Harry trudged to Hagrid's cabin and tore the door down. He stomped angrily inside. No one was there. He walked sneakily around and inspected all the rooms furtively one by one, until he reached Hagrid's bedroom.
Harry gasped in shock. There Hagrid was, lying innocently on his bed.
Naked.
"Hello Harry," Hagrid said rather seductively, "I've been waiting for you."
Harry could see rather unsightly pink blobs on Hagrid's skin, presumably where he'd tried to shave, but had missed several patches which flourished with hair like a forest. Harry found this oddly striking.
Hagrid stood up and wobbled sexily over to him. "Too much," he muttered, and pointed the umbrella at Harry's chest and legs, instantly removing all his clothes. "Tha's a bi' better." Harry allowed all of this to happen, still staring dumbfounded at the hairy stick throbbing in between Hagrid's legs.
"Harry," Hagrid whispered into his ear huskily. "Make love to meh."
"B-but, Hagrid, I-" Harry stammered, not entirely sure of what he was saying.
"Please Harry," Hagrid begged, bending over. His fat jiggled. "I love yeh Harry. I have since the first momen' i picked yeh up as a bebe."
Harry didn't know what to say.
"I'll give yeh an outstandin' on yeh Care of Magical Creatures report?" Hagrid offered.
Harry hesitated, then sighed. "Yeah. Okay then."
Hagrid had always been the dominant one. He exclaimed gleefully at Harry's consent and immediately hoisted him up over his shoulder, leading him to the small wooden bed lit with candles on a bedside table."We don' have much room, Harry," he said, dropping the skinny boy onto the bed face up. "Looks like I'll jus' have t' get on top of yer." Harry was getting turned on as Hagrid dimmed the lights and climbed onto the bed to straddle him. A bed spring broke, but Harry was too entranced by Hagrid's magical fat to care.
He was smothered in it; he grinned as it jiggered its way over him like waves. It was warm and sweaty, textured in bushy hair and pink bumps. "That's okay, Hagrid," he said. "You feel really good."
"Yeh feel quite good teh meh too, Harry." Hagrid put his arms around Harry. "Goodness, Harry, yer tiny!"
"Let's just do it," Harry looked at him determinedly.
"There's nothin' else I woul' rather do, darlin'," Hagrid replied with love-sick eyes. He quickly scratched a bump on his left cheek and then proceeded to lower himself down onto Harry, trying to be careful not to squash him. "Yer all cold, Harry," he said. "No good bein' all cold in winte', I say."
Three minutes later…
"Harry! Yeh givin me a grea' ride! Yeh dick is a bi' small fer me though..."
"That's alright Hagrid, yours is an amazing size."
"Aw, thanks harry. Yer so gorgeous, yeh know."
It was silent for the next few minutes. Hagrid found himself carried away in the delightful sensation that had taken hold of him. "Harry, yeh alrigh' there?" he asked.
There was no reply.
"Shit, he's fallen into meh fat fold," he swore.
*underneath fat fold*
A small voice vibrated against Hagrid's stomach. "Hagrid! Hagrriiddd help! Haaaaaggg...rid."
Harry fainted.
To be continued…