Date: Tue, 22 Oct 2002 03:22:53 +0000
From: alexis sinclair <alxsinclair@hotmail.com>
Subject: Wet Nights at Hogwarts part 4
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This story if FICTION. It is not to be read by people under 18 years old,
or that find homosexual relations between underaged teens offensive. THIS
IS NOT A CHILDREN'S TEXT.
Harry Potter is Trademark of Warner Bros. Inc. and it's author
J.K. Rowling. But you knew that didn't you? All clear? good... Now: this
story is based in the Harry Potter series and takes place in the middle of
the fourth book ("The Goblet of Fire"), right after the Second Task. I
would advise you not to read this if you haven't at least read this book
(although to nderstand that one, you should have read the other three ;-)
). Ok I think that's about it. Oh Wait! This is my first story (of this
kind)and English is not my mother tongue, so please, be patient. Any
comments or CONSTRUCTIVE critics please address them to
alxsinclair@hotmail.com (hatemailers, don't bother). Enjoy.
This is takes place after Wet Nights at Hogwarts 2.
Enjoy
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*** Before we begin with the fourth part I would like to thank every one
who has read the previous ones, specially to those who had emailed me
expresing their greetings and opinions. I would also like to tell the ones
that havent done it that comments are ALWAYS WELCOMED!***
Wet Nights at Hogwarts part 4
Handwritten
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"There was something about the delicious pain on his wrist and
ankles, there was comfort in the stretching sounds of his extended
muscles. Kevin lay there helpless in the dungeon, fulfilled with perverted
satisfaction."
"Oh my god!" Ron was unable to hold his enthusiasm. "This is too
perfect, Harry!. Check out this part!" and he pointed a paragraph at the
bottom of the page.
"The tremendous pain traveled from his crotch to the tip of his
soared nipples, his burn toes and his severed fingers, sending waves of
pleasure up to every single blond hair of his head. The orgasm that
wouldn't come was making his mind melt, all that was left of him were
animal instincts, beautiful instincts of lust and pain."
All of the carefully elaborated plans of revenge were quickly
dismissed at this discovery. Of all the young wizards and teachers of
Hogwarts, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley had found Draco Malfoy's 'Secret
Notebook', pages after pages of talented hand-written sadism, sodomy, and
perversion.
At mid day, the Great Hall was crowded as usual, the chatting
noises from all the tables gave Harry and Ron enough privacy to discuss
their secret affairs.
"This is it!" said Harry. "This is how we get him!"
"Yes!" exclaimed Ron. "But how?"
"I don't know. We'll figure something out! It's just too good to
let it pass."
"Look" said Ron, motioning his eyes towards the Slytherin
table. "He hasn't shown up for lunch!"
"Sure he hasn't" laughed Harry "He must be worried sick, searching
in his very ass for..." Harry touched Ron's knees with the leather-covered
book under the table.
"Are you mad!" said Ron in a loud whisper "Put that away!"
"Fine, fine!" said Harry as he shoved the book in his bag.
Harry's life was taking a very welcomed upturn, first Ron, then Ron
(...the real one), and now the sweet revenge, payback time for more than
three years of building rage towards Draco Malfoy, he would soon own his
ass (and perhaps do other things to it), he could almost taste it, whatever
'it' was, he was not entirely sure yet.
Almost two weeks had passed since their last encounter,
surprisingly, things had been quite normal in their 'relationship' (if you
could call it that way), they kept the sarcastic comments and name callings
up to date, and no one but Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, Harry, Ron and Hedwig knew
about the incidents occurred in one of Hogwarts secret basements. Harry
knew, that Draco had to suspicious about them planning their vengeance, and
he also knew he was surely dreading the idea that they had found his much
private writings. Harry knew...
Harry stopped knowing anything as went past the curtains of Ron's
bed and posed himself over his lover's legs, hugged by his arms he let his
back rest on his chest and his head on his left shoulder. The two boys sat
alone, safe from the outer world and the ears of their sleeping classmates
by four curtains and a sound-proof spell.
"Hi, sexy" whispered Ron in Harry's ear.
"Nocturne reading?" asked Harry, pointing at the leather book
laying on the bed.
"Uh Huh..." confessed Ron. "I hate to admit it, but it is pretty
good. It even gave me some... ideas".
"Really?" said Harry, picking it up and placing it in Ron's
hands. "Read me some."
Ron opened the book on a random page and read:
"The muggle kid looked terrified, floating on thin air, immobilized
by a force unknown to him, totally helpless to the wand of the teenaged
wizard. 'What do you want from me?' he asked, but no answer came.
The young wizard closed his eyes, a second later, the muggle boy
felt the touch of a thousand small and invisible hands, traveling his body,
caressing his every muscle, his crotch, his ass. He screamed in horror, and
fear as the lustful fingers went under his school uniform and abused his
most private parts."
"... like this" added Ron, and he let his hand invade Harry's groin
under his pajamas.
"Don't stop!" pleaded Harry, eyes clothes enjoying the multiple
sensations he was receiving.
"... one by one the buttons of the boy's white shirt jumped of
exposing a smooth chest, a sexy bellybutton. The invisible fingers turned
into kissing, licking mouths, the screams into loud, sexy moans. Free of
the invisible knots that held him, the boy started humping the air,
caressing his body in search for the mysterious tongues, with frenetic
hands."
"Oh God, Ron!" said Harry, as wild and excited as the boy in the
story, his exposed prick in hands of his boyfriend.
"Calm down!" said Ron "we don't want to spoil the fun yet. Do we?"
he let his tongue explore the ear he was whispering into. Harry moaned and
then he lifted his sight and kissed Ron in the mouth.
"One movement of young wizard's wand and the muggle boy's fly
snapped open, exposing his tightly bulged underwear, a confession of his
amusement. The wizard smiled at this, a simple spell made all clothing left
in the boy disappear.
Without time to react to his sudden nakedness, the boy watched his
captor vanish in front of him. But peace didn't last, the wizard aparated
floating over him, he felt his tongue invade his asshole, he gave up to the
pleasure and welcomed it in, giving up the little he had left of
dignity. The wizard put himself in position and entered the muggle boy with
his hard cock..."
Harry was pleasantly surprised when, without warning, Ron entered
him, in unison with Malfoy's dirty story.
"...feeling himself being buggered was nothing like what he would
have expected it to be. The pain of his virginity being ripped off
delighted every inched of his body. He felt dirty, and he loved it."
Harry didn't know how could Ron manage to keep reading while
fucking him, but he loved the combination, he was being invaded with such
force and wildness he was almost jumping off the bed, while his imagination
was fed with highly sexually charged imaginary.
"... the magic mouths reappeared, making the boy's experience
infinitely more intense. One of them went down his crotch and started
sucking him."
Ron was getting close, Harry sensed it and this drove him to the
edge. In and out he felt the sex tool pulsating in his guts. No words could
describe what Harry was feeling having his lover's orgasm inside him, while
his own exploded through and out of his dick.
"...for a split second the muggle boy tasted magic, he felt it's
power as the wizard drained himself in him. It ran through his veins, his
muscles, his brains and heart and finally, it escaped through his pulsating
sex in form of creamy white fluid before giving him the most intense
feeling a man, muggle or magical, could get."
It was the prefects bathroom again, by now Harry could tell he was
dreaming, the thick vapor of this surreal reality was now very familiar. He
jumped into the bath and enjoyed the hot water against his naked
body. After a while he became uneasy, he thought something was wrong, he
was never alone in this place, in his dreams. He looked all around him, not
sign of life or even ghost, like Moaning Mylthre. He got out of the water,
not even bothering to find his clothes, and ran for the door hoping to wake
up when he left the room.
Just Words?
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The door locked behind him before he even realized he had somehow
entered the library.
"Harry Potter!! Have you got no shame?"
All that Harry could do was cover himself with his hands and smile
stupidly.
"'No I don't!'" came the same voice. "'Not with you, anyway!' and
he striped of his last piece of clothing in front of his lover...'"
The girl was reading a book, Harry realized, a book about him!
Every one in the room was reading, actually, and no one had noticed Harry's
naked presence, it was like when he was inside Tom Riddle's diary, or in
Dumbledore's memories.
Harry looked around him, he was definitely at Hogwarts' Library,
but he didn't seem to know any of the kids in there. He took a glimpse at
some cute boy's book: "Harry Potter and the Slytherin Ass" read the
cover. He noticed the boy was deep inside his fiction and was clearly
amused, judging by the motions of his hands over his jeans.
This was to bizarre for Harry, but despite of all his efforts he
was not able to wake up. Suddenly, something caught his attention: a
boy. Harry could swear he was staring right at him, to his eyes,
then... not precisely to his eyes, from behind his book. He covered
himself and looked around, in case someone else could see him, but everyone
else was still focused in their reading. When he looked back, the kid was
gone, but his book was on the table.
Curious, Harry went to where the boy was and picked it up: "Wet
Nights at Hogwarts"
"After the Second Task. ----------------------
"..."...what you'll sorely miss...", remembered Harry. It wasn't the photo
album of his dead parents, nor the very useful Invisibility Cloak,
inherited from his dad even his precious Firebolt. It was Ron, his best
friend..."
Harry was struck, as the book continued, it narrated his sexual
awakens in detail. He jumped a few pages and read:
"...Crabbe had his own pants in his ankles now and was rubbing his
dick against Ron's leg while caressing his chest and belly with his left
hand. Then he moved his hand lower, past the little red patch of pubes and
made a fist around Ron's raging hard on.
"Stop... please stop..." came a weak voice under his moans.
Draco let out a thick giggle. Harry turned to see him and was
shocked at the sight of him. Stark naked on the floor and jerking off!!! He
had his legs spread wide and was running his left index finger up and down
his crack. He realized at that moment that Malfoy had a nice body... and a
nice dick! He felt most embarrassed when he noticed his own member was
crying for attention too, attention he couldn't give it at the moment.
"NO DON'T DO THAT PLEASE!!" screamed Ron. Crabbe was struggling to
get his tongue to his ass..."
Harry couldn't believe his eyes, he couldn't believe himself
either, getting hard over your best friend and lover's worst moment of his
life was not a nice thing to do. So he decided to jump a few more chapters:
"..."The door locked behind him before he even realized he had
somehow entered the library.
"Harry Potter!! Have you got no shame?"
All that Harry could do was cover himself with his hands and smile
stupidly.
"'No I don't!'" came the same voice. "'Not with you, anyway!' and
he striped of his last piece of clothing in front of his lover...'..."
Now it was his latest memories, the book was narrating his very
dream! Maybe, Harry thought, if he went forward he could get a glimpse of
his future... he went to the next page and watched as letters appeared in
the blank paper, forming words that narrated everything he saw, and felt as
they were happening.
When he lifted his sight, he saw the mysterious boy one more
time. He was right in font of him.
"I believe this is mine, Harry." he said retrieving the book. "It's
time to wake up!"