Sins

A/N: When I fixed the spelling error in my discription it got rid of all my warnings so I guess I'll have to start placing warnings at the begining of each chapter.

Warnings: Violence, Torture, Rape, M/M, M/F, M/M/F

***Beta'd by SoftObsidian74***

3. Sins in pain

Draco was shivering as he paced back and forth waiting for the writer of the note. Finally, he heard footsteps and turned to glare at the muscular redhead. “Weasel… what are you doing here?”

Ron chuckled. “I was the one who left the note.”

Draco frowned. “Well then explain yourself? What did you mean you knew what I was looking for? Who says I’m looking for anything?”

“You’re looking for a small black rubber cock ring two inches in diameter that was used to cast a curse on you,” Ron answered plainly.

Draco swallowed hard, the bumbling oaf had given more information then even Draco himself had. “How do you know about it?” His hand closed over his wand, he suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

“I was told. I know who raped you too. She came out and admitted she did it. How good it felt to have you beg for her to stop,” Ron said smugly. “Put the wand down Ferret, if you want to know who it was.”

Draco raised his wand toward Ron, contemplating hexing him where he stood, then threw it to the side. “Who was it Weasel? Which Gryffindor bitch did this?”

Ron’s only response was a binding spell that pulled the other boy’s arms over his head, a spider web like rope suspending him from the ceiling.

“What the bloody hell?!” Draco spat, twisting to free himself.

Ron repeated the spell on his feet, leaving the blonde standing before him, his legs at shoulder’s width. “I’ll not have you talking about my girlfriend like that Ferret.”

Draco froze, reeling from the sudden information. It had been Granger, she had been the one that had raped him. “Filthy mudblood slut,” he hissed, once again trying to free himself. “When I get a hold of that bitch, I’m going to make her pay!”

Ron rolled his eyes, magically locked and silenced the room so they would not be disturbed and then turned back to Draco. “See Ferret, its shit like that that’s going to get you in trouble.” Walking around behind him, the burly redhead ripped the shirt from the other boy’s back and then tore the rest of his clothes from him as well.

“What do you think you’re doing, you bloody fag?” Draco demanded.

The other boy remained silent, moving to pick up something Draco could not make out. Returning, he flipped what appeared to be a beaters bat, only longer and thicker, before taking it in both hands. “It’s an American sport… if you can call it a sport. It’s a right bore, but their bats are better for things like this” A smile spread over his lips as he brought the bat into defined abs with enough force to cause the other boy to vomit bile and blood. “That is for referring to the woman I love as a slut.” There was a loud crack as ribs caved under the wooden surface. “And that one was for the constant use of that term… I never want to hear you utter it again.”

Draco was coughing blood, the world around him was spinning as spots burst in his vision. The pain was intense, he hadn’t realized that the other boy had so much power in his upper body. “Figures…that a Weasley would use a Muggle thing instead of a wand. You’re a disgrace to the wizarding world,” he spat, blood dripping from his lip.

Ron hit him again, this time across the back. “And that was for insulting my family. But I have something else planned for you now Ferret, for having the gall to get fucked by my girl.”

He heard the bat drop to the stone floor but couldn’t see the other boy, then he heard a loud crack followed by a sharp line of pain that flared across his back. Crying out he stiffened, only to feel another searing stripe tear across his flesh.

~~~~~
Hermione and Harry stood hidden within the folds of the invisibility cloak, watching Ron savagely beat Malfoy.

Hermione bit her lip to keep from moaning at the sight, her fingers had descended down the front of her pants and into her panties. She feverishly fingered herself as she watched the lines of red welts rise on Malfoy’s pale flesh.

Harry’s attention was drawn between the sight of pale flesh and the beauty bringing herself pleasure right before his eyes.

“I can’t take this any more,” Hermione hissed, turning to draw Harry into a heated kiss.

He kissed her back, his hands moving to her firm breasts, the cloak falling free of their forms and pooling at their feet.

Without breaking the kiss, she stripped them both and he lifted her from the ground, spearing her on his aching member. She always felt so good, and her sexual appetite was stronger then any other woman he had ever met.

~~~~~
Draco’s eyes widened when he saw the two appear in the room. “Looks like I’m not the only bloke your whore is screwing on the side, Weasel,” he sneered.

Ron paused for a moment to watch the two, feeling himself grow hard at the scene. “What did I tell you about calling my girl names Ferret?” he hissed, the length of the bullwhip falling across Draco’s upper thighs.

He bit back a scream as the heavy leather kissed the sensitive flesh of his need laden sack. It was all too surreal for Draco, the pain of the whip, the show of sexuality played out before him, none of it seemed real. He expected to wake up, to suddenly sit upright in bed, sweating and breathing hard, but he knew it was real. Beneath the denial he knew it wasn’t just a bad dream, he wasn’t going to wake up, unless the redhead beat him unconscious first.

~~~~~
Hermione gasped and cried out as she came, the mews, grunts, and cries of pain that left Malfoy’s lips were an erotic rhythm that sent her into ecstasy. Panting, she looked down into Harry’s face, his need was clear but she also knew he had no intention of finishing with her; he had other plans. “Ron…” she panted, “Ron I need to feel you.” Slipping from the other boy’s embrace, she walked to the large redhead and kissed him hungrily, pressing her naked form flush against him.

Ron let the whip slip from his grasp, his arms wrapping around the woman he loved as he returned her hungry kiss.

Harry watched the scene for a moment, saw that Malfoy also seemed to be drawn by the sight of Hermione’s luscious body. A smirk playing on his lips as he walked behind the blonde and grabbed him roughly by the hair. “Looks like we’re changing partners,” he snarled.

Hermione and Ron continued to kiss passionately, ignoring everything else but each other. She had plans for the pale boy bound in the center of the room, but first she wanted to enjoy the firm body and hungry mouth of the man she loved.

~~~~~
The pain in his scalp brought Draco back to himself. His eyes shifted from the soft curves of Granger to stare at the far wall. “And what do you plan on doing to me Potter?” he sneered. The lines across his body still stung, but it was a pain he was learning to ignore.

“Me? I’m planning to make you whimper, scream and beg,” Harry answered smugly, pressing his throbbing member between the firm round globes of the other boy’s backside.

Draco jerked in a futile effort to escape what he knew was coming. “What the hell do you think you’re doing Potter? I’m not a pouf!”

Harry laughed into his ear as he pushed himself into the tight opening, his manhood still slick with Hermione’s juices. Slowly he buried himself inside the other boy, before he began an equally slow withdrawal. He continued the agonizingly slow pace, each time brushing the sensitive gland within Draco.

The blonde was choking on his own breath. The pain of the intrusion was so quickly numbed by the steadily growing pain of unfulfilled need that his head was beginning to spin. “S-stop…” he grunted, his vision losing focus.

~~~~~
Hermione broke away from the kiss, watching the two boys. “Fuck me Ron,” she whispered as she moved to her knees in front of Malfoy. “Are you enjoying yourself Ferret?” She asked playfully before her lips wrapped around the swollen head of his member.

Ron licked his lips, discarding his jeans and t-shirt before kneeling behind her. Pulling her into his lap he grabbed her hips and began to move with the same rhythm she was using against Malfoy.

She moaned against the length of flesh in her mouth, feeling both her lovers twitch, one with pleasure, one with pain. This was what she had fantasized about, it was what she wanted. All three of the boys in the room belonged to her. She allowed Ginny to be with Harry, only because it wouldn’t do to have people know about the three of them. But he was hers, he lived for her, would do anything for her. Ron was the same way, his life revolved around her, and she liked it that way. The thoughts that ran through her added to the pleasure she felt by the act, bringing her hard and fast around Ron’s impressive manhood.

~~~~~
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Draco was grateful that it had not been Weasley that had decided to violate him. But the thought of the overly large member attached to the redhead was clouded by constant building pain. Granger knew what she was doing with her mouth, she sucked him expertly. Between her mouth and the pounding he was receiving from Potter, it was more then he could physically or mentally endure.

“Stop,” he croaked, his throat dry, his mind grasping at words that eluded him.

“Please… I can’t… I can’t…” a whimper tore from his chest as he felt Granger cry out her orgasm around him.

His mind emptied of thought, his body on edge as he felt Potter’s finger twist forcefully into his hair, as the dark haired boy released within his body. A sickening used feeling added to the pain, leaving him numb. He watched with unseeing eyes as Weasley finally convulsed in fulfillment. He was no longer aware of where he was or what was happening. The only thing his mind could grasp was the pain.

~~~~~
Hermione sat up, allowing herself to melt into her beloved’s arms. She watched as Harry pulled free from Malfoy’s body.

“I think he passed out,” the dark haired wizard commented as he cleaned himself and looked at the catatonic blond, who only remained standing because he was bound.

“It was all too much for him. We’ll have to clean him up, heal all the broken bones and visible wounds and put him back in his dorm. Wouldn’t do to have him found looking like this. People would find out, and we don’t want that,” Hermione stated, making no move to leave Ron’s embrace.

“She’s right, mate. That’s the problem with breaking the Ferret in. He’ll probably be quick to rat us out when he wakes up,” Ron stated, he was tired, satisfied, and comfortable, but he knew they still had things to do before he could crawl into bed.

Harry only nodded, moving to pull on his clothes. “At least we thought of everything before we decided to play this little game. Lets get this over with so we can get some sleep.”

The other two nodded, and after dressing, they set to the task of covering their tracks. After five years of sneaking about the castle, they were experts at not getting caught breaking the rules.