Harry Potter and David 04 By David (DAG1064@aol.com)
Author's note: All recognized characters with the exception of David belong to the great Miss Rowling. Many thanks to her for creating a great world of fantasy. This story is fiction, so enjoy!
Harry Potter and David 04
Reactions, a Quidditch Tournament, Parent's Weekend
The Great Hall was silent the next morning as Harry and I appeared. People just stared at us except for our Gryffindor housemates. They were too busy eating breakfast and talking about the day's classes. Harry and I took our seats as usual. Ron pushed the day's Daily Prophet towards me. I picked it up and the first thing I saw was the headline.
"Wizarding World's Savior Is Gay! By Rita Skeeter.
While I was covering the recent events afflicting Hogwarts, I stumbled across the sight of the Wizarding World's Hero Harry Potter having gay sex with the boy known as David. Both of them were by the lakeside, acting in a very shameful manner unbecoming wizards. David must be removed from Hogwarts so that he won't lead Harry Potter any further astray and afflict the students there with his "orientation". It is very clear to me that the possibility of David being an agent of You-Know-Who is even stronger now than ever. I shall make it my mission to expose him for being a Death Eater spy and stop him from destroying Hogwarts!" I read out loud to Harry. Harry closed his eyes and groaned. "Oh shit." That wasn't the word I was looking for to describe things, but it worked. Looking up at the staff table, I noted Dumbledore and McGonogall in conversation. Dumbledore wasn't smiling, and neither was she. The other teachers were talking to each other as well, and Snape had his trademark evil glare working overtime. So far there hadn't been any comments directed at us just yet, but they wouldn't be long in coming, I was sure of that. I had the feeling Draco Malfoy would be the first to open his mouth.
"May I have everyone's attention please," the soft quiet voice of Dumbledore stopped all conversations and all of us turned to face him. Once he was sure he held our attention, he continued. "I am sure that all of you have seen the Daily Prophet this morning. It put two of our students in a very difficult position and treated them most unfairly and did not give them a chance to defend themselves. One of the things that Hogwarts has strove for is to help all those who come here, regardless of who they are and what they are. Over the years of my lifetime I have met many who have passed through those door and have treated them all fairly. Hogwarts has had gay students here before, and I am sure will do so again. These two young men have chosen to be together and I have honored that choice and see nothing wrong with it. What concerns me most about these two young men is what direction they choose to take their lives once the graduate from here, and what kind of people they turn out to be. Will they walk the path of light? Will they walk the path of the darkness? That is what concerns me most, and I hope they choose the right path, and use their abilities to help all who ask for it. I am now announcing a new addition to the Hogwarts policy regarding discrimination against students and the staff, and that is none may harass any of the gay students here. If a student or staff is caught harassing a gay student or staff, I will authorize Mr. Fitch to use the most extreme punishment possible. Is that understood?" All of us shuddered at the joyful expression on Filch's face as he grinned most evilly. That was a man I never wanted to cross.
Breakfast ended, and we all headed off to classes, the students buzzing about the announcement. The first test was encountered in potions class. Harry and I walked in and sat down at our desks towards the right rear of the room. The rest of the Gryffindors fanned out around us and took their seats as usual. Lee Jordan nodded to us and the Weasley Twins gave us a thumbs up. We knew we had support.
"Isn't that sweet?" a sarcastic voice said. "The two freaks together." I looked up at Malfoy and saw him sneering at us. Goyle and Crabbe were right behind him cracking their knuckles, daring us to do something.
"Well, Malfoy," I said as I opened my book, "I wondered about you, Goyle, and Crabbe for the longest time. Now I know you guys are a threesome." That brought down the roof. Everyone including the Slytherins was rolling on the floor. I saw Snape crack a tiny smile as he stood behind Malfoy. Malfoy turned a dark red.
"Wait till my father hears of this," he snarled.
"What, that you need more condoms?" I snapped back. Snape turned around so we couldn't see him crack up. The Weasley Twins were slapping high fives while Lee Jordan and Ron were hanging off each other. Neville was rolling on the floor and Hermione was holding her sides. I was enjoying this.
"Ladies and gentlemen, shall we take our seats now and concentrate on class? Miss Pomfrey needs more fever reducer potion for her stores and we will be brewing that potion today," Snape called out over the din, trying to keep a straight face. We all settled down into our seats and got to work.
By the time lunch rolled around, word of what happened in potions had gotten around faster than a wildfire. Whenever Malfoy passed a group of students, they'd point at him and start laughing. McGonogall herself had a big grin on her face and awarded me and Harry forty points each for being cool under fire. As we settled down at lunch, a bunch of owls swooped down into the great hall. A stack of letters got dumped onto Dumbledore's table and a few of the owls dumped a few letters on the table in front of Harry and me along with another copy of the Daily Prophet. Ron took the paper while Harry and I started reading the mail. Frankly I was surprised at the mail. It ran 90% in favor of us and 10% against. I heard only one howler go off at Dumbledore at the staff table. He didn't react, merely flipped the howler over his shoulder and into the fire behind him. Lucius Malfoy's voice was immediately silenced in mid sentence, really pissing Malfoy off. Ron elbowed me and then handed me the paper.
"Ministry of Magic Reacts To Dumbledore's Announcement and Policy at Hogwarts! Minister Fudge today issued a statement applauding Dumbledore's announcement and new policy at Hogwarts. He was quoted as saying that there was already too much discrimination in both the Muggle world and the Wizarding world. He stated that he was glad to see a very prominent Wizard take a stand for a person's right to love who they choose.
Rita Skeeter then interrupted the Minister's speech and declared that he and the noble Dumbledore are too old and feeble to be dictating to the Wizarding World what is proper and what wasn't. She then stated that the boy known as David was an agent of You-Know-Who and was plotting to destroy Hogwarts and accused him of turning Harry Potter to the dark side.
The Daily Prophet wishes to announce to all that Rita Skeeter was fired by the Daily Prophet management for her actions and deemed them improper and damaging to the reputations of the two young men. For the record, we clearly state that their sexuality is their business and nobody else's. Many Wizards side with the Ministry of their support for these two young men and Dumbledore's new policy. This reporter wishes them well. This is Ronald Freesen reporting," I read out loud and then looked up.
The entire hall was silent. Nothing had been said as I had read the article. I folded the paper and set it to the right of me and exhaled sharply. Then I saw a few nods from a table and then a few more from other tables. It became clear that we had been accepted. I knew there would be a few hard cases and decided to leave them to Dumbledore to deal with. For now, life went on and so must we.
Harry and I lay in bed together in our private flat, Harry spooned into me. He had gone to sleep and I lay awake thinking of the day's events. Nobody came right out and openly said they supported us other than our housemates, but just nodded at us. Harry and I had decided to watch ourselves carefully and be sure not to do anything that would upset people. There was no need to push things. All we did was touch or hold hands in the halls and smile at each other. We saved everything else for the flat. I looked down into his face and wiped away a bit of sweat from his exertions when we had made love. This time we went all the way. I had sent Dobby up into the flat to fix it up for us. First was to be a romantic dinner by candlelight, followed by a bath, and then going to bed. Dobby had out done himself. When he arrived at the flat, he opened the door for us and escorted us in. Where he found the tux jacket with tails and the black tie I have no idea, but it suited him well. I'd ask him later.
Soft violin music played in the background as he served us dinner and then cleared off the table and disappeared as I led Harry into the bath. There were candles placed all over the bathroom and the bath water was scented with rose. I turned Harry to me and he started to say something but I stopped him with a kiss.
"Love you," I whispered as I slowly undressed him. He smiled and undressed me, taking the time to slowly caress me. I shivered at the touch of his fingers on my torso. If this was heaven, I wasn't leaving.
"Like that, don't you?" Harry whispered into my ear. "You'll like this." He ran a fingertip along the bottom of my very hard six inches and I shivered even more at the touch. Harry knew what turned me on, or he was just guessing.
"That's so hot," I hissed through clenched teeth. He laughed as he stepped into the tub and helped me in. He sat down behind me, his legs stretched out next to mine. He gently pulled me back until I was resting against his body and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed my neck, sending shivers up and down my spine. Oh God, did that feel good.
"Harry," I moaned. He licked at the back of my ear and sucked on the ear lobe. I closed my eyes and let myself sink into bliss. This was heaven. I could feel his fingertips playing with my erect nipples and that felt good. I lay against him for a bit as he continued to pleasure me. Then he reached for a big plastic cup and slowly poured water over me. He washed my long hair first, and then started in on the rest of me. I loved feeling his wet soapy hands moving around my body, especially my genitals. Feeling his hands soaping up my nuts got me very hard. I got very close to cumming, but Harry stopped long before I got to that point.
"Plenty of time for that later, love. I want to enjoy it," he said. He rinsed me clean of the soap and then we changed positions. He sat down in front of me and I behind him. I spent a few minutes pleasuring him in the same way he pleasured me and he loved it. I could feel his body react to my touches. It amazed me how a person's body could react to pleasure. It was a mystery to me how the human body could do that. I knew for sure I had some researching to do.
I took the cup from the edge of the tub and poured water over Harry and started washing him. His hair felt silky soft under my fingers. He moaned softly from the pleasure of my fingers massaging his scalp. I reached for the soap and started washing his body. His skin felt slick smooth from the soap and water. I loved touching his body. He wasn't really skinny or buffed up. He was just right in his unique way. I gently stroked his six inches and soaped up his nuts. Harry shivered as I gently cleaned him.
"Feels so good Dave," he moaned.
"I love doing this my love," I whispered into his ear. He laughed at that. "I love making love to you." I rinsed the soap off him and he turned to kiss me. Our mouths met, tongues wrestled each other for a moment. Oh God, did I ever fall in love with him all over again! We got out of the tub and dried each other off. He led me into the bedroom and to the bed.
"Make love to me please," he whispered to me. I did just that.
He got on the bed and laid out flat. I lay down next to him and began caressing him. He closed those brilliant emerald green eyes and moaned softly. I started to kiss his torso, enjoying the taste of clean skin and the soap we had used in the bath. I licked and sucked on his nipples, driving him crazy again. He squeezed my arms as I sucked his navel and licked it out. He flipped me over and started giving me the same treatment I had given him. I felt his fingers and hands caressing me all over as he sucked and licked on my nipples. I felt so damn good. Before I knew it he had found my very hard six inches and was taking it in his mouth. I found his in my face and started sucking on his. His cock had a very unique taste. I really can't describe it, but it was definitely all Harry. I felt myself getting to the breaking point and Harry must have gotten there because he gently pulled out of my mouth.
"Not yet lover. I want to get inside of you," he whispered to me. I grinned at that. "So do I, but I'm not sure what to do."
"So let's check out the book," he said. I had forgotten about the book Bill had given us. Harry reached into the nightstand and got it out. Both of us read that chapter and learned about lubricating and stretching each other out carefully and then how to do it for the first time. It all made good sense.
"Here's the lube," Harry said, reaching back into the drawer. He handed me a tube of KY. I opened it and carefully put a bit on my index finger as Harry lay across me. I slowly penetrated his ass with the finger and started stretching him carefully. Harry moaned softly as I got him ready for my cock. I added a second finger a moment later. He whined a bit louder. "Oh that feels so good!" I wiggled both fingers deep inside of him and he lifted his head and moaned out loud. Hearing that really turned me on. I worked a third finger inside him and he gasped.
"Are you okay love?" I asked. He sighed. "Oh yes!" I knew the time was right. I slowly withdrew my fingers and lay back, my own hard six inches waving hello. Harry put a few drops of the KY on my cock and rubbed it in. Dropping the tube on the nightstand, he straddled my hips and I could feel my cock poking his ass. He took hold of it and pointed the tip of my cock into his anal ring. He slowly sat down on it, breathing a bit as he was entered for the first time.
"Push a little love, and it will go in easier," I instructed him. I felt my cock head pop into him a moment later. Harry relaxed for a moment.
"Okay?" I asked, concerned. Harry looked down at me and nodded. He continued to move down on my cock until he sat on my hips. He let out a very erotic sigh and relaxed a moment. Then he started moving up and down on me. I can't describe the feelings I was getting. There were beyond anything I'd ever felt. Feeling Harry's ass moving up and down on my cock was fantastic. He did that for a few minutes and then slipped off.
"I'm ready," he whispered, his eyes closed, tears leaking from the corners. I was close to tears myself. He rolled onto his back and I slipped a folded pillow under him and got between his legs. I slowly pushed myself inside him and he moaned in passion and pleasure. Both of us shivered at the same time. I took a breath and then started fucking Harry. I could feel my cock moving in and out of him and I felt so close to him in that moment. I could feel the pressure building up and I knew I was about to cum. I leaned down and kissed him.
"Are you going to cum? Cum in me, lover. I want you inside me," he moaned. Suddenly the feelings exploded and I felt myself cumming. "I'm cumming, love." Harry grabbed my arms and squeezed them tight as I ejaculated deep inside of him. I kept on shooting until I ran dry. I slowly pulled out of Harry and he kissed me as I cried. I don't know why I cried, I wasn't sad or anything. We found out later it was the body's reaction to such overwhelming feelings that it does that, especially after intense lovemaking. Just the way it is.
I calmed down finally and Harry smiled at me. "That was wonderful." I smiled as we kissed. "If that's what being in love feels like, I love it." Harry grinned. "My turn." He turned me over on his lap and reached for the KY. I felt a slicked finger enter my ass and I closed my eyes to enjoy the feelings. Yeah, it did feel good, especially when it's somebody you truly love doing it to you. Harry took his time in working up to three fingers. By the time he got there, I was feeling no pain, only pleasure. Yes, I was hard again. Go figure.
"Either this is an eager beaver or someone's glad to feel me," Harry joked. I smiled at the joke. Harry had a nice sense of humor and it showed quite often.
"Ready?" he asked. I looked into his smiling face. "Yes my love." Harry lay flat on his back as I lubed his cock and got it ready. I crouched over it and guided it to my portal. I took a breath and let it out and pushed a little at the same time. It popped in with very little pain and I sighed with relief.
"David?" Harry asked.
"I'm okay Harry," I said. I slowly pushed myself down his cock until I felt his hips on my ass. I relaxed for a moment and then started moving up and down on it. Harry's cock felt perfect in there. I loved feeling his cock deep inside me. I rode his cock for a bit and then slipped off. Harry seemed to know so he rolled over on his knees and held the folded pillow in place as I rolled onto my back. Harry moved forward between my legs and slipped his cock back into me. I closed my eyes and moaned in pleasure. This was a feeling I never wanted to forget. Harry pushed himself all the way in and then adjusted his position a little. He started fucking me and I let myself go to the feelings. I slipped into Getsumi no Michi and started the final part of the mating ritual. I could feel Harry inside my body, mind, spirit, and soul. We were becoming one together. I could feel something wet fall on my face and I knew he was crying. We both were. The feelings were so intense and so right.
"I'm cumming," he whispered, and then he was. I felt his cock jerk inside of me and then felt his cum start to fill me up. I cried out his name a few times as Harry drove his cock deeper into me, wanting to join with me forever. I felt his body shake as he ejaculated inside me. Finally he collapsed and I held his sweaty body against mine as we cried together. We were finally complete.
We stayed in the flat all weekend. We didn't have much to say, we could feel the other's emotions and feelings clearly. We made love quite a few times in the flat, didn't matter where we were, the living room in front of the fireplace, in the kitchen on the table, in the shower under the water, and of course, in bed. It was now Monday morning and as per my habit, I was up early. I had done my morning routine, what I could, and sat in the chair next to the bed watching Harry sleep. He looked so beautiful lying there, eyes closed, body completely relaxed, and breathing softly. Deep inside of me I hoped I had given him what it was he had wanted. Someone to love and trust. I watched his brilliant emerald green eyes open and look at me. I saw joy start in his eyes and spread to the rest of his face. I got down on my knees next to the bed and kissed him.
"Good morning sweetheart," I said. Harry kissed me back and got out of bed. He went into the bathroom and had his shower. I dressed him when he came back out.
"Looking good love," I smiled.
"So do you," he said, kissing me. We didn't want to leave, but we had to. Reality had made its self known and we hated it. He led me to the door and we left our sanctuary behind and entered the world once more. Walking into the great hall, people turned to look at us. I guess there was something about us that silenced the talkers as we sat down. Dumbledore nodded at us, his eyes twinkling merrily. He knew, I have no idea how he knew, but he did. He rose and waited for everyone to pay attention.
"I suppose this is a good time as any," he started. "I have an announcement to make. In light of recent events, I have decided that a pleasant diversion is needed. So therefore, it was decided to declare a Parent's Weekend next month. The parents will arrive on Friday afternoon in time for the evening feast. There will be some form of entertainment. Saturday will feature a double header of sorts, Slytherin taking on Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw taking on Gryffindor in a Quidditch tournament. The final match is to take place Sunday at noon. In between the Saturday matches will be a buffet. Hopefully there will be more entertainment on Saturday night. Ideas will be accepted by end of this week." The entire hall buzzed with excitement as everyone started talking about it. An idea popped into my head and I grinned. This could be fun.
Up in the Gryffindor commons room after classes, I corralled Harry, Ron, Colin, and Seamus in a corner.
"Can you guys sing?" I asked.
"Sure," Seamus replied as the other three nodded.
"Good. Here's what I got in mind," I said, and then explained my idea for Friday night entertainment. The grins I got in return gave approval to my idea. We spent the evening discussing what we would sing, wear, and what dance moves we would do. We would have plenty of time to practice. I handed McGonagall a piece of parchment the next morning detailing our plan. She read it and nodded.
"As long as it's in good taste," she warned.
"It will be," I said. "Don't want to offend anybody." The five of us got right to work. We fit in practice in between classes, Quidditch practice (Harry played Seeker for Gryffindor House), workouts, and meals. We met with Dumbledore and he asked us to do an hour's worth. Apparently Hermione and a few of the Gryffindor girls had wanted the same opportunity as well. Dumbledore then went and announced a talent show for Saturday night's entertainment. That went over big with everybody. If Dumbledore was trying to raise morale in the school, it worked. Everybody was talking about the shows, the matches, and so on. It was nice to see the castle get back to normal.
As I had expected, there were a few people who did give us a hard time. Harry and I for the most part ignored them and they eventually gave up. Well, some of them anyway. Rita Skeeter showed up a few days later in a rage. Harry was the first to see her coming as we stood at the main doors that spring morning, about to leave for a trip into Hogsmede for the day.
"Oh shit, look who's coming!" Harry groaned.
"POTTER! Your language!" McGonagall roared. I pointed to the rapidly approaching figure. McGonagall sighed.
"Trouble indeed," she said. Before she got off the steps to the main doors, Hermione intercepted Skeeter. I couldn't hear what was said, but from the gestures and motions from them, it was obvious that it was a battle. McGonogall marched right up to them and Hermione walked away from them and up to us.
"What did she say?" I asked. Hermione made a face. "She claims to be working for some paper called Witch's Trend. I've never heard of it so I am going to ask at the bookstore in Hogsmede. She has a press ID from them."
"Did you remind her of...?" Harry asked.
"Yes. Bitch beat me to it and showed me her Animagus registration ID," Hermione sighed. I blinked. "Animagus ID?"
"If you are able to transform into an animal, you have to be registered with the Ministry of Magic," Harry explained. I thought for a moment. "How long would it take to send an owl to them and ask for a copy of the registration?" Harry grinned. "I'll meet you guys at the Three Broomsticks."
"Okay. Look for the strange kid swinging from the chandeliers," I cracked. Harry laughed as he headed inside. Hermione and I set off and walked past the two women arguing. Some of the language would set Dumbledore's ears on fire.
"Glad you don't talk like that," I said to Hermione. She looked at me with that funny look she would give us guys if we said something strange. "Please. My mother taught me how to be a proper lady."
"Thank God for that," Ron cracked as he heard what Hermione had just said. I laughed as the three of us continued down the road. I had been in Hogsmede a few times before and liked the place. There was quite a few places I liked there. I needed to get some spring clothes so we planned on going to a few of those stores later after Harry found us. Arriving at the Three Broomsticks, we found the place just a bit empty and I saw a few of the pool tables open. After ordering our drinks, I challenged Ron to a round of billiards. Ron and I started to play as Hermione watched. The place slowly filed up with students from the school and I kept a look out for Harry. He walked in fifteen minutes later and Hermione waved to him. By this time I had beaten Ron and was starting in on Draco Malfoy. He had surprised us by setting down the money for the next match. He had just broken the balls when Harry stepped up and set his drink down on the small counter along the wall. Draco surprised us even more by giving me a good run for my money. In the end I finally got him.
"Nice try, Malfoy. Better luck next time," I said, raising my bottle of beer. He nodded and drifted off . George Weasley was next. As sharp as he was with pranks and fast talk, I royally hustled him good. Fred certainly gave it his best shot but lost his pants as well. Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Harry, and I laughed at their sad expressions. Ron and Hermione eventually drifted off to the dance floor and put some change into the jukebox in the corner and played some slow dance tunes. Harry and I watched them for a bit and it really seemed to me that they were truly right for each other. Love sure is a beautiful thing.
Harry and I left the bar and found a little steakhouse on the next street over and had dinner together. The owner there seemed to know we wanted privacy so he gave us a very private table in the balcony area overlooking the street. It was a romantic kind of dinner, a candle on the center of the table, violin music coming from hidden speakers, and a nice bottle of wine to drink with the food. We even danced together for a bit, us holding onto each other. Looking into his eyes communicated to me everything he wanted to say at the moment, and I didn't want to disturb the moment by saying anything. I hope he understood the messages in my own eyes. I love him.
We left the place a bit after dark, and I thanked the owner and left him a big tip. We got an outstanding invitation, "Come! Come anytime! Special spot always wait for you!" the man told us in heavy accented Italian and we knew we'd come back here. Everyone needs to have a special place to spend time together with the one you love. This would be one of them.
The mail owls swooped down out of the open windows at the top of the hall the next morning. I looked up at the staff table and noted who was sitting there this morning. Snape was being his usual glaring self. A glance at the visitor's table made me sigh. Skeeter was sitting there watching me like a hawk. Shit, this lady was going to tail me all day and I knew I wouldn't get a moment's peace. George Weasley accidentally bumped into me as he came in for breakfast.
"Sorry about that," he said as he slipped a piece of paper into the sleeve of my robe and then went to sit down. The glare on Skeeter's face would have done Snape proud. I shivered at the thought of her sinking her claws into me. An envelope hit the table in front of Harry as I turned to see Hermione open a brown wrapped package. The title of the magazine declared it to be Which's Trend. Hermione was on the case. I turned to Harry to see what his letter was about. The smile on his face was encouraging.
"In class," he stage whispered. I slightly nodded as I drank my coffee. Most of the people here liked pumpkin juice, but not me. I like coffee in the mornings. It's my preferred drink. I really can't stand the stuff and really can't understand how others can drink it. Oh well.
I stood up after having finished breakfast. "Potions is first this morning, so let's get moving folks." The others got up and we started walking out of the great hall. I saw Skeeter jump up and start after us and I sighed.
"Bitch at six 'o clock," I muttered.
"No biggie. I got a plan," Harry said. "Needs a little help from the Twins Weasley, you, and Hermione." I grinned as Hermione giggled. Ron smiled and Fred laughed.
"Mr. Potter, are you finally showing us your devious mind? My my, I can't wait to hear this wondrous plan of yours," George grinned. We sat down in the classroom and waited for Snape to show. As usual, we took our seats in the back of the room. Harry read the letter he had gotten this morning once again and then looked at us.
"Here's what the letter said. Dear Sir,
Thank you for your letter requesting information on one Rita Skeeter. At this current time she is not a registered Animagus with our office. If you have information that this person is an Animagus, please let us know immediately. Thank you," Harry read out loud to us. I grinned. "So now we need to come up with a way to expose her."
"That's where George and Fred come in. I need them to brew a potion to slip into either her food or drink that will transform her into her Animagus shape, thus exposing her. Would be nice if a Ministry officer was here to see it," Harry said.
"Dad. I'll write to Dad at once," Ron said.
"Colin can take the pictures for evidence in case this goes to Wizard court," Harry stated, writing down the plan on paper. I had to admit this was genius on Harry's part.
"I'll hit the library and search for the potion recipe," Hermione volunteered. If anybody could find it, it was her. I liked the plan. It was going to be fun to pull this off. I relaxed and nodded. Everything was going to work out just fine. All we had to do was be cool for a few days.
Harry and I behaved ourselves for the next few days. Everywhere we went she followed us like a beagle hot on the trail of the fox. It was annoying, but we only had to put up with it until Hermione found the recipe for the potion. It was late that evening that she returned to the commons room with a huge grin on her face. She had found it. I smiled as the Weasley Twins grinned. Now their job of getting the required ingredients had started. Did I ever mention those devious twins had their paws deep in the school's black market? If anybody could get anything, it was them. It took them only two days to procure the needed items for the brew. Hermione got that job. Harry went to see Dobby in the kitchen and enlisted his help in the scheme. It turned out that Skeeter was driving the school elves nuts with her insane requests. Dobby was more than willing to assist.
In the meantime all of us guys who were going to do our little concert had been practicing and we were getting really good by now. The planning into the opening night was going well. A few students from each house volunteered to help guide parents to the appropriate house tables that would be set up. I had wondered just how the Great Hall would seat everything.
"Don't you worry about that," Hermione said. "It will be just fine." Hermione and her friends had been working on their own act as well. Dumbledore enlisted the Weasley Twins to host opening night. They had worked on their own act and a monologue as well. I'm sure they'd be a hit. The Quidditch teams had been practicing like crazy as well. They wanted to really show their stuff at the tournament. Harry would literally collapse into bed most nights. I hoped he'd make it.
It was the next morning that Hermione grinned at us. The deed would be done in that morning. Arthur Weasley had arrived at Hogwarts last night as planned. His excuse was that he wanted to assist in the security for the event. Dumbledore accepted his kind offer immediately. Arthur sat up at the visitor's table with Skeeter and talked Ministry politics while waiting for breakfast to show up. Dobby came out of a side door bearing a try in one hand with a cloth napkin draped over the other arm. Dobby was enjoying himself.
"Breakfast for the lady?" he said as he hopped up on the table in front of Skeeter. She looked surprised but didn't say anything. Dobby set down the tray and uncovered it. He set a plate in front of her, and a mug of tea at the one 'o clock spot, then orange juice, and last a smaller plate with muffin. He disappeared and returned with another tray.
"Mr. Weasley?" Dobby asked as he set down the try in front of Arthur. As Dobby went through the same routine with Arthur, I had a sudden brain fart.
"Dobby's doing that to make sure he isn't suspect," I stage whispered. Harry exhaled. "Bloody good idea." I stood up as planned and headed for the staff table. It should happen while I was up there. When it did, I'd react and trap her in a special jar that Hermione had prepped before hand. I approached Dumbledore and asked him about the upcoming Parent's Day. I watched Skeeter take a drink of tea and that's when it happened. She dropped her cup on the table and her eyes bugged. She realized what was happening too late. Seconds later there was a large bug on the table. I didn't waste time, I slapped the jar over her on the table and slipped the lid on.
"I do believe I have captured a Death Eater spy," I said, presenting the jar to Dumbledore to examine. He took it and looked carefully at the bug's markings. "It is indeed Miss Skeeter." Arthur stood up. "She is Animagus? I'll have to look in her purse for her Animagus ID. Watson, can you firewall the registry office while I look?" The Auror who had arrived that morning to help coordinate security nodded and went to the fireplace to place his call. Arthur reached down for the big bag Skeeter had carried with her to the table. When she had jumped up, she had scattered the contents over the table. It was a matter of picking up everything and putting it back in the bag. As he did, he examined each item until he found it. Then he walked over to the fireplace with the ID and showed it to the tall thin red headed man. Watson looked at it and shook his head. Both turned to the head in the fireplace and talked for a moment. Then Watson approached Dumbledore.
"Excuse me sir, but I need to take that jar with me. Miss Skeeter is under arrest for being an illegal animagus, forging registrations, and impersonating a Ministry official," he announced. Dumbledore nodded and handed over the jar. "You will come back?"
"Of course, sir. I've given my word to help and so has a few others," Watson said and then stepped into the fireplace and disappeared.
I stepped down from the table and rejoined my mates. All of us were doing our best not to laugh at what had happened. The plan had gone off perfectly. We finished our breakfast and left the hall quickly. We got down to the empty potions classroom and then collapsed in laughter.
Oh my God, it worked!" Harry roared once he'd caught his breath. I grinned. "I love it when a plan comes together." We rolled on the floor once more, relieving that moment. I felt a lot better having erased that problem. Harry looked at me and before I knew it he was kissing me. I wrapped my arms around him and returned the kiss with equal passion.
"The fucking pervs are at it," Draco screeched, pointing to us as Snape entered. Before Snape could do or say anything. Harry and I looked at each other, turned to face Malfoy, raised our hands, and gave him the one fingered salute. Then we turned around and kissed each other once more to the cheers of the Gryffindors. That was the second highlight of the day.
Parent's Weekend finally arrived. The great castle was buzzing with activity as parents arrived with baggage and settled into their rooms. The castle never seemed to change shape, but somehow it had expanded to accommodate everyone. I checked the rigging for the lights and sound once more in the Great Hall before the dinner. The Hall had drastically grown in size and all the tables had been changed around to face the stage. Banners beside each long table announced each house. I went through a door into the back. The guys were relaxing and talking as I came in. George and Fred were dressed very smartly in matching tuxedos and tails, going over their cue cards and plotting their monologue. Rumor had it that Fudge himself would be here tonight.
"Everyone's coming in now," Colin reported as he walked in.
"Everyone knows what to do?" I said.
"Yup. All we got to do is wait now," Ron said. The dinner would last for about an hour. Desserts and drinks would be served during the show. We could hear Dumbledore make his opening remarks starting the weekend. The house elves then started serving dinner and we could hear talk and the clink of silverware as the dinner progressed. All too soon the time for the performances were upon us. George and Fred saluted us as they went out the door to start the show. It wasn't long before we heard laughter to the jokes, one liners, and quips that the twins had written.
"Natural born hams," I quipped, looking at Ron. That got a laugh, and that helped the guys relax. Then we were introduced.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the Young Lions!" Fred and George crowed. The lights went down, we ran out on the stage, and then they came up and the first song started. We did a variety of songs for the crowd, ranging from doo wop to barbershop quartet. Ron did a solo, singing "Hold On My Heart" by Phil Collins to Hermione, giving her a kiss at the end of the song. That got a round of applause. Harry and I did a duet, singing "Come Rain Or Shine" by Eric Clapton and B. B. King. Colin did his solo, singing Billy Gilman's "I Think She Likes Me". Seamus did "When Irish Eyes Are Smiling". We animated one song for fun. It was called "Drive" by Bobby McFerrin. While we sang it, we pretended to be driving cars. The fun part of it was five of the Gryffindors used magic to move us around the room like we were actually driving cars. That got the most applause. We closed the set with a tune called "Magic" from the Cars, playing air guitars, drums, and piano. The crowd loved it. I introduced George and Fred to the crowd. "A pair of natural born hams, the Weasley Twins back to tickle your funny bone." That cracked up the crowd as we headed back stage. I heard George make a crack about performers as the door closed.
"You guys were great!" Hermione said as she hugged Ron.
"We aim to please," I grinned. "Colin, you were great!" The younger boy blushed. He did do a hell of a job. The ladies were looking good themselves. We elected to go out and join our housemates to see the girls sing. We got handshakes and congratulations as we showed up. George and Fred worked the crowd for five minutes and then introduced the ladies.
"Here thy are, the Lionesses!" Fred crowed. The lights dimmed once more and then came up slowly. The five girls had struck a pose and I had the feeling I knew what the opening song would be.
"Strike a pose," Hermione said as the music got started. Sure enough, it was Madonna's "Vogue". The ladies really put on a show, singing and dancing their hearts out. Cho Chang was in another house, but she knew the Gryffindor girls well enough to be included. Her solo blew everyone away. It was a powerful song, and a powerful tribute to her former boyfriend, Cedric Diggory. It was "My Heart Will Go On", by Celine Dion. There were tears in the eyes of the Diggory Clan by the time she was done. There was a moment of silence, and then the show went on. Hermione did "Girls Wanna Have Fun" by Cyndi Lauper, Ginny did Tina Turner's "What's Love Got To Do With It", Partil did "I Will Always Love You" by Whitney Huston, and Susan did "Silver Spring" by Stevie Nicks. They closed out their set with "We Are Family" by the Pointer Sisters. The evening had been a great success.
Saturday morning dawned bright and clear. George and Fred worked the breakfast crowd with their snappy patter as they read the headlines from the Daily Prophet, including Skeeter's trial. That considerably brightened the mood and raised everyone's spirits. As we left breakfast to head out to the Quidditch pitch, Lee Johnson handed Dumbledore a note. He read it and looked grim. I walked over to the table.
"Problem sir?" I asked. McGonagall sighed. "Mr. Johnson has laryngitis."
"I'll call it," I said. Lee looked relieved. McGonagall sighed as well. Dumbledore smiled once more. I turned and walked out to the pitch to find Harry.
"Lee's got laryngitis," I reported. "I'm taking the caller duties."
"That's cool," Harry said. "You'll do good." I settled down in the announcer's booth as people filed in to take their seats. The spring day turned out nice and clear, much to my surprise. That was a good sign. I glanced Dumbledore's way and he nodded to me. I leaned forward into the magically enhanced microphone.
"Good morning ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Hogwart's tournament! Today we have a double header for you, four houses competing. First up is Slytherin and Hufflepuff. Now arriving on the field is the referee for this match, Hogwarts flying instructor, Madam Hooch!" I called out. She waved to the crowd and acknowledged the applause.
"Here comes Slytherin house, captained by one Marcus Flint!" I announced. The Slytherin team flew out of their bench area, the silver and green flashing around the pitch as they flew a tight pattern and then took up position.
"Here's Hufflepuff!" I yelled out. They blasted out of their bench area and flew around the stadium before taking their places. Madam Hooch nodded to the team captains and then released the Quidditch balls. I did my best to keep up with the action as all the players flew all over the place. Slytherin managed to win the match, one hour into it. Malfoy flew around the stadium with a big smirk on his face, waving the Snitch. He seemed to be very pleased with himself. I simply shrugged my shoulders and checked my watch. A note was passed to me and I read it.
"David, announce tours available around the castle and that the buffet will be open at eleven. Dumbledore." I did just that, seeing as how it was nine thirty. Harry found me and handed me a bottle of cold water.
"Let's sneak down to Hagrid's hut," he whispered. I knew what was on his mind and we walked around the crowd being casual like. Once we were sure nobody was looking, we darted behind a wall and sneaked down to Hagrid's place. As soon as the door was closed, Harry was on me in a flash. We rapidly stripped each other and got on the huge bed. We screwed each other silly, Harry ramming his cock deep into me as I lay face down on the bed. Once he had cum, he flipped me over onto my back and sat down on my very hard cock. Harry rode my cock until I shot my load deep into him. We both sighed once we had gotten our relief. Harry lay down beside me and pulled the sheet over us. We napped until Hedwig flew into the window and woke us. Harry checked his watch.
"Oh my God, it's one!" he yelled. We dressed in a flash and arrived at the pitch, Harry to his locker room and me to the announcer's booth. McGonagall gave me a stare and then turned away. I'd deal with her later and hope that Harry and I wasn't in trouble.
The Ravenclaw vs. Gryffindor game was so damn close it was so damn exciting. Harry managed to pluck the Snitch in the nick of time before the Ravenclaw seeker got it. I thought the place was going to come apart, the crowd was wild with excitement. I looked around and saw a very happy McGonagall. I hoped that would work to our advantage. To my surprise, she didn't say a thing to either of us. That made me happy and relieved. I joined Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and the twins on the grounds as we waited for Harry. Tomorrow would be the big match.
The dinner hour went well, the Weasley Twins kicking off the talent show. There were quite a few surprises, too.
"The Weasley twins aren't the only hams here," Neville Longbottom cracked, starting his act. He did a routine about the Hogwarts teachers that had people rolling on the floor. I saluted him when he came off the stage. When Fred introduced me to the crowd, I picked up my acoustic guitar and went up on stage. I settled down on the stool and did four songs, starting with the Beatles "Long And Winding Road", going into John Denver's "Sunshine On My Shoulders", and then "Our House" by Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young. I ended up with Billy Gilman's "My Time On Earth" and that moved a few people. I sat down and other kids did their thing. The evening ended with all of us performers taking a bow. Breakfast was announced for nine the next morning, the final match set for eleven. Harry and I decided to stay in our dorm that night. No need to start any trouble we had decided. Besides there was lots of security floating around and we didn't need any trouble.
The next morning dawned bright and clear. I reviewed my note cards on Quidditch during breakfast. Harry just sat and stared at his plate.
"Eat up, love. You're going to need your strength out there," I nudged him.
"Too nervous," he blinked.
"Just another Sunday on the field. Just another game to be played, another chance to kick Malfoy's skinny butt, provided he has one," I said. That cracked up the section of table we were sitting at. Mrs. Weasley just clucked her tongue, but I could see the laughter in her eyes. I walked Harry down to the Gryffindor locker room and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
"That's for luck," I said. He smiled at me and went inside. I heard Oliver Wood greet Harry and knew he was safe. I went up into the announcer's booth and settled in. I watched the crowd drift in and settled down into their seats. There were lots more Gryffindor pennants than Slytherin, and I knew for sure Gryffindor was the heavy favorites. I turned to see Dumbledore nod at me. It was time to start the action.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the main event!" I crowed as the crowd jumped to their feet. "Are you ready!" The cheers got loud.
"Hogwarts, are you rrrrrrrrready!" I yelled. Everyone got even louder.
"For the thousands in attendance, let's get ready to rumble!" I yelled out, setting off the crowd once more.
"Taking the field, wearing the red and gold, is Gryffindor!" I introduced the team. They blasted out of the locker room and flew around the stadium at top speed and then took up position.
"Wearing the silver and green, the Slytherins!" I called out. They took to the air and did their thing and took up station.
"Special guest referee, from Bulgaria, Victor Krum!" I yelled. Everyone went nuts as he stepped out on the field with Madam Hooch helping him with the Quidditch box. He acknowledged the crow and then turned to the box. He opened it up and the balls raced into the air. The game had started.
The battle went back and forth for the next two hours. I called the game fairly, even throwing out Quidditch trivia as often as I could. Harry finally caught the Golden Snitch and ended the game much to the crowd's excitement. Oliver Wood was so happy he was doing a victory dance in the middle of the field. He insisted Harry come up and get the Quidditch trophy with him. I was glad. That made Wood a good guy in my book. Harry was a little embarrassed about it but did it. Colin Creevey took lots of pictures of the moment and I knew some of those pictures would eventually find their way into the Gryffindor scrapbook and into my own book.
The party lasted late into the night, the food, drink and music constantly going. I raised my cup to a smiling Dumbledore and nodded. He was happy and appeared to be in a good mood. The event had gone well and it had accomplished what he had hoped it would, raise morale. I turned to see Harry debating Krum over a few of the plays on the field. Hermione and Ron were making googoo eyes at each other. There was no doubt in my mind they were perfect for each other. George was talking to a tall good looking girl by the food table. McGonagall was talking to Arthur and Molly Weasley. Everything seemed normal. I was feeling a bit clastrophobic, so I left the great hall and wandered outside. The night was clear and the stars were out. I felt moved by the sight and then wondered if Harry and I could camp out on the grounds for a weekend. I decided to ask Dumbledore. I didn't think he would object. I planned it out in my mind and smiled at the thought of Harry and me lying in a huge sleeping bag under the stars.
I was right. Dumbledore did approve of it. I immediately put my plan into action. I'd set up the camp between Hagrid's hut and the castle by the lake. I gathered the equipment we would need and got it all set up by Friday evening. Then I had Hedwig deliver a note to Harry in the library.
"David requests the honor of your presence at a weekend campout by the lake this weekend. The only thing required is a change of clothes and your swimming costume," I had written. Harry showed up about nine, his eyes glowing with excitement. "Dumbledore okayed this?" I smiled as I handed him a glass of wine. "He sure did, love. We got the whole weekend to be together." Harry didn't waste time stowing his gear and settling down on the blanket with me. He picked up the glass of wine and we toasted each other. He rolled over into my arms and I held him close to me. We gazed at the stars for a time, not saying anything. I was feeling good. I had what was important to me and I was determined to hang onto it. Life was so good and sweet at that moment.
"There's the north star," Harry pointed.
"I see Orion's Belt," I said, pointing to it. We named constellations and pointed to them for the next hour. Harry slipped out of my arms and then took his shirt off. I knew what he wanted.
"Make love to me?" he asked. I got up on my knees and helped him with his clothes, and then he undressed me. I could feel something in the air at that moment. I gazed at his naked body and reached out to touch it. He was perfect and I loved him. I looked into his eyes and saw something there. It moved me deeply and we came together and embraced. We kissed, our tongues chasing the other. I could feel the passion rise inside of me and I could feel it from him as well. We lay down on the blankets and began pleasuring each other. I loved the feel of his body against mine, his hands touching and exploring my body while I explored his body with my own hands and fingers.
The lovemaking was slow and passionate, Harry taking me first. I felt his cock slowly climb up inside of me. I felt my feelings spiral out of control. I saw tears come out of his eyes as he pushed his cock up into me. He settled down on me and I reached up to wipe his tears away.
"Love you," I whispered. He wanted to say something but he was too emotional. He let his actions explain to me what he couldn't say. Harry fucked me slow and tenderly. I felt his cock move in and out of me and then felt his cock swell slightly as he came. He tipped his head back, his eyes tightly closed, tears streaming down his face. I held him tight to me once he was done cumming into me. I gently stroked his cheek as he cried, his feelings having gotten out of control. He settled down a few minutes later. He lay in my arms and we kissed again and again. I couldn't get enough of his kisses. They turned me on something fierce. I turned my head to look into those brilliant emerald green eyes.
"Take me please?" he asked me.
"Won't take you, I'll join with you," I said then kissed him once and then laid him on his back. Harry opened his legs and brought his knees to his shoulders. I moved up between his legs and put my cock at the opening of his anus. I slowly and gently pushed in and Harry sighed.
"Feels so good," he whispered. Once I was all the way in, he rested his legs on my back. I relaxed for a moment to let him get used to me being there, and then started fucking him. I went slow and easy like he had done with me. I felt the feelings build up in me and tears run down my face and drip onto his body. I wondered if these feeling were like the ones he felt while he made love to me. I opened myself up and let the feelings and emotions take control. I kept on fucking Harry, feeling my cock move in and out of him as I continued the slow lovemaking. The feelings got to the breaking point.
"Harry, cumming, take my love," I groaned, feeling my cock swell just a little and then shoot my load deep into Harry. Harry held onto me and cried on my shoulder as I came into him. We held onto each other all through my climax and then after it. I rolled onto my side, pulling out of Harry as I did so. We covered ourselves with the blankets and went to sleep.
We spent the weekend by the lake being together. We made love at the spur of the moment, swam naked in the lake, rolling through the mud on the beach as we kissed, the merboys jumping out of the water to watch us. The Merpeople fed us dinner of roasted fish, salad made from the greens farm underwater, and mead to drink from Hogsmeade. That weekend was the best time of our lives. We hated to return to the school, but we had to. There was finals to take, packing to do, and last minutes things to do before we left Hogwarts. Harry was to go back to his Uncle Vernon, and I was to take on a secret mission for Dumbledore. That upset Harry.
"I don't want to go back to the Dursley's!" he raged as we sat in Dumbledore's office discussing the situation.
"I am sorry, Harry, but you must. The wards around the Dursley house will protect you. If David wasn't going on the mission I have asked him to do, I'd let you both get a house here in Hogsmeade and be together. David is more than capable of protecting you. However, David is going on this mission, and you need to go there," Dumbledore sighed. I had the feeling Harry didn't like the Dursley's at all. I wisely kept my questions to myself and decided to ask later.
"I won't be gone that long Harry," I said. Harry whirled on me. "That's not the point!" I sighed. This wasn't getting anywhere. "Sir, could he stay with the Weasley's?"
"They are going out of the country," Dumbledore said.
"Is there anyone who could take him in for a short time?" I asked. Dumbledore shook his head. "No there isn't. I'm sorry." Harry turned and stormed out of the office. I sighed and wished for strength as I followed him to the dorm.
"Harry, I promise to get back as fast as I can," I said as he flopped down on his bed and cursed Dumbledore. He just looked at me and pulled the curtains to his poster bed closed. I knew that he was angry and I decided to let him be for a time. I went down to the workout room and did my usual routine. Then I spent some time at the newly rebuilt blacksmith's forge on the grounds checking my new weapons. The metals I had obtained were top quality and really held a sharp edge well. After I made my preparations for my mission, I went back to the castle and to bed. Harry's bed curtains were still closed and I sighed. The other guys looked at me with questions on their faces. I just shook my head no and they all backed off. They decided not to interfere.
The day we left Hogwarts for the trip home was a bright clear day. I decided to ride the train to King's Cross to see Harry off. He didn't say much to me at all. I knew he was still mad at me. I tried talking to him but he didn't respond.
"Oh look, the couple are having a spat," a mocking voice said from the doorway. I got up and kicked Malfoy in the nuts and slammed the door on his shocked face. I saw the forms of Goyle and Crabbe carry Malfoy off.
"Fucking idiot," I snapped as I sat down.
"You're the fucking idiot to leave me," Harry said with venom in his voice. I turned to Harry. "I'm not leaving you, Harry. I'll be gone for a month. As soon as I report to Dumbledore, I'll come for you and we can move into Hogsmeade. We'll get the fireplace connected to the Weasley's and Hogwarts only. It will be charmed to recognize certain people only for security. We'll be together from then on."
"Yeah right," Harry growled.
"I'll write you everyday," I said. He didn't respond and turned to look out the window. I sent up a silent prayer and hoped he'd get through this. I had worked hard to get Dumbledore to agree to all that. I'd get the house before I left Hogwarts to get Harry. We would be happy there.
The train pulled into the station and I got off to say goodbye to Harry. He didn't say anything but collected his trunk and walked off through the barrier.
"Ron, watch over him, will you?" I asked Ron.
"Done and done mate," Ron stated. I managed a smile. "Thanks." I said goodbye to various people as they walked past me. The train blew it's whistle and I climbed onto it for the ride back to Hogsmeade. It was time to go.
************************************************************************ Author's Notes: This concludes Harry Potter and David. The second book, "Trials and Tribulations" is being planned for mid summer or fall 2003. Look for it!