The Doctor
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Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
6,214
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Love Shack - The Beginning
Author's Notes: I read Love Shack, and it inspired me to write a sequel. Hope you enjoy it!
“Oh Gods… oh, Potter...”
Harry was sucking Draco's dick and Hermione was masturbating so hard that when the door of the Shack burst open neither of them had time to find their wands. The three lovers stared in amazement at the stranger that had ruined their night of fun.
He was tall; that much was apparent, perhaps six feet in total. He was dressed in an odd assortment of clothing: a brown suit with blue pinstripes, a worn light brown overcoat, a tie with little ringed planets on them, and a pair of dirty white Converse All-Stars. In his hands he held a strange metallic object that was emitting a faint blue light from the tip. But it was what was held in his other hand that was of the most importance to the current situation:
A Smith & Wesson Model 500 .50 Calibre Revolver.
"Sorry, am I interrupting something?" he asked, pocketing the metallic device and fixing Draco in the revolver's sights. The boy promptly wet himself. The man laughed.
“Who are you?!” Hermione said angrily.
“Who, me?” he said, rapidly turning his head from side to side, as if he was looking for someone else. “Oh. Has my fame not preceded me?” The teenagers shook their heads. “Ah, well,” he said, sighing dramatically. “You may refer to me as the Doctor. Now, would any of you young people like to educate me as to what is going on in here?”
“Erm,” Harry stuttered, and the Doctor trained the .50 calibre handgun on him. “Hermione was spanking Draco, and then we sucked each other’s cocks,” he said in a rush. The stranger stared at them for a moment, and then burst out laughing. The lovers looked at each other, slightly embarrassed.
“Does he want to join in or something?” Draco whispered to Harry.
By now the Doctor was on the ground, hands on his stomach, laughing his guts out. Suddenly he stopped and stood, his eyes taking on a dead look that Harry had seen only once before: in Sirius’. The innocent man that had spent twelve years in Hell. What had this man seen?
'If only you knew,' the 1000 year old Immortal thought. Inwardly he shuddered.
“Well, let's get this over with, shall we?” the Doctor said, and promptly turned the revolver to point at Draco’s chest, and fired. The Slytherin managed to shit himself before his corpse fell to the ground, landing in a pool of his own piss and blood.
"Holy fucking shit!" Harry screamed. "You killed him!"
He shrugged.. "Draco deserved it. And while I like you Harry, sucking another man's dick is an unforgivable offense." Harry squeaked out a protest, but it was too late; his head exploded, covering the naked form of his best friend with fragments of bone and brains.
Hermione stumbled backwards, and fell over a chair, landing on Draco’s mangled chest. She screamed it terror. The Doctor laughed like a madman. He stepped over the corpse of the heir of the Malfoys, training the revolver on her, bringing it to aim at her temple.
Tears streamed down her face. “Are you going to kill me too?”
He shook his head. "Hermione, Hermione, Hermione," he said sadly. "I'm tempted to let you live, you know. All human life is precious. And if you can’t forgive - wait, wait, wait. What the fuck am I saying?"
He bent down, and put a comforting arm on her bare shoulder. "I'm going to make this hurt, love." The brunette turned her head and vomited.
The Doctor waited for her to finish, before pulling the trigger again. The 29 gram round, travelling at over 1,650 feet per second, pierced Hermione’s body just below her belly button, punching into her womb. She howled in agony as the bullet buried itself deep in her reproductive system, screaming even louder as it passed through her back and snapping her spinal column.
The Doctor recoiled in disgust. “You bitch, you got your juices all over my shoes!” Hermione’s only response was to scream even louder. “Fuck this,” he spat, and fired again, this time the bullet blowing out her chest cavity. Her cries promptly ceased.
He turned and left the shack, slamming the door on its hinges. Rummaging in his pockets, the Doctor withdrew the metallic device, and a bottle of spray-on deodorant. “Good old Sonic,” he said, smiling affectionately. He switched the Screwdriver on, and it began emitting a faint blue glow in the direction of the Shack. He grasped the deodorant bottle and began spraying it into the blue beam’s path.
Instantly, a burst of flame rocketed towards the building, setting it ablaze. Within a minute it was consumed in the purifying fire. The Doctor watched contentedly, admiring his handiwork.
“The Crusade has begun,” he said happily. And with that he turned and walked calmly into the night, whistling as he heard the faint cracks that were the bones of his victims burning to ash.
“Oh Gods… oh, Potter...”
Harry was sucking Draco's dick and Hermione was masturbating so hard that when the door of the Shack burst open neither of them had time to find their wands. The three lovers stared in amazement at the stranger that had ruined their night of fun.
He was tall; that much was apparent, perhaps six feet in total. He was dressed in an odd assortment of clothing: a brown suit with blue pinstripes, a worn light brown overcoat, a tie with little ringed planets on them, and a pair of dirty white Converse All-Stars. In his hands he held a strange metallic object that was emitting a faint blue light from the tip. But it was what was held in his other hand that was of the most importance to the current situation:
A Smith & Wesson Model 500 .50 Calibre Revolver.
"Sorry, am I interrupting something?" he asked, pocketing the metallic device and fixing Draco in the revolver's sights. The boy promptly wet himself. The man laughed.
“Who are you?!” Hermione said angrily.
“Who, me?” he said, rapidly turning his head from side to side, as if he was looking for someone else. “Oh. Has my fame not preceded me?” The teenagers shook their heads. “Ah, well,” he said, sighing dramatically. “You may refer to me as the Doctor. Now, would any of you young people like to educate me as to what is going on in here?”
“Erm,” Harry stuttered, and the Doctor trained the .50 calibre handgun on him. “Hermione was spanking Draco, and then we sucked each other’s cocks,” he said in a rush. The stranger stared at them for a moment, and then burst out laughing. The lovers looked at each other, slightly embarrassed.
“Does he want to join in or something?” Draco whispered to Harry.
By now the Doctor was on the ground, hands on his stomach, laughing his guts out. Suddenly he stopped and stood, his eyes taking on a dead look that Harry had seen only once before: in Sirius’. The innocent man that had spent twelve years in Hell. What had this man seen?
'If only you knew,' the 1000 year old Immortal thought. Inwardly he shuddered.
“Well, let's get this over with, shall we?” the Doctor said, and promptly turned the revolver to point at Draco’s chest, and fired. The Slytherin managed to shit himself before his corpse fell to the ground, landing in a pool of his own piss and blood.
"Holy fucking shit!" Harry screamed. "You killed him!"
He shrugged.. "Draco deserved it. And while I like you Harry, sucking another man's dick is an unforgivable offense." Harry squeaked out a protest, but it was too late; his head exploded, covering the naked form of his best friend with fragments of bone and brains.
Hermione stumbled backwards, and fell over a chair, landing on Draco’s mangled chest. She screamed it terror. The Doctor laughed like a madman. He stepped over the corpse of the heir of the Malfoys, training the revolver on her, bringing it to aim at her temple.
Tears streamed down her face. “Are you going to kill me too?”
He shook his head. "Hermione, Hermione, Hermione," he said sadly. "I'm tempted to let you live, you know. All human life is precious. And if you can’t forgive - wait, wait, wait. What the fuck am I saying?"
He bent down, and put a comforting arm on her bare shoulder. "I'm going to make this hurt, love." The brunette turned her head and vomited.
The Doctor waited for her to finish, before pulling the trigger again. The 29 gram round, travelling at over 1,650 feet per second, pierced Hermione’s body just below her belly button, punching into her womb. She howled in agony as the bullet buried itself deep in her reproductive system, screaming even louder as it passed through her back and snapping her spinal column.
The Doctor recoiled in disgust. “You bitch, you got your juices all over my shoes!” Hermione’s only response was to scream even louder. “Fuck this,” he spat, and fired again, this time the bullet blowing out her chest cavity. Her cries promptly ceased.
He turned and left the shack, slamming the door on its hinges. Rummaging in his pockets, the Doctor withdrew the metallic device, and a bottle of spray-on deodorant. “Good old Sonic,” he said, smiling affectionately. He switched the Screwdriver on, and it began emitting a faint blue glow in the direction of the Shack. He grasped the deodorant bottle and began spraying it into the blue beam’s path.
Instantly, a burst of flame rocketed towards the building, setting it ablaze. Within a minute it was consumed in the purifying fire. The Doctor watched contentedly, admiring his handiwork.
“The Crusade has begun,” he said happily. And with that he turned and walked calmly into the night, whistling as he heard the faint cracks that were the bones of his victims burning to ash.