A Couple Weeks Later...

You may know Boobious Gagrid as Rubeus Hagrid, but alas the latter is an alias to hide the raw truth of Gag's carnage. It was a foggy day on the grassy plains outside of Gagrids no clunge dungeon. Gagrid stood just outside of Buckbeaks corral; looking out towards Hogwarts with a melacholic gaze. Gagrid knew the fogs brought out his steamiest of desires, and the treasure he sought after was out of reach, deep within the castle walls; he let out a sigh, dreaming of this treasure deep within HIS OWN castle walls. A light breeze swept over the land, the grass dancing on the curvaceous, sensual hills surrounding Gagrid's abode. Suddenly Gagrid heard a yell in the distance... it was Harry, Harry Potter the chosen one. Gagrid ran away due to uncontrollable rush of sexual tendencies that came to his mind.
"Help!" Harry yelped, which only furthered Gaggy's ravenous cravings to the point where his throbbing wand was radiating through his trousers. Of course, his wooly snake-like member was always hard to hide when awakened with the hello of his lava of desire, begging to be released. Gagrid ran through the woods towards the sound of Harry's cries, his stark meaty apendage swinging from side to side to the rythym of his heavy footsteps stomping on the forest floor. As he stumbled out from the dense foliage panting from exhaustion, but quivering with desire; Gagrid sighed with relief as he discovered the fate of young Potter. At the edge of the land, there the young man hung, chained to the Womping Willow, bare-assed and out of breath. He was painted with his own blood, seeping from wounds inflicted by the mighty tree; Gagrid was overcome with an unmanageable burn in his body, an impulse so heavy he could feel the air escaping his lungs. Gagrid knew this was the doing of someone beyond adept, someone who must harness the same longing for Harry as he did; a rage came over Gaggy, but he could not peel his eyes away from Harry's scrumptiously sweaty body, moist from the agony (and pleasure, Gagrid secretly hoped) Harry had been enduring from the Whomping Willow.
Gagrid approached Harry, licking away the heavy perspiration lingering on his upper lip, making it a point to lock his black stricken eyes with Harry.
"I'm here to help," Gaggy comforted, "but first,"
"ANYTHING! I'll do anything, even, be your slave" Harry begged, which left Gagrid ready to engulf his small wizard friend's petite pickled asshole with every inch of his fire.
"Lick me." Gagrid ordered his sweaty, defeated slave. Gaggy ripped his shirt open while staring Harry deep into the eyes with a stern but passionate expression on his face. He pushed his sticky hair covered chest up against Harry's face. Harry eagerly licked Gagrids swollen purple tinged nipples. Gagrid lets out a slow longing moan, and immediately after takes a step back and gives Harry a swift and powerful slap across his face. Harry howled out in pleasure, like a primitive beast on his first hunt, all the more enticing and entrancing Gagrid to release his wrath.
"Surely you can do better than that," Harry snickered, letting out a smirk.
This drove Gaggy to his breaking point, he could feel his own sticky sweet seed dripping down his beefy legs- Harry let out a whimper, sensing the warmth and wetness of Gag's flowing river. Who knows how long since the last time this half giant let out his giant load onto a specimen so... juicy, defiled and hungry for his unending cream; and now more than ever ready to fill Harry's warm and delectable pie. Gagrid pulls out his furry flesh weasel with a clenched fist, and as he does so allows one squirt of his squingy splooge to shoot right at Harry's eye.
"Oh Gaggy!" Harry cried out with Gagrids man cream dangling from the lense of his eyeglasses.
"You know I wouldn't want to make you hurt," Gagrid tenderly exclaimed as he ran his plump sausagey finger over the scar on Harry's forehead.
Suddenly, Gagrid was overcome by a feeling of eyes, watching in anticipation. Gaggy knew someone was bearing witness on this animalistic display of affection between him and his delectable cream pie, Harry. On the hill above, stood Dumbledore, a fierce flame in his eyes and a visibly throbbing member under his robes. Gaggy was overflowing with jealousy, filling him with the strength of one thousand giants. He leaned in close to Harry, making sure the old man could hear nothing of his message.
"Harry, we must go. My heart cannot bear the idea of somebody else desiring you in the ways that I do."
Before Harry could even mutter a response, Gagrid ripped Harry from the tree, shattering the chains in one swift tug; further lacerating Harry's fragile flesh. Harry moaned out in ecstasy, Gagrid slinging him over his thick shoulders like a pig for slaughter.
"I AM THE HEAD MASTER! You will stop with your fuck-meat now Hagrid." Dumble proclaimed.
"No, he's MINE. And my name is GAGRID!" He roared back at him, "let it be known, now let us be!"
Harry, dazed from the coma of orgasm induced brain damage casted out "PATRONA!" Hoping to stun the wicked peeping Tom from their love nest. An apparition of light, which looked eerily similar to Harry bent over cheeks spread with glee, came rocketing out of Harry's still taught and twitching wand. Dumbledore ran hissing chasing the light figure into the distant horizon.
"Ya done good Harry," Gagrid fondly proclaimed as he gave Harry a firm slap on the buttocks