Rayne {Alan Rickman Fangirl}

Thu, 17 Jan 2008 01:59:53 GMT

Some of my favorite fanfics. I thought I should post them here. But please, don't read if your easily offended.

Author: Angela
Disclaimer: I do now own any Harry Potter characters, but I do own my story and ideas.
Characters: Mostly, Ron, Draco, Blaize, Seamus, Fred, George, Cedric, Percy, Oliver, Charlie, Bill, Snape, Lucius. I'm not really sure who will end up with whom. There will be other characters also.
Summary: Draco Malfoy throws a party, basically daring them to invite. Who comes? Who comes that was not invited?
Author Note: wdncgto! Yes I wrote that word on purpose lol. It's not a word, its abbr. It means. Whoever does not cum gets thrown out…sorry about that.
Warning: This is going to be very kinky, slashy and also incest story. If you do not like that, sorry, don't read. Also will contain adults and teens.
Prologue,
Draco had just finished writing out his invitations and sent his owl, Dragon to mail them off to the people he had invited. The invitation was for his birthday party. He is basically daring people to come. He invited all sorts of people, all ages, mostly from school. He even invited a few enemies. I guess that is why he's daring them. To see who is brave enough to show there faces at his party. He is quite curious to see who will show up. He read the last invitation that he had, before he slid it under his fathers study. His mother was not invited, as she was not even in town at the moment anyway.
To those who should be so lucky to receive this,
Cum out Cum out, wherever you are. I dare you to cum to my 15th year birthday party. Whoever cums wins and wdncgto! Whoever can figure out what that says gets to cum double.
winks
Yours Truly,
Draco Malfoy
After Draco had given his father his invitation, he went off to the kitchen to tell the house elves what to do. He had told Dobby to make a few trays of food, of chips and dip, fruit, and other things to eat at a party. He also told him to make sure that they had whipped cream and sweets to eat; he then went off to talk to Tinker. He told her to make sure they had lots of booze, all kinds and also some juices, ice, and soda pop for there drinks. He then said that if they did not have many drinks, to just use magic.
He then walked to his bedroom corridors, and picked out an outfit. He found a silver silky shirt, with black and silver stripes, he placed the shirt on the bed, he then grabbed a pair of black leather pants, placed it beside his shirt and went off to shower and shave. He used his favorite shampoo, Dove and his favorite body soap, Butter Cream. He washed all over, rinsed and then toweled off, walking into his room.
He placed on a pair of silky silver thongs, with green and black hearts. He new that he was being very daring tonight, knowing that people will discover them and maybe even tease him, but he didn't care. He new that they were sexy, and he looked irristable wearing them. He slipped on his pants, buttoning them up and zippering them; he then placed his shirt on, buttoning them up, leaving two holes unbuttoned. He then stood in front of the mirror, smirking at his hot self. He splashed on some sexy cologne and new that he was ready to entertain his guests.
He ran downstairs to make sure that his house elf's had done what he had ordered them, when he found out that they indeed did, he leant back on his favorite chair, folding his legs on the coffee table, wearing a sexy smirk and waited for his guests to show up. He still had no idea who was coming, nobody had replied, but that is the way he wanted it, he wanted it to be a surprise. Draco Malfoy was about to have the best night of his life, what he did not know were there would be many uninvited and very unsuspecting guests, that'll make the games even more fun.
"Let the games begin." He said, to himself, smirking.
Part 3
to be continued

Part 2
Ron woke up from a tap on his window. He groaned and rubbed his face in his pillow, wanting to go back to bed, but the tapping only increased and he heard a growl.
"Go away Pig." He groaned, punched his bed, trying to get more comfortable. His laziness was making the owl angry and his hands went to his ears immediately when he heard another own hoot. He then realized that it was not Pig outside and it was someone else's damn bird. That angered him, forcing him to crawl out of bed, walking towards the window in his Gryffindor thong, not bothering to cover up. The bird flew in and waited for Ron to undo the letters, the gorgeous owl then flew away, hooting. He saw a letter that said, Young Weasels, meaning Ron, Ginny and the twins. He then saw another letter with the name Hermione on it; he sighed and tied it to Pigs leg, forcing his owl to fly off to Muggle London.
After watching his bird fly away, he wrinkled his nose, looking at the invitation confused. Who on Earth was sending him something at a time of night like this? He looked at his muggle clock and saw that it said 9PM. He then tore open the invitation and frowned.
"What the hell is that git up to?" Ron asked, he then walked out of his room to go show his brothers the note. He knocked on the twin's door and then walked in. He saw them making out, he then sat down on top of George, whom was on top and licked the other boys face.
"We just got an invitation to Malfoy's party." Ron Said, biting on Georges neck and then added, "Actually it was more of a dare." He laughed, nuzzling into his brothers neck, while they pulled away from there kiss and looked at him.
Fred blinked, confused to why Malfoy would've invited them to a party or anywhere at that. "Get out of here."
Ron smirked, "Naw I think not." He said, grinding into George's back, causing George to moan.
"No you prat, I was not actually telling you to leave." Fred said.
"Ya better not leave Ronnikins." George Said, turning his face around and placed his lips over Ron's, kissing and nipping at the other boys lips.
"I think that we should take his dare and go." Fred Said, pulling his twin away from Ron and kissing his little brother himself.
George groaned from loss from the kiss and replied, "Ya, we never back away from any dares." He then smirked.
Ron sucked on Fred's tongue, moaning into his mouth and then pulled away from there heated kiss. He eyed both twins and frowned. "Why would we go? I mean do you guys really even want to go?" He asked.
George shrugged, "Ya why not? And besides." He started and grinned.
"Maybe by the end of the night, you'll be seducing him and not us. He is the one you've wanted ever since you've met him, ya know." Fred finished, winking at his brother and slapped Ron on the arse.
Ron glared at them, "That's not true." He Said and pulled away from them, standing up.
"I do not like Draco Malfoy." He said, folding his arms.
He then heard someone snort from behind him, making him turn around to see there older brother Percy.
"Haven't we told you about sneaking up on us? Clear your throat or something." Fred Said.
Percy rolled his eyes at his brother and looked at Ron again and smiled. "Oh come on bro, its so obvious that you want Draco. How can you not know this?"
"Oh he knows it all right." George said.
"He just don't wanna admit it." Fred Replied.
Ron stuck his lower lip out into a pout, looking at each one of his brothers. He new that they were right. He did not want to admit it. He has had feelings for Draco Malfoy for years. He always envied those friends of his. He always wished that they could be at least friends, since obviously Draco would never want to date him. I mean why would he? He was probably into Blaize Zabini, who Ron has to admit is his other crush.
"You guys are full of shite. I'm not into Draco Malfoy." Ron Said, tapping his foot on the ground.
He didn't hear the door open again or the person walking up to him, but he did feel the hands around his waste that made him jump in surprise. He then felt someone's hot breath in his ear and heard him whisper, "Oy not yet mate, but you will soon little bro." Charlie Said, tweaking one of Ron's nipples, causing Ron to whimper in need.
"Your older bros are right Ronnie, you like him and you want him bad." Bill Said, slapping Ron's arse.
Ron groaned, placing his hands over his face, "Okay fine, I'll admit it. Yes I want him."
"You love him. "Percy Corrected.
"And we're going to his party." Fred said excitedly.
"And we are going to get you two chaps together." George responded, nodding.
Charlie licked Ron's cheeks towards his lips and kissed them, he then pulled back and whispered, "Whether its for a quick fuck."
"Or to make you two bound together for life." Bill finished off.
That caused both of the twins to gasp, "Hey, that is our thing."
Which the twins complaining, caused the rest of the Weasley sons laugh in amusement.
Percy frowned, "Wait, did you say party? As in a party at the Malfoy Manor?"
George nodded, "Yup Yup Yup."
"Isn't it exciting? Ohhh we have to pick out a fabolish out fit for our lil Ronnikins." Fred Said, rubbing his hands in excitement.
Ron frowned, "Sometimes you are a little to girly Freddy. No wonder you're a poof."
Fred snorted, "Says the one wearing a thong."
George then slapped Fred's arse and replied, "Hey his thongs are sexy."
The other brothers nodded in agreement.
Charlie squeezed Ron's arse, occasionally slapping it. "I'm so going to miss this arse."
"I know you're telling me. He has the tightest arse ever." Bill Said, rubbing it also.
"The tastiest arse I've ever had.." Percy Said, grabbing Ron's thong and pulling it hard, causing It to slide up his crack some more, and causing Ron to moan.
"Oy if you guys don't stop that then we won't be going to any party." Ron whimpered, rubbing his ass into Charlie.
"You see you do want to see Draco." Bill Said.
"You're dying to see him." Percy responded.
Charlie grinded into Ron's arsehole. "You're dying to have his cock up your arse."
Ron moaned, grinded back into Charlie's penis.
"Unless Junior here wants to drive home." Bill Said, tweaking Ronald's cock, smirking when he felt it move.
George said, "I dare you to wear your thong to his party. With leather pants and some silky, sexy top." He then licked Ron's neck, taking some of his skin into his mouth and sucking it.
"You guys are." Ron started, "Killing me."
Fred snickered, "If you think we are really killing you, then I dare you to go wearing what Georgie said, but also wearing your hardon."
"Ohhh that's bad." Charlie laughed, sucking on Ron's ear.
"I like it." Bill Said.
"What a nice birthday gift. Ronnie in leather and when Draco unwraps you, see's you in a thong and see's that your already hard for him." Percy said, smiling.
Ron whimpered, glaring at them, "I hate you guys, your all prats."
They all laughed.
"You don't hate us Lil Ronnikins." Georgie Said.
Charlie squeezed Ron's dick hard, smirking as he heard his youngest brothers whimpers. "You love us."
"Damn I just realized something, if you and Malfoy get together, then that's it for us. We'll never be able to do our brotherly bonding again." Fred whined.
Ron laughed, grinding into his brothers hand. "Naw I'll just tell the little git that if he allows me to still have my brotherly bonding that he can join in with us."
Charlie purred in Ron's ear, "Damn I can't wait. That boy has a nice arse."
"Yes I have to admit, the prat does." Percy said, nodding his head.
"When are we going?" Ron whined, wanting to cum to badly, knowing that they are not going to allow him to orgasm now.
"Ha our little bro is anxious to see Malfoy." George said.
Bill snorted, "Naw little Ronnie just wants to cum."
Ron glared at them all and spat, "YES I do, you're killing me. Let's go." He then pulled away from his brothers. He then started to walk away, "I'm going to get dressed."
"Okay don't forget, silky top with leather pants." George Said.
"Your thong also." Fred reminded him.
Ron sighed and opened the door to the twin's bedroom and started to walk out, but stopped as he heard Charlie's next words.
"Ohhh and Ronnie." Charlie Started, causing Ron to turn around and groaned at the look into his brothers eyes. "Don't you dare think about touching yourself."
"And believe us; we'll know if you've creamed yourself." Percy said, smirking.
Ron then groaned and walked away, slamming there bedroom door and walking towards his room up in the attic.
Ron then went towards his wardrobe and pulled out a Maroon and yellow silky shirt. He buttoned it up, leaving a few buttons unbuttoned. He then smirked, grabbing another pair of undies, taking off his thong and replacing it with a silver and green thong. He looked towards the mirror and nodded in approval. He then grabbed his wand and pointed it on the cloth, making a heart with the initials DM on it. He then slid his leather pants on. It had several tiny holes in it, forming stars. He placed on boots and then sprayed himself with Hugo cologne.
He then went into the bathroom, shaved quickly and then put on after shave. He grabbed his strawberry kiwi shampoo, and his wand, pointing the wand on his hair and then shampoo and washed his hair the lazy way. He brushed his hair, pushing it back a little and smiled at his reflexion. "Ronald Weasley, you are just too sexy." He said, winking.
After Ron left the twin's room to get ready the brothers all looked at each other. Some of them groaned and some smirked.
Bill took out a few coins and threw 2 to each brother. Bill then held out his hand smirking at Charlie, whom groaned, handing the money that Bill just gave him back to him, but also giving him 2 more.
"Sorry baby brother, but you thought that our Ronnie was in love with Perce." Bill Said, smirking, not realizing that, that comment stung his other brothers' heart and nobody noticing the little frown that was on Percy's lips.
Charlie then gave each brother 4 coins, causing the other three to smirk, because they have a lot more money now.
"Alright boys, lets go get ready and crash Draco Malfoys party." Charlie said, knowing that he was not invited. Percy and Bill then left to go get read for the lads birthday, while the twins got ready also.

Ron came downstairs where his brothers were. Charlie was in the process of writing a quill for there mum and father, so that there mother did not havea stroke,worrying for her tadpoles. Bill read the letter over and placed the letter on there muggle refrigerator.
Percy was sitting down,tapping his hands on his knees, waiting to go. Ron heard some laughter and saw Fred and George skip in.
The twins were being there usual twinselves and dressed up for halloween. George was dressed up at a vampire. He had fake blood, which really chocolate colored red. It was on his neck and lips. He was wearing purple muggle contact. Also a black cloak. He dyed his hair black,
with blue highlights, which was obviously done with his wand. With his fake vampire teeth. Ron had to admit, that his brother was looking hot.
Ron then turned his gaze on Fred, and smirked. Fred was dressed up as Draco Malfoy. He had dyed his hair white blonde, geled it back. He transfigured one of his Gryfindor robes, into a Slytherin robe. The tie and all. He already had his gorgeous, blue eyes. Ron licked his lips,
at Fred. Only one of the twins would think to dress up as Draco. Joke or not.
Ron chuckled, "Holy shite Fredikins. You look hot as hell bro." He then groaned when his cock twitched, making him even harder. He rearanged his pants, hating that his brothers would not help him out before he embaresses himself in front of Draco and Blaize.
He walked up to Fred, placed his hand around the other mans neck, forcing him to bend over and kissed his lips deeply. He suckled on his tongue a little, and then he pulled back. "Lets get the fuck out of here. I need to cum so badly." I said, huskly, rubbing my arousal on Fred's penis, causing him to groan.
Ron stepped away from Fred and said, "I'm going to floo to Shays house and we'll fly together." Since he's not friends with Harry anymore,
since Harry was a prejudiuce ass, those two became best mates, practically unseperable. He was still fairly close with Mione...not as much as he used to be, since she is still friends with Harry. She's angry with the bugger, but it's not like Ron can order her to stop,
being his friend. So that is how Seamus and Ron became best buddies. When ever she was with Harry, he hung with Seamus.
Charlie eyed Ron and asked, "What bout Hermione? I figured you'd go pick her up. Seeing how she lives in Muggle London and most likely will not want to go to the dragons house alone." After he said that Bill let out a small chuckle.
Percy sighed, when Ron said he was going to pick up Seamus. He wanted to go with Ron. And he could not help but be a little jealous of,
Seamus. "Well I suppose I shall go pick up Hermione now." Percy said, in a annoyingly way. Which of course shoocked nobody, but Ron. He's young and clueless. He didn't realize there was jealousy in Percy's tone, or sadness in his eyes all of the time, because of him.
Ron just thought that he was being his usual, stuck up, rudeself.
"We'll get Ollie and Ced." Bill said, pointing towards Charlie and himself.
Ginny ran down the stairs, in her muggle witch outfit. She had on a pretty, black glittery dress, red lip stick, sparkles in her hair,
face,neck, and on her neck. She was holding her wand and had a weaved flower, crown on her head. With a few small braids. She looked,
young, but gorgeous. For her age anyway.
"I wanna come." Ginny said, in a high pitched whisper. Her face showed excitement.
Ron snorted, "NO. Your to young." His brothers snorted at that.
Ginny gasped, placing her hands on her hips. "Ronald Weasley, your only one year older then I am, its not fair." She said, sticking her mouth out in a pout, her eyes were about to spill with tears. She had overheard her older brothers talking about Draco Malfoys Halloween,
birthday party and was so excited to go.
"Ya but Lil Ronnikens is." George started. "Malfoy's main guest." Fred finished, smirking.
Percy groaned, hitting his forhead. "That gets so annoying when you two do that."
"Ya and the Gred and Forge thing." Bill stated.
All of a sudden there was a loud gasp.
"AH HA I new we forgot something George." Fred said, running towards there bedroom and coming back with two matching necklaces.
One said Forge and the other said Gred. They placed those on.
Percy huffed, "I new I spoke to soon."
Ginny sniffled, "You see those two are way more of children then I am."
"I don't know, maybe we should allow the little runt to come." Bill suggested.
Charlie sighed, "I'm not sure. This is The Malfoy's manor. How do we know its not a trap?"
"And also, it may be an adult party." Fred stated.
George hit Fred over the head, "Then why are you going?" Ron chuckled at that, while Fred glared at his twin, rubbing the back of his head.
"Exactly." Ginny whined.
"No!" Ron said.
"I'll suck your cocks. That is if you allow me to come with you." Ginny said, smiling.
That comment made her brothers blush and look at her in wonder. Was there innocent,sweet baby sister not as innocent as sweet as they thought she was?
Ron asked, "When you say come, do you mean come to the party with us...or as in cum..." He then blushed, at asking his baby sister that,
and slapped his own forhead. He went to the floo,grabbed some floo powder, got into the fireplace and addded. "Eh sorry. I have to go before I burst." He blushed, thru down the powder in his hand and shouted, "THE FINNIGANS!" He then was gone.
All of the brothers were either chuckling, snorting, or grinning like mad at what Ron said.
"Lil Ronnikens is sure one horn dog." George said, smirking and following his brother foot steps and went to the floo area. He grabbed some powder. He then gazed at Fred. "Yo George lets go."
Fred looked at Ginny and grinned. "You can suck..." He started, but stopped at Bills glare. He then gulped and went after George and the twins both left.
Charlie whispered in Percy's ear. "Eh sorry about Ron. He's a little slow." Percy had shrugged at that, feeling uncomfortable right now.
"Sorry sis. I'll see you later." Percy said, flooing to The Grangers house.
Charlie looked at Ginny and frowned, "Eh sorry lil one, but you can't come. Maybe next year." He rubbed her cheeks, willing her tears to go away. He placed his lips on her forhead, kissing it. He then looked at Bill and added, "Yo I'm going to go get Ollie and Ced. How about you pick up something for the Brat Prince for his birthday. I'm not good with gifts." He chuckled. Even though that was a lie.
The little ones always loved Charlie's gifts the most and he new that. He then went to the broom closet, grabbing his broom,
waving at Bill and looked Ginny in the eyes and smirked at her. He then flew out of the window, away.
Ginny sniffled a little after seeing most of her brothers go away. She looked at Bill as he walked towards her and knelt down on his knees.
"Hey little one, you can't be saying that to men ya here? Most of us are dogs. You never know whom you can trust or not, runt. There are evil men out there that will take your cherry and hurt it, not caring if it gives you pain. All they care about is there dick." Bill said,
hugging his younger sister, kissing her forhead. He held her close, sniffing her hair. He had always thought she was attractive, and hearing his baby sister talk like that was not good. "You stay here alright lil Runt? You be a good girl and go to sleep. Only good things happen to good little girls." He then pecked her cheek, patting her behind and went towards the floo and floo'd to Diagon Alley to buy Malfoy something.
Ron stumbled in Seamus's living room, almost faling over, before someone caught his arm. He looked up at Seamus's face. He saw that his friend was eyeing him like he was dinner, which made him groan.
"Damn mate, your looking smoking hot." Seamus said, licking his lips."Eh thankyou. My bro's forced me to wear this...the little gits would not even let me oragasm. Said I was the perfect presant for Malfoy." He said, gazing at his hardon prick. "I want to cum so badly Shay. It hurts badly." He whined.
Seamus chuckled, "Well then lets go shall we? The sooner we leave, the sooner you get to cum." He saw Ron's broom and grabbed his own.
They walked near the window and flew outside. "Nice nite out tonight eh?" He called, behind him.
"Ya." Ron said, grinding into the broom some, to try to relieve some of the pressure. He moaned. "Eh ya we better get there soon,
or we are pulling over and your going to go down on me."
Seamus snorted and they flew faster, enjoying the breeze.
"I got to go buy Malfoy a presant." Ron shouted, at Seamus.
"Okay." Seamus shouted back at Ron.
Percy landed inside of Hermione Grangers house. He eyed the muggle house and smiled. His father would love it. Arthur Weasley was a huge muggle nut.
"Ello Percy." Hermione said, smiling at her best friends older brother. She then frowned, "He's with him isn't he?" She had started to get used to Ron giving her the cold shoulder. She understood it in a way. She after all was still friends with Harry.
Percy saw her and smiled. She was wearing a muggle, cathlic school girl uniform. That would tick of Malfoy. He then frowned at her question.
"Eh ya he is. Sorry. Hopefully i'm okay."
"I should be saying that, not you." She said, looking at him and then startd to walk towards the floo. "Lets go shall we?"
Percy frowned at what she said, and looked at her face. He then saw her walking towards the floo and shrugged. He must've been seeing things. "Eh ya, I'll go first." He picked up some floo powder and dropped it, Yelling, "Malfoy Manor." He then was gone.
Hermione sighed after Percy left. 'He would never get it, will he?' She thought to herself. She then floo'd after him.
Fred and George had landed in Lee and Dean's house, one after the other. Which of course led Fred falling on top of George. George then kicked his twin off him and stood up. They heard a snort and looked at there best friends grinning face.
"Oy Fred, you look. Wow." Lee said, giggeling.
Dean smirked, "Wow is right. Dressing up as Malfoy? Where Malfoy can see you dresed like that. Wow that is brave."
Fred bowed, grinning pleased with his compliments. "Thankyou, thankyou my mates."
George huffed, "HEY what about me?" he then pouted.
Fred walked up to George and kissed his brother, giving him some tongue. He then pulled away smiliing, licking his lips, since he tasted like chocolate now. "Gred you look steamy tonight. I can't wait to bugger you later on."
George snorted, "Who said your going to bugger me tonight? Your the one dressed like a girl."
Fred gasped, placing his hands over his chest, "That hurt Georgie."
George rolled his eyes and smirked at his friends. "I say we get our host a gift, shall we mate?" He winked and they all went off to search for the perfect gift for Draco.
Ginny laid down in her bed, frowning. She had wanted to go to that party so badly. She loved spending time with her older brothers, and she also liked to hang out with Mione and Pansy was an interesting chick. She wrapped her blanket around herself, sulking, willing herself to not cry anymore. She was startled when she heard her bedroom door creak open. She didn't know who it was. Her parents were asleep and her brothers had just left not to long ago. She snuggled under her blankets more, like they'd protect her from anyone harming her. She then whimpered some when she felt someone crawel onto her bed and touch her leg, causing her to gasp in fright.
Apparantly, thats the end.

And here's a new favorite that I just recently read
Severus swilled the last of his scotch, savouring the burn like that of liquid fire, warming his chest from the inside out. Severus lolled his head back and felt the heat in his face start to pool at the back of his brain and he smirked as a delicious semi-drunk feeling stole over him. Truly, the effects of alcohol were a magic that seemed criminal not to teach here. Maybe he should bring it up at the next staff meeting…

There was a knocking at the door, and Severus snapped his head upright.

He was here.

“Enter.” Severus rumbled as he moved towards the dungeon door.

There was the scraping noise of metal on metal as the iron door swung open, revealing a blonde man in a light brown winter jacket. He looked to be mid-to-late twenties, very good looking and Severus felt an involuntary carnal jolt at the mere sight of him.

“Drink?” Severus offered, already reaching for a tumbler.

“Please. It’s cold out.” The man replied, in a voice as soft as a whisper. “Been waiting long?”

“Not at all.” Snape replied smoothly, handing the young man his glass.

The two men carried on like this for a few minutes as each sipped at their scotch, making small talk about their lives and the weather, nobody saying a word about why they were there. Just talking. Two men. The Professor and the Prostitute.

“Well now.” Severus said immediately after the blonde man had finished the last of his drink. “If you’ll follow me.” Severus voice lowered to a definite hungry growl. The blonde nodded and set his glass on the counter, following Severus through to his private chambers.

Like his classroom, Snape’s chamber walls were adorned with chains.

But unlike the classroom, these chains were accompanied by an assortment of similar objects; whips, paddles, leather cuffs and canes, even a dagger or two hung from the wall, although Severus deeply regretted the innocence of their blades.

Few men would permit knife-play, Severus had quickly found this out once he had started this… habit of paying for his needs. For most, the threat of a dagger was too great, the safety word spoken all too soon, and Severus had reluctantly placed it back on the wall, scowling every time.

This man, however, was eyeing them curiously as he entered the chambers, and Severus felt another carnal jolt in the region of his groin. Tonight felt promising.

“I have two rules.” Snape said matter-of-factly as he strolled about the wall, selecting a few choice items to be used in tonight’s episode. “First, the safety word is ‘London’.” Severus hesitated, then firmly clasped the smallest dagger by the handle. The blonde man did not protest, and so Severus drew it down from the wall, sighing contentedly.

“Second rule.” Severus hissed, lining the tools in a neat little row along a cold iron table. Along with the dagger, he had chosen a black leather paddle, a medium sized whip, an enchanted pair of handcuffs that were writhing over the table all on their own, and a small, thin riding crop. “My second rule" Severus repeated. "From the very moment the lights go out… reality ceases. And we step into our roles.” Severus shivered with anticipation, but he had to be sure the blonde man understood. He was paying good money for tonight. Everything had to be perfect. “Are we clear?” Severus hissed.

“S&M Roleplay starts as soon as the lights go out and the safety word is ‘London’.” The blonde recited in his soft voice. “Got it. So… shall we begin?”

Severus nodded and a moment later the dungeon was shrouded in darkness.

In the darkness stood no longer Severus Snape and the blonde man. In their place stood a Master and his Slave.

“Strip.” The Master hissed, and his slave obeyed with almost indecent haste.

Although lacking a certain quality that seemed to be the stuff worthy of today's magazines, the slaves body was exquisite, and was of such delicate beauty, it was a pity it couldn’t be properly seen in the darkness of the dungeon. What little could be made out, by the slivers of blue light dancing through the blackness, showed lean muscles and smooth skin. The Master’s cock leapt at the teasing peeks of such a lovely, lithe frame.

“Nice… very nice…” the Master hissed and the slave sighed at the approval. “They don’t often come as nice as you…” the Master stepped forward and ran his fingers along his slave’s scalp. Without warning, he snatched a handful of hair and pulled sharply.

“I’m going to mark you tonight.” The Master breathed against the slave’s ear. “I’m going to make your pretty skin bruise and bleed for me. But before I do…” The Master licked around that perfect ear in conclusion, groaning at the soft little noises issuing from his slaves throat. “So clean…” The Master murmured, moving his lips down to suckle at that neck, that perfect neck. The slave bit his lip and moved his hand around to entwine his fingers in his Master’s hair…

“WHAT WAS THAT?!” roared the Master, releasing his pet so suddenly that he gasped in shock. “WHAT. WAS. THAT?! Who said you had permission to touch? Did I ask for your hands on me? I DON’T THINK SO!”

Furious, the Master strode mercilessly away from his slave, who immediately started gasping out a spluttered apology. The Master ignored the pitiful noises and seized one of the items from the iron table. The paddle. The slave gasped and the Master nodded.

“Oh, yes. You will pay dearly for that!” The Master snarled.

“I’m sorry, sir, I’m sorry, forgive me…” the slave gasped, eyeing the paddle in terror.

“Apologies work better on your knees.” The Master drawled, and his slave fell to his knees in an instant.

There was a small crack as the slave’s kneecaps hit the stone floor of the dungeon, but the Master payed it no notice. Bruised knees would be the least of his problems in the morning.

“I shall…” the Master began slowly, which ironically sped up the breathing of his slave “Delay your punishment, if you would demonstrate your regret and wishes to make up for your behaving so very out of turn.” The slave looked up, hope glistening in his eyes.

“Yes, Master.” He breathed. “Anything you want, Master.”

The Master smiled. “Very good.” He crooned, and his slave sighed softly. It was worth the punishment for the praise.

“Come here.” The Master snapped thinking the slave might have the audacity to rise, but surprisingly, he seemed to know better. The slave shuffled forwards on his knees, paying no heed to the grazing he knew would be there tomorrow.

When the slave was mere inches in front of him, the Master unfastened the buckle of his belt. Normally, he would ask his slave to do this, but this one had to be taught a lesson. Physical contact was a privilege, not to be taken lightly.

“Hands behind your back.” The Master hissed, drawing down his own zip. His slave obeyed and then gasped as something bound his wrists together. The enchanted handcuffs. The slave whimpered and pulled against the cuffs, not in an effort to escape, but as a carnal, sensual action.

“Are you quite done?” the Master drawled, withdrawing his cock. The slave opened his mouth with a gasping noise, and for a moment the Master though his slave might have the gall to suck him without permission. But to the Masters pleasant surprise, his slave did no such thing, and simply licked and sucked at his own lips, the saliva glinting deliciously in the sliver of light cast upon his face. The slave squirmed and looked up at his Master, begging for the instruction. Slowly, the Master nodded.

“Good, very good, well done.” The Master sighed as his slave took the head of his cock into his mouth. Praise was as important as punishment, the Master knew, and he allowed himself to carress the head of his slave as he dutifully licked and sucked at his Masters cock. The slave made a grateful noise at the touch and redoubled his efforts, fiercely determined to please his Master. The Master allowed this for a few minutes before deciding to move the evening along.

“Mmm… that’s enough for now, pet.” The Master said softly, detaching his slave from his cock. The slave whimpered but allowed himself to be pulled away from the warm solid heat of his Master. A line of precome trickled down the length of the shaft and it took all of the slaves self control not to lick it away. The Master nodded approvingly and flicked his wand. The cuffs binding the slaves arms behind his back broke apart, rejoining themselves in front of the slave’s belly.

“I am grateful.” The Master informed his slave, who shivered once more at the praise. “But I do not forget.” The Master waved the paddle in front of his slave, whose eyes once more darkened in fear.

“Master… please…” the slave begged, but the handcuffs were already dragging him up.

The Master nodded and summoned a chair from the living room. “You were good.” He mused, taking a seat. “You may serve your punishment over my lap.”

The slave stopped his feeble begging and went silent. His lap? That small comfort shone through the punishment like a beacon, and though he was aided by the soft tugging of the handcuffs, the slave needed no encouragement as he draped himself over the surprisingly strong legs of his Master.

“Good, good…” the Master muttered absently, pulling his slave about on his lap so both were comfortable. His Master’s cock was pushing resolutely into the slave’s stomach, and the slave could feel the head smearing precome all over his abdomen.

“Well now.” The Master’s amused voice came from somewhere overhead. “It would seem, my pet, that you are not so opposed to your punishment as you would have me believe.” The Master crept a hand between his pets legs, running a hand over the balls and coming to rest on the tell-tale erection jutting out just above and between them.

“This is very naughty, pet.” The Master whispered, running a palm over the hard flesh. “Very naughty. I don’t recall giving you permission to get hard.” The slave started shaking violently. “Tsk tsk, and you were doing so well…”

“I’m sorry!” gasped his slave, and the Master started when he realised his pet was crying, that he was shaking with anguish as much as pleasure. The Master quickly withdrew his hand and used it to stroke his slave’s back reassuringly.

“Shh, I understand. You have done well, very well. You may use the safe word at any time, remember?” the slave shook his head almost angrilly.

“Very well.” The Master took the paddle again in his hand and drew it back, ready to strike.

“You are excused for your arousal. Such things are difficult to control. However, I must insist that you control yourself from coming during the course of your punishment. It would confuse the message I am trying to send.”

“Yes, Master.” The slave whispered as the last of his tears dried up. He gasped as the paddle connected sharply with his backside.

“Remember to count. I shouldn’t have to tell you that.” The Master admonished, swinging the paddle back for the second blow.

“One!” the slave managed to cry out right before the paddle struck him again. “T-t-two!” the slave gasped, choking on the breath he was about to take. It carried on like this for another eight strikes, before the Master set down the paddle.

“Ten… ten…” the slave whispered. For a moment, the Master thought his slave might cry again, but the only emotion etched on his pets face was a look of utter triumph. The Master smiled. Such a good boy.

“Well done.” He crooned. “But our night is not over yet.” The slave gave a deranged smile, looking utterly mad and the Master couldn’t help but chuckle. He pulled his pet upright, the contact being the reward his slave more than deserved, and helped him along to a stretch of wall, bare but for the leather cuffs that dangled there.

Not needing instruction, the slave raised his arms and slipped them into the cuffs an arms length on either side of his body. As his Master took the whip and the riding crop in his hands, the slave hung his head.

The Master glanced up and couldn’t help but smile- with his pet’s head bowed and his arms spread like that, the image seemed almost perversely religious.

“I am going to beat you.” The Master informed his slave. His slave looked up, fresh sweat beading his forehead and fresh precome dripping onto the stone floor at his toes. It was because of those drops that the Master went further.

“You will admit you have misbehaved and apologise with each strike.” The Master continued. “And you will come only after I have.”

A pause. A deep, shuddering breath. And then a nod.

CRACK! The slave gasped as the riding crop struck him across the cheek. A thin welt was rising and the slave temporarily forgot his instructions. “I-I-I have misbehaved…”

CRACK! The crop struck him across the chest. “I’ve done wrong!” The slave shouted, beautiful tears sparkling in his eyes.

His Master took his own cock in hand, stroking firmly. He was adamant that he should come first, but if his slaves unaided-yet-dripping erection was anything to go by, that wouldn’t happen unless he came soon.

“Yes, good. Tell me how awful you’ve been…” The Master breathed delightedly, throwing aside the crop in preference to the longer, more elegant whip. One hand still pumping his cock, he struck his slave across the chest again, delighting in the breathtaking shriek that issued.

“I’ve been awful! So awful!” sobbed the slave, tears and more precome falling to the floor. His vision was swimming and he didn’t see his Master raise his wand and levitate the dagger from the table on which it lay.

CRACK! CRACK! Two strikes in a row followed and the slave was frantic, tugging at his cuffs, shrieking his remorse at every blow, and yet clearly coming closer and closer to release with every assault.

The Master hissed as he spilled himself over his fist. Warm jizz trickled between his fingers, but he would clean that up later.

His right hand now unoccupied, he reached again for his wand and magically lowered the dagger to his slaves throat, who stopped screaming at once and gasped at the feel of cool metal against his flesh.

The Master bought his wand down, slowly, and the blade followed, cutting into the slaves chest, barely lightly enough to draw blood. Three small trickles of blood fell from the wound, coming to rest in the dark patch of pubic hair, to mingle with the sweat and precome already residing there.

The Master groaned at the sight of his slave before him- a perfect picture of agony and arousal, a debauched mess of blood, sweat and tears. His slave was crying again, tugging at his cuffs and clearly frantic for his final reward. With some reluctance, his Master delivered him one last strike, a perfect blow all the way up the line of his body.

“Oh God, oh GOD!” the slave shrieked as his body started to spasm. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! Oh God!” His eyes flew open in terror as he screamed. “London! London!”

The lights came on and the Master and Slave disappeared. In their place stood a blonde man holding a riding crop and a wand, and Severus Snape, chained to a wall, blood dripping down his naked legs.

“Finite’ Incantartem” the blonde man hurriedly cast the spell at the wall, and winced when Severus Snape’s form crumbled to the ground. He was shaking and twitching and he looked as though he might vomit. He had come over his own chest and his teeth were chattering.

“Are you all right?” The blonde man dropped his client’s bloodstained whip and hurried over to assist the other man in getting to his feet.

Snape nodded, but clutched to the blonde as he was aided into the same chair where he had served his first punishment of the evening. Severus shuddered and took the bottle of water his ex-Master offered.

“Gave me quite a scare.” The blonde smirked weakly as he did up the front of his trousers and collected the scattered items- the whip, crop, paddle, dagger and cuffs were still lying where each had fallen and the blonde charmed them back onto the wall with causal ease. “Not the first time I’ve had a bloke collapse on me, mind you. Didn’t expect it from you, though.”

Severus shook his head apologetically. “They don’t usually use the dagger.” He explained weakly, running a thumb over the slit in his chest.

“Thought that might have been it.” The blonde mused, putting his jacket back on. “Listen, I don’t like to leave you like this, but I’ve got to get going… are you alright? Do you need anything?”

Severus shook his head. “You’ve already given me what I need. Thank you.” He whispered, more tears falling. The blonde regarded him curiously.

“Snape?” Severus looked up, frowning. Names weren’t a part of the deal.

“Look… don’t get me wrong, I’m not about to tell anyone about… about my service.” The blonde assured him before continuing. “It’s just… why do you of all people need this?”

Severus didn’t answer, and the blonde was wise enough to not persist. He showed himself out, leaving Severus to answer his whore’s question in his own mind.

Why did he need this? Why, indeed? Which, out of many reasons, was the one that kept calling the whores and the chains and the carnal anguish to him, over and over again?

He needed this because he needed to let himself apologise. To be beaten and broken until he could no longer deny the regret and shame that haunted him every fucking day. He needed this because he felt incomplete without it. After years of abuse at the hands of his father, the Dark Lord and so many others, life felt empty without it.

He needed to know he was being punished for all that he had done, and if this was the only way to reap salvation…

…so be it.

What Do You Have To Say? - Your Personal Chef

Wed, 16 Jan 2008 22:42:58 GMT

If you could cook for one person, who would it be and what would you serve?

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Alan Rickman. I would probably make some huge fancy meal that would take me forever to figure out how to cook.

What Do You Have To Say? - I Spy...

Wed, 16 Jan 2008 22:39:06 GMT

Look around. Describe the first photograph you see. What does it mean to you?

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The first thing I see is a poster of My Chemical Romance. I got it from a magazine sometime last year while I was in China. I think it was one of my first posters before I got a bunch to cover my walls.

What Do You Have To Say? - The Soundtrack of My Life

Wed, 16 Jan 2008 22:37:24 GMT

What songs would you include on the "soundtrack of your life?"

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Sexy Naughty Bitchy me- Tata Young
I love you- Tila Tequila
Maneater- Nelly Furtado
Piece of Me-Britney Spears
Without me- Eminem
Boygrinder-Jack Off Jill
When I am Queen-Jack Off Jill
We want cunt- Jeffree Star
White and Nerdy-Wierd Al
Poison- Alice Cooper
Another brick in the wall- Queen

For lack of a better title, Things I'm Addicted to

Sat, 12 Jan 2008 04:19:48 GMT

List of things I'm addicted to

1. Now, this of course has to be the lovely Alan Rickman! It seems I can't go a few hours without watching a film of his(or a clip from a film), seeing a picture, or hearing his voice.

2. Myspace. I am a myspace whore. Yes, I admit to it. Whether it be my regular myspace, a Harry Potter/Sweeney Todd roleplay myspace, or my Alan Rickman fanpage myspace, I have to be on one atleast once a day.

3. Coffee. Even though my damn ex-boyfriend was obsessed with coffee. He's not good enough for coffee!

4. My almost-ipod-thingy. I'm constantly listening to music, or clips of Alan Rickmans smexy voice!

5. My bff Brianna. The only loyal friend I have. The only girl that's been able to put up with me for 4 years. I would die if I couldn't see her!

New years resolutions

Sat, 12 Jan 2008 03:31:55 GMT

I've decided that as a new years resolution, I will post at least one journal entry a day. I will either tell about my day, pick a random topic, or just babble on about nothing in particular. Today I think I will tell about my day. Okay then....this morning I woke up, got dressed, all the normal stuff. Anyways, I got caught up in whatever I was doing online (Probably talking on my Harry Potter/Sweeney Todd roleplay account) and was almost late to school. Barely got there before the bell. Then, on to first period art. That's really the only class I like. We had this paper with squiggley lines on it, and we had to find pictures in the squiggles and draw them. The teacher liked mine, especially this really cool looking victorian chair I drew. Then, second period science. It was...interesting. Me and this psycho rich girl were making fun of my ex boyfriend because his science project looked like crap. It looked like he just scribbled some stuff on the poster board before class started. The, she had to try and talk to the fish in the fish tank. 0_o Anyways after that I went to hell, also known as gym class. After rushing to get changed into my gym clothes then running to the gym to avoid being late, I had to do a million different stretches and warm ups and stuff. As if I wasn't already in enough pain after that, the teacher decided to have us run a lap. In the freezing cold. Just in our gym sweats and tshirt. No jacket. After that we played dodgeball. Just what I want to do. run around in circles like an idiot while people heave balls at my head. Sounds fun. Anyways, I had math after that. We got this dumb project thing. We have to survey a hundred people on a subject of our choice (mine is "who's your favorite Harry Potter charecter?") I spent all of lunch surveying people, and I still only have 60. After lunch, it was fifth period social studies. We had a debate and read an article about Cortez, which lead to my dumbass friend Devin getting kicked out of the class for the day. Just like always. lang/lit was pretty uneventful (we just had a spelling bee thing.) Even though it was odd to see that half the class doesn't know how to spell scissors. That was about all that happened.

Thu, 26 Jul 2007 19:28:25 GMT

Okay, I feel like going off on some long, stupid, off topic rant about absolutely nothing so here it is. I pierced my ears teh day before yesterday in my bathroom with a needle, mainly just cause i was bored. I do really stupid stuff when I get bored. Like, yesterday I got really bored so now i have an imaginary friend. His name is Lars and he's emo and bi and he has a boyfriend named Raquel who looks kinda like gerard way except he has pink highlights in his hair. I wish I had hot pink highlites, that would look awesome. I hate my hair it looks all plain and boring. but it look cool when I put part of it in pigtails and leave part of it hanging down. I actually did that today, and it looked awesome but it kinda made me look like a scene kid. which is cool, but i dont really act like it i act more emo. I hate it when people are all like"emos just music! people cant be emo!" its just like, STFU! it STARTED as a type of music then turned into a fashion statment, thus making people who dressed like that and listened to the music emo. and speaking of fashion statments, I love the song"its not a fashion statment, its a fucking deathwish". Seriously, MCR rocks. Me and Kieran are gonna go to an MCR concert sometime. I hope when we go camping together I'll remember to bring snacks, cause theres no way im eating poor inocent fish. and its times like these i think "shit...im gonna starve to death" but im not gonna stop being a vegetarian. I love animals so much. I miss my dog, but im gonna get to see her next week cause im going back to my grandmas. omg...i can rant alot about nothing. Jack Sparrow is awesome....I love the scene where he has that jar of dirt and hes like "i got a jar of dirt! I got a jar of dirt! and guess whats inside it!" but you know whats a really annoying song? cant touch this. and the milkshake song. and my humps. You know what? Im starting to annoy myself. You know what would be weird? if any one had the attention span to still be reading this. Scrubs is an awesome TV show. Im watching clips from it right now, and theyre freakin hilarious. no ones online....kieran was online but he had to go to teh store with his sister. So now Im all alone with noone to talk to....except Lars and Raquel. im such a freak sometimes...well, at least im better than my friend sapna. for about a month she thought she was married to a dollar bill. I want chocolate..im hungry. and bored...and i gotta go to bed soon. okay, then anyone whhos still reading, bye bye!

You Might Be Emo If....

Wed, 11 Jul 2007 05:39:22 GMT

I was watching Jeff Foxworthy(you might be a redneck if..) so heres You Might Be Emo If..

Your pants are too small for your little sister.

Your no longer allowed to listen to Hawthorne Heights in public, because you start crying uncontrolabley.

You think that its very romantic that you and your boyfriend have matching converse.

Your internet is down for a day and you start screaming "omg! all my myspace friends are gonna think I hate them!" and then start crying.

wow..its been awhile

Tue, 26 Jun 2007 02:50:08 GMT

Wow, I havn't been on livejournal in ,like, forever. It's been atleast a week or two. My weeks haven't been to horrible, although I did have a particularly bad night a few nights ago. My mom was being really obnoxious and I was just in a really bad mood, so I ended up carving Kierans initials into my wrist with a razor blade. I'm better today, though. I talked to him twice today and he just signed online again. hmmm...I'm gonna go eat noodles.