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Summersmut Mod (summersmutmod) wrote in hp_summersmut, @ 2007-09-05 10:48:00

[FIC] Detention: Snape/Ron, Snape/Ron/Lucius, Ron/Hermione
Originally Posted Here on 3 August 2006

Title: Detention
Recipient's name: buttercup_
Author: ginny___weasley
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Snape/Ron, Snape/Ron/Lucius and a bit of Hermione/Ron
Warnings: Bondage, masturbation, exhibitionism, voyerism, threesomes and perhaps a little dub-con.
Author's/Artist's notes: For buttercup_ who requested:

Snape/Black or Snape/anyone, really - but preferably one of the Good Guys.
With DIRTY TALK and LEGILIMENCY would be my absolute favourites. Though, really, masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, bondage, dub-con, threesomes - the more the better :D

This was very, very different from my usual stuff in a lot of ways. I tried to incorporate as much of what you wanted as I could. I've never written dub-con before and I'm not exactly sure it's what you had in mind. I hope you like it.




Ron checked his watch as he hurried down the corridor. Only seven minutes left to get to Transfiguration on time, and several floors still seperated him from his destination. He was still feeling the after-effects of his last detention with Professor Nott and had no intention of suffering through another night's discipline.

Six minutes.

He rushed down a flight of stairs, jumping the last few, and pushed on.

He was just about to turn another corridor when a cool, drawling voice floated to him from the opposite side.

Five and a half minutes.

Inwardly groaning, he stopped dead and listened.

"Now, now, Miss Granger," Malfoy was saying. "I'm certain Professor Lestrange will allow you to be late this one time. Especially on my request. It will only take a moment."

"P-please, Professor Malfoy," Hermione began, her voice soft. "I...I just want to get to my lesson. I- Stop!" She let out a small shriek and Ron looked out onto the scene.

Lucius Malfoy had Hermione tightly by the arm, her books lay toppled to the floor. She was trying to free herself, but Malfoy would not relinquish his hold.

"Get your hands off of her," Ron commanded, stepping fully into the corridor.

Hermione stopped trying to push Malfoy away and turned to face Ron. Her hair obscured her face so that Ron could not read her expression. Malfoy regarded Ron with something like amusement.

"Ron, don't," Hermione said, her voice suddenly very much like it had been when she was twelve and demanding that he and Harry not sneak out of the tower at night.

"I mean it," Ron continued, ignoring her with skill borne out of years of doing so. "You leave her alone, you git. Prowling around and cornering her. Can't you think of anything better to do? You're pathetic."

"Ron, ju-"

"Silence, Granger," Lucius said, though he never drew his attention from Ron. "As a matter of fact, Mr. Weasley, I can. Detention. Tonight. In the headmaster's office." He released his hold on Hermione with such force that she collided with the wall behind her. A quick turn on the heel, a swish of the cloak, and he was gone.

"You really shouldn't have done that, Ron," Hermione scolded as she bent to collect her books.

"You're welcome," Ron said lightly. "Really, I didn't mind putting my arse on the line for you. Literally."

Hermione stood, held all her books in one arm, and sighed. "Thank you. It's just that after what they've done to..." She fell quiet for a moment. "But now you've got detention with Malfoy <i>and</i>-"

"I know," Ron cut in. "It won't be that bad. Nothing like last night." He checked his watch. Two minutes. Grateful for a change of subject and a distraction from what the night held, he added, "We better get going. I don't want to get another detention from Nott."

"It was very stupid, Ron," Hermione said, the slightest hint of humor in her voice.

"Yeah, I know. Let's go."

The day passed much too quickly for Ron's liking. After dinner, he returned to Gryffindor Tower, deposited his belongings in his dorm and trudged down the many stairs toward the headmaster's office.

He arrived at the hideous gargoyle and waited. The headmaster was notoriously secretive and never divulged how to access his office. The necessary words were always uttered from inside. He'd been given no specific time and so was unaware of how long he'd have to wait.

It's just as well, he thought somberly. I'm in no hurry.

It was several minutes before the statue rose and stood aside, revealing the incessently spiraling staircase that led to the headmaster's office. For the first time, it occured to Ron to wonder why Malfoy had designated this place; he usually preferred his own office or quarters. Deciding it was too late to ponder that now, Ron stepped onto the staircase and let it carry him up.

He stepped off at the door, making no move to actually enter. Finally, realizing it was stupid to stand still staring at wood, he knocked. The door opened and he stepped inside.

The office was much different from when Dumbledore had occupied it. Ron wasn't often in Professor's Dumbledore's office, but he remembered how clearly it bespoke the man's personality. Bizzare devices had rested in prominent places in the room, and it seemed perpetually bright and cheery, if not a little strange, just like Dumbldore.

Now it was dark and gloomy, resembling the dankness of the dungeouns more than an upper tower in the school. The most noticeable difference, though, was the perch near Dumbledore's desk. At one time, it was the resting place of the wizard's pet phoenix. Now, it was empty. It looked rather lonely like that. Ron didn't know why Snape hadn't removed it; he thought it was odd.

"Ah, Mr. Weasley." Malfoy was sitting on on the window ledge, one leg propped casually higher than the other. "How kind of you to join us."

With great restraint, Ron refrained from rolling his yes. Malfoy was always annoying, but when he spouted off stupid things like that, Ron wanted to hex his bits off. Tonight, it would be especially funny to deprive Malfoy of that valuable equipment.

"Mr. Weasley," came a soft, silky voice.

Ron turned to see Snape standing near the bottom of another staircase.

"Professor," Ron said stiffly.

With one long, hooked finger, Snape beckoned Ron toward him. "I'm sure that even with your limited ability to retain basic knowledge, you well remember how this works, no?"

Ron did not answer, instead glancing toward Malfoy. The blonde had not moved from his position and was watching Ron with a thoroughly irritating smile. Ron clenched his jaw and moved toward Snape. The headmaster stepped aside to allow him to climb the stairs first. Ron did so without hesitation or looking back. Though his legs felt too heavy to even drag, he put one in front of the other and eventually came to the door that guarded Snape's quarters. The door was slightly open; all Ron could see through the thin crack was dark.

"Go in, Mr. Weasley," Snape instructed.

Ron inhaled deeply and pushed the door open. Inside, it was dimly lit, as though Snape had intentionally provided only enough illumination so that Ron could see where he was going, and could be clearly seen, but nothing more. The place was uncomfortably familiar. The hardwood desk, the chair that poked into sensitive places, the bed that dominated the entire area, and...bound and gagged in a corner near the bed...Well, that <i>was</i> new. And infuriating.

Spinning around to face his professors, Ron demanded, "What's she doing here? Hermione-"

"Silence, Weasley," Snape commanded. "You know very well why Miss Granger is here."

Ron said nothing. It was true. Hermione was there to be sure he didn't fight. Snape liked his victims willing. Or, at least, non-verbal about their objection.

"You may remove your clothing, Mr. Weasley," Snape said calmly. Behind him, Malfoy leaned casually against the wall, his arms crossed as he watched Hermione with a thoughtful expression. That, more than Snape's command, spurred Ron to take hold of his shirt and pull it over his head.

The cool air of the room rushed over Ron's skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. His eyes locked on Malfoy, whose eyes were still glued to Hermione, Ron undid his trousers and pushed them down to his ankles. He stepped out them, then picked up his discarded clothing and tossed them to the chair. Hooking his thumbs into his boxers, he quickly devested himself of those as well, and sent the garment to join the rest of his clothes on the chair.

Malfoy finally looked up and raised an eyebrow. "He is a pretty one, isn't he, Severus? It's no wonder Nott takes him so often."

Ron felt his ears turn pink, but said nothing. His hands clenched into defiant fists at his sides, but he made no motion of further resistance.

"Onto the bed," Snape directed. "Kneel in the center."

Ron looked at the bed, then back at Snape. In order to heed the order, he'd have to turn his back on him until he reached his destination. Remembering Hermione, Ron turned and walked with as much dignity as he could manage. Reaching the bed, he climbed onto the center, turning to face Snape and Malfoy. He positioned himself so that he was on his hands and knees, and waited for one of them to do what they all knew was coming.

Snape walked toward him, his cloak making soft swishing sounds as he crossed the room. He moved to Ron's side, then out of sight as he settled behind him on the bed. Ron felt the bed depress with the other man's weight. Knowing that Snape didn't like to be watched as he prepared, Ron kept his vision focused straight ahead.

Malfoy was watching them with a smirk on his face. Something cold dripped onto Ron's backside, sliding between his arsecheeks. A cold, bony finger spread the liquid into his opening, circling and circling deeper. Malfoy bit his lower lip, his hand traveling down to the buldge in his trousers. He began to massage himself gently and, disgusted, Ron focused instead on a spot on the ground.

Another finger joined the first in invading his arse. No longer circling, Snape was now pumping his fingers inside Ron, deepening the distance with each thrust. Ron involuntarily clenched his arse around Snape's fingers to stop the intrusion, and was rewarded for it but a sharp curve of a nail that pierced his sensitive inner wall.

Ron whimpered and, with great effort, relaxed his muscles. Snape pushed his fingers still deeper, grazing something that made Ron's cock swell at the sensation. Digging his fingers into the bedcovers, Ron kept focused on the spot on the floor, trying futilely to will his erection away.

The weight on the bed was shifting again, Snape was withdrawing his fingers. More cold liquid dribbled onto Ron's hole. Then, suddenly, all motion stopped. Just as suddenly, Ron felt Snape's prick pushing through the ring of muscle, slowly entering him, filling him.

As many times as Ron had been subjected to this, it never grew easier. He was never adequately prepared, and tonight was no exception. His rapists always readied him just enough so as to make it comfortable for them, but gave little regard for his comfort.

Ron grabbed the bedcovers more tightly, refusing to cry out, or object, or admit discomfort. He could feel Snape's cock pulsating in him as he slipped in inch by inch, drawing it out to increase the pain.

When he was fully sheathed inside the Gryffindor, Snape stopped. For several moments he did not move, did not make a sound. Then, he grabbed Ron around the middle and pulled him back until Snape was angled on his knees and Ron impaled in front of him on his cock. Snape's hands slid down Ron's body, coming to a stop at his waist. Using his hands to guide him, Snape set a rhythm, moving Ron along his shaft at a slow pace. Ron bit his lower lip to keep from crying out, balling his hands into fists as he was forced to actively partcipate in his own rape.

"He's a wanton little slut, isn't he?" Malfoy drawled, apparently under the impression Ron was doing this of his own free will. Though, that was stupid. Ron knew better.

Malfoy began to cross the room with slow, deliberate steps that echoed several times their actual volume. He reached the end of the bed and crawled toward the couple. His movements reminded Ron of a lion stalking his prey. Ron wanted to retreat, but with Snape and his prick barring the way, he was forced to remain in place.

Malfoy reached Ron and kissed his jaw. Slowly, he began a trail of sickeningly gentle kisses down his neck, to his chest. Flicking his eyes up, as though to ensure Ron was watching, he kissed Ron's nipple, his tongue protuding to lick the nub into hardness.

Despite the revulsion churning in his stomach, Ron felt his cock twitch as Lucius turned the licking to sucking. Snape was still fucking him, moving his hips so that Ron was forced to thrust upwards against Lucius' stomach. The friction only served to make him harder.

Lucius felt it.

Smirking, he said, "Eager for it, aren't you? I suppose it would be cruel of me to make you wait."

He slid down the bed until his face was level with Ron's cock. His tongue darted out, tracing the underside of Ron's shaft, before immediately retreating. The brief contact left Ron straining and he bit his lip even harder. The slight tinge of blood began to coat his tongue.

Without warning, Malfoy took Ron's entire length into his mouth, sucking fiercly down to the root. Unable to help it, Ron clenched his buttocks and thrust into Malfoy's mouth with an involuntary moan.

Snape also moaned, coming inside Ron in several short spurts.

Malfoy did not stop sucking, only increasing the intensity. Just when Ron thought that he, too, would come, Malfoy brought his hands up to cup Ron's balls. Rubbing them with excruciating gentleness, he simultanesously pulled them away from Ron's body, preventing him from reaching orgasm.

Ron groaned in dismay as Malfoy massaged his balls vigorously, eaglerly licking the underside of his shaft, keeping him painfully on the brink of completeltion.

Snape was shifting behind him, disconnecting their bodies. He moved from the bed, and Ron determindely did not look at his naked form.

"Enough, Lucius," Snape commanded. "He hasn't earned it yet."

Reluctantly, Malfoy lifted his head. "Yes," he agreed. "Let's make certain he earns it."

Snape regained his place on the bed. Placing one cold hand on the side of Ron's face, he tilted Ron's head up and kissed him. Ron closed his eyes, hoping that if he tried hard enough, he could imagine it was Hermione. But the possessive way Snape took his mouth, forcing his tongue inside, eliminated all chance of that.

Knowing that Snape expected a response from his partners, Ron obediantly ran his tongue along Snape's teeth and palatte, his stomach churning at the foul taste he found there. No question what Snape had been doing earlier. Though Ron did wonder who was on the recieving end.

A second tongue joined Snape's, battling for dominance inside Ron's mouth.

Ron lay still, trying to force down all the salivia accumulating in his mouth as Snape and Malfoy kissed each other through him. One hand, Snape's from the cold feel of it, grabbed his shaft in a cage grip, stroking Ron in long, slow movements. Malfoy's hand fondled Ron's balls, squeezing them painfully. Ron cried out in pain, involuntarily jerking upward, and Snape wrapped his tongue around Ron's, pulling it into his mouth. He sucked on it gently, the rhythm matching his strokes. Ron grew harder and thrust up, hating himself for wanting more.

Ron wiggled uncomfortably as the men continued to molest him, their touches varying between painful and pleasant. Finally, Malfoy broke off, placing his lips on the pulse point on Ron's neck. He alternated between soft kisses, firm sucks and painful bites, making soft sounds of satisfaction each time Ron whimpered as he bit.

Unable to stand the disgustingly arousing way their stroking, licking and kissing affected him, Ron turned his head away from Snape. "Please," he whispered.

Malfoy looked up, sharing a conspiratorial look with Snape. "Perhaps he's had enough," he said with no real conviction. Tilting his head down to look at Ron's cock, he added, "He looks ready. All red and aching with it."

"Not yet," Snape countered. He released Ron's prick and Malfoy did the same. "On your stomach," he directed.

Ron stared up at him in bemusement. "On..what?"

"Turn over, Weasley. Lie on your stomach."

Ron looked between the two men before hesitantly doing as he was told.

Snape pulled Ron's arms above his head, securing them to the bedpost. Ron didn't remember Snape having his wand, but the invsible bonds keeping him still indicated that the older man must have head it nearby.

Snape shifted, then shifted again, and the cold liquid was again dripping into Ron's opening. Realizing what Snape had in store for him, Ron began pulling frantically at his bindings, but still rose no vocal objection.

"Stay still," Snape ordered. With some effort, Ron was able to make himself be still.

A hand ran down Ron's back, caressing the skin almost lovingly. It rubbed his arse in a circular motion. Then, it began to pull him open. Two fingers, three, coring him, brushing against that spot at making his cock strain and ache and all he wanted now was to come. Remembering Snape's command and suddenly aware of the fact that Hermione was still watching, Ron resisted the urge to rut into the mattress and bring himself off. He earned a sense of satisfication when he thought of depriving Snape and Malfoy of that privelege.

As Snape withdrew his fingers, a prick took their place, just at the opening. Another cock joined the first and together they entered Ron in unison.

Ron screamed, burying his face in the pillow, trying to claw himself free. The bonds would not give, and Snape and Malfoy continued to force their way in. Ron felt like his insides were on fire, like they were ripping him apart from at his core. He tried to buck them off and free himself, but his movements only made it worse, like his inner muscles were tearing and he was bleeding from the intrusion. Resigning himself to bearing it or making his lot infinitely more painful, he laid still.

He sniffled, realizing for the first time that he was crying. Each searing thrust only served to make him cry harder. As one, Snape and Malfoy increased their rhythm, hitting a spot inside Ron that had once made him eager to come and now only caused him to squirm and cry harder.

Unable to keep his silence any longer, he cried out, "Stop! Gods, please, please stop. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Stop."

They paid him no heed, only increasing their pace. Ron continued to plead with them to stop, repeating, "No. Stop. Please. I'm sorry" until it was all just babble and one word could not be distinguished from the rest. Snape and Malfoy raped his arse until one of them shuddered and came, emptying himself in Ron's hole, and making the way smoother for the other.

Ron didn't know which man was pulling out of him, until the other stopped, burying himself inside the boy without movement. Snape stroked the back of Ron's head lightly, trailing his nails down his nack and spine.

"You're gorgoues when I have you like this," he hissed in Ron's ear. "Bound and helpless, all your former arrogance melted away. Begging me for mercy. Not so strong without the boy who lived to give you false confidence, are we?" His hand returned to Ron's hair, his fingers running through, first lovingly, then grasping tightly at the strands. He pulled Ron's head backwards, forcing him to look at the ceiling. "Such pretty tears." He ran his tongue along Ron's check, licking the salty residue from them. "Get on your knees."

"I can't," Ron whimpered, his throat already aching from the unnatural position.

"You will," Snape corrected. "On your knees. Now."

Ron propped himself up on first one knee, then the other. With great difficulty, he manged to elevate himself from the bed.

"Good boy," Snape said condescndingly. His free hand coming around to lightly stroke Ron's length, he said, "You love to be used like this in front of your girlfriend. You're hard with it, knowing she's watching." Jerking Ron's head around, Snape continued, "Look at her. Tied up, completely at my mercy. How often have you wished to have her like that?"

Hermione was struggling to free herself, making sounds that never went past her gag. Even in the dim light, the fear and sympathy in her eyes was evident.

Ron closed his eyes, but Snape only pulled harder, bringing tears to Ron's eyes as he opened them again. Malfoy was standing beside Hermione, still exposed. He had gone flaccid, but was fisting himself as he watched Snape and Ron. Ron could see the older Slytherin was getting hard again, and his heart began to beat in fear of what that meant for him.

"So hard," Snape whispered. "So wanting. You want to come, don't you, Mr. Weasley?" Ron didn't respond. Snape shook his head roughly. "Don't you?" he repated roughly.

""Y-Yes," Ron croacked out. "Please."

"If you beg as prettily as you cry, I shall consider it." He released Ron's hair. "Beg me to fuck you, Mr. Weasley. Then we shall see if you have earned more."

Ron knew he had to make this good if he hoped for release this night. Pressing his head to the crux of his forearm, Ron sobbed, "Please, professor, please fuck me. Take me fast and hard. Hurt me, if it pleases you."

Snape pulled out, then pushed back in, riding Ron at a painful pace. Ron cried into his arm, trying his damndest not to beg for mercy again, knowing it would only make it worse. Snape's fingers were digging into Ron's sides, the hand on his prick still stroking him, keeping him on the edge, but not allowing release.

When Snape finally came, he remained inside Ron. His hand rested lightly on Ron's head and Ron cringed at the contact. Snape pressed a kiss to the back of Ron's neck, too deliberate to be casual.

"Tell me what you want, Mr. Weasley," Snape whispered.

Ron did not dare say what he thought. Instead, he sniffled and responded, "I want...I want to come. Please."

Snape rubbed Ron's sac, ensuring that his balls did not retreat enough to grant his wish. Ron thrust forward into nothing and groaned, his tears starting afresh.

"Tell me how you feel. Tell me badly you want it."

Ron felt himself go redder than his hair. He knew he had to say it if he wanted it to end, but he did not want to say it in front of Hermione. "Pl...Please, professor. I...I'm hard and it aches. I want you to take me, to touch me until I come and come and come again. I need to come for you. Only for you."

Snape pulled out, his and Malfoy's mingled release and what Ron was positive had to be blood, trickling down Ron's thighs and cock.

Snape released Ron's bindings. "Turn over"

Ron used what remained of his energy to obey the command, his cock bobbing with the motion.

Snape straddled Ron at the chest, poking his limp prick against his lips. "Lick me clean. Then we'll see if you get to come."

Ron made a face. He hated when they made him do this after buggering him. He pried his mouth open and took Snape's cock into his mouth. Ignoring the rancid smell and revolting taste, he began to clean the relase from his headmaster's prick.

A warm wet surrounded his balls, telling Ron that Malfoy had recovered from his orgasm. Ron involuntarily thrust up, hoping Malfoy would give him more, despite wanting nothing except to be away from the both of them. He continued licking Snape's cock, trying to only get the come without making him hard again.

When Snape was satisfied with Ron's job, he pulled out, turned to Malfoy and said, "Bring the girl."

Lucius bit down on Ron's sac, and Ron screamed in agony. Another swipe of the tongue, as though to soothe the abused flesh, and Lucius rolled from the bed, and approched Hermione.

"But..You said you-"

"Hold your tongue, Weasley," Snape said, his eyes on Hermione. "It's done its job."

Ron fell silent, watching apprehensively as Lucius pulled Hermione from the floor and brought her to the bed.

"Remove the gag," Snape instructed.

Lucius did so.

"Now, Miss Granger," Snape started, "Oblige Mr. Weasley and bring him to completion."

"No," Ron chocked out.

Hermione slid out her tongue, swiping it along the underside of Ron's cock.

"Suck him," Malfoy ordered, circling Hermione like a shark. He stopped at the head of the bed, near where Ron lay. "Take it all in at once."

Hermione looked at Ron apologetically and opened her mouth to take him in. She began to suck, and as she did, Malfoy began to fist himself in earnest. In three sucks, Ron was coming, spilling himself inside Hermione's mouth. She swallowed it without being told; they both knew the punishment for spitting it out.

Despite the nauseaous and disgusted feelings running through Ron, he couldn't help but relax as the last of his orgasm pulsed out of him. He'd barely finished coming when Malfoy came on his face, the release seeping between his lips, into his eyelashes and running down his neck and ears. Ron coughed, rolling onto his side and grasping his stomach.

"Miss Granger," Snape said softly, but for some reason it sounded loud. "Clean Mr. Weasley up."

Ron raised an arm to hold Hermione off. "No. Don't-"

"Shut your mouth," Malfoy ordered. "Unless you wish Granger to pay the price."

Ron glared up at him and reluctantly lowered his arm. Hermione slid up the bed, stopping when she was level with Ron. He tried to convey his apology through his eyes, but Hermione wasn't looking. She had closed her eyes as she began to lick Ron clean of Malfoy's come. It was several minutes before Snape deemed the job done. Directing Malfoy to remove Hermione, he approached the bed and hovered over Ron.

"A kiss," he stated, "and we will count this detention served."

Ron brought himself up so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed. He frowned before forcing himself to lean up and press his lips against Snape's. The older man plundered Ron's mouth with his tongue as though trying to coat it with saliva as a sign of ownership.

Ron pulled away, wiping the saliva from his chin. Under Snape and Malfoy's watchful eyes, he retrieved his clothing and dressed himself. He walked to the corridor before turning and facing the Slytherins again.

"What about Hermione?"

"Miss Granger has her own detention to serve, Mr. Weasley. But never fear, her task will be much more creative than yours."

Ron's shouts of protest were lost against the hard-grained wooden door that shut in front of him.