Picking Wildflowers

Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling, so I do NOT own Draco (Gorgeous) Malfoy, or Harry (Equally as Gorgeous) Potter. I DO, however, own the plot. Please do NOT sue, as all I can give you is a stick of sugar-free gum (which I want…::looks around nervously:: MINE!).

Beta: I would like to thank my Beta, Draco’s Desire, for making sure all of my sentences flow, and that there will be no grammar mistakes...but if there is, let me know and I will be sure to slap her. Thx!

To Reviewer Melx3: I don't think the Slytherins are necessarily going to become friends with the Gryffindors; probably just Harry. ::shrugs:: You never know. (wink)

To Reviewer Anon: I know you're a little questionable about Harry's powers, but I'll remind you: He's Harry Potter. Raised like a slave, Harry's used to doing things the hard way, and usually only uses his powers if he needs too, or to save valuable time. Know what I mean? Don't worry, he may have the power of a Demi-God, but he doesn't use them like one...:)

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Chapter 11: What A Guy Wants.

(A/N: Okay, so this is a Solo!Harry part of the story...I wasn't going to put this seperately, but the party scene was getting to long, so this makes a great interlude. I hope to update to the party scene tomorrow. Sorry, college took a turn for my worst, and school comes before Harry Potter...mostly. Anyway, thanks for sticking with me on this, and I hope you like this little drabble.)

Ginny entered the Common Room, laughing all the while with Dean. “I know, I was wondering if that was a hair-accessory or not.” Dean chortled, finishing his conversation with Ginny. He walked over and took a seat on the couch next to Harry. Ginny smiled along with Dean and took a seat in an empty chair, something quite unusual, since she usually just sat on Harry’s lap.

Harry stood after a few moments of silence, and stated, “I’m going to bed. Coming, Ginny?” he asked sincerely, not meaning anything by his words.

Obviously, the others didn’t seem to notice the sincerity in his voice and “Ohhhh’d” at the two of them. Ginny blushed scarlet and Harry rolled his eyes.

“No, Harry.” she declined. Harry’s eyebrows raised into his hairline. “I think I’ll stay down here and talk to Dean for a while, then maybe sleep in my dorms. I haven’t seen my friends in ages.” she stated, keeping her gaze away from Harry’s own.

Deciding that he probably didn’t want to know, Harry shrugged off reading her mind and left the Common Room. He opened his door to the Head Boy room, and stepped inside, before turning and casting a locking charm on it. The door closed and Harry began to walk over to his desk, where he unloaded his shrunken packages and purchases.

Harry pulled out his money pouch, and then his tux. He enlarged the formal gown and placed it in his wardrobe, before going back over to his desk and continuing to unload his pockets. Harry pulled out a brown box, recognizing it as the sweet box that Fred and George had given him. He enlarged it, and looked through the sweets in it. Sugar Quills, Bertie Botts, Blood Pops, Fizzing Candy, and so much more was what the box was littered with. Harry put the box on the floor and again reached into his pocket.

A container was the next and last thing he pulled out of his pocket. Upon seeing it, Harry paled, and carefully set it down. He soon realized that he wasn’t about to get off with Ginny tonight, and the thought of what George had said earlier, “…you can strap it to yourself, and have it fuck you while you wank.” was pretty erotic to think about.

Harry opened the container and looked at the magazines, lube, the box with the toy, and… “What the hell?” Harry asked aloud to the room. Harry moaned, “Fred, George, you two are dead the next time I see you.” he promised, looking at the item Fred and George had secretly added to the container, somehow without Harry knowing.

Inside the container was a cock-ring, something Harry was sure he didn’t ask for. Harry groaned; how in the world did Fred and George always seem to mess with people? Harry didn’t ask for a cock-ring; hell, he didn’t even ask for their help! Somehow, though, Fred and George always seemed to help when they didn’t need to.

Harry sighed and took the container over to the side of his bed, where he sat on the edge and stared at the box. Biting his lip, Harry hesitantly reached into the box and pulled out a magazine that Fred and George had suggested; with sound. Harry stared at the cover for a moment; two shirtless guys staring out with their tongues touching. Raising an eyebrow, Harry idly wondered why Fred and George picked a gay magazine for him, but didn’t act on any impulses to find out.

Instead, he opened the magazine to the first page and was surprised to see three guys walk into the scene of a bedroom. Harry was fascinated; he could hear their walking on the wooden floors to the king-size bed, and their erratic breathing as the three men began undressing each other. Suddenly, Harry put the book down and walked over to his desk again, before grabbing his wand and muttering a silencing charm around his room for good measure.

He moved back over to his bed, where he laid down on his stomach, and looked down at the picture. The guys in the picture hadn’t stopped their actions when Harry left, so Harry was greeted with the sight of a blonde, balls deep in a brunette, and another brunette riding the other brunette. Harry instantly became hard, and he sat up, propping against the pillows by his headboard and charming the magazine - which was moaning and whimpering quite loudly, much to Harry’s disguised pleasure - to hang in front of his face so he could watch properly without straining his neck.

Harry unzipped his pants and pulled them, along with his boxers, down his hips. His erection jetted out of its cruel confines and strained in attention against Harry’s clothed stomach. Harry took off his shirt, and was rewarded with his cock, leaking pre-come, now slapping against his bare skin and making him groan.

Harry’s right hand immediately went for his cock, and began to tease it with slow stroking. His left hand, however, slithered to his left nipple and began to roll it under its thumb, making the pink nub hard quickly. Harry looked up to the magazine where the blonde was still thrusting like mad into the brunette. “Ohhh, gods yes, so tight.” the blonde muttered to his bottom, and both the other men groaned.

Harry bit his lip again and kept watching, speeding up the pace slightly on his own stroking. The brunette that was riding the other brunette was looking quite bored with his position, so he slid off the other man, eliciting a whimper. The brunette crawled up the other brunettes chest, and sat up close to his face; his cock now centimeters from the smaller mans face.

“You want to suck it?” the brunette asked the man under him huskily. The guy whimpered and urgently nodded. Harry moaned, and looked away. He was so close to orgasm, but he wanted something more…

Harry reluctantly let go of his cock to bend over the edge of the bed. He reached into the container, where he found his bottle of green apple flavored lube. He placed it on the bed before leaning down and grabbing the box with the dildo in it.

Harry let out a shaky breath and opened the box, revealing the clear toy. He picked it up out of the box and stared at it. Now that he could see it up close, Harry realized the toy wasn’t more than eight inches, possibly smaller. Harry shrugged, and put the box down on the ground again. He looked confused at the dildo, not knowing exactly how to do it by himself.

Harry looked into the magazine again, now noticing the switch in position. Harry moaned and his cock twitched at the new sight. The brunette that had previously bottomed for the blonde was now fucking the other brunette in earnest, while the blonde just stroked his erection rapidly. Suddenly, the blonde must have gotten an idea, because he only stroked a few more times before standing up.

Harry looked away. He wanted to be fucked, and he wanted to be fucked NOW. He put the dildo down by the lube on his bed, and quickly shed out of his pants and boxers. Harry, now completely naked, moved the magazine back from his face a little more, and reached for the bottle and his toy. At first, Harry looked at the phallus, groaning at how real it looked. He ran his fingers over the sides and the head of it, noting how it felt real, considering it was made out of plastic.

Harry opened the jar of lube and instantly, his senses were flooded with those of ripe green apples. Harry sighed, he loved green apples. Looking quizzically at the lube, he wondered…well, Fred and George did say that it was flavored, but…

Harry cautiously dipped his finger in the clear liquid, and slowly brought it near his face. He could smell the fresh green apples, and instantly put the finger in his mouth, when he sighed silently at the taste.

Exactly like green apples.

Becoming more bold and more daring, Harry took the dildo and put it in the lube, spearing the clear substance around the head. Without preamble, Harry placed the head of the dildo in his mouth and wrapped his tongue around it. He proceeded to suck, making sure to get all of the flavored lube off.

Harry moaned with need and quickly put more lube on the dildo and placed the bottle on the floor, making sure to leave it open so the scent lingered. He got onto his knees, then spread his legs wide, and carefully placed the dildo near his entrance, when his eyes bulged. ‘I can’t be that small, can I?’ Harry asked himself. ‘The toy is big, but…’ he trailed off, wondering what to do.

Harry was brought out of his thoughts by a shout and a whimper. Harry immediately brought his gaze up to the magazine, where Harry now found both the brunette and the blonde, deep inside the other brunette. Harry’s eyes widened. ‘At the same time?’ he wondered wantonly to himself. Surprisingly, this made him feel better, knowing his hole wasn’t going to tear, just from a dildo. Harry quickly strapped the harness attached to the dildo around his slim waist securely, before waiting. The dildo was right at Harry’s entrance, and Harry was prepared to get fucked, but it never came.

Harry growled, “What’s the matter?” he asked to no one. “Come on, fuck me!” he pleaded, watching the magazine with rapt attention. He was just about to stick the dildo in himself, when surprisingly, the dildo put pressure on Harry’s hole, breeching it. Harry whimpered as the toy parted the tight ring of muscle, and as soon as the dildo was past the ring, it quickly shoved inside. “Ohhh!” Harry gasped.

Harry went on all fours from the pressure, and the magazine was still far enough away that he could still see it. He went down on his forearms, so his arse was high in the air. The dildo hadn’t moved yet, but Harry desperately wished it would. “Merlin,” he panted at the feeling of being filled, consensually. Last time, it had been rape, Harry remembered. But now, Harry only felt pleasure from it, and he was glad. “Please, please just move!” Harry begged.

Just like last time, the dildo began to move on its own accord. ‘Must be voice activated.’ Harry idly thought, before the moving began. The dildo worked is way inside Harry’s hot channel, before slowly pulling halfway out, and moving just as slowly back in.

“Faster!” Harry moaned clearly, and immediately noticed a change of speed. The dildo was now going at quicker paces, and Harry was panting. “Oh, Merlin yes,” he gasped out through his moans, “Gods, fuck me harder.” he ordered, not realizing he did so. The toy now pound into Harry roughly, though not overly so. “Ahhhh!” Harry hissed pleasurably. He bed was now rocking slightly at the applied force, but Harry was far from caring.

Harry continued to call out orders, some of them just in the heat of the moment, while others were said knowingly. After a few short moments, the dildo was pounding into Harry as fast, as deep, and as hard as it could. “Gods yes,” Harry panted. He glanced under himself, and he realized his erect cock was fiercely dripping pre-come onto the sheets; a trail was formed from the head of the cock down to the small pile on the mattress.

Harry moaned and thought about jerking, but he felt as though if he let one of his arms off the bed, he’d fall. The toy continued to pound into his clenching arse, and Harry continued to whimper. He looked up at the magazine again, and noticed the three men were covered in come, as the submissive brunette had came forcefully over his two dominants as well as himself. Harry moaned, and went back onto his knees. The dildo still thrust deeply into his hot boy-pussy, but it wasn’t hitting that oh-so-pleasurable spot. Harry carefully moved onto his back and drew up and apart his knees. The magazine came slightly closer, so Harry was now able to watch a brunette down on his knees, sucking the blonde off while the other brunette thrust into the blonde.

Harry moaned again, and sent his hand down to his own throbbing and vigorously leaking erection. He wrapped his fingers around his length, and was stunned to notice so much pre-come on his cock. Harry’s breathing deepened as he stroked his cock rapidly, trying to reach orgasm. With a last coherent thought, he shouted, “PROSTATE!”

Immediately, the dildo, high in Harry’s arse, slowly moved out so only the head was inside him, and it shifted slightly. Harry glanced down, and sat up as the phallus moved out of his arse and shifted. From his new angle, he could see the dildo, partially inside his arse and where the head was inside his hole.

With no warning, the phallus rammed deeply inside Harry, causing the boy to cry out in surprise. “Oh, Merlin, gods yes!” he cried, as the dildo thrust into him purposefully, now hitting his prostate with every thrust. “Oh, Gods…yes, fuck…ah ah ah ah,” he moaned, his voice vibrating as he got forcefully fucked. “Oh, oooh, oh Merlin, please, Gods yes!” Harry pleaded. The dildo was fucking him so nicely, pounding him into the headboard.

Harry glanced down and watched the plastic toy thrust eagerly into his tight opening, his hips rolling and his cock thrusting into his hand, as the dildo continued its sliding in and out of his arse with ease. Harry started up his ceased stroking again. He had forgotten about it when the toy first rammed his prostate. “Oh, please, oh Merlin, yes…”

Harry bit his lip and closed his eyes, the magazine now long forgotten, besides the whimpers and moans that never seemed to quit. He only had to pump his cock a few more times; along with the moaning of the magazine and the constant hitting of his prostate, Harry knew his orgasm approached.

Sure enough, Harry pumped his hand rapidly along his shaft, flicking his thumb over the head occasionally, and used his left hand to grab the ramming dildo. He grasped the base and helped the toy fuck him. Looking down at the toy again was all he needed, seeing his arse clench and unclench around the toy, and his own hand leading the dildo to his wanting hole sent him over the edge.

“MERLIN! GODS, YES!” he screamed as his seed erupted from his throbbing cock in pearly-white ropes, spraying all over his chest, hands, and phallus. Harry continued to come for a few more moments, and laid back on his headboard after his amazing orgasm ceased. The dildo continued to pound roughly into his sensitive hole, and with a muffled command, the thrusting stopped.

With strength he didn’t know he possessed, Harry lifted his hips and undid the straps attached to his waist. After he relaxed into the mattress again, he winced slightly as he grabbed the phallus and carefully pulled it out of himself. The head came out of his channel with a slight ‘pop’ as his muscles tried to regain their normal tense-ness. Harry continued to breath deeply as he also shut the magazine, and the threesome finally stopped their perverse acts.

Harry muttered a wand-less cleaning spell, and almost whimpered in the loss of hot come on his body. He sleepily willed the phallus into its box again, and the lube to recap itself and also go back into the container. Harry put the container under his bed and he unlocked and un-silenced his room, too. He pulled the covers around himself, before laying down and trying to get to sleep.

Harry’s last coherent thought of the day was that he’d never had a more powerful orgasm in his life, not even with Ginny.

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Next chapter on real soon, I promise!