Hidden Agenda\'s

Gilderoy Lockhart had not had visitors in over 5 years of his stay. It was therefore quite a shock when the healers received news that he would receive a visitor that very afternoon. Gilderoy had been sitting at his desk practicing his lettering as they had taught him.(When he found out that we was actually getting a visitor) Deciding that it was best not to get in the way of the healers,having learned that they could be quite mean to him when he didn't do what they said,got in the way or made a fuss about things,often been relegated to one of the solitary confinement rooms when there were other visitors around so that he would not get in the way.

He smiled at the the Healer brightly and nodded saying his thanks,as they usually tried to drug him if he wasn't in a good mood,and he would rather sit with a false smile than be forced to sleep off his frustrations,though he might risk a thought that this was one of his first genuine smiles in the longest time, he was actually genuinely excited about actually having someone visit him.

Gilderoy waited rather impatiently in his armchair that the healers were so fond of depositing him into, signing Autographs of pictures of himself,rather pleased with the result of the pretty ink on his picture.The writing rather child like in its manner,but he was proud non the less of it.He sighed in impatience as he kept looking at the door waiting for the odd man that was coming to visit him,wondering who it could be. He'd never received visitors before,and he was fairly certain (after much thought) that those nice children that he spoke to a couple of months ago,weren't really his visitors at all,but he was giddy with the prospect of his very own visitor,all to himself. He stared at the bedside clock to see he had another half hour before he had a visitor.

Tapping his quill on the Photograph before him and watching himself twitch in irritation at each tap, the other Gilderoy in the picture smiling back and waving at himself,winking,as if knowing some long forgotten secret he himself longed to know,making him tap more and more writing his name in blotted ink over the left corner of the photo,stilling and thoughtlessly writing the name of his visitor on the opposite corner,staring at it demandingly trying to remember the name or at least the face behind the name...

After sitting in his chair for the better part of half an hour,Gilderoy could no longer take it, his childish wander and natural curiosity had won over and he was tired of sitting in his chair! He'd been sitting in it since mid-morning tea,and was sick of it. He got up checking to make certain that the healers weren't around before slipping out of the ward,checking once more that there were no healers around.

Slipping into the corridor he grinned to himself proudly,smoothing back his longish wavy blond hair,before turning down to walk down the corridore careful to avoid any doors with glass windows for seeing through. Once at the end of the corridor he found the door locked. He frowned at it accusingly and looked around trying to find some way of opening it,his bright blue eyes spotting someone coming up the stairs and tried to see,pressing his nose to the glass his hands splayed out trying to get a better view of who it might be,just in time to feel someone closing there hard grip around his arm.

Turning around he saw the rather hefty old healer frowning at him "Gilderoy,you bad boy! you know your not aloud out of the ward. And on the day you have a visitor" she tutted tugging him back toward his ward in an iron grip,but he didn't want to go,he wanted to see who his visitor was,who the strange man who had written him was. He wanted to find out so desperately what the man named Horace Slughorn knew about him. He cried out and trying to get her to stop so that he could at least get to sea who was coming up the corridor.

A sharp slap to his rump stopped him in mid scramble as the healer had grown tired of this "Gilderoy Lockhart! If you don't calm down right now I'll have Mr.Slughorn come another day and you can sit in the time out room until then" she stated calmly before dragging him back to his seat and sitting him down,staring down at him as he glared quietly at his own feat,his rump stinging like hell,It was hardly fair! He thought bitterly but sat quietly waiting for the man to come.

As if flying in on the hands of the clock,there was a man at the door looking through the ward,before spotting him sitting at his desk,and waddled forward. Gilderoy stared at the man...there was something about him,that he didn't quite like. The man was rotunded for beginners. He had seen his fair share of large people (cough healer) but this man had a belly the size of a small child and there was something about the way that the mans eyes looked at him that made him feel rather uncomfortable,not to mention the idea that he might get lost in that walrus mustache of his if the man were to breath too deeply.The smell coming off him was of food and too much of it. ..but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth and smiled.

"Hello! I'm Gilderoy Lockhart! Are you the man thats come to visit me today?" he asked with his broadest grin standing up ignoring the sting in his backside from the smack "Why hello Gilderoy. Why yes I am the man thats come to visit. Though you may call me Horace if you prefer.How are you today Gilderoy" He answered trying to set himself in the chair beside Gilderoy but the chair not giving way,so he moved to sit on the bed beside Gilderoy instead.

Gilderoy gave him the best smile he could, and nodded "I'm very well indeed,thank you Horace! ...would you like an Autograph?"he motioned to the pictures over his bed hanging off the wall,most of which had been autographed. "Thankyou Gilderoy,maybe later" replied the older man rather slowly as if talking to a mentally disturbed child. Gilderoy smile faltered for exactly 1.3 seconds when he heard that tone,making something in the back of his head click as if warning him of danger before rising up again "...do I know you?" he said looking Slughorn over with his big blue eyes his smile wide and bright.

Slughorn smiled and nodded "Yes Gilderoy. You and I were very very good friends." He said with a smile from behind his bush mustache, twirling his fingers around it. "I was your favorite Professor at Hogwarts my dear dear boy....don't you recall?" he said pulling out a big tin of sugar biscuits and magically produced a rather large pot of tea.Gilderoy squirmed in his seat wanting desperately to see how he made that trick happen, and raised his neck watching as the tea served itself and the cookies landed on a plate floating toward him.

"We..were friends?" he repeated taking the cookie and his smile slipping slowly as he looked at the man thoughtfully trying to remember, before taking a large bite of the star shaped glazed confectionery. but the smile was back quicker than you could say Firebolt, and he tilted his head at an odd angle "Well thats nice! I expect that I was one of your best friends!" he said with his chest puffing out watching a cup and teapot floating to him, but as he reached for the cup it seamed to fall into his lap along with the teapot,spilling boiling hot tea all over his lap and chest making him cry out in pain.

Slughorn stood up and instantly took the pot shards away trying to clean off the tea with a rather small hanky watching as the healers came forward to help him "Gilderoy are you alright?" asked the healer who had brought him in,Gilderoy nodded through thinly concealed tears "that was extremely clumsy of you Gilderoy, apologies to Mr.Slughorn for nearly breaking his teapot!" she said firmly,Gilderoy turned looking down wet his skin burning "Sorry Sir." he muttered resigned.

"Oh Pish and Tish! it was just abit of hot tea, and its not one of my favorites...but I think we do need to get you out of those wet clothes and check your burns" he said in a kindly almost grandfatherly(gilderoy assumed would be a grandfatherly) tone,not unlike that of the funny tall man with the half moon specticles who had brought him here. Gilderoy smiled and nodded,looking up at the healers who looked rather irritated by this turn of events.

"Of course I am sure that the healers are rather busy and I'm more than capable of taking care of a few burns if they would prefer?" he asked with his self assured smile helping himself to a cookie and offering them to the staff who agreed hastily,their shifts nearly through and wanting to go off early,not wanting to have to treat burns and such. " Of course you can. the bathroom if through there if you prefer and theres a small anti chamber we use for quiet time that he can get dressed and undressed in."with that they left.

Gilderoy got up carefully staring down at his soiled robes and careful not to drip on the ground,no wanting the healers to get angry that he made a mess,and followed Slughorn to the bathrooms. "I'm awefully sorry about this..."said Gilderoy looking down at the dark patches on his baby-blue robes,with a small frown "Not at all my sweet boy...no at all..." came the answer as he opened the door to reveal the bathroom.

Walking in Gilderoy frowned at his surroundings,the cold concrete feel of the bathroom around him,the empty stalls at the furthest end, a cloak room next to them,dimly lit,and shower stalls opposite them lined up with compartments walls between each,benches lined in the center of the room, light coming through industrial lights and a small barred window hanging over the top side opposite the entrance.

Slughorn followed Gilderoy as he walked into the cloak room,benches lining the walls, and a long bench in the middle,not unlike that of the benches inside of the bathroom. He watched as Gilderoy removed his outer robes , and hung it on one of the conveniently located hooks in the room.And then removed his jacket and shirt, folding them neatly on the bench beside the hook and sitting down to remove his shoes. After a few Ooohs and Ahh's at feeling the fabric peal from his burns.

Slughorn saw the burns on the upper part of Gilderoy's stomach and frowned regretting them, but finding them necessary,as he started to remove his own outer robes, at which Gilderoy instantly stopped undressing. "Eh...what are you doing?" He asked reasonably unsettled as he watched the fat man removing his clothing. " I have to clean you my dear boy...That means I have to get undressed...I don't want to get my clothes wet..do I?" Gilderoy stared vacantly at him,but the man just kept on removing his clothes as if this were completely normal,sucking on his lip for a moment,something telling him that this wasn't exactly right,but if the healers didn't mind it,nor should he,he guessed, and removed his trousers. "Yes of course! How silly of me...are you sure you don't want an Autograph? My bed is just down the way..." he asked trying to rid himself of the small feeling nagging and tugging at him,telling him to get out of the room immediately.

"No...we really do need to look at those burns Gilderoy...don't want them scarring you...they /do/ look like they hurt awfully" said Slughorn as if talking to a scared 7 year old. Licking his lips nervously he headed for the showers, smiling to himself for no reason,other than trying to hide the tremble in his lips.

Undressing swiftly the old large man followed him into the room to find him already heading for the shower stalls, He followed and turned the shower on testing the heat and helping Gilderoy into it. "Now you must stay very still Gilderoy so that I don't miss anything..." He said helpfully,his hands sliding down the waist slim waist before him, only to be stopped by a pair of wet underwear. "tut tut my boy I'm afraid this will never do, you really should know that I need to take these off...need to check that we didnt burn you 'down there'" said slughorn whispering the last words as if it were a big secret what Gilderoy hid in his underwear,and slid them off.

"here hold onto the pipe...theres a good boy" he said pushing Gilderoy's arms toward the pipe his hands locking around the water pipe in front of him feeling the mans soapy hands gliding over his body once the shower was turned off sudsing him up,before hosing him down again.Gilderoy turning redder and redder as the man did a good job of cleaning every corner of him...touching him in places that felt wrong,but so good, he bravely fought to maintain the smile on his face,staring vacantly at the wall in front of him, but failing as the mans rather chubby fingers started to press into his anus.

"Hnmm Please..don't do that...I don't like that!" He stated trying to pull away from the pipe so that he could get away to find his hands stuck "Shhh Its for your own good Gilderoy my boy...you'll thank me later" he promised,letting the oil slick finger slip into him."Arrh! No! Stop! I really don't like this! Please...I'm all better now...please let me go" He said getting quiet hysterical. "Shhh all done..lets wash the soap off and we can get you dried up and put some ointment on those nasty burns of yours..alright?" The water cleaned him off and he found his hands could move,wondering if he was imagining things,like everyone kept accusing him of doing.

Gilderoy took a deep breath and nodded,walking carefully,the wet oilyness down his crack creating an unpleasant feeling for him, but he moved to the towels and once again the man took the towel job of drying him off,paying careful attention to the burns on his privates and rubbing the rough hospital towel up and down his crack a few times,to make sure it was dry, and then applied the ointment on his burns,taking care to apply it liberally on his privates. Gilderoy's face burning in humiliation, as he walked away while Slughorn dried himself off.

Once Gilderoy got back into the cloak room, he decided to get dressed as quickly as possible,and leave. Pulling on his underwear and hoping around in his trousers his ass still feeling unpleasantly slick, but he didnt care there was something wrong about this and he wanted to get out...maybe play a game of wizards chess with that Frank bloke (or his version of wizards chess).

Slughorn walked in just as Gilderoy had wrestled himself into his shirt and was buttoning it up. Frowning he sighed "My dear Boy,We're not yet done here" He said taking out his wand and clothing himself magically,but not putting it away again. "I thank you for your time Horace,but Its about supper time and I'd really like to get to that."He said not bothering with his shoes and walking out of the cloak room toward the door...only to find it locked. "Please get back here Gilderoy...I really aught to check those burns of yours" he said walking into the room.

Gilderoy felt his heart go wild and he yelled out banging on the door only to find it of no use, he swallowed and turned to see the man watching him with a sad frown on his face,making him feel ill,as he backed away and ran into one of the toilet stalls,locking the door his chest flying up and down like a frightened dove.

But it didn't work as the door seemed to unlock itself and swing open, the big fat older man walking in and closing it behind him "That was very naughty of you Gilderoy. I'm sure that you will behave better in Future,"he said gripping onto his fore arm and extracting him from the behind the toilet,before letting go and pulling down his undone trousers and turning him around pressing him against the wall.

"Now try to keep quiet Gilderoy...this wont take to long"said Horace as he slid himself out of his trousers and pushed it against Gilderoys ass. Gilderoy some how knew what was coming and let out a tiny whimper refusing to break down,but as he felt the other mans dick being pushed into him,he let out a sob,pressing his cheek against the wall,and prayed for it to stop the pain worse than he could imagine.

When he thought it couldn't get any worse,he felt something inside him burst,sending him pleasure and pain,making him sob louder not wanting to experience pleasure from this...something inside of him broke free and he let out a animalistic howl"PROFESSOR" as he felt himself orgasm,arching up against the wall,letting out new sobs,as the man behind him stiffened and came inside Gilderoy,holding him against the wall as he took the waves of his own pleasure.

Finally he slipped out of the sobbing man, who dropped to the floor and hid behind the toilet once more. Slughorn frowned remembering himself being called Professor and stared at Gilderoy with a frown,taking out a large bag of Honeydukes sweets. "Mr.Lockhart...what do you remember?"He asked the sobbing man moving closer and pulling him up,watching the man shake and tremble "Nothing....just...I don't know...Its really...muddled..." he said quietly staring away from the man,all childish joy gone from his face,as if his innocence had been robbed from him yet again,by this man...and it had...

Horase frowned and dug in the bag pushing a few sweets into his hand,but Gilderoy kept it limp not taking it "Take them" ordered Slughorn wanting to take the sting out of the abuse Gilderoy just suffered,pushing the sweets into his palm.but Gilderoy shook his head "take them Mr.Lockhart!"he ordered and finally Gilderoy took the sweets and pocketed them still sobbing quietly. Slughorn not happy with that,his conscience needing to be cleared, pushed a sweet into Gilderoys mouth watching as he chewed it.

Gilderoy thought it had to be the worst tasting sweet he'd ever had.the sickly sweetness that was honey dukes fudge,making him want to be sick, as it clung to his mouth...the sweet would normally have tasted wonderful,but it was so difficult to eat anything as he was...everything seemed to hurt and he felt ill,leaning over to the side he upchucked the sweet and his afternoon tea,slipping down the wall to curling up and crying.

Slughorn frowned at this behavior,deciding that it was best to remove this memory from him,but wanting to preserve the memories that he regained so that he could have old Gilderoy back...he smirked to himself at the possibilities of a desperate man willing to do anything for any bit of attention...this wasn't really his Gil...even if he is a good fuck...he thought to himself.

Taking out a small vial of potion he tilted the mans head back and put a single drop in watching as the pained broken face went vacant and then looked at him with a pleasant smile,even if it was somewhat paler than he should be. "Horace?"came the hoarse voice. "I don't feel well.." Slughorn nodded and picked him up "Its normal for the burn marks...don't worry you'll feel better soon enough." he said picking him up and leading him out letting the younger man cling to him.

The next day Gilderoy remembered something real about himself as he toyed with the Honeydukes fudge sweets on his desk,after having et one and being violently ill for no reason at all: He really hated Honey duke sweets.