The Kinkiness of Harry

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Chapter Five


Harry was sitting down slumped over his desk when Ron popped in.

“BLOODY HELL, RON! You scared me to death!” Harry yelled, jumping up in his chair.

Ron stood there, hands on his hips, looking furious.

“All right, Harry! What has been going on with you this week?”

Harry’s brows crinkled and his eyes narrowed. “I haven't the foggiest idea what you are talking about, Ron.”

“The hell you don’t! I have sent you four owls this week and Hermione sent you two and it’s only Wednesday! Are you that busy not to answer? Do we need to get an appointment just to see you?”

“Why aren’t you at Hogwarts?”

“Don’t you dare change the subject,” Ron spat.

Harry placed his face in his hands, his elbows resting on his desk.

“Well?”

Harry peeked out through his fingers. “Would you believe me if I said I was busy?”

“Too busy for your friends? Humph. Well, Mr Potter, I’ll just be going then and leave you alone,” Ron said sarcastically.

Harry sighed as he watched his friend turn around to leave.

“Ron… Come back here.”

Ron shot him an evil glance over his shoulder. “Oh? Do you have time now?”

“I’m sorry, Ron. Really. It’s just…just…Well to tell you the honest truth, I haven't been sleeping.”

Ron walked to the front of his friend’s desk and arched his eyebrows in concern. “Why?”

Harry nervously looked around and his cheeks went pink.

Ron opened his mouth in a wide smile. “Harry! Who is he?”

“Uh, I don’t know exactly.”

“You’ve been getting anonymous owls? Wicked!”

“It’s really not like..” Harry stopped as he looked out of his office and scowled. “Damn.”

“What?” Ron asked as he turned around to see who it was that Harry was glaring at.

Lucius Malfoy was down the hall talking to Ron’s dad, Arthur Weasley.

“Oh yeah. He comes here about once a week to give Dad information regarding Azkaban.”

Harry scoffed. “I’m sure he knows all about it.”

Ron turned back to his friend. “Harry, I don’t like him anymore than you do, but he was cleared almost three years ago and has never given Dad or the Ministry reason not to trust him. According to Dad, he’s been really helpful. He’s also contributed loads of money as well.”

“Humph. I bet.”

Not wanting to argue, Ron quickly changed the subject. “So, are you going to arrange a meeting with him?”

“Well…” Harry started.

“Harry? Would you come over here please?” Arthur called out.

This is not good. Harry slowly rose, pressing his hands into his desk. Ron gave him a sympathetic look and whispered to him to just relax. Harry sneered at him and shook his head. He marched over to where the two of them were standing, opening and closing his fists. He stood next to Mr Weasley and kept his eyes solely on him.

“Ah, Harry. Of course you remember Mr Malfoy?”

Harry whipped Lucius a short glance. “Yeah,” he replied curtly.

“Mr Potter. Good to see you again,” Lucius said with a smooth voice.

Harry just grunted in his throat. “What did you need to see me for, Mr Weasley?”

Arthur paused for a moment, watching the interchange of the two of them. This was not going to go well.

“Well, you see Harry, Mr Malfoy has some important information to discuss with you. It’s about some of the Death Eaters not accounted for.”

Harry said nothing in response, leaving an awkward silence.

“Perhaps Mr Potter and I can discuss this later tonight?”

“I have plans,” Harry snapped.

“Yes of course. I apologise. It is rather short notice. We can meet some other time this week,” Lucius offered in more of a question then statement.

“Whatever,” Harry mumbled. Turning his attention back to Arthur, he said, “Is there anything else, Mr Weasley? I have some more work to do before I go home.”

“No, that is all, Harry. Have a good night.”

Harry nodded his goodbye and headed back to his office.

“I hope you have a pleasant evening, Mr Potter,” Lucius said to Harry’s back.

Harry paused in mid-motion then stormed to his office slamming the door.

“I’m sorry about that Lucius. He’s really not…”

The blond aristocrat waved his hand in a dismissal gesture. “No need to apologise, Arthur. He has gone through quite a lot in his life.”

“Still, that is no reason…”

“I will contact Mr Potter at another time. Not to worry. I must leave now as I have a prior engagement. Good evening, Arthur.”

“Good evening, Lucius.”

With that, Lucius Apparated back to Malfoy Manor.


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Harry was still grumbling when he arrived home. Kicking of his shoes and tossing his robe on the sofa, he began pacing while wringing his hands together. He had to get out of the house. He had go out now. And he knew just the place.

He undressed carelessly and hopped in the shower. Lathering himself up with soap, he started scrubbing his arms, chest, then finally down to his flaccid penis. He closed his eyes and massaged it gently. The image of Lucius Malfoy popped in his head.

“Fuck!”

He quickly rinsed and dried off then went to his wardrobe closet to find some suitable clothes. He picked out his favourite leather outfit and he began to feel better already. Harry gave himself a quick glance in the mirror to see if everything was in place. His hair was messier than usual, but where Harry was going, it didn't really matter. It just was going to get ruffled up by the end of the night anyway. Or so he hoped. He put on regular clothes over his outfit and headed to the lift. He took several deep breaths to calm his nerves.

Harry stepped out into the parking lot and was halfway to his car when a gloved hand covered his mouth and pulled him into a dark corner. A leather glove. The other hand held him close, pressing him against a strong and sturdy frame. Harry’s heart quickened and attempted to reach for his wand.

“I won’t hurt you,” the man whispered, his lust clearly evident.

Harry tried to struggle but the man was powerful and his grip was tight.

“I hope you were going out looking for me,” the man purred in his ear. “Were you? Tell me honestly.”

Harry’s mind raced, trying to decide.

After a long pause, the man finally said, “Sorry to have troubled you then. I will go and you won’t see me again.”

He loosened his grip but his hand was still covering Harry’s mouth. The boy shook his head frantically.

“You want me to stay?”

Harry’s eyes scanned the parking lot before nodding his consent.

“I’m glad to see we are in agreement,” the man whispered. “Shall we find a more suitable place?”

Harry nodded twice and he was gently pulled back into a pitch-black room. The man released the boy and used a silencing spell and locked the door.

“Who are you?” Harry said as soon as his mouth was freed.

“Shh,” the man quietly said, putting a finger to Harry’s lips. “That doesn't really matter now, does it?”

“No. I guess not,” he said softly.

Harry felt the man’s presence coming near and he backed up to the wall. Leather-gloved hands cupped the boy’s face, and a mouth caressed his lips. Harry sighed and closed his eyes even though it was completely dark. He should be afraid. He should’ve been more cautious. But something about this man made him feel safe. Made him feel truly wanted. Harry longed for excitement and here it was, just in front of him. He could tell that this man towered over him by at least full four inches now that he was this close to him.

Harry reached up to touch this stranger’s face, but his hand was quickly pulled away.

“No,” the man said firmly. “Do not touch me unless I give you permission. Understand?”

Harry nodded into the hand that was still on his face and then gasped as he felt a warm mouth was suddenly on his neck. One hand tilted Harry’s head to the side, giving him further access; the other helped him brace himself. The man barely nipped along Harry’s flesh before latching his teeth into it. The boy’s hands flew up to the leather ones and held on tight, attempting to pull them away. To pull him away. The teeth sank in deeper causing Harry’s body to thrash around wildly.

“I said, do not touch me,” the man hissed.

“Please,” Harry rasped as he dropped his arms. “Please, stop. You’re hurting me.”

The man opened his mouth and licked at the wound. He breathed into Harry’s ear and a strong shudder went through the younger man.

“Didn't you enjoy that?” the man asked, lapping up the blood that had escaped.

“No,” Harry insisted, breathing heavily.

His face was gripped tightly and a pair of lips brushed against his mouth again.

“Do not lie to me boy, or I will stop now and leave,” the man warned him.

After a brief pause, Harry quietly said, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” the man asked resolutely.

“Yes. Yes, I did. I enjoyed it,” Harry finally admitted reluctantly.

He could have sworn he felt the man smile. A series of bites soon followed and Harry gasped as each one descended down to his collarbone.

Harry had decided to wear a warm jumper tonight as it was getting cooler these past few weeks; not to mention it was easier to get off. Keeping his mouth attached to Harry’s collarbone, the man slid his hands down to the hem of the jumper then eased them up under it, softly feathering Harry’s skin. They stopped short when the gloves met some sort of strap. Pushing the jumper up past to the boy’s nipples, the man bent over and ran his tongue along the thin material. It was made out of leather; and there wasn't just one strap, there were several. Licking his way up one, it ended up being attached to a metal ring that encircled Harry’s right nipple.

The man pointed his tongue and lightly brushed on top of it. In the center of Harry’s nipple was another ring but this one was pierced through it. The man knelt down to his knees, lining his face directly in front of it. The tip of his tongue flicked the ring up and down before grabbing it with his teeth and tugged. Harry’s hands immediately gripped the man’s shoulders but quickly lowered them to his side.

“You may touch only my shoulders.”

The man pulled on the ring again, this time with more force, and the Gryffindor clenched the top of the man’s velvety robes. Harry held his breath as his other ring on his left nipple was being stretched at the same time. Extending them as far as they would go, the man released both rings and they went back down to normal.

The stranger circled both nipples one at a time, coating them with his spittle before lightly blowing on them. A tremor went through Harry and his knees suddenly became too weak to hold him upright. The man caught him before he fell and leaned Harry back against the wall to steady him. The tall stranger pressed his body against Harry’s and one of the soft leather gloves stroked the side of Harry’s trousers. The hand moved over to the boy’s bulge, barely pressed into it, and rose up to Harry’s belt. The man unfastened the buckle, lowered Harry’s zipper and pulled his trousers down with both hands, revealing Harry’s leather underpants.

The man slid down Harry’s body and felt the leather shorts with his face. They had two holes in them, one for Harry’s cock, the other had his balls hanging out. The man made a humming sound and ran his tongue up the length of the boy’s erection. There was a little precome dribbling out of the slit and the man greedily lapped it up, causing a loud, uncontrolled moan from above. The man ran the flat of his tongue up and down the boy’s shaft slowly. Harry began shaking at the unbearable pace and let out a frustrated groan.

“Patience, my friend,” the stranger said with a little amusement in his voice. “The night is still young.”

“Oh,Gods,” Harry sighed.


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