Bringing the Damage On

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The candles are lit within the bedchamber, just enough to cast long, lingering shadows in strategic places. The bed curtains are mostly closed, leaving no sight within the canopy of the bed until one has entered in and let one's eyes adjust. I left a bound Hermione there some hours past in the deepest recesses of the darkness to battle her own lust in silence without respite. I lead the blushing and very ready Ginevra into the chamber where the faint strains of the music box can still be heard. I hold her close, relishing her warmth, while I lock the door from the inside, wandlessly doing the same on the other side with none in the room the wiser. I place both wands--Potter's and Weasley's--on the dresser in the silver basket. I have no need of the wand, though I am relatively sure that Ginevra might.

She senses nothing amiss as I kiss her once more, invading the honeyed cavern of her mouth with my borrowed tongue. The passion within her is an unlooked-for delight; I must admit I have been curious about her since hearing that my younger self had taken possession of her form to open the Chamber of Secrets. Damn Lucius for putting the diary in such mortal danger! However, I can feel my touch upon her like the scent of a faded perfume, subtle and mysterious. It seems fitting that I would be the arbiter of the rest of her innocence being stripped away.

I lead her to the side of the bed with subtle nudges, keeping her eyes closed and her senses dulled with pleasure as we go. She never notices the bound form in the corner of the bed, looking like nothing more than a pile of pillows shoved to the edge. I take my time undressing her lithe little form, caressing tight little breasts and hips and thighs with unfeigned delight at what is revealed.

She gasps with each swipe of tongue and fingertips. I find I like the little moans she makes for me quite a lot. I wonder how Hermione likes them? She blushes prettily, pale skin and freckles giving way to the deepest flush of desire, as I stroke and beguile her tender body with artful technique.

Once I have her nearly panting with need, I shift her back over the mattress, brushing the curtains apart as we go. She fumbles with the clasp of my trousers, fingers trembling with nerves and desire alike. I relent in my assault long enough to aid her in her task, dropping the offending garment unheeded to the floor. Her eyes catch sight of Potter's hardened cock and her eyes go wide in alarm and desire intermingled.

Ah, virgins. What pretty fools they be.

"You're huge," she chokes out. "You'll never fit."

"It'll fit," I chuckle with masculine pride. Although it's not mine, I've certainly gotten more use out of it than its original owner. "I just have to get you ready for it."

She simply nods, her fear taking hold, and can't take her eyes off of it.

I lower myself over her, kissing a path down to her neatly-trimmed curls, hiding the terrifying organ from her sight over the edge of the bed. I pull her knees up around my head as I begin to stroke her pussy lips with my tongue. She relaxes against my ministrations, showing me she's far more accustomed to this sort of play than I had originally anticipated. It's certainly another pleasant surprise; I wasn't planning on hurting her quite yet. I wish to build up her pleasure to the highest of highs before I drag her into Hell.

I continue pleasuring her with my tongue, adding a finger to her entrance to stretch the channel within so it may take the girth of a cock. She grows slick with saliva and musky juices, a little tart perhaps. I gobble it all up with relish, feeling unholy glee that she has no idea who makes her moan. I add another finger, stroking deeply in time with the thrusting of her hips against my face, and feel her climax take her over the edge.

I waste no time in standing, replacing fingers with cock, and sliding halfway home as shudders wrack her body. The shimmering of her muscles over my cock are exquisite and I slide out again only to penetrate further. Her barrier resists. I rally and thrust once more. It snaps and I hold position while she hisses from the sting.

Her head begins to roll back, but I am not ready for her to see what--or who--lies behind her, so I thread fingers through her hair and lean over to stroke her lips with my own. She whimpers with pain and renewing desire as I ply her lips with featherlight touches. I open Potter's eyes, willing them for once to be his normal green while I wait for her to make eye-contact.

Finally, she opens her eyes to stare up at me. Her hand wraps around one of my forearms and she smiles hesitantly. I take the moment to perform a little legilimency, rifling through what ideas she's had about what her first time would be like.

"Did I hurt you?" I whisper, word-for-word what she's fantasized Potter saying when the time came.

"A little," she replies, though she'd like to be able to say, 'Not at all'.

"I'm sorry," I improvise, doing my best to channel what Potter would say in the moment.

"Don't be," she responds, smiling brighter. "I'm so glad we're together like this."

"Me too," I answer, and then I begin to move. Slowly, gently, I reawaken the passion that shines just beneath her skin, loving the feel of tight flesh over my pretend cock. Each little movement has her trying to move with me, using muscles yet uncalled upon in her body's repertoire. After a while, she starts to get the trick of it, growing more confident in her movements as together we angle and thrust to hit the right spots. She begins to moan once more, her voice becoming both more throaty and breathy all at once. I bend an ear to each sound, learning what each little exclamation means, translating the language of her pleasure into something I can use.

She comes, loud and long, her head thrashing on the bed, red hair tangling and thighs gripping me as I continue pushing the advantage, willing myself not to let go… not yet. I begin thrumming her clit with my thumb, going into double-time as she comes again, crying out her pleasure for all the world to hear.

Once I am sure that she's lost to the world I release Hermione from the silent portion of the spells she's under, her gasping pleas lending something of a counterpoint to Ginny's song. Now I understand something of Bella's desire for an audience. Drilling Ginevra Weasley, virgin no longer, while a bound and desperate Hermione Granger watches the plunging of my cock into her red haired best friend has me floating high on a cloud of power and sexual pleasure. With a growl, I let Potter's seed fill Ginny up to the gates of her womb, claiming everything of the moment--claiming Hermione and Ginny and whatever else pleases me--for my own.

Ginevra pants, her heart rate beating a tattoo so hard I can see it in the minute twitching of her left breast. Hermione continues to whimper and plead from her lonely corner, up behind Ginevra's head. I watch, my cock still hard enough to remain in her pulsing depths, as a puzzled frown mars her features, lovely in the afterglow. Her head twists 'round on her neck and for an instant she stares, uncomprehending what her eyes are telling her, at the motionless form at the head of the bed.

"What the hell?" she mutters. I can feel the instant that she identifies the gleaming of the whites of Hermione's eyes from the darkness as her entire being tenses, sending a lovely shock down my reawakening member. Her head whips around to stare up at me, then back at Hermione. The jolts her rapid movements send into her pussy are really something.

Finally, the next time she stares up at me, I allow my eyes to bleed to red and prepare to hold her in place with all the strength in Potter's body when she finally gets the idea that things are not how they should be in her little world. "What the FUCK?" she screeches and begins to try to fight me off.

Holding her in place with all my might, I enjoy the fruits of my deception as she wriggles and bucks beneath me, jerking me about inside her with her fury. I laugh and groan in turns as she becomes a hellcat underneath me, screaming her pretty head off. I find my balls tightening once again with the pleasure of it and let my hips join in the thrusting fun as she begins to cry, curse, bite and claw at me. "Get the FUCK off me! You BASTARD! What the hell is going on here? Who the fuck are you and what have you done to Harry? Get off get off get off! I swear to Merlin, I'm going to hex your fucking bollox off if you don't get the fuck off me NOW! ARRRRGH!"

Her screaming drowns out Hermione's moans and pleas, but I'm enjoying myself immensely nevertheless. Pain and pleasure intermingle in a conflagration that wrests control completely away from me. I push Potter's body to its limits, pounding into Ginny's tight little snatch as she howls and fights at the bonds I create for her out of flesh. I come once more, flooding pureblood cunt with half-blood seed while the Muggleborn watches in agonized envy.

I gasp out a wheezing laugh as Ginny shoves Harry's limp body off of her and rushes as best she can on shaking legs toward her wand on the other side of the room. With a wave of my hand, she is down, bound on the floor, falling too short of her goal to help her escape.

"Who the FUCK are you?" she shrieks against the carpet.

"Voldemort… he's Voldemort, Ginny… Voldemort," Hermione's mantra breaks through in the sudden silence at last. I wonder how long she's been answering Ginny's questions in that lust-filled haze. Apparently, she still has some of her faculties left after all. I shall have to see what I can do to rectify that.

I levitate Ginevra easily back to the bed and, growing tired of her screeching, silence her in the same way I had silenced Hermione. Needy little gasps come from Granger's quadrant of the bed, much more in tune with my mood for the moment. I settle Ginny in position so that she may watch unimpeded what I intend to do with the Mudblood.

"Did you enjoy the show, my little Mudblood?" I inquire solicitously while guiding her gently to her knees in front of me. She is bound by my magic so she can do nothing but what I make her do.

"I was…"

"Well? You know I want you to be honest at all times, my pet."

"I was jealous."

I smile and stroke a curl off her cheek. "But you know you are being punished for what you've done, pet. If you want to be rewarded, you must earn it."

"I know," she murmurs, fairly wriggling for the chance to prove herself.

"Shall we inform our captive Weasley why you are being punished, my pet?"

"I would… rather not," she pants, eyes fixed on the erection rising before her.

"Very well, then. Come. Show me why you're the 'Head Girl'." She needs no further prompting, taking my cock deep into her mouth, sucking her cheeks in and using her tongue with abandon. "Yesss," I hiss through clenched teeth, "lick all that pure, virginal blood off my cock. Does pureblood pussy taste good, my pet?"

"Mmmhmmm," she mumbles around a mouthful of hard flesh, sending lovely vibrations down the length. I let her ply her skills until I am satisfied with her mouth and ready to move onto something more.

With a wave of Harry's hand, Ginny is splayed open, propped on pillows. I maneuver Hermione to get down on all fours facing the redhead's cunt while I take up position behind the luscious globes of her arse. "You've never licked a pussy before, have you Granger?" I murmur, pleased with the sights before me.

"No, my Lord," she pants, staring at the new territory I'm about to send her into. I look directly into Ginny's eyes, smoldering with hatred at me. Defiant little thing. I smirk and proceed to prod Hermione toward the redhead's nether lips with the tip of my cock on her button. She wiggles back against me, trying to prolong the contact.

"Lick her," I command, "and I will give you the ride of your life."

She dives in without delay and I thrust home.

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Musky, sweet flesh in my mouth, senses expanding and exploding outward.

He did not lie… this is the ride of my life.

Sweet, mercurial fulfillment, dancing outward beyond my reach: this and only this is what I have dissolved into.

The pounding of my pulse while he thrusts into my flesh, eager and wet and accepting all he has to offer. Writhing female under my tongue, no longer silent and moaning with appreciation of my passion if not my skill, though I have always been a quick study and she gives ample encouragement.

I am no longer Hermione Granger, but the conduit between the lustful male at my back and the needy female at my front.

I give all that I am capable and aware enough to give, transmuting the violent thrusting of the male into the sloppy, tender, wet kisses of the female. Sweet, soft strawberries and cream on my tongue with the salty tang of blood…

Oh, you gods, whoever and however many you may be, only let me stay like this forever, and I will sacrifice the efforts of my passion on your cum-drenched altar.

A shift in position and I am laid full-length down the front of the sweet girl, my mouth employed with another mouth and my breasts pressed down onto other breasts. The male teases the gobbling mouths of our sexes one at a time, then both as he slides between our slick vaginas, stimulating the centers of our beings both at once, electric friction discharging up my spine, radiating outward.

I can't tell if my motions are still dictated by Him or if he has released me to my own needy recognizance, but trembling hours pass where all I must do is reach for my fulfillment, and it will be granted to me in spades.

Eventually, he leaves the bed. By this point, I know I am not bound, although she shows signs of still being restrained. My head rolls on her breast, and I seek out red glowing eyes in the darkness.

"Enjoy your gift, pet. She's yours until dawn," he says while drawing clothing over his gorgeous frame. He gives me one last pat on my rump, ruffles my hair affectionately, pinches the nipple of Ginny's breast, laughs at her indignant squeak, and is soon gone.

After mindless pleasure in the deepest grasp of the potion, my faculties return to me, though the need is still the same. I shove a hand between my legs to assuage the ache and hunt the bedcovers for my wand. I must do what damage control I can before another wave of lust sweeps me under and I rape my best friend anew.

I use what faculties are left to me to go about disassembling the rather complicated spell work that has Ginny so well bound, but pliant to the extreme. While I work, the whole sordid tale of my first time comes out, as well as what passed afterwards. I shy away from any mention of what the real Harry and I have done. She hears me out with silent tears. Finally, as I am nearing the end of my rope, the spells shake loose like a thread pulled from a gnarled mess of yarn, suddenly unknotted.

I can feel the red haze creeping me over and gasp out with all that is left in me, "Go! Because if you stay, I can't promise that I won't take you again."

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I hate what happened, but even more I think that I hate the way Hermione's writhing turns me on even more. Memories of what her touch felt like, the way her body felt pressed up against mine, the softness of her lips and tongue laving away the sting of my abused flesh come together in a maddening rush.

I can't blame her; she's as much a victim of this as I am, and she's still suffering the torment of whatever spell or potion she's under. I seem to recall something about a lust potion.

I try to reach out, to rub her back, to tell her through my tears that it's okay, I understand that this isn't her doing.

"You're making it worse, just... please, for both our sakes, leave while you still can... while I'll still let you."

She's trying to push me away, I realize, not totally understanding what a torment it is to her to do so, to deny the effects of the potion coursing through her veins. But I'm starting to get it, the way her muscles are taught, visibly shaking in her effort to restrain herself. I find that extremely comforting, that she cares enough to do that. I want to keep something about this night as mine, make some choice of my own, to make it not a total nightmare.

"Ginny!" she hisses out, pleading, clutching her sides.

I make the decision in an instant. I lean forward and kiss her, of my own will. She moves with blinding speed and has wrapped herself about me like Devil's Snare before I can even speak. Her body demands of me, even as it takes what it wants. She's too far gone to notice how forceful she's being, but I do, and in shock, I notice that my body is responding. Beautifully, I might add.

She rides my thigh, her motions almost a blur. My legs tremble, opening further, and I fit myself to her thigh in the same way. She groans and slides her leg tighter into my body, increasing the pressure. We rock together in tandem for some timeless interval before another blinding light sweeps me and I go limp. A few seconds later, she cries out and falls against me, then rolls to her side, her breasts heaving with her heavy breathing. I look down and dimly realize that mine are doing the same.

We are afforded a respite to catch our breaths before she whimpers and begins to writhe again. "What the hell did he give me?" she nearly sobs, then giggles madly. "I hope to Merlin it isn't permanent. I'll die of exhaustion. Or thirst..."

Without a thought, I'm in her sitting room, grabbing a bottle of water from the mini-fridge for each of us. Most lust potions only last as long as it takes to metabolize the ingredients, like alcohol. I decide to stay and see her through the entire ordeal, keep her hydrated and to try to keep her sane. I didn't like the sound of that giggle. I hand her the plastic bottle from a standing position, down half of mine. She merely holds the cold plastic to her head and continues to writhe, whimpering.

"You're supposed to drink it," I tell her, and move to kneel beside her. Her hands drop the bottle and wrap around one of my thighs, parched lips quivering and kissing my sensitized flesh. "Oh, for Merlin's sake," I sigh, and albeit, distracted, retrieve the bottle and crack the seal. I hold it out to her in one hand and send the other between her legs to assuage some of her hunger so she can drink. I make her drink as much as she can without drowning in it, recap the bottle, toss it somewhere and dive back into her embrace. It's going to be a long night.

It's into the wee hours of the morning when her writhing stops and becomes an aggravated twitching. The potion seems to have had a stimulant in it, as well. The lust portion is wearing off, and like a speed junkie, she's coming down off the other in jittery form.

"Do you want to be Obliviated?" she finally asks me, even as I'm trying to stay awake. Her voice is hoarse from moaning all night, as is mine.

"No," I tell her. "I know it's awful and horrid, being raped. But I know who did the raping, and I know it wasn't Harry or you that did it. Harry might not know..."

"He'll remember," she whispers to me, "eventually."

"Does he know about...?"

"Yes. He knows about me. He'll know about you, too."

"Well, that settles it. I can't have my memory erased because I need to be able to tell him that it's not his fault that this happened. Besides, I'd want to know why I was suddenly not a virgin anymore and didn't remember. Then I'd go digging for it and I'd be caught unprepared. It's better this way."

"Gin?"

"Yeah, 'Mione?"

"I love you, d'you know that?" I hear her slipping into sleep even as she murmurs, "That's exactly how I saw it."

"I love you too, Hermione."

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A/N: Another one down! Thanks so much for being there, reading, and putting up with the long wait.

I'm hungry for reviews... the good, the bad, the ugly. Please let me know what you think!

Also, my commas needed some serious wrangling this time, so I'd like to thank Lyn for being the poor, unfortunate soul to edit my submission and deal with my... ahem!... (silly) technical difficulties.