Hotel Hullabaloo

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Here\'s a nice long chapter for you with a rather saucy flashback!

Chapter 2: Ferret on board

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t potty, weasel and mudblood. The magical trio are going on the muggle trip. Looking for some scum worse than you? I don’t think even dirty muggles will do...”

“Nobody cares what you think, Malfoy.” Harry sneered. “The only scum here is you. Maybe if you took your fat head out of your ass for long enough, you’d see that.”

“Come on Harry,” Hermione said, “This loser isn’t worth it.”

The trio turned to walk away when Malfoy threw a viciously uttered ‘petrificus totalus’ at Harry. Harry fell to the ground just as Professor McGonagall was walking round the corner, and he landed at her feet, stiff as a board. McGonagall looked up from him and saw a ring of students with shocked expressions, and one smirking Draco Malfoy.

“Mr Malfoy, explain this.”

“It’s nothing to do with me, professor, would I do such a thing?” he chimed innocently.

“Let’s find out, shall we? Your wand, please, Mr Malfoy.” McGonagall took Draco’s wand and muttered ‘prior incantato’. A ghostly wisp floated from the end in the image of Harry falling on his face, stiff as a plank. “It is safe to assume you would not let another student touch your wand, Mr Malfoy, so I shall have to speak to Professor Snape and Professor Dumbledore about this.”

She led Malfoy away from the group of students as Hermione uttered the counter-curse and helped Harry to his feet.

“Malfoy is in for it now,” Harry grinned, brushing dust from his knees. “I bet he didn’t know about that wand test!”

Ron grinned at Harry “Maybe he will be banned from the muggle studies trip and we can be rid of him for a month!”

No such luck for the trio. At lunch later that day, Dean and Seamus came and sat with them.

“Have you heard the bad news, Harry?” Dean asked.

“What bad news?”

“McGonagall hasn’t told you yet? We heard Malfoy moaning to his cronies about his punishment,” Seamus said. “He has to spend the whole muggle studies trip with you so that you can ‘learn to cooperate’ or some shit like that.”

“No!!” came the gasp from Ron and Hermione.

“Harry, that’s awful! Your whole trip will be such a nightmare!” Hermione touched his arm gently.

“Yeah,” Harry muttered softly, “awful.”

It looked to the others that Harry was just disappointed by the prospect of having to stay with the ferret for a month, but Harry had other thoughts on his mind, mainly about Malfoy discovering his dark secret.

It was no big secret that Harry was gay, and nobody had a problem with it. He had received a few relationship offers, and a fair few shag requests too, but he was holding out for something special. And then he found it.

***Flashback***

It had been a particularly rough quidditch game and Harry was filthy. The rain had been beating down for the whole match and several times, Malfoy had rammed Harry and sent him crashing to the ground. Several times Harry had returned the favour. His entire uniform was caked in mud, so when he got to the showers he ran it under the water to get some off.

It took ages for Harry to get the mud out of his hair, so instead of being the first to leave, he was one of the last. The only person left, in fact, was Malfoy himself, who usually spent hours in the shower anyway. On the one occasion Ron had teased him about it, calling him a tart, Malfoy had replied “Personal hygiene is nothing to be ashamed of, Weasel. Maybe you should try it sometime,” and the resulting fight ended up with both boys having a bar of soap in their mouths.

Harry was drying himself off when he noticed Malfoy in the shower. He didn’t mean to stare but at that first glance he noticed how smooth and flawless his skin was. The way the water rolled off the pale alabaster surface was mesmerising, and Harry followed the path of the water from Draco’s platinum hair down his neck to his taught abs and stomach. When the water ran through pale pubic hair, Harry blushed as he realised he was staring at Draco’s generous equipment. He quickly busied himself with drying his feet, and looked up at Draco only once more. That just happened to be the exact point at which Draco was silently masturbating in the shower, completely oblivious to Harry’s silent presence. Harry watched Draco gently pumping his hand up and down his huge cock, and he realised that his mouth would love to be doing the same.

‘What am I thinking? What the hell? I do not fancy Malfoy and I do not want to suck his huge cock. I do not want to run my fingers through that perfect soft hair and I most certainly do not want to thrust my dick inside his sweet tight asshole…oh Merlin but I do!’

Harry hurriedly packed away his things and ran to his dorm. He closed the curtains on his bed and muttered a silencing charm. He ripped off his clothes and began to pump his throbbing erection with vigour. He was so turned on by the sight of dripping wet naked Malfoy that it didn’t take long to finish him off, and he came screaming Draco’s name.

“Since when did he become ‘Draco’?” Harry muttered to himself as he cleaned the cum off his stomach and sheets with a charm. ‘Since you wanted to fuck him,’ replied his brain quietly. “Oh shut up, you.” Harry retorted, and went down to dinner.

***End Flashback***


Harry was contemplating this memory, and wondering how he was going to hide his feelings from Malfoy that had been growing in the last few months since the shower incident. More importantly, how was he going to hide his masturbation and constant hard-on from him? Sighing gently, Harry left the table and went to pack his things for the trip.

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