Date: Mon, 22 Jun 2009 20:37:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Agent Orange <agent.orange_stories@yahoo.com>
Subject: Harry's Private Affairs - A Harry Potter Fanfiction

This story is fan fiction.  I do not own any of the characters mentioned,
they belong to JK Rowling and Warner Brothers Entertainment, and any other
respective owner.  I make no money from the writing of this story.

Authors Note: This fan fiction was originally written for me by my good
friend Ellie.  I enjoyed it enough to want to share it with the rest of
you.  I went through and changed a couple of things, but this is 99% her
original work.  Enjoy.



It was a warm June evening, last night at Hogwarts before the sumer
holidays.  Harry was half packed, but lost track somehow.  The beads of
sweat were prominent, even in the dim candle light of the dorm.  Ron had
gone off somewhere with Hermione, probably to the common room. Neville was
still recovering from the events of recent, and was in the greenhouses,
tending to his plants. Dean was elsewhere, undefined and Seamus was
unaccounted for.  Harry decided to call it quits on the packing, and head
for a shower, leaving the packing for the morning. He took his things;
towel, clothes and slippers with him.

Passing the common room, he went into the boys showers, seeing it empty as
it was afterall the last night and everyone was spending it with
friends. He started the shower, letting it run for a moment, while
stripping his clothes off piece by piece.  Starting with his shirt,
drenched in sweat, he pulled it over his head.  His thin body glistened in
the flicker of the candle light as he unlatched his belt, and removed his
trousers.  All that stood between him and the cool water now was his own
pants.

Dropping his knickers to the floor, and stepping out of them, he finally
stepped into the cool water letting it wash over his much deserving body.
The cool air all around him enveloped him like cool serenity. He was
totally relaxed when he heard the door open. Instinctively he turned fast
grabbing his wand off the bench next to the showers, not caring that he was
completely starkers, and faced the door, not trying to cover himself, until
he realized it was only Seamus.

Seamus turned a brilliant shade, ducking his head and mumbling in his thick
irish accent, and exiting quickly. He watched him bolt from the room, and
shut the door hard, and blinked a moment. Harry wasn't all that
embarassed. What Seamus didn't know was that it happened all too often,
another boy come in, see him there and then exit quickly. It wasn't as if
this wasn't a communal shower, why people were so afraid to shower by him
was unknown to him. Harry was never quick to show off his naked form, but
this wasn't a new occurance. He had been showering here for 4 years, and
nothing would phase him on it now.

He went back to showering, deep in thought, his body covered in soap. There
was no real reason for his mind to be so numb, save for his recent
relationship problems. His love life was almost as tragic as his life, the
way the public viewed it. There was no real reason for it, however. Turning
the shower off, he pulled the towel in to his hands, drying his arms, then
his torso slowly.  He worked the towel over his body, drying it and
absentmindedly slipping into his pajama pants. It was too hot for shirts,
WAY too hot for shirts.

He dried his hair, then slinging the towel over his shoulders and gathered
his old clothes, carrying them back with him to his dorm. The common room
was still loud, though it felt late, it wasn't as if they had classes in
the morning. He felt sure his dorm would be more than desolate by now,
thinking the other boys had filed in and taken to their beds. He wanted to
tell Ron of how Seamus had walked in on him in the shower, and had ran off
so fast.

Climbing the stairs, not bothering to hang around the common room to see
friends, but moving quickly so to be unnoticed by watchful eyes. Finally
arriving at his dorm he pushed the door open to see Seamus hunched over in
his own four poster. He crept in quietly not wanting to disturb him or make
him uncomfortable when he heard Seamus breathe his name. He blinked and
tossed his towel onto his bed, creeping closer.

Standing at the end of his bed, he saw that Seamus was wanking furiously
with his eyes closed. Harry blushed slightly, feeling his own erection
springing into action. Seamus seemed a decent size, and Harry couldnt help
but run his hand over his own now stiff cock while watching.  He gulped
hard, and came around the side of the bed, facing Seamus. Taking his
beaming erection from his restricting pants, he started to stroke it
gently, breathing deep, so Seamus would know he was there.

Seamus's eyes popped open in suprise but softened when he saw Harry's dick
in his hand. He looked up at him grinning goofily and spoke.  "How was your
shower?"  Harry shrugged and his eyes closed slowly, only to reopen a
second later.

"Could have been better...you didnt have to run off so fast." he said,
running a tight grip over himself slowly, providing the thick pink head of
his erect cock to Seamus's view. Seamus licked his lips hungrily, watching
Harry intently. Noticing Seamus licking his lips, Harry stepped closer,
pressing the head of his cock to Seamus's lips, which parted slightly to
let his tongue slide across the most tender of spots. Harry moaned
slightly, letting go of himself and letting Seamus take more of him into
his mouth. He put one hand on Seamus's head, rocking his hips back and
forth to slowly fuck his mouth. His head fell back as he got deeper and
deeper into the boys warm mouth, and he felt Seamus incorporating his
tongue, to deepen the pleasure.

He moaned, sucking on the thick juicy cock of his roommate, that he had
often wanked to when nobody was awake. His own dick was so hard it felt
like exploding but he focused all his efforts on Harry. Harry looked down
at him, smirking and pulled himself out of the boy's mouth, bending over
and kissing him. He pushed him back on the bed, crawling over him and
stepping out of his pants. Their mouths clashed as they kissed, tongues
wrestling with the other's as the the kiss went deeper. Seamus whimpered
softly into Harry's mouth as Harry's fingers danced across the other's
naughty bits until he started kissing a slow trail of passionate kisses to
them. He looked up through his round glasses at the boy who owned such an
erection, before licking down it slowly. He smiled, while licking lightly
across his balls teasingly.

He lifted Seamus's hips up a bit, to gain access to his tightly puckered
entrance. Letting his tongue dance over it slowly at first, he inserted a
finger, tickling against his most sensitive places. He resumed working on
the long shaft with his tongue, slowly sliding him into the back of his
throat, and feeling the blood pulse, making him throb. Seamus arched his
back against the bed, moaning and calling his name, professing that he had
fantasized this over and over in so many years worth of wet dreams.

Harry smiled, sliding both his fingers out of Seamus's now very receptive
hole, and his cock from his throat and positioned himself over him. His now
rock hard cock ready for insertion, though he wondered if Seamus could
handle it. He grinned deviously before speaking in a low growl.  "You want
me to fuck you, mate?" He said playfully and raised his eyebrows. Seamus
stammered, and nodded, as Harry sunk into him, pushing deep. Seamus gasped,
moaning and purring while rocking his hips back and forth towards Harry
instinctively. Harry let his head fall forward, resting it on Seamus's bare
chest as he pumped hard into him grunting with every thrust. His body once
again glimmered with the sweat of his laborious actions, not to mention the
heat of not only the evening, but the moment.

As the boys kept on, Seamus gripped himself tight, close to exploding. He
was, afterall, in the process of working himself over when Harry had turned
up. He shuddered, moaning louder, more rapidly before finally shouting and
emitting a hot, sticky ejaculatory mess all over their stomaches. He panted
for breath, letting Harry fuck his tight hole until he felt Harry's balls
restricting against him and bucked his hips to let him spill his seed
deeper into himself. Harry groaned pushing as he rode wave after wave of
his orgasm out, straight into Seamus's tight ass.

Harry sat back on his heels, trying to catch his breath and looking at
Seamus.

"Wow. I had no idea," he said, between deep breaths.  "that you'd have been
up for that."

 Seamus smiled goofily again, nodding and caught up with his own breathing.
"I've wanked to that at least one hundred times." he said, chuckling. Harry
stood up, with Seamus's spunk still on him, when Ron opened the door. They
both scattered to get covered, but Ron clearly saw what happened.

"What the bloody hell is going on here!" He raged, looking frantic. Harry
pulled on his pants, and walked quickly over to Ron. Ron looked him over,
in horrified disgust.  "How long has this been going on? And Merlin's beard
Harry, clean yourself up!"

Seamus fought with his pants, and stood too. "Only about 45 minutes." he
said, clearly missing the question and Harry laughed.

"I just showered Ron!" he said, in retort to cleaning himself up. Ron left
the room, to think about anything else, and Harry chased after him, wiping
the gunk off of his navel. "Ron! Ron! Look! This was the first time, there
is really no need to tell anyone, honestly." he said, trying to keep his
private affairs PRIVATE. Ron gaped and stormed off, leaving Harry standing
there, half dressed and sticky.

--FIN--

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