Seduction Costume

Hmmm....
This happens to be my first fic, and I'm not sure how I actually got to this point. I find it really amazing because I never saw myself as the writing type. I'd rather read, but I guess it's my turn to give back to the writing community. It's not very well written, but I hope whoever reads it gets a kick out of it. Any feedback on writing or grammar would be great. I can't decide if I want to stop with just this one piece or make it into something more. I guess I'll see what the future holds. Thanks for reading!


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If anyone was to be blamed for his predicament, it was Hermione’s. Cold, tired, and alone, Harry found himself drifting off deep into the forest, away from the jeers and leering eyes. He soon stopped himself and sat on a rock to take off the damned black silk stilettos that hurt his feet. The grass glistened in the moonlight, wetting the bottom of his feet as he stood and moaned in relief. Sitting back down on a large white rock he mumbled to himself, “How do girls stand these things?” He pulled at his right hand with great care in order to peel off a dainty black lace glove. Then, he began to massage his left foot as he tried to recall exactly why he had agreed to Hermione’s plan.
Harry had spent the last month trying to attract the attention of a certain blonde rival with suggestive glances and lingering touches in Potions at the discretion of one crazy witch. However, it was not enough, according to the witch herself as he recalled the conversation in the common room with Hermione verbatim...


“Harry, you’ll never get his attention if you just stare at his backside like some lovesick sap,” she pointed out. Harry stared as Hermione’s bushy hair bounced in agitation. “For Merlin’s sake, you need to be bold and aggressive!” she turned to him and pursed her mouth. Opening his mouth, Harry began to say something before Hermione glared back at him, willing him to stay silent. “Now, while I agree Draco’s backside is wonderful to stare at, it’s not going to get you anywhere,” she paused, expecting Harry to nod in agreement. Harry nodded, partially because he agreed, and partially because she looked as if she would kill him if he didn’t. “Now,” she continued “because Draco is a bit risqué, and you need to do something that will capture his attention, I thought of a wonderful plan that involves the upcoming Halloween party in Hogsmeade.” Harry groaned.


Ever since the fall of Voldemort, a great interest in cultures of muggles and other magical creatures was encouraged, and muggle relations classes were provided with a larger budget for educating the students of Hogwarts in the ways of the average muggle, holidays included. Repeating a year at Hogwarts after missing out last year, Harry endured these classes in order for his graduation and continuing to obtain a career as an Auror. Almost everyone was forced to repeat, except Hermione, who only stayed because…well…she was Hermione. Unfortunately, for the last three weeks, Harry had been studying the infamous October 31th, also known as Halloween. Originally, All Hallow’s Eve, the day had slowly dwindled from a revered religious tradition to a commercial holiday in which muggles dress up and knock on a stranger’s door for candy. Harry remembered the look on the other students’ faces as they blinked at the pictures of teenagers dressed as Superman or his favorite, the classic ghost via a white bedsheet with two holes. Blaise had raised his hand at this point, asking if muggles really thought it was fun wearing a sheet over their head and walking around in public. Harry sighed at this memory, wondering if he could somehow opt out of this class seeing as he was raised as a muggle. However, for the other wizards and witches, these holidays were novel and inspired some to celebrate, thus, the planning of a Halloween party by Blaise and Pan-


“Harry!”
Harry snapped back into reality, finding himself staring at a peeved Hermione. She frowned and said, “Before you wandered off, I said that you should dress up for the party.” Harry blinked twice.


He stared at her and had to ask, “Err…how would that help me with Draco?”
“Are you dense?” Hermione smacked her head in frustration.
“Well, an explanation might be help?” Harry shrugged.


Hermione whipped out her wand and pointed it at Ron’s bed, “Accio magazine!” The red bed skirt fluttered as a glossy magazine shot and into Hermione’s awaiting hand. She opened to a bookmarked page and shoved it under Harry’s nose. “Take a look,” said Hermione as she pulled out a notebook from her bag and began writing with an old quill while sneaking glances at Harry.


Harry was shocked. His mouth went dry as he gaped at the pictures in front of him. Models sported lacey dresses and garter belts with nylon stockings attached. One particular girl winked at him as she sashayed across the page in nothing but a thong while cupping her bare breasts and making wanton moans. He began to stutter until Hermione rolled her eyes, reached over, and closed the magazine. “Get it now?” she inquired as Harry calmed down. It wasn’t the fact that Harry was attracted to the models, but the thought of Ron having a wizard magazine equivalent to the notorious Playboy magazine of the muggle world that shocked him.


“How long have you known about this?” Harry gulped.
“He’s a guy…well…a straight one.” Hermione answered, “It’s to be expected.”
“Ahh…I see…I think?” Harry would never look at Ron the same way again. He just couldn’t see it.
“Anyways, Harry, that is what you need to do,” Hermione glanced at Harry again, while jotting down more notes.
“Go to Blaise’s party dressed up like those models!” Realization dawned on Harry, “No way!”
“Harry, do you want to catch Draco’s eye or not?” Hermione’s eyes blazed.
“Yes I do, but…” Harry stumbled on his words as he squeaked, “TheresnowayIcouldgodresseduplikethat!”
“Harry!” Hermione thundered, “You are going to the party and seduce Draco or I am going to tie you up and sneak you into Draco’s room naked!”


Harry paled because he knew she was serious. Lifting his hands in defeat, Harry relented, “Alright, Hermione, I’ll do it.” She squealed in delight and showed him her notebook, which didn’t contain writing like he thought it would, but rather a crude drawing of Harry wearing the most scandalous outfit he had ever seen…



Stupid plan he thought to himself again as he shivered on the rock. Hermione’s “seduction costume” consisted of black knee high stockings strapped to a black lace garter belt. He donned a black silk thong and a black sheer skirt one could somewhat see through and barely covered his butt. Harry also wore a skin tight lace tank top, which was also, no surprise, black with matching gloves that reached his elbow. There had been a long dress robe that was supposed to be worn to cover himself before he could drag Draco into an empty alley to seduce Draco and allow the blonde to ravish Harry. Harry would have killed for that dress robe. If only he had thought to pick it up before running off in shame. Harry grimaced at the memory of the party earlier.


Apparently, Draco was sick, and when Harry was about to leave, a tipsy Neville approached him. Scratch that, a very drunk Neville approached him and leaned on Harry’s shoulder. “H-ar…Harry…how..are…ya...everything’s…great!” Neville slurred and hiccupped simultaneously. Harry forced a smile and clapped a hand to Neville’s shaking back. Being of age, they were allowed to drink, and the party was unsupervised as none of the teachers knew about it. Then, without warning, Neville fell, pulling Harry’s dress robe with him to the ground. It would be an understatement to say everyone was shocked. After the initial shock, however, came the catcalls and leers from both girls and boys…


Needless to say, Harry ran off, leading up to this very moment with him massaging his left foot. Doing the same for the right, Harry looked around him. The forest around Hogsmeade was vast and dense. One could easily get lost. Harry groaned. He was lost. Not only that, his wand was in the pocket of the dress robe which graced the ground of Morgaine hall, which was rented for the party.
He was lost, cold, and hungry, alerted by his noisy stomach. In addition, Harry swore something rustled in the bushes to the left of him. Slowly getting to his feet, Harry set his gloves upon the rock he was sitting on and inched toward the bushes. Not only am I stupid enough to leave my wand behind, but I am also stupid enough to crawl toward rustling bushes that could hide Merlin knows what he thought as he got down to his knees before the bush. He bent down and winced at the cold air that passed over his raised ass. He could imagine the embarrassment and awkwardness that would commence if someone found him like this. Continuing, the raven haired boy cautiously parted the bushes with his hand and looked. There was nothing but grass. Harry chuckled to himself, relieved that it was only his overactive imagination. He pushed the bushes back together and was about to get up when he felt a caress upon his bottom.

Harry froze, and his legs refused to move as the caress went deeper. A hand delved nearer to his crack and pulled at the thin strap of the thong Harry wore. He couldn’t turn his head because of fear and embarrassment. Let it be Draco, let it be Draco, let it be Draco, he repeated as he closed his eyes. Then Harry moaned. A wet finger slowly entered him and twisted inside Harry. A queasy, tingling feeling grew deep in Harry’s stomach. “What…what are you doing?” Harry whined as he let his fingers dig into the ground. There was no answer as the finger tormented Harry. Unable to take it any longer, Harry tried to turn his head until another hand held his head in place, pushing Harry deeper into the ground. Harry gasped as the finger tickled that spot within him. The teenager could feel his groin tightening with need as blood rushed down to his erection. He continued to make noises and began thrusting back in response to the finger. The finger rubbed within him, bringing him closer. Then it was gone.


Harry couldn’t tell if he was relieved or angry. He was so close and protested until everything went black. Yelping, Harry tried to yank off whatever was blocking his vision until he felt his intruder straddle his back and arms, rendering him immobile. “What do you think you’re doing?!” Harry struggled to free himself until he was gagged. His tongue felt the rough texture of lace. His gloves Harry recognized. He had left them on the rock . Thoroughly gagged and blinded, Harry could only twist and turn in agony as he felt himself being turned over on his back and straddled again.
He felt large, calloused hands slip under his top and pinch his nipples. Squirming, Harry braced himself for the cold night air as he was deprived of his top by these mysterious hands that continued to explore his body. He bucked at the hands that held him down as a warm tongue circled his right nipple. The teen arched upward into the touch as sharp teeth gently bit on his swollen nipple. There was pain, but also pleasure in the bite. One hand continued to hold him down as Harry felt the heavy weight ease off his exposed stomach. The other hand tugged at his skirt. When he heard the successive rip, Harry knew he was going to be in trouble later. The hand continued, relieving Harry of his black thong and releasing his erection. Harry could no longer think as pleasure overloaded his mind. The hand was stroking him.


The hand slowly slid up and down Harry’s cock, using the dripping pre-cum to slicken Harry’s erection. It moved easier now, jerking his cock and occasionally massaging Harry’s balls. Harry began gyrating his hips and moved his hands to his chest. He began pinching his own nipples and didn’t protest when he was flipped over and pushed onto his knees again. Missing the finger from before, he licked his middle finger, coating it with saliva and moved his hand over his backside, not disturbing the hand on his cock. His middle finger slowly entered him as he picked up from where the finger had left him. The flushed boy moaned loudly against his gag and could feel himself reaching a climax. The hand on his erection moved faster as Harry fucked himself harder with his middle finger, pushing against that spot. In, out, harder, faster, in, out, deeper, there, there, there! He shoved his finger in his hole as hard as he could and braced himself for climax. However, it never came. The hand tightened around his cock, blocking him from releasing. Harry growled and clawed at the hand. His hands were pushed away, and his gag was released only to be tied around his erection. Harry protested loudly, furious at this interruption when he could see again. He blinked at the bright moonlight and turned his head to finally see his captor.

Hard eyes met emerald eyes as Harry paled. He was graced by the presence of Fenrir Greyback. Fenrir grinned, showing his sharp teeth that glistened in the light. Shit! Shit! Shit! Harry could only think as Fenrir continued molesting him. Harry yelped in pain as his arms were brought behind his back and tied with the remaining glove. No words were said by Fenrir as he brought a finger back to Harry’s entrance.
“Let me go, bastard! Stop doing that!” Harry screamed at the werewolf, who was deaf to his pleas. Fenrir’s finger was back inside, penetrating Harry repeatedly. Harry felt tears forming at his eyes as his cock tightened even further. He needed to be released soon or else he would go crazy. One finger was soon joined by two as Fenrir scissored Harry. The damn werewolf was mercilessly stroking his prostrate, grinning at Harry’s distress. The teen couldn’t decide, to be molested by a former enemy was wrong, but he wanted it, needing that delicious touch inside of him.


“Like that, don’t you Pup?” Fenrir growled as he picked up the pace by adding a third finger. Harry felt full and ready to burst. The raven-haired boy was at his brink, desperately trying to resist. “Beg for me to fuck you, or else I’ll keep doing this all night,” Fenrir emphasized this by jabbing his fingers against Harry’s spot. Harry sobbed with pleasure and grinded his hips into the ground, hoping the friction would relieve him. The fingers moved faster as Fenrir used his other hand to once again give Harry a hand job.
“No way….damn…” Harry huffed as he struggled to keep his control. It was so good, it hurt. Just once Harry thought. Harry choked out, “Please…”
“Please what Pup?” Fenrir gleamed.
“Please…please fuck me,” came Harry’s response.
Fenrir growled as he pulled out his fingers and undid the zipper of his pants. Fenrir had been growing tired and was almost debating on violating Harry without permission until Harry had agreed. The werewolf pulled himself out and gave himself a few strokes. Pre-cum was slicked all over Greyback’s cock. Using both hands, Fenrir guided himself to Harry’s entrance. Harry’s eyes widened when he felt something enormous push at his virgin hole.
“Wait! What about the tie on me? You have to take it off! Please!” Harry pleaded, unable to bear the pressure of the tied glove upon his cock.
“No time,” grunted Fenrir as he entered Harry.


The pain was too much as Harry howled and scraped at the grass beneath him. Fenrir was too big. It can’t fit! There was no way Fenrir’s cock could fit inside him. He was ripping! Harry pounded on the floor in pain. It was slowly inching into him, causing pain to sear in his rear.

Fenrir roared as he was all the way in. Harry was clenching around Fenrir’s cock. Harry was too tight and hot, nearly burning him. However good it felt, Fenrir waited for the pup to adjust before pulling out and slamming back in. Fenrir grabbed Harry’s hips and set up a fast and rough pace, reveling in the way Harry felt around Fenrir’s erection.
Harry was in pain. He could feel Fenrir’s cock stabbing him with great force and gritted his teeth. Something had to have ripped. Harry bit his lip, tasting blood as he bore Fenrir.

Fenrir thrust hard, adjusting the angle to hit Harry’s prostrate. He chuckled when he heard a loud moan and continued hitting against Harry’s spot.
All conviction was lost as Harry moaned, wriggled, and begged. He raised his backside even higher and pushed back to meet Fenrir’s thrusts. Panting, Harry didn’t even notice Fenrir lifting him. Soon he found himself impaled on Fenrir’s cock, looking down at a grinning Fenrir who lay on his own back. “Ride me,” Fenrir commanded. Harry twisted on the large erection while pushing himself up and down with his legs. Harry’s thighs quivered as they tightened around Fenrir’s midsection. Harry brought himself down on Fenrir deeper everytime, his mouth forming an “o” with no sound coming out. The boy kept a steady pace, occasionally rotating his hips. Harry started pausing once in a while, tired. Fenrir didn’t like this and sat up. Putting his hands around Harry, Fenrir began lifting Harry up and down like a doll upon Fenrir’s cock. Harry gasped as he was pounded. Harry was strained, his cock stopped by the glove, which made him whine with need. The teen wanted it off badly. “Please,” Harry started again as the pace became faster, “Please, take it off.” Fenrir did not answer as he switched their positions, moving Harry onto the ground. There was a feral look in Fenrir’s eyes. Fenrir grabbed Harry’s legs and began raping him on the ground. Fenrir’s thrusts became more desperate. This continued until Fenrir exploded and howled to the moon. Cum shot out Fenrir’s cock, filling Harry completely. Fenrir pushed weakly, letting the orgasm take over. Cum still spilled from Fenrir’s cock as he pulled out of Harry. Harry whimpered, unfulfilled. The boy who lived tugged at the bond around his arms repeatedly until, to his surprise, they came free.

He was estatic and undid the glove around his cock. The pressure built up in his erection was so great. Determined, Harry stared at the sated Greyback. Shakily, Harry stood up and straddled the werewolf. Taking the softening cock of Fenrir, Harry guided it back into his abused hole and impaled himself. Harry only needed a couple more thrusts before reaching his own orgasm. He rode Greyback with his remaining energy. Harry could feel the cock expanding inside him again, but didn’t care. Then he felt a brush against that spot. Harry screamed as he finally came. Cum splattered against his chest and face as he came hard. He pushed himself up and down a bit more to ride out his orgasm. His body was feverish. He pinched his nipples, milked his cock, and grinded into the fallen body of Fenrir Greyback before falling down onto the man’s chest. Harry panted. He pulled himself upward Fenrir’s body to meet Fenrir’s face. Harry pressed his lips against Greyback’s and licked at the werewolf’s lips. Fenrir responded and began assaulting Harry’s mouth. The two shared a sloppy kiss before stopping to breathe. Fenrir’s cock still rested inside Harry, who didn’t care what the man did anymore. Harry was too tired and fell asleep as cum dripped down his thighs. The last thought in his mind before surrendering his body to sleep was that it was all Hermione’s fault. If anyone is to blame, it’s her…