.:: PUREBLOOD PRIDE ::.

.:: Pureblood Pride ::.

Rating: NC17 | Category: Non-con, macabre | Fandom: Harry Potter | Pairing: Ron/Draco, Harry/Draco

Summary: This is unapologetic non-con. Harry had vowed to protect his friends. When Malfoy knifed Ron during a Quidditch game, Harry saw red. Non-con, gang rape, misuse of magic, squick.

Warning:
This story is not recommended for GEEKS, WIMPS, DWEEBS, WEENIES, self-righteous literary critics and those of a delicate constitution. Some PWP since I\'ve abandoned the whole plot thing for pure brutality and smut. Yeah, smut is good. No need to bore myself with \"Dark Lord\", \"cursed scars\", \"quidditch heros\", \"inter-house rivalry\" and vicious plot holes. This is the standard non-con plot: \"Damn you, Malfoy! I\'m gonna wipe that smirk off your snivelling face because I\'m in bad mood\". If these offend your sensibilities, please go elsewhere. NOW!

Labra lege -- fors fortis this is gonna be a happy sunshiny fic. (i.e Read my lips -- fat chance this is gonna be a happy sunshiny fic)

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PART ONE

\"What do you think you are playing at?\"

The cords on Ron Weasley\'s neck stood out as he dodged a head-on dive by the Slytherin Seeker. Malfoy pulled up at the last moment but the tail of his Nimbus 2001 grazed against Ron\'s face at 80 mph. Blood beaded on Ron\'s cheek. He narrowed hies aes and watched the Seeker like a hawk. The game was in chaos after Ginny was fouled and pushed off her broomstick. She had been rushed to the infirmary with a fractured arm and mild concussion. While that happened, Malfoy had taken the opportunity to stir up trouble on the Gryffindor\'s side of the field. His lackeys, Crabbe and Goyle, were following him closely.

The game had been going on for close to three hours, with the score tied at 120. Malfoy hovered just outside the scoring area. He seemed uninterested in finding the Snitch now that the Gryffindor Seeker was out of the game. He threw a contemptuous smirk towards Ron.

\"You still stink, Weasel. Your whole family stink. Your pathetic lot is a disgrace to the purebloods, you losers.\"

Ron glared at him. Malfoy flipped him the bird and did a stylised loop before he settled well above the game, his eyes bright as he followed the action below. A Slytherin Chaser was making his run towards the Gryffindor goal; Malfoy dove -- he came level with the chaser and they exchanged nods. Then Malfoy zoomed forwards, straight towards Ron. The crowd roared; Malfoy removed something from the sleeves of his robes and made a slashing motion as he passed the ginger-haired goalie. Ron clutched his arm as blood oozed freely from a deep gash -- Malfoy had knifed him just as the Chaser scored. Ron gritted his teeth and glowered at the blond, but Malfoy had gone on a dive after the Snitch.

The crowd exploded as Malfoy held the Snitch triumphantly over his head. Finally, after seven years he managed to ends on the Gryffindor\'s winning streak. Malfoy gloated as the Slytherin team did a victory lap around the stadium.

Ron was livid as he dismounted. The scarlet of his robes hid his blood. He cradled his arm and shot the departing Slytherin team an angry look. Harry caught up with him as he made his way off the pitch.

\"What\'s wrong?\" Harry asked quietly.

\"That Malfoy bastard knifed me.\"

Harry drew a sharp breath and narrowed his eyes. He pulled Ron\'s wounded arm towards him and looked at the gash.

\"Let me fix that.\" He put the tip of his wand on the wound and uttered a spell. The d cld closed and healed.

\"Thanks, mate. Your medi-wizard lessons sure comes in handy, eh?\"

Harry nodded and fixed his eyes coldly on the departing blond-haired Slytherin.

\"I think it\'s time we settle the score.\" Harry said as he gripped his wand hard. Rage twisted like a nest of vipers in his guts.

They turned on their heels and made their way towards the changing room with the rest of the Gryffindor team.

Suddenly, Harry held up his arm. \"Wait. He\'s changing directions,\"

\"Yeah. I think he\'s going back to the dorms.\"

The two Gryffindors exchanged dark glances. Harry levelled his wand in a threatening motion at Malfoy\'s back.

\"You\'re dead, Malfoy.\"


PART TWO

Draco Malfoy grimaced as he was slammed against the wall. The two Gryffindors had grabbed him and pushed him into a disused storeroom. Ron Weasley glowered at him as he tightened his grip on the blond\'s neck and dangled him a good six inches off the ground. Malfoy clawed at his fingers and gasped for air.

\"Get the hell off me, Weasel,\" Malfoy snarled spiritedly. He lashed with his foot and caught Ron on the shins.

\"Like hell I will. I\'ve had enough of your sneaky ways, you bastard. I say it\'s time we settle the score.\" Ron turned and looked at his best friend. \"What say you, Harry?\"

Harry crossed his arms and looked at the Slytherin with utter loathing. \"I vote we teach him real good this time.\"

\"Fuck you, Scarhead.\" Malfoy growled, his face distorted with hatred.

Ron punched him in the stomach with all his pent up rage. Malfoy slid to the floor, doubled up and coughed.

\"I\'ll watch my mouth if I\'m you, Malfoy. Who are you going to run to now that daddy\'s in prison?\" Harry asked, his tone mocking.

Malfoy laughed; a harsh mirthless sound. \"You are a damn fool if you think that will hold him back. My father ?\"

\"My father ... my father,\" Harry mimicked Malfoy\'s tone. \"Your father is nothing but Voldemort\'s minion. I\'m sick and tired of your non-stop boasting.\"

Malfoy shot to his feet and lunged at Harry. \"Take that back, you bas --\"

\"You bore me with your prattle, fool. Silencio!\" Harry made a slashing motion with his arm.

The spell cut Malfoy off mid-sentence. Malfoy was flung onto his back, and he fell awkwardly on his arm. Harry walked up to him, calmly. Without warning, he drew back his booted foot and kicked the blond hard in the stomach. Malfoy tried to scream but no words escaped him. The two Gryffindors regarded the blond with contempt.

Harry squatted beside Malfoy and grabbed a fistful of his hair. His eyes glinted, devoid of emotions. Suddenly Malfoy knew what fear meant. Harry smirked faintly and ran the tip of his wand down Malfoy\'s abdomen and jabbed it hard into his solar plexus.

\"You hurt Ginny and Ron. I cannot forgive you, Malfoy. I have sworn to protect them and now you must pay the price.\"

Harry stood up in one swift motion and aimed a kick at Malfoy. His boot caught Malfoy on the temple and sent him reeling. Malfoy clutched at hice ace and winced in pain.

\"I am not heartless, you know,\" Harry said menacingly, as he watched the blood trailed down Malfoy’s temple from a cut. \"I will show you as much mercy as you have shown my friends. In fact, I will show it to you ten times over. Right, Ron?\"

Ron smiled darkly and cracked his knuckles. \"Whatever you say, Harry.\"

Harry intoned a spell and sealed the room. He cocked his head, pointed his wand at Malfoy and smiled coldly. Malfoy had no warning when the spell hit him ? his body lifted up on its own accord and was slammed repeatedly against the walls. Pain exploded through his chest; his eyes bugged in shock and he opened his mouth in a silent scream.

Finally tiring of his game, Harry lifted the spell and watched impassively as Malfoy tumbled to the ground. He wanted to teach Malfoy a lesson, to humiliate him for hurting those he had vowed to protect.

\"Ron,\" Harry turned towards his best friend. A look of understanding passed between them. Ron nodded silently. He crossed the room and handed him Malfoy\'s prized broomstick. Harry watched his sworn enemy closely as he uttered a spell under his breath and snapped the broomstick in two.

Malfoy went white with rage. He staggered to his feet and poised to lunge at Harry. Harry looked sideways at Ron and they smirked.

\"Well, well, feisty aren\'t we?\" Ron said sarcastically. He made a grab at Malfoy and shoved him towards Harry who leaned back and kicked him towards Ron. Ron kneed him in the groin and let him fall to the ground. \"Pathetic pureblood bugger,\" Ron spat in disdain.

Harry sniggered as he pulled out the twigs out of the Nimbus 2001 and transfigured them into shards of glass.

\"I wonder if all the rumours about you are true, Malfoy. About you being a Death Eater initiate and all that crap?\" Harry asked conversationally.

Malfoy sat up and wiped a hand across his mouth. His eyes glinted with pure hatred.

\"Hmm, fancy that,\" Ron chuckled. He was enjoying Malfoy\'s discomfiture. \"A junior Death Eater. What say you we nip the disease in the bud, Harry? The only good Death Eater is a dead Death Eater.\"

\"Coo Har Harry pocketed his wand. \"Grab him, and put him over there.\"

Malfoy kicked out hard as the Ron grabbed his upper arms and shoved him over a broken bench. He struggled angrily as Ron twisted his arm around his back.

\"How does it feels, Malfoy? Does it hurt?\"

Malfoy grimaced in pain as Ron twisted his arm harder. His free hand scrabbled desperately, looking for something to use as a weapon. His fingers closed around the handle of a broomstick. Now, if only he could ?

Malfoy\'s next thought shattered as something stabbed through the back of his hand, and pinned it to the bench. His eyes bulged in pain as he stared at the shard of glass sticking out of his flesh.

\"Bloody hell, Harry. That was cruel.\" Ron said, awed.

Harry grunted. \"Watch this,\" he said co. Wi. Without warning, he plunged another shard into Malfoy\'s calf and watched impassively as the Slytherin\'s leg became soaked with blood. Ron winced as Harry proceeded to stake Malfoy to the bench. Harry reminded him of a collector pinning butterflies to a board.

\"Smart of you to cast that silencing spell on him, Harry. I bet this junior Death Eater would have squealed like a stuck pig.\"

The Gryffindors crouched before the blond and stared at his blind-looking grey eyes. Malfoy\'s mouth was slack in a silent scream. Blood dripped from his wounds, staining the bench red. A purple bruise bloomed on his temples and his eyes began to swell. Malfoy\'s throat moved as he uttered a silent whimper; that made up Harry\'s mind for him.

Harry stood up and circled the prone blond. He undid his robes and cast it aside and cast a dark glance at Ron.

\"I say we teach this pureblood what real pureblood pride means, what say you?\"

Ron caught on and a leer crossed his face. He grabbed Malfoy\'s hair and jerked his head up roughly.

\"Pureblood pride? That sound just right, Harry.\"

PART THREE

Tears of pain and humiliation slid down Malfoy\'s cheek, and soaked his robes. His Quidditch cords were bunched around his knees, his arsecheeks spread apart by rough, callused hands as first Harry and then Ron took turns to violate him. He struggled to breathe; the pain in his palms and legs were nothing compared to the searing pain that shot through his rear.

\"Not so cocky, now are you, Malfoy?\" Ron grunted as he thrust inside Malfoy repeatedly. \"How do you like it, eh?\"

Harry stared at the wall impassively as he listened to the wet squelchy sounds and the discordant slapping of skin against skin as Ron fucked the prone and crucified boy brutally. Sweat dripped down Ron\'s face, plastering his ginger fringe to his forehead. He shut his eyes and rammed hard into Malfoy\'s arse; Malfoy shuddered beneath him weakly, his cock was flaccid and shrivelled as it slapped weakly against the bench.

\"C\'mon Ron, aren\'t you done yet?\"

\"Nope. This creep needs to be taught a lesson --\" Grunt.\" -- in manners --\" Thrust. \"-- and pureblood --\" Ram, swore. \"-- etiquette.\"

\"Whatever.\"

Ron gave a loud grunt and came hard inside Malfoy. He thrust madly, angrily, until his rage abated. He pulled his swollen cock out of Malfoy\'s arse with a triumphant yell. Malfoy sagged; his insides felt like mush as blood tricked from his abused arse.

Harry circled the couple and stopped before Malfoy. He stuck his boot under the Slytherin\'s chin and lifted his head up. Malfoy looked at him in a daze. He held Malfoy\'s eyes as he grabbed at the shard of glass pinning the blond\'s hand. He twisted and pulled. Malfoy spasmed in agony as Harry repeated the act until he had removed all the shards.

\"Learn this lesson well, Malfoy. Never hurt those I have vowed to protect, or I will not hesitate to hurt you again and again.\" Harry spat at him disdainfully. He pointed his wand at Malfoy and lifted the silencing spell off him.

The Slytherin closed his eyes and made a whimpering sound at the back of his throat as he slid off the bench and collapsed on to the floor. He immediately curled into a semi-foetal position. Harry pointed his wand again and magically healed his wounds but did not take away the pain.

Humiliation ... shock ... pain -- the feelings went on and on, shattering the final vestige of his pride. Tears of shame slid down his cheeks. Malfoy shuddered and then his body went rigid.

Ron prodded Malfoy with his boot, hawked loudy and spat. The sputum landed squarely on Malfoy\'s face.

Harry gave Malfoy a final contemptuous look.

\"Remember this Malfoy. I hold the power over you.\" Harry warned. His eyes turned cold.

No, Harry would not stand and watch his friends being hurt like before.

Not now, not ever.

END

© scourgify 2003 ~ A Basket of Rotten Citrus collection
Started: Thursday, 27 November 2003
Completed: Saturday, 29 November 2003; 1:25:05 AM [+8 GMT]


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