Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or it's characters.
It started with a chance meeting in the bathroom. Ron was running late to breakfast again. He was trying to avoid Harry after the dismal Quidditch practice the day before. Ron rushed into the bathroom, and nearly ran headfirst into the sole occupant. Cormac McLaggen was leaning against a sink, with only a towel around his waist.
"Well, well", he sneered. "Look what we have here. The Keeper for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team."
"Shut up, Cormac", Ron muttered, his face red.
It was common knowledge that Cormac wanted to be Gryffindor Keeper, but was detained in the hospital wing during the Quidditch trials. Ron had caught Cormac looking at him resentfully ever since he had been awarded the Keeper position instead.
"I watched you in the match last week", Cormac continued, as if he hadn't heard Ron at all. "I've got to say, I've never seen a sadder match in all my life."
"Shut up!" Ron repeated, a bit louder.
"That third attempt at a save? You went in the opposite direction!" Cormac said, chuckling.
"Shut up!"
Ron was yelling now. He stood, facing Cormac, his face the shade of red one associates with a tomato.
"I know I'm bad", Ron said, forcing himself to keep tears from squeezing out of his eyes. "No need to rub it in."
Ron moved to leave the bathroom, but found his way blocked by Cormac.
"How about I help you?" Cormac said.
"Yeah, right", Ron replied. "All you want is the Keeper position. You'd try and sabotage me."
"Is that all you can think of, Weasley? Can you even name one time that I've cheated you?"
"You… um… er…"
Ron was stumped. While he didn't trust Cormac in the slightest, he couldn't think of one time that Cormac had cheated him.
"All I want is what's best for for the team", Cormac added, sounding sincere.
Ron thought for a moment.
"Fine", he said, finally. "I really need the help."
Cormac smiled a wide, predatory grin.
"Great", he said. "Meet me on the Quidditch pitch this evening at 5 o'clock for your first lesson."
That evening, Ron slipped out of the Gryffindor common room and made his way down to the Quidditch pitch. Cormac was already waiting for him, dressed in the Gryffindor colours. He was holding his and Ron's broom.
"Why aren't you in your Quidditch robes?" Cormac asked.
"Um… I didn't think it was necessary", Ron replied.
"If you're not going to take this seriously, I'm not going to help you. I expect to to be here on time in your Quidditch robes. If you don't, I will have to punish you. Go. Change now."
Ron didn't know what to make of Cormac's threat. However, he decided to play it safe; Cormac was teaching him how to play Quidditch better. Ron rushed off, and returned a few minutes later in gold and scarlet Quidditch robes.
"Good", Cormac said, as he paced up and down in front of Ron. "Now we can start."
Cormac stopped and looked directly at Ron.
"Mount your broom!" he ordered.
Ron grabbed the broom that Cormac offered, and swung his leg over it.
"No, no, no!" Cormac said, already exasperated. "No wonder you can't do anything. You don't even sit on your broom correctly."
Cormac approached Ron, and grabbed the front of his broom.
"First of all, you need to put your broom at a much higher angle", Cormac explained, as he pushed Ron's broom into the correct position. "You need to push the lower part of your body closer to the broom. Like so."
Cormac placed a hand on Ron's lower back, and pushed it towards the broom, while keeping the broom steady with his other hand. Ron could feel Cormac's hand press gently but firmly. As Cormac held Ron in that position so that Ron knew how to properly mount a broom, Ron could feel Cormac's hand slide down until it was pressing his arse. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling; Cormac wasn't hurting Ron. However, Ron didn't feel comfortable with Cormac's hand there.
"Now your turn", Cormac told Ron, as he removed his hands.
Ron mounted the broom again, as Cormac had instructed.
"Better", Cormac said, and promptly listed six ways Ron could improve.
Then, Ron took to the air, closely followed by Cormac. Cormac demonstrated where Ron should be flying when the Quaffle was heading the other way, and where he should move to when the opposing team got the Quaffle.
"For our next practice", Cormac explained, "when I will fly away from you, you act as if Gryffindor has the Quaffle. When I fly towards you, you act like the opposing team has the Quaffle. I will also aim for the goals. You must save all goals, or there will be trouble."
Cormac flew down and picked up a Quaffle that he had brought. For the next half an hour, Cormac drilled Ron. Cormac flew back and forwards, feinting to the left and right. Ron thought he did reasonably well. However, whenever Cormac tried to score a goal, Ron failed. Out of the five attempts at goal, Ron was only able to successfully block one, and, Ron admitted to himself, that was only because his broom accidentally hit the Quaffle away as it approached. When Cormac and Ron landed, it was already twilight.
"That was not good", Cormac began. "I was able to score four goals. That's four too many. And that goal you did save was more to do with luck than skill."
Ron winced at that comment.
"I see there's a lot more work for me to do", Cormac sighed.
Ron looked at the ground. He didn't like being reminded how bad he was, especially by someone he disliked, like Cormac.
"You missed four goals", Cormac continued. "That means four punishments for today."
Before Ron could work out what Cormac meant by 'punishment', Cormac had grabbed him.
"Oi", Ron yelled at the older boy, and tried to break free.
But Cormac was much stronger that Ron, and no matter what he did, Ron couldn't escape. Cormac dragged Ron into the changing rooms and sat down on one of the benches. He lay Ron on his stomach on his lap, and held him down with one strong hand. With his other hand, Cormac pulled up the Quidditch robes that Ron was wearing. Cormac then pulled down Ron's pants and underwear until his arse was showing. Ron yelled and struggled with renewed energy, but still couldn't get free. Cormac raised a big hand and brought it down on one cheek.
"One", Cormac said, as his hand made contact with Ron's arse. "Two. Three. Four."
With each number, Cormac smacked Ron's arse. After the four punishments, Ron was crying. He wasn't used to this; his parents were strict at times, but never smacked him.
Cormac pushed Ron off his lap and onto the floor. Ron quickly pulled up his pants and moved away from Cormac.
"Every time you miss a goal you get punished", Cormac said.
And without another word, Cormac turned, and walked back up to the castle in the darkening night.
The next week, at quarter to five, Ron hurried down to the Quidditch pitch to find that Cormac still hadn't arrived. He entered the changing room, and had just stripped down to his underwear in order to change into the Quidditch Keeper uniform, when Cormac sauntered in.
"I see you thought ahead this week", Cormac said. "Good."
"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed. "Don't you knock?"
"Only sometimes", Cormac retorted.
"Go away!" Ron said. "Let me change in private."
"Ah, but I like what I'm seeing", Cormac said, a sly grin on his face.
Ron could see that Cormac's eyes roaming across his body, lingering on the areas still covered up, as if imagining what lay beneath the cloth. Ron blushed, and turned away from Cormac. Cormac chuckled at Ron's embarrassment, and exited the change room.
This week's lesson was the same as the previous week's lesson. Ron attempted to protect the goals as Cormac threw the Quaffle across the pitch. Ron manages to save a goal – actually save, not just accidentally. However, by the end of the session, Ron had still failed to block six goals.
After the session, Ron rushed to the changing room as Cormac was putting away the Quaffle and the brooms, so that Cormac wouldn't be able to punish him for missing goals again. Ron had just taken off his Keeper garb when Cormac entered the changing room.
"In a hurry, are you?" Cormac asked.
"Yeah", Ron replied, refusing to look at Cormac's face. "I've got an essay to finish."
"Aren't we forgetting something?"
"Uh… no?"
Ron reached out for his clothes, but Cormac stepped across the room and pulled them away from him. Ron looked up at Cormac. Cormac had stripped off the gold and scarlet robes and the shirt he has been wearing. His chest was covered with a fine layer of sweat from the workout he had been doing. Ron and Cormac made eye contact.
"If you want my help", Cormac told Ron, "you need to accept the punishment when you fail."
Cormac loomed over Ron, his muscles bulging. Ron gulped. There was no way he could escape it this week.
"Alright", he said sullenly.
Cormac sat down on the bench next to Ron, and Ron lay over his lap. Cormac pulled down Ron's underwear down to his ankles. Ron could feel the cloth of Cormac's pants on his cock.
"One", Cormac said, as his hand made contact with Ron's arse. "Two. Three. Four. Five. Six."
Since Ron knew more or less what to expect, the punishment wasn't as much of a shock to him. However, it still hurt a lot. Ron was sure that he would be able to see a red handprint is he were to look. Cormac pushed Ron off him, and quickly turned to the door.
"See you next week, then?" Cormac commented, and left before Ron could reply.
Ron sat on the ground, his underwear still around his ankles, staring up at Cormac. He wasn't sure, but he thought that he saw a bulge in Cormac's pants when the older boy had stood up. These Quidditch lessons were getting stranger and more disturbing each week.
For his third lesson, Ron thought of a plan to stop the punishment. He changed into his Quidditch robes in an empty bathroom on the ground floor before heading out to the Quidditch pitch. He let Cormac teach him Quidditch, as before. But instead of hanging around to receive the punishment for failing to block six goals, Ron rushed back to the castle to get changed there. He was sure that he had escaped Cormac's punishment this week.
That evening, Ron sat alone at a desk in the corner of the common room, completing a particularly nasty Potions essay for Professor Snape. Harry had a detention with Professor Umbridge, again, and Hermione had gone off to ask Professor Flitwick a number of questions. Ron knew both would be gone for a couple of hours.
Ron was only disrupted from his work when someone sat down beside him. He looked up into Cormac's face, and looked back down guiltily to his essay.
"I have an essay to write", Ron told Cormac.
"I can see that", Cormac replied, keeping his voice even. "But you have a punishment to undertake. I waited for you at the Quidditch pitch, but you'd already left."
Beneath Cormac's seemingly calm façade, Ron could tell that Cormac was seething.
"I can't go on with this punishment thing", Ron said. "Thanks for the lessons, but the punishments are too much."
"I'm sure I could think of a different punishment, if you would like", Cormac said. "You only needed to ask. Punishments go hand in hand with the lessons. You can choose both, or none, but not just one. As it stands, you have a punishment waiting from earlier today."
As Cormac said this, he placed a hand on Ron's thigh.
"What are you doing?" Ron hissed at him.
"I'm giving you your punishment", Cormac replied.
Cormac moved his hand up Ron's thigh. Ron tried to move away, but he was stopped by the walls surrounding him.
"Stop!" Ron whispered loudly. He looked around to see if anyone had heard, but no one was looking job their direction. "Fine, I'll do the punishment. Just let's get out of here!"
"Too late", Cormac said. "I've already thought of a new punishment for you."
Cormac's hand had now reached Ron's groin. Cormac began to slowly massage Ron cock through his pants. He then undid Ron's pants, and slipped the hand into Ron's underwear. Ron groaned when Cormac's hand touched his cock.
"It looks like someone's getting off on this", Cormac teased.
Ron looked around the room again. A few first years were looking in his direction, but they hadn't noticed anything.
"I'm not the only one", Ron retorted. "I saw your boner last week when you were smacking me."
Cormac's hand began to stroke Ron's penis slowly up and down. Ron gasped. He had never had anyone else's hand on his cock before, and it felt a bit strange.
"What are you talking about?" Cormac said, defensively. His grip tightened on Ron's cock as he began to speed up his pace.
"You got turned on", Ron repeated. "No point in denying it." It was good to finally have something over Cormac.
"Alright", Cormac conceded, "maybe you're right. But you won't tell anyone. Otherwise I may just let slip that I gave you a handjob in the common room while everyone was around."
By now Ron was fully hard. He groaned again, as Cormac masturbated him at full speed. His hips involuntarily thrusted forwards into Cormac's hand. All this unfamiliar sensations pushed Ron over be edge quickly. He moaned a third time and came. A wet patch formed on his pants. Cormac removed his hand from Ron's pants, and stood up.
"I take it the lessons are over, then?" he asked.
When Ron didn't reply, Cormac continued.
"Shame. I quite enjoyed them."
When Cormac had gone, Ron rushed up to his room to change his pants before anyone noticed the wet patch. He promised himself that he wouldn't take lessons from Cormac again.