Once a week or so, my friends and I get together in IRC and challenge each other to write drabbles. One person will give the others a specific pairing and summary, and the rest of us have 15 minutes to write a drabble using that theme. We strive for 100 words on the dot, but have bent the rules a bit to allow up to 150 words, and if we go over 100 words it must be in multiples of five.
So, here you go. More pairings than you can shake a stick at. Please heed the ratings and warnings for each individual piece. Unless otherwise noted, all drabbles are exactly 100 words.
"Something smells good." Greyback sniffed appreciatively at Draco's neck as Draco gave the contents of the pot another stir. "What's that you're making?"
"Stew," Draco replied. Being the youngest Death Eater had its disadvantages; they treated him like a house-elf. "Want to t-taste?" Repressing a shudder, he dipped a spoon into the pot and held it up for Greyback to sample.
"Nah. Don't like silver." Draco could hear the leer in Greyback's voice. "Here," he added, poking one dirty finger into the pot. "This way's better." Greyback ran his finger along the side of Draco's neck and licked the trail of stew away with the flat of his tongue. "Delicious," he whispered, his lips lingering lightly on Draco's crawling skin.
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Characters: Neville, Frank Longbottom. Summary: All I want for Christmas. NC-17, 285 words.
"Dad?" Neville poked his head around the privacy screen. His father was, thankfully, awake this time. He hated coming all the way out here just to spend two hours watching his father sleep.
"Buh," Frank Longbottom said, gazing at Neville with eyes that never quite seemed to focus.
"Happy Christmas, Dad," Neville replied. He tried not to glance at the empty bed that had been his mum's home for so many years. No matter how many times he passed it by, it was still a shock not to see her lying there.
"Mmmm," Frank said. Neville pulled a chair up to the bed and handed his father a small package. Frank knocked it to the floor.
With a sigh, Neville bent to retrieve it. "I'll just put it up here, then, shall I?" He straightened and reached for the top of the nearby cabinet; before he could put the package on top Franks hands were tugging at his robes.
"Dad. No, Dad," Neville whispered urgently, but he didn't try to bat Frank's hands away. That would only make him angry, and things would get ugly. This, Neville knew from past experience. Best to just let Frank do what he wanted, to give himself over to the rough tongue slipping up and down the length of his cock, and squeeze his eyes shut tight so he wouldn't see it was his *father* who was swallowing him whole.
Frank was always calm when he was finished. Neville's face burned pink as he leaned forward to brush a dot of come from his father's chin. Years ago, Death Eaters had taken away all Neville would ever really want for Christmas, but this, he supposed, was better than nothing.
Bill's hand stilled as the bedroom door creaked open, and he held his breath as a silhouette slipped inside.
"Bill?"
He had been three strokes away from his climax, maybe four, and his cock was still blood-hot and pulsing in his palm. "What?" he whispered fiercely, as the shadow drew closer to the bed.
"I... I had a nightmare."
Damn. He knew it had been a mistake, all those years ago, to tuck Percy under his blankets when the child woke up screaming. Percy was old enough now that it should no longer be necessary, and Bill was about to tell him so when Percy climbed into his bed.
"You're sweating," Percy said, his small hand brushing Bill's bare chest. One finger brushed Bill's nipple, and he shuddered. Percy seemed fascinated by the response, and tugged at the taut flesh again.
Bill came with a silent cry, his body trembling, every muscle flexing.
"You all right?" Percy's voice was laced with concern as he studied Bill's face in the dim light.
Bill rolled over and wiped his hand clean on the sheet. "Fine. Just be quiet now, and go to sleep."
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Characters: Snape, Lucius. Summary: I knew the first time I saw you. NC-17, 180 words
Severus drifted across the room, hypnotized by Lucius's smile, and knelt between the long, muscled legs. Head bowed, he ran his fingers lightly up Lucius's thighs and nuzzled the bulge at their apex with his nose.
Lucius sucked in a hiss of air, and Severus was rewarded with the feel of Lucius's fingers tugging brutally at his hair. A kiss, a nudge, a quick flick of the buttons, and Lucius was in his mouth... finally, finally, after wanting him there for so long.
Lucius moaned and closed his eyes, and Severus licked his way from tip to root, long fingers rolling Lucius's balls gently, ignoring the throbbing between his own legs.
The clock chimed the hour and Severus froze, his lips locked around the base of Lucius's prick. He'd lost track of the time. Damnit! Where had the hour gone?
Lucius's next gasp had no element of desire in it; a moment later, Severus was on his back and Lucius was towering above him, his pale face flushed with rage and a handful of Narcissa's hair clenched in his fist.
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Characters: Harry, Ron. Summary: Anything you can do, I can do better. NC-17, 200 words
Every week, the contest was different.
Sometimes, they'd see who could come first. The next time, who could last longest. Or who could come most often in the space of an hour.
This week, Harry had marked a line on the floor a foot or so in front of them, and challenged Ron to see who could shoot farthest.
Ron's fingers were so slippery he could barely grip himself, but the friction was secondary to the sound of Harry's breathy moans. He slipped into his favorite daydream -- Harry on his hands and knees in front of him, bucking wildly, forcing Ron's cock so deep inside their balls slapped together...
Harry came with a grunt, come splattering to the floor just short of the mark; a moment later Ron hit his peak and a string of white hit the ground an inch past the line.
Harry grinned, his chest still heaving, cock softening against his palm. "You're amazing, Ron."
Ron's heart hammered against his ribs as he answered Harry with a kiss. Later, he turned his face to the wall to block out the memory of Harry shoving him away and stumbling to his bed, his eyes wide with horror.
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Characters: Snape, Harry. Summary: I can make you a man. PG-13, 210 words
"...and so, I need your help."
A sneer. "What makes you think I want to help you with this... particular problem?"
"Well. It's just that... you see... I've been surfing the Internet, and it seems like you're..." His voice trailed off into a mumble.
"A what?"
"A SEX GOD."
"Oh."
"Yes. You wouldn't believe the people the fandom has paired you with. Remus, Draco, Sirius --"
"Sirius?!"
"Oh yes. In both human and dog form."
"Merlin."
"Yes. They've even paired you with --" An audible gulp. "Me."
"...I see. Quite the imagination these people have."
A nod. "So you see, I figure at least some of those tales have to be true. As they say, 50 million Frenchmen can't be wrong."
"Well, yes, I suppose. The only problem is, I'm straight."
"I don't believe it."
"As an arrow. But I suppose I can make an exception." He leered. "It might even be fun. I hope you're a screamer."
"Right. Let's get going, then."
Afterwards, Harry grinned at Snape's sweaty face and leaned back on the headboard. "So Snape, you're a man at last."
Snape lifted his head and glared. "Hardly. I knew I should have asked Longbottom. According to the stories I've read, at least he is well-hung."
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Characters: Snape, Remus. Summary: The only one he ever feared. NC-17, 180 words.
"I-I'm not afraid of you."
Black snorted. "Give it up Snivellus." He waved his wand casually in Severus's face. "You're practically pissing your pants and everyone here knows it. Don't we, mates?"
Pettigrew's laugh was shrill enough to make Severus's teeth hurt. Potter leaned on Pettigrew's shoulder and grinned. "Go on then, Sirius. Let's see you give it to him."
Black leered as he approached and knelt on the ground next to Severus's head. "Hear that, Snivellus? To the victor go the spoils." The sound of a zip being lowered, and Black's thick cock came into view. Severus struggled frantically against the ropes. "But I was taught to share. Peter and James will have the next go, all right?"
"Let him go, Sirius." Severus would have laughed at how quickly Black got to his feet at the sound of Lupin's voice, had the situation not been so dire. The knot of tension in his gut began to unravel, and then a pair of feet nudged him over onto his back.
"Me first," said Lupin with a grin, straddling Severus's chest.
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Characters, Fred, George. Summary: You get what you pay for. NC-17, 200 words.
"All right, Harry?"
"I-I think so." Harry's wince bled through in his voice, and George stopped moving.
"It'll be okay," Fred whispered, smoothing Harry's fringe off his sweaty forehead. "Bear down on him a bit. It'll help."
Harry puffed out a few quick breaths and did as Fred instructed. George groaned and pumped his hips forward. Harry gasped as George's cock slid past a spot deep inside that made his head swim.
Fred grinned. "Told you so. Get him up, George."
George wrapped an arm around Harry's chest and drew him to his knees. The prick planted firmly in his arse jerked, and Harry leaned his head back on George's shoulder as Fred swallowed his cock to the root. He barely had time to lay hands on Fred's head before his brain exploded and poured into Fred's mouth.
He could still taste himself later when Fred kissed him. "Was it good?" George asked. "Was it the best you've ever had?"
"Yeah." Harry didn't bother to explain that it was the only he'd ever had. "What brought this on?"
"Remember that thousand Galleons you gave us last summer?" Fred grinned at Harry's confused expression. "Well, you get what you pay for."
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Characters: Sirius, Lucius. Summary: What will a desperate man do? PG, 150 words.
"Well?"
"I told him where to find them. They're dead."
Lucius slammed the door and turned on his heel. "All three of them?"
Sirius's smile turned feral. "That's the best part. The boy survived, and in the doing destroyed the Dark Lord."
Lucius's mouth fell open. "No."
"Oh, yes. It belongs to us now. All of it. The wizarding world will soon fall at our feet."
Lucius pulled Sirius into a rough embrace, grinning coldly over his shoulder. "This calls for a toast," he said, pushing Sirius away and turning toward the wine rack. "To James Potter's stupidity." He clinked his glass against Sirius's and raised it to his mouth. The bitter wine sloshed against his lips; he wiped them clean with his fingertips as Sirius slid noiselessly to the floor.
"And to yours," he whispered. He uncorked a fresh bottle and enjoyed a glass before calling for the Aurors.
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Characters: Lucius, Bill. Summary: A curse that won't break. R, 388 words.
"Are you saying there's nothing you can do?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying, Mr Malfoy." Bill gave Lucius his cheekiest grin, and Lucius sniffed his disdain.
"Hardly what I expected from an experienced cursebreaker," Lucius said in a lofty tone. He gave the glowing box on the table before them his most threatening glare, to no effect. "Of course, given the fact that you are a Weasley, I suppose it shouldn't come as a surprise."
Bill snorted. "You're dealing with a muggle artefact here. They don't respond to countercurses the same way magical objects do."
Lucius squinted at the box, his breath catching in his throat as Bill did something that made the images change. The large, flat screen in front was suddenly filled with a picture of the biggest cock Lucius had ever seen in his life. "A-are you sure this is a muggle photograph?" he stammered, his mouth going dry as the image shifted and the outsized cock was thrust deep into the mouth of a blindfolded man on his knees. "It's moving."
"Quite sure," Bill said, his eyes wide as he, too, stared at the hypnotic scene. "My father told me once about how muggles can make pictures move sometimes." He shook his head to clear it and glanced up at Lucius's flushed expression, a knowing leer spreading across his face at the sight of the growing bulge in the other man's trousers. "I can get rid of this, if you like," he said, one hand poised.
"That won't be necessary!" Lucius nudged Bill's hand out of the way with the tip of his cane. He cleared his throat and tore his eyes away. "I'll deal with it myself. Later." Much later, he thought. "I just want to know how to put a stop this curse, but if you can't help me..."
"Sorry, no. There's simply no way to stop it from happening." Bill pushed his chair back and stood up. "That's the risk you run for having muggle machinery in your home."
"Fine," Lucius snapped. "But I promise you this: if I ever find the muggle who invented this... what did you call it again?"
"Spam," Bill said.
Lucius straightened to his full height. "If I ever find the muggle who invented this spam, I shall not hesitate to use the Cruciatus on him."
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Character: Harry. Summary: Older, not necessarily wiser, in a job that's not the usual run-of-the-mill fic job. G, 400 words.
Harry whistles tunelessly as he bends over a tub of butter pecan. A turn of the wrist, a flick of the thumb, and one perfect scoop slides into the frosted glass dish.
Harry smiles. He doesn't remember the days when he let nearly every other scoop fell to the floor with a wet plop. He doesn't recall Mr Fortescue charming the scooper so the ice cream will always end up where it belongs.
The children balance their dishes between outstretched palms and scamper back to their mothers, giggling. Their faces are smeared when Harry notices them again, and the women eye him curiously as he clears away the next table.
"That's him, all right," one says to the other. "Such a shame, isn't it?"
"Truly," the other sighs, leaning closer to her companion. "My mum used to tell us stories about his heroics during the war. And just look at him now." She shakes her head and tsks. "I hear they never did figure out which spell he got hit with."
Harry glances up, and they look away. For a moment he wonders who they're talking about, and then a spot on the table catches his attention. By the time he's finished wiping it away, the mothers and their children are gone.
Another woman enters the shop that afternoon, a woman with bushy brown hair showing the first streaks of gray. "Hello, Harry," she says, and her eyes are haunted and sad. Harry's brow furrows as he hesitantly returns her smile, wondering how she knows his name. But her face is kind, so he puts two cherries on her sundae before handing it to her with a wordless grunt. Her eyes are shiny as she drops a few coins in his hand and then hurries away, abandoning the sundae on the counter.
"Leave it," Mr Fortescue says. "Maybe she'll be back for it." But before long the whipped cream begins to sag and drip over the sides of the dish, and Mr Fortescue tells Harry he can have it. Harry carries it to a table and thrusts a spoon into the middle, sucking the soupy chocolate and cream from the silver with loud slurps that turn the other patrons' heads.
When the dish is empty he drops the spoon into it with a clatter and gives his belly an appreciative pat. He can't imagine a better life than this.
"Squeeze," Harry whispers in parseltongue, and the boa's scales shimmer in the half-light as the muscles on the underside of its body contract.
Lucius's face goes ashen-gray. Harry smiles and resists the urge to coo at the beautiful, obedient snake. Its tongue flickers across Lucius's nipple, and the sight makes Harry's cock jerk.
Lucius tosses his head, and Harry strokes the snake's coils. "That's good. Release now. Just a bit."
A grateful gulp of air, then another; short, desperate pants as Harry sits back, releasing a gasp of his own as the thick cock slips deeper inside. "Squeeze," he says again, grasping his own prick and giving it a sharp tug.
A dangerous game Malfoy has chosen to play. Harry whispers a magical command, and the snake hisses once and swallows its tail. He moans his gratitude for its sacrifice, and comes with a shout on the stilled chest beneath.
"Come on, Severus. You said it was my turn to decide our adventure this week."
Snape sneered. "Yes, but I never *dreamed* you come up with such an... *outlandish* idea." But he had to admit he was intrigued, and so he allowed himself to be dragged into the club's gent's room, grumbling under his breath for good measure.
"These doors don't even lock properly," he complained, as he was shoved hurriedly into one of the stalls.
"Just hold the door shut, then. No one will bother us."
Snape shuddered when he saw the condition of the floor, but dropped to his knees anyway. His lover's cock was already poking through the hole, and the sight of it made his mouth go dry. Almost as an afterthought, he braced the door shut with the flat of his hand before swallowing around the dark length to the root.
Long minutes past as his head bobbed and his tongue swirled, saliva slipping down his chin as he sucked greedily. The moans from the next stall guided his movements, and he pressed his palm against the painful lump in his own robes.
Someone tried the door, and Snape pulled back just long enough to shout, "Occupied!" before returning to his pleasant task. A moment later, he heard a gasp that was not related to his talented mouth.
"I'm dreadfully sorry," an embarrassed -- and horribly familiar -- voice said from outside the next stall. Snape froze, his lips stretched wide. He could almost see the blush that must be coloring that wizened old face. "*Ahem.* You *do* realize this is the men's room?"
"This isn't what it looks like, Albus." Snape had never heard his lover's voice sound so weak.
Dumbledore chuckled, and Snape shriveled up and died. "I believe it is, Minerva."
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Characters: Remus, Bill. Summary: What you see is what you get. R, 175 words, written for "under the influence" night.
"Remus?"
Bill staggers up the stairs. His footsteps are heavy in the dark stillness, but he cannot hear them. The darkness pulses pink around him. He doesn't feel the floor beneath his feet. He doesn't feel the banister beneath his fingers. All he knows is the bitterness on his tongue and the aching throb between his legs.
"Remus?"
Remus doesn't answer his knock, and Bill stifles a giggle as he toys with the doorknob. His breath billows blue before it fades slowly away. "I know you're in there," he singsongs, then leans in close to the door. "I can't wait until morning. Let me in."
His head swims as he presses an ear to the door. The spells glow orange around the door, but he is undeterred. No curse breaker worth his salt would be.
The magic that flows from the tip of his wand is green, and a moment later the door clicks open.
"Remus?"
Brown, then red. Pain. And blood. Teeth and claws. Bill's fear is yellow, and the wolf's madness is black.
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Characters: Snape, Harry. Summary: The morning after the night before. NC-17, 210 words
Potter was almost beautiful when he slept. Perhaps never more so than this morning, with his lips swollen from hard, desperate kisses, his neck marked with small purpling patches in the shape of Snape's teeth.
Snape pulled back the duvet to admire Potter's body. Tiny brown nipples, still tight; Snape tugged on one with his teeth, and Potter didn't stir. He'd made the potion extra potent. Potter wouldn't awaken for hours yet.
Snape's cock flared to life, and he turned Potter over and slid inside the unresisting body once more, still loose and slick from the night before. Slowly, this time. Deep. Sensual. He let himself linger on the edge of his climax for an age, muscles taut, breathing harsh, grinding his pelvis against the firm flesh below until he could no longer hold back the heat that scalded him through to his bones.
A final sharp nip to Potter's shoulder blade, and Snape rolled off the bed.
A last lingering glance. Potter *was* beautiful. Debauched and thoroughly used. He'd submitted willingly the night before. The next time Snape fucked him, Potter would struggle.
Snape knelt before the hearth and tossed in a handful of powder. "Good news, my Lord," he called into the flames. "I have the Potter boy."
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Characters: Fred, George. Summary: I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition. PG, 145 words, written for "under the influence" night.
"So, whatchu need then, lads?" Mundungus exhaled another stream of foul-smelling green smoke. George was tempted to wave it away, but his hand felt too heavy to move.
"Main thing we need is venomous tentacula seeds," Fred said. He seemed to be having trouble focusing his eyes. "Venomous tentacula seeds and scarab beetles. Scarab beetles and venomous tentacula seeds."
"And dried nettles," added George.
"Right. So. The three things we need are venomous tentacula seeds, scarab beetles and dried nettles. And puffer-fish eyes. Four things." Fred cleared his throat. "Among the things we need are--"
"Mundungus!" Molly's voice cut through the haze. "I thought I told you I don't want you smoking that thing in here! What's going on? Fred? George? What are you doing?"
Fred sighed. "Blimey, mum. You sound like the Spanish Inquisition."
"Can't say it's unexpected," George replied under his breath.
Characters: Arthur, Neville. Summary: Every rose has a thorn. 175 words, NC-17.
Someone was in pain.
Ron tiptoed toward the kitchen, his heart in his throat. The cries grew louder and he drew his wand, hoping the noises wouldn't wake Mrs Black's portrait. Making a quick mental run through the spells he'd learned in the DA, Ron cautiously pushed the door open, his wand at the ready.
One look, and the wand nearly fell to the floor.
Neville. Spread out on Molly's spotless kitchen table. His legs up on Arthur's shoulders, his eyes screwed up in pleasure/pain. As Ron watched Neville loosed another cry, and he realized it was not a cry of pain, but one of pleasure.
Arthur's face was red from the exertion, and his breathing sounded like the Hogwarts Express. Ron couldn't tear his eyes away from his father's enormous cock as Neville's body rocked back and forth, again and again and again.
Ron closed his eyes and turned away, a knot of resentment tightening in his chest. "I never get to be first at *anything,* he muttered, shuffling dejectedly back down the hallway.
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Characters: Moody, Snape. Summary: The magic eye sees all. NC-17, 150 words, warning for non-con.
"Traitor," Lucius hisses. His cock is the fifth one Snape has taken in the past two hours, and he's nearly past the point of caring. Lucius seems to know this, and he reaches between Snape's legs to give his balls a vicious twist. Snape whimpers, his throat too raw to scream anymore, and Lucius smiles grimly as he grinds his prick in the overstretched, dripping hole.
"They're around here somewhere," Kingsley whispers.
"We'll split up," Moody growls. "If you find them, send up red sparks." Tonks and Kingsley nod, and they move off in opposite directions.
"Go on, Walden," Voldemort says, his voice a lazy drawl as Macnair moves into position. "I'm sure our dear Severus can take one more."
Moody stands on the other side of the door, watching, listening, pulling on his swollen cock. He'll call the others soon. He hopes Snape can take one more, as well.
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Characters: Sirius, Harry. Summary: Care of magical motorbikes. NC-17, 150 words.
The chrome on the fender is so shiny, Sirius can see his reflection. Every detail of his face. The creases around his eyes that deepen when he moans. The dry, parched look of his lips as he pants. The shining beads of sweat as they form and drip down his forehead.
"Faster," he begs, the press of the handlebars gouging into this belly, but it feels so good... too good to stop.
He can see the mirror image of Remus's face over his shoulder, and he wants to lick the red, parted lips. He laps at the chrome, instead, and comes with a frenzied shout, his eyes screwed shut.
When he opens them again, his vision blurred with the tears of his climax, for an instant it seems Remus has two faces. Both are open-mouthed and calling out his name. One has a scar in the middle of his forehead.
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Characters: James, Peter. Summary: Fair is fair. 140 words, NC-17, public sex
"Wow, look at him go!" Sirius watched in fascination as James's stretched lips whitened around the edges.
James gagged and tried to pull back, but Remus had his hand on the back of James's head. "No fair, Prongs. You broke your promise, and now you have to pay the penalty."
Peter couldn't manage anything but a stuttered groan; his elbows locked as he leaned back on his palms, and his eyes fluttered shut as the tip of his cock slipped into James's throat.
Sirius smiled when Peter collapsed and James finally came up for air. "Now, what have we learned here, Prongs?"
James spat and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He glared, and Sirirus's grin grew wider. "Well?"
"I've learned that when Peter tells me a secret, I have to keep it to myself," James mumbled.
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Characters: Remus, Harry. Summary: At the Werewolf Registration Office. 150 words, PG
"Name?" The clerk looked bored, as all clerks do.
"Harry Potter."
The clerk glanced up at with an expression that left no doubt as to his estimation of Harry's intelligence. "No. I meant *his* name." He pointed at Remus with his quill.
"Oh. Sorry. Remus Jessica Lupin."
A scribble on parchment. "And you say he's trained?"
"Oh yes, sir. He'll do whatever you say. Watch." Harry turned to the wolf. "Remus, my hand!"
Remus lifted his paw and Harry shook it, grinning.
"Remus, my face!" A slobbery kiss left him giggling.
"Remus, my leg!"
No response.
Harry smiled nervously. "My leg, Remus, my leg!"
Still nothing.
The clerk snorted. "So he'll do anything you say, eh?" He shook his head and tore the parchment in two. "Trained werewolf, my arse."
"I should never have taught you that trick, Remus," Harry said sadly, as the clerk's surprised shout filled the air.
A/N: And before anyone asks, I used "Jessica" as a placeholder for Remy's middle name and was going to change it to something else, but everyone in the room urged me to leave it in, so...
"Let me see your hand, dear," Umbridge said in her high, girlish voice.
Fred ignored her and gave George a sideways look. George grinned.
"Hem, hem. I said, let me see your hand." Umbridge's voice was louder this time.
Fred tossed his quill down on his parchment and stretched his hand out on the desk. He'd be damned if he wanted her touching him.
"I know you two want to be expelled," Umbridge said, bending over to examine Fred's bleeding hand. "But I think this is a much better way of handling the situation, don't you?"
"Yeah right, you miserable old bat," George mumbled as Umbridge turned away. "You just don't want anyone else to enjoy their lives."
"That will be another night's detention, Mr Weasley."
Fred sighed and picked up his quill. He wasn't sure how they'd explain it to mum when she saw "I must not bugger my brother in the Great Hall" inscribed halfway up their arms.
Snape tried for one of his trademark glares, but with his eye swollen shut it only served to make Harry smile.
"We'll start," Harry said, walking slowly around the post where Snape was tethered, "with 100 points. If you have any left at the end, you will get to keep your miserable life. If not..." He let his voice trail off, but Snape understood.
"Excellent." Harry pushed Snape to his knees and grabbed the back of his head. "In your mouth," he whispered, rubbing his crotch against Snape's nose.
Snape hesitated.
"That will be 10 points from Slytherin," Harry said, and Snape set to work with his teeth.
Years of frustration at Snape's unfair treatment expressed themselves, and Harry took points without mercy. Ten here for gagging as Harry thrust deep in his throat, ten there for allowing a bead of come to slip down his chin, ten more for fumbling at his buttons with hands that were numb from the restraints...
He was down to his last five points when Harry finally came for the last time. It had been a very near thing, though. Harry had pounded him for close to an hour while he moaned and clawed at the ground. He clenched his arse around the invading cock as best he could, trying to rip the final orgasm from Harry before the last point was lost.
Harry collapsed, panting, and the feel of his breath on Snape's sweat-drenched neck made him shiver. "Did I forget to tell you, Snape?" Harry gasped, yanking himself free of Snape's abused hole. "You weren't supposed to move. But you were so delightfully tight, I can't bring myself to take points for it."
"You remember this, of course," Lucius purred, slipping his slick fingers between Sirius's cheeks.
"No. But oh god..."
"Such a shame." Lucius hooked his index finger so it nudged Sirius's prostate. "And you used to enjoy it so much."
Sirius bucked and the fingers withdrew. "How about this, Black?" Lucius said, rubbing the head of his prick against the shining pucker. "Surely you remember *this.*" He thrust his way inside and clucked his tongue as Sirius gasped and shook his head. "The dementors really did take all your happy memories, didn't they. Well. We shall have to create new ones."
Lost, wanting, his memory a void in desperate need of filling, Sirius let Lucius have his way; he left their encounter with a smile on his face and a spring in his step.
"Was it as good as you remembered?" Walden asked, his own fingers sticky as the show came to an end.
"Don't be a fool," Lucius said, straightening his robes. "I've never fucked him before in my life."
Characters: Remus, Neville. Summary: First date jitters. 150 words, PG
"Will it hurt?"
"Yes. Rather a lot. I'm sorry."
Neville gulped and nodded. He was thankful his first time would be with Remus. He knew the older man was experienced, and hoped he would be gentle.
"It'll be easier if you take off your clothes," Remus said, and Neville nodded again. Turning his back, he unbuttoned his shirt with trembling fingers. As each garment came off, he folded it carefully, then arranged it on a flat rock lying nearby. When all of his shields were removed, he turned around as slowly as he could. Remus was already nude.
"Now what?" Neville whispered.
"I've found it best to get on all fours," Remus said, and Neville dropped to his hands and knees. Remus knelt behind him, and Neville tensed.
The last thing Neville saw as the full moon rose was a flash of light on the fresh scar encircling his arm.
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Characters: Ron, niffler. Summary: Burrowing for treasure. 200 words, R. Warning for bestiality.
"Ron! What the *fuck* are you doing?"
Harry's fist was strain-white in Ron's bedcurtain. He thought he might be sick.
"H-harry..." Ron stuttered, hoisting himself up on his hands. "Th-this isn't what you think."
Harry turned away, retching, and stumbled across the room to his bed. He didn't think he could ever get the image of Scabbers' tail flicking madly between Ron's arse cheeks out of his head. It haunted him for months, and just when he'd finally been able to close his eyes without seeing it behind the lids, they'd found out Scabbers wasn't really a rat.
Ron's reaction would have been comical, if Harry had not been so disgusted by it all. He wondered what other deviance his friend got up to when his back was turned.
But Ron swore he'd reformed, so Harry thought nothing of it when Bill gave Ron a niffler that Christmas. That is until the afternoon he'd gone to buy one of the twins' Skiving Snackboxes and discovered his moneybag was missing.
"How's the niffler, Ron?" he asked casually that evening. "He any good at finding treasure?"
Ron blushed. "Uh... yeah. He is. Quite good."
Harry decided he didn't want his money back.
***
Characters: Snape, Sirius. Summary: "Albus said teamwork, you fool!" 200 words, PG.
The dog stopped dead and Severus halted, as well. A car's horn blared as the vehicle rushed past.
"Blasted muggle machinery," Severus grumbled under his breath. The halter in his hand jerked, and he took a cautious step off the kerb. The dog tugged him up the street, nudging at his fingers when they arrived at their destination.
He flipped the light switch as they passed over the threshold; the light was superfluous for him, but the dog needed to see. That was the whole point of having the beast, after all. No magic tingled in his rooms; no potions could cure him, no spells could restore what he had lost, and he had left the wizarding world behind.
He crawled beneath the bedcovers, and his companion was waiting there for him. Two withered legs intertwined with his, and the warm stump of a human nose nuzzled at his ear.
"There is no need for you to stay, Black," he said, but he drew the body closer.
"Where else can I go, looking like this?" Sirius said, and his voice was bitter.
Severus traced the scars marring the once-handsome face. "You look fine to me," he whispered into the darkness.
***
Characters: Voldemort, Nagini. Summary: Courting rituals of the damned. 140 words, NC-17, warning for non-con
The stone slab was cold against Harry's chest and the icy ridge just below his sternum rubbed his skin raw with each savage thrust. "You're so tight, dear boy," Voldemort hissed. Long fingers tightened brutally around his hipbones and the voice returned with a grim promise. "Do whatever you can to make it last, Harry Potter. When I am finished with you, you die."
Nagini circled the rock, her tongue tasting Harry's fear on the heavy air. She raised her head and looked him in the eye. Harry's mind raced and he flexed around the invading cock, using the resulting groan to cover his Parseltongue whisper: "Imperio!"
The slitted eyes grew dull, and as Voldemort shuddered and came, the snake's head darted forward. The Dark Lord's cock was still twitching when the last of her venom drained into his flesh.
***
Characters: Padfoot, James. Summary: Old habits die hard. 190 words, R, warning for implied bestiality
Harry had seen Sirius as a dog long before he knew Sirius was an animagus, but he didn't remember it. Sirius visited Godric's Hollow often after Harry was born, and he'd transform for the baby's entertainment. From the time Harry was old enough to sit up, he'd pull Padfoot's tail and giggle, or toss scraps on the floor for Padfoot to inhale.
Sirius would stay in dog form after Lily put Harry down and went to bed, and James would hunker down on all fours for a good, hard shag.
And then James died, and Sirius went to Azkaban. The next time he saw Harry as Padfoot, Harry was scared to death. Sirius's mind reeled from the rejection but his body remembered the old days, the feel of James's muscles rippling beneath his paws.
A drunkard lay sleeping in the playpark on Magnolia Road. His hair was dark, like James, like Harry, and Padfoot mounted him, unable to stop himself. He rutted against the man's clothed leg, wanting to forget, just like Harry had forgotten. But the effort failed, and he left in the middle, just like James had left.
***
Characters: Snape, Harry. Summary: Sins of the father. NC-17 (Last two lines lifted from a Sidney Sheldon novel)
"Severus... you're hurting me..."
"I know." The words were barely comprehensible through teeth clenched so tightly his jaw throbbed.
But he did not stop. Harry squirmed beneath him, eyes screwed shut, lips taut with discomfort. His sweat-soaked fringe slopped over his forehead, covering his scar; with the green eyes closed he looked exactly like his father.
James bloody Potter. How Severus had loathed him. How he still did.
Severus thrust harder. Harry whimpered, and Severus knew it would be their last time together if he didn't stop.
But he could not stop. He wasn't making love. He was making hate.
***
Characters: Snape, Harry. Summary: The truth hurts. G
Ron poked his head through the staff room door. It was empty except for Snape, dozing in an armchair.
"You slipped him the Veritaserum?" Harry whispered.
"And the sleeping potion. Why are we doing this?"
"I think he wants me. I have to find out for sure."
Ron grimaced. Harry cast a spell so Snape could talk in his sleep.
"Professor, there's someone at this school you want very badly, isn't there."
Snape nodded, eyes closed.
"Who?"
"Ha -- " Snape began. Harry's heart leapt.
"Ha --"
"C'mon, Professor, who?!"
"Hagrid," Snape breathed, his face softening into a smile.
***
Characters: Snape. Summary: Snape's best memory. G
"M-my Lord," Pettigrew said. "The Potters have made me their Secret Keeper."
Snape watched the Dark Lord smile, and he knew he should get back to Dumbledore with the news at once. But there were potions to finish and cauldrons to clean, and the memory of old grudges to purge. By the time he had finished wrestling with his conscience, it was too late.
"Lily and James are dead." Dumbledore's voice sounded older than he was. "And Sirius Black is in custody."
Small incoherent noises, soft breathy moans... these were his Christmas carols.
Droplets of sweat falling on his face, fingers rippling around his cock, Potter's tongue sweeping through his mouth... these were his Christmas gifts.
A tingling welt upon his neck, where Potter's teeth had nicked it when his first thrust transformed a tender nip into a bite... this was his Christmas decoration.
No more hiding from his mother's tears, nor gritting his teeth against Albus's yuletide platitudes. Potter riding him hard, beautiful in debauchery as he strained his back to plunge deeper, fuck harder...
This was his new Christmas tradition.
***
Characters: Snape, Lucius. Summary: Just whose side are you on? 135 words, NC-17
The aftershocks made Lucius's legs tremble as he slowly, ever so slowly, pulled himself free of Severus's throat. The much needed rush of moist air along his length was the most thrilling of final caresses, and he smiled coldly as he painted the dry, cracked lips with the sticky remnants of his climax.
"There now," he crooned. "That wasn't so bad, was it? Now. What is this message you wanted me to carry to the Dark Lord for you, Severus?"
Severus struggled against his too-tight bonds, gasping as his shoulder was wrenched free of its socket. "Tell him - " A gasp. "Tell him I am loyal to him, Lucius," Severus hissed. "I am now, and I always have been."
"How unfortunate for you, old friend," Lucius said, slowly leveling his wand between Severus's eyes.
***
Characters: Lucius, Harry. Summary: Desecrating is easy. 100 words, NC-17. Warning for non-con
It rained the night before, and the carpet of leaves underfoot still smelled of damp earth. The heavy odor filled Potter's entire body as he struggled, trying to lift his head enough to snort away the soil caked inside his nostrils.
"Such a foolish boy," Lucius gasped, tearing Potter apart with another savage thrust, "to come here all alone. Didn't Dumbledore warn you against it?"
But his words were well lost to Potter's shrieks, and Lucius braced his hands against the headstone. His eyes lingered on the name "Evans" for only a moment before he closed them to his climax.
***
Characters: Sirius, Snape. Summary: "He and all the other Weasleys froze on the threshold, gazing at the scene in front of them, which was also suspended in mid-action both Sirius and Snape looking toward the door with their wands pointing into each other's faces and Harry immobile between them..." (p. 521, Order of the Phoenix). 115 words, PG
He nearly cursed them all when the door flew open and the brood of red-haired fools came storming through.
He'd been close... so close... The traitor and the fugitive had been mere moments from hexing each other, and it would have made the job so much easier. He'd have been able to walk away, take the boy with him and circumvent months of work. No more waiting, no more longing to hear the contents of the Prophecy. At last, he would *know.*
"Cured!" roared the eldest. "Completely cured!" With a barely contained roar of rage he fled, damning himself for not biting harder, deeper, and Harry's eyes flickered back from pale red to deep green.
***
Characters: Snape, Harry. Summary: Snape eyed Harry, tracing his mouth with one long, thin finger as he did so. (p. 531, Order of the Phoenix). 145 words, PG
"Kiss him, Severus." The Dark Lord's voice was mild, but Snape knew it wasn't a suggestion. The circle of Death Eaters closed in around them, eager for the show they knew would follow, and Snape caught the look of silent desperation in Harry's eyes.
He knew the boy didn't want to die this way. They'd discussed it at length, and more than once; funny how the topic of death came up so often, even when Harry lay sated in his arms. He knew death didn't frighten Harry. The loss of control did.
Snape understood.
He eyed Harry closely, tracing his mouth with one long, thin finger as he did so. Harry's lips were wet when the finger withdrew, and Snape kissed him fiercely, before he could dart his tongue out to lick the poison away. They would, each of them, die on their own terms.
***
Characters: Sirius, Harry. Summary: There were nights of endless pleasure. 135 words, R.
When he was younger, pleasure took the form of running beneath moon with his friends. Remus, out of control yet still somehow easy to manage, nipping at his heels. James, a glowing presence in the moonlight, majestic, sleek, beautiful. And Peter, whose small form usually rendered him nearly invisible. Sirius didn't appreciate it then, but that was the way he liked Peter best.
Now that he is older, pleasure takes the form of young, nearly-formed muscles rippling beneath dew-fresh skin as Harry reaches out tentatively, unsure and unaware of how erotic his very innocence is. His passion escalates quickly, out of control yet not; in his climax he is just as beautiful as his father ever was. Sirius watches, invisible beneath James's old cloak, and wishes he could bring that beauty to Harry's face himself.
***
Characters: Lucius, Remus. Summary: And if you've got no other choice, you know you can follow my voice. 140 words, PG
The darkness is absolute. So is the silence. It's another form of torture, less bloody than that they dished out to Sirius and Harry, but nonetheless painful. Remus sometimes fears his senses have stopped working; the world looks the same whether his eyes are open or closed, and they have taken his voice so he can't even console himself with his own words.
"I'm here," the silky voice taunts, and Remus cannot help but try and find the source. He stumbles in the darkness, his searching hands outstretched, but he cannot reach his goal.
"Try again." He whirls. The blind search begins again.
Finally. Warmth greets his fingertips. Another hand reaches out toward his.
"You found me," Lucius purrs. "Congratulations."
The burst of green light that follows these words might have proven that his eyes were still working, as well.
***
Characters: Snape, Voldemort. Summary: If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with. 125 words, NC-17
Severus sighs and obeys the Dark Lord's command. Voldemort's lover is dead, and though Severus isn't responsible, he is the one who pays the price. He braces himself on his elbows and sucks the air in through his teeth in a sharp hiss as Voldemort breaches him. The sound spurs the Voldemort on, and he pummels Severus with abandon, words forming on his lips that do not reach Severus's ears. The angle changes, and what pleasure he might have received is lost to pain. Severus cannot help but hiss again.
"Yesssss, that's it," Voldemort says with a hiss of his own. He arches and comes, shouting his dead lover's name, and Severus again curses the day that damn snake slithered stupidly onto a muggle highway.
***
Characters: Severus, Sirius. Summary: So you can make me come; that doesn't make you Jesus. NC-17
Sirius drew a shuddering breath as Severus kissed the head of his cock, smearing his lips with the thick drops sliding silently from its tip. His fingers itched to twine in the dark hair as Severus's head bobbed between his legs, sinful mouth teasing and coaxing and making promises that would later be fulfilled by the tight, slick heat of Severus's arse.
"Oh god. OH GOD," Sirius shrieked, bending low over Severus's back as his cock pulsed.
"You don't have to call me 'god' when we're alone, you know," Severus said with a smirk, wiping the sweat from his eyes.
***
Character: Harry, Lucius. Summary: I love the way you love, but I hate the way I'm supposed to love you back. 110 words, NC-17
"Kiss me."
Coming from another it might seem a demand, but Harry knows better.
"Suck me."
He falls to his knees and pushes aside layer after dense layer of robes, seeking the warm flesh within, hoping this time that Lucius will be satisfied with his mouth, his hands, his cock.
"Fuck me."
Harry complies, easing in slowly, taking Lucius gently, as he would wish to be taken, concerned with the other man's pleasure. Please, please, let it be enough.
"Hurt me."
Harry grimaces. It always comes to this. He hates the feel of the blade in his hand, but it is the only thing Lucius has ever asked him for.
***
Characters: James, Voldemort. Summary: Well I remember, I remember don’t worry, how could I ever forget, it's the first time, the last time we ever met. 150 words, R
James couldn't remember how he got separated from the others in Diagon Alley. He vaguely remembered he'd been looking at the new Clean Sweep in the window of Quality Quidditch Supplies, and when he looked up, Remus and Sirius were gone. So he wandered for a bit, checking the darker bits of the alley, halfway hoping to catch his best friend pinning his second best friend to a wall with his cock.
But the alleys were empty save one, and the man who stood there looked as though he had been waiting for James to wander in. His hair was dark, and so were his eyes, but his smile was darkest of all.
He beckoned, and James approached him slowly. "I have a proposition for you," the dark man said softly, and something about him made James decide he would rather die than listen to what he had to say.
***
Characters: Sirius, Remus. Summary: Oh loneliness, oh hopelessness, to search the ends of time for there is in all the world no greater love than mine. 140 words, PG
Sometimes, Remus wondered if he would ever get used to the pain. They never knew when it would happen, which one of them would leave the other first, and which one would be left behind to wait.
But this time was different. This lifetime had been one challenge after the next. Remus had been longing for the fresh start almost from the moment the wolf's teeth marred his skin, and he was not surprised when Sirius was ripped from him years before he expected it. In fact, it was almost a blessing, because it meant his own time would be drawing near soon. Maybe their next lives would be full of the laughter and sex and freedom they'd been denied this time around.
Sirius disappeared behind the veil, and Remus fought to keep the joy from shining on his face.
***
Characters: Severus, Remus, Sirius. Summary: Nip it in the bud. 150 words, NC-17
"He's been spying on us again."
Remus left another moist kiss on Sirius's throat. "Who has?"
"Snape," Sirius replied. He shifted his body so his erection slid along Remus's thigh. "Greasy git."
"So? We have nothing to hide."
"Doesn't it bother you knowing he's trying to catch us out?"
Remus suckled the skin beneath Sirius's ear. "No."
"Well it does me," Sirius said. "I want --" It to stop, he was about to say. He hated the idea that Snape might be
recalling the sight of them fucking at night in his lonely bed. But Remus's skillful fingers on his cock drove the thought away.
Until he grunted and came, and looked up to see a pair of dark eyes watching them through the doorway.
The next night was the full moon.
"Want to watch us again, Severus?" Sirius asked coyly, and explained how to still the willow's branches.
***
Characters: Remus, James. Summary: Careful what you wish for. G
It was the hardest truth James had ever had to face. Remus. His friend. *Their* friend. Or so he had thought.
"I still can't believe it. Why would he... why?"
"I don't know, James," Peter said. "And after all you've done for him, too. But if Sirius wasn't sure about it, you know he'd have never brought it up."
"I hate this," James whispered, turning fearful eyes on Lily and Harry. The baby slept peacefully in her arms. "I wish the whole bloody thing was over."
"I know, Prongs," Peter whispered back. "Don't worry. It will all be over soon."
***
Characters: Ron, Peter, Harry. Summary: Don't judge a book by its cover. 150 words, NC-17
There was something about Crookshanks that made Harry nervous.
He often found his way into their dormitory and curled up on Harry's trunk, and he and Ron never knew he was there until they finished. Sweaty, aching, Harry would remove the silencing charm and cautiously pull the bed hangings open, and Crookshanks would look at him with a disapproving expression.
"It's like he's going to tell Hermione what we've done," he would whisper, his cock still oozing as he gathered the cat up and tossed him out.
One morning there was a scratch on the trunk, and Harry froze in mid-thrust. "He's there again," he growled, and pulled out of Ron so quickly his friend squeaked in protest.
But when he pulled back the hangings, he saw only a small black nose twitching behind quivering whiskers.
""S okay," Ron said, wiggling his arse in invitation. "'S only Scabbers. He's harmless."
***
Characters: Bill, Harry, Lucius. Summary: Power isn't everything. 150 words, NC-17. Warning for non-con.
Bill's hips moved so quickly they were almost a blur, and Harry screamed and writhed and clawed at the ground to try and get away. He'd trusted Bill. They all had. And now the empty eyes of a Death Eater's mask lay on the ground, mocking Harry as Bill pounded him into the dust.
"Why?" he gasped later, his arse boiling with Bill's come. A single tear cleansed a path through the dirt on his cheek.
"They promised me the world," Bill replied. His smile was cold and out of place on a Weasley face.
A sudden flash of green light sealed the smile on Bill's face forever, and Lucius stepped into the circle of moonlight.
"Tut, tut," he said, straddling Harry's thighs. "Power isn't everything, Mr Weasley." Something blunt nudged Harry's abused arse, and he bit back another scream as Lucius forced his way inside. "It's the only thing."
***
Characters: Lucius, Draco. Summary: Blood ties. 145 words, R
The ceremony takes three days. Three long, horrifying days, and Lucius never leaves Draco's side. He had hoped that his position as Voldemort's most favored servant would make things easier for his son, but this pretty fantasy is crushed the moment the Dark Lord calls the first of his Death Eaters forward.
Draco tries his best to remain stoic, succeeds manfully for far longer than Lucius had expected, and Lucius is proud. But there is no shame in the screams and cries that finally force their way past Draco's lips. No one could remain silent in the face of Macnair's fearsome blades, nor Crabbe's outsized cock.
When the sun sets on the third day, Draco is a quivering, bloodied mess lying huddled on the ground. But the Mark on his arm burns black and true, and Lucius wants to weep for the beauty of it.
***
Characters: Peter, James. Squick: Necrophilia. 125 words, R Written for Squick Night.
Peter had never liked visiting Godric's Hollow. It wasn't just that he and Lily had never got on particularly well. Nor was it that he couldn't stand the baby's constant demands for attention, or his piercing screams and frantic struggles to escape Peter's arms on the rare occasions Peter held him. It wasn't even the knowledge of his imminent betrayal that made him shuffle his feet and gaze longingly at the door.
When the house lay in ruins and James was sprawled out at his feet, eyes wide and gazing unblinkingly at the starry autumn sky, Peter finally took the one thing he wanted most in the world. And for the first time in his life, Peter truly felt welcome in his old friend's house.
***
Characters: Harry, Snape. Squick: Snuff. 130 words, R Written for Squick Night.
He is still now. Just moments ago he was thrashing in my arms, his face twisted and glowing, and now he lies silent, motionless.
I blink the sweat from my eyes and wait, knowing any moment now his chest will begin to rise and fall again, and he will raise trembling hands to my face and plead with me not to be so rough next time. He always makes the same request, meaning it with all his heart until the next time comes round and he begs me instead to push us both beyond our limits.
Come now. This farce has gone on long enough. Open your eyes and begin your whimpering, and I will crush your hopes of finding gentleness here as I crushed the bones in your neck.
***
Characters: Draco, Walden Macnair. Squick: Bloodplay. 110 words, R Written for Squick Night.
Walden shows Draco his scars, and Draco traces their paths reverently, first with his fingertips and then with his tongue. The tissue is hard and white, as though the skin has been broken and healed again and again, and Draco curbs the urge to bite into the raised lines until Walden tells him not to hold back.
"You need to know the taste of it," Walden says, slowly drawing the blade along the cords of his own arm. Crimson blooms swell, and Draco chases them with his lips as they slip past, drop by drop. "If you are going to eat death, you must first know the taste of life."
***
Characters: Remus, James. Squick: Felching. 110 words, R Written for Squick Night.
"Oh, ew."
"What?"
"You mean people actually *do* that?"
"Yup."
"I don't believe it. You just now made that up."
"I swear. I saw it in a magazine once."
"Ew."
"What's the big deal? You've tasted my come before."
"Yeah, but not from... *there.*"
"I don't see the difference."
"Think about it, Prongs. What else comes out of there?"
"Yeah, so? Think about what else comes out of my cock."
"Ew."
"C'mon. I want to give it a try."
"No, thanks."
"Prat. After all I've done for you?"
"James..."
"Please?"
"Oh... all right. Turn around, then."
*
"That was actually kind of fun. What did you think, James? James?"
"Ew."
***
Characters: Remus, Harry. Squick: Bestiality. 150 words, PG-13 Written for Squick Night.
The Wolfsbane potion makes it bearable, but Harry can never get past the idea that Snape might have brewed it incorrectly on purpose. He shivers in his chains, moonlight bleaching his already pale skin, and waits for the feel of the wolf's breath on his skin. The anticipation is always the worst part.
Remus hates himself on the mornings after. Voldemort pens him outside in the cold after he's performed, and he always wakes up miserable and sick, his joints creaking with pain, his balls tingling with guilty pleasure.
Voldemort smiles at him through the bars, and Remus crawls across the enclosure and kisses the hem of his Master's robe.
"You have served me well," the Dark Lord hisses, and Remus nods, eyes on the ground. "I trust you are enjoying your reward?"
Remus never looks at Harry anymore. He can't bear to see the forgiveness in the boy's eyes.
Characters: Snape and Draco. Summary: Appearances aren't always what they seem. PG-13
"Watch," Lucius said quietly, and I watched as you transformed. And I laughed at the form you took. Nothing dangerous or frightening for Lucius Malfoy's son. No claws to slash, no horns to gore, nothing but a small forked tongue flicking cautiously against my finger, tasting my amusement. A tiny green snake, no longer than my hand. I scooped you up and ran my fingertip between your eyes, and when you opened your mouth I saw tiny, razor-sharp fangs.
"Never underestimate a Malfoy, Severus," Lucius said, smiling as your venom pumped into my flesh. He caught you as I fell.
***
Characters: Sirius and Lucius. Summary: Just because it happened a long time ago doesn't mean it has been forgotten. PG
Pettigrew was always weak. I can see it now when I look back on our days at school, the things he did that were out of step with the rest of us, not quite right. He never thought for himself. Remus used to have to tell him not to listen to James and me when we told him to do something particularly outrageous. He was to blame, but not wholly responsible.
And Voldemort, well, he was a madman, blinded by his ambition.
But you were family. You knew they were my friends, and you let them die.
I hate you.
***
Characters: Quirrell and Dumbledore. Summary: Loyalty lies. G
"I'm sure you have all heard that Gringott's was broken into yesterday," Dumbledore said, and heads nodded around the table. "I have made plans to secure the stone here at Hogwarts, and I am asking all of you for your help in devising methods of protecting it. We must ensure that Voldemort - yes, I insist on calling him by his name - does not get his hands on it. I think we can all agree that the consequences of that would be terrible."
The heads nodded again, but only one voice was heard in reply.
"Y-y-yes," Quirrell stuttered. "Terrible."
***
Characters: Sirius, Harry. Summary: He doesn't *mean* to, but he just can't help it. G
"Sirius, how could you?"
Sirius paled under his godson's angry eyes. He shifted uncomfortably, looking away.
"You promised."
"I know." Sirius glanced up with a weak smile. "I... I think I have a problem. I've been trying to resist. But it's almost like I can hear it calling to me, and I just can't fight it."
With great effort, Harry willed away his glare. It was obvious Sirius was still addicted, and getting angry wouldn't change the situation. This called for love and understanding.
Sighing, Harry tossed the empty Nutella jar in the bin. "Fine. We'll have cheese sandwiches instead."
***
Characters: Neville, Snape. Summary: Snape is impressed. R, BDSM
"Count."
"...ten... eleven..."
"Louder. I can barely hear you."
"... twelve... thir-thirteen..."
A strangled sob.
Snape lowers his arm. "I believe that will be sufficient."
"No!" The voice is desperate, the eyes wild, and Snape cocks an eyebrow. "More. Please? I... I... Please?"
Snape regards the latticework of red stripes on his student's back with a practiced eye. They swell as he watches, rolling one into the next and shining with sweat.
"I never knew you had it in you, Mr Longbottom." He pulls back the sleeve of his robe and raises the lash. "Count."
"Fourteen..."
"No. Start with one."
***
Characters: Sirius Black, Tom Riddle. Summary: Family secrets. R
A/N: This piece is AU.
*Hello, my name is Sirius Black.*
*Hello, Sirius Black. My name is Tom Riddle. Your writing is shaky. Is something wrong?*
*My brother is missing and my parents are frantic. I don't care about them, but I'm afraid for him.*
*Ah, yes. Dear Regulus.*
*You know him? Can you tell me where he is?*
*No. But I can show you.*
A flash of light, a sudden harsh wind, and Sirius fell into darkness. He heard the excited voices of a large group of men, smelled the blood in the air, and he shivered as a high scream rent the night.
***
Characters: Bill, Harry. Summary: The green-eyed monster comes in many shapes and forms. R
A/N: This is a tribute to nimori's "Memoirs of a Death Eater Whore" series. My version of the backstory to "Kingdom of Ashes."
Bill tries not to move, because the clinking of his chains in the darkness reminds him of the beatings. How long has it been now? There's no way to tell. There is no sun to mark the passage of the days, only the slow, painful walk from his cell to the Great Hall and back again.
The door creaks open. A muttered *Lumos,* and Harry's face flickers into existence out of the darkness.
"Harry," Bill croaks. "Thank god."
Harry smiles, and his green eyes flash in the wandlight. "Take him to Lucius," he commands, as Snape steps in behind him.
***
Characters: Lucius/Remus. Summary: Sometimes a growl says more than a thousand words. R
"Tell me what you want."
Something to eat. Another blanket. Room to run. My freedom.
"Tell me, werewolf, and perhaps you'll get it."
Remus glares, and Lucius smiles. He has promised himself he will never speak in Lucius's presence again, because the speaking always leads to the begging, and then to the screaming, and he refuses to abase himself any further.
"Tell me." A hot, moist murmur against the shell of his ear. Teeth pressing into the back of his neck. He shivers as long wisps of hair whisper across his bare back.
You.
Remus growls, and it is enough.
***
Characters: Snape/Harry. Summary: Sometimes you can't go back. NC-17, bloodplay and BDSM
"Pumpkin pastie!" Harry gasped, and Severus tore his eyes away from the fat droplets of blood skimming their way down Harry's flanks.
"You've never invoked your safe word before," he murmured. The drops spattered onto the sheets below, blossoming into crimson flowers with fuzzy, irregular petals.
Harry twisted beneath the blade. "It's too much. Stop."
Severus clucked his tongue as the sudden movement of the point spoiled his pretty design. His cock was harder than it had ever been.
"Let me loose. Please!"
"It's too late for that," Severus whispered, an artist at work on a canvas of living flesh.
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Characters: Lucius, Harry. Summary: A chance meeting in Knockturn Alley quickly turns sour. R, non-con
The alley was still and dark, unhurried footsteps fading in the distance the only sound. Something cold and foul-smelling tickled Harry's nostrils, and he snorted weakly to clear it away. He hurt everywhere, dull aches in one place, spikes of pain in others, and his head echoed with cruel laughter that was more agonizing than all of his bruises and cuts put together.
"What would they think if they saw you now, Potter?" Lucius hissed as he rose to his feet. "Not so impressive anymore, are you."
The moon was just beginning to rise. No one would come until morning.
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Characters: Remus, Walden Macnair. Summary: Some apologies are long overdue. R
"You remember Stanton?"
Macnair swallowed thickly. "Yes."
"And Bassett?"
"Yes."
Remus bared his teeth. "They were friends of mine, you miserable bastard. Werewolves." He tightened his fist in Macnair's tunic and shook him until his teeth rattled. "Innocent men, and you executed them in cold blood."
"Yes."
Remus slammed Macnair against the cottage door and hefted the axe in his hand. "Is that all you have to say?"
The moonlight shone in the beads of sweat lining Macnair's lip. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
"Not good enough," Remus growled, and the night air echoed with the *thunk* of metal on wood.
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Characters: Harry, Percy. Summary: What lies beneath is rotten. G
"The Death Eaters are gaining strength," Harry said quietly, so tired he could barely hold his head up. Dumbledore nodded gravely over his steepled fingers. "There were more of them this time. Several hundred. I... I don't really know how I made it out alive."
"Go on, Harry," Dumbledore encouraged, waving away Sirius's noise of protest.
"They're taking up positions on all sides of Hogsmeade. It won't be long until they're at our front gate."
"Did you recognize any of them?"
A clumsy fall, a hood torn aside, a mask clattering to the ground.
A flash of red hair.
"Yes."
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Characters: Dudley, Arthur. Summary: What exactly is the function of a rubber duck? R for language
"Damnit," Dudley mumbled. "I need a rubber. Fuck!"
"Oooh, I've heard of those. How do they work?"
Dudley stared. This was, quite possibly, the stupidest man he'd ever met.
Shaking his head in disbelief, Dudley pulled a disintegrating condom out of his wallet and held it to Arthur's nose. "You're supposed to roll *this* onto your cock first. It catches your swimmers."
"That doesn't look like the pictures I've seen." Arthur looked curiously at the small package in Dudley's hands. He guessed it was charmed, but he'd be damned if he'd use on his privates just to hear them squeak.
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Characters: Snape, Ron. There's more than one way to skin a cat. PG
"Like this," Ron said, and Harry groaned.
"No. Like *this,*" Snape insisted, and Harry arched.
"Listen Snape," Ron bristled. "I know him a lot better than you do." Harry thrashed.
"And *I* have 20 year's experience on you, Mr Weasley." Harry squealed.
"C'mon, Harry," Ron said, and Harry shivered. "My pride is at stake here. Don't let him win."
"This is worth 200 points to Gryffindor, Potter," Snape snarled, and Harry screamed.
Funny how a little friendly competition could get of hand. Harry smiled. He didn't care who won, so long as neither gave up.
They settled for a tie.
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Characters: Harry, Draco. Summary: It comes down to this ... your kiss, your fist and your strain. PG
"Scared, Potter?"
"You wish."
Harry took a breath and gave the bottle a spin. It came to a stop pointing directly at Draco.
"No way."
"Yes. You agreed to play. Now do it!"
Harry glared and lurched to his feet. He grabbed the front of Draco's robes and hauled him up.
The kiss was longer than the others expected, and when it was finished, Harry pulled back and punched Draco's swollen lips.
"What'd you do that for, Potter? It's not like I slipped you the tongue or anything!"
"No," Harry said, wiping his mouth. "Next time, be sure you do."
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Characters: Sirius, Neville. Summary: On being left behind. G, OotP spoilers
Harry's grief is surprising. Brow furrowed, Neville watches his friend from across their dormitory, at their table in the Great Hall, and he cannot quite understand why Harry is so upset.
Harry should know, just as Neville knows. It should, in fact, be easier for Harry, since he doesn't have to look his parents in the eye and twist with the excruciating knowledge that they have no idea who he is.
Surely he realizes that Sirius is happier now that he's joined his best friends again. Of all people, Neville thinks Harry should understand the pain of being left behind.
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Characters: Severus, Harry. Summary: A stoic last dance. G
"I'm leaving."
"I know."
Harry snapped the valise shut with an angry click. "Is that all you have to say?"
Severus regarded him coolly. "What would you have me say, Potter?"
"I thought this - " Harry waved his hand in the air between them, " - meant as much to you as it did to me. Glad to see you haven't changed, you miserable git."
He marched through the door, his face a thundercloud.
After a moment, Severus glided to the window, just in time to see his lover disappear.
"Goodbye. Harry," Severus said quietly, and his voice broke.
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Characters: James, Remus. Summary: A prayer for my son. G
Sirius would think I'm crazy if he knew I was doing this. After all these years? Talking to the dead?
But it's comforting to think you're out there, somewhere, keeping an eye on us. I know Harry thinks so, too.
He's amazing, James. Powerful. Handsome. Thinks more quickly on his feet than any wizard I've ever known. Lily would be so proud.
I've never told him, and I never will. It's too late, now. But neither will I stop worrying about him, or loving him. So I turn to you with my humble request.
James. Please watch over my son.
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Characters: Sirius, Percy. Summary: Talking through barriers. R
"I don't swing that way," Percy said primly.
"You're sure?" Sirius responded with a lascivious grin. His fingers skittered lightly over Percy's midriff, warm and brown from the summer sun. "Your brothers do."
Percy squirmed and made a half-hearted effort to roll away. Think of Penny, he urged himself. Penny's eyes. Penny's lips. Penny's breasts. Anything but the heavy, liquid-y feeling pooling in his groin where Sirius's hand closed around it.
"Quite sure. Oh!"
"You like that, do you?" Sirius purred, latching his lips onto Percy's neck.
*Yes.* "No."
"Shall I stop?"
*Yes.* "No."
Sirius chuckled against the damp flesh.
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Characters: Harry, Lucius. Summary: Kissing but not. 110 words, R
He strains, and Lucius smiles. His lips are so close that Harry can feel the stubble prickling on his upper lip, but the distance between them might as well be a dozen miles.
"You're not trying, my Harry," Lucius whispers, the hiss of a snake into the mouth of a lion, and though his lips move as he speaks, coming impossibly closer, Harry still cannot reach the nirvana promised by the kiss.
Lucius caresses Harry's hair gently. "Apparently, you just don't want it badly enough," he sneers, and with a final pat, he is gone.
Harry's feet kick once. Twice. The rope creaks on the rafters, and he is gone.
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Characters: Remus, Severus. Summary: Some things are easier to find than others. PG
"Severus?" Remus's voice echoes loudly in the stillness.
*Be quiet, you bloody fool!* Severus thinks frantically. He tries to struggle, but Lucius's hand is heavy on the small of his back.
"You will be silent," the silky voice murmurs in his ear.
"Severus!"
"He's got to be around here somewhere," another voice answers, and Severus's heart sinks. Potter. The other Death Eaters will fall on him like a cat on a mouse.
"Your friends are fools," Lucius says, his soft voice turning gruff with excitement.
*They're not my friends,* Severus thinks bitterly, silently pleading with his two lovers to just leave him here and go.
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Characters: Severus, Sirius. Summary: And who could play it well enough, if deaf and dumb and blind with love? 130 words, R, BDSM.
A/N: Snaples asked me to write a drabble with whips. I aim to please. ;-)
The trust was hard won, but in the end, Sirius never regretted making the leap. Severus was a master - *his* master - and played his body like a maestro plays a well-worn violin, old and scarred from overuse but still able to vibrate with the sweetest music.
The scarf was warm and slippery across his eyes, and grew warmer yet as it absorbed his tears. The ball between his teeth was slick with saliva; it made his jaw ache as he bit down on it time and time again. And he could not hear the whistle of the lash for the spell Severus had cast on his ears, so he never knew when the blows would come.
All he could do was kneel, and want, and scream, and love.
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Characters: Regulus, Sirius. Summary: Anything to change his mind. 135 words, R for language, OotP spoilers
"Sirius."
"Get lost, Reg."
"I have to talk to you."
"I'm not getting into this with you again."
"Will you just *listen* to me for a second?!"
"No! How many fucking times do I have to tell you? I *refuse*!"
"But mum and dad -"
"Listen to me, you pathetic shit. I. Will. Not. Become. A Death Eater. And I don't care what you, or mum, or dad, or Lord fucking Voldemort himself has to say about it."
"Yeah? Well, what if I told you a few of your friends could be in danger? What if I told you you could save their lives if you come with me right now?"
"Not funny, Reg. You always were a pathetic liar. You're the perfect toady, you know that?"
"Sirius..."
"Get the fuck out of my sight."
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Characters: Percy, Lucius. Truth is when you're on your knees. 110 words, NC-17
A/N: Aaaaaand, some smut by request from Nimori.
"You hate your family, don't you."
"Ye -"
A sharp crack sounds as the back of a be-ringed hand makes contact with a smooth cheek. "I did not give you permission to speak."
A quick nod, eyes downcast.
"That's the second time you have forgotten that rule today." A thoughtful scratch on a stubbled chin. "Let me see if I can't think of some way to ensure you are silent."
The zip is loud in the silent room, and large eyes plead futilely as the hard cock is forced between pursed lips.
"That's it, Lucius," Percy moans. The chains rattle as he pushes in deep. "I hate your family, too."
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Characters: Draco, Lucius. Summary: Some lessons are taught from children. PG-13
I was always loyal to him. More loyal than any of his other followers, until he made us do the things he did. I should have accepted the death curse rather than submit to his whims, and I would have had I not known he would force another on you in my place. So I violated you in the most despicable way possible, hurt you, tore you asunder to save us both. I will never be able to restore to you that which I took.
In return, you taught me to hate him. I will always love you for that.
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Characters: Harry, Dudley. Summary: Harry's little secret. 130 words, PG-13
"I know about you."
Harry looked up, startled. Dudley slouched in the doorframe with a smirk twisting his features.
"What do you know, then?"
"I know you're a fairy. I saw you with that bloke down the street. Mum and Dad are going to be very interested in this, don't you think?"
The color drained from Harry's face. His aunt and uncle would have a fit.
"I can be persuaded to keep my mouth shut," Dudley said with a meaningful look, and after a moment's hesitation, Harry dropped to his knees with the bile rising in his throat.
"Not *that* way," Dudley said, pushing aside the hands questing for his zipper. "Mum's got me on another bloody diet. I want some of that cake you've got hidden in the floor."
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Characters: James, Harry. Summary: I don't want you to go. 120 words, R
"Have you told anyone I've been here?"
"No. They'd think I was mad."
Perhaps he was. Who else but a madman would put such stock in the words whispered by a night mist?
"Don't go," Harry begged it once, and it brushed his lips with a ghostly kiss that made his body burn.
"I must," it said. "But I'll be back. I have so much more to teach you."
But the next night it did not return, and Harry, remembering the kiss and the promise, lay back in his bed with his cock in his hand. A cool breeze stroked over him gently, and he came with the feel of a tongue in his mouth, but the bedcurtains never stirred.
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Characters: Arthur, Percy. Summary: Learning the ropes at the office. 145 words, R
My father tried his best. I suppose I should give him credit for that. He tried to smooth my way, but it quickly became apparent that the rest of the Ministry considered him a fool. I could see it in their eyes when I introduced myself.
"Weasley? Arthur Weasley's son?"
I soon learned to deny him. "Er... no. A cousin. A *distant* cousin."
And then their smiles would become genuine.
I think it hurt him that I rose through the ranks faster than he did. Perhaps he *was* a fool. All of us at home, depending on him, and he slogged through his days dealing with snapping tea kettles and exploding toilets. He never learned, as I did, that the price of advancement was a back swollen with oozing welts and the bitter taste of Lucius Malfoy's come deep in the back of his throat.
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Characters: Tom Riddle Jr., Tom Riddle Sr. Summary: Flesh, blood and bone. 115 words, PG-13
All the children in the orphanage spun wild dreams about what their parents might be like. The little girl with the long blonde hair imagined her mother was a princess. Jack, the boy with the gnarled fingers, pretended his father was a concert pianist.
Tom Riddle also imagined his parents. Or rather, his father, as he knew his mother was dead, and as time went by and strange things started happening around him, he soon figured out why his father had abandoned him.
Let the others create spun-sugar fantasies of the light in their parents' eyes. Tom dreamed of peeling the flesh from his father's body, and bathing in his blood beneath the full moon.
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Characters: Sirius, Regulus. Summary: What is the price of forgiveness? 110 words, PG-13
"Let me see it," his father said, beaming, and Regulus pulled back the sleeve of his robe.
His mother studied the Dark Mark with wide, shining eyes. "You're the first member of this household to truly serve our Lord," she purred, skimming the still sensitive flesh with reverent fingers.
Regulus managed a weak smile as he covered the demon existing in his flesh, and stiffened in his father's embrace.
Later, alone, Regulus wondered why he'd gone so far to please his parents, when the one person in all the world he most wanted to be like would never smile at him, or cry for him, or forgive him ever again.
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Snape/your character of choice, Summary: A twig out of a family tree. 110 words, NC-17
Draco wonders why no one comes when he screams. Surely the sound must fill the entire castle, but there is never a response, and no one ever looks twice at him the morning after. He learns not to meet Snape's eye in class, he learns to become as inconspicuous as possible and tries not to move even when the wooden chair is too hard for his sensitive flesh to bear.
But Snape sees. He always sees. And his screams are harsher, and louder, and they carry the sound of Lucius's name as he brandishes the whip and fucks Draco raw, punishment to the son for the sins of his father.