Hogwarts Chemistry

Captains Mate

The early June afternoon was warm. The corridors seemed less crowded because everyone (at least those who cared) were in their Common Rooms or at a table in the Library studying for their Final Exams. Prefects walked the hallways searching out for any disturbances.

In the long hallway across from the Dark Arts classroom, a Head Boy by the name of Percy Weasley walked silently. After many days of preparing himself, he found he was ready for any exam. Growing bored with the small walls of his room, he escaped into the quiet hallways earlier searching out for someone, or anything to do.

“Crazy old bat. Can’t believe her. What was she thinking giving me a-” Marcus Flint, a old time villain to Prefects and their superiors, walked mad down a nearby hall giving Percy a lift of spirit.

“Of course a Slytherin.” Percy said to himself as he approached the angered Quidditch Captain kicking a piece of what looked like a roll of parchment.

“Never understands me.” He went on as he walked. Percy didn’t have anything to really pin on Flint except for ranting on about some unknown Professor, so Percy hid in a poorly lit area and began to look around at Marcus. “Dad will beat me very heavily.” Marcus said right before he kicked the parchment near Percy. Afraid he’d be seen Percy began to cross the area, but luckily Marcus continued down the corridor, still deviating on about the ‘rude old witch’ Professor.

Interested in what the parchment contained, Percy picked up the dirty roll and began to unwrap it. Unable to see in the dark, he stepped out into the sunny corridor. Looking over the surprising neat penmanship, Percy read it.

“And he got a completely horrible grade on this? This is…it’s so-” Percy stuttered.

“What are you doing with that Weasel!” Marcus screamed from down the hall. Percy scrambled with the parchment, but noticed that he had no reason to feel guilty.

“Littering our hallways are you Flint?” He said.

“I dropped it. I came back for it.” He snarled now approaching Percy. “Don’t you know how to mind your own business Weasley?” He said grabbing the unwrapped essay from Percy’s hand.

“I was just looking to see whose it was. I honestly didn’t know it was yours.” One lie, a thousand more to go…

“Right. You Head Boys think you have every right to look through things that aren’t yours.” He sneered as he turned to walk away.

“Excuse me? But that is not true.” Percy said, finally mad and happy that ad sad something to put on this git.

“What? Hurt your feelings Weasley?” Marcus said with a grin…a very toothy grin. “Going to go crying to that old bat Professor McGonagall?” So that was who he had been remonstrating quite loudly to himself about.

“I’ll have you know I don’t-” But before Percy realized it, Marcus was crying. “What-what are you crying about?”

“Nothing.” Marcus said in a loud whine and he ran from where they both stood.

“Wait!” Percy screamed. “Come back.” Percy began to follow him at a jog, then ran into a full blasting run after Marcus. “Wait Flint!” he screamed following him into a lone corridor from all studying places…he knew this place. He had taken Penelope Clearwater, his girlfriend, here only a few months ago for their two-year anniversary. “Oh for heavens sake. Marcus Flint?” He screamed. Several doors opened with breathless students, one including his brother Fred.

“Will you be quiet you git.” He hissed. “Some people are trying to study with their,” he raised a mischievous brow, “study buddies.”

“Fred.” Percy hissed, but before he could say anything more, Fred closed the door and with at clt click it was locked. “Marcus Flint?” He whispered. “Where are you?”

Down the hall a light shown through a crack on the door. Percy knowing what went on behind closed doors, knew that a light was surely not needed for their type of studying, so he crept over to the door and opened it. Inside Marcus sat at a table, looking over his parchment, sniffling, and stuffing tissues into his pockets.

“Get out Weasley.” Marcus snapped throwing his parchment across the room.

“I only came to make sure you were okay.” Percy said.

“What do you care? You have everything you need in the world. A family who cares, good grades, a better resume than I can ever have…and I bet no one beats you.” He said in a low voice.

“Marcus, don’t say that.” Percy said closing the door.

“It’s true.” Marcus said. “My father…if he sees this-this piece of crap.” He said throwing pieces of stone at the parchment. “He’ll get me for it.”

“It’s not crap. From what I saw, it was genius. It was well written and you captured the transfiguration of goblets to pianos very greatly.” Percy said.

“You’re just saying that.” Marcus said casting a shadowy glance at him. “You don’t care. You just want a reason to haul me off to an office to get in trouble.”

“Not even.” Percy said lightly. “I just…I can’t see someone so broken up like that, and just let them run off. Sorry is the thing.” He said walking a bit closer.

“What, you want to be Captains mate?” Marcus said rolling his eyes and giving a haughty short laugh. “You’ll never be my friend, nor my-”

“Lover?” Percy said raising an eyebrow. “Oliver talks in his sleep.” Percy explained to Marcus’ horrified look. “Yes, well very much I’d be anything for you, I just wanted to talk.” Percy said sitting by him in a poorly built chair.

“Wood huh?” Marcus said staring at Percy. “Guess you think I’m a freak.”

“Yes, but in a good way.” Percy said smiling deviously. “See I too have fantasies, mostly about being with the same sex, and mine was to be with a sexy freaky male in a dark room with cold stone floors. Sadly that fantasy has been done with by a mighty good Professor here at school, so I guess I should share another fantasy of mine.” Marcus smiled.

“I have many too. Was it Snape?” He asked.

“Yes and- have you had him?- well, he’s a very well charmed man, if you know what I mean.” Percy said laughing.

“Oy the mans penis is very large. Hurts when he gets crazy- out of control. But he was the best I’ve had…as far as sex goes these days.” He said getting up. “Unless you want to change that.” Marcus began to unbutton his shirt, but Percy began to describe is best fantasy yet.

“I’d have to be chained in the middle of the room. My lover would circle me- we’d both be naked- and he would touch me. Hurt me. Pound me with whatever he has, and then, after my beating he’d untie me and we’d make love passionately all over the room. Banging each other into walls, the ground, everywhere. After that we’d suck each other…lick up our comings and then leave each other after snogging madly.” Before Percy could continue, a bare naked Marcus sat on his knee.

“Follow me out into the hallway.” He said into Percy’s ear. “We’d have to rethink this to make it happen.” The two strode out into the hall.

“Why out here?” Percy asked, thinking that everything he had said gone to waste.

“Just think about our love making room.” Marcus said. “The Room of Requirement.” He said.

“Just think about it?” Percy said.

“Yes.” Marcus said a bit agitated by his waste of lovemaking time. “Just think…” He said. Percy thought long and hard and the door appeared again after it disappearing before. “Alright, done.” He said and he pulled Percy in.

“That easy.” Percy said looking around.

“Yes, now stand there.” He said to Percy and before Percy knew it he was stripped of his clothes and he was held down with chains.w Pew Percy we make love.” Marcus said. With a loud crack Marcus cracked a whip onto Percy’s bare backside and Percy gave out a loud moan of pleasure.

“Do that again Flint.” He demanded as his penis became swelled with anticipation. “Do it.”

“Of course I will.” Marcus snapped the whip again, this time on Percy’s penis. Blood trickled from his stomach down through his penis, making the raw flesh look only pale to his dark insides…very dark.

“Whip me harder.” Percy said pulling his arms down, or at least trying.

“How hard?” Marcus said pulling a large silver object from a table.

“Very ha- ARGH!” Marcus was pushing the large probing object in and out of Percy’s butt hole. Going quick at first, but as Percy’gasmgasm became close, he began to go slow only to prolong the feeling. “Oh… Mmm. Let me come Flint.” Percy said in a low hum.

“Not until I have you.” Marcus hissed as he continued to slow the push and pulls of his large object. “I want you to come into my hands.” He said as he pushed it up far into Percy’s ass.

“Then let you have me.” Percy said, letting all of his dignity go…not that it was still with him from the beginning of their BDSM mad fuck quest.

“I’ll have you when I am ready.” Marcus said smiling. “Maybe if I just left you here…till after dinner, you’ll be more anxious and…up to a long night of us.” Marcus said grabbing his pants. “Maybe I’ll leave you with my dinner.” He said. Marcus pulled the chains down to the ground almost and chained Percy’s knees and legs to the ground, so he was on his hands. Marcus situated himself by Percy’s face and began to pump his soft hands onto his cock, going quickly trying to make himself spurt cum into Percy’s face and mouth.

“Oh let me drink you.” He said breathlessly. “Please.”

“Here- I- COME!” Marcus let a load of cum sputter out onto Percy’s lips and into his mouth; hungrily Percy licked the sides quickly so that none of it would drip onto the ground where his mouth could not reach. Marcus’ fast masturbating subsided as he felt that no more could submerged. “Later on Weasley, I’ll have you so don’t go trying to release yourself. If you do, I’ll just have to save you for more time and then I’ll have you.”

Marcus got up, got dressed and left Percy butt naked and wishing he had said another fantasy about butt bashing on a feather bed…but no. It had to be the bondage one…but maybe someone else was also using bondage in the school. Maybe a few Slytherins had the bright idea too…