Harry Potter and the Whimsical Invocations
Harry Potter and the Whimsical Invocations Part Five
© Van T Z Boi 2019
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Harry gasped then as Ron's mouth opened, wider and wider until it matched the girth of his enormous helmet and then Ron swallowed the pulsing head, his tongue rasping against the sensitive precum coated skin as Neville rubbed his shaft whilst Seamus returned to his loving adoring of Harry's lumpy ballsac. Harry moaned and the pink cocoon glowed redder and redder the more heated his desire became. Harry's head spun from side to side as the sucking and rubbing and squeezing of his teenprick continued, the air within the spectral bubble fermented with the heady odour of a teenager in ardent and aroused hormonal heat.
"Ohhhhhhh ffffffuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkk," screamed Harry.
Inside the shimmering bubble Harry leaned backwards as his three friends serviced his long fat teen dick, the whole nine inches being kissed, licked and swallowed, the sensations flowed through his shaft as Neville, Seamus and Ron's tongues, mouths, lips provided the triple sensual assault. Harry felt his head whirl as the tingling tickling pleasures rose and mounted peak after peak of blissful delight.
"My turn at his helmet," Seamus elbowed Ron in the stomach, Ron gasped with the sudden sharp pain, his mouth falling open and Harry's plump bellend pulsed in the air.
"On no you don't, it's my turn," the normally docile Neville used his heavier arms to pull Seamus away from the quivering prize.
In seconds the three dorm mates were squabbling and rolling around inside the bubble that held them in its magical structure, Harry floating just out of danger as the flailing arms and legs twisted and wriggled as the three teenagers fought amongst themselves. Harry his long teendong still jerking and fully erect found himself annoyed and with a heavy feeling of dissatisfaction stealing over him and threatening his sexual desires.
`What do I do now?' his head throbbed nearly as bad as his throbbing nine incher. As the thought came into being, the mysterious tome floated into the air before his eyes. Harry stared at the open page as underneath him three naked teenagers wriggled and writhed, their hands around each other fighting for some sort of dominating order. Harry gazed at the words that shimmer up from the page and looking down irritated at his pals spoke them aloud.
"Adoramus Erectus Multituduinous Congressation," it was the same phrase he had spoken before.
The words once uttered were accompanied by a succession of multi-coloured bright hues that were reflected in the naked skins of all four teenagers. Harry felt himself moving, his body floating to the middle of the strange bubble, as he took up his central position he found himself facing Ron who smiled, found himself facing Seamus who grinned, found himself facing Neville who simpered. Harry shook his head and as he turned his head to the right saw himself standing right beside him, shocked he looked to the left to see himself standing there, the only difference was that Ron was standing before him whilst to the right Seamus stood and to the left Neville simpered.
`What's going on?' his whizzing wizard mind puzzled but the in unison the three teenagers fell to their knees and Harry felt the strange sensation as three separate hands stroked his shaft, he had hardly begun to assimilate the triple touch before three similar and yet dissimilar sensations of moistness ripped into his head. Focusing on the figure of Ron who knelt before him, his pink Weasley lips wrapped around his teenage cock Harry twitched and twitched again and then a third time as the other wet squelching suckings happened. Harry sighed and looked to his right, his Seamus sucked self grinned and winked an eye at him. Quivering Harry looked to the left, his Neville sucking self smirked and winked both eyes at him. The strange thing was he could feel his own eyes winking and his mouth smiling and smirking. Harry trembled and as Ron's tongue rasped across his slit, making him shiver with delight he leaned backwards, he swore he could feel the close touch of two heads touching his own and he could also feel the weird touch inside his head. Neville's clamping lips were tight, whilst Seamus's fingers rubbing his foreskin produced a wonderful tingle and Ron's swallowing action was sensational. `I'm actually feeling each cocksuck as it happens, this is so awesome,' Harry's ego swelled at the thought and then self-impressed he relaxed, accustoming himself to the triple hit as he sensed the other two Harry's relaxing also. `It's like I have three dicks but can feel how each of them experience what is happening with one mind,' Harry sighed and reached out to stroke Ron's head, his fingers encountered, Seamus's rough hairs and Neville's silky ones as well as Ron's soft hairs.
The three teenagers oblivious it seemed to the triple faceted Harry appeared satisfied with the teeendick they were presented with. Seamus's smaller slickering tongue, lashed lavishly over the plump bulb in his mouth, his slim hands fondled the long shaft, working the loose foreskin back and forth as his mouth sucked and swallowed away. Neville was more gentle, his plumper hands transferred their warmth to Harry's teendong, and he toyed with Harry's hairy ballsac, kneading the inner spheres with his palming action as his wet long tongue licked all over and around Harry's pulsing helmet. Ron just that bit clumsy, mouthed Harry's teenprick, his more muscular hands strong around Harry's shaft, his jerking of Harry's loose skin producing mild pain which Harry, after the initial sharp pain jolted him, discovered he quite liked the occasional sharp twinge. `How am I able to cope with being three different bodies but one single mind?' he gave the thought small attention as his head was being overwrought by the triple hit of pleasure and delight. The tinglings and tickles and heated flares of pleasure rose and fell, some combining, some diverse and Harry twitched and shuddered as the pleasures intensified. The three youths as one, each took their Harry teenprick out of their mouth and paid moist suckling attention to Harry's hairy ballsac, sucking each separate ball into their mouth before taking both spheres into their hot wet mouths and sucking heavily on the spongy tissues. Harry twitched and swayed at the intense assault on his scrotum, he sensed each definite individual attention from each of his mates and his hand reached out to grab the three heads in order to steady his swaying body. Ron moved to suck Harry's teenprick as Neville sucked Harry's right ball and Seamus sucked Harry's left ball. Harry gasped and panted as the three pronged attack sent diverse delightful sensations rocking and rippling up his body, his backbone twisting and turning as the sensational extreme tingling tickle rocked his spinal cord, his backbone arching backward as the thrilling enjoyments weaved and wove, spiralling up his back, his muscles stretching and tightening as the tremendous pleasure surged and seethed within him.
"Ohhhhh, Ahhhhhhh!, Ohwowohwowhowow!!!!" Harry cried and yelped as the hot warm sensations flared and blazed.
Suddenly all three mouths were attached to his teenhelmet, the three tongues swirling over his teencockhead, sliding over the sensitive slit, delving into the small gape, sucking and squelching as his copious precum was drizzled out of his shaft and onto the flickering tongues. Harry rocked and bucked on the balls of his feet, he could feel his toes tingle, the small new formed hairs that grew on his toes standing on end as the pleasure sought the very ends of his physical structure. Panting and growling Harry's spine relaxed allowing him to bend forward and fuck the three mouths, his hands he knew were planted on three separate sets of shoulders as he bent his knees to force his teenprick deeper and deeper inside the throats of his mates. Harry shook and trembled, quivering with the acute and exhilarating pleasure as his three ballsacs emptied, the feeling of three streams of teenspunk rippling and rocking along his inner tubing sent flashes of blistering lights flashing across his eyes such was the radical severity of his triple orgasm.
Ron caught the first gush, his mouth clamping tight around Harry's fat helmet, sucking swiftly the salty teengoo as it spurted into his mouth. Seamus was next; he swallowed heavily as the bullets of teengunk hit his upper palate and flooded his mouth. Neville, slower sucked squelchingly as the teenprick in his mouth exploded, drowning his palate with the spicy salty texture of teenjizz.
"Oh, OHHHHHHHH, Oooooooohhhhhhhhh!" Harry mewled as the almost punishing pleasures zealously spun his world, he could sense the three separate enchantments, each more than exquisite in their own separate way and his teenage head was blown sideways and all ways as the three explosions took place. Harry trembled on his feet, his hands clutching the three shoulders still, balancing precariously as his mental state was dissolved and reformed and thrilled three times over. Slowly as he quaked in the triple afterglow and slow subsidence of bliss, he twitched, his teenprick swelling and pulsing gently, a pleasuring eddy from the three mouths that still held his bloated teencock. Sighing and mewling Harry shuddered as his climax ebbed and slowed. Opening his eyes, he looked down at the three heads that looked up at him; a misty image of each head partly layered over each other looked back at him, one at time the sharp focus of each face floating and coming to the forefront, the only similarity was the fact of his elongated thick teenprick jutting from lips.
`Awesome!' thought Harry and then slowly the bubble which held the grouping of four teenagers dissipated and a smoky mist surrounded them before clearing and fading away.
Harry blinked his eyes, Ron was pulling on his nightshirt, Neville was tying up his pyjama cord, Seamus was looking at his pyjamas which were folded across his arm.
"Put it away Seamus," Neville grinned, "I have enough pencils for my homework already."
Seamus grimaced and blushing a bright red dropped his pyjama top on his bed and climbed unsteadily into his pyjama bottoms, tying up the lace he looked at each of his dormmates.
"Funny taste," he said, his mouth moving as his tongue swirled around the inside of his mouth.
"Hmm, me too, I don't recall eating anything spicy at dinner," Neville Longbottom pursed his lips, his tongue too could be seen rubbing against the inside of his cheeks.
Ron's head appeared at the top of his nightshirt, he had a puzzled look on his face and his tongue too could be seen rubbing at his left cheek. Smoothing down his nightshirt he nodded his head. "I'm sure I cleaned my teeth," his mouth quivered as he manipulated his jawbone.
"Yeah," nodded Seamus, "but I don't feel the need to clean my teeth again, I sorta like the funny taste."
"Me too," Neville and Ron spoke together and the three looked at Harry.
Harry was flustered, he was trying to recall what had happened in the last few minutes, he was sure that something had happened but the mists inside his head refused to clear.
"Harry, just wanted to say goodnight," the four spun around to see Oliver Wood in the entrance to their dorm. He entered and all four stared at the naked figure. "What's the matter?" Oliver asked seeing the odd looks on their faces, "has someone done something to me?" he looked down at his naked body, his slim teencock flopped over his ballsac as he spoke.
"But you're naked," Seamus pointed his finger which was aimed at Oliver's teencock.
"What," Oliver shook his head and shoulders, his teencock bobbing and twisting as he spoke. "Oh no not again!" he blushed heavily, the glow of pink embarrassment flooding over his face.
"What's all this noise, I just came to check you were all in bed, especially Harry," Percy's voice rang out from the doorway.
The five teenagers looked at the naked figure of Percy Weasley standing in the doorway, his thin teendick drooped over his balls, the red nest of pubic hair forming an auburn halo around his groin.
"Percy you're nude," Ron spoke first, after all it was his older brother, even so Ron could not help comparing the difference between their bodies, `I'm sure my dick is fatter than his?' he said to himself as his elder brother jumped excitedly into the dorm.
"Oh no not again!" Percy mimicked Oliver Wood's phrase. Percy looked down seeing his surprised nudity with an exasperated growl. "Wood you're naked too!" his tone was accusing as he glared at the Gryffindor Quidditch captain.
"Oh you noticed," Oliver glared back.
"Well we'd better do something about it then," Percy was reduced to stumbling muttering. "I just came down to check on Mr Potter, make sure he was safely tucked up in bed," his hands unconsciously moved to squeeze his teendick, to Ron's horror he saw his brother's tenprick expand and bloat.
"Perce, Perce, stop that, you're giving yourself a hardon," Ron spluttered in indignation, embarrassed at seeing his brother's teendick swell and bloat and pulse.
"Yes Percy, you should not be exhibiting yourself like that," Oliver yelped but his own hand was slowly striking his own slim teencock, it too swelled and bloated at the sensual stimulation.
"Oh wow," Seamus stared in amazement at seeing two older teenagers begin to sport engorging erections. `will my dick ever get big and hard like theirs?' he asked himself as he watched with envy as the older teenager's pricks expanded and pulsed.
Harry shivered; he glanced over to his bedside table, the book that lay innocuously on the top flickered, he saw sparkles of crimson red flow up and down the closed pages. For an instant, part of him was drawn to the somewhat inviting sparkling rhythm but then another part of him hissed inside his head and he strode over to the bedside table, picking up the book he stuffed it inside the top drawer, covering the volume with one of his new briefs. Slamming the drawer shut he turned around. The slamming of the drawer echoed around the room and Harry sensed a change in the atmosphere.
"Bludger's balls!" Oliver Wood's shout followed the echo, "I'm naked and bloody well erect in, in," reddening and shuddering Oliver reached over to pluck Seamus's pyjama top from Seamus's bed and hurriedly hid his exposed teenrod from view. "By Dumbledore's Beard how in the Hogwarts has this happened?" Oliver looked directly at Ron, "Is this another of your family's tricks, Weasley," Oliver gave Ron his best Quidditch attacking glare and Ron cowered under the overbearing onslaught.
"I don't, I didn't," Ron trembled as he faced Oliver Wood's wrath, "nothing to do with me," he whimpered, stepping back and grasping the curtains of his bed.
"What about those tricky treaty brothers of yours," Oliver whirled and looked at Percy.
Percy stood shaking nervously just inside the doorway, his hands were cupped across his erection which pushed repeatedly at his hands. He stared around the dormitory looking for something to cover himself with. Spying Ron's blue striped new boxer trunks, he shuffled forward taking tiny mincing steps so as to try and deal with his own embarrassment. Grabbing Ron's trunks he held them in front of his throbber, the material bulged and twitched, the trunks barely managing to contain Percy's teenlump but Percy felt his dignity somewhat restored and he stood taller as he faced Oliver.
"I am as confounded and confused as you are Oliver," Percy blurted out, "and I agree that perhaps this is something we ought take up with my trickster twin brothers."
"Perce, Perce," Ron wheezed the sight of his naked brother attempting to hide his teenage weapon behind the trunks was casing paroxysm as he almost collapsed onto his bed with laughter, "If you're going to face Fred and George you'd better find a better way of covering yourself up, just think of what they will do if they see you trying to hide your dick behind my trunks, think of what they will say." Ron suddenly stood up, "My Trunks, my trunks," angered he jumped forwards and grabbing his boxers, yanked them out of Percy's hands.
Percy squealed, he had stepped back at Ron had lunged forward and the shock of his younger brothers assault had unnerved him, he clapped his hands once more across his groin, the tip of his teendick pulsing just above the cupped fingers.
Seamus seeing Ron's success in regaining his property made a grab for his own pyjama top that Oliver had taken, a tussle developed with Neville stepping into assisting Seamus as he tugged at the loose arms of his pyjama tops. Oliver struggled but faced with two irate teenagers he found himself under pressure and gradually relinquished his grip on the flannel material as inch by inch Seamus and Neville regained control of Seamus's pyjama top.
"Bloody Mary's Head," grunted Oliver but the combined efforts of Seamus and Neville proved too much, he let go of Seamus's pyjama top, Neville and Seamus fell backwards at the release and Oliver resumed the same position, his hands cupped around his teencock which protruded from between his cupped fingers.
"Bugger," Seamus sat up and panted, wheezing as the fall had knocked the breath out of his lungs,
"Likewise mate," puffed Neville as his head appeared above Seamus's bed, "but you got your top back."
"Sure," Seamus held up the flannel top and then his nose twitched as he inhaled a strange odour and he held his top close to his nose, "Knickers it stinks of Oliver's sexed sweat, it'll have to be washed. Matron's not going to be happy," he nodded his head sadly.
"What!" Ron looked at Seamus and held up his recovered trunks, cautiously he brought the new trunks closer to his nose and then sneezed, "You're right, my new trunks stink too. Percy!" Ron lunged at his brother.
Harry just managed to grab Ron's arm, Ron spun around as Harry's grasp checked his lunge and he twisted on his bare feet and unbalanced fell onto his bed.
"Ron it's not worth it, they'll be fine when they're washed. Honestly all this fuss over a pair of boxers."
"B,b, b, but they're my boxers and their striped and coloured and not mum Weasley white," Ron moaned as he stared at the limp clump of material. "I wanted to wear them new and bright and coloured not shiny white," Ron grizzled. He looked up at his brother Percy who was still standing in the dorm, reddening even more with embarrassment. "You still here?" Ron said accusingly.
Percy backed away slightly, "Er, S, s, sorry Ron," he whimpered.
Neville stood up and glared at the two intruders, "So why haven't you left then?"
"Er, er, well I, well I, I, er, I need to say goodnight to Harry," Percy mumbled.
Neville, Seamus, Ron and Harry were taken aback and all stood frozen to the spot. Percy seeing his chance stepped forward and to everyone's amazement leaned over to kiss Harry directly on the lips, "Goodnight," he said and turned to scuttle away.
"Me too," Oliver warbled and jumped forward nearly knocking Percy over. Harry astonished at Percy's kiss now found himself being kissed by Oliver.
`What is going on, has Percy and Oliver gone mad,' Harry's head spun although part of his head found Oliver's kiss seemed somehow familiar.
The four dormmates watched the bobbling buttocks of the older teenagers as Percy and Oliver made their escape. A few catcalls and whistles were heard from along the dormitory corridor as Percy and Oliver's run to get back to their dorm was seen by other Gryffindor students.
"What's got into your brother Ron?" Neville looked hard at Ron who was still looking miserably at his new boxers.
"Don't know and don't care," Ron sniffed just about holding back the tears of disappointment and anger. "I just wanted to wear something nice and different for once," he shook his head and stared at his crumpled trunks, "and not handed down and eternally washed by mum." Ron shuddered.
"It's okay Ron you can have one of the other new ones I bought," Harry tried to console his friend. "There's plenty of choice, I haven't used most of them yet," Harry moved to put his hand on Ron's shoulder.
"Thanks mate but I really, really loved these," Ron hiccupped as he spoke. "White stripes with the dark blue contrast," he looked up at Harry, "'an they made my dick look bigger too," his face crumpled and Harry patted Ron's shoulder again.
The lights flashed, "There's the `Lights Out' warning," Neville said, "we ought to be in bed now," he looked at Harry and then he walked over and leaning forward much like Percy had done he kissed Harry on the lips.
Harry was transfixed, `first Percy, then Oliver now Neville,' but hardly had the time to think before Seamus came up and kissed him too.
"Night Harry," Shamus grinned, "I'll have to put on a T-shirt tonight in place of my top," he said as he turned towards his bed.
"Thanks for the offer mate, perhaps I'll have a look at the other knickers tomorrow," Ron was standing before him and Harry felt Ron's lips on his, nonplussed he accepted Ron's gentle kiss but was still dumfounded. Harry also became aware of the sensation of Ron's erect teendick pushing at him through Ron's faded nightshirt.
His head spinning with what had happened, Harry climbed into his bed. "Night then Harry," Harry looked up, his three dorm mates stood by their beds and were looking at him, not only that all three were now naked, Harry noticed the piles of dumped nightwear by their feet. Harry could clearly see the slim pink pencil of Ron's teendick and Shamus's pale ivory worm and Neville's slightly chubbier wedge of teencock. Amazed he watched as his mates climbed naked into bed. As the lights went out across the dormitories Harry lying confused and confounded by all that had happened found his attention drawn to a slight knocking sound. His ear pricked as he sought the source of the sound, he was drawn to his bedside table, the drawer was moving slightly, puzzled he opened it.
`What the...! How did that happened?' he asked himself seeing that the strange book he had hidden under one of his new undies was lying on the top of the briefs he had used to hide it, the book's title glowed a crimson hue and Harry felt a warmth rise up inside him. The need to take of his pyjamas became insistent in his head, entranced he did that, his night things falling to the floor to lie in a pile just like his other friends had done. Once he was naked, he relaxed in his bed, his hand curled around his teenprick, the reassurance he felt at the cuddling touch seemed to allow his brain to rest and sleep slowly stole over him.
Percy Weasley stood naked before the long mirror, he admired his taut frame, the dark pink of his aureoles surrounding his peaked nipples sent a little shiver of pleasure run along his spine. Gently he caressed his teendick, the slim shaft filled with lustblood and he sighed closing his eyes as he enjoyed the sensation of sensual provocation.
"We need to practice Percy," Oliver Wood stood beside Percy, he too was naked and erect, their sides touched and each felt the stimulating warmth of each other's bodies. "We need to become better cocksuckers," Oliver sighed.
"Yes you're right," murmured Percy.
Opening his eyes he beamed at Oliver and gasping Oliver's teencock led him towards his bed. Both climbed onto the bedclothes, Percy with a wave of his free hand made the curtains sweep into place around the bed. Inside the curtains, the bed appeared to expand, becoming wide enough to accommodate the two students. As if by mutual consent, Percy laid his head at the top end of the bed whilst Oliver turned around so his head was at the foot of the bed. A slight wriggle from both of them and then each faced the other's engorged teenrod. Both sighed as they kissed the pulsing cockheads and then they began to suck each other. The sounds of their sixty-nine suck session were magically dampened by the heavy curtains so that anyone entering their dormitory would not hear anything.
"Must improve my technique," Percy whispered as he stroked Oliver's ivory shaft, teasing the foreskin up and over the bloated helmet.
`Need to get better at sucking cock,' Oliver told himself as he sucked the small bulb of Percy's teenrod, tasting the sugary spicy flavour of Percy's precum. He never asked himself why, to his way of thinking it seemed proper and correct to suck another boy's dick. Oliver bobbed his head, enjoying hearing Percy sigh and moan and writhe as he sucked him.
Percy sucked hard at the spongy bulb of Oliver's teendick, he tasted the spicy flavour of Oliver's precum, `Oliver does taste so hot,' he swallowed a heavy gloop of Oliver's juice as it was pulsed out of his slit. Percy roughed his tongue over the throbbing bulb, storing away how Oliver reacted to what he was doing. `I'll have to do this more often so I can get better,' Percy instructed himself as he sucked and slathered away.
Oliver clamped his lips tight around Percy's teencock, sucking far along the five inches of teenmeat as he bucked his hips, driving his own teendick deeper inside Percy's squelching mouth. The hot surges of tingling itches rampaged along his spine and along his neck before twisting inside his head. `Ohhhh, ohhhhhh, feels so good,' he thought as he felt the compression of Percy's mouth and pressing tongue caress his teenlance. `Oh dear should I be feeling so happy about this?' Oliver's natural tendency to think in straight lines about his intentions and what he considered he was entitled too were being eroded by the flaming desires that rocked and shocked him. `Have I the right to feel such pleasure?' his thought was interrupted as a molten tingling surge washed over and through him, he could feel his balls swell and the blazing elation that whirled his brain actually made him think, `this is better than winning at Quidditch!' the, to him, disturbing thought was melted into tingling bliss as another hot flush of pleasure rose to play seductively with his senses.
Percy quivered as he underwent a similar blast of extreme pleasure, `Ohhhhhh this is awesome, so much better than studying, even better than levitating and apparrating!' his slightly more venial character was more able to accept and relish the blissful pleasures that surged and foamed within him but even so he was memorising everything, `I must make my Harry feel such tremendous pleasure when I suck him next,' he found himself not all disturbed by this strange thought.
The two senior teenagers sucked and swallowed and licked and rasped away, hands caressing shafts, hands squeezing and caressing heavy and swollen ballsacs. Oliver managed to suck Percy's slimmer teenrod right down to the curly nest of scratchy red hairs that he discovered tickled his nostrils as he buried his head in Percy's groin. He also inhaled the heady musk of Percy Weasley in heat and his odour was as hot and red as his Wesley red hair. Ignoring the tickling of the crinkly hairs Oliver inhaled even more of the crimson flavoured scent, the red mist of desire inside him being even more inflamed. Gone now were the thoughts of what he was or not entitled to feel, desire to pleasure was paramount and he sucked furiously at Percy's teendick and squeezed hard the boiling balls that throbbed heavily between his fingers. Percy in his turn inhaled Oliver's more woody yet also stimulating horned up perfume, `his smell is so full of sensual and delicious elements,' Percy thought as his tongue lashed the plump bulb in his mouth, his fingers fluted up and down the longer shaft of Oliver's teendong and his other hand cuddled the spongy sac that twitched and trembled as the interior spheres made themselves ready for ejaculation.
Oliver groaned loudly as his teendick bloated and swelled and exploded, even as his spunky dew blasted into Percy's squelching mouth he tasted and swallowed the first burst of Percy's teen spunk. Both teenagers continued to suckle and swallow as each climaxed, all to mutual benefit and ecstatic delight. Percy swallowed heavily as Oliver's teencock continued to deliver another flow of salty spicy spunk whilst Oliver suckled, teasing out the last residues of Percy's lesser volume of teengunk. The closed curtains around the bed held their passion completely and each was assured that when the next opportunity arose they would be able to pleasure Harrys as never before.
"We'll have to continue to practice," Oliver said as he licked the last dribbles of Percy's cum.
Percy still dealing with the spurting and dribbling of Oliver's much longer stream of cum could only nod. In his sleep Harry, far away in his own dormitory twitched and quivered as he sensed something pleasurable was being directed at him, sleepily his hand squeezed his teendick which pulsed comfortingly against his pressing fingers. Harry slept on.
Draco Malfoy sat up in bed, he had experienced a horrible nightmare where his father, Lucius Malfoy had stood glaring at him, his face scowling and decrying the fact that his fabled family's white blond hair had been desecrated by Draco's reddening embarrassment. He had stood before his long haired father, his own blond locks gleaming every shade and hue of crimson as his father berated him for his `redness'.
"How could you insult our family by resorting to measly Weasly like magic," his father had thundered at him, his flashing wand turning into whiplike strokes that left long red blood like stripes across his body. Draco had howled and wept, but even his tears were coloured pink as they leaked from his tear ducts, the pink drools colouring his cheeks with a flaming pink coating as the tears spread over his face. Draco had crumpled towards the ground which appeared to turn to mud as he slipped down, down, down into the soggy red earth. Struggling he woke up; he discovered he was entwined in his bedclothes that were snakily wrapped about him. Shaking and shivering with fright he slid and wriggled out of the clinging cloths. He looked across the dormitory to where Goyle and Crabbe slept; each had their back turned to him, their eyes clamped tight as they pretended sleep in an attempt to ignore the squealing and crying that came from Draco's bed.
"Sod you," Draco hissed half under his breath and he tiptoed out of the dorm, he paused at the entrance to the corridor, snores and mumbles emanated from the other rooms, feeling very alone and insignificant Draco padded quietly down the corridor. Draco turned into one of the washrooms; he locked the cubicle door behind him and sat down on the cold pan. A quick glance at his legs showed his shiny silk pyjamas glowing with an intense red sheen. Muttering a covering spell he placed his head in his hands and howled dismally as his red depression overwhelmed him.
Harry Potter sat up straight in his bed; he had awakened as he felt a tremendous insistent and demanding pulsing sensation between his legs, pulling the bedclothes aside he looked in askance at his teendick. The five inches of normal Harry Potter teenmeat pulsed and throbbed and jerked in the air. Harry felt a sudden itch, a desire run through him, a desire he knew could not be sated by simple masturbation. Gingerly he swung his legs and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Conscious that he could hurt his thrusting teendick he carefully eased the blankets away and oblivious of his nakedness, sat poised on the edge of his bed. He stared at the stranger to him, sight of his teendick juddering and jerking in the darklight of the dorm.
"It's okay Harry, I'll help you with that," he heard the soft whisper and his teencock swelled and throbbed in evident anticipation. He heard the patter of bare feet approach.
End of Part Five
To Be Continued...???????????????????
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