The Curse of Loki Trickster

As he sat at the breakfast table, Ron was pondering the black stone he'd found in his pocket that morning. There were two others on his bedside table, and he didn't know where those had come from either. It was strange that he didn't remember picking them up, but he must have.

Ron frowned critically at his best mate. Harry didn't look like a poof, he thought to himself as he ate. He'd watched carefully that morning as Harry rose and dressed. He had seen that Harry had spent the night in Gryffindor Tower, a surprising change, when he himself wandered in after waking up in the dungeons. Maybe things weren't going well between him and the disgusting Slytherin. The pouty look on Harry's face was certainly evidence to that theory.

"I think Padma Patil is watching you, Harry," he said, trying to elicit his friend's heterosexuality.

Harry glanced in the direction Ron was pointing and looked back at his plate morosely. "I can't imagine why," he mumbled.

"Why don't you go talk to her?"

"What about?"

"About how pretty she is," Ron said patiently.

"She's alright, I guess," Harry said dismissively. "If you like that look."

"You blind twat! She's the prettiest girl in the school! Next to my sweet Hermione, of course," he said kissing his girlfriend's cheek. Hermione concentrating on the book she was reading, brushed him away absently. Ron didn't seem to notice.

"She's awfully dark-complected," Harry said doubtfully, "and her boobs are really big."

"You got something against dark skin, mate?" Dean Thomas rumbled in a dangerous voice.

"Uhm, I . . . uh, no," Harry stammered, red-faced. "I think you look really nice, Dean," he mumbled in a rush.

"I don't swing that way, Harry," Dean said ominously, flexing his bicep. "Touch my bum and I'll hex you."

"Ah those sweet...," Seamus Finnegan said dreamily. He couldn't even verbalize, so spaced out did he sound. He made vague gestures with his hands, indicating a curved chest. "Oh to bury my face between her firm melons."

Ron screamed and clutched at his head. Everyone stared at him for a moment, then resumed eating breakfast.

* * *

Draco ached inside to see Harry looking so upset. He'd been cheered somewhat by their picnic by the lake yesterday afternoon, but still insisted on spending the night in Gryffindor Tower. Draco sighed, then frowned. It almost looked like his 'friends' were threatening him. He thought back to the song the Sorting Hat had sung in his first year. "'Or perhaps in Slytherin, you'll make your real friends.'"

"Yes. I say, you chaps are a jolly fun bunch, aren't you?" came a voice Draco didn't recognize. He turned quickly to see Loki sitting at the table eating a slice of toast.

Pansy looked up and sneered, "Oh, it's you again."

"Theodore, haven't you trained her to keep her mouth shut yet?" Loki asked with a smirk.

Tim glared at the god, clearly wishing he could slap that smug look off the perfect face. "My name is Tim," he growled through clenched teeth, then he turned and began striking Pansy. When she opened her mouth to howl at him, he hit her with a Silencing Charm.

His fellow seventh-years clapped their hands. Tim grinned, bowed, then cast the same Charm on himself before grabbing Pansy by the front of her leather robes and pulling her under the table.

"You quite surprised me, Millie," Loki said pleasantly, plucking a slice of bacon from the plate nearest him. "I slept in yesterday and quite missed the show. Had to go and beg a favor from Kronos to see it all. I must say, it was very nicely done, and you should get extra points for early morning initiative. I can see I'll have to stay on my toes."

"You've been watching us kill Weasley?" Goyle asked, shoveling kippers into his mouth.

Loki looked at the big boy for a moment. "Of course," he replied. "I'm judging this delightful little rencontre, aren't I?"

"Shall we be going?" Blaise asked. "We do have an orgy to get to."

"I'm not finished eating yet," Crabbe said, his mouth still half-full.

"Shut up, fathead," Draco snapped.

"My head's not fat!"

"Loki, would you care to join us?" Tracey said sweetly. "Some of us have ever so wanted to shag with a god. You can witness the next choosing as well."

"An orgy, you say?" Loki sounded intrigued. "But my dear, if you've always wanted a god in your bed, I'm afraid I will insist on servicing you all individually."

"That would take too long," Millie protested. "There wouldn't be any time to kill Weasley."

"That is a problem," Loki admitted. "But I have a solution. Shall we go?"

They waited long enough for Tim and Pansy to pull their robes on and crawl out from under the table before they set off down to the dungeons.

"Now then, business first," Draco said, producing the green velvet bag. He offered it around, and when all the stones were taken, they revealed their hands.

Tracey made a squeeing sound as the blood red stone turned up in her tiny little hand. Tim and Pansy both looked very upset, but with the Silencing Charms in effect, couldn't say anything.

"Excellent," Loki said. "I'm glad that's all decided. Now about this orgy. How about instead of each of you bringing me to your bed, I join each couple?"

"What about me?" Draco protested, hurt at being excluded.

Loki smirked at him, an eerie mirror of Draco's own trademark expression. "Sorry, I'm only shagging with couples today."

Draco ground his teeth together and resolved that he would have Harry that night, willing or no.

"Now then Draco, Self-Proclaimed Sex God of Slytherin, watch and learn as I show you how a real god is in bed." He turned and waved his hand, removing the Silencing Charms from Tim and Pansy. "I think I'll do you two first. I want you both to be screaming my name in ecstasy."

* * *

Ron yelped as he felt a stabbing pain in his right foot. He crouched down and pulled off his trainer. Had he picked up a splinter or something in his socks and it was just now pricking him?

A visual inspection of his footwear and sock revealed nothing. He put it back on and continued on his way.

"Ow!" he yelped again. It was the same foot, but a different spot. How odd.

He shook his hand as he felt a stinging pain there as well. What the hell was going on?

Now the pain was in his left foot. With a startled cry, he fell down. Pain was stabbing into his feet and shooting up both his legs. He clenched his teeth, trying not to cry. God it hurt!

He pulled himself to the side of the corridor and attempted to pull himself up onto a bench. Fire in his hands and arms made him let go, and he collapsed back to the floor, knocking his head on the edge of the bench.

He slumped there, very confused and very scared. He had no idea what was happening to him. A new pain jabbed him in the side, and it threw him to the floor as though someone had kicked him. He tried to sit back up, but got a sharp pain in his stomach when he moved.

He could only lie there, helpless. A tear rolled out of the corner of his eye. This was horrible, all the more so because he didn't understand what was happening. He only knew that he was in a lot of pain.

Tracey Davis' beautiful face appeared above him. "Hello, Weasley," she said pleasantly. "Not feeling so well?"

"What have you done to me? Is this some sort of evil Slytherin plot?" he demanded, reaching for his wand. His hand exploded with agony, and he stopped moving.

She simply smiled and waved an odd-looking doll at him. That made no sense to him at all, until he saw the pins sticking out of it.

"This is a voodoo doll," she told him. "It's the most well-known aspect of the voodoo religion. anything I do to this doll, you feel the results of. Isn't that brilliant?" Her voice was perky. He didn't know if he could stand that.

Powerful hands grabbed his robes, and he was being dragged into a classroom. Tracey appeared in his vision again.

"Now I'm sure you've noticed that you can't move without it causing intense pain," she said conversationally. "But by all means, try to move. It'll make things more... interesting."

What that meant he had no idea. Then she leaned down and kissed him, hard. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. He kissed her back, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, and gasped, for even that was painful.

"Ooh, so eager," she whispered in his ear. "So eager to bear the pain. That's good. You see, I like to mix pain with pleasure. Especially if it's your pain and my pleasure."

Standing back, she cast a spell which shredded his clothes. Lying there, naked, unable to move for fear of the agony it would cause, Ron felt very vulnerable indeed. Why was this happening to him? All he wanted was for the pain to stop. As it was, whenever he moved, white flashes blinded him. He prayed for it to be over soon.

* * *

Tracey stood over Weasley triumphantly. He was hers to do with as she pleased. She took the first of her thousand steel needles and pushed it cleanly through his right nipple.

Weasley screamed as bright red blood trickled from the wound. She wasn't a professional at this by any means, but that didn't bother her. All piercers needed to practice.

She pierced his other nipple, with much the same result. She poked her needles in a line running down his chest. She decorated his legs as well, his arms, and more of his chest. He was getting to resemble a pincushion.

"Don't forget the sternocledomastoid," Blaise said. His voice was dry and clinical. He was giving them all anatomy lessons.

"Got it," Tracey answered, and shoved a pair of needles into the neck muscle running from the collarbone to up behind the ear.

Blaise continued to call out muscles, and Tracey continued to practice her acupuncture. Finally she had only two needles left, and Weasley was covered by shiny metal. He had needles sticking in three lines on his legs, three lines on his arms, concentric circles on the soles of his feet, many intricate designs on his chest, and several piercings through his ears. He even had two in the bulbo spongiosis and three piercing his penis.

"Very impressive, sweet-ums," Millie said with admiration in her tone. "He's still breathing."

Tracey smiled broadly. "Well, we'll have to correct that." She took the last two needles and jabbed them into Weasley's eyes simultaneously. So wracked by pain, he didn't even flinch. His body twitched as the needles penetrated his brain, and then he lay still.

"Done," she said, wiping sweat off her brow with a delicate lace hanky.

"I'm so proud of you, baby." Millie kissed her girlfriend passionately.

"Thank you, Daddy," Tracey preened.

Draco pointed his wand and levitated the inert body. Together they brought it to the Great Hall, depositing it on the Hufflepuff table. Tim leaned the card they had made against the top of the head. "Dead Git courtesy of Slytherin House".

* * *

"Oh my God!" someone shrieked as the first group of student came into the Great Hall. "They killed Ron!"

Everybody looked over, but no one said anything in response. Obviously no one cared.

Watching events unfold during dinner had been highly amusing. None of the Hufflepuffs had dared to say anything about the dead git decorating their table. They had just ignored it and tried to eat as though nothing were out of the ordinary.

As the Hall cleared, Draco told Goyle to go drag the body down to the dungeon storage room.

"Sure thing, Boss," Goyle said as he drained his glass of milk. He went to carry out his orders.

Draco waited in the room with Weasley's corpse as he had done every night so far. The others were off having sex, he was sure of it. He tried not to think about it, nor about how much he wanted to hold Harry down and bugger him until they both screamed.

When Harry had told Draco that he had to sit up with Hermione because she was worried about Ron going missing, Draco had nearly howled with rage and jumped his boyfriend right then and there in the Great Hall. While that was something Tim and Pansy might do, he had more decorum than that.

Weasley awoke with a shriek, as he always did. He clutched at his eyes and wept, rolling on the cold stone floor like a hurt child.. "Oh come now, Weasley, it wasn't that bad. Only needles after all," Draco chided him. "It's only going to get worse."

"What- what happened?" Weasley asked, his voice trembling. "I'm in the dungeons again. Malfoy! Why are you here? Why am I here? What's going on?"

"Sorry, Weasley. As much as I would enjoy describing your fate in exquisite detail," and Draco dearly would have loved to, just to see the terror build in Weasley's eyes, "you wouldn't remember, so... I'll not bother," he drawled in his excessively bored tone of voice. He pointed his wand at the prone boy on the floor. "Obliviate!"

Weasley's eyes went blank. Draco pointed his wand again. "Obdormiscere!" Weasley's head bounced off the stones as he went into a deep sleep.

Draco tucked a fourth black stone into the sleeping Gryffindor's trouser pocket and turned away with a satisfied smirk. Four down, five to go. Hopefully he would get to go soon. He wandered back to the dorms, hoping it would be quiet enough for him to get some sleep.

End Chapter Four