Date: Sun, 06 Jul 2003 21:47:49 +0000 From: alexis sinclair <alxsinclair@hotmail.com> Subject: Wet Nights at Hogwats part 7 ******************************************************************************** If you care, read the disclaimers on the previous chapters. Ok... here you have a new part. It's been a while. A lot's been happening in my life, as I'm sure it has so in yours. But I managed to write this little piece and I hope you enjoy it. The next chapter will be on some day in this millennium, don't hold your breath, though. ;-). Oh. I would also like to say that this story will not be updated in the site ASSGM.com, since it has gone commercial (not like they pay a dime to the writers). ******************************************************************************** Quest for Ron. ----- --- ---- The stone walls of the dark room were haunted with painfully vivid and happy memories, but they weren't the walls of Hogwarts anymore. Not the Hogwarts Harry knew, anyway. There was no magic in the air and without it, without Ron, Harry looked around and was reminded of some old muggle movie about the Tower of London. He remembered how he always thought about taking Ron to a movie sometime. He knew he was curious about them, ever since his dad told them about it and, rather poorly, explained to them. Also, he would love those big action superprductions that were so popular among muggle kids. He suddenly felt like crying, but he didn't; there was no time! He got up, all his mates where fast asleep, but it wasn't going to be easy to sneak out this time. With Ron missing, the night watch in the halls where twice as heavy. He slipped his robes on, and the invisibility cloak over it and parted. He stunned the Fat Lady when she wouldn't open for him... he wasn't kidding this time around, he WAS going to get Ron back or die, even kill, trying. But, the odds were not on his side, and it didn't take long for him to be spotted. "Take the cloak off, Harry." said Professor Dumbledore, his voice was calm and worm, as always. Harry was not worried, he knew he would be found, and he was prepared for it, although he would have preferred to face Filch or some other staff member, and was not to keen on testing the Headmaster's ability. However, there was a newfound, powerful force in him, he did not fear. Dubledore saw the determination in Harry's eyes as they appeared in the darkness of the Gryffindor tower's staircase. "I know what you are going to say..." Harry spoke, firmly, yet showing all the respect he had for the wise bearded man in front of him. An affirmative smile was all the answer he got. "And I know, that you know I won't be stopped.". Dumbledore nodded in agreement. "Very well..." Harry finished, going invisible again. But then, he saw the professor wave his hand and the cloak flew right of him, and into Dumbledore's hands. "I'll take care of this for you, Harry." Before he could blink, Harry found that the headmaster was standing right next to him, touching his forehead with his right hand. He muttered something, and Harry felt a strange ticklish wind travel his body and, suddenly, he was invisible. He watched in amazement as his robes seemed to be floating above his shoes. It was pretty obvious what he had to do next. It felt funny striping naked in the middle of the school and in front of Dumbledore. There was something neat to it, though, and Harry found himself developing a half-erection as the cool air blew in his, now exposed behind. He would have blushed, if his skin had had any color. He looked up, and Dumbledore winked at him. "This will even fool Moody's eye, and you won't be as loud as you where being if you are barefoot!". He was staring straight into Harry's eyes, which made him wonder if was invisible to him, but he didn't ask, he decided he didn't want to know the answer. He just handed him his clothes and walked past him. "Ok..." Harry thought "... first stop: Malfoy". Draco Malfoy was in bed, fast asleep. Harry watched him, he almost seemed innocent, if it just wasn't for the fact that he loathed him with all his soul, he would have thought him cute. He decided he wouldn't wake him just yet. Instead he went on searching his private room for sings of Ron. He didn't really have a reason to believe Draco had anything to do with Ron disappearing, but something, perhaps of the same nature as the bravery and determination that had grown in him since Ron had been away, told him it was the place to start. Nothing, not a clue in there... though he did found several things of interest, dildoes, cockrings, handcuffs and porno pics of Draco! Harry thought that if he had been with Ron, those would have been the new wallpaper in the Great hall, the next morning. He smiled, yet his heart seemed to grow in weight. "Potter!" Draco exclaimed in a sleepy voice. Harry froze. "Oh yeah! Fuck me!". A horrible chill went up his spine as he realized: Malfoy was having an erotic dream ... about HIM! How gross was that! He just stood there and watched him, the covers had fallen to the floor and his legs where wide opened. He didn't wear anything to sleep. Harry watched Draco's erected, long pale and thin dick twitching and heard him moaning in pleasure and calling for him to fuck him. He tried to turn away, but there was something appealing, in a morbose way, about the scene and he continued to watch. Despite of himself, Harry's dick started to harden again, as he stood there naked watching Draco's dick trembling rather awkwardly in ecstasy. A few moments later, just when Draco looked as he was ready to cum, he opened his eyes. He looked shocked and surprised, and for a second Harry thought he had spotted him, but then remembered it was impossible. "What!.." he exclaimed. "Get ofhhmphgmphhh!" something was happening to him, Harry watched Draco twist and pull on some strange force, that appeared to be holding him down, while sounding like he had a potato in his mouth! "Fuck!! He woke up!" someone whispered. "Don't fucking tell me, George!" this other voice was louder. "Shit, Fred! That's very nice of you! Why not shouting my name a bit louder, so the whole bloody school knows what we're doing". "Fred, George?!?!?! What the hell were the Twins doing here?" Harry, thought to himself, or more likely, screamed in his brain, for the shock of it!. "And why are they invisible... AND WHY ON EARTH ARE THEY RAPING MALFOY!?!?!?" It's not like he felt sorry for him, or nothing, it's just that he didn't see the appeal in touching that boy, much less sneak up on him and masturbate him in his sleep. "Ok, hold him down for me!" One of them said, Harry thought it was Fred. "What are you doing!?" came a different, yet much similar voice. "Well he's up already and we're going to have to use the memory charm, anyway... so we might as well get a nice cherry-popping shag!" "How come you get to pop his ch... OUCH!!" George (or Fred, Harry couldn't really tell) was too loud. "For crying out loud! What's wrong!" "He bit me! The little cunt!" "Oh! don't worry! He'll be apologizing soon!" This was going to be to gross to witness, so Harry decided to take action. "Ahem...!" he loudly cleared his throat. "Excuse me!" "Harry?!" answered a voice, in stereo. They didn't, however sound much surprised. "What the FUCK are you doing!?" "Oh! Nothing... we where actually looking for you... -Oh yeah, that's all right! not so tight though, are you?!-" Fred-Or-George moaned as Malfoy's butt hole suddenly widened and Harry could actually see it taking in an invisible dick, rather easily. "Dubledore sent us, to help you find Ron , but... Ohhhh! ff-fuck! ... we saw Draco here, and decided to have some -f-fuck- I mean fun." And some fun they were having, Draco's face, however and to Harry's disappointment, was not showing horror or distress anymore, not even discomfort. He was clearly enjoying himself, actually. Suddenly, his brain produced an obscene plan. He went back to the closet and summoned a cockring, he picked a gold one; knowing Malfoy, this one was, most surely, his own and would fit him all right. "Hey err.." (Fred or George?.. whatever...)"...you guys, catch it!" he threw the ring towards Malfoy's bed and watched stop in mid air, seeming to float as the invisible hand held it. "Cool!" Harry heard the Twins say, and one of them placed it expertly on the would-have-cummed-in-a-second dick of Draco; slid it all the way to the base. Next, Harry went to Malfoy's bedside table, took his wand and put a charm on him that didn't allow him to make a sound unless it was about Ron. "Ok! Let's have some fun! Let go of him!" Harry instructed. No sooner that it seemed that the Twins had let go of Draco, Harry jumped over him, with his legs to each side of him, and pining his arms with his hands. "We have all night... dear" Harry whispered sensually to Draco's ear, "So you better start talking and you get a BIG prize." As he spoke, Harry moved his hips, caressing Malfoy's chest and abs with his ass, balls and dick, which was now hard, despite the fact that he felt like throwing up for what he was doing at the moment. Malfoy was shaking his head madly, the only thing he could move now, since the twins were holding him again, as Harry lift his behind and placed his hole just above the head of his dick, then he smoothly went down, sliding Draco's shaft into his warm and tight insides, watching him open his eyes wide in shock, before rolling them back in pleasure. "Are you ready to cum?" asked Harry, panting, after several minutes. Draco, who had been ready to get some release even before his dick got into his schoolmate's hole, nodded. "Ok" continued Harry. "You just need you to tell me what I want to know". Draco shook his head now, again and more violently than before. "Serve yourself..." shrugged Harry. "I sure am ready." With that, Harry took a hand to his own dick and started pumping. In less than twenty seconds, jets of white fresh cum was appearing in thin air just above Draco's belly and landing mostly on his face and hair. As he orgasmed, Harry's anus tightened and released around the invading dick, sending waves of pleasure to it. Malfoy's face was of pure frustration, he could no longer enjoy the pleasure he was receiving. No sooner than Harry got off Draco, the Twins continued to torture him senseless. An hour and a half later, Harry was riming Malfoy's crack, as Fred took his nipples and George stimulated random parts of his body with his wand. He was starting to get anxious, he glanced at Draco's face which was drench in sweat and tears. Perhaps he truly didn't know where he was, after all, and he didn't have all night to waste on him. "Harry?" George asked. "Did you ask Malfoy what we want to know?". Harry really felt stupid that moment, and he even felt sorry for Malfoy as he saw him nodding like there was no tomorrow, like he had been trying to tell him that all along. "Ups!" Harry apologized. "Ahem..., Draco, do you, by any chance, happen to know where Ron is?". "YESS, YESSS" Draco shouted. "I'VE GOT HIM. HIS TRAPPED IN MY NOTEBOOK, IT'S UNDER MY MATRESS. NOW PLEASE LET ME CUMMMMMM!!!!!"