Date: Wed, 27 Oct 2021 22:23:36 +0000
From: Robert Smith <smithwritesfic@outlook.com>
Subject: The Awakening of Harry Potter Chapter 10

NOTE: As ever I sadly don't own the copyrights for any of the characters or
locations mentioned in this work of fiction. The story itself is now well
and truly planted in the timeline of The Order of the Phoenix with the film
series rather than the books being the main source of inspiration. If you'd
like to send feedback, thoughts or requests then I'm always happy to hear
them. Enjoy!

Chapter Ten: A Date With McLaggen

Harry's eyes scanned the Great Hall as he tucked into a second helping of
scrambled eggs but there was still no sign of Seamus. He hadn't caught
sight of Seamus all morning which was unusual. Even during the opening
weeks of term when the pair had been doing their best to avoid one another
there had still been awkward and unavoidable exchanges first thing in the
morning. They shared a dorm room after all. But this morning there had been
no sign of Seamus in their shared room nor in the Gryffindor common room
and now there was no sign of him in the Great Hall for breakfast.

Harry tried not to dwell on Seamus or the growing reality that the Irishman
was now going above and beyond to avoid him. For the first time since the
start of term Harry felt at peace about his return to Hogwarts. The dark
cloud that had been hanging over him for weeks had gone. He felt lighter
and happier and that was entirely thanks to Seamus. Last night had been
nothing short of magical for Harry. He'd experienced a sustained and almost
overwhelming pleasure hidden away in that abandoned classroom with Seamus.
He wasn't sure how Seamus had felt about the whole thing, although his
disappearing act this morning didn't bode well, but he wasn't going to
allow himself to dwell on that. He was going to ride this good mood for all
it was worth for as long as he could.

"Potter!"

That unmistakable almost lyrical tone only served to improve Harry's mood
further. Cormac McLaggen, surrounded as always by his gaggle of friends,
was slowly making his way toward the exit of the Great Hall when he'd
caught sight of Harry. That Cormac, a beautiful statuesque man, had caught
sight of Harry at all was enough to send his mood skyrocketing.

"Are we still on for Friday?"

"Absolutely!"

"Excellent. Until then Potter!"

Harry was painfully aware of the beaming smile on his face as he watched
Cormac bound out of the Great Hall. Even from behind, his broad muscled
back effortlessly filling out his school uniform, Cormac looked amazing.

"What's he talking about?"

If Harry had been delighted at this small interaction with Cormac then
disgusted might just about sum up Ron's reaction to it. He was sat opposite
Harry aggressively stabbing at a sausage with his fork, a sour look on his
face. Just moments ago he'd been laughing and joking.

"Oh, well..." Harry was suddenly aware of the awkwardness of this
situation. "...we're going to train together on Friday..."

There was, Harry decided, no point in lying to Ron or attempting to soften
the blow. It was better just to pull the bandaid off immediately. Ron might
not take the news well but he'd get over it. Eventually.

"What? You're gonna train with that tosser?"

Judging from the aggressive tone that had slipped into Ron's voice Harry
had perhaps underestimated how badly he was going to take this news. The
force of his sausage stabbing had also increased. Each stab was now
punctuated with a clink as the fork dug into the plate.

"You know he's after my place on the team..."

Harry wasn't sure if this was a question or accusation but it at least
explained the depth of Ron's obvious dislike for Cormac. He hadn't realised
that Cormac played keeper, Ron's position, when he'd offered to help him
make the quidditch team but apparently Ron was well aware of that fact.

"I didn't... when I agreed to train with him..." This was only a half lie.
"You don't have anything to worry about. You made keeper. You'll play,
you'll be great and no one will care what Cormac has to say."

"Yeah whatever!"

Harry's gentle encouragement of his friend had not placated him in the way
Harry had hoped. Or even at all. Ron grumpily pushed his plate to one side
and angrily got up from the table. He looked as if he was about to say
something else to Harry but either the words didn't come or he thought
better of it and so his exit from the Great Hall was more of a silent storm
out.

Inwardly Harry cursed at this particular turn of events. Of course he'd
known that Ron would discover his training session with Cormac eventually
but he hadn't anticipated his reaction to be quite so bad. But he wasn't
going to let this darken his mood or his day. As with the disappearance of
Seamus, Harry pushed it to the back of his mind. Ron would stew in his
anger for a little while and then he'd come round. Probably after some
prodding from Hermione or Ginny. Harry would just let the natural course
play out and continue to ride his good mood for as long as he could. With
any luck the crushing weight that had been pressing down on him wouldn't
return.

* * * * *

"Harry, what were you thinking!" An exasperated Hermione dropped down onto
the seat next to Harry who shot her a quizzical look. "I mean, Cormac
McLaggen. Honestly!"

"Oh..."

"He's so angry with you. It's ridiculous. It's just quidditch!"

"Hermione, you didn't say that did you?"

"No, of course not."

Harry breathed a quiet sigh of relief. At least Ron's foul mood wouldn't
have escalated further and he might even still be talking to Hermione which
put her ahead of Harry. Ron had refused to speak to him all day even
avoiding him in their shared classes. Hermione was right, it was
ridiculous. Regardless of what he might have told Cormac he had no
intention of getting him onto the quidditch team, especially not at the
expense of Ron and if Ron would just speak to him he could explain that.

Still he remained determined that this fallout with Ron would not dampen
his spirits. Remarkably he was still riding the wave of the high of his
time with Seamus. Not even a full day of school, a giant pile of homework
and an argument with Ron had managed to bring him down. It was true that
Seamus still seemed to be avoiding him, he'd finally caught a fleeting
glimpse of him at dinner but he hadn't returned to the common room. Harry
was determined not to let that bother him. Seamus couldn't avoid him
forever and if he needed a day or two to wrap his head around what had
happened between them that was fine.

It was true that he had already begun to plan and think of another
encounter with Seamus. Perhaps he could rent a room in Hogsmeade for them
next time. Or maybe they could make use of the room of requirement and
magic into existence a more comfortable setting for their time together. Of
course Seamus' continued absence was something of a sticking point in this
planning. Without knowing how his classmate had reacted to their encounter
after the fact it was hard to know how much he'd have to work to make
future encounters happen and Harry was determined there would be future
rides on the Irish stallion.

Thankfully Harry had a ready distraction from his plans for Seamus. Not the
increasing pile of homework he had to complete but his impending training
session with Cormac. Or as Cormac had jokingly referred to it, and Harry
had begun to think of it, their date. This time tomorrow he'd have spent
the afternoon and maybe even the evening with Cormac.

Not that Harry thought anything was going to happen with Cormac. After
their brief time together, and the time Harry had spent observing him
beneath the invisibility cloak, Harry was under no illusions about Cormac.
His interest in the witches of Hogwarts was clear to see and as far as
Harry could tell that interest was reciprocated. Even Hermione, who
struggled to hide her disdain for Cormac in her voice, seemed to get a
slightly dazed and far off look in her eyes when thinking about him. He had
an undeniable magnetism about him. Harry simply enjoyed being in his
presence. He adored the way Cormac's voice floated over him like music and
the easy confidence with which he bragged about his athletic ability. To
spend the afternoon listening to and watching Cormac was really all he
wanted.

"Seriously though you two are just impossible. If it's not one of you
sulking about something it's the other!"

Harry felt like he should apologise to Hermione. Not just for putting her
in the middle of another of his fights with Ron but for his distant and
moody behaviour since the start of term. He bit his tongue though. To
apologise for his mood would be to acknowledge his mood. And to acknowledge
it would invite discussion about what had caused it and Harry wasn't ready
for that conversation yet. He wasn't even sure he knew how to explain what
had been hanging over him lately. Eventually though he'd confide in
Hermione about the thoughts and feelings he was having but perhaps not the
exact experiences.

* * * * *

The day had seemed to drag on forever.

Harry had tried once again to make amends with Ron at the start of the day
with no success. Ron had accused him of being a traitor and siding with
"that idiot McLaggen". He refused to listen to Harry's explanation and
after a while Harry had just stopped trying to give it. Clearly Ron had
taken the news of his training session with McLaggen worse than anticipated
but Harry would not cancel it. Although he'd never be able to explain it to
Ron he felt a real desire to be around Cormac. Just the thought of this
training session date had been filling Harry's stomach with butterflies all
day and forcing time to move intolerably slowly.

The moment, however, was almost upon Harry. He'd spent the last hour
impatiently sat in the Gryffindor common room anxiously tapping his feet as
he willed time to go faster. He'd been aware that the insistent tap, tap,
tap of his feet on the floor had been driving those around him insane but
he couldn't stop it. Not for more than 30 seconds at a time anyway. He
wondered if this was how the witches of Hogwarts reacted to their dates
with Cormac. Did they spend the day of staring at the clock, willing time
to move faster? Did they become so nervous that even the thought of eating
seemed impossible to them?

Finally it was time and excitedly Harry leapt from his seat, much to the
joy of those unfortunate to have spent the last hour in his immediate
vicinity, and headed toward the exit of the common room.

"Harry..."

That strong Irish brogue sent his heart racing and stopped him in his
tracks just outside the common room. If there was anyone he was willing to
be even just a minute late for his time with Cormac it was Seamus. The
Irish stallion had spent the last day and half successfully avoiding
Harry. Not that this had done much to keep thoughts of Seamus far from
Harry's mind. How could he forget the pleasure he'd felt when Seamus had
been inside of him? Or the way he'd cum as Seamus confidently thrust deep
into him?

"...can we talk?"

This, however, wasn't the confident and in control Seamus Harry had
experienced two nights ago. This wasn't the man who had casually removed
his shirt fully aware of the way Harry desired him. Nor was it the man who
had practically made Harry beg for him. He was nervous and awkwardly
shuffling. It was undeniably cute but Harry much preferred the confident
strutting Irish stallion.

"Yeah. Of course."

The timing couldn't be worse. Harry had no desire to leave Cormac alone,
waiting for him on the quidditch field. What if he decided Harry wasn't
coming and left? Harry couldn't bear the thought that Cormac might hate him
or never speak to him again. But he also recognised that Seamus was more
important. It was Seamus, and not Cormac, that had lifted the dark mood
that had been pressing down on him. And it was Seamus, not Cormac, who had
delivered such incredible pleasure to him.

"Not here. Not now."

Seamus suspiciously glanced up and down the corridor as if he was expecting
to catch sight of some spy eavesdropping on their conversation. Although,
given how Harry had discovered Seamus' secret life as the Irish stallion
perhaps that wasn't a totally unreasonable fear.

"Are you going to Hogsmeade?"

"Yes... I mean, I can..."

"Alright. Let's meet there. At the Hog's Head. We can talk there."

Without waiting for a response Seamus turned and headed back into the
common room. Harry felt a slight thrill shoot through his body. He now had
a second date to look forward to. And this was a date that might just lead
somewhere. Maybe he'd get to take another ride on the Irish stallion this
weekend. With a spring in his step Harry hurried through the castle and
down to the quidditch arena.

* * * * *

"Potter!" Cormac McLaggen came striding out of the small brick building
that served as a changing area as Harry jogged toward the arena. "I was
beginning to think you were standing me up!"

Harry tried to stop his jaw from hanging open as he took the sight of
Cormac in. The safety pads he was wearing, standard keepers attire, only
seemed to highlight his size making his shoulders seem impossibly
large. Harry thought that maybe he'd be able to block and guard all three
hoops by simply hovering in front of them on his broom.

"No! Just lost track of time..."

"Well hurry up and drop your things and we can get started."

Cromac strode away from the changing block and out to the arena proper. Not
wanting to waste anymore time Harry scrambled into the changing block and
threw his bag down onto a bench. He didn't feel the need to lock his
belongings away but as he glanced around the otherwise empty room he
supposed Cormac must have. There was no sign of a bag or a change of
clothes. Harry realised that he was disappointed by this. Alone in the
changing room he could have taken a moment to allow the scent of Cormac's
clothes to wash over him. Pressed the material against his nose in the way
he had with Goyle's underwear. As he felt his cock beginning to twitch to
life Harry pushed the thought from his mind. He needed to maintain some
self control this afternoon.

"Is that what you're wearing?"

Cormac was casting a critical eye over Harry as he walked onto the training
field. Harry couldn't help but feel self conscious as he felt Cormac's eyes
on him. He became instantly aware of the difference in their size and
build. He felt scrawny and small.

"It's too loose Potter. Too much drag."

"Oh...right..."

Harry didn't really know how else to respond. Cormac was pulling and
tugging on the loose fitting sweatshirt and jogging bottoms he'd chosen to
wear. Harry tried to ignore the jolts of electricity that passed through
him as Cormac's fingers touched against his flesh and the way the smell of
Cormac's aftershave seemed to send his heart racing.

"You need to invest in something more aerodynamic. Like me."

Cormac indicated his own training gear and now they were up close it was
impossible to ignore just how form fitting it was. The shirt underneath his
shoulder pads almost seemed to be painted on. Harry could make out the
definition of the muscles of his chest and stomach. Not as ripped and ultra
defined as Seamus he thought but larger and more powerful. Cormac's
trousers were just as tight. Clinging to his large powerful thighs and...

Harry dragged his attention away from the bulge at Cormac's crotch. He
couldn't allow himself to linger on how large it seemed. Instead he
committed to maintaining eye contact with Cormac. Although this was
dangerous too. Those deep blue eyes were easy to get lost in.

"...what do you think?"

He realised that Cormac had been talking all this time. Rattling off his
proposed plan for the training session. Harry hadn't heard a single word of
it.

"Right. Yes. Great."

"Excellent. I'll head up, you just try and score if you can."

Cormac fired off a playful wink at Harry before swinging a leg over his
broom and kicking off into the sky. Harry, piecing together the plan, cast
his eye around for the familiar crate that would hold the various balls
used in quidditch. He found it just a few paces away and kicked it
open. The bright red Quaffle was stored in the middle of the crate next to
two strapped down Bludgers. Harry ignored the heavy and dangerous bludgers
and took a firm grip of the Quaffle. He wasn't completely unfamiliar with
the feel and weight of the ball in his hand, he'd helped Ron train at
various points last year, but it still felt alien to him. He much preferred
the delicate Golden Snitch he was required to capture as Seeker.

"Come on Potter!"

Somehow Cormac's voice lost none of its posh lyrical quality as it boomed
and echoed through the ground from above. Despite knowing that Ron's
description was right, he really was a bit of a tosser, Harry found that he
really did like being around Cormac. There was something easy and simple
about it. He effortlessly dominated every room and conversation. When he
was around Cormac Harry never felt like all eyes were on him or that his
fellow students were quietly whispering rumours and speculation about
him. Instead the attention was on Cormac. How could it not be? To ignore
Cormac would be to ignore a Greek God walking into the room. It just wasn't
possible. He even managed to look ridiculously attractive with a leather
keepers helmet strapped to his head.

Harry kicked off the ground and felt himself floating free of the soft
green earth. Even after all this time he still loved to fly. He allowed
himself to soar up above the stands and loop and circle around before
coming to stop in the centre of the ground.

"You ready?"

"Always!"

Harry was not surprised by the assured confidence of Cormac's
response. He'd expect nothing less from him. But now they were floating
above the ground surrounded by the empty stands of the Quidditch arena
Harry could feel his blood pumping and his competitive instincts beginning
to kick-in. Suddenly the tightness of Cormac's attire and the way it clung
to his muscular physique weren't so noticeable to Harry. Nor was the way
his broad powerful frame seemed to be capable of blocking all three hoops
simultaneously. Even that perfect beaming smile seemed to fade away. Harry
wanted to win. He wanted to score.

He dived forward. He could feel the wind pushing at his face and hair as he
picked up speed. He swooped left and then rolled right before pushing the
Quaffle free of his grip. His heart sank when Cormac seemed to catch the
ball with little to no effort. Harry's heart sank further and his cheeks
became flushed when Cormac threw the ball back in his direction and he
rather spectacularly failed to catch it. This marked the way this
particular session would go. Harry would swoop and dive acrobatically on
his broom and fire off shot after shot with the Quaffle and Cormac would
stop them all with apparent ease. He'd glide from one hoop to the other and
catch the ball in a single hand. One particular low light saw Harry fumble
yet another catch of his own and drop the Quaffle only for Cormac to dive
forward and retrieve it from beneath Harry.

There was, he realised, a part of Harry that had assumed Cormac's casual
boasting of his athletic ability and skills on the Quidditch pitch had been
exaggerations. Nothing more than examples of Cormac's arrogance getting the
better of him but as Harry tried and failed with increasing frustration to
score a single goal he had to admit that if anything Cormac appeared to
have undersold his skills. He was fast, agile and strong and cut quite the
imposing figure in front of the three hoops. An opposing team would
certainly feel their confidence drain as they approached the towering
figure of Cormac. Maybe he really would be a better fit for Gryffindor
Keeper than Ron who always seemed so uncomfortable and awkward perched on
his broom in front of those hoops. Just a hint of terror whenever the
Quaffle even came close to approaching him.

Harry immediately pushed this train of thought from his mind. He couldn't
do that to Ron.

"Think it might be time to call it a day Potter. The lights beginning to
fade."

Cormac wasn't wrong. The bright afternoon light was rapidly giving way to a
red glow of early evening. Harry wasn't sure how long he'd been firing off
shots at Cormac but he was aware that it was an embarrassingly long period
of time to have gone without scoring.

"Just one more..."

Harry was determined that he should score at least once. If he could score
then maybe Cormac wouldn't seem quite so perfect and he'd be able to
somehow convince himself that Ron was the right choice of keeper for the
team. He sped down the field. There would be swooping or diving this
time. Instead he was just speeding forward, his head down and braced
against the wind. He was hurtling toward Cormac, his giant frame getting
bigger and bigger as he got closer and closer. He fired off the Quaffle at
a tight angle to the right. He was sure the angle would be too tight for
Cormac to reach. That it would sail past him just out of his reach.

He was wrong!

The Quaffle, as it had all afternoon, landed securely in the palm of
Cormac's hand. And once again that beautiful bright smile was lighting up
his face as he silently boasted of stopping yet another shot. Harry was
silently cursing. How had he managed not to score a single point?

"That was fun Potter!"

The two of them had touched back down on the ground and Harry felt the
world readjusting around him as his feet once again recognised solid ground
beneath them. There was always a strange sort of dizziness that followed
any extended time off the ground on his broom. It reminded him of the
Christmas where he, Ron, Fred and George had snuck a bottle of wine of some
kind from the Weasley kitchen. The strange light headed and floaty feeling
that had followed a couple of glasses of that.

"Yeah..."

"Don't be sore that you didn't score Potter!" Cormac delivered what Harry
was sure was supposed to be a friendly pat on the back but that weighty
palm pressed down on him with enough force that he could have
collapsed. "What are your plans for this evening?"

"Oh I don't know..."

Cormac had dropped the Quaffle back into the crate and after kicking the
lid closed scooped it up with one arm. Harry remembered the times he'd been
charged with collecting this crate before Quidditch practice. The way he
struggled and fought with the weight and size of it as he'd lumbered down
to the field. And Cormac was carrying it with a single arm like it was
nothing. He couldn't help but remember how solid and powerful Cormac's body
had felt when he'd run into it just a few nights ago. The way it had
knocked him off his feet with its refusal to give even a little.

"No big plans? No lucky young witch to entertain?"

"I don't... no... there's... no..."

Harry suddenly felt strangely uncomfortable. He could feel heat rising in
his features and was thankful for the dulling light of the evening. It
would hopefully be hiding the obvious embarrassment on his face in a way
that his garbled response couldn't be camouflaged.

"You see Potter, this is what I'm talking about! You're just not keeping
the right company. You're Harry Potter. The Harry Potter. You really could
be quite popular with the witches. Not as popular as me maybe but popular
all the same!"

Cormac's booming laugh filled the evening air as the pair of them made
their way up toward the changing block. Dutifully Harry chuckled
along. There was a not inconsiderable part of him that wanted to tell
Cormac he had no interest in the witches of Hogwarts or anywhere else. Not
anymore. He was struck by a strong desire to declare his attraction to
Cormac. To describe how he was infatuated with his broad powerful muscular
body and to describe the way Cormac's clipped posh accent made his stomach
do strange flips and rolls. Or maybe he should tell him that he was
beautiful. That his eyes were impossibly blue and how utterly perfect his
smile was.

"I think we could be great friends Potter." Harry had never been more
thankful for Cormac continuing to talk. If the silence had stretched even a
few seconds longer he wasn't sure what he'd have said. "I can help get you
on the right track. Help you become the wizard you're supposed to be. I
don't mean any disrespect but you can't allow the Weasleys to keep dragging
you down. My father agrees. I was talking to him about you..."

Harry once again allowed Cormac's words to wash over him. They became
nothing more than sounds; it was almost like listening to music. Beautiful
melodic music with crisp clear tones. And as the sounds washed over him
Harry couldn't help but take in Cormac once again. While they'd been in the
air training Harry had allowed himself to forget the way Cormac filled out
his tight training gear. It was almost as if he'd forgotten it completely
and was seeing the power and strength of his muscular body for the first
time. The way his biceps curved and the way his large powerful chest would
rise and fall slightly with each breath.

"...he might let you come for Christmas!"

They'd reached the door of the changing block and as Cormac shouldered his
way into the room Harry suddenly realised what was about to happen. Somehow
on the walk up to the changing rooms it hadn't really occurred to Harry
where they were heading. He'd simply allowed himself to be swept along in
Cormac's wake. Admiring his muscles in his tight outfit and lost in the
melodic tone of his voice. But now they were in the changing room and
surely Cormac wouldn't be strutting back to the castle in his dark form
fitting training gear. He'd been peeling it off and exposing the flesh
beneath it.

Harry felt the blood rushing to his cock as he stepped into the room and
tried willing it to stop. He knew he'd have to strip off too and there
would be no way of explaining away his erection. Although it was also
possible Cormac wouldn't notice. While Harry wouldn't be able to resist
watching Cormac and taking in every inch of his toned powerful body there
was no reason Cormac would give his scrawny slender frame a single glance.

"Come on Potter, no need to be shy! Just us lads here!"

Cormac had already pulled his protective pads off by the time Harry entered
the open plan changing area proper. For the first time Harry was able to
appreciate the true size of those shoulders. The tight thin material of his
top clung to them and highlighted the powerful muscles Cormac had clearly
spent some time developing. He'd removed his leather keepers helmet as
well. His usually precisely styled blonde hair was fluffy and messier than
usual but even this couldn't detract from the startling perfection of his
features. Those stunning blue eyes and perfectly balanced smile were
complimented by a chiseled and strong jawline. Cormac truly was beautiful.

As Cormac grabbed the bottom of his skin tight training shirt and pulled it
over his head Harry abandoned all hope of not having a raging erection. The
blood instantly rushed to his cock and he felt it throbbing and
pulsating. Cormac's body, like the finely balanced features of his face,
was a work of art. The pale densely muscled skin seemed soft and almost
appeared to glisten under a thin coat of sweat. He'd been right to guess
that Cormac's body wasn't as ripped as Seamus' but he seemed to be at least
twice the size of the Irish stallion. His shoulders, chest and arms all
seemed to be nothing but obscenely bulging muscle and while his stomach
lacked the deep cut definition of Seamus his abdominals were clearly
defined. Harry decided that while Seamus was built for pure visual appeal
Cormac complimented his own visual appeal with power and strength.

Reluctantly Harry pulled his own loose fitting sweatshirt over his head. He
tried not to compare his own slender build to Cormac's towering physique
but couldn't help himself. His chest and stomach essentially formed a flat
line. There was none of the curve, size and definition that Cormac
possessed. Cormac's chest appeared to be two powerful slabs of muscle
whereas Harry's was just soft flat flesh. He also couldn't help but notice
the dusting of light hair that covered Cormac's chest. It added to his
overwhelming aura of manliness particularly when compared to the single
stray hairs Harry had around his nipples.

Harry tried his best to look away from Cormac. He turned his back on him
but it didn't help. He couldn't stop himself from glancing toward the other
boy as he heard him pulling his tight trousers off. Cormac's legs were just
as powerful and defined as the rest of him. His thighs seemed at least
twice the size of Harry's. But it wasn't his legs that caught Harry's
attention. Cormac was now stood in a pair of tight white briefs that made
clear his body was entirely in proportion. Harry hadn't allowed himself to
dwell on the sizable bulge in Cormac's tight training attire but now, in
just his underwear, it was impossible to ignore. It looked big and
delicious.

Forcing himself to look away Harry struggled out of his own trousers and
was thankful that he'd stuck with his usual loose fitting underwear. With
any luck they would help conceal his now painful erection.

"You coming Potter?"

Harry looked up and found himself unable to speak. Cormac had stripped out
of his underwear and was strutting toward the back of the room and the
shared shower cubicle with a towel casually hanging over his shoulder. His
back was to Harry but still the view was exquisite. His broad powerful
rippling back gave way to firm perfectly round checks. Cormac's bum
appeared to be as muscled and defined as the rest of him.

"You can't head back to the castle with the stench of loser on you!"

Cormac's booming laugh echoed in the empty changing room before he turned
his head back toward Harry and fired off another one of those playful
winks. And then he was gone from Harry's eyeline. Large confident strides
carrying him to the showers.

For a moment Harry couldn't move. He could feel his heart pounding in his
chest and it felt as if his stomach might have dropped out of his body. He
couldn't share a shower with Cormac. It wasn't just his erection, which
stubbornly continued to throb and pulse no matter how much he willed it to
go down, but the physical disparity between them. Obviously he'd
appreciated the sheer size and power of Cormac before now. Even hidden
beneath his school uniform or more casual attire it was impossible not to
notice his large muscled build but now that he'd seen him stripped naked
his awe of Cormac's physique had reached new levels. But more than that
he'd also become painfully aware of just how much smaller and thinner he
was. He couldn't shower with Cormac but he couldn't not do it either.

Mustering all of his strength Harry pulled his underwear down and tried his
best to ignore his erection. He grabbed a towel and hung it from his
shoulder over the front of his body. This did a serviceable job of
obscuring his thin bony frame but more importantly managed to obscure his
hard cock.

Nervously he made his way toward the showers. He could already hear the
water running and see small clouds of steam beginning to spread across the
room. He told himself that he was being ridiculous. While it was true that
he was unable to take his eyes off of Cormac and was greedily drinking in
every inch of him that he could there was no reason to think that Cormac
would pay him even the slightest bit of attention. Why would he? He'd have
no need to compare himself to Harry, his physical superiority over the
younger wizard was already clear.

"Potter! I thought you'd got lost!

Harry managed a half choked chuckle as response to this.

Cormac was watching him approach the showers. He was stood under the steady
stream of warm water from the shower with steam rising around him but it
did nothing to obscure the view. His muscled body gleamed and glistened
with the water only serving to further highlight the definition of his
chest and abs. Harry's mind briefly flashed back to watching Goyle
shower. Goyle had appeared so big and powerful, and undoubtedly he was, but
Cormac was on another level. He wasn't growing into his size and power and
shifting the last pounds of childhood puppy fat. It was like looking at a
perfectly chiseled and sculpted statue.

"I hope you know I was joking about the loser thing Potter. You shouldn't
feel bad about it really. Better players than you have tried to score
against me and failed. And you were playing out of position..."

Harry only vaguely registered the words. As he'd continued to step toward
the shower his eyes had fallen to Cormac McLaggan's cock. It seemed strange
to say but Cormac's cock, like every other part of him, was beautiful. A
long thick shaft hung over a pair of smooth balls. Neat trimmed hair was at
the base. Harry didn't really care how Cormac's cock compared to others
he'd seen, although it was undeniably large, he decided it was perfect.

Forcing himself to look away before he could be accused of staring, Harry
awkwardly entered the shower and claimed a space on the opposite end of the
shared cubicle from Cormac. Putting as much distance between the two of
them as he could before turning to the wall, and away from Cormac, and
removing his towel. He carefully hung it to the side and started up his own
shower. The warm water hitting his body was a relief. A welcome distraction
from the screaming demands of his cock. Somehow it had grown even harder
than before.

"...of course I'd be happy to give you some pointers as a Seeker. I played
the position for a while when I was younger. Smaller, like you!"

"That'd be great. You were amazing today."

Harry didn't know where the words were coming from and his voice seemed
alien and echoey in the shower. Suddenly Harry wanted this event he'd been
looking forward to all week, the event he'd endangered his friendship with
Ron for, to be over. He wanted out of this shower and out of this changing
room. Cormac had called him small. And of course that was right. He was
tiny compared to the giant God like figure that was Cormac McLaggan.

"I wasn't my best. No offence Potter but you aren't the toughest
competition!"

That booming laugh returned but Harry couldn't summon the strength to laugh
along. He told himself that he wanted this shower to end. That he wanted
for this whole day to be over but there was another part of him that knew
that wasn't true. Another part of him that wanted this shower to last
forever. That part was urging him to turn and look back at Cormac again. It
was practically screaming at him to once again drink in the glorious sight
of his naked body. To reach out and stroke that beautiful perfect cock. To
place it in his mouth.

"Honestly I think you need to add a little mass Potter. You're too
scrawny. A little more muscle and you'll be able to control that broom of
yours a little better. It won't be so obvious when you're trying to bank
and dive."

"You think?"

Harry was just trying to prompt Cormac to continue talking. He wanted that
melodic tone to continue washing over him and if Cormac was talking then
hopefully he wouldn't be paying too much attention to Harry. He wouldn't
notice the way Harry kept awkwardly turning his head to catch glances of
him. He wouldn't be able to spot the way Harry's mouth hung slightly agape
as he drank in every inch of Cormac's body. The perfection of his muscled
body and that long thick swinging cock.

"No doubt Potter. We need to get you in the gym. Get a little muscle on
you. Not just for your Quidditch game either. The witches will appreciate
it too, trust me!"

"Yeah?"

"Absolutely Potter! Between you and me..." Cormac lowered his voice
slightly as if he were confiding a secret to Harry in a crowded
room. "...there's more than a few witches that get dripping wet when I take
them to the gun show!"

"The gun show?"

"You don't know about the gun show Potter? I've got some free tickets right
here for you!"

Harry turned his head and almost collapsed to the floor of the shower. He
needed to use a hand pressed against the wall of the shower to steady
himself. Harry had turned to Cormac flexing, striking a double bicep pose
that was almost more than Harry could bear. His arms looked obscene, his
biceps bulging and straining. It was an almost orgasmic sight.

Cormac dropped his arms and chuckled almost to himself. This was not the
booming joyous laugh Harry had grown so accustomed to over the last few
days. There was something different about it. Almost an edge to it.

"Now obviously, Potter, we don't want anything too extreme for you. You
don't want to be as big as me, do you?"

Harry noticed the change in tone. The usually delightful melodic tone of
Cormac's voice had taken on a slightly rougher edge. It was almost as if
his voice had gone just a little deeper and firmer. It sent a strange bolt
of excitement through his body. He couldn't explain it but there had been a
shift in the atmosphere. A change of mood.

"Well, do you want to be as big as me Potter?"

Harry didn't know what to say. He felt knocked off balance and his head was
spinning. The change in Cormac's tone had been subtle and yet Harry had
registered it immediately. He could still hear it and it once again set a
bolt of excitement through him. His cock was throbbing and he could feel
the pre-cum leaking from it. He wanted to reach down and stroke himself. To
wrap his fingers around his cock, a cock that seemed so small and
insignificant when compared to Cormac's, and bring himself to orgasm but he
knew he couldn't.

"Do you think I don't see how you look at me Potter?" With Harry incapable
of mustering a response Cormac, in true Cormac fashion, took it upon
himself to fill the silence. "Like a tiny little panting puppy with its
tongue hanging out!"

Cormac's voice had become cold now. The lyrical almost joyous quality of
that posh tone was gone. It was harsh and mean now. Harry didn't need to
turn to see the sneering arrogant expression that would be filling Cormac's
face. He could easily conjure the image in his mind. Those beautiful blue
eyes cold and those perfect lips twisted into a nasty grin. But even now
Cormac would still be beautiful. His features still perfectly balanced.

"Of course I'm used to desperate little whores pining for me..."

Harry couldn't bring himself to turn and face Cormac. The arrogance was
dripping from his words and it managed to both scare and excite him. His
cock was begging to be stroked but Harry couldn't move. He wasn't even sure
he was still breathing.

"... but the great Harry Potter? That's something else."

The disdain and sarcasm seemed to echo through the room as Cormac referred
to him as great. Harry felt the lie of it hit him. In this moment he knew
that neither of them believed he was all that great. The moment should
sting him but it didn't. Instead he could feel himself almost vibrating
with electricity. He couldn't move. He could barely breathe. But there was
excitement. It buzzed through his body and made his cock ache and yearn for
release.

"It's pathetic really."

The bolts of electric pleasure were being replaced by an almost burning
ache as Cormac continued to talk. Harry wanted to turn his head to face
Cormac so badly. He wanted to see the arrogance and superiority on Cormac's
face. He wondered if the muscles of Cormac's body had tensed and tightened
as he was speaking.

"You know there are witches up in the castle right now fingering their
tight virgin cunts thinking about me." There was undeniable pride in
Cormac's voice as he said this. "Is that what you do, Potter? Do you
masterbatue thinking of me like some horny little school girl?"

Harry had to fight to suppress what he was sure would have been a
whimpering moan. He couldn't even begin to imagine how Cormac would react
to that sound but he knew he wasn't ready for it. He already wanted to run
from this situation without giving Cormac yet more ammunition to fire
off. And yet Harry knew this wasn't entirely true. Yes, there was a part of
him that wanted to run and hide but there was another bigger and louder
part that would not allow him to move. A part that wanted to stay and soak
up the painful burning arousal he was feeling now.

The truth was that Harry had masturbated to thoughts of Cormac. Even when
his mind had seemingly been full of thoughts of Seamus he'd found Cormac
creeping in. Thoughts of that muscular powerful frame and his stunning good
looks. He'd cum multiple times to thoughts of worshipping Cormac like a
God.

"Of course you have, you pathetic little faggot!"

The word just hung in the air. An ugly nasty thing spat out by Cormac and
aimed directly at Harry. Instinctively Harry knew that he should be
repulsed by it. In the same way he had naturally known to recoil from
mudblood he knew he should recoil from this. He should feel anger for
having it hurled at him but there was no anger. Instead he stomach leapt
and soared and he felt his cock throb and twitch.

"Look at me Potter..."

Harry wanted nothing more than to turn and look at Cormac. He wanted to
drink the sight of his naked body in. To commit the way his muscles rippled
to his memory and to take in every detail of the beautiful cock he'd
glimpsed just minutes ago. As much as Harry wanted to turn and face Cormac
he couldn't. He couldn't move at all. His hands were pressed against the
shower wall, he was sure this was all that was keeping him upright, and his
eyes were fixed to the floor.

"I said look at me Potter! Don't pretend like you don't want to, we both
know you've dreamt of this moment." Cormac wasn't wrong. Harry had dreamt
and fantasised of this moment, or one like it anyway. Of being able to take
in the full beauty and perfection of Cormac McLaggen. "Now be a good little
faggot and turn and face me."

It was as if Harry were under some kind of spell. He'd been willing himself
to move but found his body unresponsive but now that Cormac was demanding
it his body obeyed. Slowly, tentatively Harry was turning to face
Cormac. He wanted to cover himself. To use his hands to hide his cock. He
didn't want Cormac to see him.

Cormac's laugh was booming. It was not the joyous and infectious laugh
Harry had grown accustomed to though. As it bounced and echoed around the
shower cubicle it was mocking and mean and Harry knew it was aimed at
him. He'd wanted to drink Cormac's naked frame in but Harry couldn't focus
on it. His eyes wouldn't settle on Cormac but on the floor or the walls
anywhere but at the God of the man before him. Cormac though had no trouble
taking in the naked body of Harry Potter and it was this that had prompted
his cruel booming laugh.

"Look at that thing! It's tiny!"

Cormac's booming laugh was filling the cubicle again and Harry felt a
burning shame rising in him. This shame did nothing to dampen his arousal
though. His cock still throbbed and ached as pre-cum poured from the
head. The burn of the shame mixed with the vibrating electricity of his
arousal. It was a combination Harry could not describe.

"No wonder the witches aren't interested in you! What would you even do
with that tiny little thing?"

For a moment the only sound was the running water of the showers. Cormac
said nothing but Harry could feel those perfect blue eyes burning into his
skin. Looking him over and finding him lacking.

"I asked you a question, answer me faggot!"

"I... I...."

It was all Harry could stammer out. He had no idea what to say or what it
was Cormac wanted to hear.

"God you're pathetic! That tiny little thing..." Cormac gestured vaguely
toward Harry's cock at this and let the statement hang in the air. "...the
rest of you so small and scrawny too. And you're supposed to be the saviour
of the wizarding world!"

Cormac almost spat in disgust at the mere thought of Harry being the
saviour of the wizarding world.

"You can't compare to a real man like me. I mean just look at me..."

Harry knew that Cormac was right. He couldn't compare to the great Cormac
McLaggen. He'd had this thought repeatedly himself. Cormac was a tall
statuesque man. His body could have been carved from stone. He was
perfection. He was everything that Harry wasn't.

"I said look at me faggot!"

Once again Harry obeyed the order. He allowed his eyes to leave the floor
where they'd been firmly planted and finally take in the full glory of
Cormac McLaggen. And it was glorious. Cormac stood with his hands gently
resting on his hips, immediately drawing Harry's attention to the large
cock between his smooth muscular thighs. Again Harry identified beautiful
as the only word to describe Cormac's cock. It was so smooth. Harry wanted
to feel it between his lips. He wanted to know how Cormac tasted. He could
feel his mouth salivating at the thought.

The rest of Cormac was as impressive and perfect as his cock. His muscled
chest and stomach gleaming beneath the water of his shower. The definition
of his muscles highlighted by the water and lighting of the shower
cubicle. Harry didn't need to reach out and feel to know that every inch of
Cormac was solid defined muscle. It could be seen with the eye. Even now,
relaxed at his side, Cormac's arms seemed enormous to Harry. He wondered
how much strength and power Cormac possessed. Dudley had been able to
overpower him, pin him down and throw him around with such ease and Cormac
made his cousin look small.

"There's my pathetic little puppy panting away!"

Harry's heart skipped a beat at Cormac taking ownership of him. The desire
to be Cormac's puppy was suddenly overwhelming. To be his pet. His
plaything.

"Tell me Potter, what's your favourite part of my body?"

Harry felt a rush of answers come to him at once. Cormac's eyes, his lips,
his chest, his arms, his abs, his cock, his thighs. The potential answers
were limitless, how could he be expected to pick just one feature of this
perfect specimen?

"Is it my lips?" Harry's eyes fixed on Cormac's lips. "Do you like my lips
Potter? Do you think about what it would feel like to kiss them?"

Cormac slowly ran a single fingertip around his lips. They seemed to be the
only part of his body that was soft and yet like the rest of Cormac they
were full. Harry's eyes followed the fingertip as it traced the line of
Cormac's lips. When he was done and the finger fell away Cormac gave a
small quick air kiss. Harry watched the lips move and press out and
imagined them pressing against his own. This time there was no stopping the
whimpering moan from escaping.

"Or maybe you prefer my chest?"

Harry's eyes dropped to Cormac's chest. A big broad solid mass of
muscle. Cormac's fingers pressed against the solid flesh and his nails ran
down it. Harry felt his legs quiver and another whimpering moan escape. He
wished it was his own hand pressed against Cormac's chest. Feeling the
solid powerful muscle and dancing around Cormac's pert little nipples. How
would Cormac react to those nipples being played with and twisted? Would he
moan if Harry gently sucked on them?

"Or perhaps my arms?"

Once again Harry was given a trip to the gun show. Cormac's arms raised and
flexed. His biceps growing and bulging obscenely. Harry had never seen arms
like them before. He wanted to reach out and grab them. To try and wrap a
hand around one. To squeeze them. To feel the power of them. To trace the
lines of the veins protruding against his skin.

"What about my abs?"

The gun show was over and Cormac's hand was leading Harry's eyes to
Cormac's rippling muscular stomach. Seamus' abs had blown Harry away; they
were so deeply cut and defined. Cormac's were different. Seamus had been
wiry, almost skinny but Cormac was so much bigger. His abs were defined,
and as Cormac ran his hand over them he created a multi-toned sound that
was pleasing to Harry's ear, but he was bigger. There was more mass and
muscle. It would take so much longer to feel and taste every inch of
Cormac's body but Harry knew he'd be more than happy to put the time in.

"No, I think I know what your favourite part is..." Cormac's hand was once
again moving down. Sliding down his smooth slick skin and below his
waist. "Is it my big cock Potter?"

"Yes..."

Harry's voice was barely above a whisper but he knew that Cormac heard
him. The perfect arrogant grin indicated as much. Although Harry only took
it in for a second. His eyes were quickly back to consuming Cormac's
cock. Watching as he ran a single finger down the long smooth shaft and
then back up to the base again. Harry wished that it could be his tongue.

"Oh, you like this big cock?"

"Yes..."

"Sir! You have to learn to address your superiors correctly. I'd hate to
have to punish you Potter."

Harry was almost hypnotised watching Cormac's finger slowly glide up and
down the shaft of his cock. Harry didn't even dare blink, he didn't want to
miss a second. He could see Cormac's cock begin to react to the touch. It
was slowly beginning to expand. To grow thicker and longer.

"So my cock is your favourite part of my body Potter?"

"Yes sir!"

"And you haven't even seen it full size yet..." Cormac allowed the yet to
hang in the air and for Harry's mind to consume it and race into a future
where Cormac was standing before him fully hard. "You're not alone though
Potter. The witches that love my cock. The witches I've made cum with my
big cock. No one fills their needy cunts like daddy Cormac. Certainly not
you. I've got a real man's cock."

Harry was about ready to explode. It wasn't just the filthy words pouring
from Cormac's mouth either. Cormac had wrapped his hand around the shaft of
his cock, his real man's cock, and was stroking it into life. It was
growing thicker, longer and harder with every stroke of Cormac's hand.

"Fuck! I'm getting turned on Potter. I might need to cum, do you want to
see me cum Potter?"

"Yes! Yes sir!"

There was no hesitation on Harry's part this time. He wanted to see Cormac
continue to stroke his cock. He wanted to see that beautiful cock in all
its glory and more than that he wanted to see Cormac cum. He wanted to hear
him cum and see the expression of bliss on that beautiful face. He wanted
to see Cormac's muscles contract and tighten as he orgasmed. He wanted to
see Cormac cum.

"Beg for it then Potter. Convince me I shouldn't go give my cum to one of
these needy desperate witches in the castle who'll do anything for daddy
Cormac!"

"Please sir, please-"

"No!"

Cormac cut Harry off. His voice was stern and hard again and he'd stopped
stroking his cock. It was, Harry guessed, about half hard and already an
incredible sight. Until now Dudley's cock had been the biggest Harry had
seen but he was sure that fully hard Cormac's would be longer and maybe
even thicker.

"That's not how you beg, does the faggot need to be taught how to beg?"

Harry's heart raced as, without warning, Cormac was confidently striding
across the shower toward him. Fear and excitement rushing through him in
equal measure. He had no idea what was about to happen but he knew he
wanted it.

Cormac's hand reached out and grabbed at Harry's throat. Suddenly Harry was
aware just how strong and powerful Cormac really was. He'd felt Dudley's
hands close and tighten around his neck and restrict his airflow but never
like this. With one hand and seemingly minimal effort Cormac was making it
almost impossible for Harry to breathe.

"The faggot needs to learn to show proper respect!"

Cormac's second hand slapped across Harry's face spreading a painful
tingling sensation through Harry's cheek. And then there was a second and
third slap. A darkness was beginning to close in as Cormac's grip on his
throat tightened. Harry could feel himself growing weak. His legs were
crumbling and his vision was fading. He could feel himself falling into
darkness.

And then there was light and oxygen. Big gulping breaths but still a raw
stinging sensation on his neck and cheek.

"That's better Potter!"

Harry realised that when Cormac had released his grip he'd fallen to his
knees. He was on his knees looking up at Cormac. He seemed even larger
now. Stronger and more powerful. And, Harry quickly realised, his cock was
rock hard. Cormac's display of dominance had apparently pushed him to full
arousal. Harry was almost tempted to describe Cormac's cock as monstrous in
size but the word monstrous could never be applied to something or someone
so beautiful.

"Now beg..."

"Please sir..." Harry's voice was scratchy and croaky. A result of Cormac's
squeezing of his throat no doubt. "Please allow me to see you cum. It would
be an honour to watch you sir. An honour to see such a perfect powerful man
cum."

Harry's words seemed to be acceptable to Cormac. He closed his hand around
his cock once again and began to stroke. Long commanding strokes not the
slow teasing of before.

"The faggot thinks it will appreciate my cum more than one of the witches
at the castle?"

"Yes sir. Definitely sir." Again Harry felt no hesitation in this
response. He knew with certainty that he could appreciate everything about
Cormac more than anyone else. "They can't truly appreciate how big and
powerful you are sir. They can't understand your perfection and
superiority. Not like me sir."

"And why is that Potter?"

Harry hesitated for a moment. He knew the answer to this question, he'd
always known the answer but he'd never been able to say it before. He was
the boy who lived, the great saviour of the wizarding world. And yet it
felt so right to be on his knees looking up at the physical perfection of
Cormac McLaggen. He understood that this was his place even if he'd never
been able to say it before.

"Because..." He took a breath and steeled himself for what was coming
next. "...well... look at me sir!"

Cormac did not look at Harry. His eyes were closed as he continued to
stroke his large thick cock. Both hands were now wrapped around the
shaft. The movements of his hands were also matched with the slight bucking
of his hips. Harry wanted to rise up just slightly. To lean into Cormac's
cock. To place the head of his cock into his mouth. Or maybe suck and kiss
on his heavy balls. But he didn't. He knew that would not be allowed.

"No witch can understand how superior you are sir without experiencing
me. They can't know your true perfection without seeing me. My skinny
pathetic body and my tiny little cock. How can they know they're in the
presence of a God if they don't have inferior things like me to compare
to..."

"Oh yes Potter, I'm your God!"

Even without those words Harry could tell that Cormac responded to be
called a God. He seemed to get bigger somehow, his chest puffed and biceps
flexed. And his cock and balls seemed to twitch in response.

"Yes sir, you are perfection. Everything I wish I could be. A God deserving
of worship."

"That's right faggot! Those witches don't know I'm a God but you do. I make
their cunts drip and squirt and they beg for daddy Cormac. Beg daddy Cormac
to fuck them like no other man can. They try to find someone else to hit
those spots and make them scream but they can't. They always come back to
daddy Cormac. But I'm not daddy Cormac. I'm not a man."

"No sir you're not!"

Cormac was stroking his cock at furious speed now, his hips bucking
wildly. He looked incredible. An expression of pleasure etched onto his
perfect features and every muscle in his body flexing and straining. His
abs popping like never before, his chest lightly bouncing and those biceps
expanding and flexing.

"What am I faggot? Tell me what I am Potter!"

"You're a God!"

"Yes! I'm God. Your God. God Cormac you pathetic faggot!"

Cormac roared as his cock erupted.

"Take my God cum!"

Harry needed no encouragement. As soon as Cormac's wild orgasmic roar hit
his ears his mouth was open and ready to receive and Cormac dutifully
delivered. Shot after shot fired from his cock. Warm thick liquid landed on
Harry's forehead, in his hair, on his cheeks, his nose, his chin, his
chest, his stomach and some even found its way into his mouth. Harry tried
to savour the delicious taste in his mouth but there seemed to be no end to
Cormac's eruption. He continued to grunt, roar and growl as the final drops
of cum trickled from his cock.

For a moment there was silence.

Cormac taking in deep post orgasm breaths as he towered above
Harry. Neither one said anything. Harry, covered in cum, was still looking
up at Cormac. Drinking the sight of the man in. Watching as his impossibly
large cock began to soften. Finally Cormac looked down at Harry, it was
almost as if he was registering he was there for the first time. As if he
thought he'd been alone in the shower until now. Slowly Cormac dropped down
into a squat and Harry found himself staring into those perfect blue eyes.

Suddenly there was a hand at his throat again. Squeezing, but more gently
this time. Harry could still take in shallow breaths as Cormac continued to
examine him.

"You're a good little faggot Potter. A good little faggot."

With that Cormac released his grip on Harry and half heartedly shoved him
back into the wall of the shower. Harry's vision came back into focus in
time to make out Cormac's broad muscled back and perfectly round bum as he
strutted from the shower. He was, for now at least, done with Harry.

Harry allowed himself to shrink back into the wall and floor of the
shower. The still warm water cascading over him as he tried to process
what, exactly, had just happened.

* * * * *

Harry wasn't sure how long he'd stayed curled up in the shower after Cormac
had confidently strutted away. At some point the water had run cold and
forced Harry out of the communal shower block and into the open plan
changing room. Cormac was long gone by then and Harry had felt no rush to
depart himself. Darkness had descended on Hogwarts by the time he stepped
out of the changing block. It must have been hours. But then he wasn't sure
how much time he'd spent with Cormac either. Maybe that had been hours and
it had really just been minutes since Cormac left.

He knew that he should return to the Gryffindor common room. The lack of
other students lingering in corridors and the general darkness of the
castle told him that it was probably past curfew but he was in no rush to
return to the common room. He was still trying to process what had happened
with Cormac. For the hours, or maybe minutes, after Cormac's departure he'd
just felt numb. It was as if he'd been floating above his body the whole
time. Watching the steady stream of water from the shower wash the cum off
of him and observing rather than feeling that water turn cold. But now he
was back in his body and it felt alien to him.

For a moment he wondered if he was bruised or marked from Cormac. Those
large powerful hands around his neck must have left some kind of mark and
yet there was no tell tale burning sensation in his skin. The sides of his
face felt perfectly normal too but surely those slaps had left their mark
on his skin. His cheek must be covered in the large red print of Cormac's
hand and yet it felt entirely normal.

What concerned Harry as he slowly strolled through the grounds of the
castle was the realisation that he'd enjoyed what had happened with
Cormac. He felt numb in the immediate aftermath of it but now he remembered
how his cock had throbbed painfully as Cormac's hand squeezed around his
throat making it harder and harder to breathe. He remembered how badly he'd
wanted to touch himself as Cormac verbally degraded him. He'd been
undeniably turned on and desperate to cum. Even now as he thought about it
he could feel his cock growing hard. He'd happily return to that shower
with Cormac anytime. His single disappointment was that he still hadn't
cum.

Slowly Harry turned into the castle proper and decided that he'd always
known this part of him existed. He'd thrilled at the way Dudley had been
able to overpower him and the way he'd mocked Harry's so-called babydick
but Cormac had taken this to a whole new level. Harry wanted to run and
hide from it to pretend that he hadn't enjoyed every second but he
couldn't. He had enjoyed every second of it. More than that he recognised a
deep yearning in himself for more. To truly worship Cormac as the superior
being he was.

Despite his apparent lack of desire to return to the Gryffindor common room
Harry became aware that subconsciously he was slowly winding his way toward
it. Within a minute or two he'd be standing in front of the portrait behind
which the entrance to the common room was hidden. He made no attempt to
deviate from this path. Maybe he was hoping to find Cormac back in the
common room. Lounging on one of the sofas holding court amongst his
friends. Harry wondered if Cormac would share his conquest with anyone
else. Would he regale his buddies with the way he'd demonstrated his
superiority to the great Harry Potter like it was just another example of
his athletic prowess? As much as that thought sent a buzz of electric
excitement through him Harry doubted it. He felt sure Cormac would keep
this particular conquest to himself.

There was no sign of Cormac as Harry stumbled into the Gryffindor common
room. In fact there was no sign of anyone. The room appeared totally
deserted, the last embers of the fire dying out at the end of the night. It
must have been much later than Harry assumed for the common room to be
empty and his fellow students in bed.

"You're back!" Ron's voice from out of the darkness startled Harry and
caused him to jump. He hadn't seen his best friend perched on the edge of a
giant cushioned arm chair. "Where have you been?"

It struck Harry that Ron must have been waiting up for him. They'd been
arguing about Harry's `date' with Cormac for the better part of two days
and still Ron had waited up for him. More than that there was a palpable
sense of relief on Ron's face too. He'd been genuinely worried about Harry.

"Cormac came back hours ago..."

Harry didn't know what to say. He simply stood staring at Ron. He couldn't
help himself. He'd spent every day since their return to Hogwarts trying
not to think about Ron or look at Ron. Trying to ignore and forget the
memories of their nights at Grimmauld Place but right now in the dark
deserted common room Harry couldn't do it. All he could see was Ron in
those pajamas that were just a little too small for him. Checked flannel
trousers that clung just a little too much to his thighs and crotch and a
grey t-shirt that highlighted a slim lightly muscled upper body.

"Are you ok?"

Harry didn't answer the question, instead he marched across the room to the
armchair Ron occupied and dropped down to his knees in between his best
friend's legs.

"Harry!"

He ignored Ron's surprise as he tugged at the waistband of his pajama
bottoms. It was a struggle but he managed to pull them down just enough to
expose Ron's cock and balls.

"Harry what are you!?! We can't!"

Once again Harry ignored Ron's words. He remembered the way Ron had held
him back on the platform that first evening back at Hogwarts. He remembered
how strong and firm his grip had been. If he really wanted to stop Harry he
would have no trouble doing it. Ron would easily have been able to over
power him and push him away. But he didn't. He made no real attempt to stop
what was happening just like he'd made no attempt over the summer holiday.

"Oh God!"

Harry had wrapped his lips around the head of Ron's still soft cock. His
tongue lightly tickled and flicked at his foreskin before sucking the rest
of the shaft down. He could feel the blood rushing to Ron's cock. He could
feel it getting harder and thicker in his mouth.

He had almost forgotten how much he enjoyed the taste of Ron. The clean
freshness of it. Seamus' cock had been delicious, combining the freshness
of Ron with the sweatier muskier flavour of Dudley. Ron lacked that extra
somehow dirtier edge but right now Harry didn't mind. Right now he
appreciated the almost pure quality of Ron's cock as his lips moved up and
down the shaft.

Ron was leaning back in the armchair now. Any pretense of wanting Harry to
stop was quickly abandoned to the pleasure of the blowjob. To the joy of
feeling Harry's lips wrapped around his cock once again. Gasping pleasure
filled moans escaped his own lips as he allowed himself to get lost in the
joy of it. The pair of them both forgetting that they were in the
Gryffindor common room. Both of them transported back to their private
hidden away bedroom at the top Grimmauld place.

As he greedily sucked and slurped on Ron's cock Harry's hand worked its way
inside his own trousers and his fingers haphazardly wrapped around his own
cock. He wasn't sure if his erection had fully gone down at any point since
entering the changing room with Cormac but he knew the sweet relief of
finally being able to touch it now. Of finally being able to stroke it and
he moaned. His mouth was still full with Ron's cock which stifled and
suppressed the sound but seemed to do something to Ron.

"Oh fuck!"

The pleasure filled exclamation had come immediately after Harry's own
pleasure filled moan which had been intercepted by Ron's cock. For a second
Harry thought Ron was about to cum. That it would almost be a repeat of
their first encounter with Ron immediately overwhelmed and climaxing but
Harry's mouth didn't fill with Ron's load. So Harry moaned again.

"Fuck Harrry, fuck!"

Harry couldn't help himself now he moaned and hummed on Ron's cock. Each
sound seemed to send a spike of extra pleasure through Ron who couldn't
contain it. He would tense and spew out an excited expletive. It was, Harry
decided, a testament to how far Ron had come during their weeks of play
that he was holding back his orgasm. There had been a time not that long
ago where this extra sensation would have tipped Ron over the edge but
tonight it was producing just momentary cracks in his control.

Ron's cries however were enough to send Harry over the edge. He could feel
the orgasm coming and the cum building in the base of his cock. There would
be no holding it back. So he clamped his lips around Ron's cock as he
completed the last few strokes of his cock.

The sound of Harry's orgasm was lost to Ron's cock. His cries of pleasure
absorbed by Ron's cock but Harry could still feel the strength of it
pulsing through his body. Wave after wave of pleasure passed through
him. An intense orgasm that was quite unlike anything he'd felt
before. This wasn't the lasting sustained pleasure he'd experienced with
Seamus but a powerful overwhelming eruption that had been building for
hours.

"Oh my fucking God Harry! Fuck!"

While the sound of Harry's orgasm had been lost Ron's echoed through the
dark deserted common room. The waves of pleasure that had run through his
body as Harry had cum with his lips wrapped around Ron's cock had proven
too much. His cum shot from his cock directly down the back of Harry's
throat. And then there was more. Shot after shot filling Harry's mouth
until Harry's mouth was so full it began to leak out back down Ron's cock
and down Harry's chin. Harry couldn't help it, he had to withdraw from
Ron's cock as it continued to fire cum. Spurts of the thick white liquid
hit Harry's face and dropped onto Ron's t-shirt.

After what seemed like an age Ron's cum slowed to a dribble leaking down
his shaft before stopping entirely. Harry wondered when Ron had last
cum. The sheer volume tonight made him think it had been that last night of
the summer holidays. Had Ron not even gotten himself off in the weeks since
then? Was that possible? Usually Harry would be impressed by the size of
his own load that he could feel staining the inside of his trousers and
coating his hand. He had cum hard but compared to Ron it had been a tiny
drop.

Unsurprisingly Ron seemed exhausted. He lay back in the armchair, his eyes
closed, sucking in deep gulps of air. Harry suspected that Ron may have
needed this release even more than he had. Gently he tucked Ron's cock back
into his pajama bottoms.

"Come on, let's get you to bed!"

With all the strength he could manage Harry lifted Ron from the armchair.
It was almost like lifting a deadweight but as he swung his best friend's
arm over his shoulder Ron slowly started to come back to life just a
little. Just enough to make it possible for Harry to guide and lift Ron up
the spiralling staircase to their dorm room and into bed.