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It was another shitty Potions class with the virgin Snape pointlessly bullying students. Neville was red, sweaty, and shaking because Snape had poofed away his robes and made the class laugh at his wrinkled, useless chode. Blond, prim, proper, foul-mouthed Draco Malfoy was having the time of his fucking life, making what wizards thought were air horn noises. Snape started to make a big show of tossing all the Gryffindors' potions in the garbage. While the class was distracted with Snape's boneheaded shenanigans, Draco lithely draped himself behind Ron Weasley and jabbed the taller boy's rugged back with a sharp ink nib. Ron gasped and twisted around, already ruddy in the ears. Draco's whisper carried just enough for Ron to be worried other people would hear them.

"Hey, Weasley. How do you feel about Granger asking Potter to the dance?"

"Hey, Malfoy," retorted Ron, "get bent."

Draco grinned handsomely at his favorite victim, enjoying how easily he won their many arguments. "Oh, clever! I didn't think you'd be in Potions today -- Don't you have to help your mom dig your family a new tunnel for winter?" An unwilling grunt from Ron. "Malfoy -- i-if you don't shut up, you're gonna get --"

"I'm gonna get what? You don't think you'll actually come out on top of me in a duel? How about midnight tonight? Alone. I'll even leave Crabbe and Goyle behind," Malfoy tossed his thin shiny hair contemptuously.

Ron mumbled something affirmative. He moved to turn back but couldn't, pinned by Draco's glare, as if even breaking eye contact first had been rendered too painful a submission.

The Slytherin smirked. He leaned in too close to Ron's burning face and whispered: "If you don't show, I'll tell Potter and Granger you asked me to help you split them up."

Ron's eyes widened.

"At tomorrow's breakfast. I'll send a Howler."

There was an ugly silence.

"Or... I'll see you tonight."

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It was a moonless night and the stars were not doing anything interesting. Ron hadn't shown up. Draco hadn't expected him to. On the off chance that he did come, Crabbe and Goyle were also in the room, hiding in a disused coat closet. It had been about fifteen minutes when Draco cackled lazily and said it was time to leave, whereupon Ron threw off Harry's invisibility cloak and donkey punched Draco unconscious. Crabbe and Goyle burst belatedly out of the closet and took in their prone, rocked boss. They looked at Draco, then at Ron, then at each other, then at Ron again. Ron twirled his wand like a gunslinger and blasted huge bolts of energy at each hulking lad, rattling their brains like a lifetime of punches from Muhammad Ali. Ron kicked Draco in the nuts to wake him up.

"Tsk tsk, Malfoy... you thought I was pretty dumb, huh?" Ron scratched his nose.

Malfoy eyed the length of magical materiel being held steadily at his brainpan. He gulped.

"The thing is... I do like Hermione. As a friend." Ron's voice shook, but he stayed firm. "I'm not jealous of her. I'm not. I just...  Harry's just so much better than me at everything. He's better at sports, he's better at school, he gets along with her better -- with everyone --"

Draco blinked in sincere confusion. Where's this psychotic fool going with this? "Sounds like you like Potter the best."

"I guess I do," Ron pondered, his eyes seeming to defocus. "I've jerked off to him more than a few times." Malfoy's stomach dropped. "Maybe I like boys. Maybe I like you, Malfoy."

Draco took a step back. "No -"

"Yeah, I think I do! I can't get Harry. I'll take you instead!"

"Stop -- Stop, Weasley! No. No! NO! RON!" Ron waved his wand viciously and cast a nonverbal spell binding Malfoy's arms and legs. The fragile blond flopped to the ground, helpless. He writhed, trying to crawl away, but Ron was on him in an instant and pulling up his robes. "In fact, let's get the boys in on this," cried the depraved redhead as he smacked Crabbe and Goyle awake with his sagging nutsack and cast the Imperius curse on them. "Go fuck that little shitmonkey until his ass is loose as a fishwife." And they did.

Draco screamed and moaned but it just didn't help. His two friends speechlessly ravaged his asshole as his innocent wails were eaten up by the thick walls. Ron had timed everything just right so that the corridor itself was twisting away and ascending an inaccessible empty spire, to remain until it descended again at dawn -- part of the castle's obscure transportation mechanics.

Ron sniffed deeply, inhaling the jizzy scent of Crabbe's fourth orgasm. Goyle chuckled stupidly and cranked his small red wiener, spewing still more skeet over Draco's thrashing head. Draco was calling his friends every filthy name in the book, his pureblooded mouth sullied with the vilest insults imaginable. The forgotten Weasley didn't care for that. He cast a jinx that silenced Malfoy and prevented him from biting whatever was put in his mouth. Then he slapped Crabbe on the shoulder to make the fat boy pull out quizzically, announced "Tag out!", and forced his hardening cock inside those pureblood lips.

Ron was about eight or nine inches and his uncircumcised British cock was as thick as a bog roll. He humped away as Malfoy moaned and clenched his throat, his heartfelt attempts to do violence to his aggressor's member converted by the rape spell into a maniacal head game which only increased Ron's pleasure. His first spurt nearly choked Malfoy into unconsciousness and after a moment's puke he resumed pounding. Meanwhile Goyle alternately fucked Crabbe's ass and sucked Draco's cock.

Ron smiled like a humorless wolf as he felt the thin boy crumple beneath him. "Looks like I'll be coming out on top of you after all," he quipped, yanking out his baseball bat of a dong with an obscene sucking noise and spraying cum all along Draco's back and neck, apparently just a warmup for the loads it was about to produce, to judge by its uninterrupted throbbing. Draco farted helplessly. He could not escape.

"Death Eater? More like a fucking Dick Eater, you dumb bitch!" Ron hooted, punching the pitiful Slytherin's tear-soaked face. The waif was still pinned down by Ron, who hadn't put his cock back in yet. He was enjoying how Draco was winded and suffering just recovering from his merciless facepumps.

"Beg your daddy to put his cock back in you!" Draco was horrified but instantly went along with it, knowing that failure to please Ron's whims could mean injuries he wouldn't recover from. He hardly paused to take in breath, leaving his panting voice haggard and weak. "Please, daddy. Please put your big cock in your little bitch's holes." Ron laughed, fully cognizant of the crippling effect he was having. "Okay, then, Malfoy. Only because you begged for it!"

 Draco screamed. He had not realized that Ron had been sparing him -- had been stopping short of the last two inches. His pelvis was just a tiny cheerio for Ron to fuck. As his very memories were pounded flat and scraped out by the shockwaves of Ron's reverberating dongus, the Malfoy lad's eyes rolled backwards in their sockets and his heart pounded to fuel his useless struggles. Why aren't I passing out? wondered a tiny wounded part of Malfoy, a part that shrank every time Weasley roughly bullied his rectum. Why am I fighting his fingers to keep breathing and feeling this? Why am I grabbing with my legs and loosening my cheeks? Why does this feel so good??

There it was! The thought that Draco couldn't have said out loud. He flinched, stunned, ashamed. It can't feel good! Weasley's pipe isn't just humiliating me, it's destroying me! I'm being injured!

Yes, said the part of him that was bucking back into Ron's thrusts, And you love it.

Draco's mind broke. He accepted it. He was remodelled. Pleasure filled him. The pain was a wonderful price. Even Goyle's rancid cock seemed to taste better. It's my fault, he thought. I should never have gone against him. I love Ron. I love making Ron happy. "I love you Weasley! Ron! RON, I LOVE YOU! I'M YOUUUUUUUUURS!!" Cum bubbled up the shaft of his dick.

Ron smirked and flicked his wand, removing all traces of the Imperius curse. "Still feel that way?"

Draco screamed in agony and humiliation, abruptly and excrutiatingly aware of what he had just said. What he had embraced. He was gay now. He would remember this moment forever. The logic that had seemed sacred just seconds ago now seemed insane and revolting. He was being raped by Ron Weasley of all people for god's sake! And Goyle had chosen this moment to start pissing in Draco's face and eyes!

"Bloody fucking Weasley! Bloody fucking... fuck you!" he sputtered and sobbed inarticulately. The red devil's eyes glittered like cold stars. "Yes," he agreed, "bloody fucking Weasley." And he pushed all the way in to the hairy hilt. "Engorgio!"

Draco gasped. The pressure was building fast, too fast. All the rage and pain suddenly seemed very small and far away. He knew what Weasley was doing and he was afraid. "Don't kill me," he begged, but when he twisted around to see his master's eyes, for the first time truly and honestly submitting his soul to Ron's power, the doomed boy could tell there would be no miracles -- for the eyes of the monster that looked back were pinched and crinkled by a smile that filled his blithe and simple face. Somewhere they were both cumming.

Filch found a body later that week, moldy, small and pale in a pool of blood. It seemed that something had inflated inside it, popped it from the inside out before spewing a bathtub's worth of jizz. Filch snuck it back to his office, unscrewing the cap on a bottle of Mike's Hard and chugging before letting fly a mighty belch. "Today's gonna be a queer fuckin' homo day." He grinned down at his cat. "Ain't that right, Mrs. Norris?"

She mewed.