Seduction Costume

The second chapter if finally finished! I've finally got down a plot written down somewhere. Thanks to everyone again for reading, especially to those who've reviewed.
Although it may seem Draco/Harry in this chapter, no worries, it will end in Fenrir/Harry, but maybe not in a way people would expect. Also, to Briarrows69, your review was really helpful, and yes, this will not be a Fenrir and Harry are mates story. Though I enjoy reading them, I just can't see myself writing one.

This chapter didn't come out the way I had hoped it would, but it's a hurdle I have to get over before really getting the plot through. The upcoming chapters won't have a lot of smut in it as the first two chapters, but rather will focus on the plot. Also, look forward to a couple of chapters through Fenrir's point of view and exactly what he was doing outside in the forest before meeting Harry.

Again, till next time,
skim

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Something was licking his face. Harry didn’t want to open his eyes, feeling a rough tongue lap the left side of his face. He could feel saliva dripping down the side of his face, slowly running down the side of his neck. The grass was wet with dew, and the early sun was rising above the forest.

Then, Harry remembered he was naked.

His stomach churned as Harry remembered with great guilt the pleasure he had indulged in last night. Although no longer a virgin, he blushed furiously as the teen recalled coarse fingers that caressed the curve of his rear and prodded his opening. Harry could feel the ghost touches on his skin and shivered. The pleasure that overwhelmed his senses. He had given in too easily, had lost control, and had betrayed himself, his friends, particularly Bill, and in some way, Draco. Harry felt cheap. However, he needed to move on.

His eyes opened as he abruptly sat up and startled whatever was licking him. He looked to his left, right, and front, spotting flattened grass that formed a shape of a large man who no longer was there. Instead of Fenrir Greyback, a wild brown spotted dog peered at Harry while wagging its tail and panting. Harry was so confused and very sore. Harry scratched his head and got up.

The remains of his costume were strewn all over the place and looked more like rags than a skirt and top. His gloves were twisted and stained. He could smell a musty scent on everything and himself, an oh so lovely aftereffect of last night’s activities.
The dog panted and whined, pawing the ground as if in anticipation of something. The teen eyed the horny dog warily. Apparently, the dog had picked up the scent of sex and followed it to Harry. While keeping an eye on the animal, Harry found his abandoned top a few feet away from him and slipped in on.

The lace irritated his skin. Realizing his skirt would not stay up, the teen made a makeshift belt with the ruined gloves and tied it around his waist. He could see himself, a dirty, barefoot guy wearing tattered lingerie. The boy winced. He needed to find a change of clothes and take a shower before anyone saw him. Harry couldn’t return to Hogsmeade or Hogwarts.

Appearing at the Burrow would most likely result in an awkward situation with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, something he wanted to avoid. Explaining exactly why he was wearing scandalous clothing and reeking of sex was not what he wanted to do. They would cart him away to St. Mungos for sure. The last place Harry could think of was Grimmauld, his last place of salvation. He could easily apparate there, and no one would be able to see him, except of Kreacher, who wore nothing but rags himself. Harry was pretty sure he could deal with one elf then a shocked Mrs. Weasley or the leering inhabitants of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts.

Recalling the three D’s, destination, determination, and deliberation, Harry felt a cold rush of wind. Blackness curled around Harry as the unfamiliar forest faded from his sight. With a small pop, Harry disappeared.

As light filled his vision, Harry could make out the Black family tree upon the wall. He was in the drawing room, which was less dusty than before. The glass on the cabinets was polished, and the sofa, once stained and yellow with age, was restored to its original white. The dead puffskeins were gone, and the curtains were replaced.
Since the end of last year, Kreacher had taken a shine to his new master and could not stand the “shameful” state Grimmauld Place was in. On the few occasions Harry stopped by to look over old photographs of his parents and Sirius, the house changed dramatically each time. When Harry first returned, new wallpaper coated the walls of the ground floor where the portrait of Mrs. Sirius sported new velvet curtains. Other portraits that were blackened by time were touched up. The second time, the kitchen sparkled in his face, and a crackling fire prepared by Kreacher warmed the whole basement. Grimmauld Place underwent a great transformation. The only things that remained constant with Kreacher and his den.

Still donning the pitiful loincloth, Kreacher greeted Harry as Harry climbed down the stairs, “Master has returned before Kreacher could prepare breakfast.” Harry still felt uncomfortable around the elf, but was compelled to treat nicely as Hermione admonished him to do. The raven-haired boy greeted back.

“It’s alright Kreacher. I only need a change of clothes and a shower before I’m off.” Harry put some effort into smiling. Kreacher didn’t even bat an eyelash at his master’s state of dress before bowing.

“Kreacher will bring Master clothes and prepare breakfast.”
Harry watched the elf slink away. He continued down the stairs and tiptoed past Mrs. Black’s painting. Quietly walking down the end of the hall, Harry spotted the bathroom. He opened the door and stepped onto the tile floor, closing the door behind him. He undressed. Stepping into the shower, Harry turned the hot and cold knobs until a spray of steaming water hit him.

The water felt good and soothed the tension in his muscles. His bottom was still sore and caused discomfort whenever Harry walked. The soreness brought back memories of last night. Guilt swelled in the pit of his stomach again. He wasn’t sure what to do. Should I talk to someone about this? Even I don’t know what came over me last night. I can’t talk to Ron about this. Hermione might have some good advice, but then again…

Images flashed in his head, and Harry could feel blood rushing downward. He was aroused. I can’t believe it! Not this again. Harry looked downward at the cause of all his problems. Deciding to ignore it, Harry gathered some soapy suds in his hand and began washing himself. He started at his neck, rubbing the slippery substance all around. He fingered the bony bumps of his clavicle and grazed down his chest, circling his nipples. The teen took a moment to rinse off the soap before moving onto the rest of his body.
He reached behind his back as far as he could before stopping right above the curve of his bum. After last night, Harry knew he would have to reach in there. Gritting his teeth, Harry slowly delved a soapy finger between his cheeks. It hurt. He waited until the initial pain subsided before slowly slipping his finger in further. His groin twitched. I’m only cleaning myself he thought as he twisted his finger inside. Harry bit back a moan as he accidently brushed against his prostrate.

Warm water ran down his arm and hand, dripping down his finger, eventually reaching his crack. He writhed as he “accidently” rubbed against the spot again. He was losing his resolve again. Harry slowly got down to his knees while pushing his finger deeper inside. His other hand slowly crept down to his groin, softly touching his erection. He couldn’t keep on doing this, no matter how much he wanted it. This was wrong, masturbating to the image of Fenrir Greyback pounding Harry.

He willed himself to think of Draco only. He tried to picture his finger as Draco’s. He imagined that his hand on his cock was the blonde’s, fisting himself with more enthusiasm. Water continued to rain down upon Harry’s face. His mouth was now gaped open, warm water filling his mouth.

He had three fingers inside of him now. His other hand moved rapidly up and down. Like last night, Harry felt the pleasure building up inside of him. Though, when he finally came and rode out his orgasm, he realized it wasn’t the same. Kneeling upon the bottom of a bathtub wasn’t the same as lying with his back on the grass and his legs raised and spread apart. It was sinful, but amazing. It couldn’t hurt to do this by himself, he rationalized. He was alone with no one to watch him.

Leaving the shower on still, Harry lied down on his back. The hard feel of the tub wasn’t as welcoming as the grass, but he ignored it. Harry spread his legs and lifted both onto both sides of the tub, letting them hang over. He reached down over his groin and back to his stretched entrance. This position and touch felt more familiar, and his cock quickly swelled again. He thrust his hips upwards, savoring the feel of something deep inside him. His other hand moved to his mouth. Sucking on three of his fingers, he began thinking of the sloppy kiss he had shared with Fenrir.

He stopped. He didn’t want to think about the werewolf right now and replaced the werewolf with Draco. He moved his fingers expertly around his own tongue, pretending it was Draco’s tongue that wrapped around his own. He could almost feel a comforting weight upon him, something thick and hard pushing deeper into himself.

The two were in an empty classroom. Harry was sitting upon one of the desks with his legs parted. Draco stood between Harry’s thighs, the blonde’s face looming closer to Harry’s own blushing face. Draco gently pressed his lips to Harry’s. Harry was nervous, unsure of what to do and could not relax into the kiss. Draco murmured that it was alright and brought his lips down Harry’s neck, nibbling on the soft delicate skin. The raven-haired teen tensed up a bit before relaxing into Draco’s arms. Bringing his hands around Draco’s neck, Harry brought his lips to the top of the blonde’s head and gently kissed the top of Draco’s head.

Draco smelled like old spice. Draco could feel Harry relax and decided to try kissing him again, licking Harry’s bottom lip. Harry complied, opening his mouth slightly for Draco. Draco savored Harry’s mouth, exploring the other teen’s mouth.

A pair of hands slipped under Harry’s black robe and slowly roamed his body. One hand massaged Harry’s thigh while the other circled Harry’s right nipple until it became a hard bud. Suddenly, Harry gasped into the kiss as the hand pinched the nipple before caressing it again. Draco broke the kiss as he slowly licked down the side of Harry’s face and neck while parting open Harry’s robe. Draco bit down on Harry’s collarbone, leaving a swollen bitemark on the skin. Harry’s hands tugged at Draco’s hair when Draco moved further down. He could feel a moist tongue tease his nipple. Draco wrapped one arm around Harry’s trembling body and allowed the other rest on Harry’s covered crotch, massaging the growing erection.

“Draco…” Harry breathed as he felt the hand press against his aching arousal. Draco pulled back from Harry’s chest and grinned.
“Touch me, Harry. Use your hands to feel me.” Draco removed Harry’s hands from his hair and brought him down to his face. He kissed each one. “Harry, don’t be afraid. Explore.”

Harry could feel heat emanating from Draco’s body that waited for his touch. Timidly, Harry pulled at the other’s robes, letting them fall. Harry stared at the snow-white skin that seemed to glow in the light. He brought one hand to Draco’s shoulder, sliding one finger down the side of Draco’s bicep. Harry’s touch was intimate. Bare skin touched bare skin.

Harry pulled Draco close. The blond’s thighs pressed against the side of the desk Harry sat on, and a head rested upon his shoulder. They stayed there for a moment, listening to each other’s breathing in the silent room.

This time, Harry initiated the kiss. He delved his tongue into the cavern of Draco’s mouth. The kiss was messy, but Draco returned the gesture. They battled one another, their tongues clashing against one another until Harry relented. Draco roamed around Harry’s mouth before he stopped to breathe. A strand of saliva connected the two as they parted their lips.

Harry ran his fingers down Draco’s chest, wondering if he dared to do what Draco had done to him. He copied Draco, circling a pink nipple before giving it a slight twist. Hearing a moan, Harry pulled his hand back as if it was struck. “I’m sorry. It must have hu-” Harry paused at the feel of a finger against his mouth.
“It’s okay. You’re doing fine,” Draco reassured him. “Please, go on.” Draco took Harry’s hand, moving them down to cup Draco’s bulging erection.

Harry wasn’t sure what to do. He gently began massaging Draco’s cock, occasionally fondling the blonde’s balls. Harry’s hands grew sticky as precum covered his hands. He grew more confident after hearing Draco’s encouraging grunts. Harry wrapped a hand around the shaft and fisted Draco. The other teen jerked his hips, pushing his cock into Harry’s hand in time to Harry’s strokes. Draco parted his mouth, breathing hard.
Harry was moving his hand rapidly. His thumb circled the head of the shaft, feeling it pulsing. The desk shook and tipped. With one last heave, Draco thrust forward and climaxed. Cum splattered Harry’s face as he felt the desk tip over. Everything exploded. As the brunette felt his back hit the hard floor, Draco came forward. The blonde’s eyes looked hungry, wolfish.

Harry could hear the zipper of his pants coming undone. His jeans slid down his long legs and bunched up around his ankles. Draco clawed at the white briefs Harry wore.
A warm mouth swallowed Harry’s cock. “Mmmmm” Harry moaned aloud as Draco expertly sucked on him. A tongue lingered on a large vein on the side of Harry’s erection, causing Harry to buckle. Then, the warmth disappeared. Harry whimpered at the loss. Draco ignored the whimper, freeing himself from the tight confines of his own pants.

Harry shifted himself and spread his legs. The cold marble floor was uncomfortable, but Harry allowed Draco to move on top of him. Their erections rubbed together, the delicious friction made the two teens moan. Harry wanted Draco now. “Inside me,” he pleaded, “I need you Draco.” Harry’s long legs lifted, revealing his entrance. Draco’s gray eyes looked at Harry, searching for trust in those emerald green eyes. Using his hands, Draco guided himself into Harry slowly. Harry couldn’t wait and used his legs to pull the blonde in faster. The sudden intrusion was painful, but Harry wanted Draco inside. Draco tried to set up a slow pace, but Harry urged him. Soon, both of them were rocking back and forth on the floor desperately.

Draco was sucking on his tongue as he continued to pound into Harry feverishly. The sound of skin slapping echoed throughout the room, only to be drowned out by Harry’s moans and cries. “Draco” he cried. He repeated himself over and over while Draco moaned back. Draco’s tongue lapped the side of Harry’s neck before Draco sucked on the delicate skin.

A red mark was left on Harry’s neck. Harry rolled his hips. “Faster,” Harry rasped. The pace quickened. Draco’s breath grew haggard. The blonde plunged in harder and faster. Harry joined by moving in time with Draco, lifting his hips when Draco’s came down. Slapping sounds grew louder and reverberated.

Harry was close, feeling the tightening of his balls. His hips moved up and down, hitting the hard surface of the bathtub. His body shook.

Finally, Draco climaxed and held Harry’s hips up as Draco pushed himself as far as he could inside. Draco’s balls were crushed against the cheeks of Harry’s rear. Inside, Harry tightened around Draco’s cock, and the brunette hooked his legs around Draco’s waist, refusing to let go. Harry’s cock released a spray of cum that splattered Draco’s chest. Draco’s own cum was filling Harry. The blonde quickly pulled out and moved up Harry’s body. Understanding, Harry quickly took Draco’s cock in his mouth and sucked.
Warm cum filled his throat as Draco continued fucking Harry’s mouth. Harry looked up, expecting to see kind gray eyes, but found livid golden ones staring back instead.

Harry was swallowing the warm water that fell upon his face. His cock was growing soft, and his fingers were sticky. He stayed still, letting the water wash over his body. The teen needed to catch his breath. He never masturbated so vividly before. He slowly got back up and put his hands against the wall of his shower. The eyes that he saw last belonged to Fenrir. He couldn’t stop thinking about that man. Even in my dreams, he haunts me. This needs to stop. It’s wrong. It’s –

He heard a small knock. Harry froze. He could hear Kreacher’s scratchy voice. “When Master has finished making strange noises in the shower, clothes will be waiting outside the door. Kreacher will wait for Master in the basement with breakfast.” Harry blushed furiously. Did Kreacher listen to me this whole time?! I didn’t know I was making weird noises. The teen wasn’t sure what to do anymore. He couldn’t face Kreacher while knowing that the elf knew what Harry was doing in the shower. Harry wanted to sink into the floor…

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At Kreacher’s insistence, Harry managed to stuff down some waffles and juice before heading back to Hogwarts. The elf remained silent about what had occurred earlier, and Harry decided to follow suit. He pretended nothing had happened and soon waved goodbye to the house elf. Harry apparated in Hogsmeade and walked back to the front gate of Hogwarts.

He passed by Hagrid’s hut on the way, seeing the giant tending to plants outside of the hut. Hagrid glanced over Harry’s way and waved. Smiling, Harry waved back and headed towards the castle.

The whole place was quiet. The only people awake were the house elves that were dusting parts of the castle here and there. Scraps of parchment littered the floor. Apparently, some first-year named Gregory received an A on his transfiguration assignment, while another girl, Cecilia, forgot her potions homework. Harry climbed the stairs to the boy’s dormitory. After greeting the fat lady and being admitted, Harry passed the common room and went inside his own dorms. A loud snore came from Ron’s bed.

The familiar red hair of his best friend was half buried under the covers. Harry recalled the magazines under Ron’s bed and decided never to think about those again. Neville, Dean, and Seamus, too, were sound asleep in their own beds. There was little light in this room. Streaming through the curtains, a thin beam of sunlight hit the face of Seamus. Quietly, Harry crossed the room and closed the curtains, completely blocking out all light.

He approached his own bed and sat down. His fingers stumbled when he tried to untie his shoelaces. Harry craned his neck to get a better look at his shoes. Anything to distract him from thinking about last night and this morning. He could see the many strands that made up one lace. The ties finally came undone. Harry slipped off both shoes and set them next to his bed. Tired, Harry crawled under the crimson quilt and snuggled against his pillow. He resolved to settle this later and talk to Hermione. For now, he had to sleep.



“Blimey, Harry, wake up!”
Harry groaned. Bright light hurt his eyes as Ron peered into his face. “Harry, everyone’s talking about you! They said you were at Blaise’s party last night dressed like a whore!” Ron’s hand shook Harry’s shoulder. Harry was irritated from being woken up suddenly.

“Maybe because I was.” Harry’s retort left his mouth before he even thought about it. Ron’s face blanched, and a silence followed.

“Bloody hell…Harry…I didn’t know you were into that kind of stuff…” Ron’s eyebrows rose in surprise as the red head backed away a bit.

The whole situation was getting out of control. Harry couldn’t help but grow more annoyed at the look Ron was giving Harry. It was like as if Harry had some kind of weird disease.

Pointing to the offender’s bed, Harry replied, “I didn’t know you were into that kind of stuff, Ron.” A flush matching the color of Ron’s hair colored Ron’s face.
“Those…those…well…I guess…everyone has their own habits…” A subdued Ron sat down next to Harry. “Sorry mate, I guess I just got carried away when I though people were just spreading rumors again.”

Harry smiled, “It’s fine. Part of me wishes it was a rumor.” Ron chuckled.
“You have got some guts, going to the party the way you did.”
“Yeah…well…just to let you know, it was Hermione’s idea.”
Ron was shocked again. “Hermione’s idea?” Ron was bewildered.

Deciding to tease Ron, Harry responded, “Yeah, she has a little notebook full of drawings of you and me dressed up in lingerie.” Ron’s face turned a nice shade of tomato red. “I guess she likes that kind of stuff.”

“…” All was quiet on Ron’s part. Harry patted his friend on the back before leaving for lunch. “Come on, let’s go get some food.” Hopefully, I can make it through brunch without having any confrontations. Harry sighed and departed with a flustered Ron.

Everyone in the dining hall hushed as Harry and Ron entered. Quiet giggles and sneaky glances embarrassed Harry as he quickly walked over to his usual spot. Hermione greeted them cheerfully as Ron stammered a greeting, and Harry weakly answered back. “Good morning, Hermione.”

He grabbed a large croissant and tore off a piece, avoiding everyone’s glances by looking down. Through his peripheral vision, he could see a curious Seamus staring at him from three seats away. Neville, who had been eating toast, let the piece fall onto his plate and choked on what he had been chewing on.

Harry never knew croissants tasted so good and busied himself by examining each flakey layer of his breakfast. Anything to keep his mind off of the inquiring stares around him. After a couple of minutes, the dining hall grew loud again. Whispers of “Did you hear about last night?” or “Harry Potter in lingerie!” mixed with the occasional squeals and giggles filled the air. The teen wanted to run out, but didn’t want to bring more attention to himself by leaving suddenly. Harry was stuck sitting in his chair.

“It isn’t so bad, Harry. They’ll forget about it soon enough.” Hermione turned towards him. She smiled. “Besides, the plan wasn’t a total failure.”

Harry was confused, “ What do you mean by that?”

“Harry, everyone knows about what happened last night, and I mean everyone.” She nudged towards the Slytherin table slightly and winked at Harry.

Crap Harry thought. He couldn’t bring himself to glance over to the other table, and began blushing furiously for the umpteenth time it seemed.

“He’s staring right at you.” Hermione grinned. “I knew my plan was fail proof. You have now caught the Draco Malfoy’s attention. What’s next is entirely up to him. If he’s intrigued enough, you’ll find yourself pursued by one sexy blonde.”

Harry shook his head, “No way. He’s only staring because he’s shocked and is coming up with new insults that will haunt me for the rest of this year.”

“You’ve got it all wrong Harry. I say take one good look at Malfoy.”

Harry braced himself as he slowly brought his eyes up and towards the Slytherin table. Gray eyes gazed straight back, unwavering. Harry sensed perplexity and a challenge in Draco’s eyes. Slowly, very slowly, Draco turned away, back to the Slytherin’s chortling friends.

“I’m not sure what to do Hermione.” Harry turned his attention back to his almost finished croissant.

“Just wait.” Hermione put her hand against his. “Anyways, what happened after you left the party?”

Harry stiffened. He faked a smile before replying, “I just went to Grimmauld Place to get away from there. Nothing happened.”

“Harry, it’s obvious something’s up. You’re acting a bit different today.”

“Not now, Hermione. I’ll tell you later.” Harry sneaked looks to the curious faces of Ron, Seamus, and Dean. “It’s a bit…difficult and complicated.”

Hermione nodded, “Alright.”

Harry stared back down at his empty plate. He picked up the fallen croissant flakes and wondered how to begin even telling Hermione about Fenrir Greyback and last night. His stomach growled, and Harry reached for some bacon. How could he explain to her that he had sex with the very man that nearly killed and harassed her?