Cruciaroused

Harry was standing outside on the ground of Hogwart’s, watching in horror as students and teachers alike fell down around him at the hands of Voldemort’s Death Eaters.

And then, there she was. Bellatrix Lestrange. The whore that killed Sirius, the most important person in Harry’s life. He vowed to himself that day that he would have his revenge, and now was his time.

Harry snuck up behind her and signalled to Neville, who she was currently duelling, that he was going to take over. Seeing Neville’s oh so slight nod of understanding, Harry ran at her, knocking her off her feet.

He straddled her, pinning her down on the ground. She sneered up at him, daring him to do something.

“Oh, little baby Potter. Ready to join your mudblood-loving Godfather in hell?” she spat.

“Incarcerous!” Harry screamed, watching as long thick ropes flew out from the tip of his wand, winding around her body and binding her arms and legs down. With a secondary flick of his wrist, another rope wound around her throat, leaving her just enough room to breathe. Harry watched as the ends of the ropes buried themselves into the earth, fixing her to the spot. She writhed against the ropes, trying to get free, but only succeeded in near-choking herself. She coughed violently and glared at Harry.

“Not so confident now, are you bitch?” Harry spat.

She stared up at him defiantly.

Harry backhanded her across the face as hard as he could. God, that’s a satisfying sound he thought to himself.

He watched Bellatrix turn her head back to look at him as her tongue swiped out to capture the blood running from the corner of her mouth. She sneered at him, showing her blood-covered teeth.

“Enjoying this aren’t you, Potter?” she asked sweetly, pointedly looking at the bulge in his pants.

“Crucio!” Harry screamed. Bellatrix writhed underneath him in agony, causing her hips to jut up against him. He rolled his hips down against hers and moaned as her fits of pain caressed his erection. Seeing more blood trickle from her mouth undid Harry, and he came hard against her. His momentary lapse in concentration lifted the Cruciatis curse and Bellatrix began gasping raggedly, trying to catch her breath. Harry’s harsh panting nearly matched her own, as he tried not to think about what had brought on the most intense orgasm of his life.


A/N: This one-shot is a Flashback part of a Harry/Draco story called "Draco Was A Masochist". It's currently a work-in-progress but hopefully will be published soon.