Literature, Smut, and Adult Themes

We are trying something different now...in order to better explain how the boys got so brave for their confrontation, we must understand what happened to them over the summer. First, we here Draco’s experience, from his own lips...

The day that Father brought home the Cup Tickets, I had been in a rather depressed mood; my summer had been thus far been depressing, as everyday he would recall stories of Voldemort to mark the Dark Lord’s sure return. When that idiot, Peter Pettigrew, came by for shelter, I was shunned out of the house, and I quickly learned how willing Our Side was to give up loved ones for Voldemort’s plans.

Instead of leave, though, I walked out to the grounds, and then snuck up the vines to the second floor bathroom. Having not had a good wank in a week, I stripped quickly and decided a hot bath was in order. A quick silencio left me my privacy, and within minutes the tub was filled. Jumping in was an absolute relief, and it took no time at all to get hard.

It was then that I remembered my experience last year, with Alcibiades...and that I hadn’t been able to find him since then. The lever from before was suddenly, once again, available, and I pulled it. Once again, a passage opened, I swam through, and found myself again in the marble room.

Something had changed, however; where once there were statues lining the room were statues of remarkably lewd women. I’ve seen Greek nudes, but these girls were...it was basically pornography! Much to my dismay, I softened.

“Draco!” A voice called out, whose I recognized instantly; it was him!

“Alcibiades,” I replied, looking around for that beautiful boy.

“Turn around,”

I spun around, and there he was, lying casually on a white couch, bare as the day he was born. Somehow he had known to transform from statue to human before I had shown up, and I was all the more thankful – both of us were rock hard, our cocks weeping with precum.

“Long time no see,” he commented as I rose out of the water, walking up to join him. He sat up on the couch, and I took a seat beside him.

“That’s because I haven’t been able to find the fucking lever!” I chuckled. Bad as I wanted to reach out and grab his exposed erection, I held back my hormones and hands.

“It changes its location in the house, Draco...didn’t you know that?”

“Obviously not,”

After a moment’s pause, he continued, “so what brings you here now?”

“Voldemort’s rising again, and my dad wants to get me in on it...but I don’t want to,” I looked around the room, shivering slightly.

“Is that all?” he asked, staring me in the eyes.

God, he had gorgeous eyes...I was lost in them for a moment, before breaking my gaze.

“No,” I said sheepishly.

“Who is it?” he giggled; his curly hair bounced slightly, and I lost my train of thought. He then grabbed my cock, and I was immediately back in the conversation.

“I am finding myself...creaming my bed over Harry Potter,” I admitted.

“What are you doing in your dreams?”

“Just...uh...” it was embarrassing to be so easy to get off, but no one
would ever talk to Alcibiades about me, so “we were kissing,”

“And it’s happened...”

“17 times”

“Hmm...” He paused. Standing up, he waved his cock in front of my face, pulled back on his foreskin once, and then dove into the pool. After he surfaced, he beckoned me to follow, which I did without delay. Once I was up for air, he grabbed me, pressed our bodies together, joining our erections, and kissed me full on the lips.

“Fuck, yeah...” I moaned into his mouth, moving my hands up and running them through his hair.

“Okay,” he suddenly pushed me away and swam to the other side of the pool.

“What the fuck?” I asked in disbelief, treading water across from him, hard as steel.

“Are you happy?”

Fucking duh! “More than happy...until you shoved me away!”

“That’s not what I meant. You were feeling pleasurable...but were you, or are you happy?”

“What’s happiness, then?”

“Oh, geez,” he shook his head slightly, “Okay...why do you do stuff?”

“Like...”

“Play Quidditch, or jerk off, or read a book?”

I paused for a second, before responding with the obvious, “to win the
game, to cum, and to finish the book,”

“So, it’s all for an end, right?”

“Yeah,”

I was horny, hard, and wanting to get off. However, somehow he sensed this and I could no longer move. I was frozen in a buoyant position, left only to converse.

“So, what’s the end of dreaming about kissing Harry?”

“Uh...”

Good question, I thought to myself, “to touch him?”

“Which would lead to...”

“blowing him, having him blow me?”

“Which would lead to...”

“Fucking, and then cumming.”

“And that would lead to...”

“Me being happy...uh, pleasured,”

“Good!” He smiled, and suddenly his spell was lifted. He bolted forward in the water, kissed me again, and then sunk beneath the water. His lips closed around my cock and for the second time in my life, I got a blow job.

Well, the first didn’t really count, because it was for two seconds...
His experienced tongue did its job, and within a minute I came into his mouth...it was more than usual, but he was more than happy to suck me dry. Pulling himself up by my shoulders, he kissed me again, allowing me to taste myself on his tongue...it wasn’t half bad.

“Okay...usually when you cum, the room makes you leave. But you won’t be leaving til we get somewhere,” he said. I suddenly noticed the water around him bubbling, and as I peered down, I could see him furiously pumping away...he shot his seed into the water, and for a moment I watched it as it shot towards me, before disintegrating.

“What do you want to talk about?” I asked, lying sated in the water.

“Do animals feel pleasure?”

“Yeah,”

“Then should that be the end of our actions, if we share it with the animals?”

“I suppose not,”

“What can we do that animals can’t?”

“Do magic!”

“Animals have magical potential,” he corrected me.

“Okay...we can think,”

“Right,” he nodded, “so then wouldn’t being with Harry as a thinking couple...you know, like a relationship, be better for you?”

“But...I feel so horny around him!”

“So, enjoy it, but realize that it is not what’s really going to make you happy,”

Suddenly, the words of my Father’s “the talk” came back into my head: if ever you see a boy liking another boy, treat them as you would any mudblood. They are no better than muggles, as they can’t conceive a new wizard, pureblood or not.

“But, he’s a guy. Isn’t it wrong to like him?”

He seemed taken aback by this, but recovered the next moment, “If you fail a test, and you feel angry, does anyone hold it against you?”

“Not if I keep my anger quiet,”

“And does anyone criticize you for the ability to feel angry?”

“Of course not...that would be stupid!”

“But if you punch through a desk, will people look down on you,”

“Yeah,”

“However, if you used that anger to study harder and ace the next test, would people still look down on you?”

“No...they’d probably say my anger was good,”

“Ah!” Alcibiades swam to the stairs and pulled himself out of the water...again, my mind went blank as I watched the drops of water rolling down his smooth back, over his arse, down his legs...I watched the tip of his cock swing between his legs as he ...

“Therefore, if you feel attracted to Harry, don’t feel bad – it’s a good thing! If you come to an awesome relationship, then no one can truly criticize you unless they are ignorant, but if you become a gay hooker, you will be disregarded.”

Wow, I smiled, slowly swimming towards the steps, he’s quite right.

“So go after Harry...who knows, he might be at the Cup!”

“You’re right,” I said, bolting up to him. I tackled him down on the couch, and pressed our erections against one together. Using my spit for lube, I reached down and grabbed them together. My pace was slow at first, but I sped up in time and soon we were cumming again, spraying all over one another. Cum shot as far as our necks, and I blacked out after I was finally finished spraying.

When I woke up, I was back in the bathroom, in a towel. I changed, and then went off to my room. I spent the weeks leading up to the Cup practicing how I was going to grab Potter...uh, Harry’s...attention.

Next time: Harry’s point of view