Sins

A/N: Sorry I didn't post last week guys and gals. I was far far away from any form of internet down in crazy-ville. But I'm back now, and to try and make up for it I'll post two chapters either this week or next. Thank you for the reviews as always, though I would love to get more. *wink*

Warnings: M/M/F, CBT, D/s, rape

***As always, Beta'd by the wonderful SoftObsidian74***

5. Sins Forgiven

The halls were empty, and so was his common room. Draco was the only Slytherin to remain behind for the holiday, and the silence was unnerving. The week before had been filled with half hatched schemes to somehow free himself from the curse that bound his masculinity. He had tried to locate where Granger had hidden the cock ring, had searched for ways to get around the curse, and had did anything he could to take away the power she seemed to have over him. So long as he remained under her curse he was at her mercy. After the failed attempt to involve the teachers he had returned to the library to take a closer look at the book. It turned out that it was undetectable on the victim, though it caused the binding object to glow faintly and give off a magical aura. It was also the start curse for several other curses used to break men into slavery. He would not even have to be present for her to cast the other spells. That fact alone insured that he would be remaining in the near empty castle over the holiday.

The sound of the door to the common room drew his attention, looking up he paled at the sight the Golden Trio. “I was wondering how long it would take you to show,” he said, trying to act nonchalant.

“Have fun in the Restricted Section of the library last week, ferret?” Weasley asked, his hands in the pockets of his worn jeans.

Draco stared at them in disbelief.

“I think all the research was good for him; he’s realized that he’s screwed,” Granger remarked.

“Yeah, whatever… can we just get this over with please? I can only take so much anticipation.”

“Not here,” Potter replied coldly. “We don’t want to be interrupted.”

The blond nodded with a sigh. He was hoping that they would haul him up to his dorm to abuse him so that he could rest after they were done, but it seemed they had something more sinister in mind. Silently he followed them through the halls and up the ever changing stairways until they reached a room that looked like it had been prepared for his arrival.

“Clothes off ferret,” Granger’s breath was soft against his neck, causing a shiver to run down his spine.

A slight smirk touched his lips as he stripped out of his black t-shirt and matching slacks. “In that much of a hurry to play with me again, Granger?”

“Actually ferret, you’re in for a hell of a beating after what you called Hermione in the hall. I told you never to use that bloody word again. But you had to be a prat, and try to rile me up.”

Slipping out of his black silk boxers he glanced at Weasley. “Wait, isn’t this about me ratting you out to Snape?”

The three of them laughed, a sound that chilled Draco’s blood.

“We knew you were going to tell. We expected it,” Potter stated, leaning against the wall.

“Had you heeded what I told you, you would have been rewarded, but we prepared for you to be a right git,” Granger added, looking him over hungrily.

“And what would I have gotten if I had been a good boy?” Draco asked dryly, hating the way she was looking at him.

She moved closer to him, grasping his aching erection in her hand, slowly pumping it across the smooth flesh. “I was going to let you come,” she whispered, continuing the movement until she was rewarded with the blond’s whimper of pain and need. “Now you will just have to try and earn that privilege in this room.”

Nodding numbly he stepped into the center of the room and waited.

Weasley scowled and began to slowly walk around the blond, as if trying to decide what he should do to him.

“Just get on with it, mate,” Potter said impatiently. “He’s got more coming to him than a beating.”

The redhead let out a low growl at his friend. “I’m going to take my time with this bastard, so if you got an ache in your trousers that you need filled now, maybe you best go first.”

In response, the raven-haired boy opened his fly to expose his aching member. “Maybe I should mate; me and Mione’ll take our pleasure out on him then let you beat him senseless.”

“Fine, just don’t go driving him unconscious before I get my chance, you git,” Weasley huffed.

Granger smiled, the soft sensual smile that Draco was already beginning to hate. The look could drive a normal man insane with need for her. But he already had the need so strong it stabbed painfully into his every thought. “No worries love. I’ll leave him aware enough for you to have your fun, and then I’ll spend the rest of the night with you.”

Nodding, the redhead turned and left the room, leaving Draco with a knot in his stomach. He had felt safe with the knowledge that the oaf was going to physically assault him. The idea of being at the mercy of the two sex fiends made his body tingle with dread.

“On your knees, ferret,” Potter snapped once the door was closed.

Draco looked from him to Granger and then back again. “Why me? What in the bloody hell made the two of you decide I was the one that needed to get you off?”

The raven-haired boy scowled and pushed his glasses back up his nose. “To hear you beg for mercy.”

Granger laughed softly, it was a pleasant enough sound. “Because you really ARE sexy, ferret, and I’ve wanted to add you to my boys since last year. But you were the Slytherin Prince, and I knew I couldn’t have you the conventional way.”

A smirk pulled at his mouth at her answer, but was soon replaced by a sneer as he found himself face to face with the boy-who-lived.

“I said on your knees,” he growled.

“That’s fucking sick, Potter,” he spat, refusing to budge.

Green eyes narrowed as he grabbed Draco by the hair. “You will do as I say.”

“Kneel, ferret. Please your new Master as he wishes it,” Granger’s voice came soft against the shell of his ear. She seemed so sweet and innocent, but the ache in his groin reminded him that she was no such thing.

Slowly he dropped to his knees, forcing back the urge to be physically ill.

“Do it, you fucking whore,” Potter snapped, his fingers twisting painfully into the blond’s locks.

“Do as he says,” he felt the whisper against his neck, causing him to shudder. “And I’ll let you decide how you will pleasure me.”

He turned his head to look at her, despite the pain in his scalp from the grip the other boy had on his hair. “Let me come.”

She smiled, a delicate laugh escaping her slightly parted lips. Her hands trailed down his back, across his thighs and over his length.

He closed his eyes and whimpered, a moan escaping his throat. “Please,” he managed.

“Do as you have been told,” she responded, her fingers still playing across his heated flesh.

Despite the overpowering spiral of pleasure and pain, he managed a small smirk. “I have; I’m already on my knees. But it will be a cold day in hell before I suck that bastard off.”

Potter’s anger flowed around him, a scowl etched across his features. “You will do it because I tell you to.”

“No.” Silver eyes moved to look into green ones. “I might have been beaten, and I might not even have any pride left, but I will not do this.”

“Then I’ll have to force myself into you the same way I did last time we met.”

Releasing his hair, Potter moved behind him, changing places with Granger.

She looked disappointed, but the ability to pay attention to anything besides searing pain and building need left him as he felt Potter violate his body once again.

It wasn’t long before he was in the center of the sexual act, his own aching need hammering into Granger while he was being taken from behind. He could feel himself slipping toward oblivion, a place he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be. If he passed out before the Weasel had a chance to beat him senseless it might make the redhead more upset then he already was.

“Ferret…” Granger’s voice purred from below him, he could tell she was close.

Forcing his vision to clear he looked down into her soft brown eyes and then felt the heat of Potter’s release fill his body. Hers was not far behind and he felt his vision blur again as darkness attempted to claim him.

‘Did we loose him?’ he heard Potter ask as he removed himself from the pale body below him.

“Not quite, but pretty close. Ron isn’t going to be happy,” Granger responded, slipping out from under him.

“Eh, it happens. Would have been just fine if the prat had done as he was told the first time, so Ron’s got no one to blame but the ferret.”

Draco wanted to protest, but words seemed to elude him. All he wanted was the sweet bliss of darkness, but he knew if he allowed himself to be claimed by it that nothing good would come of it.


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Gryffindor_Slytherin: I'm glad you like it, and I'm sorry it took me so long to update

luvhp: I'm happy to hear you are injoying Hermione's treatment of our dear Draco.

Megan: No worry. I'm trying to keep several chapters ahead so that I can post them as close to a week apart as possible.