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The prompt and original drabble posts for this drabblethon were lost to my back-up snafu. These drabbles were written on the occasion of my 400th friending.

50. For blueeyedsnidget, whose prompt was "Harry/Draco/Pansy: chains, leash, ball-gag."

Ceremonial Play (NC-17; Harry/Draco/Pansy; 100 words)

Pansy wore the ball gag this time, and Harry held her leash while Draco secured her wrists and ankles to the altar with chains.

"That's perfect," Draco purred, turning to gaze at Harry, "wouldn't you agree, my lord?"

"I thought she'd never shut up."

"You want her quiet? That is a disappointment."

"Oh?" Harry asked, smirking, while Pansy writhed in protest.

"I wanted to give her something to scream about."

"Well, anything you like, then," Harry replied, jerking Pansy's leash. "Pain? Pleasure? A bit of both?"

"Branding, by your leave."

"It is past time for her to take my Mark . . . ."

51. For blueeyedsnidget, whose prompt was "Severus/Harry: cauldron, night, fumes." In a break with tradition, I am warning those of faint heart not to read this drabble!

Madness Followed (NC-17; Severus/Harry; 150 words)

Severus took Harry out into the night and toward the fumes, which, as expected, intoxicated the boy long before he was stripped nude and floating in the giant cauldron.

Giggling, Harry asked, "What's this, then? What's it do?"

"Oh," Severus replied, listening to the soft footfalls that heralded the arrival of the others, "something you'll enjoy" at first, anyway.

"You may begin, my ssservant."

"As you wish," Severus said, pouring the final ingredient into the steaming brew and watching in feigned amusement as Harry began moaning.

"Oh, so many hands! They're touching . . . tickling . . . oh, oh, yes!"

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, I—oh! The scratching! Severus, what is—no! Oh, gods! Please, no!"

The cauldron's fumes took on a coppery scent as its waters churned red and became thicker, and, perhaps sooner than Lord Voldemort would have liked, Harry Potter gurgled his last.

And all his Potions master could do was laugh.

52. For blueeyedsnidget, whose prompt was "Hermione/Ginny/Luna: ties, ink, feathers."

The Surprise (NC-17; Hermione/Ginny/Luna/FC; 280 words)

Hermione wriggled, but the ties held her in place as Ginny and Luna dipped their feathers into the inkwell and then wrote out the lust spell they'd developed in secret over her quivering flesh.

"Stop it! That tickles!"

"Nope," Ginny replied. "You're the one who said things had got boring. Soon—"

"No one will bore you anymore," Luna purred.

"What do you mean, 'no one'? I didn't . . . tell you that . . . you could . . . ."

"It's working, Ginny. I told you. I've never seen Hermione so relaxed before."

"Oh . . . please, someone touch me!"

"Want to be fucked?" asked Ginny.

"Yes!"

"By anyone?"

"Luna!"

"No, not me."

"You're are for a treat, Miss Granger," a familiar, hungry voice said then.

"Who's that?"

The three other girls in the room laughed.

"Show yourself, Millicent," Luna said.

"What!"

"Oh, what's the matter, Granger?" Millicent asked. "You don't want my tongue in your cunt?"

Hermione shuddered. "Will you do it? Will you do it, now?"

"Can't wait anymore?" Ginny teased. "Can't wait for your 'boring' lovers to shag you?"

Frustrated tears rolled down Hermione's cheeks as she thrust her hips up off the bed. "I'm sorry! I was studying. You wouldn't leave me alone—I didn't mean I'd rather fuck anyone else because you were boring! I . . . I—"

"Lied," Millicent interrupted, nude now, as she crawled up Hermione's body and rubbed her breasts over the girl's mouth. "Now, that was very naughty, indeed, but I'll reward you, anyway—if you want my fist inside you, that is. Do you, Granger?"

"YES!" Hermione screamed, wondering when her girlfriends had found her diary, in which she had written she'd like Millicent to take her much as she was preparing to do.

53. For blueeyedsnidget, whose prompt was "Severus/Harry/Lucius: BDSM, captured, passion."

Too Well Trained to Offer a Suggestion (NC-17; Severus/Harry/Lucius; 100 words)

Harry wasn't a hero anymore, not since his capture, but his training had ensured that submission was his goal. He proudly wore the dildo inside him as it itched and buzzed and never spilt a drop of his masters' tea.

"Very good, pet," Lucius praised him.

Harry's heart swelled with passion for the man.

Severus, easily made jealous, glared in Harry's direction, ordered scones, and then waved a hand at Harry's arse.

The toy grew cold, hot, and then thicker, but still, Harry did not falter.

Severus sighed. "You're right. He is a good boy. How shall we reward him?"