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Adult ++
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Chapter 13: Pyjamas
This is from Chapter 10; Harry is in hospital without bones in his arm, just after Madam Pomfrey kicks everyone out, and before Colin arrives.
They had brought cakes, sweets and bottles of pumpkin juice; they gathered around Harry’s bed and were just getting started on what promised to be a good party when Madam Pomfrey came over, shouting, “This boy needs rest, he’s got thirty-three bones to regrow. Out! OUT!”
“It’s okay, mate,” Ron said in a whisper, making sure no one else heard him, “I’ll be back in an hour or so with your pyjamas, okay?”
Harry nodded, thankfully; before going back to school, he had grabbed a nice pair of silk pyjama pants from a clothing store that he swore he saw Malfoy in. It was his one luxury item, and would be glad to feel one nice thing for the night that promised to be torturous.
And then Harry was left alone, with nothing but the thought of nice clothes to distract him from the stabbing pains in his limp arm.
***
Around the middle of the evening, whilst Madam Pomfrey was off for supper and Harry was completely alone in the Hospital Wing, Ron showed up with the pyjamas in one arm, and another pillow in the other. He had a small smile on his face, but because of the pain he was feeling, Harry missed it.
“How’s it going?” Ron asked in a quiet voice.
“Painful...I still can’t move my arm at all,” Harry sighed, trying to hold back a grunt of agony.
Ron came up to the bed, and threw the pillow into an adjacent chair and unravelled the pyjama pants. Harry watched him do this, and then both went silent; how was Harry going to get them on?
It took two minutes for Harry to summon up his courage, and state the obvious, “I can’t exactly get them on myself; could you do it, Ron?”
Ron blushed immediately, and with a gulp stepped forward. Tenatively, he slowly removed the thin cover and sheets, revealing Harry, dressed in the semi-plastic garb of the hospital dress.
“Y’know,” Harry said, shifting around a bit as Ron paused, “I can’t really wank off easily like this; if you were alright with it, it would take my mind off the pain,”
Ron was suddenly filled with a zeal that Harry hadn’t seen in Ron before; he threw the pyjama pants onto the chair with the pillows, and was quick to remove the garb and reveal Harry, completely naked, so hard that precum had already begun to collect at the top of his member.
Gasping, reached out and curled his fingers around Harry’s cock. He breathed deeply, and once Ron began to pump, Harry bit his bottom lip to stifle a moan of sheer erotic ecstasy.
From outside in the hallway, Draco gasped; he had been feeling a bit under the weather, and his natural instinct was to seek help from Madam Pomfrey. However, not in his wildest dreams had he ever expected to walk in on Harry Potter being jerked off by the Weasel. Never, ever, ever, in a million kazajabillion years!
He was facing Ron, whose sole attention was on the nude Harry; both were hard, and Draco noticed that Ron was wanking himself off with his spare hand. Suddenly aroused by the sight, Draco slowly snaked his hand into his underwear and grabbed hard. It felt so much better than usual, and he let out a gasp.
It was, as they say, the gasp heard around the world; for at that moment, Ron saw Draco, and Harry turned to see his lifelong enemy just as aroused as he was...Draco’s reputation was over at that moment, and Malfoy knew it. He could never face Potter or the Weasel, or any Gryffindor for that matter, for the rest of his life, lest he be subjected to the humiliation of a lifetime...
Luckily for Draco, actually, his gasp had been overshadowed by Harry’s climax and resulting moan; thus, Draco was completely safe and had simply made himself sick with worry for no reason. However, as soon as Ron came, he knew he had to flee, lest he be caught.
He dashed through the halls, running at top speed down to the Slytherin common room, and snuck into his bed. Casting silencio, he quickly stripped and masturbated; it took him twenty seconds to get off.
Meanwhile, after Ron and Harry had cleaned up from their activity, Ron slipped his best friend into the desired pyjama pants, pulled the sheets back up, and walked back to the common room with a goofy smile on his face.
Harry went back to sleep; hours and hours later, he woke quite suddenly in the pitch blackness and gave a small yelp of pain: his arm now felt full of large splinters.
***
Okay...who saw that coming? I didn’t, until I got halfway down the page! Hope you enjoyed...let me know!
To my readers; this is as far as I am at Fanfiction.net, for now. So...nothing will be new for a little while.
They had brought cakes, sweets and bottles of pumpkin juice; they gathered around Harry’s bed and were just getting started on what promised to be a good party when Madam Pomfrey came over, shouting, “This boy needs rest, he’s got thirty-three bones to regrow. Out! OUT!”
“It’s okay, mate,” Ron said in a whisper, making sure no one else heard him, “I’ll be back in an hour or so with your pyjamas, okay?”
Harry nodded, thankfully; before going back to school, he had grabbed a nice pair of silk pyjama pants from a clothing store that he swore he saw Malfoy in. It was his one luxury item, and would be glad to feel one nice thing for the night that promised to be torturous.
And then Harry was left alone, with nothing but the thought of nice clothes to distract him from the stabbing pains in his limp arm.
***
Around the middle of the evening, whilst Madam Pomfrey was off for supper and Harry was completely alone in the Hospital Wing, Ron showed up with the pyjamas in one arm, and another pillow in the other. He had a small smile on his face, but because of the pain he was feeling, Harry missed it.
“How’s it going?” Ron asked in a quiet voice.
“Painful...I still can’t move my arm at all,” Harry sighed, trying to hold back a grunt of agony.
Ron came up to the bed, and threw the pillow into an adjacent chair and unravelled the pyjama pants. Harry watched him do this, and then both went silent; how was Harry going to get them on?
It took two minutes for Harry to summon up his courage, and state the obvious, “I can’t exactly get them on myself; could you do it, Ron?”
Ron blushed immediately, and with a gulp stepped forward. Tenatively, he slowly removed the thin cover and sheets, revealing Harry, dressed in the semi-plastic garb of the hospital dress.
“Y’know,” Harry said, shifting around a bit as Ron paused, “I can’t really wank off easily like this; if you were alright with it, it would take my mind off the pain,”
Ron was suddenly filled with a zeal that Harry hadn’t seen in Ron before; he threw the pyjama pants onto the chair with the pillows, and was quick to remove the garb and reveal Harry, completely naked, so hard that precum had already begun to collect at the top of his member.
Gasping, reached out and curled his fingers around Harry’s cock. He breathed deeply, and once Ron began to pump, Harry bit his bottom lip to stifle a moan of sheer erotic ecstasy.
From outside in the hallway, Draco gasped; he had been feeling a bit under the weather, and his natural instinct was to seek help from Madam Pomfrey. However, not in his wildest dreams had he ever expected to walk in on Harry Potter being jerked off by the Weasel. Never, ever, ever, in a million kazajabillion years!
He was facing Ron, whose sole attention was on the nude Harry; both were hard, and Draco noticed that Ron was wanking himself off with his spare hand. Suddenly aroused by the sight, Draco slowly snaked his hand into his underwear and grabbed hard. It felt so much better than usual, and he let out a gasp.
It was, as they say, the gasp heard around the world; for at that moment, Ron saw Draco, and Harry turned to see his lifelong enemy just as aroused as he was...Draco’s reputation was over at that moment, and Malfoy knew it. He could never face Potter or the Weasel, or any Gryffindor for that matter, for the rest of his life, lest he be subjected to the humiliation of a lifetime...
Luckily for Draco, actually, his gasp had been overshadowed by Harry’s climax and resulting moan; thus, Draco was completely safe and had simply made himself sick with worry for no reason. However, as soon as Ron came, he knew he had to flee, lest he be caught.
He dashed through the halls, running at top speed down to the Slytherin common room, and snuck into his bed. Casting silencio, he quickly stripped and masturbated; it took him twenty seconds to get off.
Meanwhile, after Ron and Harry had cleaned up from their activity, Ron slipped his best friend into the desired pyjama pants, pulled the sheets back up, and walked back to the common room with a goofy smile on his face.
Harry went back to sleep; hours and hours later, he woke quite suddenly in the pitch blackness and gave a small yelp of pain: his arm now felt full of large splinters.
***
Okay...who saw that coming? I didn’t, until I got halfway down the page! Hope you enjoyed...let me know!
To my readers; this is as far as I am at Fanfiction.net, for now. So...nothing will be new for a little while.