Common Ground
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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2,537
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1
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Common Ground
Title: Common Ground
Pairing: Filch/Umbridge
Authors Notes: This is seriously sick and I really don’t think anyone should actually read it. It is horrible. Flames welcome – I deserve them. Actually, it's not that bad - and as regards the rating - no children were actually harmed in this fic.
Disclaimer: Not mine, making no money.
Delores Umbridge watched in delight as Argus Filch finished strapping Harry Potter to the rack in the damp dungeon room. She was positively exhilarated by the sight of all three of those terrible Gryffindors suffering the punishment they had long since deserved.
That dirty little mudblood Hermione Granger squashed into a cage where she belonged, Ronald Weasley suspended by his thumbs and screaming like the wimp he was; and then Harry Potter. He didn’t look so insolent with his limbs stretched to their very limits did he?
A pity she couldn’t have stripped them all naked first – now that would have been a suitable punishment, but even now she was Headmistress she wouldn’t be able to convince Fudge that it was appropriate punishment. Not yet anyway, but as the Hogwarts staff were rapidly realising is that Delores Umbridge had ways and mean of getting what she wanted.
Argus Filch of course hadn’t been difficult to manipulate, he would happily torture every student in the building if he could. Looking at him now Delores could see that he was her kind of man, he held her moral values – and better still he would follow her to the ends of the earth. He had already made it quite clear that he held her in the utmost respect – indeed she fancied he had put her on a pedestal. Well, she mused, the man had certainly earned a reward.
“Ahem.” the noise she made to gain his attention was softer than usual and when he turned towards her he returned the small, secretive smile she gave him. Crooking her finger to beckon him to follow her, Delores’s smiled turned into a twisted sort of grin and Argus could not fail to see the way her eyes glinted oddly in the candle light.
He followed her into his office where upon he stood nervously to attention in front of his battered old desk. Delores drew a chair up in front of him and sat down – well she wasn’t about to get her knees dirty for anyone.
Loosening the piece of old rope that was tied around the top of his stained trousers she gingerly unzipped the smelly garment. Delores inhaled the whiff of cheese that emanated from within. Letting the trousers drop to his ankles she plucked at the crusty underpants beneath, bits of dried goodness knows what flaking away as she did so.
Finally he was revealed in all his splendour. Dolores’s eyes bulged more than usual at the sight of him. She allowed herself a smile of wicked pleasure as she contemplated the sight before her. Who would have thought that this scruffy, scrawny little man had the biggest todger she had ever seen – indeed though who would suspect that Dolores had seen surprisingly more than her fair share of the male organ in her time.
Smiling she lowered her mouth to his hardness, and silently wished that he would consider bathing once in a while. Ah well, perhaps she could tempt him to bathe together one of these days. Closing her eyes Delores let her mind wander to her favourite fantasy – her, Argus, the giant squid and a bottle of bubble bath.
~fin~
Pairing: Filch/Umbridge
Authors Notes: This is seriously sick and I really don’t think anyone should actually read it. It is horrible. Flames welcome – I deserve them. Actually, it's not that bad - and as regards the rating - no children were actually harmed in this fic.
Disclaimer: Not mine, making no money.
Delores Umbridge watched in delight as Argus Filch finished strapping Harry Potter to the rack in the damp dungeon room. She was positively exhilarated by the sight of all three of those terrible Gryffindors suffering the punishment they had long since deserved.
That dirty little mudblood Hermione Granger squashed into a cage where she belonged, Ronald Weasley suspended by his thumbs and screaming like the wimp he was; and then Harry Potter. He didn’t look so insolent with his limbs stretched to their very limits did he?
A pity she couldn’t have stripped them all naked first – now that would have been a suitable punishment, but even now she was Headmistress she wouldn’t be able to convince Fudge that it was appropriate punishment. Not yet anyway, but as the Hogwarts staff were rapidly realising is that Delores Umbridge had ways and mean of getting what she wanted.
Argus Filch of course hadn’t been difficult to manipulate, he would happily torture every student in the building if he could. Looking at him now Delores could see that he was her kind of man, he held her moral values – and better still he would follow her to the ends of the earth. He had already made it quite clear that he held her in the utmost respect – indeed she fancied he had put her on a pedestal. Well, she mused, the man had certainly earned a reward.
“Ahem.” the noise she made to gain his attention was softer than usual and when he turned towards her he returned the small, secretive smile she gave him. Crooking her finger to beckon him to follow her, Delores’s smiled turned into a twisted sort of grin and Argus could not fail to see the way her eyes glinted oddly in the candle light.
He followed her into his office where upon he stood nervously to attention in front of his battered old desk. Delores drew a chair up in front of him and sat down – well she wasn’t about to get her knees dirty for anyone.
Loosening the piece of old rope that was tied around the top of his stained trousers she gingerly unzipped the smelly garment. Delores inhaled the whiff of cheese that emanated from within. Letting the trousers drop to his ankles she plucked at the crusty underpants beneath, bits of dried goodness knows what flaking away as she did so.
Finally he was revealed in all his splendour. Dolores’s eyes bulged more than usual at the sight of him. She allowed herself a smile of wicked pleasure as she contemplated the sight before her. Who would have thought that this scruffy, scrawny little man had the biggest todger she had ever seen – indeed though who would suspect that Dolores had seen surprisingly more than her fair share of the male organ in her time.
Smiling she lowered her mouth to his hardness, and silently wished that he would consider bathing once in a while. Ah well, perhaps she could tempt him to bathe together one of these days. Closing her eyes Delores let her mind wander to her favourite fantasy – her, Argus, the giant squid and a bottle of bubble bath.
~fin~