Beautifully Deranged

Beautifully Deranged

Chapter 6

(12 Grimmauld place. December 26th. 11 A.M.)

In the upstairs bedroom of 12 Grimmauld place 5 teenagers were discussing current events.

“I can’t believe we left him there! We’re so stupid! Why would Harry kill anybody.” Hermione said hysterically.

The 5 teenagers, Fred, George, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had all decided that they wanted to listen in on the first Order of the Phoenix meeting. They figured that something incredibly important must be happening. So they all grabbed a pair of extendable ears and listened in from the top of the stairs.

Ginny was gently sobbing. Voldemort was right. Harry had saved her life. He barely even knew Ginny then. She was just some fan, his best friend’s little sister. He didn’t have to go down to the chamber to save her…but he did….and she still betrayed him.

Ron, of course, was still Ron and had his irrational anger. “Didn’t you hear what they said? Harry has joined You-Know-Who! He’s betrayed us! He’s going to kill us all!”

Fred and George rolled their eyes.

“Ron, you incredible…”

“Idiot! Our little…”

“Harrykins only joined…”

“You-Know-Who because of what..”

“Everyone else did to him.”

The twins chorused. They finished up together.

“We told you he was innocent!” They chirped. They had always believed in Harry, but everyone had always shut them up, saying how Harry had gone dark. How he was a spoiled, attention seeking, naïve little boy who wanted everything, and would go through any lengths to achieve his ends. They thought him a Slytherin, which wasn’t too far from the truth.

Ron just huffed and looked away. “If Harry is so pure and ‘innocent,’” Ron made little hand gestures, “then why did he join You-Know-Who? Sirius was betrayed by everyone and sent to prison for 12 years. Harry’s only been there for 6 months and he’s joined up with the dark. What does that say about him?” Ron then turned back to look at everyone.

Hermione and Ginny didn’t meet his gaze, while Fred and George glared.

“That’s what I thought. He’s evil. Always has been, always will be.” Ron nodded for final measure and was about to leave the room when the twins spoke up.

“You’re wrong.” Fred said.

Ron turned back towards them. “What?” He asked incredulously.

“You’re wrong!” George affirmed.

“Harry hasn’t always been evil. He wouldn’t have saved the school so many times, or Ginny in the chamber if he was. Yes, Harry has joined You-Know-Who, but it’s for a good reason. Harry’s not Sirius. Sirius had loads of evidence against him, and was also much older than Harry. Witnesses supported the claim that Sirius blew up that street. There was no evidence around that supported that Pettigrew was alive.” Fred continued.

George picked up where he left off. “People should have learned from that mistake! Sirius should have known better than to cast Harry instantly guilty on just Dumbledore’s word. What evidence supported that Harry was guilty?” George looked around, none of them answering his question. “Absolutely nothing! Only the fact that he was there when Cedric was murdered. They didn’t even check his wand for previous spells he used. They only asked him how Cedric died. When he said Voldemort was back everyone panicked and said it was impossible. Just because you don’t want to believe something doesn’t make it untrue!”

Fred shook his head in disappointment. “You-Know-Who has now had 6 months of free roam. Merlin only knows what he has done within that time. We don’t know if he already has people in the Ministry. We don’t know if he has had spies in the school. The only thing we do know is that he now has a load of insane prisoners on his side, as well as a deranged werewolf, and Harry too.”

Fred and George both got up.

“I hope your proud of yourselves.” George said as he latched his arm with his brothers and marched to their own room.

When the door was firmly shut and locked Fred let out a breath and sat down on the bed. “I swear if I didn’t love them so much, I’d kill them.” Fred said.

“I know how you feel. They can be so narrow minded sometimes that you just want to strangle them.” George said while rubbing his temples. He felt a headache coming on.

Fred got up from the bed and grabbed his younger brother (by only 4 minutes) by the waist. “I know exactly how you feel.” Fred said. He then descended upon the others lips in a leisurely kiss.

George moaned and wrapped his arms around his brother’s neck and drew him in closer.

Fred pulled away first, breathing harshly. “You know….I think everyone is a little distracted right now with the Order meeting, and the whole Harry thing.” Fred said with a suggestive glance at the bed.

George quickly caught on. “Right you are, my brother.” George said, as Fred picked him up, while he wrapped his legs around the older boy’s waist. “Right you are.”

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(Slytherin Castle, December 26th 2 AM)

“And here is where you two will be staying.” Nott said as he opened up a door on the third floor.

The room was very luxurious, perhaps a little overdone. Silk sheets on a huge bed. Green and black furnishing everywhere. Harry wasn’t interested in this, at least not yet. He walked straight over to a door opposite and opened it, gasping softly at what was inside. He didn’t bother closing the door as he walked in and began to undress, well he was only wearing the one cloak, so it didn’t take too long.

Nott watched until Fenrir shoved him from the room and slammed the door in his face. He would see what his Pup was up too, and why he felt it necessary to undress in front of others.

Though, he had his answer as soon as he walked into the room. Harry was bent over, showing very pleasant rump in Fenrir’s opinion, twisting the knobs of a huge tub. The tub could probably fit 6 people in it. The tub filled quickly full of pine scented bubbles floating on the top. He watched his Pup slide slowly in the hot water and moan. This certainly had an effect on Fenrir. He watched Harry take a breath and slide his head under the water, head disappearing under the bubbles. When he popped up he whipped his head up to get the hair from his eyes in what Fenrir thought was a very erotic fashion.

‘He has to be doing this on purpose.’ Fenrir thought.

Harry finally opened his eyes and looked at Fenrir lazily. “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.” Harry said, and then closed his eyes again.

Fenrir snorted at the comment. “Harry, what are you doing?” He asked.

Harry opened his eyes and looked at Fenrir like he was stupid. “What the fuck does it look like? Washing.” He then looked Fenrir over and scrunched up his nose. “You should probably join me. You smell like shit.” Harry said, as crude as ever.

Fenrir marched over to the side of the tub and grabbed a handful of raven hair and dragged Harry half out of the tub so his body was lying halfway on the floor.

“Eeep.” Harry squinted his eyes shut in pain.

“Look at me.” Fenrir commanded.

Harry’s eyes flew open to meet Fenrir’s. His neck at an odd angle from the way Fenrir was grabbing his hair, back hurting from the edge of the tub.

Fenrir looked him in the eye. “Don’t you ever talk to me like that again!”

Harry quickly responded, “Yes, Fenrir.” His eyes taking on a frightened gleam.

“And don’t you ever look at me like I’m stupid!” He ordered once again.

Harry tried to nod, but found it impossible with Fenrir gripping his hair. “Yes, Fenrir.”

“Good.” Fenrir growled out, and released Harry’s hair, allowing him to slide back into the sunken in tub.

Harry knew he was in the wrong. He’d been following Fenrir’s rules for the past 6 months, he knew better than to cross him. But still, it was so easy to fall back into old habits. He was finally being able to relax and take a nice hot bath, something he wasn’t privileged to in Azkaban. It was so easy to act like he was back to being a normal person. Back at Hogwarts, sneaking into the prefect’s bath. But it wasn’t like that. Not anymore.

Fenrir was almost to the door when he heard a soft voice call out. “Fenrir, wait.”

He turned around and raised an eyebrow.

“Are you going to join me?” Harry asked, unsure if Fenrir was still mad at him.

Fenrir cocked his head to the side, as if debating the answer.

Harry continued to try and persuade him. He picked up a hand of bubbles. “They’re pine scented.” He blew the bubbles so they flew back into the water. “Just like the forest! You want to smell like the forest don’t you?” He saw Fenrir look at him, as if about to make a nasty comment, probably about it being a ‘fake’ forest scent. He decided to plow on before Fenrir could say anything though. “And this tub, look at it, it’s huge. I could get lost. Or maybe I’ll drown.” Harry sunk in so only his head was bobbing out from above the bubbles, as if to prove he could in fact drown. “I think I might need someone here to make sure that that doesn’t happen. I don’t want to drown.” Harry gave a frightened look for extra measure and then looked at Fenrir again.

Fenrir gave a low chuckle and that and smiled that wicked grin of his.

“We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” Fenrir slid off his very ragged shirt and pants and slid into the tub. He gave a vague groan of contentment at the feeling of the clean water. He looked toward Harry again. “What are you waiting for? Wash me.”

Harry swam over and picked up a sponge and squirted some soap onto it. He started to wash Fenrir from head to toe. To be truthful, this is exactly what he wanted. He wasn’t lying earlier, the man smelled like a rotting corpse. Harry didn’t really care if this led to something sexual, at least the man wouldn’t smell completely horrible. Not that it was Fenrir’s fault. He was in Azkaban for over a decade, he was allowed to smell grotesque.

Harry hadn’t scene Fenrir clean yet, and was really hoping for a difference. The man wasn’t handsome by any means, but at least he wouldn’t smell like something rotting at the bottom of a dumpster any longer. Hopefully the man would let him brush his hair and he would brush his teeth. Maybe even shave? Harry knew the man wouldn’t let him cut his nails though.

Needless to say, Fenrir was enjoying the attention on him. He loved the feel of his Pup’s hands going lower and lower. Loved the feel of said hands, running through his long graying hair. The bath was over far too soon in his opinion. The water was obviously a very nasty shade of brown when they left it. As he got out of the tub his Pup wrapped him immediately in a towel, taking care of him before himself. He had learned well.

He was an Alpha werewolf after all, he should come first. The boy walked out with an overly large cotton towel around his waist and went towards the closet. He opened it to reveal a closet full of clothes for both himself and the Pup.

Harry was just about to slip on a pair of clean boxers when he felt two hands grab his waist and pull him back to a hairy muscular chest. He felt a nose in his neck.

“What are you doing, Pup?” Fenrir questioned.

“Getting changed.” Harry said.

Fenrir chuckled. “Why would you do that when you would just need to take your clothes off for bed?” Fenrir said in a smug voice.

The fluffy towel was ripped off from his waist as Harry was thrown forcefully onto the bed.

Fenrir crawled so he was on top of him. “You know. I think that we should try out this bed once or twice, just to be sure it’s sturdy.” He growled before latching onto a nipple.

Harry moaned. He wasn’t sure if he moaned because of the delicious feel of silk sheets and fine bedding under him, or the fact that Fenrir was doing absolutely wicked things with his mouth.

Fenrir took his attention from the boy’s nipples and glanced over at the bedside table.

‘I wonder.’ Fenrir thought as he reached over to the drawer.

“Aha.” Fenrir growled out, bottle of oil in hand.

Harry looked up. “What’s that?” Harry had unfortunately not been privileged to any real lubrication before.

Fenrir grinned wickedly and poured some of the slick liquid onto his fingers.

“This, my Pup, is lubrication.” He said as he thrust the first digit in.

Harry moaned at the feel of it in him. Then a second and third was soon added.

Fenrir curled his fingers just a bit until he heard the boy squeak at the unexpected pleasure. Fenrir concentrated on that one spot for a bit.

“You like that, my Pup?”

All Harry could do was nod, if he opened his mouth a scream of complete pleasure would come out. He didn’t need that embarrassment. He had always had to control how loud he was in the cell or else Bella would comment about it.

Fenrir didn’t bother reprimanding the boy on his nonverbal communication this time, knowing the reason. It always amused him how the boy tried to stay quiet. His ultimate goal was to finally get him to scream out. It hasn’t happened yet, but he hoped he would soon.

Fenrir decided the boy was prepared enough, and finally removed his fingers. He quickly guided his cock to the boy’s entrance and took the plunge.

Harry gasped at the quickness of the thrust, but wasn’t in as much pain as he normally was. ‘Hmmm, that lubrication stuff must really work.’ He thought as Fenrir glided in and out much smoother, and easier than normal.

Fenrir looked down into the glazed green eyes of the world’s boy wonder and descended his mouth onto his. He sucked the boy’s bottom lip into his mouth while nipping at it rather harshly, drawing blood from the boy. He licked the blood off the lip and kissed the boy deeply.

Harry began to push back on Fenrir’s hard shaft until he was coming in soft moans. Fenrir, always the one with more stamina continued to plunge in for a few more minutes before finally coming into Harry’s hot passage.

He collapsed next to Harry and drew him into his arms, both breathing frantically.

“You will only do this with me, Pup. You are mine. Do you understand?” Fenrir asked rather possessively.

“Yes, Fenrir.” Harry said sleepily.

“I don’t care what others may offer you. You are mine until I say otherwise.” Fenrir said. Harry didn’t hear him as he was already in his dreamland.


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There you go! For future reference, I probably won’t put too much twincest in here. They will be minor characters.

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