Paralyzer

Disclaimer: I don’t own the Harry Potter-verse. All rights and ownership belong to J.K. Rowling and various others, none of which are me, much to my dismay, and no amount of day-dreaming is going to change that. I make no money and I do not gain anything from writing these fanfictions about the Potter verse except the occasional bit of praise from my reviewers which has no monetary value, but makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, so keep ‘em coming.



A/N: I’m not really feeling up to my usual pre-show banter today due to depression from lack of reviews. To the one person who did review, JC: Hey thanks for reading, and now for my goof. I completely blanked that it was Bill who married Fleur not Charlie, because after book 5 I tend to stop paying attention. This fic is only canon up to book 4 anyway so I’m going to claim artistic liberties and say that I like Charlie better so that’s who Fleur gets, but the truth IS that I simply forgot. They aren’t going to have major parts anyway, so it’s no biggie, but if it really bothers you I could always go back and fix it I guess, or you could content yourself with this **lots of marshmallows and chocolate**. Everyone else, I feel like I should point out that I DO accept anonymous reviews unlike some authors, so if the reason you aren’t reviewing is because you aren’t a member of AFF and think you can’t then you are mistaken. Remember people, I don’t care if all your review says is “good” or “sucked”, I’ll get a warm fuzzy happy feeling just seeing the “you have a new review” email in my inbox! Now on to the smut!



Chapter 3 “OOOHHHH”



*Where we left off*



Biting turned to kisses as she moved lower and tugged those wonderful pants off, releasing what was now a very painfully stiff erection. She ran one finger gently down his length…then she stopped and sat up, smirking. He groaned, “Please Gin,” and the smirk grew. Her hand wrapped around his cock and moved slowly, keeping him hard with need but not giving him any relief from it. “Ginny. Not fair.” He moaned.





“Hmmm….” She agreed thoughtfully, “but it’s so much fun.” Ginny flipped long red hair over one shoulder and smirked down at her lover, “though I guess you’re right, it’s not fair. If you really want me to I guess I’ll stop….” She trailed off, withdrawing her hand.



“Don’t you dare,” Harry glared and sat up, pulling Ginny against him and tangling his hand in her hair to keep her there as he kissed her hard, almost as roughly as she had attacked him moments before. “I think you need a taste of your own medicine,” he growled in her ear, sliding his free hand down and then up inside her shirt which was hastily removed for better access to the creamy mounds barely concealed beneath a black lace bra. His fingers on one hand lightly pinched one hard nipple through the thin fabric while the other caressed and massaged the second, eliciting a soft moan from her and making her press against him harder. Harry pulled back, determined to tease her as she had tormented him but Ginny just used the momentum to push him back down on to the couch and take charge again. He wasn’t having any of that though and rolled them off the couch onto the floor, so that he was on top. “I don’t think so Ginny,” he said, holding her hands above her head with one hand and he pulling his wand from the discarded pants with the other banishing her remaining clothes while she wriggled. He grinned at her surprised gasp when her half-hearted struggling made her now exposed cunt come in contact with his erection and then groaned as she wrapped her legs around his waist to pull their lower halves closer together, grinding her swollen clit against his hard member.



Ginny continued to thrust her hips up against his, and he groaned again at the delicious hot, wet friction. ‘So much for giving her her own medicine,’ he thought hazily, brining his mouth down on her breasts and swirling his tongue around her nipples. She moaned and Harry couldn’t resist giving her what she wanted, using the hand not holding her down to guide his hard throbbing cock into her pussy. He had been planning to use the wand to cast silencing and locking charms on the room, but Ginny was impatient and her movements beneath him made him completely forget everything but how good it felt to have her moaning and writhing as he slid into the tight wet folds of her sex.



“OOOHHHHHH,” she moaned loudly as he hit her g-spot and then, “GOD YES!” as he hit it again, her legs wrapping even harder around his waist. She wiggled and squirmed under him, trying to free her hands from his strong hold so that she could rake her nails across his back or flip them again so that she could ride the hard cock thrusting inside her but Harry wouldn’t let her. He was enjoying this turn of dominance and truthfully, so was she, which is why she wriggled. Every moan and every twist of her body spurred him on, making him push deeper and harder. His free hand roamed along her body, tangling in her hair when he kissed her, caressing her nipples, grasping her hip, and then slipping between their bodies and slowing his thrusts slightly he pulled apart her folds and circled his finger around and against her clit, matching his rhythm. It was too much for her; she cried out and arched up against his hand and hips. Her inner walls contracted and trembled, milking Harry’s own orgasm a half second later.



He finally released her pinned hands and they lay together on the floor, breathing hard, Harry still buried deep inside her, enjoying the feeling of her coming down from her orgasm so much that he would have started fucking her again….if the door hadn’t opened.

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The moon had finally set and Sirius had to half carry his werewolf mate into their room because he was so exhausted and drained. Lately they had been trying to reduce the wolfsbane potion and see if Remus could hold onto sanity without it, but it was hard on him.



As Sirius was tucking his friend into bed there was a soft and low down knock on their door. He frowned, it was late and he was almost as tired as Remus, but he opened the door anyway and looked down with a slightly exasperated smile at Dobby the house elf. Harry had hired him away from Dumbledore because the little elf insisted and cried and made a general mess of himself when he realized Harry would graduate, but Dobby wasn’t the best house elf on the planet and the other members of the house found it hard to put up with his version of ‘help’. “Yes Dobby? What is it? And can it wait until morning?”



“Dobby is sorry sir, but it cannot wait. Professor Dumbledore is here sir. Dobby told him masters were probably sleeping, but no one listens to Dobby sir…Dobby is a horrible house elf…” Dobby wrung his hands, looking like he was going to start searching for an iron.



Sirius sighed and stopped Dobby’s hand wringing, “It’s alright Dobby, I’m awake, I’ll see what the old coot wants. Where is he?”



“Dobby left him in the den sir.” Dobby said in relief, “should Dobby make tea sir?”



“Yes Dobby, that would be good.” Sirius agreed and sighed again when the house elf disappeared with a crack then closed the door softly behind him so as not to wake Remus and hurried down to the den. Inside he saw the white haired wizard had, as usual, completely ignored the perfectly comfortable furniture of the room and conjured his own chair and was sucking contentdly on what Sirius hoped was a lemon drop. “Hello Dumbledore, Dobby should be up with a pot of tea in a moment. What brings you out here so late at night? Shouldn’t you be preparing for school on Monday?” He said jovially as he entered the room and seated himself across from the headmaster.



“Yes, I should be but you see, I have a bit of a problem, which I’m hoping you can help me with.” Dumbledore twinkled. The man couldn’t talk or look at anyone normally, no, he had to beam and twinkle and insinuate. He looked around, “But where are Remus and Harry?”



“Remus is sleeping, Albus, it is the full moon after all, and he’s exhausted, and Harry is likely asleep as well.” Sirius said, “But why don’t you tell me what’s going on and I’ll decide from there if we should wake them up. ”



“Alright,” Dumbledore seemed downright depressed by the thought, “You see, I’d completely forgotten in all the hustle and commotion of cleaning up after the remaining Death Eaters that it’s years past due for several of my professors to take sabbaticals. They are supposed to have them every 7 years or so, but what with the return of Voldemort and all the other things it just flew right out of my head.”



“Oh? Which ones?” Sirius said politely, thinking ‘Yeah, I’m sure you ‘forgot’, you were probably hoping THEY ‘forgot’ you sadistic old man,’ but he didn’t say that.



“Let’s see,” Dumbledore frowned, as if he were trying to remember, but the twinkle was still there. “Snape, McGonagall, Flitwick, Trewlaney, Sinastra, Hooch, Sprout, Babbling, Vector, and Burbage.” He said finally, ticking them all off ignoring Sirius’s dropped jaw. “Oh, and it seems the Professor Binns finally saw the light and has retired.”



Sirius blinked and shook his head, “So essentially all of the professors except Hagrid have chosen to go on sabbatical this year?” He asked incredulously. “That is a problem.”



“Yes, it is.” Dumbledore agreed but he was smiling, “So you see, I’m rather desperately in need of teachers….ah! And here’s Dobby with the tea.” The house elf had appeared by his elbow.



“No sir!” Dobby exclaimed, shaking his head and crying, “Dobby is not here with tea! Dobby heard a scream come from Harry Potter’s room, but Dobby is forbidden from entering Master Harry’s room at night!”



Sirius jumped up and was out of the den in a flash, running for his godson’s room, Dumbledore on his heels, Dobby wailing and judging from the loud thumps hitting his head on something. There was another loud scream, a girl’s scream, but he kicked the door open without pausing to think about what THAT might mean and was treated to the sight of his godson’s naked backside lying on the floor. Then a red curly head popped up over Harry’s shoulder, also on the floor, and he was staring stupidly at Ginny Weasley’s blushing face.



“Eep!” she squeaked and ducked back down. Harry was frantically grabbing for his wand to cover them both with something and Sirius was turning away shaking his head and turning red when Dumbledore caught up.



“Ah Harry!” Dumbledore smiled, either ignoring or oblivious to the fact that Harry was still quite naked with his equally skyclad girlfriend sheltering herself behind him. “Just the man I wanted to see, though I’m not sure I wanted to see quite so much of you,” he beamed. “Oh! And Miss Weasley, I see you’re here as well! Splendid!”



Harry’s fingers finally found his wand and in his hate the blankets he summoned had pink rubber duckies on them, but that was better than being butt naked in front of his godfather and old Headmaster. Ginny cowered under hers and he could hear her muttering, “oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!”



“Uh, hello professor…Sirius….” Harry coughed, almost as embarrassed as his godfather. Without bidding Malfoy’s taunts came back to him. ‘Voyeur my ass,’ Harry thought. “Uh…what can I do for you?”



“Dobby heard screaming,” Sirius muttered into his hands which were covering his face. He did

NOT need to see this. “He was worried because he’s not allowed in your room, and then I heard….well I guess it was Ginny….scream and I….” he sighed and peeked between his fingers to see if they were covered yet, “Sorry Harry….but you know….that’s what silencing charms were invented for.”



“Harry, why don’t you and Miss Weasley join us in the den for some tea? I have something very important to discuss with you.” Dumbledore said, “Something Miss Weasley would probably like to put her two knuts in about seeing as you two are so…close.”



“Alright, we’ll uh…be right down…”Harry said, wishing the floor would open up and swallow him whole. God how embarrassing….. “Just two minutes alright?”



“Oh no, please, you’re young, I know it takes longer than that, or at least, I hope it does. I’ll just chat with Sirius.” Dumbledore waved him off, completely misunderstanding what Harry was saying.



Sirius for his part looked at Harry pleadingly. “Two minutes,” Harry promised, knowing his godfather’s dislike of ‘chatting’ with Dumbledore. Finally he left too and Harry flopped back down on the ground, looking over at Ginny who lifted one edge of her pink duckie blanket.



“Are they gone?” she whispered.



“Yes.” Harry sighed, hitting his forehead repeatedly with the heel of his palm.



“You don’t think Dumbledore will tell my mom….do you?” She asked, still whispering, “Oh god…Sirius wouldn’t tell her would he?” Molly Weasley had no problems with Harry dating Ginny, but she would NOT be pleased to know that they were having sex while Ginny was still in school and technically underage.



“Sirius won’t…..” Harry frowned, also scared of the wrath of Mrs. Weasley, “But I don’t know about Dumbledore….” He glanced at the door, “We’d better see what he wants though….”



“Ok…..uhm Harry?” Ginny sat up, and even wrapped in a pink duckie blanket and blushing to the roots of her hair Harry couldn’t help but think that she was the sexiest girl he’d ever seen.



“Yeah Gin?” He asked, grinning at her stupidly.



“Where’d you send my clothes? Those were my favorite playboy bunny panties.”



“Oops…”



Meanwhile, a hundred miles away in a small muggle insane asylum……



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Voldemort was sitting on his bed contemplating the shadows on the ceiling, wondering if they were forming an army to attack him while he was sleeping like the night lamp had. He rolled over to face the wall, it was in league with the ceiling he was sure, and screamed at the sight of the small heads of hundreds of bunnies wearing bowties.



“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”





A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter, random and nonsensical as it was. Next chapter there will be plot and…. **gets tapped on the shoulder, turns to see an angry character**

Draco: Excuse me.

Author: Oh Draco. What do you want?

D: I wasn’t in this chapter at all.

A: No, you weren’t.

D: **glare**

A: Oh stop it, you’ll be in the next one…..you’re still staring at me.

D: I have needs, woman. Are you planning on fulfilling them in the next chapter or not?

A: I don’t know…..maybe…..we’ll see….

Ok people as I was saying, next chapter there will be plot and possibly more smut, I dunno. If I get more reviews I might put in a little Draco solo action……but it’s going to be a few more chapters before we get to the goodness of threesome smut. So…go review!