted back, his nostrils flared as he mocked Snape’s expression. “Yeah, I heard it already, thanks. And I suppose we have you to thank for all of the lovely, mind-bending potions we’ve been on, then? Especially that shite from last night; that had your touch all over it,” he threw back at him.





Snape crossed his arms as he narrowed his eyes, looking a bit bothered by the allegation when he pursed his lips. “You shouldn’t have been given that. I’m surprised your heart didn’t explode with all of the other restorative potions you’ve been on. It was so full of stimulants that no one in your condition should have been able to withstand it. You’ve probably weakened your heart, now, as a result.”





“Oh, well, so sorry, what was I thinking?” Harry quipped sarcastically. “Oh, right, I DIDN’T HAVE ANY CHOICE IN THE MATTER,” he yelled, unconsciously mirroring Snape’s stance as he crossed his arms, the chains rattling in the stretch as he leaned forward.





Harry didn’t see the second slap coming, either, Snape’s arm snapping up from his waist to backhand him quite effectively. It was hard enough to knock him on his rear-end, though. Harry was getting a bit fed up with the abuse.





“Oi! Cut that out, I said!” Ginny tried reaching for him but Harry had fallen too far back. But Snape had his wand out and was pointing it at them both.





“Miss Weasley, kindly move yourself to the other end of the bed while I examine your moronic boyfriend to see what other trauma he’s managed to sustain. It would be helpful if you could both remain quiet as I work. Otherwise, a good muzzle and gag will prove useful.”





Harry was indignant. “I’d like to see you tr—”





“Petrificus Totalis!” Snape interrupted with a slash of his wand. Harry immediately froze up, his arms locking to his sides as he bounced flat to the mattress. Ginny cried out, but with another flick of his wand, Snape banished her to the other end of the bed, her chains shortening up to pull her along in the drag.





“Bloody Christ, Potter, you never know when to quit, do you?” the git grumbled deeply, his breath hot over Harry’s face as he leaned over to inspect him. It was almost as putrid as Paimon’s and Harry had to hold in his own breath as he lay there wishing he could cast wordless, wandless Avada Kedavras at will. This aggression would not stand, he insisted in his mind. He would get back at the bastard one day soon. He’d get them all.





Snape continued to run tests over him with his wand acting as some kind of thermometer, EKG, and heart monitor all in one. His hand curled around Harry’s wrist to take his pulse and Harry wanted to pull away violently, feeling dirty from the touch, but he could only lie still in his intractable state, pushing a long groan from his throat to the back of his teeth to sound his displeasure.





“Oh, shut it, already. It’ll be over in a moment. You’re like an infant, Harry, a big, giant, oblivious infant that’s a walking disaster wherever it goes, whining and puling to anyone who’ll listen about how miserable his lot in life is. As if no one else has ever suffered as terribly as you,” Snape complained. He turned away and started to unfold something he’d brought with him, laying a heavy cloth on the bed and tossing a few bottles on top of it. Harry growled deeply, not listening to the prat. He imagined sticking hot pokers up Snape’s bunghole, relishing the screams it would elicit.





“Harry hardly ever complains…about anything, although he’s got a mind to if you’ve ever even noticed just how much shit he’s had to deal with. You just don’t like him, for whatever reason. I think that if I had to point to someone who likes to complain about everything all the time because he’s a miserable bastard, then that would be you, Professor.” He could hear Ginny’s cool retort but wished he had a view of her face; he loved it when she got that bitchy tone in her comebacks.





“Miss Weasley, perhaps your dig would have more of a sting if you weren’t shackled to the Dark Lord’s bed in your birthday suit with little, golden hoops through your pert nipples linking them to a dog collar. As it is so, I suggest you stop wasting your energy on defending your partner in sexual slavery here and start thinking about more resourceful uses of your time.” Snape unscrewed one bottle and took a sniff at the rim, looking bored now. When he reached over to grab hold of Harry’s chin and drag open his mouth, Harry let out another, protesting groan, but Snape simply ignored him and poured the contents of the bottle into his gullet, Harry’s throat working furiously as he tried not to swallow. Snape made an exasperated noise but closed Harry’s mouth tight and pinched his nose. Harry had to drink it down in order to be allowed to breathe. Snape did it twice more with different colored potions, but at least Harry wasn’t feeling woozy or hyper after being forced to imbibe them, so he expected he was only taking more medicine to keep him fit.



Once he was done, Snape made to put away his empty glasses as he straightened up from the bed. He glanced up and down Harry again, a smirk touching his lips. “Nice look for you, Potter. All you need now is to be rubbed down in oils and a wreath set upon that ridiculous hair.” He leaned low over Harry and gripped the sides of his mouth suddenly. “And a big, red apple stuck inside this gob,” he muttered in a low baritone, “to keep you bloody, blissfully quiet.” The man’s hooked nose was almost touching his own, and Harry growled threateningly again, but Snape continued to speak in a quiet hiss. “You’re on your own in this one, boy. There are no outside forces that are going to be able to come to your rescue. He’s got too much power now. You’re buggered and you’ve buggered your girlfriend along with you. Good day, Mister Potter.”





He heard Snape’s heels make their way to the door. “Miss Weasley, good day. Enjoy your company.” Then there was a sudden feel of air blowing over Harry and his body could move again. By the time he had scrambled up to a sitting position, the door had already clicked closed, their visitor gone. “FUCKING ARSEWIPE!!!” Harry bellowed. “You’re the one who’s buggered, you CUNT!!” His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, but he felt better, ironically, even as angry as he was. It felt great to be able to express his rage so finely and so vocally. The profanity felt right in his mouth, he’d needed to get them out.





“Wow, you’re a veritable King of the Comebacks, aren’t you? Such wit. What happened to that sarky I love so much?” Ginny remarked dryly.





Harry whipped his head around to stare at her dully. “I dunno, didn’t feel appropriate, I guess. He was making fun of us being sconners, Gin, I couldn’t let that go.”





“He was making fun of you being a sconner, and it wasn’t that bad. You don’t want to know what he said to me the first time he showed up and I looked like this.” Her brow arched as she stared back meaningfully.





Harry was instantly suspicious. “What did he say? Was it gross? Oh, God, he made some comment about your fanny looking like a little girl’s or something equally skeevy, didn’t he? He likes them young, I bet, that sick perv.” Ginny eyes lit up, though, as if she were ready to laugh, her mouth a tight line to hold in her mirth.





“I don’t think ol’ Sev likes anything to do with s-e-x, to be honest,” she joked. Her glance fell to Harry’s groin. “Besides, I don’t think having you oiled up would be a bad thing.”





Harry blushed from her scrutiny, his face turning the other way. “Gin, will you stop staring at my packet like that. I know it looks absurd. Don’t make me feel self-conscious about it.”





Now Ginny’s devilish laugh did ring out. “Oh, Harry, it’s not your pubic hair that I was interested in, you know. I like what I see just fine. More than fine, actually,” she added with another sexy smirk. Harry looked back over to her with a sly glance, his heart thudding faster. It always did something to him when Ginny commented on his body. Her appreciation was so specific that it made him feel wanted, which was an altogether new experience for Harry. He understood implicitly that Ginny was attracted to him/—the way he looked, the way he acted—and not some notion of The Boy Who Lived or a chosen one, whatever that was supposed to mean.





“Come over here,” he beckoned, his voice husky. Ginny’s chains had loosened with Snape’s departure so she was free again to pull away from her corner, scooting her bum forward as each foot stepped towards the bed’s center. As soon as she was near enough, he grabbed hold of her ankle and tugged her body the rest of the way to their meeting space. Immediately, his hand curved around the back of her neck, bringing her face to his so he could suckle those soft lips. She moaned into his mouth and for a brief moment everything felt all right, almost safe. He wished he could shut the rest of the world out and simply live in this embrace. But not now, he wouldn’t do that to her. He resolved to find a way to get Ginny out of here and back to her family where she belonged, no matter what. Harry tried to impart this promise to her with his kiss.





“Mmm, Harry,” she sighed softly as she pulled back, eyes closed. “Are you sure you don’t think I’m a freak?”





“No more than me,” he exhaled before taking her mouth over once more. He could circle his arms around her completely this time but then quickly discovered his hands could also round the swell of her bottom, the vee of her thighs nestling tightly against his crotch when he pressed her to him. His mind hazily reviewed the fact that he and Ginny had had sex now, even if it had been a warped rape on them both and nothing like he would ever have wanted. But still, they’d done the deed, been intimate in a manner that would mark them irrevocably, and he couldn’t deny that his body wanted to be connected to hers like that again. Like, right now. In a flash, he’d removed his tongue from down her throat and had made his way to her breast, eager to touch her without that monster contaminating the moment. His lips closed around a nipple and he suckled it tightly, thrilling to the feel of the metal between his teeth as soon as he heard her excited response. She’d arched her back as hands wrapped around the back of his head which only enticed him to lavish more attention to her tits, his tongue working furiously to tighten one into the sharpest point imaginable while his hand groped the other, even using the chain attached as a tool to arouse her further.





“Oh, Merlin, Harry, please let me suck on your knob again,” Ginny begged in a breathy whisper above him. Harry immediately pulled back, his eyes widening as he saw the desire in her face.





“Yeah? You…you really want to?” he blinked in his astonishment. Even with her confession, Harry had expected that girls didn’t really like being made to do that. He couldn’t ever imagine a young woman like Hermione getting into a blowjob. But Ginny was different, wasn’t she? It wasn’t just Riddle or potions forcing her into it, she genuinely enjoyed the idea of giving him pleasure like that. The revelation made him burn for her all the more.





“Yeah, I really, really want to,” she enthused, already putting a hand to Harry’s stomach and gently nudging him backward. Then her mouth was on his skin; she was licking down his chest leaving a wet trail that made him shiver. Ginny’s head was soon in his lap, but she’d only just grazed his knob before she was moving him again, making him spread out his knees as far as they could go while dragging his bottom half to her side. His arms stretched tight behind him in their pinched hold, but he didn’t care, already completely erect for her. His breathing was becoming rapidly labored, so when she finally bent down to take him in, Harry’s moans were fervent and successive, rising in pitch the more she enveloped his length with each descent.





“Ginny, oh fuck, that feels perfect. You’re perfect,” he whispered to her frantically as she used her fingers to give him snug strokes along the shaft while she sucked on the head of his cock. She was doing her own fair bit of moaning as she worked and Harry was fast becoming a fan of the effect, his head lolling back as he fell into her rhythmic bobbing. When she looked up at him with her tongue rimming underside the glans, then sliding it over the top, he was locked to her face. And when she poked the tip of her tongue into the slit dribbling for her, Harry swore some more as he thrust his hips forward. Her hand moved down to massage and squeeze his bollocks, but her lips never left flesh, kissing his knob adoringly as though she were snogging his face. “Aaaahhh, yesss, yes, Gin, don’t stop.” Harry was whining now, but the thought of coming inside of her mouth suddenly seized his brain; he felt like she had complete control of his looming climax.





His hips and bum continued to thrust lightly toward her face, but Ginny pulled back again to watch him and he worried that the motion was too rude. She didn’t look upset, however; just strangely satisfied, as one hand maintained her steady strokes along his prick while the other traveled softly up and down his belly. Harry was moaning incessantly now, but when he heard her goading him on, he shushed to catch what she was saying.





“I love the sounds you make, Harry,” she told him in a husky voice, a rumble in her throat. “I want to make you come so badly. I want to swallow it all, every drop.”





“Me, too,” he groaned, wincing internally at how stupid that sounded. “Want to come…in…in your mouth. Watch you…sw—swallow.” Harry gulped hard, his body shaking with his need. When Ginny moved her head down lower so that she could suck on his balls while her fingers now circled the glossy-coated, spongy tip, he held his breath, the sensations overwhelming him to the point of dizziness. Fingers pinched one of his pierced nipples and he cried out, eyes shooting wide open.





“Don’t pass out again, Harry,” she warned with a smirk. As soon as they locked eyes again, though, her expression grew predatory and her mouth went back to encasing his knob, her bobbing more intense and commanding this time. She was done with teasing him and looked determined to finish him off. He marveled at the way she seemed to approach the task with abandon, her face rapturous again as she sucked him for all she was worth. Harry felt the tightness in his groin to signal his coming load. He was so close, his arms straining as he pulled against his chains to get nearer to her, her throat working over him so deliciously they felt like squeezes on his cockhead.





“Oh, Gods, Gin, I’m going to come, holy shite,” he whispered hoarsely as tingles ran all over his skin, the pressure building up until he could practically track the stream of spunk on its final leg. When the crackles in the air rang out through the room, he didn’t notice at first, but then he heard them, heard their frantic screeching.





“Bad! Bad!! Bad, Little Flame! Get away from it, this instant!” Ginny was being pulled off of his prick and Harry was ready to cry.





“No! Don’t!” he shouted, the need to orgasm leaving him breathless. But that papery touch was on him again, pushing him backwards till he fell on his bum, his arms lifted overhead as he was tightened securely to the headboard. “Fuck you, you toads! Leave us alone!” He could hear Ginny growling threateningly and when he was able to get a good look at her, she appeared dangerous, her expression fit to kill as she watched the house elves like they were worms wriggling in front of her waiting to be plucked up and split in half. She was still on her knees, but Paimon had reined her back by her her braid, clipping another chain to the loop on her choker as it fixed her to the bedpost. She fell back, too, her hands seemed to be clasped behind her, but it didn’t deter her from kicking out her legs recklessly.





“The little one needs to calm down!” Paimon demanded in that freaky high-pitch. It grabbed one of her legs while Amon stretched out a hand to summon another object from the box by the fireplace. As the thing zoomed into its hand, Harry had to watch in horror as Amon took hold of Ginny’s other leg and wielded the silvery dildo in its hand with gusto, pushing it into her twat as it pressed her down.





“Get the fuck off of her!” Harry raged, but they ignored him, Paimon holding Ginny’s head against the backboard while Amon worked. It had switched something on, the vibrator coming to life as it revved inside her cunt. Amon slid it in and out while she howled, but eventually, her shouts died down as her pelvis moved to receive the thrusts. Harry could only gape when he saw Paimon slip a grubby hand down to her quim and start to diddle at a hooded patch. The sight made him feel nauseous, his erection quickly dying. His arousal had been stamped out in one clean sweep. Still, seeing her rocking her body until she was fucking herself on the dildo, moaning all the while as Paimon gave her a stern, bug-eyed grimace, Harry was fascinated by Ginny’s ability to overlook just who was doing these things to her. She was apparently in a fit of pleasure, her mouth open in her continuous approval with sweat beading across her forehead, the sounds suggesting she was most definitely lubricated by her own desire. When she came, she gave a fiery groan, her face lit up as her entire body went taut before slumping back in a heap against the mattress. She was quiet after that, only the sound of her breathing making its way to him.





“There is to be no nasty business without the presence of the Dark Lord,” Amon chastised them both in that hellish voice. “Very, very naughty, it is. He will not like this one bit.”





“So what; I don’t care what he does to me,” Harry snapped, but Amon only sneered at him. It was Paimon who answered, though.





“Not you. The little one gets overeager, sometimes, but now that It is here to distract her, she is quite reckless. The Dark Lord was concerned this would happen.”





Harry glanced over at Ginny’s exhausted form, wondering what constituted ‘overeager’ when she was with Riddle. He worried that she would have to face some sort of punishment, though, because of their actions. “Well, it was my suggestion, so I should be the one to get into trouble, not her.” He tugged at his bound arms, wishing he could break free of his manacles and bop those two on their heads.





They didn’t comment on him taking the blame, though, but simply flipped Ginny over on her stomach and made her get up on her knees. She whined some, but gave in to their shoves, her arse up in the air while her head still lay on its side. Amon retrieved the dildo Ginny had been wearing the day before while Paimon began prepping her up with some kind of lotion. Harry didn’t look away when they fit her bum with the rubbery phallus; it was too much of an education to see her bits like this in all of their glory, his eyesight catching every detail. He kept staring at her pink flower and imagining his tongue licking each petal. When they affixed the second set of chains to her bottom half, she gave a deep sigh. Paimon pulled several pillows from Harry’s side and fluffed them against the backboard, pushing Ginny to lie back on them comfortably. It brushed her hair out of her face as it had done before and once again Harry was curious about the affection.





But then the house elves were walking over to him and Harry had that niggling feeling that he was about to undergo the same fitting as Ginny. As soon as they made him roll over, he groaned knowingly, but didn’t bother to protest it this time. The practice still felt quite odd to Harry, but he supposed he would get used to it if this was going to be a daily thing. Paimon added the double chains to him, as well, and Harry merely rolled his eyes at Ginny, making her snicker. Unfortunately, with all the close-ups of Ginny’s body, and the attention to his, Harry’s cock had stiffened again, giving Amon a reason to brandish a wand and cast that snug tightness around his bollocks again. Harry sucked in his breath at the feel of it.





The final indignation before they left them was to serve lunch on their laps after making them drink a full glass each of pumpkin juice. He tried to detect any difference in the taste, but it seemed all right. Harry’s chains slackened only enough for him to reach the plate, but he didn’t have much of an appetite, still. He expected he’d be hearing another lecture from Ginny, though, if he didn’t at least try. The second the elves Disapparated, he swore loudly.





“Delightful, aren’t they?” he joked to Ginny, but she just shrugged her shoulder as she tucked into her cheese sandwich. “They seem to like you enough, though, especially Paimon.” He wasn’t trying to suggest anything unseemly by noting so and he quickly added his concerns to soften the observation. “I mean, I guess they’re a bit like Dobby in that they respond well to kindness. But still, creeeee-py.” He shivered theatrically while making exaggerated faces to glean a smile from her. When her half-grin sprung up lazily on her face, he decided to investigate more of her dealings with them.





“So….do they…do that often?” Harry glanced down at her lap before fixing his eyes back to her face. She blushed a little at the inspection.





“Um, you mean, the dildos?” but her expression suggested she knew exactly what he was asking.







“No, the other thing,” he replied just as vaguely. She stared down at her sandwich but didn’t appear inclined to answer. “Do they get you off like that a lot?” he finally clarified. “I’m sorry I got you into trouble.” He did feel bad about that, but not nearly as bad as the torture of being denied his release.





Ginny smirked. “Harry, it was my fault. I’m a bit greedy like that. I knew we weren’t supposed to be messing round, but I wanted you, alright? Those two have popped in before when I’ve gotten myself a bit too worked up, so it’s only happened a few times. Or three, or so...possibly. Okay, maybe four times.” She was still bright red but the blush was rather fetching on her.





“You like to play with yourself during the day, then?” When her eyes widened at the question, he stumbled a bit trying to sound less of a twit. “I mean, does it help any? You know, for uh, for later?” He had to wonder if this was how she manufactured the required stimulation necessary to get excited for the Great Fucker.





“If I can, yeah, it does.” She looked at his groin again, meaningfully. “I feel bad that I got off and you didn’t, though. That was right rude, that manoeuver. I’m the one should be sorry.”





“Well, not as sorry as me,” he grinned ruefully. “I reaaaally wanted that to happen.” When she smiled coyly back, he added, “You’re amazing at that.” He was being completely earnest with her, but it suddenly occurred to him that Ginny didn’t just know how to give great head, but was probably taught. The thought made him feel weird. While he appreciated the results, he didn’t like to think about the origins of her skill.





Ginny seemed to sense his apprehension because she was finding her sandwich very fascinating again. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, Harry. I enjoyed giving it,” she muttered. Something else suddenly occurred to Harry.





“Had you done that before?” Her eyes flashed to his again. “With other boys?” Ginny had been popular at school, after all. She seemed pinned by his gaze, but swallowed thickly before speaking, turning away as she did.





“Um, I—I did it once with Michael Corner. Just to know what it felt like,” she rushed. Her cheeks burned again. “But Dean was a sweet bloke and never made me feel like I had to do anything like that. He was fine with snogging.” Harry felt better hearing the confession, though. It wasn’t as bad as he might have thought.





“And what about Fuckface?” he finally asked, getting to the part he was most curious about. “What does he…uh, like? What does he make you do?” He tried to sound as matter-of-fact about it as he could, to avoid upsetting her again. “I imagine he’s quite…knowledgeable about a lot of stuff. He seems…what did you say? Kinky?”





Ginny appeared to ponder his question seriously, no longer embarrassed by the conversation. “Well, you could definitely say that about some things he likes. But most times, it’s pretty straightforward. He likes oral sex an awful lot,” she admitted.





Harry grimaced. “Eww. God, I don’t even want to think about what that thing must look like. There isn’t a snake head growing out of it, or anything, is there?” He might have been joking, but it was a definite concern.





“Um, no, but…it’s huge, so be forewarned. Although, uh, you already, er, figured that out, obviously,” she stammered while Harry turned beet red. “But that wasn’t what I meant, anyway,” she added quickly again.





Harry tried to recover from the idea that his girlfriend had watched him get buggered, but he let out a shaky breath before he continued. “What did you mean, then?” he urged her to explain, laying his wilted sandwich aside, but not having any clue as to what else she might be intimating.





“Oh, I just meant the other way round. He likes to give oral sex. A lot. For hours, sometimes.” Harry stared back at her dully, still not comprehending what she was saying. This was Riddle they were talking about. He didn’t do anything for others, he only pleased himself.





“Hang on,” he breathed, pausing another second as he collected his thoughts. “What the? Huh?” Ginny gave a snort of impatience and shook her head at the ceiling. “So…he goes…down on…you?” he tried again, his voice rising incredulously.





“Harry, what’s the problem? It’s not that mad to be partial to such a thing,” she huffed. But he quickly denied her misunderstanding.





“No, I didn’t say that, of course it isn’t. I’m just…surprised, alright? I mean, it’s kind of weird that he would be into that, I guess. It’s Snakefucker, right? He’s all big bad and selfish, not…not…not…” but he couldn’t say what he was thinking, it was too abstract a notion.





“I didn’t say he was a generous lover, Harry, I just said he liked sticking his tongue up my twat. I don’t even think he notices I’m on the other end of it, some nights. I’m about to faint away and he keeps at it like it’s he’s trying to clean the last bit of honey out of the jar, or something. Plus, he’s got this, I dunno, thing for his Mum, by the sound of it. Keeps whispering things to her right into my bonnet. It’s ruddy bizarre.”





“Oh,” was all he could think to say. “Er…so, you….don’t like it?”





Ginny brushed imaginary crumbs off her thighs as she moved her plate, too, her sandwich half-eaten. “I didn’t say that,” she mumbled. Harry felt awkward again and tried to take the conversation in another direction.





“Well, I don’t think he’s, like, got those kinds of Mummy issues. She wasn’t very pretty. Bit gormless, actually.” Ginny’s face snapped to his.





“How would you know?” she asked, her eyes narrowing.





“I’ve seen her before in someone’s memories in the Pensieve. It’s what I was doing with Dumbledore last year before…well, anyway, she tricked Fuckface’s dad into falling in love with her. He was a Muggle, you know. Didn’t I ever tell you that story?”





“No. No, you didn’t,” she remarked, staring down her nose at him with some suspicion. “But I’m sure Hermione and Ron know all about it.”





“Yes, well, I was sworn to secrecy, wasn’t I? I couldn’t tell you the details because Dumbledore told me to keep it to the three of us, but I—I thought I’d said something about Riddle being a halfblood, surely.”





“I think I would have remembered that, Harry,” she declared in an icy tone. “But whatever, I know they’re you’re best mates. I’m just the girlfriend, what do I matter.”





“Ginny! Don’t be absurd. I was trying to protect you by keeping you out of it.” He had no idea how this had gone tits up so rapidly.





“Well, bloody good show, there, Harry. Thank you so much,” she quipped, still looking annoyed.





“Gin! I—you—well, never mind all that.” He felt flustered now and tried to back his way out of it. “You were telling me what the tosspot is into, right? So, what else does he do to you? Does he make you come a lot?” His strident demands escalated until he was almost shrieking. “Why don’t you tell me about that, Gin? How many times do you have it off in a night with his enormous cock, anyway?”





But it seemed that the more ruffled Harry became, the calmer Ginny was. She stared at him coolly as she licked her lips suggestively. “Oh, I don’t know. I guess about four or five times when he’s on a roll. Depends on what he’s been up to before he gets here. He’s been looking for something and getting quite frustrated by the search. I told you, sex is relaxing for him. As soon as he’s had a few orgasms, he can be quite civil. Asks me what I like and such.” She jutted her chin forward as she scanned his face. “Says he likes to watch me when I come. He says I look—transcendent.”





Harry didn’t even know what that meant, but it riled him up, anyway. “Oh, yeah? Well, you look incredible,” he remarked heatedly. “And what did you tell him that you liked? I’m dying to know, Ginny. This is all very fascinating information.” His words were clipped while his volume increased, but his eyes were steadfast as they burned through her.





“I told him that I wanted a three-way,” she told him bluntly. “I said I wanted to take a cock up my bum and one up my cunt, and it would be really great for me if you were the other party involved.” That shut Harry up cold. He blinked at her a few times, his mouth closing and opening like a fish as he furiously tried to come up with a line of retaliation.





“You didn’t,” he finally breathed.





“I did. He was really thrilled by the idea, too. Of course, there was the small matter of you being unconscious at the time from a head trauma, but he was pretty adamant to get you back to health.” Ginny’s defiance was plain in the stiffness of her shoulders and neck, but then she grew tired all of a sudden, her body wilting back against the pillows languorously as she lay an arm under her head. She sighed in resignation. “Harry, please, let’s not start this, again. I did what I had to. We’re in a better position up here, anyway.”





Harry, still feeling the stiffness in his cock and the fullness in his bum, had to disagree, but he only made a face as if she were mad to suggest it. “Have you ever noticed that Amon has a wand, Harry?” she asked out of the blue. He paused in his mugging to contemplate the fact that he had sort of noticed it. House elves weren’t allowed to have wands, now that he thought about it, and he frowned when it dawned on him. “But it gets even weirder,” Ginny continued, growing excited. “He calls Amon sometimes, when we’re…you know, at it, and has him cast extra spells and stuff. You would think a ruler espousing pureblood dogma would be pretty strict about what his house elves are able to do. He doesn’t do it with Paimon, but for some reason, he has Amon follow him around like a familiar. It’s weird, because I thought that was Nagini’s purpose. He used to keep her right over there when he came to bed,” and she pointed to the strange structure on the hearth with the glowing belt of light around it, “but after you arrived, Harry, and he had you brought here, he stopped bringing Nagini altogether. Do you have any idea why he might have done that? It’s like he didn’t want you around that snake, for some reason.”





His mind was reeling with her observations, surprised that he hadn’t bothered to notice any of these things himself. In all of his dizzy spells when he could see into Riddle’s consciousness, Nagini was usually present. It was odd that she would be separated from her master now. Harry had to wonder if Dumbledore had been right and that perhaps Nagini was a Horcrux, after all. Maybe Tom had gotten scared when he realized that Harry knew something. But what could Harry really do in his current situation? Surely, Tom wasn’t threatened by him at the moment. What was he hiding, though? Harry had no idea what Amon might have to do with it all, however.





“That’s pretty strange, I admit. But Tom gets threatened easily. I don’t know, he’s been putting odd thoughts in my head,” he confessed.





Ginny looked offended. “Don’t call him that,” she sniffed. “What do you mean, he puts thoughts in your head? Like, suggestions, or something? To make you do things?”





“No,” he corrected, “I see his memories. He can see mine, too, since I can’t seem to block his Legilimens, but he was showing me things last night when he touched my scar. I could see stuff from his past. Like, sex stuff.”





She was watching him very carefully now. “Yeah? No wonder he was so into it.”





Harry frowned again. “Into it? What do you mean? We were high as a Wildfire Whiz-bang, Gin, I wasn’t giving him anything back. It was all pretty one-sided,” he insisted.





“I think it’s more than that, Harry. I was watching him with you. I had to concentrate a fair bit, but he was definitely focused on you in a way I’d never seen him before. He kept hissing in Parseltongue into your ear while he held on to you. After you passed out, he got right foul, like he had really, really wanted to have you again. I had to coax him not to use a Rennervate on you.”





His skin went clammy with the thought of Riddle wanting to fuck him repeatedly. That was just disturbing. Then again, that was pretty much what Ginny had been putting up with this whole time, hadn’t she? Perhaps Riddle was simply intrigued by some fresh meat. “Thanks, Gin, that makes me feel loads better.”





“Sorry,” she offered, but still looking him over curiously. “You can’t help it that you’re so bloody gorgeous everyone wants you, Harry,” she teased, but he only stared at her coldly. She seemed to have realized what she’d just said as her eyes widened, appearing contrite the next second. “Oh, Gods, I’m so sorry. That was an awful thing to say. I—I didn’t mean it like that.” It felt like she was honestly confused by her situation at times, Harry noted, still puzzled by her behaviour. How she could be so blasé about having sex against her will every night still freaked him out. Then again, he’d been brutally raped while she’d been up here having her bits licked out for hours. Harry didn’t want to get angry again, but he hadn’t figured out how to handle everything yet and he still wasn’t sure what to make of her approach. It must have been very difficult for her to feel victimized, though, if Riddle was constantly bringing up her sexually charged nature to his advantage. It seemed to Harry that Ginny had been raped by Riddle as a little girl and she hadn’t even understood it, so her perception of what was happening now was slightly off-kilter.





“Why do you think like that?” he confronted her. “Like, it’s no big deal what he’s doing, and we’re just biding our time until we can work out how we’re going to break free because it’s boring here, or something? Aren’t you sodding furious? Don’t you just want to tear him to pieces every time he puts a fucking hand on you? I feel sick that we have to, you know, do it with him again, and you’re telling me he likes to do it all night like it’s a laugh. This is not helping me, Gin.”





But Ginny’s face reflected her guilt, tears springing to her eyes as she shook her head. “I don’t mean to make light of it, I’m sorry. I am angry, Harry, I want to scream the place down with my rage and my fear, but it won’t help me and it won’t help you, either. I can’t think about it, what they—they did,” her voice had gone husky again as she drew herself up on her knees and reached for him ineffectively, “Merlin, Harry, if I see it in my head, I feel paralyzed. I have to push it away, box it up, or I’ll go mad. I won’t let them hurt you, ever again, I don’t care what I have to do,” she croaked. She brushed an errant tear away from her cheek, and shook her head at him again as if she couldn’t explain it any plainer. “But with Fuckface, you have to see it like a game, Harry. If you give him what he wants, then he’s in a better mood and you can manipulate him more easily. He wants Ginevra, who’s a filthy, little slut that can’t keep her legs closed, and so I give her to him. It doesn’t mean that’s all I am, though.”





Harry thought deeply about what she’d just said, willing to concede that she made some good points. Part of his brain acknowledged that Ginny had been keeping tabs on Riddle’s whereabouts, his moods, his needs, and this was all intelligence that they could use. He wouldn’t be much help in noticing the details to plan an escape, however, if he was too drugged up every time Riddle walked into the room. In order to remain aware, he was going to have to let Riddle think that he didn’t need the potions to stay manageable, that he could be as cooperative as Ginny when it came time for shagging. But he wasn’t happy about having to act like he wanted it. He wished he could box things up the way Ginny did, yet his emotions had always been so tempestuous and hard to control. And sex was still too new to him. The potions they’d given him might have healed his body, but Harry still felt bruised all over.





“Riddle’s not stupid, Gin. How do you stop him from being suspicious? If I’m too quick to play along, he’ll wonder what’s up. I have to put up some resistance, because he’s expecting it, but we have to get off the potions if we really want to be effective.”





“But that’s how we help each other, Harry. He knows how much we want each other already, so we just need to play that up and let him be a part of it. He’s always going to be distrustful, but oddly enough, he’s fond of me. And he’s attracted to you. He wants to lord it over you that he can throw you back to his Death Eaters any time, but it looks like he’s all talk, I don’ think he has any intention of sending you away. We can work with that, Harry. If you follow my lead, we can twist him round into thinking he’s got us under his control. You must realize that it’s only through him we have any chance to get out.” She’d gone very quiet, so that Harry had to strain to hear her last words, and when she glanced up at the corners of the room, he suddenly worried that they were being monitored. What if Riddle could hear them? He cursed himself for not thinking of it sooner, realizing now that Snape had purposely whispered the news to him about the disabled rescue mission. Snape was still a git, though. He fastened his eyes to hers solemnly and gave her a determined nod.





“All right, Ginny. I’ll give it a go.”





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By the time the house elves had come to feed them their supper, Harry felt much more resolute. He and Ginny had talked quite a bit as they passed the time and she had shared memories of her childhood of a more innocent nature with him that had been a good counterpoint to all of the upheaval and drama of the morning. He liked listening to her talk, it didn’t really matter what she was saying, most times. There was an ease in her conversation that settled his nerves, like they could very well be in her backyard feeding the chickens while she rambled, or in the Great Hall at Hogwarts, that the truth didn’t have to invade the inner sanctum her words built up for him.





His meal consisted of a meat and potato stew, the thick chunks of tender lamb swimming in a heady mélange of spices amidst carrots and onions, and he devoured it this time, finally feeling his hunger return. When he was handed a glass of wine to go with his supper, he guzzled it down like juice, the full, woodsy flavor of it hitting him afterward. He scrunched up his face at the taste, but Ginny laughed and told him to try sipping next time. Within minutes of consumption, that drowsy feeling floated over him like a warm blanket, but he discovered that focusing his attention on outside sensations helped to keep him somewhat even-keeled, while enjoying the buzz the potion or the wine had produced. Perhaps it was both. Ginny’s face was of a particular aid in establishing coherent thoughts. She was so expressive when she talked that he found himself drawn to the subtle nuances that would appear there, whether it was the flecks of color in her irises that glinted in her good spirits, the creases around her nose when she teased him, or the bloom that tinged her cheeks every time she mentioned his body. The inflections in her voice were a whole other delight for him.





When their nursemaids returned to take away their plates and prepare them for Voldemort’s visit, Harry was feeling quite relaxed. He ignored Amon’s odious presence as best he could, simply following the directions he was moved into, but would intermittently prompt Ginny with more questions whenever she fell silent. As long as she was nattering blithely, he could lose himself in her voice and allow the indignities to happen with little fuss. He had already been shaved and pierced the day before, so he figured he wouldn’t have to endure as much this time around, and his assumption was fairly accurate. The enema was still difficult to take, but at least this time he was still stoned enough not to worry what Ginny was thinking about it all. After their bath, he was laid on the bed side by side with her, both on their fronts, while the gruesome twosome massaged them with some fragrant smelling lotions. Harry felt like he was quite literally melting into the bed, but he was able to fixate on one thought with enough determination that he could crawl his fingertips over to Ginny’s hand and grab hold of it tightly.





They were primped again, although this time their restraints were accented with vibrant purples, the chains back to silver. It seemed like they were adding more make-up on Harry this time, plucking his eyebrows quite painfully before using a soft brush to wipe something across his lids. Paimon even used a thin brush to apply a bit of color to his lips, but Harry tried valiantly not to give a rat’s arse. It didn’t really matter what he looked like, he reminded himself distantly. Ginny looked as beautiful as she had the day before, her hair down and lustrous, but he mused that it was easy for them to do, she was already a stunner without the decoration. Paimon had painted flowers on her body, though, little petals of lavender with bright, yellow centers adorning her thighs and pelvis. From his vantage, they looked as if they were framing the fleshy flower between her legs, and Harry had to wonder what Riddle had planned for them tonight. But then the elves were artfully arranging them into their awaiting positions. They were both facing each other at the center of the bed, sitting on their legs with knees touching, when Amon spread Ginny’s legs and pushed her up on Harry’s lap. He gasped at the contact, their bits so close even though his cock was still wretchedly locked in its state of arousal. Seemingly taking a cue from Riddle’s games last night, Amon connected them at their nipples again, shortening the chains so that Harry and Ginny had to stay close. It felt incredible, Harry couldn’t stop himself from moaning aloud, and when his hands were clasped together behind him with one chain link running up to the top of the headboard, he hissed from the pull against the pressure at his chest.





Ginny was just as vocal when they attended her, but they weren’t just mimicking what they had done to Harry, rather they were fastening her limbs together in constructive poses. With arms behind her, the wrist bracelets were clipped to the ones around her ankles, Paimon slapping her arse until she was off her haunches and had straightened up. But then it took the chain at her throat and ran it to the board, pulling her head backward in the hold. Now her tits were straining against the weight from Harry’s body as Amon shortened the links just a bit more. Her entire body was trembling from the strain, to be precise, but Harry couldn’t help the intense desire he was feeling at having her chained to him so erotically. She was only able to stare up at the ceiling bound the way she was, but she kept calling for him in the most enticing moans, as if she were in the grip of a fever and needed him to cool her flaming skin. The pulsing in his prick grew tighter and hotter the more she did it, until he felt as mad as her with his longing.





It felt like they had been left this way for quite some time before the pair heard the door open and slam shut, almost as violently as Snape had treated it earlier. Harry lazily swung his head to see the cretin’s entrance and was surprised to see that Riddle did not look his usual, gloating self. He looked downright livid.





“Well, well, well. Aren’t you children just the very picture of debauchery?” he snarled. “Wouldn’t my Death Eaters love to see this on the dining room table? You might even start a riot, my lovelies, the response would be so enthusiastic.” He flung something hard against the wall and it fell to the floor. “But alas, they are out of luck.” He had waltzed up to their bedside and laid a hand on each of their shoulders. “Because you’re both only for my touch, aren’t you? Being in charge has to come with some—fucking—rewards.” His clipped tone could barely constrain the rage underneath. The Riddle suddenly sighed heavily. “You would think I would have more than a few decent minds under my command, but these men are barely competent some days. Businessmen and playboys with little concept of strategy, it seems, although their ruthlessness can be impressive. I need an army of generals and I’ve got an abundance of dandys, instead. Hedonists that care more for their pleasure than the cause,” he grumped.





Harry listened with interest to the rant before Riddle paused for a few moments. The hand at Harry’s shoulder squeezed tight and then he watched Riddle lean over Ginny’s upturned face. “Ah, Ginevra, you’re just what I need this evening. You know what soothes me best. You look ravishing as always,” he commented before bending down to kiss her on the lips. Ginny’s hair fanned out over her shoulders and down her back. Riddle took a clump on the crown of her head and fisted it tightly as his tongue delved into her receiving mouth. Harry watched them snogging; not quite feeling jealous or angry, or even turned on, but absorbing everything about Ginny’s response, his body still vibrating lightly. She was kissing Riddle the way she kissed him, Harry really couldn’t see a difference. When Riddle stood up and then looked at Harry with something approaching hunger in his red eyes, he felt like he was about to take his OWLs, a nervous energy dancing up his spine and roiling in his gut. As soon as it became obvious that Riddle was about to kiss him, too, Harry started to chant a mantra in his head, pretend it’s Gin, pretend it’s Gin, hoping he could pull it off. Riddle took hold of his hair the way he had cupped Ginny’s before descending to his lips. Harry’s tongue shot out to lick them right before Riddle pressed down on them, quick to catch Harry’s tongue and suck on it sensually. Harry closed his eyes, floating on the potion’s chemical inductions, while he thought about kissing her. Surprisingly, it wasn’t too jarring when his mouth twisted around Riddle’s, the man’s lips were soft and wet and distinctly directive. It was strange not to have a nose butting into his, but he could feel the tiny gusts of breaths from those slitted nostrils tickle his top lip. Riddle’s tongue demanded entrance again and Harry opened his mouth wider, suddenly feeling it, a squirming in his groin while wings flapped around his prick, the little brushes of air sweeping his skin.





Riddle moaned deeply as he continued the kiss, the tongue plunging enough to lick the back of Harry’s tonsils. When Harry heard himself moan in answer, he jolted suddenly, shocked by his reaction. The lips against his turned up into a smile and chuckled softly.





“Ah, Harry, I see you are learning. That is very good, very nice. We shall have some fun tonight, I think.” He pulled Harry’s head back, almost viciously, and stared into his eyes; into his soul, it felt like. Harry couldn’t imagine what he was seeing there. “I had to sit through Severus criticizing my lapse in good judgment over the choice of potion you were given yesterday. He claims I could have killed you. So we’re going to take it a bit slower tonight, let you ease into things, Harry, and try to keep you conscious this time out. We don’t want a repeat of last night, do we? Things had just been getting interesting when we lost you. I had to fuck your girlfriend several more times to make up for the disappointment.” Harry tried not to let the grin that accompanied the declaration get a rise out of him, floating again in that sea of sensation. His gaze burned through Riddle in a challenge, though.





“I can take whatever you dish out, Tom,” he murmured confidently. Riddle’s leer fell at first, but then the grin came back and he laughed out loud.





“Oh, Harry, you amuse me. How delightful. I thought perhaps you were only worth looking at, but that you’d have all the charm as that boring codger, Albus, with that stick permanently wedged up his arse. All to protect his greater good. Of course, knowing that old queen, he probably enjoyed being rogered by all manner of implements.”





Harry couldn’t help his flinch, this time. That was an image that he really didn’t need. But Riddle’s hand had moved to cup his bollocks and Harry jerked his body again at the invasiveness of it. “Did he like to visit you in your dorm room late at night, Harry? Get you to show him more of your innate gifts? No? I suppose I can believe that a fool such as him would let a nice piece of arse like yours go to waste. Whatever did you do together? The lessons you showed me, my boy, seemed so dull and so much like work. You sure Albus never gave you any instruction in sucking cock? With that mouth, Harry, it would seem you would have a natural talent for it.”





Harry was ready to voice his retort, mouth open, when Riddle slammed their faces together his once more, his lips bruising this time. It was as though Riddle was fucking his mouth, the way he kept tonguing him so relentlessly, fingers rubbing up and down Harry’s enduring hard-on driving him to distraction. He groaned in his throat and heard Ginny sound her own protest. The devil drew back.





“All right, that’s enough romance. Let’s get on with it.” Riddle had put his hands up to his throat, unknotting the black frog clasps at the rounded collar of his magenta robes. His hands flew quickly down the rest of the eyelet hooks until the robe was opened and Harry got a first glimpse of the flesh underneath. The madman dispatched his clothes in one swooping lift of his arms, the heavy material flouncing to the ground behind him while he revealed his nude form. Harry’s sight was fixed straight ahead to the most dominating feature on the pale, wiry body. Shite. Holy fuck. Ginny hadn’t been kidding. He might even have been a bit envious if that behemoth hadn’t been destined for his arse. The worst part was that the git was on his way to being fully erect, the prick pointing to the bed like some saber poised for dueling.





“Time to be separated, children. I want you both in position for inspection.” He clapped his hands and instantly, Harry and Ginny fell backwards when the chains holding them together disappeared. Ginny’s collar was apparently freed, as well, and she swiftly rolled over back on her knees, but struggled to get up with her wrists and ankles still so closely linked. Harry moved to help her, even though his own hands were still resting behind him on the top of his bum, but Riddle slapped him hard on his flank and pushed him to face the other side of the room, back at that creepy painting. He pressed Harry’s back until he’d leaned over enough that his arse was out. Ginny whined with her efforts. “Come along, Ginevra, you can do it. This is what happens when we don’t follow rules. Things get difficult.”





Harry glanced to his side to watch her finally get her body over so she could get as close to the same position as him. Riddle pushed Ginny’s head to the bed nonchalantly and tucked up her bum higher, making her lift her legs up in the movement. Then his fingers were inside her, poking around like she was a bird in the oven having its temperature gauged. When he watched Tom suck on his fingers this time, testing her flavor, Harry’s mouth hung open in expectation, wanting to try her, too. Riddle apparently noticed and smiled at Harry wickedly. “In due time, boy. I get to go first, today.” He continued to fiddle with Ginny, however, pulling out the dildo in her rear and testing how many fingers she could take comfortably. When he finished with her, he turned to Harry. A cold sweat had broken upon his skin under that searing gaze.





“Let’s see how you’re doing, shall we? Make sure it’s all well again.” Harry faced forward again to avoid having to look at what Riddle was doing, but he certainly felt everything. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, willing the wine or the potion, or whatever it was, to keep him calm. Once the object had been removed, he felt an itching in the absence, but soon wet, coated fingers were entering the space and Harry adjusted his knees to spread out a bit. While half of his brain felt alarmed that this was happening, that he could actually feel a third digit pressing into him, he concentrated on that fullness and motion creating a certain kind of arousal in his throbbing cock and along his spine. Riddle kept moving them in and out as if he were massaging Harry’s insides, bumping up against something that made Harry’s entire body tingle, his nipples practically screaming for attention. By the time that the phallus was back inside of him, Harry was breathing in great bursts and not sure why he was still so incredibly stimulated.





“Excellent. Tell me, young ones, how much did you actually do with each other?” Riddle was suddenly casual, lying down between them but turning his frame so that he was on his back and his bald head at the other side of the bed. He held out his hands to them and then snapped his fingers dually, releasing their arms from behind them in the action. Ginny fell forward with a thump onto her shoulders, while Harry managed to stay upright, bringing his limbs around to rub at his forearms and relieve the tension. He reached out a hand to pull Ginny back up. “Well? I asked a question.” Riddle could be a tetchy bastard, Harry noted with irritation.





“Um, not much. You know the gist of it,” Ginny confessed as she got on her hands and knees and crawled to Riddle’s hip, seating herself beside him.





“Ah, so mostly mutual masturbation, then? No cunnilingus, Harry? You are a slow one.”





Harry scowled. “Bugger off. We’re not sexual deviants like you. And we’re only teenagers, besides.” It was strange to be unshackled with Voldemort right within reach, but he knew he couldn’t really do much. A burst of violence would only get him, or worse, Ginny, killed.





“Oh, that means nothing, Harry. Why, I lost my virginity at the age of twelve to one of the professors at Hogwarts. She was a lonely woman, quite strict and meticulous in her classes, but intensely passionate in private. I grew tired of her clinginess very quickly, though. Too many pickings around to stick with one sad cliché, was my experience. And when you’re a Prefect, everyone knows that their arse is yours if you so please it. Well, at least the Slytherins knew it. I suspect you Gryffindors are too big for you britches, believing all of your hype and acting too self-righteous to know how to have any fun. Although, I see there are exceptions,” he smirked at Ginny’s reddening face. But then he stared straight at Harry.





“Do you really believe that burying your face in Ginevra’s lovely fanny is an example of deviance, Harry?” Harry looked over to her apologetically. That wasn’t what he had meant at all.





“No. I mean, I don’t think Ginny’s body is there for me to help myself to whenever I want. I might think about going down on her, but I would have wanted to make sure she was comfortable with it, first. Like you said…mutual. I’d want us both to enjoy it.”





Riddle laughed boisterously before dropping a hand down to his monstrous cock, grabbing hold of the root like the handle of a Beater’s bat and stroking it languorously as if it were the most common thing to do in mixed company. “Oh, she wants it, Harry, believe me.” His harsh giggles only added to the lascivious tone. “Gin-e-vra,” he intoned in that sing-song way again, “something needs attention.” Immediately, Ginny leaned over his pelvis and held his cock in her grip, her tongue swirling the head as she pushed back the foreskin. Harry stared fixated to the spectacle, but jumped slightly when a hand stroked the top of his leg. “Come here, boy.”





Riddle dragged him over to lean in for another kiss while Ginny sucked around the sides of that overgrown staff like she was tackling one of Honeydukes giant lollies. Harry kept peering out of his peripheral vision to see how she was faring while Riddle kept trying to bring his face closer to his for a deeper snog. His hand choked Harry’s collar suddenly when he pushed him back, his grin smeared across his face. “She’s a smashing little cocksucker, Harry, don’t you agree? I hear she couldn’t keep her mouth off of you, earlier. That’s our Ginevra, voracious and sneaky.” He reached out to stroke her head but then narrowed his eyes back at Harry. “I’m assuming you’ve never played round robin with your dorm mates, then? No hi-jinks in the middle of the night between friends? We’ll have to give you a little lesson, your girlfriend and I.”





Harry wasn’t sure what Riddle was talking about at first, but when he began pushing Harry’s head in the direction of the tree trunk Ginny was currently trying to fit in her gob, he gulped visibly. He didn’t know if he was ready for this. Her eyes slid to his while she worked; a hand out in invitation suddenly as the other one slid up and down in sure strokes. Harry followed her lead, just as he said he would, and let her pull him closer. When she wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled him down to her mouth, now sucking the tip of Riddle’s cock as she bent her head sideways, he stared at her pouty lips rotating around that knob in wonder. Then she was pressing his mouth to hers, Riddle’s cock in the way, but the two of them kissing around it. Harry felt a bit excited by the manouever. He pushed everything else out of his head and only thought about wanting to fuck Ginny, wanting to lick her whole body, wanting to feel good, and to feel sexual. Riddle obviously wanted them…liberated, somehow, as though he could prove something about their character, Harry thought with detachment. If she could manage to get off on blowing this freak underneath them, then he could do it, too. Harry thought about how much easier it would be to overcome Riddle if he were delirious with desire, if they had the right weapon on hand. It could be done, surely.





“Mmmm, yes, that’s the stuff. Lick my balls, Ginevra, you know how I like that.” Riddle spread his legs open a bit more and Ginny climbed over one to sit in the middle, dropping her head low to tongue his hefty bollocks. Harry panicked for a moment at being left at the top all alone, but it suddenly occurred to him that he had a todger of his own and could probably do just as well at wanking Riddle as Ginny could. One hand wrapped around Riddle’s prick, already moving it in steady strokes, but he was amazed at the thickness in his firm grip, trying to imagine that this was his own knob that he was fisting yet stumbling over the disparity in size. He felt fingers card through his hair before they were pressing the back of his head, the hint not lost on him, but making him feel nervous again. That was a lot of cock to stuff into his mouth. How did Ginny do it, he marveled. Harry’s tongue poked out tentatively to lick at the glistening head, already oozing with Riddle’s desire. He didn’t know what to make of the taste, but he pressed on, making circular patterns on its rim the way he had seen Ginny do to him, before covering it with skin in the upstroke. When his hand slid down, taking the foreskin with him, Harry put the entire squishy glans in his mouth, ignoring the precum flavoring his taste buds, and suckled it, pressing the tip of his tongue to the slight indentation just under the inverted vee at the rim. He heard Ginny moan underneath him and it was as if electric volts had juiced up his erogenous spots; his chest, dick, and arse throbbing more intently.





“Ahh, yesssss, Harry, take more,” Riddle hissed, and suddenly Ginny was kissing Harry’s throat, purring into it as Harry bent his head a little lower to fill more of his mouth. Her small hand scooped up his bollocks and began twiddling them, then tugging more insistently as her purrs turned to growls. The sounds and sensations filled his head before traveling along his skin like musical notes. He realized after a few minutes that he had descended down the shaft quite a ways, but hadn’t noticed with Ginny’s attention on him. Her lips were right next to his, then, kissing the side of his mouth while he sucked. He felt wild from the attack on his senses and the ever increasing arousal zinging low in his belly. Harry thought that without the barrier around his balls, he might have come himself, he was so turned on at the moment. His eyes were closed as he let that cock go deeper, almost hitting his throat before he pulled back, Ginny now licking at the shaft right where his lips extended so they could meet halfway. She was moaning like mad, so he had to pull off of Riddle so he could kiss her, his tongue pushing its way in on contact. There were more groans independent of the two of them, but Harry erased the rest of Riddle out of the picture, just focusing on what was right in front of him. Even when Ginny brought them back to Riddle’s knob, the two of them slashing tongues around it and each others, Harry wanted her more than anything he’d ever wanted in his life. It slowly crept into his consciousness that Riddle was getting close to a release, though, and as soon as he went to pull back, a hand was back at his neck holding him in place.





“Don’t move, my dears. Keep going until I say so.” With the hissing involved, Harry wasn’t sure if that had been Parseltongue or otherwise, but he stayed with Ginny snogging and sucking at the head while both of their hands sped up their pace, somehow keeping in rhythm. He heard the crescendo of Riddle’s moans with the encroaching orgasm upon them, and at the instant that the man went silent Harry’s head was wrenched back with Ginny’s as white ropes of spunk shot up and splat across Harry’s face. And then it was raining, a hail of warm globs on his skin while Ginny cried out. Harry spluttered in shock, his eyes shut tight against the barrage.





It seemed like many minutes passed by as Harry sat there numb, his face covered in Voldemort’s seed, before he heard a call that boomed through the room.





“Amon!!” A crack sounded the arrival of the creature. “Clean them up,” came Riddle’s bored demand. Harry hesitantly opened an eye, and caught Ginny staring back at him. His mouth hung open looking quite ungainly, he was sure, but he couldn’t get his mind to wrap around what had just happened, even though the evidence was all over her pretty face. But even as they faced each other, Amon was waving a wand and muttering an Evanesco to clear the traces. It suddenly dawned on Harry that this was what Riddle had pulsed into his arse last night and he felt dirty. Surely that issue was as evil as the man who spawned it. He didn’t dwell on it long, though, as the house elf produced a towel and was rubbing them down, wiping bits of the stuff out of their hair. Then Harry was being moved to the center of the bed, his body positioned in place, while Ginny was brought before him on her back. Amon had cuffed her wrists and ankles together again, leaving her knees open, but was tying black straps around her thighs. When Riddle put a hand to Harry’s neck once more and pushed him low to the mattress, almost at Ginny’s quim, Harry started to get an inkling of his next lesson.





“You’re quite sensual, Harry, I’m impressed,” Riddle remarked, his exertions still heavy in his breathing. “I should think you’ll take to this activity even more intuitively. It will give me some time to recoup, and Ginevra will adore being the recipient of your attention. She loves this, so do her proud. Now, do you know what the clitoris is, Harry?”





It appeared that Riddle took his ‘lesson’ to heart, spending several minutes explaining the terminology and function of each membrane and tissue mass of Ginny’s cunt. He waved a hand and the straps at Ginny’s thighs cinched tighter and pulled in opposite directions, stretching her wider for them both. When Riddle slid two fingers into her slit and instructed Harry what to feel for, how to move them for maximum effect, Harry did his best to keep a straight face, glancing at Ginny as he rolled his eyes skyward. None of it sounded particularly sexy, and all Harry wanted to do was put his mouth on her bits and start licking away. Once Riddle removed his fingers and held them out for Harry to suck on like cake batter out of a bowl, he started to get more into it.





“Ginevra, what would you like Harry to do?” the snake-man asked in faux sweetness. She shifted her body around and whined, watching Harry, her eyes almost black. “Ginevra? Harry is waiting,” Riddle goaded.





“Lick—lick my cunt, Harry. Suck on my clit while you finger fuck me. Mmmm, fuck me with your tongue.” Her voice had started out in a tentative whisper, but grew more feral the more she talked. Harry wanted nothing more than to give her everything she asked for.





“Oh, Ginevra, let’s hope Harry can appreciate a woman who knows what she wants, eh? You’re such a little slag.” He pet Harry’s hair and then nudged him forward. That was all Harry needed to stick his tongue into those pink folds, already so excited from the display and the scent that he was instantly burrowing into her slit, feeling no hesitancy in doing so. He didn’t care that Riddle’s face loomed close to his, watching Harry’s progress while coaching in murmurs. He showed Harry where to find that little nub at the top of her pubis that made her cry out in such pleasure Harry felt his heart swell with his prick. He slipped his fingers inside of her, feeling that velvet hug, and he could almost smell the trees in the Forbidden Forest, the saltiness on the air from the lake. When he tightened his lips around that fleshy pith and did as she asked, the pulse in his mouth like a tiny beating heart, he sucked until she screamed, her bottom thrusting upward pushing her cunt into his face. Harry’s skin burned, he felt on fire. He imagined he could do this for hours, too. The liquid dribbling into his gullet was fine, he loved that he was coaxing such volume from her core. Once Riddle suggested it was time to work his tongue inside of her, Harry followed his guidance instantly. He was moaning now, right into her quim, stiffening his tongue so he could wield it forward in little thrusts.





As Riddle put a hand to Harry’s throat, he thought nothing of it until he heard the hissing susurration of a spell being cast next to his ear. His tongue began to feel strange; longer, as though it were expanding inside of her. He groaned and went to pull back, but Riddle held him tightly in place, and then Harry could definitely feel swelling at the tip. A low came from above him; Ginny seemed to feel it, too. It wasn’t just growing in length, though, but thickening in girth. Harry suddenly panicked and tried to pull away again, this time Riddle leaving him free, but his tongue caught fast in the walls of her twat. He screamed in his throat, Ginny echoing him a second later, but Riddle’s only reaction was to move both of Harry’s hands to the top of her quim, showing him where to stroke as he spoke to him soothingly.





“This gives you an opportunity to explore her, Harry. There’s so much to feel here. Spend some time teasing out all manner of responses from her body. You control her now. She wants you to overwhelm her, to plunge her into so much ecstasy she’ll be recovering for days. Listen to her sounds, the flutters of her sex, know when she’s ready for frenzy and when she wants it lightly. Go, child. She’s begging for it.”





It was as if Harry himself had morphed into his cock, becoming nothing more than a projectile, his whole being in his tongue as he fucked her with it. His fingers diddled her clit as he’d been told, but he was barely aware of what they were doing, his brain overrun by sensations. After a while, Ginny’s dribbling core was more of a deluge, he could feel her come all down his chin, the rivulets rolling down his neck to his chest. But he was still joined to her and so he kept going, his body throbbing at all points. When she came again a bit later, he keened into her as his throat furiously swallowed what it could, the rest of her fluids dousing him some more. By the time the third orgasm rolled around, Harry no longer felt earthbound, he was only soaring now. Even in his dazed state, he detected a shifting behind him and above him. Ginny was exhausted, her movements sluggish, while Riddle was suddenly fiddling with the dildo in Harry’s arse. Part of his brain noted the removal, but when something larger was pressed against him, a hand squeezing his scrotum, he could only spread his knees so that at least he’d be remotely comfortable when he was pierced by that monstrosity.





Riddle fucked him while Ginny rutted feebly against his mouth. The pain in his jaw was starting to become more of a presence, so much so that his groaning was less about ardor and more about discomfort. When they were finally released, Harry was ready to weep, the entire bottom half of his face screaming. But he didn’t have much time to complain as Riddle wrapped arms around Harry’s torso and pulled him upright on his cock, bouncing him up and down hard enough that Harry was seeing stars again. Not quite cognizant, Harry watched as Ginny was lifted magically into the air and ferried over to them. She looked fairly out of it, but her eyes were able to focus on Harry for the most part and when Riddle summoned her to them, her binds still keeping her intractable, her head fell back in a long moan as she was dropped on to Harry’s begging knob. Their three bodies moved as one, Riddle keeping them in rhythm by holding on to Harry’s waist tightly as he pummeled his hole, Ginny sliding along Harry independently from the spell. It went on like that for a while before Riddle and Ginny came, almost simultaneously, but it wasn’t until they’d tried several more configurations that Harry had finally been allowed to climax, on his back as Ginny sucked him off with Riddle’s bollocks stuffed in his mouth.





After Riddle wearied of the sex, he had Amon wrap Ginny and Harry in an embrace, locking their limbs behind the others back and placing them at the foot of the bed. He then had them chained to the bedpost by their collars before soundly falling asleep. In the dark room, Harry could feel Ginny breathing in time to his heartbeat, her head tucked into his neck.





“Gin,” he whispered faintly. “Are you okay?” He felt her nod her head up and down under his chin. Then she slowly slid her mouth up to his ear as close as she could reach.





“What about you? Are you going to be all right, Harry?” she whispered back. He nodded to her, too, hearing her sigh against him. Her lips puckered to his sore jaw. The fatigue was settling into his bones, already having laid waste to his muscles, but he made sure to turn his head so he could kiss her forehead.





“I know it’s fucked up, but I’m glad that you’re with me through all this, Harry.” Ginny’s hushed voice still sounded plaintive to his ears.





“I’m glad I’m with you, too, Gin. I feel stronger with you,” he admitted. He paused, his chest tight, before turning to her again. “I love you, you know.” He spoke it as quietly as he could, not wanting to wake the slumbering beast.





Ginny was silent, but hugged him tighter, her face in his chest as tears trickled down, her shoulders shaking. Harry stared up into the dark ceiling and promised himself once more that he would get her out of this place. She had saved him, and now it was his turn to save her. He wouldn’t let her down.









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