Date: Fri, 20 Jul 2007 14:09:22 -0700
From: Ben Meova <1hungyungun@gmail.com>
Subject: Harry and the Politics Of Romance- Part Six (txt version)

Harry and the Politics of Romance

A fantasy tribute by Ben Meova



Disclaimer: This story falls under the category of fan fiction and is not
meant to imply anything about the characters in the original story by JK
Rowling. The plot is pure fantasy that came solely out of the mind of the
author. The events described herein never happened in this or any other
universe. This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about
the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge
about their private lives.

Beyond that the rest is total fantasy and fiction. This story does involve
sexual situations between people that may be minors in your state or
country. If sex bothers you, especially sex between mid-teen boys or adults
witnessing teen sex, you may want to go elsewhere.

Author's Note:

This story is the continuation of my first story on Nifty- "Harry and the
Closet of Secrets". If you haven't read that one yet, you may want to read
that one first. Otherwise many of the situations in this, Harry's second
year as a Hogwarts teacher, may not make sense.

As a reminder, I started writing my stories well before the release of
Rowling's final Potter book. I operated under the assumption that Harry won
the battle and that Ron, Hermione, Neville, Dean, Seamus, Oliver Wood,
Colin Creevey, Arthur Weasley and a few others lived. I also decided that
Draco Malfoy had died in the end. Please don't email me, after reading
Rowling's book, telling me that one of my characters should be dead. The
history of the events, during Harry's 17th year on Earth, came completely
out of my head.

So for those who may not have read Rowling's last book yet...the people who
I said lived and died is not a spoiler for her book. I decided all that
months before her book was released on July 21st.

Just two chapters in this part...they turned out to be quite long so I
opted to just send in these two as a pair. Part 7 will more then likely be
a three chapter offering again...happy reading!

Comments and whatever else you want to send can be mailed to:
1hungyungun@gmail.com



Harry and the Politics of Romance Part Six


Chapter 16- Made In America


     The tall man entered the school, obviously drawing the attention of a
few students that were out and about far too late on a Sunday evening. They
marveled at the man's height and some speculated that he might have a bit
of giant in him. With silky black hair covering one eye, highlighted gold
on the end, he looked more like a musician then a parent or a teacher. A
couple of female students noticed that even in his robes it looked as if he
was built and muscular. The man looked down and winked at the students as
he passed them by.

"That's a tall bloke, eh?" commented one of the boys standing around

"Right that mate, must be at least a six footer!"

They were close, the mystery man stood at a healthy six foot five
inches. After a few more glances the students returned to their gossip
session, assuming that the tall man was just an adult visitor or perhaps a
parent making a surprise visit.

As the man made his way into the castle the aged caretaker, Filch, who
would lead him to the entrance of Professor McGonagall's office, greeted
him. Filch who was considerably dwarfed by the man led him through the
hallways and towards Headmistress McGonagall's office. She had told Filch
to meet the man, but as usual, didn't tell him who the hulking visitor was
and why he was at the castle, oddly on a late Sunday evening.

"Butterbeer!" muttered Filch as the entrance to the office began to open

"Excuse me...did you say something to me?" said the man obviously confused
as to why Filch muttered "Butterbeer"

"That's a password mate...you have to have the password to enter and it
changes daily."

The man nodded in understanding and followed behind the caretaker. He
marveled at how ancient the castle was and he was quite impressed. Back
home he had nothing like this, he thought as he watched the giant gargoyle
spin slowly around revealing stairs. Once they stood upon them the stairs
lifted them upwards to a landing and a huge door.  Filch knocked on the
door and then entered when a voice inside told him to come in.

Standing up behind her desk the Headmistress smiled warmly as the tall man
approached her.

"Ah Professor Sharp...welcome...welcome!" beamed McGonagall, "I do hope
that your journey was a safe one?"

"Safe indeed Headmistress, although having to use Muggle air travel was a
bit unnerving but given the distance there wasn't much choice. Despite that
I am still happy to be here with y'all"

McGonagall smiled to herself; she always loved those American southern
accents; it reminded her of the old American John Wayne westerns her father
used to love. People would have been surprised to know that Minerva
McGonagall's father was an American Muggle that fell in love with her Irish
mom and readily accepted the idea of her being a witch. When it was
apparent Minerva was just like her mom the family moved back to Ireland so
Minerva could attend her mother's old school- Hogwarts.

Filch stood in the anteroom and noticed immediately that the man had an
accent...an American accent for sure. Now even more curious he craned his
neck to hear the conversation. McGonagall noticed him standing there and
looked around her guest at Filch.

"That will be all Filch," called McGonagall, "oh and I don't want you
discussing our guest with anyone...it is confidential until I, myself,
announce it to the school...stay available...I may need you in a little
while."

"Oh right, as you wish headmistress," replied Filch bowing as he left the
office

"I am sorry you had to come under such short notice," said McGonagall
returning her attention to the new arrival when Filch was finally gone,
"but I truly do believe that this teacher exchange program will benefit
all. Professor Trelawney was excited to be given the opportunity to teach
American wizarding students."

"She teaches Divination, doesn't she? Is there some change in the plans
m'am? I thought I was going to be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Right...no worries...that will be the class you are taking on. We actually
have had two Divination teachers, so the other, Professor Firenze will take
over all of the Divination classes. You will be the primary DADA teacher,"
assured McGonagall

"I just hope I will meet the standards of this fine school and do the class
justice," said Sharp smiling back at McGonagall

"I have no doubts about that...your teaching record speaks for itself. Your
experience in the Defense Against the Dark Arts in America will surely
benefit your students here."

Julian Thomas Sharp, at age 28, was the youngest teacher at the American
Wizarding School known as Hawkclaws Academy. Sharp had initially been hired
to teach Transfiguration but his knowledge of Potions gave him that post
first when the school's Potions teacher accidentally poisoned himself to
death days before the start of the first term.

Two years ago when the Hawkclaws Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher
retired Julian, or JT as his friends called him, was given that teaching
post and since then he had excelled in it. Nearly all his students finished
with top grades and he was regarded as the best DADA teacher in the United
States. So it was a fine moment for Hogwarts and its students when he
agreed to participate in the foreign teacher exchange program that had been
established by the Hogwarts and Hawkclaws board of governors just days
before.

As JT explained to McGonagall, Hawkclaws Academy resided in the Central
Regions Of Nebraska near Chimney Rock not too far from Sharp's birthplace
in Oklahoma. The school, set in the wilderness and out of the view of
Muggles, was well known in the wizarding world. The only differences
between it and Hogwarts was that Hawkclaws was only a little less then a
century old and it had three founders instead of four. Herbert Harrington,
Josiah Johannsen and Elvira Everett founded the school in 1902, using their
personal fortunes, to build the first witchcraft and wizardry school in
western America. All were graduates of Hogwarts and had immigrated to
America before the turn of the century.

Up until the creation of Hawkclaws, the only school in America was located
on the outskirts of Salem, Massachusetts. That school had been in existence
long before the United States had been and every year hundreds of students
were turned away because there was no room for more. The three founders
made a visit to that school and soon after decided that another school was
needed in the western part of the United States. These days' young witches
and wizards from all over the states vied for a spot in America's best
wizarding school- Hawkclaws Academy.

At the school the baby faced and clean-shaven Sharp was head of Harrington
House whose students had the same attributes as those in Gryfindor. So on
top of his teaching skills the Hogwarts board regarded him as the perfect
person to take over as head of Gryfindor House as well.

McGonagall offered him a cup of tea, which he politely accepted.  He would
have preferred a nice strong cuppa coffee...his beverage of choice
throughout the day...but in an effort to fit into the "English way" he
gracefully accepted the beverage.

"Do you have any questions for me?" asked McGonagall sincerely

"Yes, m'am I have two actually...the first is probably a silly question but
it does beg to be asked. I am wondering why I am coming on board in the
middle of the term and why wasn't this exchange program established before
the start of the school year?"

"That's a fair question...the person you are replacing ran into a bit of a
professional snag so he was unable to continue the term...that is all I
really want to say about that. The important thing is that you are here and
I am very pleased with that."

"Thank you, m'am," said JT who had noticed that McGonagall was a bit
uncomfortable talking about the person he was replacing.

He let it go; in the whole of things it really didn't matter and there was
a more important matter he needed to discuss before the meeting ended.

"You had an additional question for me?" queried McGonagall

"Well, m'am, as you know with the short notice I had to bring my nephew
along"

"Yes, that was mentioned...he's thirteen isn't he?"

"Yes m'am and one of the best in the second year class at Hawkclaws...I
just wanted to make sure that y'all will put him in my house if it is
possible"

"Thirteen and in his second year?" questioned McGonagall

"Yes, m'am, at Hawkclaws students start the school at age 12 and finish up
when they are 18 since one is an adult there at age 18 instead of 17 like
in the UK...but again I would very much like it if he could be put into my
house. It may make his transition easier.

"That really depends on what the sorting hat says," replied McGonagall
pointing at the old hat on the shelf above her

"Sorting hat, m'am?" said Sharp confused

"Oh right..." said McGonagall catching on, "you do things differently over
there. We use a magical hat to sort our students into their houses and it
never fails to place a student in the house that most suits his or her
character."

"Then I shouldn't worry...he was in Harrington House which I understand is
similar to your Gryfindor House."

"Yes from what I read amazingly Godrick Gryfindor and Herbert Harrington
had a lot of similar traits and attributes...no doubt the young man will be
placed where you want him."

"Thank you m'am...he is out waiting in the coach...shall I go get him so
y'all can sort him?"

"That would be fine...I will summon Filch again so you can find your way
around. Mind you he is a nosy git so don't let him intimidate you...it is
none of his business what you are doing here...everyone will know soon
enough."

"Then my start date is tomorrow?"

"I will have Professor Collins cover the classes one more day. That way you
can have a chance to settle in. You'll take over the classes Tuesday...is
that acceptable?"

"Yes m'am it is...thank you...I will go fetch the boy."

Filch arrived minutes later and escorted JT Sharp back down to retrieve
Hogwarts newest, and first for that matter, student from America.

After everything was sorted out and settled Sharp was taken to his new
quarters, previously occupied by Harry Potter, and after unpacking fell
into a deep and restful sleep. The air flight and all the excitement of the
day had finally caught up with him and exhaustion set in.

~

Later that night, in the Gryfindor first year dorm, Nicky Lang was awakened
by the sounds of moans and sobs. He sat up in his bed and parted the
privacy curtains. Quietly he got up and walked towards the source of the
sound- Mark Mungo-Marsh's bed. Nicky dared to peak into the curtains and it
became obvious that Mark was asleep and having some sort of a dream...from
the looks of it, thought Nicky, not a good one.

Nicky almost fell backwards when Mark suddenly sat up in the bed and
screamed, "Get off me!"

"I didn't do anything," said Nicky in a hushed voice concerned the others
may be awakened

Mark rubbed his eyes and then looked at Nicky, "No it wasn't you...it was
the dream again."

"Dream? What sort of dream, if you don't mind me asking?"

"It's kind of personal and scary..." Mark's voice trailed off, "I'd rather
not talk about it now. Could you just come on the bed and hold me?"

"Sure mate if that will ease your mind," said Nicky with a smile, "we
better use that charm."

"Charm?"

"Yeah, the seclusion one...don't wanna get caught in the same bed...let me
get my wand."

Nicky retrieved his wand and whispered "Secludio" giving the two first
years complete privacy.

Mark wanted to tell someone about his dream, he knew he could trust Nicky,
but he wanted to tell an adult, with more wizarding experience about it
first. After a little while Mark broke away from Nicky's embrace.

"I want to go see Professor Potter, will you come with me?" asked Mark

"Tonight?" replied Nicky surprised, "it's after 11 and he may very well be
asleep."

"No he told me one time that he is always up until at least midnight...will
you go with me?"

"Sure let me get my kit on and we will go...better take your invisibility
cloak."

"Right I heard that Filch is like a zombie...never sleeps and is always
running about the castle trying to catch students...let me get it out of my
trunk so the old git won't catch us."

When they both were dressed they quietly headed down the stairs to the
common room. They slowly opened the portrait hole, making sure to leave it
ajar so they could get back in, and then they both slipped out into the
hallway. Thankfully didn't wake the snoozing fat lady; apparently she had
been sipping brandy with Violet- her friend from another potrait, so she
was passed out cold. Quickly they hurried down the hallway and headed
towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Once there they climbed the stairs and knocked loudly on the door to the
private quarters.

After a few minutes wait they heard the handle of the door moving. When the
door opened they both stood there in shock and awe.

"Can I help you?" said the stranger groggily looking down at the two
stunned boys

"Where's Professor Potter?" asked Nicky totally confused by the fact that a
huge man, instead of Harry, was standing at the door.

"I'm sorry son but Potter no longer works here...I am Professor Sharp and I
will be taking over for him. Now then, why are you two out of bed and at my
door past curfew?"

The boys looked at each other and then back at the huge man at the door.

"Just had a question...nothing too important...we'll be on our way then,"
said Nicky quickly as he and Mark scrambled down the stairs and into the
classroom

"Wait...wait!" called Sharp, "maybe I can help y'all..."

It was too late; the boys had already run out of the classroom. Sharp
turned and went back inside wondering if this would be a regular occurrence
at this school.

When Nicky and Mark were safely away and in the hall they stopped for a
moment.

"That bloke had an American accent...who the hell is he and where is
Professor Potter?" asked Nicky looking at Mark

"I haven't a clue but Coach Wood may know...let's go see him," replied Mark
as he grabbed Nicky's hand to lead the way.

When they arrived at Oliver's quarters the both banged on the door
loudly. A quite annoyed Wood eventually flung open the door.

"Who the hell is banging..." Wood stopped short when he saw Nicky and Mark,
"what are you two doing out of bed this late and for that matter what are
you doing banging on my door? Is something wrong? Someone hurt?"

"No nothing like that, sir," said Nicky

"It's just we had a bit of a shock and we need to talk to you, sir,
please..." pleaded Mark opening his puppy dog eyes wide to emphasize his
request

"Alright come on in and sit down," said Oliver reluctantly stepping aside
and letting the two boys into his quarters

Oliver ushered the boys over to the sofa and sat down facing them. This
better be important, he thought looking at the two boys, woke me up from a
dead asleep, they did.

"So what seems to be the bother boys?" asked a groggy Oliver

The boys were silent; it took a minute but then Oliver realized they were
just staring directly at him; their eyes fixed on his mid-section.

"Umm...sir...you are flashing us," said Nicky with a wink pointing at
Oliver's lap

"Oh my...sorry bout that...you two woke me and I like to sleep in the all,"
said Oliver beginning to blush

Oliver's robe had parted when he sat down revealing his cock lazily lying
on his balls. Both boys got a good eyeful and Mark particularly liked the
pubes. He smiled to himself; he knew one of Oliver's secrets...he trimmed
and obviously shaped his pubes.

Oliver quickly adjusted his robe and then got back to the real reason the
boys were there, "Now then what seems to be the reason for you two banging
on my door and being out of bed at this hour?"

Nicky went on to explain that they had gone to see Professor Potter. To
cover for Mark he made up a tale about their being a strange ghost in the
dorm and they wanted to have their head of house investigate.

"So when the door opened Professor Potter wasn't there at all," continued
Nicky

"Yeah and some really tall bloke name Sharp was there...says he is the new
Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," added Mark, "where's Professor
Potter and why is he gone?"

Damn, thought Oliver as he surveyed the boys, they weren't supposed to get
wind of this until Tuesday.

"Listen boys, I will tell you what is going on but you have to swear to
tell no one. Sam Chang is back tomorrow and as you know there is a big
welcome back party planned for him. I don't want that ruined by what has
happened."

"We swear to keep it to ourselves," said Mark and Nicky in unison

Satisfied that it would stay confidential Oliver went on to explain what
had happened at the board of governors meeting and why Professors Potter
and Longbottom were no longer at the school as teachers.

"And this all has to do with something the Daily Prophet may print?" asked
Mark after Oliver finished

"I am afraid so, Mark," said Oliver with a touch of sadness in his voice,
"sometimes something that seems right to some is bad for others...usually
it is people that simply do not understand..."

"Like homophobes...they sacked him cause he is gay," said Nicky angrily

"No more like because he was close to Potter's Protégés...apparently that
is what they intend to print...you heard about Colin Creevey last year and
how he turned on Harry...er, Professor Potter?"

"Yes, Patrick Donnelly told me all about it, sir," replied Mark

"Well from what I heard there is an interview, an exclusive interview, with
him that may very well destroy Potter and Longbottom if it gets into
print," said Oliver in a resentful tone, "The board panicked and put them
on leave to placate the parents of students who may buy into the story. So
really that is the whole story...edited down a bit but as much as you need
to know at the moment,"

"That is so unfair...so they have left for good then," questioned Nicky

"For now, yes, I am afraid...so the man you saw is his replacement. He will
start Tuesday and no one but staff is to know until the Headmistress
introduces him," said Oliver trying to wrap things up, "again please don't
say a word to the other teens until it is announced Tuesday morning."

"We promised, sir, and we keep our promises," pledged Nicky

"Right then...there is the matter of you being out of bed this late. If
Filch catches you there will be hell to pay and then the whole bag of worms
concerning Potter and his replacement will be out of the bag. Gossip
spreads like wildfire hear at Hogwarts...it was like that even when I was a
student. Then there would be the gossip about why two first years were
visiting me at 11 at night...in my private quarters."

"Just tell them that we were frightened and didn't want to go back to the
dorms."

"Yes, I will do that but it goes deeper boys. You have to understand that
the reason your little group is still in existence is because everyone is
under the assumption that I am one hundred percent heterosexual. You boys,
know the truth...I am bi and I prefer the company of another man to a woman
but the rest of the world has no idea. That keeps you boys safe and able to
continue to meet."

"But don't you hate lying, sir?" asked Nicky

"Yes, I do...but sometimes one has to fudge the truth a bit to survive and
to get by. So gossip about two boys, that are part of that group, who most
probably suspect being gay, hanging out with me after hours may cast too
many suspicions and could ruin it for everyone...do you two understand?"

"Yes, we do...it's all about the homophobia again, isn't it? People assume
rather then look at reality and facts," offered Mark

"Right that, young man, and Filch catching you coming from here would be a
disaster. So with all that in mind we need another plan...you will be
staying here tonight...That sofa pulls out into a bed...you two stay out
here tonight...I will tell Professor Sharp that something had frightened
you in the dorms and I told you to stay here for the night. I'll tell him
that because it was his first night here I took over for him and sorted you
two out"

"Thank you, sir," said both boys again

"Before you go back to bed, sir, I wonder if you have a quill and a spare
bit of parchment?" asked Mark

"Yes...let me get it for you," said Oliver going over to his desk

He retrieved the items and then handed them to Mark.

"Sir, thank you for telling us the truth...we owe you one, "said Mark
smiling at Oliver

"My pleasure boys...now off to sleep soon...it will be morning before we
know it!"

Oliver headed back into his sleeping quarters, making sure to leave the
door cracked so he could hear if they were not doing as they were told.

"Why do you need parchment this late, Mark...do you write a journal?"

"Naw, I just want to write my uncle a quick letter while have the thoughts
in my head," replied Mark setting about to write

When he finished he read it over to himself:

____________

Uncle:

Sorry it took so long to get back to you; the lessons at school and the
homework keeps me busy. I have been involved with the boys in Potter's
Protégés and I haven't witnessed anything odd. Sex has nothing to do with
this group...it's about soccer and mates that have special scholastic
needs.

I know this probably cancels our deal about the broom but that is ok. I
couldn't lie to get the broom...these are good people and from talking to
them all and from what I have seen none of the adults have done anything
wrong with the boys...sexually that is and I assume that is what you were
hoping for...maybe some dirt about the Professors sexually abusing us boys
at the school?

Well that just hasn't happened and isn't happening now. That's all I can
tell you.

Sorry again and I will see you soon,

Mark

____________

After hearing what his uncle's paper did...basically getting both
Professors Potter and Longbottom sacked because of some story they wanted
to publish to sell papers Mark had made up his mind. Damn the broom, he
thought as he folded up the letter, it aint worth squealing on Nicky and
the rest of my friends.

He then joined Nicky in the bed and they cuddled close together; they both
were excited by the fact that they were actually going to be able to wake
up in the same bed in the morning.

After about a half hour of tossing and turning Oliver heard the obvious
sounds of cocksucking in the other room. Slowly, so as not to make noise,
Oliver got out of bed and peaked out the door crack. Sure enough Mark and
Nicky were sixty-nining on the bed. Part of him wanted to go out and watch
them but the sensible part reminded him of what Harry and Neville were
going through now.

Reluctantly he crawled back into bed and put the pillow over his head in an
attempt to muffle the sound. Minutes passed and he rolled over at his back
looking at the ceiling. He couldn't sleep that was for sure. Not with two
boys going at each other in the next room; the sounds alone were making his
own cock stiff as a board.

What the hell, Oliver thought wrapping his fist around his cock, might as
well get a load off since sex seems to be in the air tonight.

Oliver reached down threw the covers off, exposing his stiff dick to the
cool night air in his room. Listening to the sounds in the other room he
slowly stroked his man-sized cock, occasionally stopping to spread the
precum around the mushroom head with his foreskin.

He could hear them clearly and he wondered if they were purposely being
noisy for his benefit. He could imagine the two of them winking at each
other and guessing that Coach Wood was in the other room having a wank
himself. He continued to stroke slowly, not wanting to cum until he heard
the two in the other room blast off.

Suddenly the sounds of sucking stopped and again, not in a whisper as one
would have expected but a regular voice, Oliver heard Mark ask Nicky to
fuck him. Oliver got up and listened at the door again.

"Sure but we aint got no lube, mate," said Nicky

"That's all right...have you ever eaten out ass before?"

"Eat it?" queried Nicky

"No silly," laughed Mark, "eat it out...here let me show you...get on your
hands and knees and stick your ass in the air"

Oliver paused for a moment and wondered how Mark knew so much about sex at
his age. He brushed it off assuming that older teens, in the group, had
already given Mark and Nicky a few lessons. Oliver heard movement on the
bed, which indicated Nicky was doing what he was told. When the shuffling
around stopped Oliver heard Mark again.

"Ok see how you like this," said Mark as he spread Nicky's hairless ass
exposing a tight pink hole.

Mark licked around the outside and the finally sent his tongue to the
target.

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Nicky perhaps too loudly

"Shhh! You'll wake the coach...like that, do ya?"

Oliver was sure Mark had said that for effect; he didn't whisper to
Nicky...again he did it in full voice.

"Yes...oh damn Mark...that feels really good, mate," exclaimed Nicky

Oliver stood at the door, feeling like a perv but unable to take his eyes
off the area where the two boys were making love. When they moved around on
the bed Oliver was able to catch a glimpse of them. In time they switched
places, sadly getting out of Oliver's sight again, but Oliver could still
hear the soft moans of Mark Mungo-Marsh. Apparently Nicky was giving Mark's
hole a wet tongue-lashing.

I'll have to move that furniture around a bit, thought Oliver squeezing his
balls as he listened on.

Voices again.

"That should be enough spit, mate," said Mark moving about on the bed again

Oliver peaked out the crack in the door again and he could see Mark's upper
body. Apparently he was sitting down on Nicky. Slowly at first but then
faster Oliver watched as Mark's body bounced up and down. Faster and faster
he went; the room filled with the sound of Nicky's groin slapping against
Mark's ass and moans of pleasure from both boys.

Lost in their lovemaking the boys apparently unconcerned with Oliver being
in the other room. The voices got louder as did the moans. Soon Oliver
heard Mark telling Nicky to fuck him harder and faster because he was ready
to cum. Oliver increased the speed of his strokes as well and then heard
Mark screaming, "I'm cumming...shoot yours up my ass when I cum..."

Grunts and moans associated with the powerful orgasms that were happening
in the other room filled Oliver's ears and he too started to shoot his load
all over his bedroom door. Forgetting he wasn't alone he let out a much too
loud moan and grunt as well. Quickly he realized what he had done; he had
just given himself away. He stood still for a moment, only hearing the
sound of a kiss...then more seconds of silence.

The silence was broken when he heard Mark call out, "Goodnight Coach
Wood...sweet dreams!"

That was followed by boyish giggles; they had gotten Oliver's attention and
they knew it. In fact Mark, out of the corner of his eye, had seen Wood's
nose poking through the cracked open door. When he had seen that he bent
over and told Nicky and the two of them decided to get louder and put on a
show...a reward for Oliver since he told them the truth!

"From the sound that came from his bedroom it seems he enjoyed our
performance, eh?" whispered Mark in Nicky's ear

"I know I did," smiled Nicky pulling Mark closer

Feeling like a fool Oliver blushed and said nothing.

Sneaky little bastards, he thought as he climbed back in bed after a clean
up of the door and every place else his load went, seems like it's us
adults that need protecting from the kids rather then vice-versa. He was
tempted to be mad and scold them for cockteasing but then decided to let it
go as sleep fell over him for the second time that night.


Chapter 17- The Love Shack


     He was in a strange room, decorated lavishly and lit with a multitude
of candles. He was lying on a huge four-poster bed that felt like air;
soft, yet firm enough to hold his weight. Music was playing from afar and
his body tingled all over. Hands were moving all over his body; caressing
his chest, his stomach, his face and his legs. It seemed as if there were
thousands of hands massaging him into ecstasy. The room began to spin,
changing colors and textures, and then settled still.

His cock strained against the tight jock strap that his lover's made him
wear. His arms and hands were free and he was gripping on to two hard
cocks. He turned his head to the right and watched Harry Potter play with
the light brown pubes that were peaking out of the jock strap. He turned
his head the other way and looked at Neville Longbottom as he loving played
with the jock strap's straining bulge.

The room spun again; colors flashing by like Fourth of July
fireworks. Then, as the room stopped spinning again, he felt the hands move
up his thighs. It one felt swoop the hands removed the jock strap setting
his extremely erect penis free causing it to slap on his lower belly. The
hands were now on his balls and on his cock, sending waves of pleasure
through him. One of the hands squeezed his balls tightly...too
tightly...almost painfully...oddly the pain somehow felt good to him.

His eyes shut as he felt the telltale signs of a warm mouth engulfing his
rigid cock. His right hand was still on Neville's huge boner so it must be
Potter giving him the slow, yet pleasing, blowjob. Deeper and deeper the
cock went into the mouth. He could feel his balls drawing up in
anticipation of an orgasm. Better warn him, he thought, not sure if he will
take my load...

He opened his eyes...

Out of his dream and back into the real world it took a moment for Oliver
to realize what was going on. What he had been feeling was more then a
dream. He looked from side to side and bolted up to a sitting position on
his bed...horrified by what he saw.

"What the hell do you two think you are doing?" screamed Oliver

"Just waking you up, sir, thought we would wake you in a special way...to
say thank you...again," said Mark sheepishly wiping saliva and precum from
his lips

"Well right...while I appreciate the gesture...this is wrong...this just
can't...you two can't be here with me like this...what if someone had come
around? The Headmistress has the keys to all the private quarters you
know!"

Mark and Nicky looked down...they were unaware of that. They had both
awakened before Wood and decided, as a further reward, they would crawl in
bed with him and give him a wake up he would never forget. Both boys were
now out of the bed; boxers back on hiding their still semi-hard cocks.

"It's not that I am mad at you two...it's just that we all have to be
careful now. Sex needs to be between you boys when I am not around...no
more shows like last night for anyone...and no more surprises like
this...it's against the law and we have to be wary of that these
days...understand?"

"Yes, sir, we understand," said Nick solemnly

"But you didn't break the law. sir...we both chose on our own to come in
here and I chose, on my own to suck on you...cause...well...you really do
have a beautiful cock, sir."

"Be that as it may," said Oliver blushing again, "the law doesn't care
about what you choose...I would be the one to blame refardless and sent off
to Azkaban."

"Ok, sir...I got the point...we boys have no right to choose what we do
with our bodies or the bodies of others...sorry about all this..." said
Mark truly sorry

"Let it go Mark; harping on the twisted and sad reality that is the law
won't help matters. Besides we need to create your alibi for being away
from the dorm last night...that is most important at the moment."

"Ah yes, I forget about that as well. I guess Nicky and I were so happy
being together last night that we didn't want the fantasy to end," said
Mark leaning over to give Nicky a kiss on the cheek

"Understandable indeed...but right now you two hurry and get into your
soccer kits...I will meet you in a few minutes...we will get on the field
so it looks like you two came round this morning, early, for some extra
practice. If we are lucky no one will have noticed you sneaked out last
night and I won't have to lie to Professor Sharp."

Both boys hurried out towards the locker room and changed quickly. Oliver
met them there and they headed out for the pitch.

~

Neville stared lovingly at Harry as he snored lightly. He loved the
peaceful look on Harry's face. Luckily, thought Neville, he must be having
a good dream for a change. He surveyed up and down Harry's naked body and
was impressed with how masculine he was. This was really the first time
Neville had been able to take his time looking over Harry's body. Every
intricate detail was noticed...from the way the sparse bit of chest hair
formed a triangle to the little birthmark that lived on the head of Harry's
cock, which was laying on his right thigh half hard and twitching from time
to time, Neville was amazed at how Harry had matured into a beautiful, sexy
man. What a difference it was from the first time Neville had seen Harry
naked.

Neville laid back down and closed his eyes as he remembered back to their
second year in Hogwarts. Neville was shy back then; things hadn't grown yet
and while it seemed like his other mates were starting puberty he had
missed the bus. So he never would allow himself to shower alone for fear of
being looked at as immature or less than. It was bad enough being teased,
non-stop, about being hoisted up on the chandelier by the damn Pixies
Professor Lockheart had set out. The last thing he needed was for the
others to notice that he still had a nine-year-old looking dick in a
twelve-year-old's body.

One day Neville had finished up a shower and was toweling himself
off. Oblivious to everything except his hurried drying he failed to hear
someone come in. He was toweling his hair dry when he heard a voice say,
"hiya Neville!"

It was Harry Potter, completely naked and smiling at him. Neville stood
frozen for a minute with his towel effectively covering part of his
head. Eyes wide he looked at Harry unable to speak. His eyes, almost
automatically, darted towards Harry's crotch. As he inventoried his friend
he noticed that Harry's balls were starting to hang low and that his dick
was pretty thick for a boy his age. Harry also had a small circle of dark
brown pubes surrounding his package...something Neville wouldn't get for at
least another year and a half.

Suddenly aware that his quite small and hairless groin was exposed for
Harry's perusal, Neville quickly flung the towel around his waist and ran
past Harry.

"Something, I said?" questioned Harry to no one in particular as he stepped
under the spray

Time certainly had changed things, thought Neville feeling his cock swell a
bit. Harry had literally become "hairy" Potter and Neville's body
experienced puberty to the max, transforming his once small penis into the
nine, sometimes nine and a half inch, thick piece of uncut meat that he was
no longer ashamed to display if anyone wanted to see it.

Harry stirred in his sleep and turned over opening his eyes. He noticed
Neville staring at him and smiled.

"Have a good sleep then?" said Harry stretching and then reaching out to
pull Neville close

"Very restful I must say...and you?"

"Slept like a baby...not a care in the world...almost seems a shame to be
awake," said Harry sadly

"Yes, I know the feeling but deal with life we must. Let me go see if Ron
has any coffee; I need something to wake me up," said Neville climbing out
of the bed

Harry watched as Neville's full and firm naked ass walked away from
him. Indeed he had slept peacefully; there was something comforting about
knowing that Neville was close by his side. Harry continued to relax as he
heard Neville looking through Ron's kitchen. After a bit all was quiet
again and soon Neville was coming back into the bedroom.

"No coffee I am afraid, Harry, but I did find this...have a look," said
Neville handing Harry a copy of the Daily Prophet

"It's not about us is it?" asked Harry without looking at the paper

"No, it's about Draco Malfoy....it's a paper from a few days ago"

Curious Harry opened the paper and read the banner headline:

MANCHESTER WOMAN CLAIMS SEEING FORMER DEATH EATER

Harry proceeded to read the first bit of the story aloud to Neville:

Geraldine Shaw, a long time resident of Manchester, swore to Ministry
officials yesterday that she had seen the presumed dead, former Death
Eater, Draco Malfoy running through her suburban garden. While uncertain as
to why he would have been running through her property she said she
definitely recognized his face.

"I was in school with that git and I would know him anywhere...gave some of
the boys in my house, Ravenclaw, a real hard time one year!"

Harry stopped reading and looked at Neville.

"This woman is daft," said Harry putting down the paper, "how do they find
lunatics like this? They seek them out to print such rubbish to sell this
paper?"

"So you think she was mistaken?" asked Neville

"Of course she was...must have been a prowler that looked like Malfoy. I
saw him blown to bits...there is no way he would have survived and lived to
trample through this woman's garden. I remember her...she was a big gossip
in Ravenclaw...never seemed to get the gossip right, though"

"I believe you before I believe the Daily Prophet, Harry"

"Well that's good to know...enough of this nonsense," said Harry tossing
the paper and jumping out of the bed, "let's go have a shower and maybe I
can wake you up in there!"

Neville readily agreed and allowed Harry to take him by the hand and into
the shower.


~

After classes and dinner, Ollie's Boys, as they called themselves these
days, were all anxiously sitting around the changing room. Lonnie had told
Sam that there would be a practice of the soccer team tonight and that the
rest of the guys wanted him to at least come down and watch. They had no
intention of playing soccer...a big banner graced the far wall of the
changing room that read:

WELCOME HOME SAM!

Ian Isley came running in waving his arms and shouting, "Their
coming...they will be here in minutes!"

Oliver switched off all but one of the lights as the boys waited patiently
in the dimly lit room. They heard the door squeak open and then footsteps.

"Why is it all dark?" asked Sam

"I dunno," said Lonnie Livingston shrugging his shoulders, " I was certain
there was a practice tonight."

That was everyone's cue; the lights switched on and Sam was nearly blown
off his feet when a loud cry of "surprise!" echoed throughout the changing
room. A stunned Sam Chang allowed his eyes to adjust to the bright
light. As they did tears filled his eyes as he saw the banner and the
smiling faces of the friends he had missed so much.

Music and laughter filled the air as everyone celebrated the return of Sam
Chang, who had been temporarily paralyzed the year before. Now with the aid
of a cane he miraculously was able to walk again.

"So how does it feel to be back at school?" asked Stevie Millsack

"Feels great to be back with you all, but what sucks is having to get up at
the crack of dawn again. With the home tutor I could sleep until late in
the morning," replied Sam with a grin

The boys filled in Sam about everything that had happened at the end of
last year and how Coach Wood ended up being their advisor instead of
Professor's Potter and Longbottom. When the ministry had gone to question
Sam they didn't give him all the details. They had just asked if he had
witnessed any "unnatural sexual behavior" between the Professors and the
other teens that called themselves Potter's Protégés. Of course Sam denied
everything and just said they had a fun holiday on the beach and that he
was unaware that the other side of the island housed a nudist resort.

Satisfied with his testimony the Ministry left him alone and he was pretty
much in the dark until his classmates filled in the missing pieces.

"Where is Professor Potter?" asked Sam looking at Oliver

"Oh right, well I saw him earlier...said he had a horrible migraine
headache so he is having a lay down. He sends his best and said he will see
you soon, Sam," answered Oliver thinking quick on his feet

That seemed to satisfy all the teens and they carried on unaware that both
Harry and Neville had left the castle and were no longer their
teachers. None seemed too concerned about the absence of Neville and
Harry. They were too immersed in their own get together and the surprise
they were planning for Sam Chang and Lonnie Livingston.

Towards the end of the party Oliver took his leave from the boys so they
could spring their surprise on Sam and his boyfriend Lonnie. Patrick and
Alan led Sam and Lonnie out of the changing room and outside. They seemed
to be heading towards the lake and the "love shack" as the boys
affectionately named it.

"Why are we heading down here and away from the party?" asked Lonnie who
was also in the dark about this particular surprise

"Just because..." said Patrick winking and stopping at that

It was slow going since Sam couldn't move fast with the cane. Finally after
ten minutes they arrived outside the shack.

"OK I want you two to close your eyes...really tight so you can't see a
thing," ordered Alan

Sam and Lonnie looked at each other, then giggled and finally did what they
were told. As they stood there with their eyes shut they heard Patrick
mutter the charm that repelled others away from the lake and the shack.

"What are you playing at, you two?" asked Lonnie with his eyes still
closed, "fancy a four-way fuck?"

"Not tonight," said Patrick simply placing his hands on Lonnie's shoulders

Alan got behind Sam and did the same.

"Ok now walk forward...we will guide you two," instructed Patrick

They helped the two boys enter the shack and when they all were standing
inside Patrick and Alan moved back from them.

"Open your eyes, boys," said Alan grinning

Sam and Lonnie opened their eyes and couldn't believe what they were
seeing. The once desolate and musty shack had been transformed into a
well-appointed bedroom complete with a four-poster bed. Soft music was
playing and it seemed as if sweet incense had filled the room. The lighting
was dim, yet romantic. Two heart-shaped pillows graced the double bed and a
bucket of Butterbeer on ice was on the table next to the bed. It was almost
as if the shack had been turned into a romantic hotel room at some distant
destination.

"We thought that you two would like a bit of getting reacquainted time
alone," said Patrick with a grin, " and the Coach helped us create
this...mind you clean up any messes...we don't want to leave the shack in a
mess!"

"And mind the time...you have an hour and a half until curfew so you
lovebirds should get at it and we will take our leave, " said Alan opening
the shack door

"Thank you this is just so sweet you guys...thank everyone and thank..."

Patrick cut Sam off, "Like Alan said...time is of the essence...thank us
all later...go on now...go make up for your lost time and we will see you
in a bit."

Lonnie and Sam beamed at the other two teens; this was totally unexpected
but wonderful all the same. One by one Alan, then Patrick gave Sam and
Lonnie a parting hug until Sam and Lonnie found themselves alone.

"Wow, I can't believe they arranged all this!" said Sam now on the bed
cuddling Lonnie

"I know, they didn't clue me in either...this is great Sam because I do
love you and I missed you terribly" smiled Lonnie moving in to plant a kiss
on Sam's lips, "I was hoping we would have some time alone tonight."

When he came up for air he moved down to unbuckle Sam's belt. Once he got
Sam undressed he quickly stripped his clothes off and with his hardon
leading the way he rejoined Sam on the bed.

Lonnie laid his head on Sam's lap, noticing that his pubes had really begun
to fill in nicely. Since he had been gone his circle had changed to a bushy
triangle. Lonnie ran his fingers through the incredibly soft black pubic
hair.

"I've missed this...I have missed this a lot," said Sam as he felt his cock
hardening

"So have I Sam...I missed not doing it with you!"

Lonnie licked the head of Sam's cock and pulled back the foreskin. Opening
his mouth he took the penis of the boy he loved the most at school into his
mouth. There was no more talking for the next hour; only the sounds of
lovemaking would have been heard in the "love shack"

As they heard the talking stop and were confident that Sam and Lonnie had
indeed began their lovemaking, Alan and Patrick turned to start heading
back towards the castle.

"Nothing like young love, eh?" smiled Patrick looking at Alan

"Yep, mate, nothing quite like it at all," replied Alan putting his arm
around Patrick

As they left the shack they failed to notice the fact that a pair of deep
blues eyes were peering out amongst the trees of the forest that lined that
banks of the lake.

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THAT'S IT FOR PART SIX- IF YOU HAVE IDEAS FOR THE NEXT PART FEEL FREE TO
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CHEERS!
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"OLLIE'S BOYS" INCLUDE:

1st year:
Nicky Lang , Mark Mungo-Marsh

3rd year:
Michael O'Toole, Martin Mackey

4th year:
Lonnie Livingston, Marcus Long, Eric Lynn

5th year:
Ian and Issac Isley, Sam Chang, Stevie Millsack

6th year:
Alan Keyes, Patrick Donnelly, Rafael Ortega

7th year:
Thomas Greer, Andrew Kelley, Earl Craig
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