The Doctor stepped out of his TARDIS into the Forbidden Forest, surrounding Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hamlet followed him close by, having made friends with the Doctor, and quickly becoming his next companion. They spotted a man, sitting on a fallen down tree trunk, muttering to himself and licking his lips. The Doctor walked over.

"Hello, I'm the Doctor... could you perhaps... tell me where we are?"

The man looked up, glaring. "Who's asking?"

"Er... I just said, I'm the Doctor" he repeated, grinning broadly. This is my friend, Hamlet.

The other man licked his lips again and stood up, holding a bit of wood and pointing it at the Doctor. "Get me out of the area, quickly, and I won't kill you."

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. He didn't much fancy death threats, especially ones given with the threat of a stick.

"Fine, fine. I don't mind giving people a ride. C'mon."

The Doctor led the odd man back to the TARDIS. He smiled, waiting for the man's reaction as he walked in, but the man simply sat down on the seats, looking bored.

The Doctor frowned.

"So where to, Mr..."

"Crouch." the man said simply, then licked his lips again, and smirked. He pointed his stick once again at the Doctor, then muttered something the Doctor could not seem to make out, as it was no alien language he knew. Why hadn't the TARDIS translat- Suddenly he felt an odd, warm wave overcome him, and found himself becoming increasingly aroused. His eyes widened, and he looked at Hamlet, hoping he hadn't noticed anything. But Hamlet seemed to be having the same problem, and was biting his lip.
Hard.

Crouch smirked and stood up, then walked between the two men. "Don't need a ride. But I do need a place to hide out for a bit."

He flicked his wand, and the Doctor instantly felt his arousal become more unruly.

Hamlet was gasping now, and Crouch was grinning madly. He flicked his wand again, and both men's pants simply disappeared.

The Doctors tried to focus on Crouch, and find a logical reason to his power, but found his mind too preoccupied at the moment to focus on such things.

Crouch slowly stepped over to the Doctor and grabbed the back of his head, kissing him passionately. The Doctor found himself not able to push him away, but not having the slightest want to, either. Hamlet came closer to the two men, apparently not by free will. Crouch ended the kiss with the Doctor, and began a new one with Hamlet. He flicked his wand once more, and suddenly, there were no clothes to be found on anyone. Hamlet looked wildly startled, and the Doctor looked deeply amazed.

Any startle or amazement was soon forgotten as Crouch placed his wand on the console and began to use both hands to release both men simultaneously.

The Doctor gasped, his knees buckling. He fought hard to keep himself standing. Hamlet, on the other hand, had no such ability, and was clutching onto the railing beside him, moaning softly.

Crouch appeared to be getting off from only the sounds the two other men were making, and was madly flicking his tongue over his lips.

After a few more moments of Crouches expertise movements, Hamlet was the first to come, shuddering and gasping for air.

At this, the Doctor could no longer hold himself. He groaned and felt the release he'd been so desperate for, then bit his lip and found himself also grabbing for the railing behind him, in order to keep himself upright.

Crouch smirked and grabbed his wand, waving it. Any mess the three had made was now simply... gone. No trace that anything had happened.

Crouch smiled at the two, flicked his wand again, and left without another word.

The Doctor brushed his hair from his sweaty forehead and glanced at the seats. His and Hamlets clothes were back, and neatly folded for them.