Whatever Happened To A Saturday Night
Harry's seventh year at Hogwarts has had a few changes. Since the final battle electricity has been brought to the Wizarding world. The seventh years decide to have an Interactive Movie Night to promote house untiy. What happens to Rocky Horror Picture Show when Harry plays a mad scientist and Draco a creation?!
Title: Whatever Happened To A Saturday Night
Author: Ziki Hekai
Pairing: Harry/Hermione, Harry/Ron (Non-Con, Bad Ron!), Harry/Draco, Hermione/Pansy
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea!
Stepping inside, the first thing Harry noticed was the huge common room. It was done in deep blues and blacks. The couches surrounding the roaring fireplace were black leather. All along the walls were bookcases lined with books on every subject. In the center of the room was a large big screen television, and a muggle stereo system. Dumbledore explained that both had been spelled so that they would only work once that students had all their work finished. There were two couches softest, darkest blue suede in front of the telly. Looking around, Harry noticed two staircases leading up to a balcony with four doors. He figured those led to the bedrooms. On the floor level, however there was a door on either side of the common room, and a door between the staircases. Walking to the door on the left, he opened it revealing a beautiful bathroom. The floors were a pristine white marble, while the counters were black. All the sink and shower fixtures were a shimmering gold. He thought it must be the guest loo. Opening the center door he was met with a guest bedroom. One side of the room was a sitting area with tan suede couches, while on the opposite side stood a large four poster bed with royal blue hangings, and crisp navy bedding. Standing on either side of the bed was a small side table made of beautiful maple. Standing against one was a matching set of wardrobes, and a desk was positioned against the opposite wall.
Entering the room on the right side of the common room, Harry found a huge muggle kitchen. All of the appliances, refrigerator, stove, dish washer, microwave, were stainless steel. The counters and island were black granite, while the cupboards, pantry, and large twelve person table and chair set were all a deep cherry wood. They even had the small appliances, can opener, blender, coffee maker, toaster, food processor, mixer, and just about anything else you could possibly ask for in a muggle kitchen. The cupboards, and pantry, along with the refrigerator had already been stocked, much to Harry’s delight.
“Since you have your own kitchen, you are only required to attend breakfast, lunch, and dinner in the Great Hall once a week.” Dumbledore told them. Now, go check out your bedrooms while I make us some tea.” The students didn’t have to be told twice as they bolted up the stairs.
Opening the first door, Pansy was in love. The plush bright pink carpeting was so soft underfoot; you just wanted to sink your toes into it. The walls had been painted a bright purple that she just flipped over. On the left wall was a fireplace with a large TV hung above it. On the wall with the door leading inside the room was a bookshelf and a desk. It was large enough for Pansy’s computer and still left enough room for her to do whatever work she needed to do. On the opposite wall was a vanity next to a door. Opening the door revealed a huge walk in closet. On the wall to the right stood a double king sized four poster with bright pink hangings, black silk bedding, and enough pink and purple pillows to smother a small country. At the foot of the bed stood a black suede loveseat positioned so one could watch television if they chose. Beside the bed was the door leading to a shared bathroom Two sinks set in a white marble counter were in front of a mirror taking up the entire right wall. In the center of the room was a bathtub so big it rivaled the prefects tub. Walking through the door on the other side of the room, they came to Hermione’s bedroom. Red fabric covered walls, and black plush carpeting made the bushy haired girl squeal in delight. The room was set up exactly like Pansy’s only the color scheme was red and black. Leaving her room the group entered door number three. Harry’s jaw dropped when he looked around. Black walls and silver plush carpeting made the room look elegant. The rooms seemed to all be set up the same way. Harry had a double king sized four poster bed with silver hangings, black silk bedding, and ice blue pillows. They walked through his room and into the bathroom he and Draco would share. It was just like the girls’ but where theirs was white and gold, this one was black and silver. Entering Draco’s bedroom, no one was surprised. It was exactly like Harry’s color scheme, except instead of Harry’s ice blue pillows. Draco’s were green. Ranging shades of green: neon green, Slytherin green, forest green, hunter green; there were pillows adorning the bed and loveseat in all hues of green. The students were in love with their new rooms, and since the house elves already unpacked their things, they made their way down to their kitchen to have a cup of tea with the Headmaster.
“I take it you like the rooms?” Dumbledore asked once the excited group sat down. They all nodded in agreement. Dumbledore told them all over tea that Ron was being questioned by Professor Snape later that evening, and taken into Auror custody directly after if needed. He told Harry, that he’d be kept notified of anything going on with that. About an hour later the Headmaster left the students to get settled in.
It was a few hours later when Harry got up to cook dinner. He has just walked into the common room to tell his friends to come eat when the Headmaster’s head appeared in the fire.
“Harry,” He called.” Mr. Weasley will be questioned in a half an hour, Severus, and the Aurors think you should be present for the questioning.”
“Okay, Headmaster, but we were just sitting down for dinner. I’ll be there as soon as we’re finished” Dumbledore’s head nodded then was gone.
After dinner, Harry made his way to the Headmaster’s office. When he entered he noticed that only himself, Dumbledore, Severus, and Professor McGonagall were present. He briefly wondered where the Aurors were, and where was Ron? But as soon as that thought surfaced in his mind, the door swung open and in walked Ron, being escorted by two Aurors Harry didn’t know. It started quickly. Snape administered the Veritaserum and began the questioning. After the usual questions of full name (Ronald Billius Weasley), age (seventeen), and house (Gryffindor, duh.), Severus got to the important questions.
Severus: Mr. Weasley, you and Mr. Potter had a falling out. What was it over?
Ron: I was tired of him not giving me enough attention; I was tired of him all the time being in the spotlight, and me just being looked at as “The Hero’s Friend”. And he never shared his money with me like he did with Fred and George.
Severus: So you were greedy. What about the fight you had last Monday morning. What happened there?
Ron: I had heard the Potter and the ferret were becoming friends. I couldn’t let Malfoy take my place, so I told Harry that we could be friends again if he for away from Malfoy. He wouldn’t listen to me, so I made him think about my offer.
Severus: You mean you beat him up?
Ron: Among other things.
Severus: What other things?
Ron: I took my rightful turn at that sweet arse of his.
Severus: You mean you raped him?
Ron: It wasn’t rape. He wanted it. He just didn’t know it at the time.
Severus: Mr. Weasley, when you were forcing yourself sexually on Mr. Potter, did he ever ask you to stop? Did he ever say “no”?
Ron: He begged me to stop, but I wouldn’t until I got my point across.
Severus: Okay, Mr. Weasley, I think you’ve said enough.
Snape turned to the Headmaster. “I think we’ve heard more than enough to take him away.” He said, then turned and walked over to take the distraught Harry into his arms.
“You may take him to the Ministry, I will contact his parents.” Dumbledore said to the Aurors. With that Ronald Weasley was led out of Hogwarts for good. “Severus, why don’t you take Harry to his rooms?” Dumbledore suggested.
“Rooms, Sir?” Snape questioned.
“Yes, Harry, Draco, Ms. Granger, and Ms. Parkinson all moved into the family suite, behind the founders, today.”
“I see, well then, come Harry, I’m sure Draco will be worried about you, having to hear all that…I just want you to remember I’m here for you whenever you need to speak to someone. I’m sure Sirius and Remus would also come at a moments notice just for you to have someone to talk to. Remember, Harry, just because this horrible thing has happened to you, doesn’t mean you are any less loved than you were. You still have a lot of people who care deeply about you who want you to get over this.” Severus told Harry as he led him to the portrait of the founders. Harry gave the password and asked the guardians of the room to allow Severus entrance whenever he came up.
As soon as he stepped inside Harry was in the blonde’s embrace. Snape explained what had happened, causing Harry to finally break down into tears. Severus told Harry he would return the next day after classes with Sirius and Remus, and left. Draco pulled Harry to his bedroom and laid the sobbing boy down onto Harry’s bed and curled up next to him. He lay there rubbing Harry’s back in soothing circles, and muttering calming words of love and adoration. He didn’t know how long he had been comforting the raven haired teen, but finally his sobs quieted down to the occasional sniffle. After a few minutes, Draco though Harry had fallen asleep, Harry spoke.
“Draco,” He started quietly, timidly. “Make love to me.”
“What? Harry, are you sure? I don’t want to rust you if you’re not ready.”
“I know, but I need to know that it can be nice. Show me what it’s like to love, please? If I get uncomfortable I’ll have you stop, but please, make me feel good.” Harry begged.
Draco found himself unable to say no to the boy. He captured Harry’s lips in a love filled kiss, and began undressing the two of them. He stripped himself and began working on Harry, kissing and caressing every inch of skin revealed. Once Harry wad nude and writhing under Draco’s ministrations, Draco took the boys erection in his hand. Slowly, he stroked his boyfriend, while kissing him everywhere he could reach. Grabbing his wand, he Accio’d a tube of lube from his room. He coated his fingers with it and moved between Harry’s legs. Harry was moaning in pleasure and knew he was right. Draco would make it good for him. His train of thought derailed when his member was engulfed in wet, warmth. Draco’s head was bobbing on his arousal, while his slick fingers were gently pressing at his opening. Slowly, Draco worked one finger into his boyfriend’s body, then two. He worked at stretching Harry as gently as possible while continuing to pleasure his erection orally. As Harry reached the verge of orgasm and was thrusting back on four of Draco’s fingers, comfortably, all stimulation suddenly ended. Harry whimpered at the loss of contact, causing Draco to chuckle lightly.
“Shh,” Draco whispered. “I need you to relax. This might be a little uncomfortable at first.” With that he pressed his lubricated arousal at Harry’s entrance, applying gentle pressure until his head pushed through the tight ring of muscle. Draco fought against his body and stilled himself, he would wait for Harry to become comfortable, he didn’t want to scare, or worse hurt the boy. Finally, Harry relaxed, and Draco was able to slide the rest of the way inside. He paused again so Harry could get used to the new fullness. At Harry’s nod, he pulled almost all the way out and slowly pressed back in. Angling his hips he was able to find the little bundle of nerves that brought stars to Harry’s eyes. Draco’s thrusts were slow but deep, quickening as he got closer to orgasm. When he was on the verge of his release, he took hold of Harry’s weeping erection and stroked him to completion. Draco thrust twice more into the constricting channel and released his seed inside his boyfriend. He pulled out, cleaned the two of them up, and took Harry into his arms. “I love you Harry.” He kissed Harry gently.
“Love you too Draco.” Harry replied tiredly before falling asleep. Wrapped in Draco’s arms, the nightmares he’d been experiencing almost nightly since he defeated Voldemort didn’t come that night.
Title: Whatever Happened To A Saturday Night
Author: Ziki Hekai
Pairing: Harry/Hermione, Harry/Ron (Non-Con, Bad Ron!), Harry/Draco, Hermione/Pansy
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea!
Stepping inside, the first thing Harry noticed was the huge common room. It was done in deep blues and blacks. The couches surrounding the roaring fireplace were black leather. All along the walls were bookcases lined with books on every subject. In the center of the room was a large big screen television, and a muggle stereo system. Dumbledore explained that both had been spelled so that they would only work once that students had all their work finished. There were two couches softest, darkest blue suede in front of the telly. Looking around, Harry noticed two staircases leading up to a balcony with four doors. He figured those led to the bedrooms. On the floor level, however there was a door on either side of the common room, and a door between the staircases. Walking to the door on the left, he opened it revealing a beautiful bathroom. The floors were a pristine white marble, while the counters were black. All the sink and shower fixtures were a shimmering gold. He thought it must be the guest loo. Opening the center door he was met with a guest bedroom. One side of the room was a sitting area with tan suede couches, while on the opposite side stood a large four poster bed with royal blue hangings, and crisp navy bedding. Standing on either side of the bed was a small side table made of beautiful maple. Standing against one was a matching set of wardrobes, and a desk was positioned against the opposite wall.
Entering the room on the right side of the common room, Harry found a huge muggle kitchen. All of the appliances, refrigerator, stove, dish washer, microwave, were stainless steel. The counters and island were black granite, while the cupboards, pantry, and large twelve person table and chair set were all a deep cherry wood. They even had the small appliances, can opener, blender, coffee maker, toaster, food processor, mixer, and just about anything else you could possibly ask for in a muggle kitchen. The cupboards, and pantry, along with the refrigerator had already been stocked, much to Harry’s delight.
“Since you have your own kitchen, you are only required to attend breakfast, lunch, and dinner in the Great Hall once a week.” Dumbledore told them. Now, go check out your bedrooms while I make us some tea.” The students didn’t have to be told twice as they bolted up the stairs.
Opening the first door, Pansy was in love. The plush bright pink carpeting was so soft underfoot; you just wanted to sink your toes into it. The walls had been painted a bright purple that she just flipped over. On the left wall was a fireplace with a large TV hung above it. On the wall with the door leading inside the room was a bookshelf and a desk. It was large enough for Pansy’s computer and still left enough room for her to do whatever work she needed to do. On the opposite wall was a vanity next to a door. Opening the door revealed a huge walk in closet. On the wall to the right stood a double king sized four poster with bright pink hangings, black silk bedding, and enough pink and purple pillows to smother a small country. At the foot of the bed stood a black suede loveseat positioned so one could watch television if they chose. Beside the bed was the door leading to a shared bathroom Two sinks set in a white marble counter were in front of a mirror taking up the entire right wall. In the center of the room was a bathtub so big it rivaled the prefects tub. Walking through the door on the other side of the room, they came to Hermione’s bedroom. Red fabric covered walls, and black plush carpeting made the bushy haired girl squeal in delight. The room was set up exactly like Pansy’s only the color scheme was red and black. Leaving her room the group entered door number three. Harry’s jaw dropped when he looked around. Black walls and silver plush carpeting made the room look elegant. The rooms seemed to all be set up the same way. Harry had a double king sized four poster bed with silver hangings, black silk bedding, and ice blue pillows. They walked through his room and into the bathroom he and Draco would share. It was just like the girls’ but where theirs was white and gold, this one was black and silver. Entering Draco’s bedroom, no one was surprised. It was exactly like Harry’s color scheme, except instead of Harry’s ice blue pillows. Draco’s were green. Ranging shades of green: neon green, Slytherin green, forest green, hunter green; there were pillows adorning the bed and loveseat in all hues of green. The students were in love with their new rooms, and since the house elves already unpacked their things, they made their way down to their kitchen to have a cup of tea with the Headmaster.
“I take it you like the rooms?” Dumbledore asked once the excited group sat down. They all nodded in agreement. Dumbledore told them all over tea that Ron was being questioned by Professor Snape later that evening, and taken into Auror custody directly after if needed. He told Harry, that he’d be kept notified of anything going on with that. About an hour later the Headmaster left the students to get settled in.
It was a few hours later when Harry got up to cook dinner. He has just walked into the common room to tell his friends to come eat when the Headmaster’s head appeared in the fire.
“Harry,” He called.” Mr. Weasley will be questioned in a half an hour, Severus, and the Aurors think you should be present for the questioning.”
“Okay, Headmaster, but we were just sitting down for dinner. I’ll be there as soon as we’re finished” Dumbledore’s head nodded then was gone.
After dinner, Harry made his way to the Headmaster’s office. When he entered he noticed that only himself, Dumbledore, Severus, and Professor McGonagall were present. He briefly wondered where the Aurors were, and where was Ron? But as soon as that thought surfaced in his mind, the door swung open and in walked Ron, being escorted by two Aurors Harry didn’t know. It started quickly. Snape administered the Veritaserum and began the questioning. After the usual questions of full name (Ronald Billius Weasley), age (seventeen), and house (Gryffindor, duh.), Severus got to the important questions.
Severus: Mr. Weasley, you and Mr. Potter had a falling out. What was it over?
Ron: I was tired of him not giving me enough attention; I was tired of him all the time being in the spotlight, and me just being looked at as “The Hero’s Friend”. And he never shared his money with me like he did with Fred and George.
Severus: So you were greedy. What about the fight you had last Monday morning. What happened there?
Ron: I had heard the Potter and the ferret were becoming friends. I couldn’t let Malfoy take my place, so I told Harry that we could be friends again if he for away from Malfoy. He wouldn’t listen to me, so I made him think about my offer.
Severus: You mean you beat him up?
Ron: Among other things.
Severus: What other things?
Ron: I took my rightful turn at that sweet arse of his.
Severus: You mean you raped him?
Ron: It wasn’t rape. He wanted it. He just didn’t know it at the time.
Severus: Mr. Weasley, when you were forcing yourself sexually on Mr. Potter, did he ever ask you to stop? Did he ever say “no”?
Ron: He begged me to stop, but I wouldn’t until I got my point across.
Severus: Okay, Mr. Weasley, I think you’ve said enough.
Snape turned to the Headmaster. “I think we’ve heard more than enough to take him away.” He said, then turned and walked over to take the distraught Harry into his arms.
“You may take him to the Ministry, I will contact his parents.” Dumbledore said to the Aurors. With that Ronald Weasley was led out of Hogwarts for good. “Severus, why don’t you take Harry to his rooms?” Dumbledore suggested.
“Rooms, Sir?” Snape questioned.
“Yes, Harry, Draco, Ms. Granger, and Ms. Parkinson all moved into the family suite, behind the founders, today.”
“I see, well then, come Harry, I’m sure Draco will be worried about you, having to hear all that…I just want you to remember I’m here for you whenever you need to speak to someone. I’m sure Sirius and Remus would also come at a moments notice just for you to have someone to talk to. Remember, Harry, just because this horrible thing has happened to you, doesn’t mean you are any less loved than you were. You still have a lot of people who care deeply about you who want you to get over this.” Severus told Harry as he led him to the portrait of the founders. Harry gave the password and asked the guardians of the room to allow Severus entrance whenever he came up.
As soon as he stepped inside Harry was in the blonde’s embrace. Snape explained what had happened, causing Harry to finally break down into tears. Severus told Harry he would return the next day after classes with Sirius and Remus, and left. Draco pulled Harry to his bedroom and laid the sobbing boy down onto Harry’s bed and curled up next to him. He lay there rubbing Harry’s back in soothing circles, and muttering calming words of love and adoration. He didn’t know how long he had been comforting the raven haired teen, but finally his sobs quieted down to the occasional sniffle. After a few minutes, Draco though Harry had fallen asleep, Harry spoke.
“Draco,” He started quietly, timidly. “Make love to me.”
“What? Harry, are you sure? I don’t want to rust you if you’re not ready.”
“I know, but I need to know that it can be nice. Show me what it’s like to love, please? If I get uncomfortable I’ll have you stop, but please, make me feel good.” Harry begged.
Draco found himself unable to say no to the boy. He captured Harry’s lips in a love filled kiss, and began undressing the two of them. He stripped himself and began working on Harry, kissing and caressing every inch of skin revealed. Once Harry wad nude and writhing under Draco’s ministrations, Draco took the boys erection in his hand. Slowly, he stroked his boyfriend, while kissing him everywhere he could reach. Grabbing his wand, he Accio’d a tube of lube from his room. He coated his fingers with it and moved between Harry’s legs. Harry was moaning in pleasure and knew he was right. Draco would make it good for him. His train of thought derailed when his member was engulfed in wet, warmth. Draco’s head was bobbing on his arousal, while his slick fingers were gently pressing at his opening. Slowly, Draco worked one finger into his boyfriend’s body, then two. He worked at stretching Harry as gently as possible while continuing to pleasure his erection orally. As Harry reached the verge of orgasm and was thrusting back on four of Draco’s fingers, comfortably, all stimulation suddenly ended. Harry whimpered at the loss of contact, causing Draco to chuckle lightly.
“Shh,” Draco whispered. “I need you to relax. This might be a little uncomfortable at first.” With that he pressed his lubricated arousal at Harry’s entrance, applying gentle pressure until his head pushed through the tight ring of muscle. Draco fought against his body and stilled himself, he would wait for Harry to become comfortable, he didn’t want to scare, or worse hurt the boy. Finally, Harry relaxed, and Draco was able to slide the rest of the way inside. He paused again so Harry could get used to the new fullness. At Harry’s nod, he pulled almost all the way out and slowly pressed back in. Angling his hips he was able to find the little bundle of nerves that brought stars to Harry’s eyes. Draco’s thrusts were slow but deep, quickening as he got closer to orgasm. When he was on the verge of his release, he took hold of Harry’s weeping erection and stroked him to completion. Draco thrust twice more into the constricting channel and released his seed inside his boyfriend. He pulled out, cleaned the two of them up, and took Harry into his arms. “I love you Harry.” He kissed Harry gently.
“Love you too Draco.” Harry replied tiredly before falling asleep. Wrapped in Draco’s arms, the nightmares he’d been experiencing almost nightly since he defeated Voldemort didn’t come that night.