Hot Blooded Harry

Title: Hot Blooded Harry part 3

Pairing: Harry/Oliver, Harry/Draco, Harry/Seamus, Harry/? (Others)

Rated: NC-17 over all

Warnings: Slash- male on male sex. Yup. That’s it. PWP. (Might have het in future, not sure yet)

Date editted: June 10, 2005 (I am editting this fic on here today because of grammar and mixed up word problems)

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters; J.K. Rowling is the one who does! She owns them all! I am making NO money off of this; this is merely for my perverted (and others) minds.

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When Harry came back from the locker room, rumbled looking, and school robe on backwards, Seamus had given him a knowing wink. Harry blushed brightly, and when Ron noticed the odd exchange between his roommates, he raised a brow in confusion. Harry smiled slightly, shrugged his shoulders, and then shuffled off to get ready for bed. Ron continued to watch his red-cheeked friend until the curtains around Harry’s bed were pulled around to block his view.

“What was that all about, Seamus?”

“Hm? Oh, that. Well, uh… you see, Harry’s been doing some pretty heavy training under Wood,” Seamus coughed, feeling his own cheeks tinting now.

Ron cocked his head to one side, “Yeah? So why did he look embarrassed?”

“Embarrassed? Harry? Nah!” Seamus grinned at his redheaded friend. “He’s just… exhausted, and a bit out of breath, that’s all.”

“Oh, really?” Ron’s eyes gazed back over to the closed curtains that surrounded Harry’s bed. “It looked like he was embarrassed to me.”

Seamus snickered. He hoped that Ron wouldn’t find out about Harry’s little doings, else poor Harry would get a good lecture, and he knew that Harry would never forgive him if he told Ron. If he wanted to score with Harry, he should keep his secrets.

“Well, I’m getting rather sleepy too. Tomorrow’s Friday! Big doings tomorrow night and all. Sweet dreams.” Seamus pulled his own curtains closed.

“Good night, Seamus.” Ron said. He had a feeling that something was amiss, but he decided to ask Harry about that later.

~*~

“Come on, Harry, I know you want it.”

Harry moaned softly, a purr rumbling in his throat, but he stayed tight lipped. He didn’t want to give the other boy the wrong impression. He wasn’t just anyone’s toy! Just because he had ‘come out’, didn’t mean that he was ripe for the taking. He had Oliver Wood. They had already met secretly four times in the past two weeks, and shagged like it was going out of style.

And just because the other boy brought sweets (his favorite Chocolate Frogs and Nutty Clusters), and expensive non-alcoholic wine, didn’t mean that he was easy! Where’d he get that notion?

“Please, Harry,” the other boy said, nibbling and kissing on Harry’s neck. He had his arms tightly wrapped around Harry, pressing him up against his body, showing just how much he wanted it; how much he wanted Harry.

“I…” Harry gulped. He was getting turned on, of course. This boy was very sweet, cute, and obviously very good at what he did, but that didn’t mean he had to give in. “I really can’t … I’m sorry, Justin.”

“Why?” Justin Finch-Fletchley asked, breath heavy on Harry’s flushed skin. “Is it because I had accused you in your second year of being the Slytherin heir? I did apologize for that, you know.”

“Yes, I remember that you did, but that’s not why I can’t.”

Justin huffed as he pulled back in annoyance. “Is it my looks? Am I not appealing enough to the great Harry Potter?”

“Justin!” Harry glowered. “That wasn’t nice. I think you’re handsome enough to kiss and everything, but I just can’t go around shagging everyone I see.” Harry mentally told himself that he really didn’t care about what other people thought; he just didn’t want to hurt Oliver’s feelings. Even though he had told himself over and over that he still wanted to fulfill every fantasy, as planned. It still felt wrong to be doing anything with someone else behind Oliver’s back.

“Sure, Harry,” Justin said in a morose tone. “You just come right out, saying that you’re bisexual, and then you stick your nose in the air at the thought of doing some Hufflepuff.”

Harry’s jaw dropped. “I never said that I didn’t want to do anything with you because you’re a Hufflepuff!”

“Then what’s wrong, Harry? Why are you rejecting me if I’m good looking, nice, and a good kisser?”

Harry blushed. He wasn’t sure, at first, if he should tell him about his secret meetings with Oliver Wood. He wanted to try Justin out, get a feel of what it would be like, but he felt so dirty just thinking about it.

“You don’t have a reason for rejecting me, do you?” Justin said. He leaned an elbow onto the wall above Harry’s head, and got closer to Harry’s face. He could clearly see the pink tinge in the Gryffindor’s cheeks. “Or is there someone else?”

Harry jolted a bit, wide eyed, but then tried to quell his surprise by blinking in astonishment. “Um… there is no one else. I’m not seeing anyone.”

“Then, please, Harry,” Justin moved closer, planting a small peck on Harry’s lips. Harry kissed back politely. “Please, let me be good to you. I need to touch you.” Justin snaked his hand down Harry’s body, feeling Harry’s stomach shudder from the sudden contact.

Harry had a short argument in his head about the situation, and then his hormones won. He felt his knees going weak when Justin placed his mouth over his again, kissing in earnest. Harry was thankful that the abandoned classroom that they decided to use for their meeting had a silence charm placed around it, plus there was a lock spell on the door, just in case.

They didn’t have much time, not like he had with Oliver, so he knew that this wasn’t going to be as relaxing as his first time.

“Okay, but we need to make this quick,” Harry panted. He could already feel himself growing hard from the gentle ministrations Justin was doing to him. “Dinner is in a half an hour. People will wonder where we’ve been.”

Justin nodded, getting the hint, and then started to unbutton Harry’s trousers. Just the slight contact and accidental brushes against the bulge in his trousers were making him even more aroused. Harry silently wondered if Justin wasn’t a virgin, and had done things like this before. He also wondered how he didn’t know that the other boy was gay. Deciding not to think too much on it, he leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes, waiting for Justin to make his move.

The moment Harry felt the cool air from the classroom hit his exposed skin, he heard Justin gasped. Curiously, Harry peered down to see why Justin had sounded so surprised. He watched as Justin was eying his arousal with a rather shocked look on his face. “What’s wrong?” he rasped out.

“H-Harry… I had no idea…”

Harry blinked, “What? You had no idea about what?”

“H-How were you able to hide this in the confinement of your trousers for so long?” Justin licked his lips. “Let me guess… magic, right? You had to always use a reducing charm on yourself every day, didn’t you?”

“No,” Harry said, feeling a bit astonished and flattered at the same time. “I didn’t use any charm on myself. I don’t know why you’re so surprised about it. It’s just my penis.”

“And a pretty large penis, might I add,” Justin said, still sounding amazed. “Harry Potter’s penis, in all its erect glory.”

Harry blushed. “Look, it’s not that special, ok? It’s just my private bit.”

“Yes, a rather HUGE bit too.” Justin ran his hand slowly up to the tip of Harry’s erection, squeezed it, and then slid his hand back down to the base. “It looks delicious.” Justin licked the head with the tip of his tongue, tasting a drop of pre-come. “I was right. It is.” He engulfed the head of Harry’s cock into his mouth and hummed.

With one hand behind him, to hold himself steady, and one hand on the back of Justin’s head, Harry shut his eyes in bliss. He had to hand it to Justin; he did have a pretty good mouth. He flexed his fingers in Justin’s hair, forcing him to take him in deeper. He didn’t want to come out as a bastard, but he knew that if they didn’t hurry, they would be late for dinner in the Great Hall.

Justin whimpered slightly from the way Harry was treating him, but he felt himself get harder from it. Harry grabbed at the back of his head with both hands and started to push his cock in further. Justin let him, opening his throat as best he could. He let Harry have his way with his mouth, letting him fuck it the way he wanted to.

“Oh, Justin…” Harry moaned, throwing his head back. He gripped Justin tighter as he began to thrust a bit harder in Justin’s warm, wet mouth. He felt the Hufflepuff gag, but he didn’t let up until he came deep into his throat. Justin choked it all down. “Sorry, Justin,” Harry said quickly, “but we have to get to the Great Hall.”

Justin frowned but he nodded in understanding, “It’s ok, Harry.” He adjusted his erection, which was tenting in his trousers. Harry noticed it, and he smiled slightly.

“I’ll take care of that after supper,” Harry said, seductively. “Are you able to keep it until then?”

Justin’s eyes went wide, “What? Keep my erection?? I-I’m not sure…”

“I know.” Harry said, taking out his wand from his robe. He pointed it to the bulge in Justin’s pants and murmured a spell. “There. Now you’ve got a permanent hard on until I make you come.” Harry smiled wickedly. Justin looked forlorn.

~*~

What happened during dinner wasn’t what Justin anticipated. Just as he was about to finish off his dessert, he felt rough hands undoing his trousers, underneath the table. Justin let out a small squeak, getting some other Hufflepuffs’ attention.

“What’s wrong, Justin?” Ernie asked his flushed friend.

“Oh, uh… well,” Justin put a hand under the table and came in contact with a head of messy hair. He moved his hand down around to the front of the person’s face, and unmistakably found a pair of round glasses. He gulped, “I’m fine… just… um… thinking about having another piece of pie, that’s all.”

“More Pie? I swear, Justin, you’re metabolism will catch up to you, and you’ll be fat before you know it. Then Harry really won’t notice you.”

Justin eeped softly, from both what Ernie said, and what Harry was doing between his legs. “Oh, I think he’s noticed me. I talked to him before dinner.”

“Oh? Is that so?” Hannah said, finishing off the last bit of her pumpkin juice. “And just what did he say? That you weren’t his type?”

“No, he didn’t say that.” Justin frowned, but then his cheeks tinted a brilliant shade of pink when Harry’s tongue twirled around the end of his freed erection. He scooted as close to the table as he could, giving Harry more of his private area, and making sure no one saw what was going on underneath.

“What did he say then?” Ernie asked. Justin rolled his eyes; the boy could be so nosy!

“We just talked. I told him how I felt and stuff. Um… he said that he thought I was good looking and um… well, I kissed him.” Justin blushed.

“You kissed him??” Hannah shrieked.

Justin gasped and jumped. Harry had pinched his leg, really hard. Apparently, Harry didn’t like the fact that he told them that out loud, so Justin tried to fix his mistake. Not only that, but Harry stopped licking and stroking him, as if he were going to leave him hanging. Justin panicked.

“Well, it was a small kiss… just a little one, really. Harry was quite shy. Uh… he’s not sure if he wants to start a relationship with me, so we decided to leave it for now. He was supposed to talk to me later, after dinner.”

“Well, it looks like he’s left without you, cause he’s not at the Gryffindor table.”

“Oh, er, I know,” Justin said, thinking quickly. “He said that he was going to his room first, and I was to meet him at the usual place, where we talked last time.”

Harry’s hand resumed then, getting Justin’s legs to turn into jelly. It was like getting an award for good behavior.

“He better be nice to you,” Hannah said, looking very serious. “Saviour of the wizarding world or not, he’s no match for a woman’s scorn!”

Justin smiled at his friend’s protectiveness, and from the way Harry was sucking him off. “Oh, believe me, Hannah. Harry is a very nice guy.”

~*~

“Where did you disappear off to?” Hermione asked with her hands on her hips. Harry smiled softly, trying to appear innocent, and not have that ‘just got some’ look.

“Honestly, Hermione!” Ron said when he appeared behind Harry, “does Harry have to tell you everything? He needs his space too, you know.”

Harry turned around and gave his best mate an appreciative smile. Ron smiled back.

“It’s nothing, Hermione,” Harry said as nonchalant as he could. “Just having a chat with Justin. Can’t I be nice to others from different houses?”

“Oh, Harry,” she got closer to Harry, looking apologetic. “I didn’t mean to seem nosy. I just worry about you.”

Harry leaned forward and placed a small kiss on her cheek, “I know. Thanks, Hermione.”

She blushed. Ron looked at his friend in some shock with a raised brow.

~~~

Saturday morning, Quidditch practice, and Harry was very excited about it, indeed. He got to fly and ogle all the other players. He grabbed his broomstick and made his way out to the pitch. Players from all the other teams were there this morning, doing stunts and racing. There were a lot of Slytherin players, Harry realized. Harry smiled, wondering if Malfoy was there or not. The moment he took to the sky, he scanned the air for the attractive blond boy.

Just as Harry found the familiar scowl and pointed features, Oliver flew in his line of sight, smiling at him. Harry smiled back.

“You’ve made it,” Wood said, as if he didn’t think that Harry would be up in time for some practice. “Want to help me practice some moves?”

It was an innocent enough question, but Harry felt his groin stir from the insinuated innuendo. He shifted slightly on his broom. “Sure.”

They did as intended, at first, doing dips and tricky dives, and then when Oliver signaled for Harry to follow him, he did. They landed next to the broom shed, and then Oliver beckoned for Harry to continue following him. They went around to the other side of the shed where Harry thought that that was where they would be doing their usual activity, but Wood kept walking on and over to the back of the Quidditch stands. Harry continued to follow the older boy, wondering what he had in mind. Oliver stopped under a deserted and clean one.

“Okay, Harry,” he whispered, gently placing a hand behind Harry’s head, “this area looks good. How do you want it? On all fours, or would you rather be on top?”

“Top. I don’t feel like explaining why I have grass stains on my Quidditch robes.”

“Top it is.” Wood grinned. He leaned forward and took Harry’s lips in his. They kissed for a bit before Wood laid himself down onto the ground, taking out his wand. Harry instantly undid his trousers, feeling only slightly aroused at the time, but he knew that he would get very hard soon once he felt Oliver inside of him. He slipped his pants down around his ankles, and then straddled Wood’s abdomen.

Oliver moved down and started to undo his trousers the same time he slowly started to play with Harry. Harry bent over and gave Oliver a passionate kiss, groaning loudly from the way he was touching him. Oliver took his wand, did a lubrication spell, and then slowly slid his oiled wand inside of Harry’s body. Harry pushed himself down onto Wood’s lubed wand, gasping when it touched that Spot in his body. Harry bit his bottom lip, forcing himself not to be loud.

“Ready?” Wood asked softly. Harry nodded, more eager now to feel Oliver’s hard cock in him.

Wood slid his wand out and then quickly replaced it with his lubed erection. It hurt a bit as it stretched Harry’s ring of muscle, but the feeling of it being inside flooded Harry with relief. He didn’t understand why, but he really enjoyed the feeling of a cock deep in him. The pain was easy to deal with as long as he kept himself a bit loose, and got fucked at least once a day. Harry was still slightly open from Justin, but the loyal, on-the-side lover didn’t have a cock nearly as thick as Oliver’s.

Harry was soon bouncing up and down, hands splayed on the grass on either side of Oliver’s body, head thrown back in complete rapture, and legs spread apart as far as they could go. Wood had his knees up, ass almost off of the ground as he met Harry’s, and hands on Harry’s thighs. He had the urge to slow Harry down, but he wasn’t sure if he really wanted to. He wanted to delay the climax as long as possible, but the way Harry was fucking his cock; he knew he wouldn’t last too long.

The sound of slapping skin was becoming louder by the second, the harder Harry bounced. And the harder Harry bounced, the more he started to make panting noises. It was driving Oliver insane with lust, and he grabbed Harry’s shoulders and forced him down to kiss him roughly. Harry went with the kiss, but broke it too quickly for Oliver’s liking, and made a strangled cry. Harry was moving his body up and down, sliding his erection against Wood now as he continued to ride his cock. It slipped in and out so easily, that when it accidentally slipped out, it didn’t take Harry much to get it back in.

Harry didn’t stop or slow down much at all, and before Oliver could warn him, he came inside, and outside because Harry kept bouncing. Come slipped its way out of Harry’s body, and dripped from his tailbone and balls. Harry sat up, keeping Oliver’s softening penis in him as he stroked himself. The vision was beautiful, making Oliver smile widely as he watched. Harry opened his mouth in a silent cry, and then he came all over his hand and on the front of Oliver’s Quidditch robes.

“You’re amazing, Harry,” Oliver sighed, “Amazing in every way.”

“Thanks,” Harry blushed. He didn’t think he’d get tired of hearing Oliver’s sweet comments. “We better go, though, before Ron wonders where I’ve been.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

Harry leaned forward, placing a small kiss on Oliver’s lips, and then got up to dress. Oliver stuffed himself back in, cleaned up the front of his robe with a spell, and then begun to walk back to the pitch.

Oliver left first, but Harry had to retrieve his broom from behind the shed. As he approached, he finally noticed a blond headed boy leaning up against the shed with a real nasty smirk on his face. Harry froze.

“Well, well, Potter. What an interesting thing to find while putting away one’s broom. I must say that you’re getting sloppy these days. You didn’t even have a silencing charm around the two of you.”

Harry glared, “I don’t care what you think, Malfoy.”

“You don’t? Well, you should. I just overheard Macmillan talking about how you and Finch-Fletchley started seeing one another. So, what happened to your Hufflepuff boyfriend, Potter? Wasn’t good enough for you? Doesn’t fuck you as good as Wood does?”

“Sod off, Malfoy.” Harry snarled. He yanked his broom from the shed and started to walk away.

“Don’t think I won’t tell your other boyfriend what I saw, Potter. It won’t be very good for your reputation, would it?”

Harry halted. He closed his eyes, and without turning around he said, “No one would believe you.”

“Oh? Wouldn’t they?” Malfoy said. Harry could just hear the smarminess in his voice. “I think I have very good evidence, actually.” Harry did turn then, and gave Malfoy a look that dared him to go on. Malfoy did. “Yes, I have enough blackmail against you, Potter, that not only would you lose Finch-Fletchley, but you’d probably lose Wood. I’m guessing that you had Wood first? So, if he knew about the Hufflepuff, he’d stop seeing you completely, wouldn’t he? And Finch-Fletchley would dump you for fucking Wood behind his back. Then where would you get your jollies, Potter? Would you go to Weasley? Or perhaps you’d try for some Ravenclaw meat?”

“You are treading on very thin ice, Malfoy.” Harry was now seeing red.

“Oh, you want me to stay quiet, Potter? How about we make a deal? I won’t squeal on you if you suck my cock.”

Harry raised a brow, “That’s it? That’s all you want?” He was about to laugh.

“Maybe. Maybe I want the whole package.”

“I never thought you’d want to do anything with a guy.”

“Oh, I’m not gay or anything. I just want to humiliate you in any way I can, and if that means to see you choking on my dick, then so be it.” Draco walked up to Harry, who was gripping his broom tightly. “It’s either that, or I could fuck you so hard that you’d be spitting out my come.”

“I think you’re just a horny bastard,” Harry said through his teeth.

“Well, it’s either sex, or I tell. Either way it’ll be fun to see the look on your face.”

Harry shook his head, not totally believing what he was hearing. “I must have pinched your ass harder than I thought. Okay, Malfoy, you’ve got a deal. I’ll meet you tonight after everyone’s gone to bed. Meet me… um… do you know where Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom is?”

Draco raised an eyebrow, “Yeah. Why would we want to do it in a girl’s bathroom? Not only that, but one with HER in there?”

“Because,” Harry smirked. “She’ll tell me anything. Even the password for the prefect’s bathroom.”

~TBC~