Dear Harry,
Come down to my house at 9 o clock tonight. I need to talk to you. Hagrid.

I'd received this note from Hagrid, so at 9 that evening I set off down to Hagrid's hut. Hagrid wa my best and only real friend since Ron and Hermione had eloped six months ago. Hagrid greeted me with a big hug as usual and huskily said

"Harry, won't ye come in?"

"Of course!" I eagerly replied, I never miss a chance to see Hagrid. He's always been so kind to me. I followed Hagrid through to his kitchen. He stood, facing me, hands on his hips, with a pained look on his haggard face.

"What did you want to talk about, Hagrid?" I asked. He didn't reply immediately, but staring deep into my eyes, he approached me, breathing heavily.

"You know Harry, I'm a lonely person. I've always felt unwanted; the odd- one-out; but since I met you... I've felt different."
"What do you mean by different, Hagrid?" I asked.
"Sexually different..." his husky voice replied. I stare, shocked.
"I think I should go, Hagrid!" I exclaim, my voice unusually high. I get up and make for the door, but he moves too quickly and his bulk blocks the doorway.
"W-w-what are you doing?" I ask, scared. He is too close for comfort.
"I want you Harry!" he growls. His hand shoots out and grabs my member. I gasp and try to run, but he is too strong. His other hand clamps on my shoulder to stop me moving, while he begins to stroke me skillfully. "Hagrid, don't, please Hagrid, please! Please stop!" I whimper, but he won't listen. He backs me into a table and unzips the fly of my trousers. I can't believe this is happening to me. I stare into those beetle eyes, and instead of being kindly as I once thought, I now see tunnels of darkness. This is worse than anything I've ever experienced. Hagrid has been like a father to me. No, not any more, no real father could ever do this.
All the while Hagrid has been moaning, hungrily. He binds my wrist to a pillar and pulls my trousers down, gasping happily as he exposes my member.

I feel his hand, groping, tugging and then he takes my hand and makes me touch him. It's really hairy, and sweaty. It throbs uncomfortably against my palm, and Hagrid moans, his eyes half closed as holds my hand there. I try to get away but he backs me against the pillar.
Suddenly Hagrid kneels down, his hands around my waist. I can tell what's going to happen...
"Stop that Hagrid!" I yell, but he ignores me. His mouth closes around my member, hot and wet. I scream for help but Hagrid ignores me and his tongue begins to wind around me. He starts to groan against me, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, down my leg. He breaks away, licking lips.
"I've been waiting for so long, just to taste you!" My eyes widen in horror.
Hagrid looks up at me, his eyes glinting evilly. He breathes heavily and slowly, as if considering something. "Yes" he groans "it's time. Oh god Harry, this is better than I imagined. You're so fresh, so young, so new."
I glare at him.
"Yes," I spit, "and you're so disgusting, so hairy, so sweaty!"
He growls at me, suddenly angry. I gulp, I should have known better than to anger him. He turns me over and out of the corner of my eye I see him taking a tube from a drawer. Behind me I hear a squelching noise as he squeezes something out of the tube, then he starts massaging it around my exposed arsehole. This is more disturbing than anything I can imagine, worse even, than I thought it would be. I'm traumatised as I feel him trying to slide his giant member into me. It's horrible, it hurts so much.
But Hagrid is obviously enjoying it. He's grunting, groaning and heaving away. It really, really hurts. I never knew a giant could have such a... giant down his trousers. But it's true.
Hagrid is screaming that he's coming. The door slams open, and Hagrid pulls out, surprised. I scream in pain.
I turn around to see Malfoy enter, enraged. I've never been so happy to see his ferret face. Hagrid is still dripping behind me.