(This is a very, very dirty Harry Potter fanfics. If you don't like reading about gay magic sex I suggest you read something else, I have lots of non-dirty things up. If you find the subject matter not to your liking, please keep it to yourself.

This, by the way, takes place latter the same day as my other dirty HP fanfics "Love Frog." If you liked that, and oh so hope that you did, you might enjoy this as well. Takes a while to get to the dirty stuff, but hey, I like the buildup. Thanks!)

"Did you black out and wake up with the taste of chocolate in your mouth again Harry?"

Harry scratched the back of his head. Yes. Yes he had, quite a few times actually. It was the highlight of his week now. Harry wondered what Malfoy would say if he realized that he had begun to build up a tolerance to the love potion he was occasionally slipped. Now it only made him mildly tipsy, no more though than a few particularly strong butter beers.

"Err, no. Of course not Ron, that stopped a while back."

"Cheers then. Did you ever figure out why?"

"I…I think it was just stress. So," he tried to change the subject, "What did you get down in Hogsmeade?" Anything to avoid that particular subject.

"Uh, I just bought some Bertie Bott's and got Herminie a new book on ancient runes." He pulled the items from his bag and quickly replaced them. Harry noticed as he did that there was still one thing in Ron's satchel that he didn't bring out. He was going to ask if he forgot to show him something, but Ron quickly stashed the bag in his trunk before he could.

"You know Harry, I'm bushed from walking all day. I think I'll hit the hay, night!" and with that Ron flicked his wand to put out his candle and quickly jumped into bed where he, a bit too quickly, went to sleep.

Harry could tell he was faking. He'd shared a room with him for six years now and he could tell when his snores were genuine or simply not real. And that night they were particularly clear because it was only the two of them in the room. The other boys who share their room were all being treated for burns by Madam Pomfrey due to one of Seamus failed attempts to magic his underwear to glow in the dark. God only knows why he wanted to do that, Harry certainly didn't, but needless to say he was less than successful due to the smoldering bits of boxers still stuck to his and the others faces.

So it was just the two of them, and soon Ron's snores shifted from false to real. Harry knew the lanky Ginger could sleep through a rampaging pack of Hippogriffs on crack so there was no danger of accidently waking him, so he slipped off his bed and went over to his friend's trunk.

"Alohomora!" he whispered, pointing his wand at the trunk's lock. There was a small audible click, and the lock popped open. Harry pushed up his glasses and grinned, nobody keeps a secret from the chosen one.

After rummaging around Ron's various belongings for a few moments he found the object of his search. He pulled the bag out and emptied the contents onto the floor. There was the candy and book that he showed him earlier, but also one more object that Harry didn't quite recognize. It was a long pink box and written on it in lime green ink were the words "Magic Tickler!" What could this be? Harry looked over his shoulder to make sure Ron was still fast asleep and then slowly opened the box.

The then quickly had to cover his mouth to keep from bursting out laughing. He had thought he knew everything about his best friend, but clearly he was still missing a few details. He had never pegged Ron as an ass man, and yet here he was with a dildo, no, a magic lime green dildo in his trunk.

This was just a day full of surprises.

Also in the pink box was a card with the instructions. Apparently the Magic Tickler was self lubricating, vibrating, warming, and it could sense its users pleasure and raise its intensity accordingly. He couldn't help but be impressed. It must have taken a good bit of magic to make something like this. Ron gave out a particularly loud snore, the kind he gave when he was very deeply asleep. Harry looked at him and then back at the object in his hand.

He took off his glasses and set them on his dresser before proceeding to remove his other clothing, grinning all the time. After all, it would be a shame to let this night to waste. It's not often that he got the room to himself. And the idea of using his friend's own toy made him even harder than he had already become from fondling the increasingly warm green object in his hands.

He laid down on his bed, propping himself up with his pillow, and began to caress his "other wand." He was still super revved up from his earlier fuck session that he had with Malfoy in the dungeons. The memory of the two of them going at it like wild animals made his face flush with heat and his hole ache to be filled again. He couldn't wait any more, he needed it! So he took the Magic Tickler and began.

Before he used it on his rump, harry put the lime green cock slowly in his mouth to give it a little pre-fuck suck. To his surprise not only was it lime in color, but also in taste; the things magic can do! He slurped it for a bit, relishing the refreshing flavor and genital vibration, before he moved the object down to the main event. He had been priming himself with his fingers while he sucked the Tickler so than when it was time it slipped in easily.

First in went the tip. Then slowly, the boy who lived pushed the magical object further inside of him. It reminded him of the tingling he got from ridding on a broomstick in a rough wind. The Tickler's vibration increased and so did Harry's arm movements. With his left hand he was working his ass with his friend's new toy and with his right he was vigorously rubbing his rock hard member. It was fantastic!

His breathing soon became heavy. Harry could feel his whole body nearly burst with pleasure as he over and over rammed the Tickler against his prostate, even his scar was tingling with delight. His right hand was a blur as he continued to jack himself off faster and faster until he felt he could take it no more. He took the Magic Tickler and gave himself one last huge thrust the entire thing inside of him as his cock erupted his seed all over his hand and belly. He let out a low satisfied moan, and his whole being relaxed instantly after the mind blowing release.

He lay there breathing heavily for a moment, not wanting to move at all. But then he noticed something. His breathing was not the only sound in the room. Sometime during his self-pleasure session Ron's snores had ceased and an odd flapping sound had taken their place. Harry turned his head and saw…

"Oh! Err," Ron tired to hid his obvious erection and flushed specked cheeks, "Hi, err, Harry."

For a moment neither of the two boys said a thing. The dormitory was thick with tension and the scent of citrus and sweat. Then Harry, completely unsure of what he was about to do, took Ron's Tickler out of himself, grinned nervously, and used it to wave his best friend over to him.

Ron looked stunned and did not move…at first. But then he got out of his bead, hard cock showing through his pajama bottoms, and made his way over to Harry's bed.

It would seem that Harry's night was not yet at an end.