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263Chapter 11: Patronus and Practice
Chapter 11
Patronus and Practice
It looked like the end of Ron and Hermione's friendship. Each was so angry with the other that Harry couldn't see how they'd ever make up. Ron was enraged that Hermione had never taken Crookshanks's attempts to eat Scabbers seriously, hadn't bothered to keep a close enough watch on him, and was still trying to pretend that Crookshanks was innocent by suggesting that Ron look for Scabbers under all the boys' beds. Hermione, meanwhile, maintained fiercely that Ron had no proof that Crookshanks had eaten Scabbers, that the ginger hairs might have been there since Christmas, and that Ron had been prejudiced against her cat ever since Crookshanks had landed on Ron's head in the Magical Menagerie.
Personally, Harry was sure that Crookshanks had eaten Scabbers, and when he tried to point out to Hermione that the evidence all pointed that way, she lost her temper with Harry too.
"Okay, side with Ron, I knew you would!" she said shrilly. "First the Firebolt, now Scabbers, everything's my fault, isn't it! Just leave me alone, Harry, I've got a lot of work to do!"
Ron had taken the loss of his rat very hard indeed.
"Come on, Ron, you were always saying how boring Scabbers was," Fred said bracingly. "And he's been off-color for ages, he was wasting away. It was probably better for him to snuff it quickly—one swallow—he probably didn't feel a thing."
"Fred!" Ginny said.
"All he did was eat and sleep, Ron, you said it yourself," George said.
"Oh, come on, Ron, get yourself down to Hogsmeade and buy a new rat, what's the point of moaning?"
In a last-ditch attempt to cheer Ron up, Harry persuaded him to come along to the Gryffindor team's final practice before the Ravenclaw match, so that he could have a ride on the Firebolt after they'd finished. This did seem to take Ron's mind off Scabbers for a moment so they set off for the Quidditch field together.
It was the best practice the team inspired by the presence of the Firebolt in their midst, performed their best moves faultlessly, and by the time they hit the ground again, Wood didn't have a single criticism to make. Harry noticed that Wood again seemed to spend more time closer to the Weasley twins, but more especially George, who both seemed to share glances at each other throughout the practice. Harry wondered mildly what happened between the two of them, but turned his mind to catching the Snitch using various maneuvers.
Wood told the team to head in for an early night, but Harry and Ron stayed back while the rest of the Quidditch team headed towards the lockers.
Fred smirked and wrapped his arm around his twin as they entered the lockers. "So what's this thing between you and Wood? Eh?"
"I-I don't know what you're talking about," George said, struggling to get out of his brother's grip. "He's just helping me with a problem."
"Right," Fred smirked. "You know, I don't have to ask you. I can just ask Wood here. Hey, Wood! Come here!"
Oliver Wood, who had just finished dressing into his school robes, turned around towards Fred and George and began walking over to them. "What is it Fred?" he asked, looking at Fred.
Fred looked over at George who had a light blush. "Well Wood, since George here wouldn't tell me, what's going on between you two?"
"You mean you didn't tell him?" the burly boy smirked at George. "Come on George, you're better than that." He pulled the Weasley over towards him and wrapped a possessive arm around his waist. He looked at Fred and smirked, "Didn't he tell you he's my boy now? We're boyfriends."
George blushed and smiled as he nodded in agreement. Fred crossed his arms and smirked at the two. "Really? And when did this happen George?"
"Umm the night he heard about Flint?" George said questioning, looking at Oliver for help. Oliver just smirked and pulled George closer. "That is when it was official George. But I was staring at your ass for a long time."
"Don't need to hear that," Fred smirked as he walked away. He turned to the two and said, "George hurry up! Lee said he has a horned slug we're going to let loose in Filch's office!"
"Alright!" George said as he watched his twin go deeper into the locker rooms to change. He turned his attention to Oliver, "Oliver, I need to go change," he said.
"Aright, but first let me do this," Oliver said. He gently took George's chin in his strong hand and tilted his face up as he leaned down to kiss the boy. George, shocked at first, closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around the Keeper as he lost himself in the kiss. A moan came from the back of George's throat as Oliver pulled him even closer, their chests pushing against each other as every nerve of George's being tuned to Oliver's. He felt their heart beats pulse against each other, synchronizing as Oliver led and controlled the kiss. But it was over too quickly for George's liking as Oliver pulled away, a confident, cocky smirk on his face. "Better than Flint?" he asked.
"Much better," George breathed.
Oliver's smile turned into a victorious one as he kissed George's nose. "Get dress George. I want everyone to turn in early tonight." George nodded and walked away from Oliver, grabbing his school robes.
Harry went down to breakfast the next morning with the rest of the boys in his dormitory, all of whom seemed to think the Firebolt deserved a sort of guard of honor. As Harry entered the Great Hall, heads turned in the direction of the Firebolt, and there was a good deal of excited muttering. Harry saw, with enormous satisfaction, that the Slytherin team were all looking thunder-struck.
"Did you see his face?" Ron said gleefully, looking back at Draco. "He can't believe it! This is brilliant!" Harry looked and saw that Draco, was in fact as shocked as the rest of his team, but instead of anger and jealousy, Harry could see a small confident smirk on his face.
"We have a bet going," Harry whispered to Ron. "Based on how we'll do on the Gryffindor/Slytherin match."
"You'll definitely win mate," Ron whispered with a gleeful smirk.
Harry nodded and looked over to Draco, giving him a confident smirk. He barely saw Draco's reaction as the Gryffindors led Harry towards the Gryffindor Table. Wood had Harry place the Firebolt in the middle of the table and carefully turned it so that its name faced upward. People from the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables were soon coming over to look. Cedric Diggory came over to congratulate Harry on having acquired such a superb replacement for his Numbus. "I was worried after hearing what happened," he said with a handsome smile. "Now we can have a proper rematch."
"Looking for it Diggory," Harry said.
Harry looked at Draco, wanting to talk to him. Draco looked up from his table, and as if he had read Harry's mind, he nodded towards the door, signaling for Harry to leave first. "I'll be right back, can you watch my Firebolt?" he told Ron, who just nodded.
Harry stood from the Gryffindor Table and walked his way out of the Great Hall, leaving the Firebolt in good hands. He went through the open doors and into the entrance hall, turning right and walked towards a stone bench near the four huge hourglasses that kept count of the House Points. He stayed quiet as he waited, until he heard Draco's voice. "Leave me alone you stupid oafs," he said. "I can take a bloody walk by myself!"
"You taking lots of walks by yourself," Goyle's voice grunted. "You told us to stick by you. Now you telling us to not?"
"Yes, I am," Draco growled irritated. "Now leave."
The footsteps stopped, before continuing again. Harry continued to wait until he saw Draco, alone, smiling towards him. "Finally," he breathed. "It's getting harder and harder to get those two squibs to leave me alone."
"Any reason why?" Harry asked as Draco sat down next to him. He moved closer to the Ice Prince and couldn't help but smile when Draco wrapped an arm around his waist.
"I don't know," Draco shrugged. "I'm not saying or doing anything that should suspect them. Though they are the two biggest idiots I've ever met. I bet if you and I snogged in front of them, they wouldn't notice anything."
Harry chuckled and blushed at the thought of snogging Draco. "Would you?" he asked.
"Would I what?"
"Snog me in front of Crabbe and Goyle?" Harry asked.
Draco smirked and said, "Harry I would snog those beautiful lips in front of the whole Slytherin Table."
Harry's blush deepened as a thought occurred to him. "Then how about we have another bet? On today's match. One on top of ours for our match."
"Alright, sounds fun," Draco smirked. "What you have in mind?"
"If I win today's match," Harry said. "You'll snog me in front of the entire Slytherin Table at dinner tonight."
"Already sounds like a win-win Harry," Draco smirked. "And what if you somehow, impossibility lose?"
"If I lose…" Harry thought. "Then, I'll show you something that I've learned."
"Oh? And what is it that you learned Harry?" Draco asked.
"Something that Tom… the diary taught me," Harry said. Draco looked at him uneasily. "What's the matter Draco?"
"I've been… looking in on stuff like the diary," Draco said. "Books talking back to people, that isn't supposed to happen. They aren't supposed to have an intelligent conversation with the reader. I don't know what that diary is… but I think maybe you should pull back on writing in it. … how much do you write in it Harry?"
"About once every two days or so," Harry frowned. "But if you think I should stop writing in it for now… I will." Draco offered a small smiled and held Harry's hand. "Thank you. I just don't want anything bad to happen to you."
"That's sweet of you," Harry smiled.
"Of course it is, I like you," Draco chuckled, kissing Harry's cheek. "Also, I've saw that Firebolt so… be ready for that snog Harry. Though, I don't think you'll win the bet on our match. You are going against me after all." Draco smirked cockily. "So be ready to do all my Defense Against the Dark Arts homework."
"Actually I think I'll be planning everything you'll be paying for at Hogsmeade on our date," Harry smirked. Draco met that smirked and kissed Harry's cheek again. "Keep dreaming cub," he said.
Draco stood up and Harry did also. "Why don't you kiss my lips?" he asked. Draco turned around and chuckled. "I'm going to Harry. Tonight."
"Tonight…" Harry said.
"Yes, where I'm going to show the whole school, staff and students, that Harry Potter is mine. You are my boyfriend, and there is nothing anybody can do about it," Draco said.
"Boyfriend…" Harry said slowly, testing the word on his lips. "Draco Malfoy's boyfriend. … You know, I think I like the sound of that."
"Harry Potter's boyfriend sounds even better," Draco smirked. "You should go eat breakfast Harry, you have a bet to win."
"I do, don't I?" Harry asked, Draco's cockiness rubbing off on him. "See you after the match then."
"I'll be watching your every move," Draco stated. "You're dating the Ice Prince of Slytherin Harry. Don't mess up now."
"Don't worry Dray, I will," Harry said making his way back towards the Great Hall and Gryffindor Table. The Firebolt was still in front of Ron and his empty seat, Ron's hand ever on the handle, as if the broom would be stolen by an invisible thief at any second.
Harry returned to his seat and sat down. As soon as he did, Ron asked "What did Malfoy want?"
"Huh?"
"I saw Malfoy heading after you after you left," Ron said. "What did he want?"
"Well…" Harry said, watching as Draco walked confidently back to his seat in Slytherin Table. "I think we just confirmed our relationship."
"You mean you're both—"
"Boyfriends, yeah," Harry said. "I'm his boyfriend. … I have a boyfriend."
"Congrats mate," Ron said looking at the Slytherin table. "Still think he's a git though."
"Not a slimy git?"
"No… just a git. It's a start," Ron laughed, Harry joining in.
At a quarter to eleven, the Gryffindor team set off for the locker rooms. The weather couldn't have been more different from their match against Hufflepuff. It was a clear, cool day with a very light breeze; there would be no visibility problems this time, and Harry was starting to feel the excitement only a Quidditch match could bring. He had to admit that, for the first time, he was genuinely excited to play a game. He wondered how his father would react knowing his son was really excited to play an official game. Harry took off his black school robes, removed his wand from his pocket, and stuck it inside the T-shirt he was going to wear under his Quidditch robes. He only hoped he wouldn't need it. He wondered suddenly whether Professor Lupin-Black was in the crowd, watching.
They walked into the field to tumultuous applause. The Ravenclaw team, dressed in blue, were already standing in the middle of the field. Madam Hooch told the team captains to shake hands and mount their brooms. "On my whistle … three—two—one—"
Harry kicked off into the air and the Firebolt zoomed higher and faster than any other broom; he soared around the stadium and began squinting around for the Snitch, listening all the while to the commentary.
"They're off, and the big excitement this match is the Firebolt that Harry Potter is flying for Gryffindor. According to Witch Weekly, the Firebolt's going to be the broom of choice for the national teams at this year's World Championship—"
"Jordan, would you mind telling us what's going on in the match?" Professor McGonagall's voice interrupted.
"Right you are, Professor—just giving a bit of background information—the Firebolt, incidentally, has a built-in auto-brake and—"
"Jordan!"
"Okay, okay, Gryffindor in possession, Katie Bell of Gryffindor heading for goal …"
Harry streaked past Katie in the opposite direction, gazing around for a glint of gold and noticing that Cho Chang was tailing him closely. She was undoubtedly a very good flier—she kept cutting across him, forcing him to change direction.
"Show her your acceleration, Harry!" Fred yelled as he whooshed past in pursuit of a Bludger that was aimed for Alicia.
Harry urged the Firebolt forward as they rounded the Ravenclaw goal posts and Cho fell behind. Just as Katie succeeded in scoring the first goal of the match, and the Gryffindor end of the field went wild, he saw it—the Snitch was close to the ground, flitting near one of the banners.
Harry dived; Cho saw what he was doing and tore after him—Harry was speeding up, excitement flooding him; dives were his specialty, he was ten feet away—
Then a Bludger, hit by one of the Ravenclaw Beaters, came pelting out of nowhere; Harry veered off course, avoiding it by an inch, and in those few, crucial seconds, the Snitch had vanished. There was a great "Oooooh" of disappointment from the Gryffindor supporters, but much applause for their Beater from the Ravenclaw end. George Weasley vented his feelings by hitting the second Bludger directly at the offending Beater, who was forced to roll right over in midair to avoid it.
"Gryffindor leads by eighty points to zero, and look at that Firebolt go! Potter's really putting it through its paces now, see it turn—Chang's Comet is just no match for it, the Firebolt's precision-balance is really noticeable in these long—"
"JORDAN! ARE YOU BEING PAID TO ADVERTISE FIREBOLTS? GET ON WITH THE COMMENTARY!"
Ravenclaw was pulling back; they had now scored three goals, which put Gryffindor only fifty points ahead. Harry dropped lower, narrowly avoiding a Ravenclaw Chaser, scanning the field frantically—a glint of gold, a fluttering of tiny wings—the Snitch was circling the Gryffindor goal post—
Harry accelerated, eyes fixed on the speck of gold ahead—but just then, Cho appeared out of thin air, blocking him—
"HARRY, THIS IS NO TIME TO BE A GENTLEMAN! KNOCK HER OFF!" Wood roared as Harry swerved to avoid a collision.
Harry turned and caught sight of Cho; she was grinning. The Snitch had vanished again. Harry turned his Firebolt upward and was soon twenty feet above the game. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Cho following him. …She'd decided to mark him rather than search for the Snitch herself. Harry decided that she'll have to face the consequences and began to dive immediately. Cho, thinking he'd seen the Snitch, tired to follow; Harry pulled out of the dive very sharply; she hurtled downward; he rose fast as a bullet once more, and then saw it, for the third time—the Snitch was glittering way above the field as the Ravenclaw end.
He accelerated, gaining on the Snitch with every second—then—
Three dementors, three tall, black, hooded dementors were looking up at him.
He didn't stop to think. Plunging a hand down the neck of his robes, he whipped out his wand and roared, "Expecto patronum!"
Something silver-white, something enormous, erupted from the end of his wand. He knew it had shot directly at the dementors but didn't pause to watch; his mind still miraculously clear, he looked ahead—he was nearly there. He stretched out his hand still grasping his wand and just managed to close his fingers over the small, struggling Snitch.
Madam Hooch's whistle sounded. Harry turned around in midair and saw six scarlet blurs bearing down on him; next moment the whole team was hugging him so hard he was nearly pulled off his broom. Down below he could hear the roars of the Gryffindors in the crowd.
"That's my boy!" Wood kept yelling. Alicia, Angelina, and Katie all kissed Harry; Fred had him in a grip so tight Harry felt as though his head would come off. In complete disarray, the team managed to make its way back to the ground. Harry got off his broom and looked up to see a gaggle of Gryffindor supporters sprinting onto the field, Ron in the lead. Before he knew it, he had been engulfed by the cheering crowd.
"That was some Patronus," a voice said in Harry's ear. He turned around to see Professor Lupin-Black, who looked both shaken and pleased.
"The dementors didn't affect me at all!" Harry said excitedly. "I didn't feel a thing!"
"That would be because they—er—weren't dementors," Professor Lupin-Black said. "Come and see—"
He led Harry out of the crowd until they were able to see the edge of the field. "You gave Mr. Flint quite a fright," Lupin-Black said.
Harry stared. Lying in a crumpled heap on the ground were Crabbe, Goyle, and Marcus Flint, all struggling to remove themselves from long, black hooded robes. Standing over them, with an expression of the utmost fury was Professor McGonagall.
"An unworthy trick!" she was shouting. "A low and cowardly attempt to sabotage the Gryffindor Seeker! Detention for all of you, and fifty points from Slytherin! I shall be speaking to Professor Dumbledore about this, make no mistake! Ah, here he comes now!"
Harry didn't see Draco until leaving the Quidditch pitch, the Slytherin stalking him until he knew Harry was alone enough to talk with him. "Harry, are you okay?" he asked as Harry stopped, the rest of the Gryffindor House going back to the castle to celebrate in Gryffindor Tower. "I heard about what happened. Those damn idiots—"
"I'm fine," Harry grinned. "Who cares about them? I won!"
"I know you did," Draco smirked. "I'm so happy, you did brilliantly Harry!"
"Thanks," Harry breathed. "But I'm actually more excited about something else," he blushed. Draco chuckled and shook his head. "Don't worry my cub, you won the bet, and I'm a man of my word. I heard you Gryffindors are celebrating in your Tower. So before you go and join them, meet me at the Great Hall my cub, and I will give you your just reward."
Harry smiled, just loving the sound of Draco's voice, and nodded before having a better idea. "Why not we just walk there together? Right now?"
Draco looked at Harry for a moment before smirking. "You want to do that? Show everyone we past that we are boyfriends before I snog the life out of you?"
"Yeah," Harry breathed. Draco smirked again and took Harry's hand. "Let's go then. You can tell me all about that spell you casted on the squibs."
Harry nodded and let Draco led him away from the Quidditch pitch. On the walk back to the castle he told Draco everything about the Patronus Charm, about how the dementors affected him and how Professor Lupin-Black had been giving him anti-dementors lessons to fight the dementors if they had ever came at him again either on the grounds or during a Quidditch match. When he was done talking, he was starting to feel out of breath and noticed that they were in the entrance hall.
"We're all ready here?" Harry said surprised, a blush appearing on his cheeks.
"You kept us entertained the entire way," Draco chuckled. He tugged Harry's hand gently. "Are you ready for your reward?"
"Yeah," Harry said, his head nodding enthusiastically. Draco smiled and pulled Harry into the Great Hall. The Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw tables were all filled, while the Gryffindor Table stood empty. Students looked at the doors when Harry and Draco walked in, and there was a shocked moment of silence when they saw a Gryffindor and Slytherin together. The silence turned to curious awe as the whole room seemed to realize who the two were.
The boys ignored them as Draco and Harry walked between the Slytherin and Ravenclaw tables, until they were right in the center of both tables. Draco turned towards Harry and without a moment's hesitation pulled the smaller boy to his body, crushing his lips onto Harry's as he claimed Harry's first kiss. Harry's eyes closed as he let himself be taken over by the sensation, letting Draco control him, guide him in the kiss as opened his mouth and allowed Draco's tongue to enter. Their tongues danced for a while before Harry submitted to Draco, allowing the Ice Prince to explore and devour his prize. His body felt heavy as he seemed to melt in Draco's arms, his dominant being the only connection he had to the world and keeping him stable. All that matter was Draco's tongue, Draco's lips. Touching him, tasting him… It was heaven.
When they finally separated, Harry's cheeks were rosy ready, beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead as he was out of breath. He looked around as the entire Great Hall erupted in gossip. He glanced at the staff table to see the teachers looking at both of them awkwardly, he could practically see the gears in Snape's head as he tried to figure out how much points he could take from Gryffindor for that display. His eyes turned towards Slytherin Table and couldn't feel prouder. Blaise's eyes were huge with his grin, openly giving them both thumbs off as he showed his perfect teeth while the rest of Slytherin Table looked as a mix of shocked horror, pure outrage, and baffled confusion.
"Go enjoy your party cub, I'll take care of things here," Draco said giving Harry a small peck on the lips as he turned towards Slytherin Table. He sat down next to Blaise and shot the surrounding Slytherins a cold look, as if daring them to argue with their Prince and Leader. Harry turned and left the Great Hall extremely satisfied and very excited. He wanted to tell someone, anyone about the kiss. His first thought was Ron, though he thought he would save Ron the details of his best mate snogging his former rival. His next thought was to tell George, and settled on that.
He doubled his steps towards Gryffindor Tower and it was only when he stood in front of the Fat Lady that he remembered something crucial that he had forgotten. He didn't tell Hermione about his relationship with Draco. Deciding that he better tell her now before her finding out by someone else, Harry spoke the password and entered through the Portrait hole.
"There's the man of the hour!" Fred yelled as Harry walked through.
The nearby Gryffindors cheered as Harry stepped out of the portrait hole. It felt as though they had already won the Quidditch Cup, the party went on all night. Fred and George disappeared for a couple of hours and returned with armfuls of bottles of butterbeer, pumpkin fizz, and several bags full of Honeydukes sweets.
"How did you do that?" Angelina Jonson squealed as George started throwing Peppermint Toads into the crowd.
"With a little help from Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs," Fred muttered in Harry's ear.
Only one person wasn't joining in the festivities. Hermione, incredibly, was sitting in a corner, attempting to read an enormous book entitled Home Life and Social Habits of British Muggles. Harry broke away from the table where Fred and George had started juggling butterbeer bottles and went over to her.
"Did you even come to the match?" he asked her, deciding to ease into the topic of Draco.
"Of course I did," Hermione said in a strangely high-pitched voice, not looking up. "And I'm very glad we won, and I think you did really well, but I need to read this by Monday."
"Come on, Hermione, come and have some food," Harry said, looking over at Ron and wondering whether he was in a good enough mood to bury the hatchet.
"I can't, Harry. I still got four hundred and twenty-two pages to read!" Hermione said, now sounding slightly hysterical. "Anyway …" She glanced over at Ron too "He doesn't want me to join in."
There was no arguing with this, as Ron chose that moment to say loudly, "If Scabbers hadn't just been eaten, he could have had some of those Fudge Flies. He used to really like them—"
Hermione burst into tears. Before Harry could say or do anything, she tucked the enormous book under her arm, and, still sobbing, ran toward the staircase to the girls' dormitories and out of sight.
"Can't you give her a break?" Harry asked Ron quietly.
"No," Ron said flatly. "If she just acted like she was sorry—but she'll never admit she's wrong, Hermione. She's still acting like Scabbers has gone on vacation or something."
The Gryffindor party ended only when Professor McGonagall turned up in her tartan dressing gown and hair net at one in the morning, to insist that they all go to bed. Harry walked to his dormitory, surprisingly not exhausted. He climbed into his bed, twitched the hangings of his four-poster shut to block out a ray of moonlight, lay back, and tried to go to sleep.
But he couldn't he didn't felt tired at all, instead he felt… awake, his dick tenting in his pants. Feeling a rush of arousal, Harry bit his lip as he pulled his pajama shirt off. Harry withheld a moan as he started to rub his chest, his eyes closed as he focused on the sensation of his hands. They drifted down towards his pants and easily pushed them off, leaving Harry laying on his bed naked, his cock standing fully erect and begging for attention. Aside from teaching him about Parseltongue, and listening to his troubles, the diary had also taught him more about how to pleasure himself, Tom admitting that he liked to have boys perform in front of him. He also suggested that Harry should do that for Draco as well.
Feeling brave and lewd, Harry spat on his hand and started to stroke his cock a few times, giving a small moan when pre-cum started to ooze out of the head. Then, an idea came to him. He reached out of his bed and grabbed his wand. He had never done what he was about to do, but Tom Riddle had described it multiple times that he thought he could easily do it himself. He moved up on his bed, making sure that he was comfortable, before he slowly began to lift his legs into the air. He arched and lifted his ass as well, exposing the spread cheeks to the cold night air as he locked his arm around his legs. His feet was against the stone walls of the castle and his cock pointing directly at his face. Harry felt that with enough practice he might be able to lick the head of his cock.
But for now, he had another thing planned. With his left arm holding his legs in place, he used his right arm to bring his wand up to his exposed hole. He muttered two spells that Tom had taught him, and shivered when he felt a cold sensation force itself into his ass, cleaning and leaving a wet substance Tom referred to as "lube."
Harry placed his wand on his bed and brought his finger to his pink rosebud. He circled his pointer finger around the hole, moaning as his finger played with the lube at the entrance of his hole. He counted down in his head, before thrusting his finger in, his breath gasping as his finger broke the tight ring of muscles. He pushed as far as he could down into his hole, pain and pleasure mixing as he did so. His cock was dripping with pre-cum that lathered the top of his cock head before dripping down onto Harry's chin and lips. His started to pull back his finger before thrusting it again, small gasps and moan escaping his lips as his finger was devoured by the hot velvet tightness of his ass. He took a couple of breaths and calmed down, relaxing his ass muscles as he tried to put two fingers in. The sensation was too much for the young Gryffindor as when he curled his fingers, he must have touched something as he had to bit his lip to hold in the scream as he came, ropes of his own cum hitting his chin, cheeks and lips as he opened his mouth to catch it.
He pulled his fingers from his hole, mewling at a sudden feeling of emptiness, and cleaned his face before falling asleep naked on top of the covers.
George Weasley and Oliver Wood did not feel like sleeping either that night. Both boys too were too filled with excitement and adrenaline to fall asleep when Professor McGonagall had told them too. So, while the rest of the Gryffindors slept, the two snuck back downstairs into the common room where they snogged on an armchair, George on the burly Gryffindor's lap.
"Where did you learn how to snog?" Oliver chuckled.
"Flint," George breathed. "He wasn't as good as you though."
Oliver chuckled and slapped George's rump. "Good, I'm here to prove that I am better than Flint in every single way."
"Well… you're definitely hotter than him, and bigger," George said, his arm stroking Oliver Wood's bicep.
Wood smirked as he flexed, looking at George. "You haven't seen anything yet. Get off my lap baby, I want to do something."
George obeyed. "What do you want to do?" he asked.
Oliver Wood sat up tall in the armchair and looked at George. "I want you to suck my cock George. Can you do that?"
"I can," George smirked playfully. "But I don't know if I want to right now…"
"Then as your Quidditch Captain," Oliver Wood said, matching George's smirk, "I order you to suck my cock George."
"Yes Captain," George chuckled as he got onto his knees. The two boys worked together to get Oliver's pants off, revealing his soft cock resting on the seat of the armchair, waiting for attention. "Dear god…" George gasped.
Wood looked proud at George's reaction. "I'm not called 'Wood' just because it's my last name, George I've measured myself. Soft, I'm six inches long, but when you get me hard George, you're going to be dealing with ten inches long and six inches thick of pure satisfaction. So tell me, am I still bigger than Flint?"
"Yeah…" George breathed as he lovingly took Oliver's cock in his hand. "So much bigger."
"Then get to it baby," Oliver said. George nodded and took no time at all putting Oliver's thick cock in his mouth. He moaned loudly as he began to suck, unbuttoning his pants to get his own cock out as he continued to suck. Oliver moaned and put his hands in the redhead's hair, he pushed George down on his cock as it started to grow. "Yeah… like that," he moaned, his eyes closing in bliss.
George moaned as well as he felt the cock grow heavy and bigger on his tongue. He started to gag and breathed through his nose as he tried to handle Wood's full length. His jaw was feeling sore, but he didn't care. To him, it was as if he was in heaven as he worked on the largest cock he had ever seen.
"God you're a good cocksucker," Oliver moaned as George hummed. While George stroke himself with one hand, the other went to play with Oliver's balls, causing Oliver to moan even more. "Ahh… Ahh… I want to come on that pretty face," Oliver moaned. George got off of Oliver's cock, spit and precum on both his bruised puffed lips and Oliver's fat cock. He began to jerk off Oliver, both his hands moving at the same frequency. "Fuck… GEORGE!" Oliver yelled as he came all over George's face. Ropes and ropes of cum hitting everywhere. George came soon after, cumming into his hand. When cum just started dripping from Oliver's softening cock, George licked and cleaned his cock up before bringing his cum-soaked hand to his mouth and cleaning it as well. Oliver smirked and wiped his thumb across George's cheek, collecting cum and holding it in front of George. "Eat all of it George," he breathed.
George mewled and licked Oliver's thumb clean. They continued this, Oliver collecting the cum and George licking it, until the redhead's face was clean of cum and his mouth tasting heavenly. Oliver pulled George up from his knees and moved so they both squeezed into the armchair. "That was amazing George," Oliver breathed. "I think I'm falling for you."
George chuckled and relaxed onto Oliver's shoulders as Oliver rubbed George's knees, soothing them. "You know he never did that," George said after a few moments of silence in which Oliver just rubbed and massaged George's sore legs.
"After care is important," Oliver said. "Dad taught me that." George just nodded. "He just used to have me suck him, kiss then go."
"You mean he never…"
"Nope," George said. "No aftercare, and forget about sucking my cock!"
"You mean you never had your cock sucked before?" Oliver gasped. "We need to fix that," he smirked.
"Too tired," George yawned.
"Alright, next time then," Oliver said. "Come on, we better go to sleep before McGonagall catches us. I don't think it would be good if she saw you sitting on my naked lap."
George gave a tired laugh and got up off from the bed. Oliver got up and fixed his pants before joining George as the two made their tired way up the staircase to the boys' dormitory. When they reached their beds they slipped in and murmured their "good nights" before falling onto their pillows, going to sleep immediately.
A/N: I hope you guys liked the only Oliver/George sex scene in the story. Next time we're going to see the consequences of a certain snog, and a Slytherin planning his moves.
Littlesprout: And hot as well. George has some skills
Ern: Me too, now if only we can get rid of that diary.
Jokul Frosti: No burning and it's tough! He's going up against the man who raised him!
Love-of-all-Anime: Here is more.
Super MKatR: Yeah, they're actually having a conversation about it and working on their problems instead of running away from them. WHAT A CONCEPT!?
OUATLover02: I learn from the best.
Kigen Dawn: Here's your darn sex scenes! And who knows. It might be them, it might be Harry and Draco, or it might be a certain Slytherin minx teaching an oblivious Gryffindor.
Sasuhinas fan: Just make sure you never do it again… and no. The reason why Harry can't do the Patronus because it's a really hard spell. Remember Harry's just a normal thirteen year old boy lol. Patronus is like seventh year material and not anybody can do it!
Lupinesence: Thanks
Dancer1o1: Well, I try. The reason of this one's delay: Dating apps and pokemon. I'm having luck on one and crap all on the other. And Draco is trying, but will it be enough to save Buckbeak from his father?
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