Literature, Smut, and Adult Themes

Last Philosopher’s Stone, I think; in Chapter Fifteen...

The minutes dragged by. Their ears seemed sharper than usual. Harry’s seemed to be picking up every sigh of the wind, every cracking twig. What was going on? Where were the others?

At last, a great crunching noise announced Hagrid’s return. Malfoy, Neville and Fang were with him. Hagrid was fuming. Malfoy, it seemed, had sneaked up behind Neville and grabbed him for a joke. Neville had panicked and sent up the sparks.

“We’ll be lucky ter catch anythin’ now, with the racket you two were makin’. Right, we’re changin’ groups – Neville, you stay with me and Hermione and Fang, Harry, you go with ... this idiot. I’m sorry,” Hagrid added in a whisper to Harry, “but he’ll have a harder time frightnin’ you, an’ we’ve gotta get this done.”

So Harry set off into the heart of the forest with Malfoy. He was exceptionally angry that he had been separated from his friends and put with a living incarnate of Dudley (but good looking), and madder still at the handsome prick for his prank.

“Why’d you do it, you git?” Harry asked after several moments of walking in silence.

“Why did I do what?” Malfoy sneered.

“You know...fuckin’ grab Neville,” Harry countered quickly.

“Easy target, I suppose,” Malfoy replied after a minute.

Harry spun around, his face flushing slightly in anger; Malfoy was proving himself to be no more than a petty bully, and Harry wasn’t very comfortable having to accept the fact.

Watching Potter’s body move so fluidly as he looked into Draco’s eyes, Draco couldn’t help but get hard. Luckily, his outdoor robes were loose-fitting and dark, so his little tent was covered nicely. Uncomfortable that Potter was provoking such a reaction, Draco darted his gaze away, fixating on a rather small spruce tree.

“So what, you just pick on the weak because they’re weak?” Harry shouted, not caring who or what could hear them.

“Listen, Potter, don’t you know the rule of nature? Survival of the Fittest; not everyone in this world can make it, and some are simply better than others. If Longbottom can’t tough it up, he doesn’t deserve to be here,” Draco managed to mumble out all the words, before shrugging and added, “s’what my father says, and I believe him.”

Seeing Malfoy so robbed of his smugness evoked a massive feeling of sympathy deep within Harry, and he couldn’t respond at all. Instead, he walked a few feet more, found a fallen log and sat down on it.

“Your father said all that?”

“Yeah, why?” Malfoy asked, still standing and evading Harry’s gaze.

“And you believe him?”

“Of course!” Malfoy walked closer, regaining his confidence, adding “fuck off! What my dad does is of no concern to you!”

“So, if I beat you up now and win, you’ll not be sore or unhappy – I’ll have been better than you and that’s that?”

“That’s a pretty big if, Potter...you won’t win!” Draco suddenly pulled out his wand, aiming it at Potter; as he prepared to strike, his erection finally died, and Draco felt himself again.

Harry immediately jumped up and charged Malfoy. He knew that he was little competition for someone who had grown up in an elite family that had known magic since the beginning of history. Instead, using the speed that he had earned running from Dudley, and the strength he had gained from years of endless chores, he threw himself against Malfoy and tackled him off the path onto the ground. In the fray, Malfoy’s wand flew away from him.

They tumbled around for a moment, caught in each other’s arms, desperately trying to gain control over the situation. Harry’s right hand was pushing Malfoy’s chest down, while his left was holding down an arm. Draco’s legs were flailing in order to kick Potter off, and he spat in his rival’s face.

“Fuck you, Malfoy!” Harry yelled, moving his knee slightly. By accident, his thigh brushed against Draco’s clothed dick; by intention, he kept it there, slowly rubbing Draco until he became hard once again.

Draco let out a soft moan, his cheeks flushing. However, he quickly caught himself and took advantage of Potter’s indulgence. With all his force, he rolled left, and was soon free.

“What was that, Potter, you fuckin’ queer!” Draco screamed, frantically searching for his wand.

Harry, however, did nothing; he just lay on the ground, relishing in the sudden wave of pleasure running through his body. He was hard again, just as much so as when he was with Oliver in the shower. And I made Malfoy hard, too, he thought to himself.

“What’s queer?” he asked, out of genuine innocence.

Malfoy grunted angrily, brushing off his clothes, before replying, “gays...boys who like boys, and all that shit.”

“Why’s that a problem?” Harry suddenly said, unaware of how forward he was being. Slyly, he stood up, erection throbbing through his pants, and casually walked over to his rival.

“Cause its wrong, Potter,” Malfoy whispered, keeping his distance.

A sudden noise distracted both boys away from each other, and Harry grabbed his wand. Malfoy found his after a moment more, and they began walking forward with withering erections.

They continued for a couple of minutes, deeper and deeper into the forest, until the path became almost impossible to follow because the trees were so thick. Harry thought the blood seemed to be getting thicker then when they had started out. There were splashes on the roots of a tree, as though the poor creature had been thrashing around in pain close by. Harry could see a clearing ahead, through the tangled branches of an ancient oak.

“Look – ” he murmured, holding out his arm to protect Draco.

Something white was gleaming on the ground. They inched closer.


***Alright...now, I’m done in the Philosopher’s Stone***