Angry Clouds

A/N; Thanks to all of you who review ^_^ you guys are awesome!! And remember I told you not to worry… everything is okay! No one in this story is going to die…. well… people might die… but they’ll be no one of consequence, I promise ^_^

Madness Within Me; Dude! I’m actually Ferret, but I think for the special circumstances I’ll be Mongoose willingly ^_^ As for Harry’s sadism… I think I’ve got a way to solve that #evil chuckle# ahem! anyway… if you have any constructive criticism it is much appreciated!

Jicky; I’ve added some other side stories… to add ‘something more’ and no need to slap Harry… I’ve got Draco in this story too remember, he’ll do that and more for you ^_^

thrnbrooke; I said ‘no worries’ Draco’s soooooo not dying! I WOULD NEVER! I love the boy waaaaaay too much to commit such blasphemy!

DEDICATED TO
Danine because I love her story for fulfilling my fantasies and for dedicating chapter 7 of ‘The Game’ to me! #ruffles hair excitedly… again# ^_^
Enjoy the Twins girlie!

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Last Time…

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“WHO IN THE HELL?!”

“GET OUT OF MY ROOM!” Every one looked towards the door to see a very livid Harry, eyes dark and hair wild, the veins in his neck seeming to be at the point of bursting.

“HARRY? WHAT THE FUCK IS-“

“OUT!! NOW!”

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CHAPTER 3; PAINFUL AFFECTIONS

THE BURROW… GINNY

See the animal in his cage that you built
Are you sure which side you’re on
Better not look him too closely in the eye
Are you sure which side of the glass you are on
See the safety of the life you have built
Everything where it belongs
Feel the hollowness inside of your heart…

Ginny cheeks glittered in the multicolored light of the dawn, slick with tears. She had stopped crying hours before. No more tears would fall and she fell silent… her stereo continued to chime along, repeating the song yet again.

…and if you look at your reflection
Is it all you want it to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks
Would you find yourself… find yourself afraid to see?

She still clutched her stomach from when the realization hit her; they were gone, and they were never coming back. For weeks she spent her nights crying, screaming in agony, feeling as though her heart was tearing its way through her flesh. No one knew… no one could know… no one would understand.

…What if all the world’s inside of your head
Just creations of your own
Your devils and your guns
All the living and the dead…

... The dead… The words echoed through her mind. She could feel the sting between her eyes but knew no tears would come… it wouldn’t be possible to cry any more.

…you can live in this illusion
You can choose to believe…

“…I can choose…” she repeated. With every loop the one line gave her hope. She didn’t need him. She could be with someone else! But every time she had tried to end it, she wound up tangled in his sheets, heart broken.

…What if you could look right through the cracks
Would you find yourself… find yourself afraid to see?

“I am afraid.” she whispered, “very afraid.” She would see him today. He was coming to her house. She was always scared of being caught when they met, but he always told her she was an imbecile and her worry died.

She knew she could have him arrested. She knew how easy it would be… but she could never do it. She loved him… it was her flaw. She whispered his promise, “You will be the death of me.” There really was a reason why she hated blondes.

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NUMBER 12 GRIMMAULD PLACE

Ron, George, and Fred ran from the room past their irate friend as quickly as possible. Even the Twins didn’t challenge him when he was angry. For some odd reason, they all lined up against the wall, hands and guns at their sides, eyes addressing their feet, and mouths shut. o_O?

Harry slammed the door shut. Grabbing the sides of the door frame he leaned into the door lightly banging his forehead against it. He stood for a moment collecting his thoughts.

“Why are you here?” He turned, finally looking at them.

Seeing his anger some-what under control, the Twins energy inflated once again. “ Well…” #matching mischievous grins# “We’ve come to take you to our flat for some drinks…”

“And a good hearty meal…” They wrapped their arms around Harry’s shoulders

“Fer shits and giggles!” They beamed obnoxiously at their obviously still slightly upset friend.

“Did you just say ‘shits and giggles’?”

“WHO THE FUCK CARES?!!” All eyes were on Ron. “WHY THE FUCK WAS FERRET IN YOUR FUCKIN’ BED?! NAKED! DID YOU NOT SEE THAT EVIL PRAT WAS WEARING NOTHING?!!NOTHING!!!” His fists were clenched, his face matched his hair and he seemed to be slightly foaming at the mouth [attractive no?].

“Oh, yeah.” said Fred calmly.

“You wanna bring your boyfriend along?” they chimed again beaming their annoying… beam.

Harry buried his face in his hands. “Heh nob meh befnd.”

“You know, Harry, most people find it easiest to enunciate when they don’t have their hands in their mouths.” Gred and Feorge said tugging on his wrists.

“He’s not my boyfriend, and if you don’t mind I’d really rather not explain.” Harry sighed.

“WHAT! NO! TELL US NOW!!”

“SHUT UP MONGOOSE!!”

“STOP CALLING ME THAT!”

“EVERY ONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!” Harry threw off the arms around his shoulders and stomped away from every one. “LOOK! I am NOT telling you what happened. All you need to know is that he’s hiding here and that Death Eaters want his head. Now, just trust me that nothing, and I mean NOTHING, sexual is going on with me and Draco Malfoy!”

“Aw, Harry, Love. Don’t deny our love.” Draco stood in the doorway a thin robe wrapped about him, his normally perfect hair slightly disheveled, classic smirk plastered against his pale features, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Amazing…” Harry said, dumbfounded, referring [of course] to how well his healing of Draco worked, Ron, however didn’t know this.

“EXCUSE ME?! HARRY HAVE YOU GONE MENTAL?! YOU’RE NOT EVEN GAY!”

“Jealous Weasley?” Draco walked over to the still dumbfounded Harry who continued to look Draco up and down, admiring how even Draco’s muscles seemed to have gained some strength. Whether or not it was worth it Harry wouldn’t know until he started interrogating him. He may not even know where the Death Eater camps were but there’s a chance… so he took it.

“UH!” Ron spat with disgust, “I’m not a disgusting ferret like you Malfoy!” his eyes widened, “HARRY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!!!”

Harry had brought his hand to the opening of Draco’s robe lightly pushing aside the fabric to expose Draco’s pale abs. However, Draco was apparently just as excited about that as Ron was. “Whoa! It’s called sarcasm Potter.” He removed his arm from around the other boy’s neck, ignoring the small feeling of loss. “I thought you were smarter than ol’ Weasel here, but I guess not.”

Harry looked up into Draco’s face finally snapping out of his analytical trance. “Hm? What?”

Draco gave him a quizzical look before addressing the Twins. “Is he brain dead now or something?”

“It seems like it …”
“…sometimes.” They said looking at Harry with just as much puzzlement.

“ANYWAY!! Who wants to get pissed?!” Gred shouted throwing his arms [and his gun] up in the air. Ron looked around unbelieving at Harry and his brothers wondering ‘WHY THE HELL AREN’T THEY TRYING TO KILL HIM?!!’

Draco suddenly noted the Twins’ English Imperialism Explorer outfits [complete with pith helmets] realizing that maybe escaping one group of crazies and seeking sanctuary with another wasn’t the brightest idea he’d had to date. He needed a drink.

“I’m up for it.”

“NO!” Draco had an expression that screamed ‘WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!’ plastered on his face at Harry’s exclamation. “We’re not drinking. Thank you… but no.”

“We? I told you Potter, I was being sarcastic. We’re not a couple. As much as you would love for that to happen it’s never going to.” Draco turned back to the Twins. “I’d love to get pissed! Where are we going?”

“GODDAMN IT MALFERRET!!” Harry barged up to Draco, pulling him closer by the scruff of his robe. “I saved your life, I’m letting you stay in my house. Normally I don’t give a shit what you do with your time. But unless I say otherwise you will do as I say.” Harry was almost taken aback when a flash crossed Draco’s brilliant gray eyes… almost.

Glaring, Draco pushed the raging Gryffindor away. “Don’t ever, EVER, tell me what to do again.” With that he stomped into the room from whence he came.

…silence… then…

“WHAT THE FUCK?!!! WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK IS GOING ON?! HARRY? I THOUGHT--” a red beam of light hit Ron square in the chest and he thus slumped to the floor in a clump.

“Hm… Thanks Fred.” Harry said.

“Any time Harry! You sure you won’t come for drinks then?”

“Yeah, I’ve got to deal with this crazy poncey git, maybe some other time.” Harry started to walk back to the bedroom.

“Harry!”
“Wait!”

“Yeah?” They motioned for him to come closer for an unnecessary fear of some one hearing them. “What is it?” Harry asked once he was closer.

“We’ve just been worried about you, Mate.”
“You haven’t been eating,”
“Or sleeping,”
“and all you do is work,”
“you need to rest,”
“and relax.” They looked him in the eyes hoping he would actually take them seriously instead of doing his usual ‘No, you guys I’m fine really. #obviously fake smile of happiness# I need to work. The sooner I kill that prick the better. Blah. Blah. Blah… the bullshite continues… end’ They’d really gotten sick of it, and if he did it this time they were kidnapping him, and stuffing him like a Thanksgiving turkey… whatever Thanksgiving is.

“Look guys I know,” they were surprised. Harry rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palms finally letting the stress show through. Fred and George have been coming round his place and cheering him up at what seemed to be always the right time. They would not be deterred by his foul moods or temper. He told them get the fuck out, they merely smiled and kind of sang, ‘See ya tomorrow, Mate!’ Hermione and Mongoose … uh… I mean Ron, were told to GET THE FUCK OUT! and decided ‘to give him space’. As much as Harry respected that, and was thankful for it, the irrational and illogical part of him was glad for the occasional disturbance from the Twins.

“I’m going out of my mind. I really will come and eat and have a drink sometime, but right now just isn’t the time. And trust me, I’ve been trying to eat more, and trying not to think about it, but it just doesn’t seem to be working. As for sleep, it’s no help, I just dream of Voldemorte torturing people.” They looked at their friend with a deep seated concern. They really felt close to the Boy-Wonder, it sucked to see him like this, but at least he was admitting his distress now.

“Alrighty then!” Fred said as George began to retrieve something from his pocket.

“Take this,” George handed a small vile to Harry.
“Every night,”
“before going to sleep.”
“It’s not addictive,”
“and you can wake up whenever you want,”
“so you won’t piss your self while your sleeping,”
“and of course the main point of it,”
“you won’t dream.” They said at the same time.

Harry looked the bottle over carefully. “Who makes it?”

“Why it’s so ingenious,”
“It could only be made by,”
“Gred and Feorge!” Again in a triumphant air they thrust they’re guns up towards the ceiling, clanging them together.

“Riiiiight…” Harry again eyed it suspiciously, but pocketed the small glass vile, with a promise to use it. “Thanks you guys. I’ll see you later.”

“See ya Harry!” They grabbed their unconscious brother by the arms and with two loud CRACK’s they were gone.

Harry sighed. Merlin! They’re a handful! He again walked back to the bedroom, he reached for the door knob, but the door was pulled open first. He looked up to see a Draco his eyes dark and malicious. Roughly he grabbed Harry by his collar, pulling him into the dark room.

“Ah!” Harry cried as pain shot through his head. He could feel blood collecting at the spot where his skull had connected violently with the wall. He could feel Draco’s breath on his face, his nose pressed against his. Slowly he opened his eyes.

“Never,” Draco whispered, “tell me what to do.”

Harry tried to speak but was cut off by a spell. He strained his vocal cord but to no avail. He thrashed against the wall, but Draco held him firm. He stilled after a moment, his head feeling light.

“Keep resisting Potter and you’ll only make your punishment worse.” Draco sneered.

…punishment??...

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DEATH [EATER] CAMPS

Lucius sat quietly in his tent, his thoughts racing. …Where is that ingrate son of mine?... They’d tried every spell imaginable to locate the young Malfoy heir, all coming up with nothing. He was definitely well hidden. …At least there’s one thing I can be proud of him for… Where ever Draco was, he’d better not leave, the second he does… they’ll find him.

…How is it that I could have raised such a pathetic child?... Running away?... How childish… Silently the head of the Malfoy estate stood walking out of his magicked tent. The wind whipped about him angrily, the night sky black the usually silent night disturbed by the cracks of fire. The screams had died down only a few minutes earlier. The giant pit before him was engulfed in flame, a few burning corpses still visible. Despite the astounding heat from the immense flames, he kept his coat.

He barely ever took it off. It was the one thing he treasured from his father. A German General winter Army jacket, it was given to his mother when his father died [shot in the head by a muggle of all creatures] along with a note with the Ministry’s sincerest apologies.

Tucking his pristine hair beneath his father’s General cap, he walked into the depths of the forest. He would find his son… but for the moment… he had more… interesting things to do.

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THE FLAT OF F.&G. ABOVE WEASLEYS’ WIZARDING WHEEZES

The flat reeked of alcohol, the sounds of George and Fred’s screeching… or as they call it singing… filling the air. People were strewn about the floor and furniture in drunken slumber.

“There once was a man from Nantucket,” Fred sang.
“Who’s dick was so long he could suck it!” George replied.
Joining together they sang.
“He said with a grin as he came on his chin!
If my ear was a cunt I would fuck it!” They finally collapsed in a heap on what was left of their kitchen table, giggling mercilessly while downing more beer.

“Nother song, Gred?” Fred asked his brother looking at him [all three of him] through glazed eyes.

“Of course!” They began at the same time.

“Sally in the garden sifting cinders,
Lifted up her leg and farted like a man,
The breakin’ of ‘er bloomers,
Broke sixteen winders,
The cheeks of her ass went.” #CLAP!# #CLAP!# #CLAP!#

Again they fell in a fit of laughter, leaning against each other for support. After a good five minutes they calmed down. Still breathing heavily they managed to speak seriously.

“I’m reellay word ‘bout ‘arry, ‘ed.” George gurgled.
“As em Ih Gorge.” Fred slurred back.
“Tink ‘ee’s okay?” Fred took a full minute to process the question.
“Yeh… He be alrye.”
“Wuh?” George replied having forgotten they’d been talking and immediately passed out.
Swaying slightly Fred followed suit, falling to sleep next to his twin.

NUMBER 12 GRIMMAULD PLACE

…punishment??... Harry’s eyes widened in disbelief. …I saved this ingrate and he’s going to punish me?... His eyes constricted into a glare only to be widened again. Draco’s breath reddened the sensitive flesh of Harry’s neck.

“Be sure to note Potter, I’m NOBODY’S bitch.” With a flick of his wand Harry’s hands glued themselves together. Grasping his wrists, Draco swung him towards the desk.

Harry gasped, the wooden edge pressed painfully into his thighs. It was good that Draco held him so … secure otherwise he would have fallen to the floor, his head light, vision spotting. Draco slipped the other boy’s looped arms about his neck, grinding his hips into Harry’s. The Gryffindor’s head lolled back, too heavy for his neck to support.

“AAAAAAH!” Harry silently screamed again. His scalp felt as though it was knitting itself back together, not a pleasant feeling.

“No falling asleep Potter. I want you awake for this.” Harry opened his eyes, catching the odd flash in the silver eyes of his punisher. The deafening sound of his pants ripping echoed through Harry’s terrified mind, soon accompanied by the clatter of his shirt buttons hitting the creaking wood floorboards.

His limbs felt like lead, when he tried to move. “Quite idiotic really,” Draco’s silky voice mocked cruelly in his ear, “leaving my wand on the bed table. One would expect more brains from our beloved savior.” Lifting his knees, the blonde sat his deliciously vulnerable pray on the desk, pushing their hips together all the while.

“Ever heard of sodomy Harry?” Harry’s breathing increased, Draco chuckled, “I’ll take that as a yes.” He emphasized his last word pushing a single digit past the tight ring of muscle between Harry’s cheeks. “NNNN!” Harry managed to groan, his eyes watering in pain. “Me thinks he likes it.”

Draco’s eyes never left Harry’s face as he continued to finger fuck the Wizarding World’s savior, first with one finger, then two, then three. The brunette gasped when the invasion left him unexpectedly.

Harry watched as Draco spat onto his fingers, slipping his wetted hand under his waist band, hand stroking the massive hardness beneath. Harry closed his eyes, and listened to the horrifying sound of a zipper.

Slipping the abused boy’s arms over his head, Draco pushed Harry back, laying him on the table, pinning his arms above his head. Again manipulating the other’s body, Draco lifted Harry’s legs, allowing himself better access.

Harry whimpered at the feeling of the soft flesh pressing hard against his unwilling entrance. “It’s for your own good, Love.” Harry opened his mouth to scream his soundless scream, the pain of penetration overwhelming. Taking the opportunity, Draco thrust his tongue into the open mouth.

Harry shook, Draco thrust himself in to the hilt. In an attempt to push him away Harry managed to lift his arms, only to result in hugging the blonde closer to him, deepening the kiss. Carefully, Draco pulled back out… and thrust back in.

Stars burst before Harry’s eyes, his body shaking as Draco continually rammed into his prostate. He felt as though a bolt of electricity shot through his abdomen, pulling on his heart and lungs. Much to his disgust, he began to harden. His movements only helped to push Draco deeper inside of him. His back arched, his legs wrapped around the other’s hips.

Draco’s pace quickened, knowing his finish was soon to come. Before the blonde, however, Harry could feel his balls tighten as a wave of pleasure shot through his spine, contracting his muscles. He came hard between them. Harry’s orgasm unnoticed, Draco continued to pound into him. With a scream, Draco came deep inside. Now covered in sweat, breathing heavily, he collapsed on top of the terrorized boy.

Nuzzling his cheek against the shoulder beneath him, Draco took one last deep breath before looking into Harry’s face. He’d passed out. A wave of guilt hit him like no emotion he’d ever felt. … What have I done?... But how could that guilt last when the abused boy looked so peaceful… so happy?

As gently as he could, he detached himself from the sleeping boy. By waving his wand, he moved the unconscious body to the bed. Brushing Harry’s flushed cheek, Draco looked deeply into the face of his enemy. … Enemy?... He’s done more for me than any friend or family member… and I’ve raped him… Leaning down, he placed a chaste kiss on those plump red lips. “Sleep well… my pet.”

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THE BURROW… MIDNIGHT

Ginny sat cross legged at the edge of her bed, waiting… He was coming.

With a loud #CRACK!# he was there, standing at the window, blocking the invading moonlight. Her head hung low, her heart raced, breathing quickened.

A soft strong hand lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze, his silver eyes boring into her soul. “You lift me up like the sweetest angel,” he kept his gaze, unmoved by her words, “then you tear me down like a whore.” His teeth sparkled in his malicious smile.

“On your knees.” He ordered, grabbing her arm and throwing her to the rug. “You know what to do.” She nodded, stripping off her bed clothes.

Throwing her panties unceremoniously into the corner, she kneeled before him, hands folded in her lap, head bowed.…why do I do this?...

“Get up.” She stood. She felt his gentle touch along her jaw, lifting her chin to again meet his gaze. Removing his cap he bent down, kissing her sweetly, pressing firmly against her wanting lips. … that’s why….

Grabbing under her arms he lifted her up, instinctually she wrapped her legs about his waist. The kiss lasted until they rested on her bed. “Have you been a little slut?” He pulled her hair, wrenching her head back painfully.

“Never. I’m yours.”

“Whose?” He tugged harder.

“I’m only for you, Lucius Malfoy.”

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