Disclaimer: All this belongs to J.K. Rowling, not me.

Light As a Feather, Stiff As a Board

"Hedwig…"

Hedwig was sitting on her perch in front of the window, her chest puffed out as she looked over at Harry with a seductive wink. Harry stood beside his bed.

She looks very fluffy tonight, he thought to himself as the blood rushed to his throbbing member. Hedwig immediately noticed and fluttered over to perch onto his rock hard groin. Harry moaned as he started to stroke her soft, silky feathers.

"Hoo" she hooted lustfully.

Hedwig flew onto Harry's bed, turning her head 180 degrees to glance at him playfully. He smirked, walking towards his bed, his cock pulsating with every step. With their eyes locked, Harry slid into bed beside her, "Come here, you dirty bird," Harry teased.

Hedwig stretched out her wing, sliding it down his hairy chest. "You're so…" he paused, thinking of a word to describe the pleasure he was feeling, "soft".

She cooed in response. He enjoyed her feathery touches until he could stand it no longer. He needed more…and he needed it NOW!

"Ohh Wigs!" He cried out in ecstasy. "Just pluck me already!" He quickly got into position, flipping over onto his hands and knees.

Hedwig moved behind him, beak to arse cheek, and lightly nuzzled his anus. Without warning, she started plucking the little hairs around his arsehole. Harry squeaked in delight. After he was plucked raw, he bellowed out, "Enough!"

He flipped over onto his back, his "board" stiffer than ever. "Give me head, Wigs" he whispered.

She went in for the kill, clutching his dick with her talon. Slowly, she stroked it while nipping at his ball sac. The pressure started to build within him, but he wasn't ready to release it yet. He lifted his legs up behind his head for better access. Hedwig blinked in surprise.

"You didn't know I was so flexible, did you?" said Harry.

He reached for his wand and placed it delicately in her beak, and said in a husky voice, "Here, use this."

Suddenly, as quick as a Firebolt, Hedwig penetrated his freshly plucked bunghole.

Immediately, Harry opened his mouth and let out a resounding "HOOOooooooo…." as he splooged all over her snowy white feathers.

After his intense explosion, everything went blissfully dark.

Harry jerked awake, sitting upright in bed. Ron stood nearby, grabbing his jumper from his trunk.

"Are you okay, mate?" Ron asked with concern.

Harry rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Yeah, I just had the most fucked up dream".

He shifted uncomfortably while muttering, "Merlin's balls, my arse hurts!"

Harry looked up as Ron took a step towards him and said, "That's funny, because my dick hurts." He winked.