Changing Ideals

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Disclaimer: That\'s right, I still don\'t own any of this. No suing. Hehe.

Warnings: Graphic rape scene. If that bothers you, don\'t read. I suggest you hit the back button immediately. Flames will be used to fuel my fire to write more evil scenes like this one. If your delicate little minds can\'t handle it, but you still want to read my story, then I suggest you wait for the next update. Again, I caution you. This chapter contains a graphic rape scene, boys on boys, forcefully.

Chapter 22: The Incident and the Infirmary

Struggling against Dean\'s tight grip, Harry managed to wriggle his way out of the arms of his \'attacker\'. "What the fuck do you think you\'re doing, Thomas?!" Harry exclaimed. Seeing the odd manic glint in the boy\'s eyes, Harry gulped nervously, edging around the room to keep himself as far away from the maniac as possible. Finally taking a good look around the classroom, Harry swore silently when he realized that the only exit was the one that Dean was blocking. He really hated to hurt the boy, or use magic on him, but that appeared to be the only way he would be able to get out if talking didn\'t work. Trying to talk in pacifying tones, Harry said, "Dean, now, why did you brme ime in here? What\'s wrong?"

"Oh, cut the bullshit, Potter. I\'m sure you know what I want," leering at Harry, Dean attempted to lunge at the other boy, who quickly sidestepped to avoid him. "Just hold still. I can make it quite enjoyable for the both of us."

Narrowing his eyes, Harry growled at Dean. "Don\'t even think about it, Thomas. You\'re one sick, fuck." Practically spitting in rage, Harry slowly reached for his wand. "I have no interest in doing anything that you\'re eluding to." Before Harry was able to draw his wand from the folds of his robes, he felt another hand clamp around his seeking wrist, startling him. Who the Hell is in here with us? Twisting around with the hand still grasping his own, Harry found himself face to face with the amused aquamarine eyes of Blaise Zabini. Groaning mentally, Harry said, "Blaise, what the Hell are you doing? I thought you were in a relationship? It must be pretty fucked up with all the things you do."

"Actually, I\'m not anymore." Giving a seductive smirk to the boy, Blaise wrapped his arms around the smaller boy, pulling him against his broad chest. "How could I be in a relationship with anyone when I have to watch you every day? Always teasing," breaking off, Blaise nipped at Harry\'s neck, drawing a startled gasp from the effectively trapped boy. "Every time I saw you I wanted to grab you, own you, possess you, fuck you." The end of Blaise\'s sentence was practically growled out and punctuated by him squeezing Harry\'s crotch with one of his free hands, the other keeping a secure hold on the boy.

Hearing a chuckling, Harry suddenly remembered that Dean was in there with them. He gulped as his nervousness of before turned to sheer fear at his current situation. He wasn\'t so sure that he could handle two of them. Thinking quickly, Hadug dug the heel of footfoot into Blaise\'s, feeling his grip loosening. Making a desperate attempt to wiggle out of his captivity, Harry cries outdespdespair as he feels the hands grabbed him once again, wrenching his wand from the hand that had snuck into his robes.

"Naughty little thing. Now we\'ll have to teach you a lesson," Blaise said, chuckling evilly and running his hands across Harry\'s chest and down to his hips, grinding his own erection into the captive boy\'s rear. peripering, Harry attempted to pull his back side away from the rubbing Blaise, only to push himself against Dean, who had moved to stand directly in front of the preoccupied Harry.
"So pretty. We\'re going to enjoy this." That was the only warning that Harry received before Dean descended onto him, biting, licking, and pinching any areas he could get to. "Too many clothes,&; he; he growled, quickly grabbing the robes and ripping, not at all caring about destroying the other boy\'s property, or the fact that he kept muttering for them to stop, to release him.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. This...this isn\'t happening! It can\'t be! They wouldn\'t! Oh God! Somebody make them stop! Somebody help me! Please! Attempting to hold in his cries, Harry tries to block what is happening to him. Feeling the last vestiges of clothing brutally torn from his body, he is ripped back into the conscious world, about to feel the horrors of rape again. He knew he couldn\'t allow this to go on. This revelation caused the abused boy to start struggling wildly, fearing for his safety, fearing for his very own life. Feeling Dean\'s tongue seek entrance to his mouth, Harry opens, allowing the intruder to escape into his mouth. Biting down as hard as he can, Harry gasps in pain, releasing the invading tongue, when Dean punches into his gut.

"Bloody Hell! The goddamn cock sucker bit my tongue!" Crying in outrage, Dean starts pummeling on the poor, defenseless boy, causing him to give out muffled groans of pain.

"Dean! Not so rough!" Blaise gives Dean a loolearlearly stating that he won\'t get to play anymore if he doesn\'t calm down. "We wouldn\'t want our pretty, little toy to be unconscious when we get to the fun parts, now would we?"

Wiping the spit and blood off his lips with the back of his hand, Dean grins and leers lecherously at the other boys, shaking his head. "No, no. We wouldn\'t want that, Blaise. You\'re right, absolutely right." Advancing againan fan forcefully kisses a submissive Harry. He had no air in him to fight off the invasion, instead allowing the other boy to dominate him as self-preservation kicked in. He now realized that he never stood a chance against the two. If it were one on one, he might have had a chance, but there were tf thf them. Hanging his head in shame when Dean released his mouth, Harry gave a startled yelp when he felt a finger push past the first ring of muscles at his puckered entrance.

"Oh God! So tight! Damn, this is going to be delicious!" Finger fucking the boy with one un-lubbed digit, Blaise chuckled at Harry\'s squirming, his futile attempts to get away from the probing finger. "Hmm...that\'s it Potter, squirm me. me. Feels so good." Noticing that caused the boy to stop moving all together, Blaise frowned, pug hig his finger from Harry\'s hole. About to sigh in relief, Harry cried out in pain as something much larger was pushed into his anus, completely un-lubbed and unprepared. Attempting to get away from what ever it was, Harry found himself being forced back onto the mysterious object.

"Damn, Blaise. I never thought of using that the way you did." Watching in fascination, Dean felt himself stiffen as he watched Blaise brutally fuck Harrth tth the handle of the whip they had brought with them. Seeing Harry\'s own blood coating the handle caused Dean to about loose his load. Deciding it was time to get into the action himself, Dean quickly undressed, moving around to help Blaise rid himself of his clothing as well.

Once both boys were fully nude, Dean went back around the front of Harry, reaching down to Harry\'s flaccid penis, and placing it in his hands. "Hmm...how lovely. t itt it\'s a beauty when it\'s alivuot;uot; Grinning lecherously again, Dean dropped to his knees. "Let\'s see if I can\'t wake your little monster up." Swiftly pulling the sleeping cock into his mouth, Dean started to suck, bobbing up and down, and occasionally humming. Pulling back, Dean frowned when he noticed he wasn\'t having any sort of effect on the boy. "Damnit, why isn\'t this working?!"

"Sorry, Dean," Harry said between pants, gasping for air as the pain tore through his abused backside. "You just don\'t do it for me."

"Shut up!" Smacking him across the faDeanDean pushed Harry to his knees, causing him to grunt in pain as the handle of the whip was brutally shoved further up his ass than it was ever meant to go. Realizing Dean\'s intentions, Be pue put his hand on Harry\'s back, applying pressure to force him onto his hands and knees. He then went back to savagely fucking Harry with the whip. "Open wide, Potter, got a little something for you." Keeping his mouth as tightly shut as he could, Harry felt hands pressing into the sides of his jaws, attempting to force his mouth open. "Oh, and Potter? If you bite this, you won\'t live to see another day," Dean said just as he managed to force Harry\'s jaws apart, and shove his engorged cock into his victim\'s unwilling mouth.

Choking when the large object was forcefully shoved in, Harry felt tears start to leak from his eyes. Crying out his frustrations, Harry was tempted to bite down anyway, but knew that he was still needed and could not die at the hands of rapists. Feeling the whip handle leave his misused anus, Harry sighed in relief around the dick in his mouth, only to cry out in grief as something even larger than the handle of the whip was pushed into him. Blaise had shoved his cock into Harry\'s arse, thus becoming the first Hogwart\'s student to fuck the Boy Who Lived.

"Sh He\ He\'s still so tight, so good! Even after fucking him with the end of the whip!" Groaning in satisfaction, Blaise pulled almost completely out of the tight, inviting warmth before submerging into the boy\'s ass once again. Moving himself in and out of the tight arse before him with increased speed, Blaise set a grueling pace that tore Harry\'s delicate inner linings and tissue, causing more tears to flow from Harry\'s eyes and more screams to vibrate along the cock lodged down his throat. "Mmm.. you know you love it, whore. Don\'t try to deny it."

Feeling the frantic and frenzied pace of Dean, Harry realized that he was about to cum, and could only hope that the boy would pull out of his mouth before it happened. He had never really cared for the taste of semen. His hopes were in vain as Dean pushed his head down to the base of his cock, nestling Harry\'s face in the coarse curls around his groin, exploding into Harry\'s mouth. Gagging at the salty, sickness of Dean\'s evident orgasm, Harry attempted to spit the vile substance from his mouth, but found he couldn\'t pick his head up from Dean\'s lap, still choking on his slowly softening cock. "Swallow it like the good little slut we know you are. If you don\'t swallow, you don\'t get to breathe. No breathing means you\'ll pass out," chuckling, Dean then said, "and that means we\'ll get to have our way with you while your unconscious. You wouldn\'t want that. Or would you?"

Sniffling pathetically, Harry swallowed around Dean\'s deflating cock, allowing his sickly juices to slide down his throat, entering his stomach. Oh God, I think I\'m going to be sick. Feeling the cock in his mouth start to harden again, Harry nearly cried out in horror. No way! How can he be ready again? Oh God! Somebody, anybody, save me!

Coming back to reality, Harry heard obscene grunting and the slap of skin on skineelieeling Blaise\'s pace quickening yet again, Harry realized that he too was about to orgasm. Giving an almighty grunt, Blaise pushed as far into Harry as he could, unintentionally hitting his prostate, and causing a small amount of pleasure to rip through Harry\'s haze of pain. It was all short lived for the boy as he felt Blaise\'s fluids flush into his body, burning his torn flesh, and wrenching another anguished cry from the boy.

Pulling his spent cock from Harry\'s anus with a sickening pop, Blaise surveyed his handy work. He smiled in sick satisfaction when he saw the bruises along Harry\'s hip bones, the way the blood and semen flowed from his body, mixing together before swirling slowly down the creamy, white thighs. Feeling himself begin to harden once again, Blaise grinned over at Dean. "Reckon we ought to switch es?&es?"

Seeing Dean\'s pleased nod, Blaise made his way to the front of the panting Harry, not giving the boy a chance to move or speak, before he pushed his semen, blood, and feces covered cock into his mouth. Dean simultaneously buried his cock into Harry\'s aching arse. Finally overcome by the pain, Harry passed out, submerging willfully into the land of darkness, the dark abyss that held its arms out to him as though it were a loving mother caring for its injured child.

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Opening the door to an abandoned classroom, Severus and the collected Slytherins gasped at what they saw. Laying in a pool of blood, semen, and tears, Harry Potter was unconscious, barely clinging to life with labored breathing. Rushing forward, Snape scooped Harry into his arms, oblivious to the bodily fluids that transferred to him. Making swift progress to the infirmary, Snape used wandless magic to open the doors to the ward, magically amplifying his voice on the way.

"POPPY! EMERGENCY!"

TBC

Hopefully, not too many of you are Dean Thomas or Blaise Zabini fans. Sorry!

*wipes forhead* Well, there you go. I was mean and evil, and I expect to hear that in reviews. Sorry, but that is what had to happen. Please don\'t hate me? Please?! I promise that we will still get to the Sev/Harry goodiness! I\'m sorry!! *cowers in a corner* Not coming out \'til you review and say you don\'t hate me. *sniffles pathetically*

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