One Night in Hogwarts

I reckon I hadn't done too badly for my first time at it. Besides, I didn't want Pansy to think she'd been first. Wouldn't do to let her get too cocky. But despite using the Mudblood's underthings to clean up, I was sweaty and smelled of oil and sex and library dust, so I headed for a fast wash before I met up with my lady-love.



Of course, not being a prefect any more, I wasn't supposed to be using the Prefects' bathroom, but no-one had changed the password. I slipped in and stripped, and set the tub to "Cedar-Scented" before settling into the bubbles. To tell the truth, I'd used a few too many bubbles, and the foam was rather high, but it was still relaxing, and I leaned back and let the water do its job. My arms lay back on the rest at the side, pushing away the bottles of skin lotion and baby oil left there by previous bathers.



And like a dill of a Hufflepuff, I'd forgotten to lock the door. I luckily heard a voice saying "Pine Fresh" outside, and huddled back into the bubbles, seeing a tall red-headed character slip into the room.



Weasley. Crap.



He was taken aback at seeing the tub bubbly already.



"Anyone here?"



I kept silent, and he obviously decided he was the only one around as he stripped and slipped in in a moment, head under the water the back up again in a flurry of foam. I kept my own head far enough down to not be noticed, and besides, the git was always so self-centred that he wouldn't notice a Devil's Snare wrapping itself around him unless it was holding a Quaffle. But the next part was interesting.



He looked around once more, then his right hand disappeared under the foam, and his eyes closed and his head tilted back with a look of extreme pleasure. I'm not exactly stupid, and I could tell he was wanking away to some amazing fantasy, but the words that came out of his mouth next threw me...



"Oh yes, come on you rotten little ferret, take me, go on..."



Ferret.



The name he called me more than once after that git of a Professor Not-Moody...



This was too good to be true. I took advantage of his inattention to sidle around the bath until I was right beside him, then slid my hand under the bubbles and wrapped it around his.



Ok, that got his attention. His eyes flew open, and he looked at me in utter shock before losing his footing and slipping under the water. A moment later he was back up again, backing away from me and looking around in a very panicked manner.



"You rotten little git. You filthy eavesdropping little …"



"Don't lie to me, Weasley. You were wishing I was here. Maybe that's why I am. Maybe your filthy little fantasies called me."



"Liar." He stopped looking so panicked, but was still starting to clamber out of the tub. That arse of his … I don't normally go for redheads, but the sight of that taut arse, toned by years of Quiddich, sent a small jolt through my own backside that had my cock twitching.



"Maybe. But you've got your chance now. No-one else is going to know."



He stopped, and turned back to look at me. I was in the process of slipping my hand down to my own cock, and I smiled in the most lascivious way I could imagine.



"Face it, Weasley. I've seen you watching me in the changerooms after Quiddich practice. I've seen your cock in the school toilets. And I saw you just then, and heard what you said."



He paused for a moment, then peered suspiciously at me. "What do you want?"



"It depends. What do you want? Just a mutual wank? My mouth on your fat dick? Or maybe yours on mine." I stood up on the seat that ran around on the inside of the bath, and let the soapsuds run down my erect cock, while I ran my hands up and down my body. "And I'm the one being a bad boy here, so I won't be saying a word either."



I didn't get much more of a say, either. With a roar he launched himself across the tub, and I found myself pushed back against the rim of the tub, his mouth on my hardening cock and his own hands fully occupied at the same time.



The sensation of his mouth on my dick was incredible, better even than Pansy's had been earlier. He licked and sucked it like he'd been dreaming of this for years, which he probably had. His left hand was gently cupping my balls and rubbing along the skin between them and the shaft, and he must have been jerking himself off with the other hand, because it was only a minute or so later that he damn well stopped and collapsed with a groan on the side of the tub.



I prodded him with my foot, and he pushed himself up to sitting. "Sorry, ferret. That was wicked."



"Leaving me unsatisfied is wicked. What the hell do you think you're going to do about it?"



"What can I do? I'm spent. Wasted." He turned around to push himself out of the tub, but I was reminded of Granger and her pose on the desk. It took just a moment to slip behind him and put a hand on the small of his back, stopping his exhausted clamber.



"OI!"



"Wait, Weasley. I promise you that you'll enjoy it."



I grabbed that baby oil nearby, and started dripping it down the redhead's arse-crack. He wiggled – the oil was a little cold – and yet didn't really try to escape.



"Do you know what you're doing with that, ferret? You need to be careful."



"And you sound like you've done this before. So, have you?" I set down the bottle, and slid my fingers down the arse crack and along to the little hole there. One finger gently rubbed around the outside, then slipped in, the oil lubricating its gentle way along as Weasley wiggled and moaned.



"Not. Exactly oh god oh god that feels so good."



"So tell me, and I'll keep on doing it." I stopped holding him in place, and dripped a few more drops onto my fingers.



"Is that still just one finger? Ohhh – I've been reading – we found Sirius's porn collection – ohhh  that's a second finger isn't it? Move it... more … I stole them and read them, and I've been dreaming of doing this..." I moved the two fingers in and out, and twisted them around, loosening the muscles gently. I didn't want him to back off now, and my own cock was getting really hard at the idea. A third finger joined the other two, and the passage felt really oily and slippery.



"Dreaming of what, exactly?"



"Of being fucked in the arse. Of having a big, thick cock push into me. And of taking Herm ... of having sex with some girl and taking her arse too, while someone else fucks her from the front."



I slipped my fingers out and positioned my cock, then pushed slowly at the opening. It gave fairly well, and the tight ring slipping down the length of my cock was just amazing. I hadn't thought I had much more in me, but this was amazing. My hands were on Weasley's hips, pulling him towards me and burying myself tighter.



He groaned, and gasped a little as my full length slid in, but one hand was soon bracing himself against the side of the tub as the other fisted his own long, skinny cock. The bathroom walls echoed the grunts as I plunged in, taking my pleasure in a way I hadn't expected. I leaned over him and whispered "Is this what you dreamed of? My cock hard inside you, your hand on your own cock?"



And at that, he yelled and came, his knees buckling a little, but I held him up as I finished myself, my cock both sore and tingling, and barely able to cope with the feeling of the bathwater on it as it slipped out of his arse and into the foamy water around it.



I climbed out of the bathtub, Weasley still panting and holding onto the edge. "Not a word, Weasley, and I'll not tell about you either." I dressed quickly and left him there.