The Sexual Education of one Harry Potter.

What can I say? Like any other normal author I felt like I needed to blow up some steam. And as usual I’m too much of a coward to show my true face to you all and say, yes! I did it. So, have a good time guessing who I am. If you managed, by some miracle, to find me out (and I encourage you to try) I will gladly reward the genius.

Okay, enough rambling.

I give you know…

The Sexual Education of one Harry Potter.
Story by: Mistress of the Spoils.

When Harry Potter, hero of the wizardly world and currently studying his seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy, went out that night, he expected many things to happen.

Of course he did.

Hogwarts was a castle so full of magic the possibilities were endless.

He thought that maybe Peeves would find him and play one of his practical jokes. Or maybe one of the other ghosts would tell him it was way past his curfew and patiently guide him to bed.

It happened some times.

He even expected to go need his invisibility cloak to avoid Filch, and that was exactly the reason why he was hiding under it the moment he left his house dorms. Better be safe than sorry, he thought. Why would he get detention if he just wanted to take some air?

Fair enough, it seemed.

However, what he would have never expected to see during his nightly stroll, even in a million years, what exactly what he was witnessing now, pressed to one of the dungeon’s walls, cheeks flushed, eyes wide, heart racing.

Once he calmed down enough he would admit it could all be blamed to his stupid Gryffindor curiosity, it always was.

But what was he supposed to think when he walked around the dungeons in the middle of the night, to see his classmate and friend Seamus Finnigan without a shirt, trapping another student against a wall and in what appeared to be the snogging of his lifetime, but approach him and try to get any juicy detail to tease him about the following day?

Seamus’s escapades were well known around school, so it was hardly a surprise to see him in such position. Still, the names of his countless partners were always hidden from common knowledge, and even Dean, Seamus’ best friend, got to doubt whether they were real or not.

And sure, any seventeen year old would feel curious enough to go and check who was Seamus’ unfortunate lover. Because by the noises they were making, that position wasn’t as comfortable as it looked.

And so, Harry had gone, snuggled under his cloak and surrounded by a silencing spell.

What could go wrong.

…right?

The Gryffindor’s confidence disappeared the moment pale arms wrapped around Seamus’ neck and equally pale legs embraced his waist. From his new perspective, Harry could see that: One, the person was totally nude. Two, said person was been penetrated by his classmate’s healthy erection. Three, this person was male.

… Four…

That person…

… was Draco Malfoy.

Harry gasped and backed away a few steps.

Seamus Finnigan was fucking Draco Malfoy against one of the Dungeon’s corridors.

In the middle of the night.

“Gods, Ma.. Ma…” Seamus gasped as he bit down on the Slytherin’s neck. He couldn’t get enough of that skin, it seemed to Harry. The blond boy couldn’t be that delicious, could he?

Malfoy pushed Seamus’ face towards his own and kissed him hungrily, tongue taking possession of the other boy’s mouth and claiming it as its own.

Seamus didn’t seem to mind that much…

“No more words, Finnigan…” moaned Malfoy slowly as soon as he released his lover’s mouth. “Go deeper, harder… ah! I know you can do better than this…”

Seamus nodded enthusiastically and renewed his thrust with more vigor. Malfoy’s hands roamed the boy’s back, nails marking his skin.

Seamus seemed to like that quite a lot, because he let out a deep growl of pleasure before attacking Malfoy’s pert, pink nipples, taking one into his mouth and sucking desperately before releasing it, licking it as an apology, and then repeating the treatment with the other.

Malfoy threw his head back and mewled, actually mewled at the roughness.

“You feel so good, so deep inside me…” he said softly, one of his hands curling around Seamus’ hair.

Harry’s eyes widened as the Irish boy raised his eyes and smiled in complete adoration.

“I knew you’d love this, beautiful, I’ve been practicing. Tell me you want more…” He growled, taking Malfoy’s thighs into his hands and aiming his thrusts more purposefully. He seemed to be doing it great, because Malfoy’s flushed cheeks colored further and his eyes shut tightly. His hold onto the Gryffindor’s back precarious.

“So good, so very good, more, Finnigan, I want - need more…”

“Whatever you want, love…” was his answer.

Harry stood there in complete shock, his head was spinning and somewhere along the show, though he would never admit it to himself, he realized he was getting turned on. Slowly, and completely without his knowledge nor permission, his traitorous hand had slipped inside his trousers and was caressing his had member in time with Seamus’ thrusts, trying to imagine what it would be like to be with them, like them.

Thrusting with abandon into the tight heat that was Malfoy, been kissed and caressed by Seamus.

He looked around.

No one would be able to see or hear him, so… who would actually know if he wanked while staring at them?

No one, of course.

And sure, he had Ginny to relieve all his sexual tension, but he wasn’t about to go wake his girlfriend up because he was getting horny watching Draco Malfoy, that would be a huge No-no. Ginny deserved more respect than that.

Shrugging, even though in the back of his mind a voice was telling him he might regret it later, he went down on his knees, pulled his cock out of his trousers and fixed his eyes on the couple, masturbating as furiously as he could.

Oh, the pleasure…

The exquisite pleasure he felt at that moment.

He wondered if he saw Ginny pleasuring herself as he wanked it would feel like that.

Weirdly enough, he doubted it. He didn’t know why though.

His eyes traveled up Seamus’ strong arms and muscled back to Malfoy’s face of utter ecstasy and knew exactly why. This was so forbidden.

He really doubted someone besides Seamus had seen the Malfoy heir look so defenseless and unguarded. Like there was nothing else that mattered at that moment than his connection with one Seamus Finnigan.

Harry’s stomach twisted at that thought.

He wouldn’t think as of why, though, he refused to.

“Finnigan… Seamus, I’m so close now,” Draco whimpered, his face hiding itself in the Irishman’s neck. Seamus gasped, and if it wasn’t for Malfoy’s blond hair, Harry would have been able to see the lone tear slidding down his friend’s cheek.

“You called me by my name, you actually called me Seamus,” he said in awe, his body now frantic to reach the promised orgasm, Malfoy smiled gently and nodded on his skin.

Immediately Seamus’ hand flew between them to stroke Malfoy’s own erection, pulling even louder moans and groans from the boy. Harry’s hand hurried.

Suddenly Malfoy’s back arched, his eyes widened and his mouth let out a barely hissed: “Oh my god, Seamus!” before his body convulsed for a second. Seamus’ eyes widened also, his body went rigid right there and there as he screamed a loud:

“MASTER!”

Harry needed no further explanation. He bit his lips as he reached his own climax, surely he had soiled his robes, but franqly, he couldn’t care less.

His eyes were wide, his breathing erratic.

And only one word repeated over and over in his head.

‘Master?’

Seamus was panting, leaving lazy kisses on Malfoy’s shoulders and chest. Suddenly he looked up and beamed.

“Did that please you, master?” he asked eagerly. Malfoy smiled.

“You were excellent, Finnigan. The best so far.” Seamus’ chest filled with pride as he lowered Malfoy back onto the floor gently, as if he could break at any given second. And one the blond was securely standing, he went down himself on his knees and nuzzled the Slytherin’s legs and feet with his head.

“I’m so glad to please you, my master. I don’t want to let you down ever.” Malfoy smiled indulgently and petted the Irish boy’s head.

“I know, Finnigan, I know,” a lazy wave of his wand and Malfoy and Seamus were dressed once more, no evidence left of their earlier activities. “Now be a good boy and go back to bed. You have early lessons tomorrow.”

Seamus nodded happily and, with one last lingering kiss, skipped… yes, skipped away.

“Oh, and Finnigan?” Malfoy’s drawl stopped him for a second.

“Yes, my master?”

Malfoy smirked.

“If someone asks you about tonight, you can tell them as much as you choose. I trust your judgement.” The other boy’s amber eyes widened lightly and the silliest smile spread across his face.

“Thank you, master! I won’t disappoint you!” with one last bow, Seamus disappeared. Malfoy ran a hand over his hair, mussing it a little.

“I guess that made him happy, huh?” A drawling voice mussed from behind Harry, who jumped in surprise. Malfoy smiled.

“Daphne, dearest, I didn’t hear you come.” The girl in question, new Slytherin queen now that Parkinson was safely residing in Azkaban, smiled.

“I was bussy myself, you know, Boot was feeling terribly stressed.” She said as she leaned and kissed Malfoy on the cheek.

“I’m sure he was,” the blond responded, taking the girls hand.

“Still, I cannot manage like you do, Malfoy, that Finnigan was positively glowing,” Harry crawled, a little tired, after them. He needed to hear that.

“The sex is fulfilling, of course.” Malfoy explained simply. “But he values most the trust I put in him, he feels valued once more. You do know the after-war party fiasco, am I right?” Daphne sighed.

“How could I forget that, you have done quite a thorough research then.”

Malfoy smirked.

“Only the best for my lovely pet, don’t you think?” he said simply. “Let’s go to bed, dearest, and do wake Blaize up. I think we have much to discuss, specially about the new ones.”

“As you order, Game Master.” Daphne bowed a little and smiled, walking along her classmate into the Slytherin Dormitories.

Harry blinked a few times. Eyes wide.

Now that he was out of the rush of such explosive orgasm, he could really think about what he had seen.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!?!?”

To be continued.

Notes: Oh, yes. Little old me did it again. You might want to try and guess about this, though I’m pretty sure you all can see where this is going, and No. Don’t worry, is not a dark DOM/SUB story, or maybe it is, but I’m trying a new twist that came to my mind a few weeks later and I couldn’t help but try it out.

As usual I ask for your reviews, be it good or bad, will improve my skills and are anyways welcomed.

Until we read each other next.

Much love,
Mistress of the Spoils.