****************************************************************************** This story if FICTION. It is not to be read by people under 18 years old, or that find homosexual relations between underaged teens offensive. THIS IS NOT A CHILDREN'S TEXT.
Harry Potter is Trademark of Warner Bros. Inc. and it's author J.K. Rowling. But you knew that didn't you? All clear? good... Now: this story is based in the Harry Potter series and takes place in the middle of the fourth book ("The Goblet of Fire"), right after the Second Task. I would advise you not to read this if you haven't at least read this book (although to understand that one, you should have read the other three ;-)). Ok I think that's about it. Oh Wait! This is my first story (of this kind)and English is not my mother tongue, so please, be patient. Any comments or CONSTRUCTIVE critics please address them to alxsinclair@hotmail.com (hatemailers, don't bother). Enjoy
This is takes place after Wet Nights at Hogwarts 4 (duh?!). Enjoy ******************************************************************************
Popping Secrets ------- -------
Harry felt the familiar taste of Ron as he was waking up. It was still dark, which was good because it gave him the chance to move to his own bed before dawn and save a lot of explanations and excuses to give to his fellow Gryfindors.
Once in his bed, Harry realized he was not really sleepy, he turned around and watched Ron snore in his bed for a while. Harry found that Ron was, if possible, more beautiful while sleeping than usual. Not in a sexual way, though, but in a more brotherly fashion. After a not to elaborated analysis, he came to the conclusion that, when asleep, Ron was "cute".
A 'Hoot' that was familiar to Harry caused him to draw his attention to the window. In the black nocturnal landscape Harry could distinguish, even without his glasses, a silvery white silhouette. He put them on and walked to the window to meet Hedwig, his pet owl, in the window.
"You know... I don't think I took time to thank you for finding me the other day" he spoke to the bird in soft, quiet voice, as he received the usual nipping in his ear. Then he went back to his trunk and brought some owl treats, which were happily accepted.
Now taking the time, Harry realized that if it hadn't been for Hedwig's ability to find him wherever he was when there was mail to be delivered, he would probably never have been found and would have died of thirst or starvation, alone, tied up in the shadows. His last sight being the love of his life getting forcedly fucked to death by two gorillas. Certainly not the best way to go, Harry thought.
As he sat with Hedwig in the window of the fourth year Gryfindor boy's dormitories, Harry suddenly had a flashback of his first year in the school. He had been so exited about his new found life that many nights he would be, just like tonight, unable to sleep admiring the ever surprising and beautiful landscape of the Hogwarts grounds from his window. He remembered his muggle days, the loneliness, the bullying. He thought of Dudley, the Dursleys and Pivet Drive. It seemed a whole other lifetime when he was made to live in a cupboard, supplied only with the spares, just enough to keep him alive, barely. He wondered how had he survived almost 10 years of such treatment, such shit. Something had kept him alive, kept him from depression and kept him sane. Something beyond magic, he thought. Perhaps deep inside he knew what awaited him: fame, fortune, magic, adventures, friends even a school that was fun!!! (most of the time)
"Blimey!" Harry realized out loud, not to loud as to wake his roommates, though. "I have everything a muggle kid ever dreams off!". Hedwig hooted in agreement. But above all that, Harry had love, and he had it both ways! He loved Ron and Ron loved him.
Suddenly Harry's expression turned darker. "Malfoy" he roared to his insides as the thought of him haunted his thoughts. Of course, with love comes hate and Draco Malfoy was there to make his life less than perfect. Harry had never hated anyone before, not even Dudley. But Draco had crossed the line. Harry didn't know where exactly the line laid, but he had definitely crossed it... by far. He had raped his best friend, his lover. He really didn't care about Crabbe and Goyle, they were just extensions of Draco's will. He felt filthy when he remembered that, even though he was masked in Ron's body, he had kissed him, made love to him... and he admitted to himself, had enjoyed (to say the least) every second of it. He let himself be fooled by his charm, blinded himself with and for hollow pleasure and he could never forgive himself for that, even though Ron had silently done so already. Anyway, Malfoy WAS going to pay.
Hedwig hooted loudly and flapped her wings. Harry looked at her, he was amazed at how well, for an owl, she could express her mood; in this case, it was obvious to him that she was quite offended, the reason not being so obvious.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked. As if answering Hedwig pointed her pick to Harry's groin, where a beautifully formed, healthily developing, strongly pounding erection had found it's way out of Harry's brief's fly. "Bloody Hell!" he exclaimed, almost falling of the Tower in an attempt to put the thing back were it belonged. Hedwig hooted at that too, and took off once she assured that he was safe and in the right side of the window.
Red as Ron's ears in the middle of an orgasm. Harry went back to bed. As his conscience faded away one more time he wondered at how unpredictable his dick was. He was certainly not proud of getting it hard when he thought of Draco Malfoy.
"Who are you?" he asked sitting next to the mysterious boy in the library. Neither of them seemed bothered with the fact that Harry was stark naked, much like in every other dream he had recently had.
The boy put the book, "Wet Nights at Hogwarts" down revealing his freckled face. "You'll find out soon." he answered. "Just think of me as a big fan! Bigger than the Creveys!!"
Harry shuddered a bit to that. How could some one be more a butt kisser than Colin and his brother?!!
"That's rude!" said the boy. "'butt kisser'... You know, if it weren't for us, you would have never gone past your first year!". His tone, however was not an upset one. Even so, Harry felt quite uneasy as it became apparent that this boy was able to read his mind, besides he had absolutely no idea of what he was talking about!
"Don't be scared!" he said, adding to Harry's uneasiness. "After all, it's only a dream... You'll be waking up soon, but remember Harry: the library is a great place for finding answers... and vengeance!".
"The library!? What the hell are we going to the library for!?" asked Ron in a surprised and slightly pissed tone.
"I had a dream..." offered Harry, as if that explained it all. Ron's expression proved that wrong. However, he decided to trust Harry's guts, as they always lead them to fun stuff. Besides they hadn't seen Hermione in a while, and he was starting to miss her.
"Whatever..." he shrugged as he pushed the library door open.
Inside Harry had a weird feeling of 'deja vu' and he kept checking on his clothes for a while, just until he was sure they were going to stay there.
"So what did you dream off?"
"Oh. I was in the library, and I was stark naked" Harry begun. Ron raised an eyebrow to the last comment. "only no one notices me. Right? The library is full of kids of all ages, and adults too. And they are all absorbed in their reading. So then I hear a girl shouting: 'Harry Potter! Have you got no shame?' so I freeze! But then I realize that she is not actually talking to me, but she is reading out loud!"
"And?" Ron interrupted impatiently.
"And she is reading a book about me! And not just any book. A dirty book! Like Malfoy's!!"
"Shh! Keep your voice down!" warned Ron. As they took seat in a table that was quite hidden between shelves.
"Ok... Then I realize that they are all reading books about me! Some dirty some not... some that tell my whole life from the year I started Hogwarts to this day! In detail!!!"
"We wouldn't like Snape to get a hand on those!" commented Ron. Then both boys wondered why had that crossed Ron's mind at that very moment.
"Anyway..." continued Harry "I see this lad, our age, that gets my attention. A nice one, with freckles and all. And HE notices me!"
"Hmm... Should I be jealous?" asked Ron in a half-joking tone. Maybe less than 'half'.
"Oh shut up!" snapped Harry blushing and sounding quite effeminate. Ron didn't comment of that, he was keen in hearing more of the dream. "So HE notices me. Right? I see him staring at me... ALL of me. So I cover myself and look around to see if anyone else can see me. But when I turn back to him, he's gone. However, the book he was reading was lying there on the table. I pick it up and... it's all about us!"
"Us?"
"Yes... 'US'!"
"OH! 'US'!" exclaimed Ron, finally getting Harry's hint and looking around as if someone might have heard and got it to.
"And... blood hell! I think it was this exact table! Anyway, there it was. Every detail since the night after the Second Task. Then I jump a few chapters and see letters appearing in a blank page describing my feelings and actions at the moment!
Then I see the boy again and he says: 'It's time to wake up', and I do!"
"OK! so it's a weird dream..." said Ron. "but still... why the library?"
"Well... it doesn't end there. When I get back to sleep, I see the same boy and ask him who he is. And he says 'You'll find out soon' and then he says he is just a 'big fan'. 'Bigger than Creveys' he said!" Ron shuddered. And after that he tells me 'The library is a great place for finding answers... and vengeance!'"
"'Vengeance'!? Why didn't you say so before! Where do we start?" said Ron, resigned to the prospect of spending their free time in the library, but excited on the possible outcomes of it.
"I have absolutely no idea!"
"Ok... let's go talk to Hermione!" came Ron's idea. The boys were so used to see Hermione as part of the Library's landscape, that they hadn't even checked if she was really there. And actually, she was not.
"That's weird!" exclaimed Harry and Ron in unison. They smiled to each other at that.
"I guess it's ok, though" Harry said. "It would be a hard time to explain all this to her without... revealing... you know!"
Ron drew a mischievous smile in his face and moved towards Harry. "Know what?" he asked faking a puppy face and putting his arms around his lover's neck.
If Harry would have bothered to check he would have found that there was no one endangering their privacy. "Know this!" he said and let his lips lock in Ron's.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE THE TWO OF YOU DOING!!!"
The boys broke their kiss and their terrified eyes looked around all over, trying to find the source of the high pitched voice. No one.
"Ehem!" came the voice from the table.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" screamed the boys in a pitch even higher, as they found Hermione's head popping out of an Atlas in the table.
"What?" she asked. Puzzled at first, but then she remembered and jumped out of the book and fully into the library.
"Hermione!" Ron said, his hair seeming white in contrast with the recently acquired redness of his face. "What.. how...?"
"You took the words out of my mouth, mister" she said in a 'McGonnagall' tone.
"We are sorry!" offered the boys quite pathetically, wishing they could die in the spot; together, if possible.
"Whatever." said Hermione, waving her hand in her usual dismissing motion. "I just think its a big waste, that's all."
"Huh!?" blurted Ron.
"Well... honestly!" she said rolling her eyes. "Makes sense, though. It explains why you'd never pick up my hints last year!"
The three of them suddenly went death silent. Hermione's face turn considerably red as well, as she realized she had also revealed her secret.
Harry was trying to figure something to say and break the ice, but all he could produce was "Malfoy is gay too!!!"
"Oh!" said Hermione.
"Yes he is!" confirmed Ron. "Very!"
"I DO NOT want to know how you found that out!" warned Hermione.
"Ok!" Harry and Ron spoke once more in unison. They did not, however, smile this time.
"So what are you two doing in here anyway?" she asked.
"Err... nothing... just finding some light reading!" offered Harry. Hermione raised an eyebrow and was about to comment something...
"I have a better one!" snapped Ron "Why did your head just popped out of Bolivia?" he asked pointing his finger at the Atlas on the table.
"That's not Bolivia, Ron!" she said in a lecturing manner. "It's Brazil! And I was in Rio de Janeiro!"
"Oh!" said Harry. His face showing confusion, just like Ron's.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "It's the Literas charm! You know! Every piece of writing produced is a whole parallel universe, and you can go there using the Literas charm!"
"Of course!" lied Ron.
Harry was having a hard time trying to imagine Hermione taking a vacation in Rio, in the middle of the school year! "What exactly were you doing in Ri...? he started, but stopped when he saw Viktor Krumm's head popping out of Brazil, just like Herimione's.
"Oh! There you vare, Hermione!" he said. Then he bowed his head, as it was the only greeting gesture he could make at the moment; "Harry. Ron."
"Hi Viktor!" Ron said. "What's the weather in Rio?"
"Hot!" he said. Glancing at Hermione. Harry and Ron exchanged looks, but didn't comment. "I'm starting to miss you!" he added to her.
"I see he got your name right, Hermione!" observed Harry. A mischievous grin growing in his face and in Ron's, despite the uncomfortable and much dreaded situation.
"Well... If you'll excuse me!" blushing Hermione said. "I'm expected somewhere else. Literas!". She was gone in less than a second.
"I have an idea!" Harry and Ron wondered if this whole speaking at the same time was a side effect of their latest escapades. Then they looked into each others eyes and ran towards the 4th years boys dormitories at the Gryfindor Tower.
"Got it?" Harry asked breathing fast.
"Here!" exclaimed Ron. Producing Quidich album from his trunk.
"Err.. What is that for?" Harry approached Ron.
"What do you mean! We can use the Literas charm on it and go play in the Mayor Leagues!" explained Ron.
"Wow! That's Brilliant!". Harry considered Ron's tempting idea as he took the book from his hand, but then he dismissed it, throwing the album to the bed. "But not now... What I was thinking about was more of... THIS!" and he grabbed Malfoy's notebook after throwing several of Ron's belongings that were on the way to it..
"Are you mad?!" exclaimed Ron. "That stuff is twisted! I'm not going in there!"
"You are not!" Harry explained. "Malfoy is! We are going to lock him in his own dungeon!"
"Nice!" Ron's eyes glowed as he nodded his head and caressed the leather cover of the impure notebook.
"What the hell is this mess! 20 points from Slytherin!" Snape hated to take points from his own house, but Draco Malfoy's behavior had descended from flawless to unacceptable from one day to the other. This would not do!
"But, Sir I..."
"Don't you 'Sir' me." he snapped. "I don't know what's come to you, Malfoy, and honestly, I don't care! All I have to say about it is that it is to stop. You'll turn this jungle back into a proper young Slytherin's room. You will attend all your classes and schoolar events. And you WILL keep your head!"
"Yes, sir" Draco resigned not to push the teacher.
"Good! And remember" he crouched putting his ugly face in level with Draco's. "I can still forget all this before I have to right my monthly report to your 'beloved father' IF you do as I say!"
"Yes, Sir, Thank you, Sir!"
As Snape left his private bedroom, Draco pulled a mocking face to him. The door that communicated his room to the other 4th year Slytherins opened.
"Everything all right?" came Crabbe's voice.
"Shut your filthy hole!" shouted Draco. As usual he was discharging his impotence on his two 'buddies'.
"Didn't find it?" Goyle came in, behind his equally oversised partner.
"No, I DID NOT!" Draco shouted again. "Just come over here and do your thing!"
Without hesitating Goyle went over to the armchair Draco had seated and kneeled down in front of him. Slowly he moved away his robes and started massaging the pale boy's crotch, from over his pants. Draco didn't even stir as Goyle built an erection for him.
"What about me?" Crabbe asked.
"You may watch and jerk off." Draco answered. "But don't cum! You are going to 69 with Goyle later."
"OK!" Crabbe responded.
Goyle was now undoing Draco's pants, button by button revealing the stretched white cotton underneath. Without producing a hint of an expression in Draco's face, he took his tool out and started blowing his 'boss'.
The silence of the room was only broken by the sound of Goyle's frenetic suction and Crabbe's monotone beating on his own meat. Only as he approached climax did the ghost of an expression haunt Malfoy's face. The vision of Harry Potter, the boy he hated to love, and who loved to hate him appeared, as always, in the verge of orgasm. He relived in the short moment the now seeming even shorter one in which he held him, kissed him, and fucked him. Even though through dark magic, Harry Potter had once loved him. And he would do so again!
Draco opened his eyes. So soon it had ended! He looked down at Goyle's dripping mouth. He almost didn't even feel like he had really cummed. These cold 'favors' didn't do much to him any more.
"Do you want us to wear the cockrings, Draco?" asked Crabbe as he unfastened his belt.
"No, do it quickly and tidy up my room when you are done." came Draco's uninterested answer. "I'm going... somewhere".
When he left the room, Crabbe and Goyle didn't bother to follow Draco's command of 69ing, they just jerked their hard-ons off and put some sense in his room with a few skilled waves from their wands.
"I'm telling you!" Crabbe said "if master Lucious gets only ONE day behind with the money, I'll see that that little git gets what he deserves once and for all!."
"Oh, shut up!" Goyle snapped back. "You need the job worse than me. Besides we'll get our payback after graduation. Remember? No strings attached then!"
"Can't wait!!"
"So how are the two lovebirds hanging?" Hermione, wearing several additional shades of tan, came and took her usual seat next to Harry in the Gryfindor table at the Great Hall, the next morning.
"Hermione!" exclaimed Ron, wearing several additional shades of red.
"Fine, I guess..." said Harry, being the only of the three to wear his usual color. He trusted Hermione well enough to know their secret was safe with her, and that she was, besides the initial shock, ok with it, More so, he was glad that she was already teasing them about it. "We kind of need your help, though."
"Is it for your last task? Because I've been reading some..." Ron and Harry exchanged looks that confirmed to each other that they BOTH had completely forgotten about the Triwizard Tournament.
"No, not really" interrupted Harry. "It's about that 'Literas' charm of yours."
"Oh..." exhaled Hermione, rather disappointed. "What about it?"
"Well... is there a way to use it to make someone else go inside a book?"
"I don't like where this is going, Harry!" she said, suspiciously. "Why would you like to know?"
"Research!" lied Ron, badly. Hermione's menacing face made clear the she hadn't bought it. "Ok, ok! If you must know, it's to send Malfoy to this sadist and creepy dungeon he likes to write about!"
"Well. Why didn't you say so before!!" Hermione nearly shouted, half pissed for being left aside of such a great plan against their 'nemesis', and half excited. "You need to catch him reading the book and you point your wand and say 'Literas' and the name of the person."
"Sounds easy enough!" assured Ron.
"It is" assured Hermione. "And I'm sure that you guys wont be needing much help with it." she said as she glanced over to where Viktor was seated.
Harry and Ron were more than happy about doing this on their own, and they were in no place to judge Hermione, either.
Under the invisibility cloak Ron's breath on his neck and right ear was giving Harry a hard time concentrating on the plan to follow, which in its self was not at all complicated. "Go to the Slytherin's, find Malfoy, put book in his bed, wake him, curse him!" he reviewed in his head. Naturally Ron was as unfocused as him, with Harry's ass occasionally (but not really accidentally) rubbing against his crotch.
"Ok! Stop!" he said, turning to Ron, somewhere near the Slytherin 4th years bedrooms, after carefully making sure no one, besides him could hear his voice. "We need to focus!"
Ron looked disappointed, but then his face lit up. "Well I guess there's only one way to achieve that!"
"What do you mean?"
"Well... we need to get this out of our systems." Said Ron deliberately shooting Harry an impossible-to-refuse-to-sex-with-me look. To Harry, whose head was not longer in charge of his will, he Ron just had the most brilliant idea ever.
"Just let me do the job!" offered Ron, who was somehow fighting almost all of Harry's buttons at the same time without waiting for his answer. It didn't came. Soon, Ron was sucking on his exposed nipples as his pants, unsupported, fell to his knees on their weight. Harry rolled his shoulders backwards, letting his shirt and robes do the same. He stepped out of his trousers, Ron's hands helping him out of his shoes and socks, and his tongue traveling his waist, above his whites.
"Salty!" Ron smiled looking up to Harry, who giggled back. Then he let his fingers inside the sweat-moist underwear pulling them down and off through his collaborating feet.
"Wait! we don't have time for this!" Harry snapped, pulling Ron's face off his groin, just as he was closing his willing mouth around Harry's hard-on.
"Fdah!?!?" Ron was in no state of pronouncing words.
"Take your clothes off!" Harry demanded. "Fast!"
"Yes Sir!" Ron joked, glad that Harry was, apparently, not about to make him go through the night with two uncomfortably heavy testicles and a painful erection in his pants.
"It's faster if we do it like last night!" Harry explained.
The teenage wizards assumed the position, with each other's groins in level with their mouths, and started sucking like there was no tomorrow. Harry felt the red curls tickling his chin as Ron pushed his full length in, and the sweet odor of his young, pink balls as they rested on his nose. He felt the orgasm starting to build, yet it had still a long way to go. It was going to be a good one, Harry realized. Feeling Ron's mouth caressing every spot of his shaft and his tongue french-kissing his head, a wicked thought made Harry smile.
He raised his hand to Ron's bum above him and touched his way to his crack, and from there to his hole. Without warning he shoved a finger in and stimulated his prostate glands and, not long after, he was receiving Ron's torrential load.
"Hey! No fair!" Ron protested, still recovering from the shock!
"I know!" Harry replied, whipping the dripping cum from his face as he sat up. His smile getting wider and his eyes, darker behind the round glasses on the tip of his nose.
"Why are YOU smiling? It was you who didn't finished after all!!" said Ron, still not quite recovered from the sudden rush, and confused.
"Well..." if Harry would have seen his evil-like expression on a mirror, he would have been scared. "I guess we are gonna have to do some thing about that!" he said, almost menacing. "I'm so sorry!" he lied.
Playing along, Ron started crawling backwards, followed closely by Harry "I thought we didn't have time!" he giggled.
"Screw time!" Harry whispered rather loudly. "We have the whole bloody night!"
"You are gonna have RAPE ME!!!" laughed Ron, turning around and getting up as if to run away
"Is that an invitation?". Harry playfully tackled him, making Ron to fall facing the floor. Then he took his thighs and spread them around himself, gaining access to his goal.
No lubrication was needed, since the episode in that basement had left him Ron with an anus a bit wider than average. Harry was not far from cumming, except...
"Oh Shit!" Ron exclaimed. He too had seen Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat staring suspiciously and confused at the sight Harry's butt and legs, emerging from under the cloak, above Ron's left thigh.
Regretfully, yet urgently, Harry popped himself out of Ron and reached for his clothes. His face went white when his hands touched nothing but the cold floor. They where out of reach. The increasing volume of Filch's footsteps told them there was no time to get them.
The cat hissed as the strange legs disappeared under some sort magic cloth.
"What is it Mrs. Norris?" came Filch's tired and annoyed voice. "What the hell!?!" he exclaimed when he tripped with Ron's underwear. "Some silly joke I'm sure! Or initiation of some sort!" he told the cat as he picked all of the boys' clothes. "Hope Mr... Potter and Mr... Weasley... Ron" he could tell judging only by sniffing the front of their underwear which the boys found extremely disturbing. "... have spares rags, or we'll all have a blast when they come here looking for these tomorrow!" and with that, he walked away. Mrs. Norris gave a last annoyed look to were the legs had been and followed his owner.
After a minute or so of dead silence, Harry spoke: "BLOODY MOTHERFUCKING HELL!!!!"
"HOLY SHIT, too!!!" added Ron.
"Our wands where there!" Harry said.
"Retreat?" asked Ron (pleaded, actually).
"Definitely!" Harry agreed.
Wearing an invisibility cloak and a pair of erections, Harry and Ron ventured back to the Gryfindor Tower.
Running with all their might, the boys were to concentrated in not making to much noise and keeping the cloak covering their feet, plus the occasional sinful thoughts that flew through their minds, that they didn't see the door opening until it was knocking the senses out of them.
The mysterious freckled face of the boy in the library was, again, telling Harry to wake up. When he opened his eyes, he saw the one of some older Slytherin boy whom he hadn't personally met yet.
"Welcome back, Harry!" he said
To be continued.... (ain't life a bitch?)
******************************************************************************* Ok, now that I'm getting ussed to this whole righting thing, I'd to add a few comments concerning the Harry Potter movies. OH MY GOD DO THEY SUCK!?!?!? I mean... they absolutelly KILL the story. The cast is great though (specially Harry and Ron).
Ok that's all. I know you couldn't care less what I think of this, since you don't know who I am. But you read it anyway. YOU'VE GOT TO LOVE INTERNET!! *******************************************************************************