Honey.

Long awaited and well over due!
The next chapter to the sexy Lockhart/Harry sweet as honey and dark as shadows fanfic!

I'm sorry its taken so long, but it has been a very long time since i started this story and I have changed as a person in that time, I have long since been not a basement dwelling fat fanfiction writing girl so its a lot of work to take time out of my day and write and add to this story.
But I know I must, for there will never be enough Gilderoy porn in the world and I have a responsibility to bring at least a little bit more into the world!

Disclaimer:
All of the characters described here are property of J.K Rowling
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Chapter 4
And yet, Harry was hopelessly trapped, before Lockhart had left, he had cast quite the strong binding spell on him and he was immobilized until the shiny man returned.
He realized that the longer he was gone, the more Harry came back to his senses, the more wrong he felt on the situation he himself was posed in. What could he have been thinking by "letting" Lockhart have his way with him? He just laid there and let that obnoxious man lap at his chest with his luscious tongue. Wait, luscious tongue?!
Harry shook his head as well as he could, trying to clear away all the lusty thoughts that still circled him in a never ending spiral.
When Lockhart had leaned in and breathed his sweet hot breath onto Harry's cheek, he had smelled something tantalizingly noxious, like a love gas of some sort!
Harry started in his prone state, that must have been it! Lockhart was using a temporary love potion on him, in some kind of breath mint form. Harry's eyebrows furrowed. He had never heard of any sort of potion, and the only way he had heard of love potions being administered was through some sort of liquid given to the victim, not through the inhaled breath of the assailant.

It was a mystery yet to be solved, and Harry had no time at all to solve it, for just as he turned his thoughts back to escaping, the familiar sounds of fluttery footsteps tiptoed back inside the room. No sooner did harry hear the door close with a muffled creak and the footsteps directed themselves towards his direction.

An illuminated, happy Lockhart peeked over the edge of the couch and smiled a toothy grin at the prone little boy.
"Harry, I see you've kept yourself comfortable while I was away, I hope you didn't miss me too much"

"Bugger off Lockhart! I know what you've done, you've cast a love spell on me, and I won't let you get away with it!" Harry suddenly shouted, using words he seldom uttered.
Gilderoy looked surprised for a moment and the smiled. "Oh your such a feisty boy aren't you" He cooed. "I'm so glad I used a silence spell on the room, aren't you? And whats this about a love spell? You don't see any potion around here do you?"
He spread his hands out gesturing that he was not holding anything. "Don't you think I would have made you drink something if I was using a love potion Harry?" He gave a fake pout. "Ooh Harry, your just confused. Your little mind has yet to know what it wants....but I do. You see, you and I are made for each other. Harry, I'll protect you, take care of you, worship you like the big star you are". Gilderoy flounced over to the front of the couch again and startled harry easily this time. "Think about it Harry, to famous people like us, we're peeerfect for each other." As he stressed the last word he ground his hips into Harry's and the boy had to bite his lip to suppress a moan.
Gilderoy leaned in towards Harry's face and grinned. "See Harry" He whispered into Harry's cringing face. "You can't help but love it, you can't help but...want it" Another grind and once again Lockhart's hot breath invaded Harry's air ways, causing him to inhale the overpowering and sweet scent of the older mans lust.
"Now Harry, how about we put all of this undeniable lust to good use?" Gilderoy hopped off of Harry and proceeded to unbutton Harry's pants, not bothered by the half hearted verbal attempts Harry was now admitting.

Harry's mind was a haze, filled with pink and gold fog and the more he tried to think clearly, the more his thoughts were invaded with very erotic images and ideas concerning his flamboyant teacher.
Gilderoy finished removing Harry's pants and the boy became aware of him now tugging on his underwear. He had to do something quick, something to get away from this nightmare of a man who had taught him had become.
He remembered a bind breaking spell that Snape had taught him during one of their late night sessions and there and been a small practice at casting it with his mind, not enough time to truly learn to do it at all, but Harry had to give it a try nonetheless. He conjured up all the mental energy he could, forcing the fog to clear for a millisecond and he said the words loud in his mind, banishing the fog into nothing.
Harry felt the bindings slip away and suddenly he was free!

Lockhart was alarmed as he should have been when a suddenly free Harry Potter, full of anger and fight kicked his feet, nearly catching him in the head. He had been ready for something like this though and had known that it would be much harder in the long run to catch the powerful wizard boy totally off guard. In the same instant that Harry tried bounding up from the couch, Lockhart drew his wand from his robe and waited for Harry, unaware to face him.
Harry at the moment, had flung his pants off of his ankles, knowing they would only hinder him and had grabbed his wand off the floor where it had fallen, turning to face Lockhart, ready for battle.
There was a flash of light and Harry's wand was flung from his hand across the room. Harry, disconcerted at Lockhart's expeditious spell-casting, stood dumbfounded in his briefs, and then slowly lowered the hand his wand had been held in. Regaining his composure he began to recite a spell under his breath, and was staggered when a spell hit his ears that he had not expected.
"Crucio!"
The spell rocketed from Lockhart's lips and there was a look of almost ecstasy as he watched the immediate effect over take Harry's scantly clad young body.
Harry fell backwards in a heap of agonizing pain as the spell sped through his body like fire in his veins. At first he tried to scream, but the effort was to much in the sea of agony that washed over his adolescent body. All that he could manage was a whimper as he lay slumped back on the couch, his body emitting small spasms.
"There there Harry" Gilderoy chided. "Is that too much for the little Potter to handle?" Lockhart walked back over to the heaving boy and stopped the curse. Harry leaked a tear from his eye and Lockhart bent down, kissing it away. He straddled Harry for the third time that evening and put the wand up to his chin, pushing his face up to meet his eyes. And finally, after gazing into the boys eyes for what seemed like for ever he leaned in and captured Harry's lips in his own, loving the inside of Harry's mouth all the way to the back of his throat.
Harry was too weak to think anymore, too tired to protest, the pain from the curse still throbbing in his bones.
He lay there and panted into Lockhart's pillowy lips, giving into what the older man so much desired. He let his hips lips fall open even wider and Lockhart noticed. He put his hand behind Harry's head and deepened the kiss by fathoms that he could only try and enjoy at the moment. He was out of any energy to fight, and as much as he hated the man sitting atop him at the moment, the thick beautiful haze that clouded his mind came so easily now and he gave into it, knowing he could not fight it.
As he did this he noticed himself get stronger, not with the will to fight, but with a naive unexplainable lust that slowly made its ay down his body towards his lower parts.
Lockhart did not notice the change, as he was to caught up in himself and the experience of kissing the famed Harry Potter, finally having him all to himself he ravished the small pouty mouth with his tongue and his own pair of plump lips. He let small moans of satisfaction escape between them now and then, but he only let out a larger more pronounced moan when without notice or Harry's own bodily permission the boy raised his hips into Lockhart's own.
Lockhart bit his lip and pushed back harder into the fragile frame beneath him.
"Ooooh" He purred. "I think that the effects of my mystique and fame are starting to over take you aren't they? It was only so long before you succumbed to my charms Harry, even the famous boy wizard can be won over by the even more famous Lockhart"
Harry's cheek were flushed and a bead of sweat pronounced itself on his forehead.
Lockhart chuckled and proceeded to kiss Harry's chest, traveling lower until he was at the rim of Harry's white cotton briefs. The boy shuddered and as Lockhart took them in his teeth and slowly began to lower them. Once again without his consent Harry lifted his hips and helped the thin cotton slide down to his knees.
Out of the top came Harry's small cock, now stiff and getting harder by the moment. Lockhart's eyes grew as wide as melons and he almost began drooling, looking over his prize catch. The infamous Harry Potter was laying before him, the defiant young boy that all the girls admired and the boys wanted to be. He was all his for the taking, and he planned to.