Hagrid thrashed back and forth against the ropes that restricted him to a tree. The tree wobbled, but Hagrid stayed put. He realised that his wrists were secured at the back by a pair of metal handcuffs.

I wonder why I'm tied up li' this, he wondered. I don' have any information to give t' You-Know-Who.

And that's when he saw him - Harry.

The hairy stick between his legs went up so fast that his pants ripped. Gliding forth like an elegant ghost, Harry stopped at his feet and smiled up at him, glasses slightly askew just like they were on the first day Hagrid met him. "Hey Hagrid. I've missed you."

Hagrid could not respond, because his jagged breaths began to constrict his throat at such a rapid rate.

With a seductive smile, Harry slipped off his glasses, dropped them, and crushed them against his foot.

The hairy stick shot up.

Harry undid the first button on his shirt.

The hairy stick shot up.

He's alive, thought Hagrid excitedly. My hot, sexy, sweaty lil' boy's alive!

Harry had now fully removed his shirt, and was advancing on Hagrid. "Take yours off," he ordered.

"I-I wish I could, Harry," rasped Hagrid. "Bu' meh hands are in handcuffs."

Harry raised an eyebrow, "REOOOWWW!"

There was an awkward silence.

"So er, Harry, d'yer think you could take meh shirt off? 'Cos I need yer- OH GREAT BLOOMIN' HIPPOGRIFFS, WHAT'RE YER DOIN'?"

Harry had Hagrid's umbrella clasped in his hand, and was inching his way towards him slowly. And oh so agonisingly.

Hagrid's hairy stick dripped with sexy sweat, and his heart pumped hard and fast against his chest.

This was it. This was the moment.

Harry stopped about a foot's length away from Hagrid, eying him curiously. "What did you say, Hagrid? Did you want me to take your shirt off for you?" he asked innocently, voice barely above a whisper.

Hagrid groaned. The boy was teasing him to no end.

"Yes," he said. "Take meh shirt off. Take everything off."

Harry pointed the small, pink umbrella, and within seconds, Hagrid was standing naked against the tree. His bare back rubbed against its bark, thick hairs getting caught.

Harry then pointed pointed the umbrella at himself, and looked back at Hagrid with a sexy expression. Naked.

"You're so amazin'," said Hagrid.

"I know." Harry smiled. "RRREEEOOOOWWWWWW!"

Harry knelt down and embraced Hagrid's lower half with his lover's arms, planting a slow kiss on his torso. Several hairs got caught in his mouth.

Hagrid shivered involuntarily, moans increasing as Harry began to lower his mouth down. His chin found itself in between Hagrid's legs... ohhh... his mouth opened ever so slightly... fuck, my sexy boy is almost there...

Then, all of a sudden, Hagrid was face-to-face with a pillow.

It was wet; he must have drooled on it. As a matter of fact, his entire bed was wet.

And then it all came crashing down with a tragic realisation: It was a wet dream.

"RREEEEOOOOOOWWWWWW!" howled Fang.

Hagrid desperately willed himself to get back to sleep to finish off the fantasy. But alas, it was too late.

Harry was still dead.