Literature, Smut, and Adult Themes

We pick up in Chapter 26.



Just as it had done before he had faced the Horntail, time was slipping away as though somebody had bewitched the clocks to go extra-fast. There was a week to go before February the twenty-fourth (there was still time)...there were five days to go (he was bound to find something soon)...three days to go (please let me find something ...please...)

On that evening, as Harry was walking through the Hallways to dinner with Ron and Hermione, Dumbledore strode out from an alcove behind them.

“Harry,” he said in his wispy voice, coughing a bit into his hands, “I believe I need a few words with you,”

“Oh, yes, Professor,” Harry said, turning around. Ron and Hermione gave him a thumbs up and walked along to dinner, leaving the two alone.

“To my office, perhaps?”

“Sure,”

As usual, being with Dumbledore calmed Harry’s woes down and Harry enjoyed a leisurely walk to Dumbledore’s office. The two entered, and Dumbledore sat in his usual chair behind his desk and Harry sat opposite to him.

“Wh-what’s this about, Professor?” Harry asked, fiddling with a pen between his fingers.

“Have you yet heard the clue from the egg?” He asked, tenting his fingers and lying back in his chair.

“Oh, yes sir,”

“What did it say?”

“Something about taking what I will sorely miss, and having only an hour to retrieve it from the lake and merpeople,” Harry said, reciting off facts on his fingers.

“Have you yet figured out what you will surely miss?”

“Nope,”

“Give a guess,”

“My wand, or my broom...or, would they take someone?”

“The latter is the intention,”

“What, like Ron or Hermione?”

“Harry,” Dumbledore sighed, sitting forwards in his seat, placing his hands on the table, “I meant Draco Malfoy,”

Harry’s heart plummeted into his stomach, and he really felt like he wanted to throw up. His vision blurred, marred by the stirrings of tears, and his voice cracked as he replied, “h-how d-di-did you know?”

“When the Gryffindor portrait and Slytherin statue both complain to me of invisible guests in the middle of the night, and I being a curious old man begin to investigate, it becomes rather clear that someone is making inappropriate visits...and who in Gryffindor would possibly ever have the invisibility cloak and daring in order to visit the Slytherin common room?”

“M-me,” Harry sighed, fighting back tears.

“Harry, Harry my lad, you need not worry at all,” Dumbledore said, outstretching a hand onto Harry’s shoulder, “whatever is between you and Mr. Malfoy is none of my business, but the castle has told me that you two are pretty close to one another,”

“We’re just...just d-dating,”

“Congratulations,” Dumbledore clapped his hands together, resuming his casual position back in the chair, “and though I do not like to put myself in the private affairs of students, I bring up the topic because the merpeople wished to take him.”

“No! No no no, they can’t!”

“Which is why I wished to speak with you, to see if you were ready or not to tell your peers,”

“No, professor, it needs to stay secret,” Harry said, finally regaining his composure.

“I totally understand,” Dumbledore nodded, “and so it shall,”

“And is that it?” Harry asked, “slowly standing up,”

“For the most part, yes,”

“Okay,”

“Don’t worry, Harry, I know what you are going through,” Dumbledore said as Harry walked to the door, “just be sure that you realize that, in the end, all secrets come to the surface eventually,”

With that, Harry ran out the door. However, he was too upset to go for dinner and so retreated back to the Gryffindor common room, and then up to his bed. He burst into the room, ran to his bed, and collapsed into tears on the bed.

“Hey!” a voice called out, followed by the sounds of sheets rustling, “little privacy, eh mate?”

“Seamus?” Harry asked between tears, shoving his face into a pillow.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” the sandy-haired boy asked, throwing off his covers. He was naked and, obviously, wanking, so he threw on a pair of very tight y-fronts and walked over to Harry’s bed. He sat cross-legged at the top of the bed, and rubbed a hand on Harry’s back.

“Nothing,” Harry grumbled through the pillow.

“It’s got to be something!” Seamus insisted.

“Can you really keep a secret?” Harry asked, lifting his head slightly up off the pillow, tears leaving a wet stain.

“Is this a secret that you’ve told Ron?”

“Not even Ron, or Hermione,”

“Wow...” Seamus grinned, casually rubbing his cock through his underwear.

“You know how I, y’know, like boys?”

“Oh yes I do” Seamus said, putting a hand down his y-fronts.

“Not you,” Harry shook his head, watching the wet tip of his cock protruding near his head.

“I knew that,”

“You have to promise to never, ever tell another soul!”

“Okay,”

“I am in love...with...Draco Malfoy,”

“Like, the guy in Slytherin, like the jerk in Slytherin, like the Deatheater’s son?”

“Yes,” Harry nodded, “I love him,”

“Does he know that?”

“Of course – we’ve known about this since the summer, and we’ve gone on a couple of dates, he blew me...”

“Woah, wait, you’ve done it?”

“No, no, no,” Harry shook his head vigourously, “we took a bath together, and he blew me, and I still owe him,”

“Is that why you’re upset?”

“No...it’s just that, well, Dumbledore found out, and if he could, anyone could!”

“Uh, Harry,” Seamus finally took his hand out of his pants, “Dumbledore is not ‘any wizard’...he’s the most brilliant wizard living, and he just knows things,”

“But...here’s the thing...that doesn’t disturb me as much as the fact that...I am scared that people could find out,”

“Why? It’s a scary thing, being outed,”

“How would you know? Only I know about you,”

“My village back home...knows...” Seamus said, looking up at the canopy of the bed.

“I told Draco that I would be ready to tell everyone as soon as he was, but now that someone knows, I feel really, really scared,” Harry sighed, moving up into a sitting position. Casually he threw off his outer robes, and undid his buttoned shirt. Pretty soon, he was left comfortable in his boxers and undershirt, his cock beginning to get hard.

“Don’t worry, Harry, it’ll be okay,” Seamus said, lying back on the bed. Once more he was at full mast, leaking precum and ready to go, “you just need to have some more time to just feel comfortable with who you are,”

“I guess...because I’ve never really thought about myself and my affairs, after all these years of thinking about Voldemort, and the Tournament, and the Basilisk, and...”

“Exactly, you need time to figure out your own life,”

“But, but...I can’t,” Harry said, crumpling his hand into a fist, “I’ve got to focus on the second task, and then the third, and then fifth year and OWLS, and then Sixth Year, and then NEWTS in Seventh, and then Auror training, and then...”

“Harry...relax, now is now; you need to realize this! There’s no point in worrying too much about the rest, hopelessly losing the past and not yet having the future; focus on yourself,”

Harry did not know why, but he suddenly reached out, rubbed the side of Seamus’ face, and kissed him. They broke apart, Seamus shocked and Harry intrigued,

“I don’t know why I did that,”

“But I’m glad you did that,” Seamus replied, kissing him back.

“Wait!” Harry said, pulling back, “I can’t do this...I love Draco,”

“Well, think of this as a training exercise that will remove some stress,”

“I don’t think I can do that...”

“I can teach you how to give Draco a really good blow job,”

“I thought I told you that I was going to save it for someone special,”

Seamus, not at all put out, traced down his chest in a zigzag pattern, sleekly pinching a nipple between two fingers, “I promise you’ll not regret it,”

“We’d get caught by everyone...”

“I can get you done in two minutes, and you could probably do me in five,”

“Listen, I don’t know...”

“Oh, come on!” Seamus whispered into Harry’s ear, sliding his boxers off, revealing to Harry his throbbing erection; he pulled on it a couple of times, and then slid his hands down to his balls, massaging each one while thrusting forwards, “I shaved yesterday,”

With daring and courage, as befits a Gryffindor, Harry yanked off his boxers and allowed his erection to spring free. They touched the heads of their cocks together, mixing precum with precum, and Seamus slid a hand down to grab Harry’s ass, eliciting a moan from the other boy.

“Mmm...that does feel good,” Harry said before kissing Seamus on the cheek, and then whispering into his ear, “ready to give me a suck?”

“I’ve been waiting for a while,” Seamus said, pecking him back before sliding down Harry’s body, “ready to learn how to give a good blow job?”

“Hells yeah,” Harry said, pulling his shirt up and over his head, before lying back and exposing his cock. Seamus wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft, and moved in close, “first you need to give him something to wet his appetite,” Seamus said as he gave a casual lick over Harry’s weeping cock.

“Fuck...that’s brilliant,” Harry groaned, twisting his hands into the sheets, “keep going,”

“Then, start low, and work up,” Seamus said as he placed his tongue at the very base of his shaft, before sliding his tongue all the way up to the tip, before sticking his tongue ever so gently into the little slit.

“Now, balls are very important in the whole process,” Seamus continued, “always use a hand to, whilst gripping the base of the shaft, to massage them, and make sure to visit them with your tongue at least twice” he licked up from the very bottom of Harry’s balls, sucking one into his mouth, playing around with it, before releasing it and exhaling on it.

“Oh my god, I think I’m going to cum...”

“And that’s what you want to hear...” Seamus winked, looking up at Harry, “all the time; but when you feel his balls tighten, you want to, ever so gently, use your finger...”

“I’m so close!” Harry shouted.

“Stick in the finger,” Seamus said, watching Harry thrust forwards in sheer pleasure as a finger went up his ass, “and then immediately suck him dry,”

Harry came immediately, shooting a heavy load into Seamus’ eager mouth, yelling loudly as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. He thrust so deeply that he was surprised Seamus could cope with all of him, and yet somehow he did. After completely swallowing everything, Seamus finally pulled off, and then kissed Harry, allowing him to taste his own essence.

“I don’t taste half bad,” Harry sighed, “and you were fucking terrific”

“I’ve had my practice, don’t you know, but now it’s your turn,” Seamus said, laying back and gripping his cock, holding the leaking member out to Harry’s waiting mouth.

“Okay, so...just a savoury bit,” Harry said, shaking as he moved to the dick before him; experimentally, he whipped out his tongue and licked the underside of the head before immediately pulling off.

“Not bad,” said Seamus, looking up, “but you need to press more on it,”

“Like this?” Harry thrust his tongue out as hard as he could, repeating the same action; Seamus’ moan affirmed his success. Reversing order, he then dipped his tongue into Seamus’ slit, licking up the fluid there, before sliding down the vein to Seamus’ balls. He took one into his mouth, squeezed a little too hard, but pulled off before Seamus could protest.

“Not b-baahhh-bad,” Seamus managed to get out, staring in disbelief at the pleasure; Harry had begun kissing around his flat, toned stomach, while using one hand to rub the shaft and the other to grip his balls. “I think I’m close...”

“Okay,” Harry shrugged, moving back down to Seamus’ cock; he inhaled deeply once his mouth was around Seamus, and then followed through with the finger in the ass. He was not, however, prepared for swallowing what came; neither he nor Draco could ever come so much, and so he had to pull off halfway through and spit out some. The rest of the cum shot onto his hair, acting like gel and covering his scar.

“You are pretty good,” Seamus groaned, wiping the cum off of Harry’s hair and rubbing it on the sheets, “and looks like you’re hard again...want another lesson?”

“Sounds terrific,” Harry laughed as he lay back down, cock exposed and waiting. Seamus grabbed the cock with his right hand, and then shoved the whole member into his mouth at once. Breathing through his nose, he swirled his tongue around the shaft, sucking it like he would a lollypop, and soon enough Harry was coming again, shooting a load straight into the back of Seamus’ throat. Seamus gagged a bit as he pulled off, coughed, cleared his throat, and then smiled.

Suddenly, the door opened and Ron stepped in; he slammed the door behind him, and yelled at Dean and Neville to stay back.



To Be Continued...