Fatherly Feelings

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Five

Coel slept very often in Arthur’s bed. Professor McGonagall, the Head of Gryffindor House, once asked Arthur to come to speak with her. Arthur was nervous that he had been detected. It would set a very bad example for other students if they knew what he had been doing with Coel. It certainly wasn’t approved of by the Hogwarts rules, Arthur knew, even if his father considered it as natural.

But Professor McGonagall only asked him about Coel’s sleeping habits, not about what he had been doing with the boy. She said she was concerned with the boy’s dependence on Arthur. After all, Arthur would leave at the end of the year. They couldn’t have young Mr Blotts become too dependent.

Arthur nodded, very gravely, and considered the problem. He understood, and he sincerely wanted the best for the boy. So he told Coel that he couldn’t go on sleeping with him so often. Coel pulled a face at that. Although he was still a bit uncomfortable with Arthur rubbing against him and splattering stuff all over him, he liked the idea that he was special to the tall, admired seventh-year. He had a secret with their beloved prefect, and he was sorry to lose it.

‘“Not always” doesn’t mean “never”, my little one,’ Arthur said tenderly. They sat in a quiet corner of the common room, and nobody was paying particular attention to them. Everybody was used to seeing the oldest Weasley sitting in a corner with a first-year, talking gravely to them as though they could understand him.

Coel sighed and pouted. ‘But I want always.’

Arthur gave Coel’s thigh a squeeze, his hand hidden by the armrest of his deep, comfy armchair. Coel sat on a stool next to him. ‘I know, sweetie, and I want always too. But we can’t always have what we want. And this is important. Professor McGonagall is worried about you. If we continue like we did, she might find out our secret.’

Coel sighed and nodded. He knew that their secret must remain a secret at all cost, or else they’d both be in deep trouble. And he didn’t want his adored Arthur in trouble.

‘Oh, well, if we must, then,’ he said despondently.

Arthur laughed softly. ‘Don’t be so glum, coalblack.’ Coel smiled faintly at the nickname. ‘Come to my bed tonight, and then once every week. Just to show Professor McGonagall that you’re making an effort.’

‘Yes, Arthur. But I don’t like it. With only once I week I can’t pleasure you as you want.’

Arthur’s cock jumped and lengthened at these words, and his throat became very dry. Such lascivious words, spoken so innocently! He wished he could pull Coel into his lap and rub off as he had done with Padraig. But they were in public, and even though they attracted little attention, it would have been madness.

So, Arthur only gave Coel’s thigh another squeeze and smiled. He didn’t tell the boy that he had no intention of abstaining from the pleasures the boy’s body could give him. His sweet-arsed little one would find out soon enough.