Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2022 22:29:06 +0000
From: Robert Smith <smithwritesfic@outlook.com>
Subject: The Awakening of Harry Potter: Chapter 11

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 Eleven: Another Ride on the Stallion

Harry wasn't sure if he'd slept.

He supposed at some point he must have drifted off but as he lay in his
four poster bed he didn't feel rested. His eyelids still felt heavy like he
could drift off at any moment although he knew he wouldn't. His mind was
still too loud and filled with uncomfortable dark thoughts. The dark heavy
cloud that had consumed so many of the early weeks of term was beginning to
descend again. Although that wasn't quite correct. This was an entirely
different dark cloud.

It seemed crazy now to think how much he'd been looking forward to his
training session with Cormac McLaggen. How the thought of it had brought a
smile to his face and left him almost floating on air. Privately he'd even
allowed himself to think of it as a date. But now, laying in bed the
morning after, the thought of his time with Cormac tied his stomach in
knots and stopped him from sleeping.

Harry wanted to believe that it was Cormac's behaviour that had so
unsettled him. He had spent most of the night trying to convince himself
that it was the words Cormac had used and the flashes of violence and anger
that had put such a weight on him but Harry knew this wasn't true. He knew
that he had enjoyed it. Even now as he turned the events over in his mind
he could feel himself becoming excited and growing hard. The truth was that
he had enjoyed every second with Cormac. He had enjoyed feeling Cormac's
hand tighten around his neck and slap across his face just as he had loved
the hurtful and nasty way Cormac had spoken to him. It was this that truly
worried Harry.

For what felt like the hundredth time Harry tried to push all thoughts of
Cormac and their training session from his mind.

At first Harry had tried to shift his focus to Ron. After a week of Ron not
speaking to him the night had ended with them making up. At least that was
how Harry was choosing to think of it. He supposed that Ron might not
consider Harry's oral worship in the common room as the two of them making
up. Perhaps he'd wake up this morning and still not be talking to Harry but
he doubted it. Ron had been waiting up for him after all, why do that
unless he was ready to put the last week behind them?

Sadly for Harry these more positive thoughts had not been enough to drive
the darker and more uncomfortable thoughts of Cormac from his mind. So, as
he lay in bed waiting for the other fifth year boys to wake, Harry turned
his attention to the day ahead. Today was the day of the latest visit to
Hogsmeade.

At first Harry had not planned to make the trip to Hogsmeade. Hermionie had
seemed positively shocked when he had declared at the start of the week
that he wouldn't be making the trip as he had too much homework to catch-up
on. Surprised though she was, she hadn't been able to hide how impressed
she was with Harry's decision. To his credit Harry had been planning to
spend the weekend catching up on homework, somehow he was already
impossibly behind, but those plans had changed yesterday. Now, he would be
making the trip to Hogsmeade to meet up with Seamus.

Harry felt a little apprehension about this meeting with Seamus. Yesterday
had been the first time the two of them had spoken since their late night
rendezvous in a deserted classroom. Harry really didn't know what to expect
from this secret meeting with Seamus, they'd arranged to meet away from the
other Hogwarts students at the Hog's Head. Harry had known how he wanted
this meeting to go when he'd agreed to it but now he was having second
thoughts. For a brief moment he pictured the anger and aggression he'd
witnessed in Cormac McLaggen transposed onto Seamus. As quickly as the
image had entered his head Harry forced it away. Seamus had seemed nervous
and unsure of himself yesterday but not angry.

A loud and unmistakable buzzing filled the room and helped drive thoughts
of a potentially angry Seamus from Harry's mind.

"Neville!" Dean Thomas sleepily grumbled as he threw a pillow vaguely in
the direction of Neville's bed.

The buzzing that was filling the dorm room was undeniably coming from
Neville's corner of the room. Clearly he had forgotten to switch off his
alarm again and now its dull irritating buzz was echoing through the room
and waking up the other fifth year boys.

"Sorry..." Harry heard the unmistakable fumbling and clunking of Neville
struggling to shut the sound off. The alarm had been a gift from Neville's
grandmother and he still hadn't quite mastered how to turn it off. Or set
it. Apparently it had multiple magical features designed to help Neville
remember all kinds of things. Mostly though it just went off and left
Neville wondering what, exactly, he'd forgotten. "...sorry!"

Finally silence returned to the room. It would make no difference though,
Harry knew from bitter experience that there was no way of sleeping through
Neville's alarm. The other fifth year boys would be awake now and although
it was still early it was too late to go back to sleep. Quietly Harry
reached out and grabbed his glasses from the table beside his bed. He had
decided mornings in the Gryffindor dorm room were much more fun when he was
able to see more than blurry shapes and colours.

For the first four years of his time at Hogwarts Harry had given no real
thought to the sleeping arrangements. He hadn't concerned himself with the
fact that he was sharing a room, and bathroom, with four other boys. If
anything he had enjoyed the camaraderie and bonding of it. The five of them
had grown entirely comfortable with one another as they changed for the day
or dried themselves off after a shower. This year, for Harry at least, that
had changed. He had been unable to stop himself from looking at and
watching his friends. From appraising them.

This morning it was Neville that stumbled out of his bed first. He had a
sheepish and guilty expression on his face. This, Harry thought, was the
face that had undergone the most changes since their first year in
Hogwarts. Harry could still remember the short, round and awkward boy he'd
met on his first day. Over the summer though Neville had grown taller and
thinned out. He was still awkward and clumsy but in all-new ways. It was as
if he didn't quite understand how to make use of his newly elongated limbs
and slimmer frame. His face once round was slimmed down too. Cheekbones
were emerging and Harry supposed he might even be considered handsome.

Dean Thomas emerged from the covers of his four poster next. Like Neville,
Dean had grown multiple inches over the summer and now towered over the
other fifth year boys. Unlike Neville, Dean had taken to his new height
with grace and ease. While Neville might possibly be considered handsome
there was no denying Dean's good looks. His bright smile dominated his dark
handsome features. Harry had to admit that Dean had become an increasing
point of focus for him in recent weeks. Dean's dark skin seemed to
highlight his growing muscularity more than the other boys but it was the
way his groin area would bulge that had most caught Harry's attention. This
morning, in a light pair of shorts, it seemed particularly prominent. Harry
wondered if Dean had been having a particularly pleasant dream before being
rudely awoken. That might explain the especially aggrieved look he was
shooting toward Neville.

Ron awkwardly clambered out of bed next. He was saying something or other
to Neville but Harry barely registered it. He was again taking in Ron in
his hand me down just slightly too small and too tight pyjamas. He was
enjoying the way they clung to Ron and how he could make out the faint line
of Ron's cock in them. He licked his lips as he remembered swallowing that
cock the night before and the way that it had erupted. Harry was sure he
could still taste Ron in his mouth.

The final boy, apart from Harry himself, to emerge from bed was
Seamus. Harry found his attention fully drawn to his Irish classmate. He
was, as was the case most mornings now, shirtless in just a pair of loose
fitting pyjama trousers. His muscled and deliciously toned upper body was
on display for anyone that cared to look. Harry was sure he was the only
one breathing in every detail of that body though. He could still remember
the way it felt. The ungiving solidness of it and the way Seamus' stomach
rippled with each defined abdominal.

Not for the first time Harry wondered if Seamus' body had always looked
this way. Had he been sharing a dorm room all these years with Seamus and
just not noticed that his body seemed to be chiselled from stone? Surely
Seamus' tightly muscled frame couldn't be the result of a summer growth
spurt of the kind that explained Neville's transformation?

Harry became aware that the other boys were laughing and joking now. He
could hear waves of their friendly banter breaking through his thoughts and
appraisals of their bodys and looks. He supposed that he should get out of
bed and join them but he felt heavy and weighed down. His lack of sleep
hitting him like a train. Still, he needed to summon the energy to get out
of bed and face the day. The meeting with Seamus was too important to miss.

* * * * *

Harry had almost forgotten how liberating it felt to be beneath the
invisibility cloak. Worried, as he was, that he'd begun to use the cloak
too much at the start of the term he had buried it in the bottom of his
trunk and tried his best to forget about it. But now, back under the cloak,
his heart soared at the freedom of it all. He could move around the castle
free from the stares and glares of the other students and his eyes could
wander and linger wherever they pleased, free from the fear of being caught
staring.

Strictly speaking Harry supposed he didn't really need the invisibility
cloak to sneak into Hogsmeade. He was familiar enough with the secret
tunnel that connected Hogwarts to the nearby magical village and Hogsmeade
itself would be so busy that no one would give him a second look when he
was there. And yet he hadn't been able to resist the chance to break out
the invisibility cloak once again. He had reasoned that this was safer. It
was true that the majority of the students making the trip to Hogsmeade
wouldn't give him a second look, but what if he stumbled upon Hermione and
Ron? How would he explain that he was in Hogsmeade rather than the stuffy
Hogwarts library catching up on school work? More to the point, how would
he get away from them to meet up with Seamus at the Hog's Head?

Whatever justification he had used Harry felt a sense of relief as he had
pulled the invisibility cloak from his trunk and draped it over himself. It
was strangely comforting to be back beneath the cloak and remembering all
the things he'd seen beneath it. It was the cloak that had allowed him to
follow Dudley all summer and allowed him his first glimpse of "Big D" in
action. He had hidden beneath the cloak as he watched Goyle strip off and
shower. Harry's mind flashed to the underwear he'd stolen from Goyle on
that occasion. Like the cloak they were hidden in his trunk but every now
and then he'd pull them free and take deep greedy sniffs of them. Breathing
in Goyle's sweaty musky scent. And of course it had been the cloak that had
allowed him to discover Seamus' secret life as the Irish Stallion. It felt
only fitting that he'd be back beneath it now.

The castle was largely deserted as he made his way through the cavernous
hallways. In truth Harry knew that he hadn't really needed to wear the
cloak in the grounds themselves. Only a handful of first and second years,
still too young to make the Hogsmeade trip, had crossed his path since he'd
left the Gryffindor common room. It was only in Hogsmeade itself that he
would need to be hidden but he had missed prowling through the Hogwarts
castle unseen.

"In here. Quickly."

Harry stopped dead in his tracks at that voice. He recognised it
instantly. That clipped smug tone had been following him since his first
day at Hogwarts, it belonged to Draco Malfoy. What was Malfoy doing still
at Hogwarts? Why wasn't in Hogsmeade like everyone else?

For a moment Harry stood trying to decide what to do. The opportunity to
get one over on Malfoy so rarely presented itself that it was almost
impossible to resist. If Malfoy had passed up on going into Hogsmeade then
he must surely be up to something. Harry glanced at his watch. He still had
plenty of time before he'd arranged to meet Seamus. He could look in on
Draco and still make it to the Hog's Head with time to spare.

Without giving it another thought Harry moved toward the direction of
Malfoy's voice and raced down the corridor. Strangely it appeared as if
Malfoy had been ushering someone into a boys toilet. This seemed like a
most peculiar location for anyone to be up to no good but then Harry was
reminded of how he, Ron and Hermione had made use of one of the many
Hogwarts toilets to secretly brew a batch of Polyjuice potion in their
second year. Quietly he pushed the door to the toilet open and still hidden
beneath the invisibility cloak slipped into the room.

At first Harry thought he must have made a mistake and that Malfoy must
have slipped into a different room. The toilet appeared deserted. There was
no sign of Malfoy, or whoever he'd been talking to, and the bathroom was
silent.

"I'm telling you I heard something..."

The voice had come from a cubicle at the far end of the toilet. Apparently
whoever Malfoy was with had heard Harry pushing the door to the toilets
open. They must have been waiting silently since for any sign that someone
had entered the room.

"Oh do shut up! No one else is here, they're all at Hogsmeade."

It seemed that Malfoy did not share the concerns of his co-conspirator,
which was good news for Harry. He wondered who the second boy with Malfoy
was. He was sure he vaguely recognised the voice but was having trouble
placing it.

Certain now that Malfoy and his accomplice would be giving no more thought
to his potential presence Harry slowly began to inch toward the cubicle. He
took great pains to make each step as slow and silent as possible,
concerned that his shoe would hit the tile of the floor too hard and make
an echoing sound in the nearly silent room. Nearly silent because Harry
could hear noises coming from the cubicle Malfoy occupied. A sort of wet
sound.

Finally Harry reached the cubicle and found himself staring at a closed
door. He contemplated pushing the door open but thought better of
it. Instead he slipped silently into the cubicle next to it and struggling
not to make a sound climbed up onto the toilet so that he could peer over
the divider. His mouth dropped open as he finally caught sight of what was
happening in Malfoy's cubicle.

Crabbe was the second occupant of the cubicle. His large round shape seemed
to be filling the entire space. Not that this seemed to bother Malfoy who
was clinging to Crabbe as they kissed. Or perhaps more accurately as Malfoy
kissed Crabbe. All Harry could see was the top and back of Malfoy's head as
he lavished attention on Crabbe. Malfoy's lips pressed against Crabbe's own
and then his cheek, his neck, his ear, just about any part of Crabbe that
Malfoy could reach. Crabbe only seemed to respond to Malfoy's desperate
attention when Malfoy's tongue and lips wrapped around his ear. Licking and
gently sucking on the lobe produced a sort of rumbling moan from Crabbe.

This sound seemed to spur Malfoy on. He sucked and licked at Crabbe's ear
with more passion and force. His efforts were rewarded with an almost
constant stream of that low rumbling noise. Malfoy seemed to be living for
that noise. Crabbe, however, seemed to have other plans. His big giant
paw-like hands dropped down onto Malfoy's shoulders and began to push
Harry's sworn enemy down. Malfoy put up no resistance. If anything he
seemed to welcome this development. Eagerly dropping down to his knees in
front of Crabbe. All Harry could see of Malfoy was his slicked blonde hair
but he was sure that Malfoy would have a greedy hungry look on his face.

As if to confirm this Malfoy was immediately grabbing and squeezing at
Crabbe's groin. His face pressed against Crabbe's trousers as his hands
pulled open his belt and pulled at the button holding his trousers
closed. It took a frantic few seconds of action but Malfoy had Crabbe's
trousers pulled down to his ankles with ease. Crabbe was in a pair of loose
fitting checked boxer shorts, the kind Harry himself wore although Crabbe's
were multiple sizes bigger. Malfoy made no attempt to pull these down,
instead his hand fished into the button up fly on the front of the boxers
and triumphantly withdrew Crabbe's cock.

Harry had only a few seconds to take in Crabbe's semi-erect cock before
Malfoy was devouring it. While not overly long it seemed thick and
heavy. Malfoy must have been opening wide to swallow it.

Malfoy was every bit the greedy hungry cock sucker that Harry had suspected
he would be. He was eagerly slurping his way up and down the thick shaft of
Crabbe's cock his lips never leaving it. Crabbe's rumbling moans of
pleasure had grown deeper and louder in response to Malfoy's
efforts. Malfoy let out a satisfied moan of his own as Crabbes thick heavy
hands ran through his hair and closed around the back of his head.

In his obsession with Goyle Harry had never given much thought to
Crabbe. He had been impressed by the giant roundness of his size he
supposed but next to Goyle he somehow seemed lacking. Now though, as he
masterfully took control of Draco Malfoy, Harry was seeing him in a whole
new light. There was a look of determination on his lightly sweating face
as he pushed Malfoy down to the base of his cock. Forcing Malfoy to take
the whole thing into his mouth and throat. Crabbe didn't seem to care that
Malfoy was choking and spluttering. Malfoy didn't seem to care either. He
made no attempt to struggle or fight free; he just kept taking Crabbe's
cock.

It was clear to Harry that this was not the first time Malfoy had sucked
cock. In fact it was clear that it wasn't the first time he'd swallowed
Crabbe's impressive cock. This was too natural. Too easy. How long has this
been going on? How often had they slipped away to bathrooms, deserted
classrooms or anywhere else they could find to do this? Had they gone
further? Harry tried to imagine Crabbe's sweaty powerful form taking Malfoy
from behind. A look of pleasure and fulfilment etched on Malfoy's face.

"Are you two in here?"

In all the excitement Harry hadn't heard the bathroom door swing open and
certainly neither Crabbe or Malfoy had either. They were frozen in
silence. Malfoy's lips still wrapped around Crabbe's cock and Crabbe's
hands still tangled in Malfoy's hair.

"No prizes for guessing what you're up to!"

Harry turned to see Goyle confidently striding into the bathroom. The
casual t-shirt he was wearing seemed like it was too small for him. It
strained against his powerful bulky frame. Harry could still vividly
picture his naked body and in particular the thick swinging cock between
his legs.

Malfoy and Crabbe tumbled out of the cubicle both looking rather
sheepish. Crabbe had haphazardly pulled his trousers back up but not quite
managed to refasten his belt or buttons. He was just holding them in
place. Malfoy meanwhile had a dazed expression on his face and his usually
perfectly styled and slicked hair was tangled and messy.

"Sorry, but you know what he's like..."

Crabbe just sort of shrugged as he spoke.

"Yes I do..." Goyle shot a look that Harry couldn't quite decipher at
Malfoy. "Let's take him back to the dorm room shall we!"

Malfoy's eyes seemed to light up at this suggestion. He did his best to
flatten out his hair as he marched toward the exit of the bathroom. Goyle
was striding behind him while Crabbe struggled to rebutton his trousers and
walk at the same time.

Harry watched all three of them leave the bathroom in a dazed and sort of
far off way. He was struggling to process what he'd just seen. Not just the
way Malfoy had been greedily devouring Crabbe but what had happened with
Goyle. Had he been suggesting what Harry thought he'd been suggesting? Was
Malfoy, right now, getting to taste that large cock Harry had only secretly
glimpsed? Suddenly he hated Malfoy more than ever before.

More than anything Harry wanted to chase after the Slytherin trio. He
wanted to follow them down to their dungeon common room and the dorm rooms
that would surely be attached to it. He wanted to see this continue to
unfold. To see Goyle in action. But his feet wouldn't move. He just seemed
stuck in place, perched awkwardly on the toilet.

Harry took in a few deep gulping breaths and then forced himself to
move. Forced himself to jump down from the toilet and move to the exit of
the bathroom. Maybe, he told himself, he could still catch up with Malfoy,
Crabbe and Goyle.

No, he told himself. He couldn't chase down Malfoy. Not today. He glanced,
half panicked at his watch. It would be tight but he still had time to make
it to the Hog's Head to meet Seamus.

* * * * *

The Hog's Head was not The Three Broomsticks.

That was Harry's overwhelming impression as he sat, alone, awaiting the
arrival of Seamus. The only other person in the pub was a surly barman
who'd been eyeing Harry suspiciously since he'd stumbled into the cold
cavernous space struggling with the weight of the giant wooden door. He
missed the warmth and the excited hum of people that filled the
Broomsticks. The Hog's Head was a drafty, echoey space in which Harry did
not feel welcome. The only place he'd felt less welcome was Privet Drive.

Harry supposed that his evaluation of The Hog's Head was not helped by his
mood. He was oscillating between a nervous buzzing energy and a dark
simmering rage. The source of his nerves was this clandestine meeting with
Seamus. As he'd sped toward Hogsmeade and The Hog's Head Harry had tried to
focus on this meeting and on Seamus. He was still entirely unsure what
would happen this afternoon and just what Seamus would have to say for
him. For brief fleeting moments he could envision an angry and violent
Seamus. An echo of the evening he'd spent with Cormac McLaggen. He pushed
these images from his mind though and tried to ignore the electric thrill
of excitement they sent coursing through his body.

However, the source of Harry's simmering rage had stopped him focusing his
attention and thoughts on Seamus. He had not been able to prepare anything
to say to his classmate because the events he'd witnessed in the castle
kept flooding back into his mind. And then he would think of what he hadn't
seen. The events that he was sure were unfolding right now in the Slytherin
common room.

Harry wasn't sure his hatred of Draco Malfoy had ever burnt quite so hot
before. The thought that Draco was at this very moment getting to enjoy
everything that Goyle had to offer caused Harry's insides to burn. He could
still vividly picture Goyle's imposing naked frame and that large cock that
swang between his legs. Harry had wanted to taste Goyle so badly and now
Draco was getting the opportunity to do just that. More than that Draco had
surely taken advantage of that opportunity before. Just how many times had
Draco been on his knees for Goyle during their years at Hogwarts?

And what, Harry thought, of Crabbe?

Vincent Crabbe had spent little time in the mind of Harry Potter before
this afternoon. His bulk and size had caught Harry's eye but next to
Goyle's solid imposing mass Crabbe's softer and rounder edges had seemed
less appealing. Now though Harry was forced to consider him in a different
light. To replay those rumbling groans in his mind and revisit the snatched
glimpses of a thick heavy cock. As much anger as Harry felt toward Malfoy
in this moment he couldn't help but be impressed with the apparent ease
that Draco had wrapped his lips around Crabbe's girth.

Harry almost sang out in relief when the scraping creaking sound of The
Hog's Head door being pushed open snapped him free of these thoughts. His
relief, however, was short lived as Seamus confidently strode into the bar
and Harry's stomach took a nervous plunge. Seamus exhibited none of Harry's
nerves as he entered the pub. He noticed Harry immediately, he was after
all the only other person in the place, and casually nodded at him.

To Harry's surprise Seamus did not immediately stride toward the table he
had picked out for them. It was, Harry thought, a suitable distance from
the bar that they wouldn't be overheard. Instead Seamus headed toward the
bar and for a moment Harry was sure he'd seen the surly barman smile and
nod a greeting at Seamus. The two of them were locked in hushed
conversation for a minute. Harry couldn't hear what they were saying to one
another but from the way the barman kept shooting curious glances at him
knew they must be talking about him.

For the first time Harry considered that this might not be Seamus' first
trip to The Hog's Head. Until today Harry had never stepped foot in the
dull cold grey pub but Seamus seemed so comfortable and at home in the
surroundings it couldn't possibly be his first trip. It occurred to Harry
how startlingly little he actually knew about Seamus. They were in the
midst of their fifth year together at Hogwarts but the Irishman was still
an almost complete mystery to him.

Seamus, his conversation with the barman apparently now finished, was
finally heading toward Harry. His face was dominated by a bright beaming
smile and in his hands were two large metal steins.

"Harry!"

Seamus placed both of the steins on the table and slid one across to Harry.

"Thanks..."

Harry eyed the contents of the large metal container suspiciously. The dark
liquid clearly wasn't the sweet golden delicious Butterbeer he'd grown
accustomed to at The Three Broomsticks. It had a rather bitter odor.

"Try it. It's not as bad as it looks. Promise."

As if to demonstrate the liquid, whatever it was, could be trusted Seamus
took a large gulp from his own glass. Reluctantly Harry followed suit
lifting the cold metal stein to his lips and pouring a small trickle of the
liquid into his mouth. As Seamus had promised it wasn't as bad as it
looked. Harry felt a pleasant warming sensation spread through his
body. The drink lacked the pleasant sweetness of Butterbeer but the
slightly bitter taste wasn't unpleasant.

"See, not bad!" Seamus declared in triumph.

"Yeah, not bad..."

Nervously Harry took another, bigger, gulp of the drink and felt the
pleasant warmth spread through his body and out to his fingers and toes. It
was as if someone had just turned the heating on and suddenly The Hog's
Head didn't seem quite so bad. Although maybe it was the company as much as
the drink that was producing this reaction.

Harry was staring at Seamus intently. Watching his dark eyes and that
bright beaming smile and taking in the rugged definition of his strong
jaw. The casual clothing Seamus had worn into Hogsmeade seemed to hang on
him differently than his school uniform and robes. The uniform seemed
designed to hide Seamus' broad and powerful upper body but dressed in more
casual clothing Harry could take in its shape. The Irishman's wide
shoulders and strong chest. Harry could clearly picture the defined muscles
hidden by Seamus' clothes.

The silence was now stretching about between them awkwardly. Harry wondered
if he should say something but he was at a complete loss for words. He
simply didn't know what to say to Seamus and so he sat in a sort of stupid
awkward silence. Seamus too seemed to be struggling to find words. The
confident swagger he'd marched into the pub with had now faltered and faded
a little. But finally he seized the moment.

"So..." This single word seemed to last an eternity. "...I guess we need to
talk."

"I guess"

Harry found himself agreeing with Seamus' assessment but still felt none
the wiser on what to actually say. In the back of his mind he could hear a
million and one questions buzzing around to ask Seamus but he feared Seamus
would have just as many questions for him. Questions that Harry was not
prepared to answer. Not just about how Harry had discovered his secret, his
double life as the Irish Stallion, but also about Harry himself. Harry
didn't think he could bring himself to talk to Seamus about how, to his
surprise, he was attracted to boys. He hadn't even really thought about it
much himself. Just sort of gone along with the overwhelming desires his
body felt. To put words to it would be something else entirely.

The silence returned. It awkwardly sat between them. It seemed that neither
of them knew quite what to say. The situation was undeniably strange. How,
Harry wondered, are you supposed to navigate something like this?

"I'm not..."

Seamus blurted the words out. They seemed to tumble out of his mouth
against his will but even then he couldn't bring himself to finish the
sentence. To say the word. Although Harry was suddenly very aware of
Seamus' eyes examining him. Boring into him. Harry felt as if he could
almost hear Seamus' thoughts. Seamus might not be but he, Harry, must be.

"Right...."

Harry didn't know what else to say but he felt that he should say
something. He wondered if Seamus was waiting for confirmation that Harry
was that unspoken thing. If he was waiting for that confirmation then he
did well to hide his disappointment at Harry saying nothing on the subject.

"It's just..." Harry got the odd sense that Seamus seemed to know what he
wanted to say but couldn't make his mouth co-operate with his
brain. "...well..."

The silence returned but less awkward this time. Seamus was clearly
searching for exactly the right words and Harry was more than happy to wait
for him to find them. Perhaps when Seamus had said whatever it was he
wanted to say then Harry would know what to say. Although that seemed
unlikely just now.

"Me dad, well, he lost his job. And money's been tight..." Now that he had
started Seamus didn't seem capable of stopping. He was barely drawing
breath between his words. The story pouring out of him and seemingly
lifting a weight from him. "Really tight. And back home there's this
wizard. Old. He has money and he's always liked me. So I just, well, I just
let him..."

Here Seamus trailed off again. Harry could fill in the gaps and words that
Seamus couldn't quite bring himself to say. He understood the story Seamus
was telling him perfectly.

"And he knew other wizards. With money. And the money's good. Really
good. And like I said we need it. So I'm not... it's the money, you know?"

Harry fought back the desire to ask Seamus any of the hundreds of questions
now sprinting through his mind. He ached to know more about how Seamus had
broached the subject of payment and to hear stories of Seamus'
experiences. Had they stretched to Hogwarts? Suddenly Harry wondered why he
had never really considered this before. Seamus had come when summoned, who
had he been expecting to see in that deserted classroom that night?

"How much?"

The words seemed to be spoken by another person. It took Harry a moment to
realise that he had said them. That he had posed the question.

"What?"

Seamus seemed just as surprised by Harry's question as Harry was. Of all
the questions he'd apparently been prepared to hear, that was not one.

"How much?"

There was a look of utter shock on Seamus' face as Harry posed the question
again. It was as if he thought he'd misheard it the first time and was
expecting an entirely different sequence of words to leave Harry's mouth.

"Harry..." Seamus' voice was lower than it had been before. Quieter and
deeper. The Irish lilt almost growling at him. "We can't. Not again. And
you can't tell anyone."

"Why not?"

Seamus was again taken aback by Harry's choice of question but he recovered
himself quickly. The look of anger and the threat of aggression that Harry
had briefly imagined was now beginning to form in reality. He understood
that Seamus was gearing up to threaten him. To scare him off. But he also
thought that Seamus had misunderstood his question. Harry had no desire to
tell another soul about what had happened between himself and Seamus. He
fully understood why that should remain a secret. He wanted to know why it
couldn't happen again.

"I have money. You said it's all about the money. I have money."

Slowly it seemed to dawn on Seamus what Harry was saying. The light and
look of slight surprise returned to his face. Harry unsuccessfully tried to
suppress the thought that he'd preferred it when Seamus had been staring at
him meanincingly. His strong jaw and that deep rumbling Irish accent had
lit a spark of excitement in him.

"Harry we-"

Harry slid the small leather pouch across the table to Seamus. He'd only
been vaguely aware of putting it in his pocket when he left the dorm
room. He wanted to tell himself that he hadn't been secretly planning for
this exact moment but he knew the truth. He knew that he'd brought the
pouch, full of golden coins, with him for this exact reason.

"Is that enough?"

For what seemed like an eternity nothing happened. Seamus was simply sat
staring at the small leather pouch. The weight of the gold within it was
obvious. There could be no mistaking what was inside. Then as suddenly as
it had appeared on the table it was gone.

It took Harry a few seconds to process what had happened. At first he
thought Seamus must have swiped the pouch from the table and Harry's heart
fluttered. That would mean that Seamus was going to give him what he
wanted. But it hadn't been Seamus who had snatched the money bag from the
table. Unnoticed to Harry the surly barman had left his post behind the bar
and was now standing at the table, his grubby fingers poking at the
contents of the bag. Counting it.

"More than enough here." Seamus' eyes seemed to be alight with rage as he
stared at the barman who was now smiling a broad toothless grin at
Harry. "You can get three or four rides on the stallion for this!"

The barman slipped the money bag into the pockets of his robe and turned
his toothless grin to Seamus who did not return it. He was still burning
with a barely suppressed rage. Harry thought that Seamus might be about to
attack. To leap from his chair at the barman. His fists were clenched and
ready for a fight.

"Now then Seamus, be a good lad and take this fine gentleman out back. I'll
be here when you're done."

Harry watched the internal conflict play out on Seamus' face and tried to
predict what would happen next. The barman however didn't seem to be even a
little concerned or unsure what would happen. His toothless smile never
faltered even as a strange palpable sort of menace radiated off of
him. Harry had a fleeting thought that the story Seamus had told him was
just that, a story. Or at least that vital parts of it had been
missing. This thought left his head though as Seamus slowly pulled himself
up from the table and marched toward a curtained door to the side of the
bar.

"Off you go sir..."

The barman enthusiastically gestured toward the curtained doorway that
Seamus had just stormed through. Harry, a rush of excitement flowing
through him, practically jumped to his feet and chased after Seamus.

The curtained doorway led to a small cramped hallway filled with doors. As
Harry passed through the curtain he caught sight of Seamus kicking open a
door at the opposite end of the hall and walking out of it. He hastened to
follow, giving no thought to what could possibly be behind the multiple
doors he passed on his way. Nor did he think about how entirely strange it
was for this many doors to be connected to such a tiny hall.

As Harry pushed his way out of the doorway behind Seamus he was hit by a
rush of cold air. They were outside. There was, it turned out, a small
courtyard behind The Hog's Head. What Harry assumed were bins and storage
crates littered the concrete space but his eyes barely passed over
them. Instead his focus instantly snapped to Seamus. The anger that had
flared up in the pub was still etched onto his face and he seemed to be
grinding his jaw. This time Harry did not ignore the desire he felt for
this angry Seamus.

Harry had little time to linger on this thought though. Silently Seamus was
stripping out of his clothes. His thick woolen jumper had already been
discarded and he was now pulling his t-shirt off over his head. That
glorious and ultra defined upper body was once again exposed to Harry. This
time though Harry felt no need to hold back the hunger he felt for it. He
launched himself at Seamus and collided with his powerful solid frame.

Harry was pawing and grabbing at Seamus' upper body. Feeling his solid
chest and arms and pressing against his rippling abs. He was desperate to
feel every inch of flesh. As he felt and pressed at Seamus with his hands
Harry's lips and tongue joined in. He was kissing Seamus' chest and his
tongue was flicking at his hard nipples. Seamus tasted just as good as he
felt and Harry was greedily lapping him up.

He kissed and gently sucked at Seamus' neck before his tongue traced his
strong imposing jawline. All the while his hands were pressing and
squeezing at his body. It was as if he was in a desperate search for a soft
piece of flesh. Just an inch of Seamus that wasn't a solidly painstakingly
crafted piece of muscle. If such a piece of Seamus existed Harry could not
find it. While he lacked the size and terrifying power Harry had witnessed
in Cormac the night before Seamus' body appeared to be every bit as solid.

Harry became aware of increased weight on his shoulders. Seamus had placed
a hand on each shoulder and was pushing him down. Away from Seamus' face
and neck and down past his chest and defined abs. Harry had willingly
dropped down to his knees before Seamus and he was pulling and twisting at
the belt and buttons keeping the Irishman's trousers up. Harry was fumbling
with the buttons. He suddenly became aware of how cold his hands were and
wondered how Seamus could possibly stand to be without his shirt now.

This thought left Harry's mind as he finally managed to pull Seamus'
trousers open. The trousers themselves stayed mostly around his waist but
the front opened exposing Seamus black briefs. Part of Harry wanted to
savour this moment. To press his face, lips and nose against the sizeable
bulge in Seamus' briefs. To taste and smell it. But there was a bigger,
hungrier and greedier part of him that couldn't stand to wait.

Seamus let out a slightly startled gasp as Harry's hand dove into his
briefs and pulled his cock and balls free. Apparently it wasn't just Harry
who had discovered how cold his hands were!

With the waistband of Seamus' briefs tucked beneath his balls his mighty
cock was now exposed to the cold air. Although looking at the length of
Seamus' cock and the full balls beneath it you'd struggle to identify that
it was cold outside. Harry, not wanting to waste any time, quickly dived
onto Seamus' full heavy balls with his mouth. Licking, kissing and sucking
on them. Lapping up the sweet taste of Seamus.

As he greedily sucked on Seamus' balls Harry could feel Seamus' cock coming
to life. He could feel it beginning to grow thicker and heavier on his face
as Seamus became excited. The Irish Stallion was also beginning to grunt
and moan in pleasure too. The sounds were muffled and suppressed almost as
if Seamus were enjoying all this in spite of himself.

Harry couldn't help but smile to himself as he felt Seamus' hands close
around the back of his head and heard a low rumbling groan escape Seamus'
mouth. It seemed as if Seamus had decided not to fight against the pleasure
he was feeling and had allowed his anger toward Harry and this situation to
subside.

Taking a handful of Harry's hair to guide him Seamus pulled Harry's mouth
from his balls and dragged him to the head of his now semi-erect cock. Even
though it wasn't at its full size or girth the cock was impressive and
mouth watering to Harry.

"Open..."

Harry did as he was told and opened wide as Seamus thrust his hips
forward. The head of Seamus' cock lurched to the back of Harry's mouth and
hit his throat with force. Instantly Harry was choking and sputtering on
the cock. He thought he heard Seamus laugh a little as he repeated the
process. Thrusting his cock down into Harry's throat this time and causing
Harry to choke harder and deeper.

If Seamus had been expecting Harry to complain about or retreat from this
rough treatment he was disappointed. Harry let out satisfied moans around
Seamus' cock as he continued to buck his hips and plunge into Harry's
throat. These moans seemed to signal to Seamus that he could be rougher
with Harry. His thrusts became stronger and wilder forcing his cock ever
deeper and more powerfully into Harry's throat. Each gag and retch coating
Seamus' long thick cock in spit.

Harry felt as if he was in heaven. On his knees before Seamus, his hands
free to roam across Seamus' defined and solid body. Pushing at his abs and
chest as Seamus forced his cock down into Harry's throat. Fucking at his
mouth and throat with ever increasing enthusiasm. The anger that Seamus had
clearly harboured toward Harry being released in this perfect moment. And
then heaven was taken away from him. Seamus pulled his cock free of Harry's
mouth and held his face at arms length.

"You want fucked?"

"Yes!"

Harry didn't need to think about his response. It blurted out within less
than a heartbeat of Seamus posing the question.

"Over there."

Seamus had spent a moment casting his eyes around the littered courtyard
for a suitable spot before gesturing toward a pile of crates in a nearby
corner. Harry scrambled to his feet and practically sprinted toward the
corner. He could hear Seamus' scraped footsteps behind him as Seamus moved
toward the corner whilst trying to stop his trousers falling to his
ankles.As he waited for Seamus Harry tugged at his own jeans pulling them
and his underwear down.

"Bend over"

Harry felt a cold wetness on his hole. Seamus had pulled his cheeks apart
and spat on the hole. There was a rough stabbing at his hole now. Seamus
was pushing at it with a finger which gently slipped. Harry felt his hole
expand around the finger and gave out a little sigh. Seamus, apparently
satisfied, withdrew his finger and lined the head of his spit slick cock up
with Harry's hole.

"Oh my God!"

The cried words tumbled out of Harry as he felt Seamus' cock push its way
inside of him once again. The intense mix of burning pain and remarkable
pleasure combined inside him and he had no other way to express it. Harry
felt his own cock throb and cry out as Seamus slowly started to roll his
hips and slide his cock back and forth inside of Harry. Each move forward
met with a low deep grunt from Seamus.

"Fuck me..."

Harry whimpered the words. He could still remember the way Seamus had
fucked him in that deserted classroom. The smooth steady rhythm of it. The
intense enduring pleasure. He so desperately wanted to feel that again. To
feel Seamus' cock rhythmically slide in and out of his hole and push him to
a powerful hands free orgasm. But this was different. Seamus was different.

In the classroom Harry had felt Seamus' hands gripping his hips as he'd
confidently thrust in and out of him in smooth fluid motions. But here, in
the cold deserted courtyard behind The Hog's Head, Seamus' hands were
grabbing at Harry's hair. His fingers were tangling around Harry's hair as
he thrust hard and rough. Pushing himself deep into Harry with powerful
thrusts. There was no fluid movement but deep stuttering thrusts that sent
bolts of pleasure and pain coursing through Harry's body. The cocky
confident swagger of Seamus that Harry remembered from the deserted
Hogwarts classroom had been replaced with an anger and irritation that was
being expressed as he fucked Harry.

Harry was not complaining. The pleasure, although different, was still
intense and he could feel his cum running down his leg as it spilled from
his cock. He couldn't tell which of Seamus' powerful and deliberate thrusts
had caused the orgasm to wash over him but it had happened. IT was still
happening. Waves of pleasure washed over his body as he called out in
delight.

Seamus was not calling out. He was grunting and almost growling with each
deep hard thrust.

"Take it. Take it."

Harry lost track of time bent over the wooden crates. It could have been
minutes or hours of Seamus' cock deep inside of him. Those deep angry
grunts echoing in his ear. Seamus' fingers tightening and tugging at his
hair. Harry felt he would have been happy if the moment never ended
although he knew that it would.

"I'm gonna cum... you want my cum?"

"Yes! Yes! I want it!"

Harry felt a surprising flood of disappointment as Seamus' cock pulled out
of him with an almost popping sound. He felt suddenly empty and was very
aware of how cold it was in the courtyard. He had wanted to feel his
insides grow warm and wet as Seamus had cum inside him the way Dudley
did. But Seamus had pulled out just like he had that night in the
classroom.

"Knees!"

Mastering his disappointment Harry dropped down onto his knees before
Seamus. If he wasn't going to feel Seamus erupt inside of him then at least
he would get to taste that sweet glorious cum once again.

It took just a few short strokes for Seamus to let loose a rumbling moan
and then cum was flying from the head of his cock. Harry opened his mouth
wide and caught as much of the thick white liquid as he could. Savouring
the sweet moreish taste of it. His lips instinctively wrapped themselves
around the head of Seamus' cock and sucking on it. Using his tongue to
scoop up the small pools of cum that rested on the head of Seamus' cock.

Seamus took in a few deep grunting breaths before pulling Harry from his
cock once again. And then the cock was gone from Harry's sight. Seamus
tucked it back into his briefs and was awkwardly closing the fly of his
jeans as his eyes looked around for where he'd dropped his shirt.

Harry wasn't sure what to do as he watched Seamus get dressed. He felt
another pang of disappointment as Seamus slipped his shirt back over his
head and once again covered his upper body. Finally Seamus turned back to
Harry. Some of the glaring anger Harry had witnessed was still there but
most of it seemed to have passed.

"The exits there..."

Seamus nodded toward a large wooden door that dominated a far wall. Then he
turned and strode back into The Hog's Head, closing the door behind him.

For a moment Harry stayed on his knees in the cold deserted courtyard. He'd
felt such an intense sense of fulfilment after his first encounter with
Seamus but this time he almost felt empty. Abandoned and forgotten in the
cold courtyard. The pleasure had been so intense and amazing in the moment
but now he felt a sense of rising shame.

Slowly Harry climbed back up to his feet and pulled his underwear and
trousers back up. The invisibility cloak was still tucked into his pocket
and he took it out and threw it over himself as he left the courtyard via
the exit Seamus had pointed out.