Literature, Smut, and Adult Themes

What a week...thank god it’s over. Now, time for the superchapter as promised! Hope you enjoy – would love reviews on what you thought! Starting from the book, chapter 11.

Harry lay awake for hours that night. Through a gap in the hangings round his four-poster bed he watched snow starting to drift past the tower window, and wondered.

Could he be a descendant of Salazar Slytherin? He didn’t know anything about his father’s family, after all. The Dursleys had always forbidden questions about his wizarding relatives.

Quietly, Harry tried to say something in Parseltongue. The words wouldn’t come. It seemed he had to be face to face with a snake to do it.

“But I’m in Gyffindor,” Harry thought. “The Sorting Hat wouldn’t have put me in here if I had Slytherin blood...”

“Ah,” said a nasty little voice in his brain, “But the Sorting Hat wanted to put you in Slytherin, don’t you remember?”

Harry turned over. He’d see Justin the next day in Herbology and he’d explain that he’d been calling the snake off, not egging it on, which (he thought angrily, pummelling his pillow) any fool should have realised.

Though his rage kept him awake for an hour longer, he finally managed to drift off to sleep as the snowfall grew heavier.

He dreamed that he was back in the Great Hall, and the Duelling Club had been set up once again. However, there was a very important difference – there was nobody there, it was the middle of the night and very dark (save for five glowing candles on either side of the room), and Harry was in his silk pyjama pants. His wand was in his hands, and he was kind of freaked out that Slytherin’s monster was nearby.

“Scared, Potter?” Malfoy’s voice suddenly pierced the silent room, and the hairs on the back of Harry’s neck stood up. He didn’t know where the voice had come from, but suddenly the problem was resolved.

Standing about 15 feet away from Harry, lit only by the bright candles around him, was Draco Malfoy. Except...he was completely naked and very, very aroused. It took Harry no time at all to rise to full mast.

Malfoy began taking steps forwards, moving slowly but surely. Harry watched with his eyes wide and his mouth gaping open. He watched the throbbing member (which was slightly shorter than his own) bobbing along with each step Malfoy made, and when Malfoy stopped walking (about a foot away from Harry), Harry was only staring at his dick.

“Nothing smart to say, Potter?” Malfoy asked, seemingly oblivious to Harry’s fixation on his member.

Harry looked up, speechless, staring Malfoy in the eyes. Malfoy grinned in a very ... sexy kind of way.

“Looks like you, uh, have got a, uh, little problem,” Harry did his best to remain on top of the situation.

“Yours looks worse,” Malfoy took another step forward, dropped his wand, and reached out his hand and grabbed Harry’s trapped erection.

A shock of total ecstasy ran through Harry’s body, and he released a low, guttural moan. Throwing his head back, his breathing became staggered. Malfoy’s hand was slowly rubbing his shaft through the cloth, teasing him...

“Fuck, Malfoy...” Harry whispered. He had dropped his wand, and without realizing it, he reached out and grabbed Malfoy’s cock. He was completely surprised at the action – he almost always hated Malfoy, and he wasn’t really attracted to him (as far as he had always thought). And yet, here he was, wanking Malfoy off.

Malfoy removed his hands from Harry’s cock and moved up to rub up his lithe body, his fingertips dancing along the smooth skin, before moving up his ribs and playfully rubbing Harry’s taught nipples. Harry couldn’t take much more, and he moved his hands behind Malfoy’s back and pulled their bodies so that they lined up together, rubbing their erections together.

“Easy there, Potter,” Malfoy said, still cocky as ever, as the soft silk of Harry’s trapped erection rubbed with his own. With a quick flash, his hands yanked down the offending material, freeing Harry and together they stood there, taking in the feeling of being so close to each other’s body.

Malfoy carefully moved a hand down to their stiff members and began to jerk them in unison; the exquisite feeling caused Harry to give fuck all to inhibitions and ... kissed Malfoy.

He kissed Malfoy...

He kissed...Draco...

Both of them shut their eyes as they shared the moment, and around them the candles dimmed slightly, letting their senses take control.

It didn’t take long before Harry started to thrust harder and faster, before he and Draco both moaned into each other’s mouths, and they came. There was more semen than Harry had ever seen that splashed against their bellies; he didn’t care though, because he felt so good...

Suddenly, Draco broke away and slid down their wet bodies, down to Harry’s navel. Harry looked down with a whimper to see Draco lapping up the cum on his stomach – it was enough to make him hard again, and so he was.

Draco moved slowly downwards, rubbing his hands up and down Harry’s thighs, and then took Harry into his mouth...it was amazing how quickly Harry was able to cum yet again. This pleasure was ten times better than the first one, which was only a minute ago, and then...

“Harry, wake up!” Ron’s voice was yelling into his ear, “It’s time for breakfast, c’mon mate!”

“Huh?” Harry sat up rather groggily; luckily, his duvet had been heavy enough to cover his slowly wilting erection.

“You sounded like you were having a bad dream, anyways; you were moaning and tossing about,”

Oh, I was tossing, Harry thought to himself; however, the fact that he had done what he had done with Malfoy kind of unnerved him.

“Meet you downstairs, okay?” Harry spoke quietly.

“K,” Ron smiled warmly, before disappearing into the common room.

Carefully, Harry pulled back the covers – white stains were all over the front of his pyjamas. He would have to wash them without anyone knowing, but first, he went to take a shower. A cold shower, Harry reminded himself.

He spent the rest of the morning daydreaming about kissing Malfoy

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(A/N: The Seamus that JK Rowling wrote about is a [hot] sandy haired boy; not the brutish clutz of the movies) WARNING: SEAMUS/JUSTIN AHEAD; actually important to the later story, so please read first part; the rest is just smut for smut’s sake.

Seamus hadn’t wanked for a week; he had had a very odd fear that Slytherin’s monster would grab him while he was masturbating and kill him. Thus, he hadn’t.

However, once sleep fell upon him after the day, his dreams turned from reliving the duelling club to a very good looking person in the club: Justin Finch-Fletchley. He had beautiful wavy golden locks of hair on his head, his face was perfectly straddling childhood and adolescence, and his body was slim and absolutely sexy.

Seamus had known of his inclination to boys from a young age – ever since incidental games of ‘You show me yours and I’ll show you mine’ lead to wonderful wanking sessions back home at his muggle school. He had sized up a couple of guys when he first got to Hogwarts, Potter included, but had recently begun lusting after guys a few years ahead of him. That changed with Justin.

In his dream, a scene from the day came back to life. After Ron’s wand had misfired a spell and Seamus had been knocked back onto the ground, Justin (who had been beside him) turned around and sunk to his knees. He looked upon Seamus with genuine concern that he was hurt, and was asking him if he was okay, and trying to see if he was alright.

However, instead of helping him up and going their separate ways, dream-Justin helped Seamus up only to immediately kiss him deeply. Both boys went hard instantly, and closed their eyes.

The people around them melted away into the backdrop, and when Seamus opened his eyes again, they had moved to a large room with a massive bed and crackling fireplace to the side. With a wink, Justin ran quickly over to the bed, and jumped up.

“C’mere,” Justin whispered, shucking off his top robes and pants; he was now only dressed in his dress shirt and boxers, sporting a large tent.

Seamus wasted no time at all and, with as much speed as he could muster, leaped onto the bed, tackling Justin over onto his back, and kissing him deeply. Justin let out a bit of a laugh, and did his best to remove Seamus’ robes as they passionately made out. Within thirty seconds, both had only their button down white shirts and boxers.

Always wanting to try out what he had seen in the movies, Seamus ripped their shirts open, sending buttons flying everywhere before throwing them off to the side. Exuberantly, he rubbed his hands all over Justin’s slim torso, before working his way down to the trapped erection. Justin returned the favour, reaching out and stroking Seamus through his cloth prison.

“Fuck, this is so...ahh...fucking hot!” Seamus whispered as he slid Justin’s underwear down. The four inch cock before him was weeping with joy, and he had a hard time fighting the urge to just take it and plunge it into him right then and there. Instead, he just moved down Justin’s body and took the hard on into his mouth; he was immediately gratified by Justin’s soft exhale of pleasure.

He sucked up the shaft, cradling the balls with his left hand while his right rubbed Justin’s flat belly – he was mimicking everything he had read about in the abandoned gay porn magazines stolen from a neighbour’s trash bin. It didn’t take long for Justin to cum, spewing shot after shot of his hot load. Seamus could barely take it all – he was shocked at how much there was!

Without any stimulation, Seamus creamed his boxers, but was still hard as ever. He yanked down his underwear and freed his erection, still dripping creamy goo.

“Okay, love, let’s do this,” Justin smirked. The two shared a kiss, allowing Justin to taste himself on Seamus’ tongue. Using only cum and spit, Seamus plunged down onto Justin’s rock hard cock; for some reason, he didn’t need to prep; it felt fine without it, if not better.

They rocked back and forth, Seamus enjoying being filled and Justin relishing in the soft touch of his lover’s hot cock on his stomach every time he bounced up and down. Five minutes later they were cumming again, even harder and better than before. Pleasure seemed to start at Justin’s cock and course through his own body, before sending waves of ecstasy running through Seamus.

With a sigh, Seamus rolled off of Justin, feeling the warm heat leaving his body. The two then embraced in a soft hug, pulled up the duvet, and then the dream ended.

Seamus awoke to ruined sheets and the sun beginning to poke up over the mountains around the castle. As he walked over to the showers, he hoped that Justin wasn’t going to be in class that day; he didn’t think he could handle looking at him without getting hard in the middle of class.

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After their duel, Draco had gone to the library to research Parseltongue; why did Potter have it and he didn’t? Finding out that it was a skill acquired by birth and not by practice, he spent the evening in a bleak melancholy, depressed that no amount of money could buy him something better than what his rival had.

Everyone in the Slytherin dorm had given him a wide berth that day, seeing the icy look on his face as he stared out the windows, contemplating. When he finally went to bed, everyone else had been asleep for hours. Feeling to bothered to get ready for bed, he just stripped and went to bed naked. Bad idea.

His first dream was about casting a snake and watching it chasing after mudbloods – interesting dream, to say the least, but it didn’t provoke as much glee in him as he would have thought it would. For some reason, it left him empty and feeling slightly pitiful towards the students.

His second dream was about fifty seconds, and he was watching his father speak to a snake before pressing Draco to try the same; he failed, and the snake ate him. After waking up in a cold sweat, he spent ten minutes calming himself down and taking a glass of warm milk. Then, he went back to bed, just about an hour before sunrise.

The final dream of the night placed him back in the Great Hall, facing Potter. They were alone and ready to duel, each with their wands raised and ready to strike. There was no bumbling Lockhart or menacing Snape, no students egging them on or teachers watching in amusement. It was just the two of them.

“Petrificus totalus!” Potter shouted, and suddenly Draco went board stiff – not in the good way. He fell back onto the ground with a thump, and Potter rushed over, a wide grin on his face. He began to strip Draco down, taking only seconds to make him totally nude. Because of the spell, he couldn’t get hard; however, his mind was compensating perfectly well, and his thoughts were only thinking of the naked Potter he had wanked to for the past year.

“What, not happy to see me, Draco?” Potter asked playfully. Something felt wrong inside of Draco when he heard Potter use his first name, but he couldn’t do shit all about it.

“Maybe I should try something else...” Potter said as he moved down Draco’s smooth naked body and put his cock in his mouth. Draco tried to gasp out in pleasure, but it was all reserved for his mind to enjoy, and be tortured by!

Potter slowly disrobed, and was completely naked in a minute. He then stood up, showing off his erection in front of Draco; for fuck’s sake, it was bigger than Draco’s!

“Suck on it!” He said as he pushed it around on Draco’s waiting lips. A whispered finite incantem caused Draco to suddenly move his mouth and take the hot member in, at the same time growing to full length in record time. However, he used it only as a tool for distraction; while Potter was occupied fixating on his pleasure, Draco moved his hands up and then pushed the other boy back and away. Potter was unprepared for the sudden move, and was knocked to the floor.

“Ha!” Draco yelled in triumph before strutting over to Potter in his birthday suit. He kneeled down beside the body of his rival, who had resorted to a sort of fetal position, and was about to impose a blow job on him when...

“Rictumsempra!” Potter shouted, pouncing on Draco, causing their erections to brush together. Immediately, he began tickling Draco with all his might, causing him to convulse with laughter and pleasure.

It was then that Draco had a sudden moment of revelation – he was actually enjoying himself with Potter, with ... Harry Potter; he had never felt that towards Potter, or anyone, for that matter.

Harry eventually relented, allowing Draco a moment to catch his breath and adjust to the weird feeling of a smile on his face. However, it was wiped off in a moment as Harry leaned in and softly kissed him. Draco did not fight back; instead, he just lay back and took it. Harry lowered his cock so that it lay perfectly against Draco’s, and then he slowly snaked his hand down and grasped them together. He began slowly, jerking them off in unison, gradually speeding up.

Rock hard member rubbed against rock hard member, causing Draco to swell with longing for the beautiful boy atop him. He reached up and put his hands in Harry’s hair, needlessly trying to prolong their kiss. Harry started to gasp and his breathing became staggered; Draco smiled again and thrust up.

Suddenly, hot liquid was pouring onto his stomach and chest – even a few drops reached the pink nubs of his nipples. He didn’t know whose seed was where; both had mixed together and combined. It was perfect, and Draco wanted to go again. Harry finally broke the kiss and sat up; Draco slowly rose and looked lovingly and erotically at the other boy.

“Want to go again?” was what he was going to say. However, all he got out was “Want t-” before he was awoken by the pug-ugly face of Crabbe staring at him, trying to wake him up.

Draco could’ve punched him. His sheets were soaked and tossed about, and his throbbing erection did not want to subside without the proper treatment; that was now impossible, and he spent the day angrily hurting anyone who dared cross him.

And that’s my superchapter. What’d you think?

I liked it, and I liked writing it...especially after a shitty week. Where we go from here is still TBD.