Harry Potter and the Lakeside Romance

Harry Potter dipped his legs in the Black Lake and sighed. He had just had a terrible fight with Ron and Hermione, and was feeling dreadfully lonely because of it. Being the Chosen One sure was tough sometimes. 

But it was such a beautiful spring day that he soon forgot his troubles. He lay on the grass, let his feet bob in the water, and drifted off to sleep.

***

Harry awoke to the sensation of his feet being gently massaged. “That feels good,” he muttered, still half-asleep.

The massage crept up his legs. “That feels really good,” he moaned. He  was more awake now, and in more than one sense of the term.

The massage kept going north. It went further up his legs… then up his shorts.

Harry gasped in alarm and sat up, now fully conscious. That was getting a little too close for comfort! He was about to confront his masseuse, but stopped in shock when he realised who he was dealing with. It was the Giant Squid.

“Giant Squid?! What are you doing?!” shouted Harry.

The Giant Squid responded with squid noises. It hadn’t removed its tentacles from Harry’s legs.

“This is totally inappropriate!” said Harry. And yet, he had been enjoying it…

The Squid cast its eyes down, looking ashamed of itself. The tentacles retreated.

“Don’t give me that look,” said Harry. He sounded stern, but was secretly disappointed he had been released.

The Squid whimpered.

“Oh, I can’t stay mad at you. You’re forgiven.” Harry tickled one of the Squid’s massive tentacles.

The Squid made happy squid sounds and playfully shot ink at Harry.

Harry took the black ink right in his chest. He tried to rub if off, but his efforts just spread it all over his body. “Ooh, now I’m all oily.”

The Squid made a heart with two of its tentacles. Harry laughed. “Come on, you big cephalopod, help me clean up.”

The Squid wrapped its strong limbs around Harry and started scrubbing the boy wizard clean. Harry laughed at the tickling sensation, then sighed. Suddenly, being enveloped in the Giant Squid’s tentacles seemed to make his problems fade away.

 “I feel so safe in your tentacles,” he whispered to the Giant Squid. Harry squealed in delight as the Squid tightened its grip.

And then Harry was airborne, soaring through the air to meet the Squid face to giant face. Their eyes met—Harry lost himself in the Squid’s beautiful black eyes.

“You have such beautiful black eyes,” Harry said as he leaned forward to kiss the Squid between them. The Squid, suddenly bashful, fluttered them in response.

“Don’t be shy,” teased Harry. “You have a massage to finish.”

Harry moaned as the tentacles rubbed him all over. Lost in pleasure, it took him a minute to notice that one of them felt… different. He reached and touched it.

“Oh my,” said Harry. “That’s quite the wand you have.”

The Giant Squid squirted ink everywhere.