Author's Notes: shota-con, disturbing content, language, non-con, violence

Last Army Standing

Chapter Four

By dented-sky and ledracodormiens


Hermione wiped away tears and she rubbed her sore crotch.

"You and Pansy?!" she yelled backing out of the common room and away from Padma. Padma held her arms out and made toward Hermione but Hermione quickly threw them away.

"How could you?!"

"But I-"

"SHUT UP!" Hermione put up a finger and Padma stopped in her tracks.

"Tonight, up until now, was the best night of my life. I thought I was in love and I knew it was stupid to think that for only a few minutes of passion but I...."

"Hermione I'm so -"  Padma's face was now streaming with tears.  "...I'm so sorry. I just... I didn't know."

"Didn't know what?! I told you in our fifth year that I was bi. How could you not have known?"

Padma began to grow angry; it was late and she was in a dilemma about who to go with.

"Well excuse me! Its not my fault you were too slow to do something about it!''

"Too slow?! We made out that same night!!"

"Ha," it was a sarcastic, cold, brittle laugh. "Still too late though. I met up with Pansy that night, oh lord believe me I would screw her any day. Before I'd screw you, at least. She was so good... I can still feel it between my legs," she walked to a frozen still Hermione and rubbed her inner thigh.

"Soooooo good." She licked Hermione's lips and smiled at her. Hermione was standing there and saw someone that was definitely not Padma.

"What the hell are you doing?" she whispered as tears ran down her face and ran away to the Gryffindor common room.

Padma shook herself and realizing what she had done, she gasped with her hand over her mouth and ran towards her own common room.

"See you later then?" an amused voice called out.

Padma looked back and Pansy was leaning against a wall with her arms crossed.

"Fuck off! We are so over!" And Padma ran her hardest as Pansy's arms dropped and so did her mouth.


Harry found a crying Hermione in the Common Room. He crawled onto her couch and held her to his chest. She cried and cried, and soon his shirt was wet with her tears.

Harry and Terry had been snogging for a while in the dungeon corridor, until Terry got anxious of the idea that Filch might catch them, so they had reluctantly decided to separate for the night.

What Harry was confused about was whether or not the two of them would be going out now, or if he should call Terry his boyfriend, or lover, or something. Now, with Hermione clutching to him, he wished he had asked Terry on a date; maybe to that cafe Cho had taken him to last year.

Harry quickly thought of himself as being selfish. His best friend was crying her eyes out on his chest and all he could think of was his own personal life.

"Hermione," Harry said, lifting up her head and looking into her wet eyes. He said as softly and as comforting as he could, "What happened?"

She sniffled and Harry wiped away some tears off her face.

"Its Padma... she... she started talking weird and she told me that - that she would rather fuck Pansy any day rather than love me."

Immediately fresh tears began to trickle down her red cheeks. Harry was fuming. He couldn't believe how this sort of thing could happen to a girl like Hermione.

"If she doesn't want to be with you then why do you cry over her?" he asked, trying to hide all his rage.

"Because I love her, Harry! ...I love her," and with that her head fell from Harry's hands and onto his chest.

Days came, weeks, even months and they all passed as quickly as they came. The Combat Club continued as regularly as two or three times a week. They were studying a Muggle defense method known as 'Kickboxing'. Dummies were bewitched to attack and they would have to use Kickboxing to fight them. The Winter Holidays were coming upon the school and white frost covered the still grounds.

"Why is she staying here?" Hermione asked Harry and Ron when she learned Padma had signed up to stay at Hogwarts. Ron had forgiven Harry about a month ago and all three were as close as ever. Hermione had avoided Padma ever since that night, but Padma still tried to make it up to Hermione, to try and get Hermione to forgive her. She had failed at both and Hermione was guessing she was going to try again during the winter holidays, which would begin in two days.

"I don't know, Hermione. Best to ignore it right? We're all going to be here for the holidays so don't worry about it," Harry said through mouthfuls of mashed potatoes.

Before they knew it, it was Monday and there were no classes; the holidays had begun. A week into them, there had been a lot of stuff going on. Harry and Terry agreed that they would meet in Terry's dormitory since not one of his roommates had stayed, they all knew by now about him and Harry.

Padma had tried to talk to Hermione once, she grabbed her arm in the hall after breakfast.

"Can we talk please?" she asked desperately. Hermione looked at Ron and Harry and she said "I'll be there in minute, go on."

Padma led Hermione into a small empty classroom.

"Look, I just want to clear up what I did that night."

Hermione laughed sarcastically.

"Oh, please. No, don't bother. I know what you 'meant', ok? You said it plain and simple. You'd rather have Pansy over me. Its not that hard to understand. Now if you don't mind I have to go and be with the people I love, and I'm not going to go stab them in their backs. Maybe you should go to your room and wash up before you spread your legs again on Pansy's sheets, ok?'


Harry thought that the most beautiful thing about his boyfriend is the creases in the skin between his buttocks and the back of his upper thigh.

Harry grinned into Terry's naked chest. I can call him my boyfriend now.

Harry kissed the dozing boy's nipple, feeling him shiver beneath him. "Wake up, Lover," he purred, "I'm hungry."

Terry lifted his head and smiled back. "Well, I know what you can eat."

Harry blushed, then bit his lip, before diving under the covers.

Harry and Terry spent most of the holidays walking around the lake, holding hands and staring into each others eyes. When they got bored of that, they'd practice Quidditch (Terry was a Chaser) then they'd take a shower together, before going back to Terry's room and shagging.

Until one day while they were sitting in the Ravenclaw Common Room in front of a warm fire, they decided they could no longer ignore the inevitable. They needed to go study.

"But it's Christmas!"

"Not for a few days."

"You are such a Ravenclaw."

Terry smiled. "That's pretty much what the Sorting Hat said."

Harry made a resigned noise that sounded much like 'Argh!' and buried his nose in Terry's hair. "You suck," he mumbled.

"And I swallow." Boot grinned and Harry stared.

"Let's go to your room," Harry said finally.

Boot crossed his arms. "To study."

Harry smirked. "Oh yeah, to study." His smirk widened and he traced Terry's collarbone with a finger. "How about I play the nasty teacher and you play the innocent school boy."

Terry gave Harry a stern look, all humour gone. "Come on, Harry; Hermione can't sulk forever and when she finally comes out of her depression she's going to kill you because you hadn't done anything."

Harry paused on his unbuttoning of Terry's shirt. "Alright," he sighed. "But we work in the library. I have to research something."

Terry looked interested. "What is it?"

Harry hesitated. "I can't..." he said softly, "I can't tell you right now."

But Terry did not push him. He was trusting like that.

Ten minutes later and they were walking to the library hand in hand.

Terry suddenly halted in his steps and Harry was surprised at their sudden stop.

"I need to tell you something about me because I don't want you to hear it from anyone else."

Harry panicked in his mind. He was scared that he might hear something he didn't want to hear about Terry. Terry was so perfect, so perfect for him. But he calmed himself down and realized that if he did love Terry then he should listen to him.

"Well what is it?"

Terry looked down at the ground and let go of Harry's hand.

"Its about Malfoy... Harry," Terry looked up with glistening eyes, his lashes were wet and Harry was thinking maybe he really didn't want to hear what Terry was going to tell him. "...We used to go out, and one night he pressured me to... you know... and I said that I wasn't ready, because I didn't think he was the One, and he got pissed. He told me that if I told anyone about it... he'd kill me and then he dumped me right after. Please tell me you're not mad at me?"

The look of desperation on Terry's face made Harry laugh.

"Of course not."  He kissed his forehead and whispered, "I still love you."

"I love you too, Harry," and they both walked into the library.


"I knew you'd come back... cute little pussies like yours always do."

Pansy was in her dormitory room standing in front of a full length mirror. She was wearing a grey long sleeve shirt and a black lace thong. Padma was laying on Pansy's bed, wearing just her royal blue panties and laying lifelessly on top of the bed. She was staring out of the window, looking dead and rarely blinking. Pansy didn't seem to notice. She just looked in the mirror at her perfect body and put her hair up in different styles. She checked herself out; nice shoulders, long, slender legs, curvy hips, and big plump breasts. To get a better look at herself she took of her shirt and admired her breasts and smiled at her reflection. She turned sideways and looked at her butt, perfect, she grabbed her own ass, hard, and turned around to Padma.

"Oh, what are you sulking about anyways? She's just a Mudblood.  Don't try and waste your time trying to make it up to her."

Pansy walked over to the bedside and put a hand over Parma's stomach and ran it down to her crotch and rubbed it.  Padma still stared out of the window. Pansy began kissing Padma's neck, chest, stomach, but still no reaction came from her.

"Is she really that important to you?!" Pansy stood up and put her hands on her hips. Padma merely blinked.  "You can't love her over me can you?! DO YOU LOVE HER OR ME?!"

Padma moved for the first time ever since her and Pansy had fun earlier. She moved her head towards Pansy and said as softly but clearly as she could, "Yes... I love her." And Padma stood up and grabbed her clothes and ran out of the dormitory, leaving Pansy alone.

She ran into the Common Room, past the Slytherins who were lounging around, through the hidden door in the wall, down a dark corridor and around a corner.  Tears spilled from her eyes, making the world look blurry.

She ran down one of the main corridors, stumbling slightly. But that was about as far as she got.

One of the classroom doors opened and Draco Malfoy walked out.  They collided and fell to the floor.

"What's the matter with you?" he shouted derisively. "Being Pansy's bitch not what it used to be?  Late for your next appointment?"

They both stood up and Padma glared.  She was confused, so she blurted the first thing that came to her head as she stared at Malfoy's slightly flushed face. "What are you doing here?  It's Christmas."

Malfoy did not falter.  "None of your business, Whore, but if you must know I'm on a special mission for Snape."

"It is Potions?" she asked nastily, finding the strength to compose herself.  "Or does Snape have special tasks for pretty little boys like you?"

Malfoy smirked.  "I may be pretty but I'm definitely not little," he shot back.  Padma rolled her eyes and Malfoy surprised her by asking her a question that was quite out-of-the-blue.  "Are you a Pureblood?"

Padma raised her eyebrows.  "Tenth generation.  Why?"

"Follow me," he commanded, before strolling off down the corridor.  She hesitated before following.

"What is this about?"

"You know that Pureblood families practice with their friends so they can be ready to pleasure their life-partner?" Malfoy drawled.  Padma nodded; she knew all about the 'practice makes perfect' tradition Pureblood families carry. "Well, it is good, but it can be bad in that you end up having to marry someone closer to Hell than virginity."

"And...?" Padma prompted impatiently.

"And Snape may have found a way to make someone Virginal yet Experienced at the same time."  He glanced at her and smirked.  "It could change tradition for the better."

Padma pulled a face and took on her snooty Ravenclaw tone.  "But that's not possible!"

"It isn't yet, but it will be."  They suddenly came to a stop outside a dark stone arch doorway.  Padma realized they were even deeper into the dungeons than the Common Room.  She gulped.

Malfoy was staring at her, smirking, and it made her very uneasy.  She shuffled on her feet and swallowed again.

His smirk widened. "You, Whore, are going to be our experiment."

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