Sir Harry J Potter GCOM

### POTIONS MESS-UP ###

After lunch they all went to their potions lab and Draco started on the healing potion. Harry and Michael made a mess of theirs and Harry managed to get his hands covered in the resultant slimy muck. He made a fuss and Blaise, who had been conveniently sited next door, reacted with a quick cleaning charm, just as Draco and Harry had planned. There was no need for them to ask to be taught and possibly give the game away, because one or two other couples had seen the efficacy of what happened; the most vociferous being Ronald and Hermione. Draco looked at Harry and they had great difficulty in suppressing their sniggers.

When it was his turn to take the eighth-years, Blaise faltered at the beginning. So Harry asked a few leading questions, after which Blaise got into his stride; showing them ‘Scourgify’, ‘Purgare’ and ‘Lavaro’ charms. He explained their uses and allowed them to practice. It had been the ‘Lavaro’ charm that he had used on Harry’s hands and which everyone practiced the hardest. As before, Draco and Harry had great difficulty in containing their mirth.

### TRANSFORMATION ###

The second formal dinner was even grander than the first. The table was the same and the service top-notch; what made the difference was everybody wearing dress robes and using their politest manners; prompted by the presence of the Headmistress and Professor Babbling in their best gowns. Afterwards the company divided into two classes, with the majority of the eighth-years taking Minerva’s course. They had fun trying out the various self-transformation charms, most of which didn’t work first time. In some cases not even sixth time, either.

Much to the golden three’s [plus Draco’s] glee Hermione developed face whiskers and a tail, Ronald started to bark, Harry developed deer’s feet and Draco grew short fair hair all over his body. They were put right by Minerva restoring them and they promised to practice their transformations before the next lesson. Minerva took them through the expected NEWT’s syllabus, and said that some of them were showing animagus propensities, which included our giggling four plus Blaise and Justin. The last two had sprouted feathers when they tried their transformations; Justin’s being the more colourful.

The six were asked to stay behind after the Lesson. “Your animagus forms are likely to take the same form as you Patronus forms,” Minerva informed them.

“Oh dear!” Draco looked crestfallen.

“Can I guess?” said Ronald, grinning: “Mine’s a little yappy dog and if yours is a ferret we’re much the same size.”

“It is!” Draco was relieved that Ronald didn’t make any more comment.

“I suspect that horrible man had something to do with it when he changed you, Draco,” said Minerva sympathetically: “It’s possible to change your form, but you’ll have to undergo much emotional stress before you do so, Tonks managed to match Lupin before they died.”

“My otter’s much the same size as your form,” put in Hermione, looking earnestly into Draco’s eyes.

“Thanks for that all of you, I feel a little better about it now. I’ve already seen Harry’s stag, what are you two going to become?” Draco looked at his mates.

“I’m a feathered Snape, a black raven,” giggled Blaise: “And Justin’s a cockatoo, all bright plumage and chatter. Not much difference really.”

“I’ll get you for that last remark, later, Mr Zabini.”

“I’m looking forward to it already.”

“Before someone says anything untoward,” Minerva said with a slight twinkle and pursed lips: “I have a small book for each of you. It explains some of the problems, and gives you some exercises. It also has the reverting spell at the back. Please practice in pairs, with one of you remaining human so that he or she can cast the reverting spell if something goes wrong with their partner. If you can effortlessly manage the change by the time your NEWT’s examiner takes you, it automatically gives you an ‘acceptable’ and your other studies will add to that grade. Enjoy the rest of the evening and thank you for the marvellous dinner.” Minerva could have out-swished Snape as she exited.

The six stayed in the practice room and tried some more transformation exercises, not that they obtained anything like perfection. Justin and the golden trio’s light heartedness about their mistakes was infectious, laughing at each other’s mistakes and imperfections. Draco and Blaise had renaissances, suddenly realising that errors were not a sign of Slytherin weakness, but just part of the normal learning process. Draco truly relaxed for the first time in many years; he managed to forget the strictures that his father had beaten into him and enjoy making a fool of himself. In fact he was the one that almost got it right, not being able to shrink his head to the right shape; Harry helped with Draco’s reversion.

Harry was able to make his hindquarters alright, but his body refused to change. Hermione with furry whiskers and a powerful tail couldn’t sort her middle out. Ronald managed his front half okay but his hind legs and tail wouldn’t appear. Blaise managed to cover himself in feathers and had bird’s feet and Justin resembled Pappageno from the Magic Flute. Still laughing they called an end and wandered up the spirals to their rooms.

### PRIVATE ROOM ###

Once in their room Draco looked at Harry.

“That was fun,” remarked Draco, beaming all over his face: “We were all as ridiculous as each other. Father would have hated it; the only time I ever saw him smile was when he’d pulled off a dirty trick on someone else. Even then it wasn’t a happy grin; more like a sneer of self-satisfaction.”

“That’s why I enjoy Hogwarts, Draco. My home life was humourless too. I remember Uncle Vernon rehearsing jokes with the other two when he had to entertain important clients at home. They might have been funny if someone else told them, but having heard them repeated many times lost any spontaneity that they might have had. I was glad that they wanted me to stay in my room.”

“You mean that you never were allowed to party?”

“Not on your life. I was passed off as a dangerous oaf who went to a reforming school for malcontents.”

“Poor you, at least I was allowed to the dinners and balls. I admit I felt like a prize exhibit being paraded around to get bids for the marriage stakes, but I did manage to meet friends and occasionally ask them to my birthday parties – even if they were all prim and proper.”

“The first Birthday Cake I remember was a slightly squashed one that Hagrid gave me when he came to collect me to go shopping for school books in Diagon Alley. I was so shocked at being told I was a wizard, that I forgot the cake and Dudley snaffled it. Hagrid fixed a curly pig’s tail to Dudley’s arse, as punishment for his greed. I suppose that was the first piece of intended magic that I ever experienced.”

Draco grinned and then went serious: “I thought Hagrid wasn’t supposed to use magic.”

“He is now, one of Kingsley’s first decrees set that right. Tom Riddle had fooled everyone by blaming Hagrid for the first opening of the chamber. I think his wand’s inside that pink umbrella of his. I’m sure Dumbles knew he was using it, but chose not to report it.”

“My old Malfoy would have had a field day with that, had he known. Come to think of it, Hagrid must have used magic to control those creatures of his. Merlin’s ears, I’m not sure what I’d have done if my wand had been ceremonially broken. I definitely would not have stayed around Hogwarts.”

“Are you sure? Hagrid’s like us two, only really happy when he’s here. When I think of the number of times I thought I was going to be expelled, they still fill me with dread even now.”

“Hmm … I s’pose so … Yes … That’s someone else I have to apologise to. He’s been more courageous that I would have been in his situation and my bloody parent made it all the worse for him.”

“When you go to see him, be careful of his rock cakes. They taste okay, but you have to suck them like boiled sweets.”

Draco looked at Harry and giggled: “Talking of hard things; it’s bedtime and we promised each other another play, didn’t we?”

“Trust a Malfoy to lower the tone of the proceedings,” Harry paused to adjust himself: “I was just beginning to think you’d forgotten,” and grinned back at the blond.

“Hmm … One of my fantasies was undressing you … Hmm … but you were always incarcerated and helpless in the dream.”

“Um … Same here … I think tying each other up would be pushing things too far, at least for now. Do we take it a garment at a time?”

“Okay … That seems fair. You go first and remove my cloak.”

They took their time; carefully folding up their partner’s clothes whilst their next garment was being removed. Once Draco’s shirt was off, Harry wanted to stroke his smooth chest. Draco had to adjust himself because Harry’s caressing fingers turned him on. Draco’s fetish was to run his hands round Harry’s midriff when he was removing the belt, tickling lightly as he went. Harry removed Draco’s trousers and then ran his hands up inside Draco’s thighs, eliciting a gasp of pleasure and tented boxers. Draco stroked Harry’s arse whilst removing the last garment – his under-shorts. Harry jerked forward and their cocks collided.

“Um … Draco … How about in the shower? The soap would make a good lubricant.”

“Hmm … And the water would wash away the traces … Good idea.”

Woodies waggling, they waddled to the washroom.

They were less inhibited this time and the soap provided an extra thrill. By mutual consent they paused occasionally prolonging the pleasure and some other bodily explorations took place. Harry became so worked up that he could no longer pause and his whole body jerked as he came profusely. Harry’s pulsing fist gripped Draco and caused an equivalent splash out. They continued stroking each other’s pricks tweaking the sensitive glanses, spasming and leaning on each other’s shoulders for support.

“Merlin Harry, where did you learn that finger technique?”

“Mainly on myself and some practice with Seamus. His was okay while it lasted, but not as good as this. Anyway, you have an awesome technique also.”

“Blame Blaise’s experiments for that; we’re still good friends but he doesn’t attract me in the same way that you do.”

“Yes … I know what you mean … I seem more relaxed about it with you. It was almost one-upmanship with Seamus. C’mon, let’s get dried, I’m exhausted.”

Draco nodded and handed Harry a towel. They both huffed when they dried their delicate bits and then started giggling about it. They were still giggling when they climbed into bed.

### THRASHING ###

Harry was woken by Draco thrashing around in his slumber.

“No … No … Please … No more.” Draco curled up into a ball and whimpered. Then he stretched himself out on his stomach, hands gripping the headboard, and he commenced to bounce. Harry thought the movements resembled being beaten on the backside with a cane.

Harry stroked Draco’s back and Draco cringed away from him. Harry decided more drastic measures were called for and moved over; hugging Draco and whispering soothing words. Draco was trembling, but snuggled back into Harry’s arms; slowly relaxing but still fast asleep. Harry relaxed, but found his hands gripped tightly in Draco’s fists. He mentally shrugged and shuffled slightly; finding a comfortable position close to the blond.

### RIDING ###

Harry woke, still with his arms around Draco and snuggled tightly into his back. What was embarrassing was that he had an erection and it was nestled between Draco’s bum cheeks. Harry wriggled gently; trying to remove himself from such erogenous contact, but the mattress had formed a hollow and he merely rubbed himself up and down in the channel. His engorgement enjoyed this and Harry had to exercise all his willpower not to give in and hump his bed-mate.

Then he felt Draco giggling.

“This is where Greg would get all uptight and wail: ‘but I’m not gay,’ jump out of bed and go and wank in the bathroom. Please Harry, stay; I love the feeling of your prick riding my crack, it’s the only bit of me that Father never bruised. My buttocks could be black and blue but the divide never got interfered with.”

“Um … Oh … Fine … Can I play with yours at the same time, please?”

“Yes please! You’ll find it’s just waiting for you,” Draco took hold of Harry’s hands and guided them down onto his stiff spike.

There was a lot of shuffling and many gasps of pleasure as Harry worked his abdomen and fondled Draco’s fidpin. Draco’s convulsions as he ejaculated caused his buns to grip Harry’s hard-on, and Harry came too.

Draco’s ‘Lavaro Nos’ had both of them clean: “I enjoyed that, thanks. Feel free to do it again, later.”

“What time is it?”

“No idea, but its still dark outside and I can’t be fashed to find my timepiece; I feel all snuggely with you hugging me like this.”

“Um … It is rather nice … Next time you must do it to me.”

“Let’s just see what happens. I’d like to try it with you, but let your Gryff sense of fairness take a holiday. No doubt we’ll even things out in the end … Okay?”

“Yes Draco … Okay … Sleep well, I know I will.” Harry closed his eyes and hugged his warm human teddy-bear just that little bit tighter.

### LOVERS ###

Friday morning had them facing each other when they awoke. Harry opened his eyes first and assumed that Draco had turned during their last sleep period. Draco’s face was so close that Harry could see the blond’s features quite clearly without the use of his glasses. As before, the hug had turned into holding hands. One of Draco’s fists held Harry tightly, the other was less gripping. Harry disentangled his fingers and used them to clear away some of the hair which had flopped over Draco’s face.

As Harry did so Draco opened his eyes and grinned mischievously: “Good morning, Lover!” Draco stuck his tongue out and licked the tip of Harry’s nose.

“What did you do that for?” Harry asked.

“I just felt like it – no real reason – you taste nice.”

“Hey … I’m not your lover!”

“Really …? So what we did last night was a dream, was it?”

“Um … No … I liked it … But …”

“… It may be temporary or even experimental, but we definitely made love, Harry …”

“… Yes, but …”

“… What would you call it then?”

“Um … Not sure … Oh …! Very well, have it your own way. Lover!” Harry’s last word was very forceful. Then he smiled bashfully: “Never called anyone that before.”

“Hmm … nice, isn’t it? Uh-oh, we’d better do something about our two swords; they seem to be having a private fencing match down below.”

“I’m for another salacious shower. If we get soaped-up you can ride me.”

“And then we’ll be even,” Draco smirked: “Gryff fairness showing again, Harry?”

“Not really, but I do want to know what it feels like.”

“Right, Lover, I’ll lead the way.” Draco sprang out of bed, ensuring that Harry had a good view of his eagerness before turning to open the bathroom door. Harry followed on quickly, grabbing the towels and placing them ready. Draco turned from adjusting the water temperature and squirted a large amount of shower-gel into his hands. As Harry drew the shower-door closed, Draco attacked; having Harry gasping in pleasure at the new slippery sensation.

Draco rubbed the gel all over Harry’s body first; then he moved in to hug him, making sure to align his column with Harry’s crease. Harry leaned forward slightly and flexed his buttocks trying to grip the pulsing prick. Draco’s slippery fist sought out Harry’s hardened horn and started to glide his fingers up and down. Five minutes had both of them spasming in glory as the hot water washed away the evidence. For a minute or two they stood there hugging and recovering; then Harry grabbed the shower-gel and soaped Draco thoroughly. Draco twitched when Harry touched his delicate bits, but enjoyed the sensation of an oily massage under the hot-water.

They had recovered their equilibrium by the time they were dry, and dressed slowly – each one watching the other’s performance. Once dressed Draco twitched Harry’s tie straight and received a patted bum by way of thanks.

“We need to feed, Harry. Please don’t get me all hot again.” Draco adjusted himself and Harry giggled.

“Okay, but that was great. I’m still half hard too.”

“So-o-o-o … You two ARE getting on well, aren’t you. Blaise said you would.”

Draco and Harry jumped. Justin had quietly opened their door and was watching them with a knowing smile on his face.

“Are you spying on us, Justin? How very Slytherin!” Draco squinted maliciously at the intruder.

“Not really – just came in to see if you were going down to breakfast.” Justin waggled his eyebrows.

“You do know how to knock, don’t you?” Draco placed his hands on his hips and adopted an exasperated expression.

“Yes, but the door was ajar, so I assumed that either you were dressed and ready to receive visitors; or had already left. I must say, Draco; you were being very familiar with someone who was your sworn enemy a week-ago.”

“He wasn’t my sworn enemy after Harry surprised me by speaking-up for me at my trial. Only I had no way of expressing my thanks until we were teamed up by McG.”

Justin licked his lips suggestively: “I imagine he’s expressed his thanks very tangibly, Harry!”

Harry blushed bright red and stammered.

“Ah … I see he has … Blaise says he’s expert in those kinds of things … You’re a lucky blighter. Still I can’t grumble, Blaise is an expert as well.”

“Expert at what, Justin?” Blaise came in and stuck his head over Justin’s shoulder, hugging him from behind.

“Draco’s been thanking Harry in a very practical way,” Justin smirked.

“What did he give you, Harry? Let me see the present, please?”

Harry was even redder and had his mouth hanging open.

“Silly Baby!” Justin pecked Blaise on the lips: “Not that kind of present … This kind of present.” Justin gave Blaise’s package a loving squeeze.

“Oh … I see.” Blaise made a panting face with his waggling tongue hanging out:

“Nice one, Harry. I hope you enjoyed it.”

“Stop teasing Harry, you two. We had a little experiment, that’s all. You know the kind of thing, Blaise. We’ve experimented together before.” Draco glared at the other Slyth.

“Okay, okay; I get the drift. Sorry to embarrass you, Harry. Just let us know when you want to go public. If ever you do. Our teenage hormones get us into all sorts of trouble, don’t they?” Blaise adopted a sympathetic expression.

Harry nodded dumbly; Justin and Blaise shrugged and led the way down to breakfast; with Harry trying desperately to slow down his rapidly beating heart.

He had regained his aplomb by the time they entered the side room. Not even quivering as he lifted the tureen lids to see what goodies lay within.