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Selfless Submission
"It's not that bad, Harry."
Luna's dreamy voice, though quiet, penetrated through the thick noise of both people talking and music being played. Harry jumped slightly, recovering from his boredom educed coma before turning to face Luna, who was staring up at the ceiling.
"Come on, Luna!" His voice was exasperated and yet maintained a hint of drowsiness. "This has got to be one of the dullest Christmas parties I've ever been to, and that's saying something considering I spent every Christmas up until my first year at Hogwarts locked in a cupboard."
"Well... at least the faeries are interesting. And I'm certain we'll be able to see a nargle tonight, what with all this mistletoe hanging around." She seemed unperturbed by Harry's obvious frustration, instead following one of the faeries with her bulging eyes.
Harry looked up, and began to watch them swirl around the golden lamp in the centre of the room, casting colourful light upon the people gathered beneath. The walls, already tent-like in appearance due to the hangings of emerald, crimson and gold which covered them, seemed even less solid as light flashed across them, making them dance and shimmer.
Of course, Harry had expected Slughorn's Christmas party to be dull. How could it possibly have been interesting when everyone attending was just so unexciting? But he really hadn't been prepared for this level of dullness. Even the music, which was quite loud, and the intensity of colour, supplied by both the light and the decorations, were not enough to prevent him from drifting off to sleep every few minutes.
The voices of various people filtered through the sound of the music, and Harry was able to hear small snippets of conversation.
"Well of course you must know that my father holds a very important place in the Ministry, being the Junior Executive Adviser to..."
"And so my uncle said that he would be delighted if I would come out with him some time and..."
"Because, as I've already said, I had been vehemently opposed to this from the very beginning and..."
However, as exciting as this all was to Harry, he just couldn't find the resolve necessary to maintain consciousness. So with little else to do, he just stood against the wall alongside Luna, gazing at the fluttering lights as if mesmerised. But just then he saw a face coming towards him through the crowd, and a smile spread across his face. "Hermio-"
"Harry! Quickly, you have to hide me. I've only just escaped that revolting Cormac McLaggen and I couldn't take another second of his attempts to grope me. Seriously, could he be any less obvious? " Her face was scrunched up in an expression of total disgust.
"Hermione," Luna's distant voice spoke just as Harry had opened his mouth to reply, "would you like me to take you outside for some fresh air? I wouldn't mind a nice walk in the dark, and the nargles seem determined to hide in the mistletoe. But I can't blame them for that with all of these people around."
Hermione, surprisingly, did not roll her eyes at this, but instead reacted with great enthusiasm. "Excellent idea Luna! Come on; let's go before he finds his way over here." And with that, she grabbed Luna's hand and practically dragged her from the room, leaving Harry standing alone against the wall, his expression one of shock.
Several agonisingly dull minutes passed, and Harry decided that it would be best if he made a quiet exit so as not to appear rude. Professor Slughorn had gone to the trouble of inquiring into Harry's timetable so that he would be able to set the party for a night on which Harry had nothing planned. Leaving this soon would certainly appear unappreciative. He also hoped to slip out unnoticed, in an attempt to avoid being drawn into some dry form of conversation with one of the people in attendance.
Fortunately, he had come prepared, extracting from an inside pocket of his elegant black dress robes his invisibility cloak. He looked around, checking to see if anybody was watching, and just as he was about to unfurl the cloak, a loud voice reached his ears.
"Harry," it called, and he spun around to see who it was, moving the hand which held the invisibility cloak behind his back as he did so. Cormac McLaggen was pushing his way through the crowd, headed straight for him. Harry quickly searched for an opportunity to escape, but before he could even begin to move, one of Cormac's strong hands was on his shoulder.
Before Cormac could speak however, Harry decided it would be best to cut him off and leave before he became trapped, held hostage by subjects of such boring and tedious natures as could knock a man unconscious. "Cormac, good to see you." His tone, even to him, sounded falsely cheerful. "If you were looking for Hermione, I'm sorry to say that I haven't seen her at all since the party started. Well, I really need to go, but if you find her could you tell her tha-"
"Actually, I was hoping to have a few words with you Harry." Cormac spoke, his dark eyes staring straight into Harry's green ones and his hand firmly grasping Harry's shoulder, making escape impossible. Harry stared back at Cormac, noting the fierce look of determination on his face and his slightly malevolent smile.
"Well, actually I was just about to lea-"
"Good. Now, what I really wanted to speak about was quidditch. It seems to me that you have been abusing your position as quidditch captain, and I believe it would be in everyone's best interest if-"
He was cut off suddenly by Harry's harsh voice, full of an anger which perfectly complemented the red colour that now tinged his entire face. "Listen to me McLaggen! I've already told you that there is no way I am going to give you the keepers position. Ron earned it. He saved all five goals, and you only managed four." He saw that Cormac's expression had changed into one of hostility, and that he was about to open his mouth to reply. "And don't you dare give me that crap about Ginny giving Ron an easy save just because she's his sister. You know as well as I do that she gave it her best."
His voice rang with a note of finality, and he turned to storm away. The hand upon his shoulder squeezed even tighter, almost painful now. Harry looked back at Cormac, his expression of disbelief switching to one of confusion as he saw that Cormac was chuckling softly, his smile arrogant and infuriating.
"Harry, Harry, Harry." His voice, rather than loud and furious as Harry had expected, was low and unsettlingly calm. "Yes, I know that Ron saved all five goals by himself. But I also know that I am the better keeper. You see, at first I didn't realise just what had happened. How could I have missed the quaffle when it was right there in front of me?" He was laughing again, this time slightly louder as Harry began to panic.
"But we both know that I didn't miss that quaffle. Not really, anyway. You see Potter; I know it was that girl, Hermione Granger, who cast a confundus charm on me at tryouts. That's why I missed it. You know I'm not lying, isn't that right Potter?"
Harry stared at Cormac, trying to regain his composure. "Well, if you think that I'm going to give you another go, then you're wrong. Ron was just as good as you were, and I made the decision as captain to make him the keeper. End of discussion." His voice remained powerful even as his insides squirmed. "Now if you would kindly let go of me, I think I'll be leaving." He brought his hand up to his shoulder and struggled to pry the older boy's hand away.
Cormac's hand squeezed tighter, causing Harry to wince in pain and cease his attempts to move away. He looked up and saw that Cormac's eyes now had a sinister glint in them.
"No Harry, you don't seem to understand the gravity of the situation. I could so easily tell a teacher that Miss Granger had used a charm to cheat a friend into the quidditch team, and that you yourself had been in on it." Harry began to feel slightly faint. "Of course, this would mean serious repercussions for the both of you, not least of all would be your removal from the team as captain. And of course, your dear friend Ron would most probably lose his position as well." He bared his teeth in a menacing grin at these last words.
Harry stared up at Cormac in shock, disbelief and concern swirling through his mind.
Hermione would die if she was suspended, or even given a detention. And Ron only just found his confidence. It would ruin his self-esteem forever if he found out that he was only made keeper because someone else cheated for him. I can't let McLaggen ruin everything like this. I won't let him do it.
Harry sighed heavily before looking up once more into the other boy's face. "What do you want? I suppose you'd like the Gryffindor keeper's position? I'm sorry, but I can't give it to you because it's Ron's. But instead, how about you take my place as captain? You can have it. Please, just don't punish my friends for something I did."
Cormac smirked and shook his head slowly in an irritating manner. "No Harry. I've lost interest in quidditch. Doesn't seem to appeal to me as much as it used to." His tone was suspiciously nonchalant. "No, What I really want..." He leaned in towards harry, his mouth at Harry's ear as he breathed these last words, "... is you."
Harry drew back, clearly shocked by this response. He stared open mouthed at Cormac for several seconds, waiting for something more, anything that would make sense.
He's got to be joking. What does he mean he wants me?
"W-What do you mean... err... exactly?" Harry's voice shook slightly and Cormac smiled.
"I mean," once again, he was breathing the words into Harry's ear, "I want you, Harry Potter. I want to feel you. To fuck you so hard that you scream. I want you to worship me. I. Want. You."
Harry blinked rapidly as Cormac's words sunk in, and then he stared back into those dark eyes as they watched him.
He wants WHAT! I can't.... That's just... sick. It's sick and – and...
"Tonight. It has to be tonight, because if it isn't I will be going straight to the staff room in the morning. You have only two choices Harry." His voice was composed and smug. "You can accept my proposition and it'll all be over tonight, or," he shrugged, "you can ignore it and ruin the lives of yourself and your friends." A few seconds passed in heavy silence. "So which will it be?"
No. But. No. I can't... I can't let him. I can't. No. What?
But then a small voice sounded inside his head.
It's not just about you. This is about Ron and Hermione as well, and they're your best friends. Sometimes you need to sacrifice something so that others can be can do this. It's nothing dangerous, and you can't put a price on the happiness of your best friends. You can't be that selfish. And it'll all be over soon...
Harry had been silent for over a minute now, however the smirk on Cormac's face had not diminished in this time. His expression had not become uneasy, but rather he appeared to have grown more confident.
"Ok." Harry's voice was soft, the sound of resignation tinged with sadness. "Where do we...?" He let the question trail off unfinished, looking down at the floor.
"Come with me." Cormac's voice held a snobbish quality as he pulled Harry roughly away from the wall. Harry had not been expecting this, and as a result he lost his balance, throwing both arms out before him to grasp Cormac's broad shoulders. The invisibility cloak, which until now had remained forgotten behind his back, fell to the ground, and he bent down to retrieve it before Cormac could see what it was. But he was too slow, Cormac's quick reflexes allowing him to snatch it from him and hold it out of reach.
The thin, silvery material swayed with the sudden movement and fell across Cormac's muscled chest, giving the appearance of a set of shoulders and a head floating several feet above a pair of legs. Cormac looked down at his missing body, confused for a second before realisation dawned on him, and he looked back at Harry with a wicked glint in his eye.
"Well, well, Harry. What have we here?" His grin grew impossibly wider as he watched Harry's blank face. "Do you know, I think this could be just perfect for tonight? Some privacy for us, and plenty of witnesses for me. That way, there's no chance of a hex hitting me when I'm not paying attention." He looked around quickly and then threw the cloak over both of them, pressing up against Harry who was now being held against the wall.
Cormac ground his crotch against Harry's as he leaned forward, swiping his tongue along Harry's lips.
"What are you doing?"
"Shhhh... Wouldn't want anybody to discover us like this now, would we?" Harry, who had been about to protest, closed his mouth, his eyes burning with humiliation. "We will be completing our little deal right here, right now. So you'd better quiet down unless you want somebody to hear us."
He pressed his lips against Harry's, forcing his tongue into his mouth. His tall, muscular frame held Harry securely against the wall while his hands roamed over Harry's body, groping him through the fabric of his dress robes as he continued to grind against him.
Harry peered anxiously past Cormac, casting his eyes around to see whether anyone at the party was looking in their direction. The music had, however, covered up the sounds of his initial protests, and people continued their conversations completely unaware of what was happening just metres from them.
Cormac deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue deep into Harry's mouth and crushing their faces impossible closer so that his powerful jaw pushed painfully against Harry's skin. Once breath became absolutely necessary, he pulled back, smirking at Harry.
"Now you're going to do exactly as I tell you, or the deals off." To emphasise this point, he ground his hips roughly into Harry's once more, breathing a silent moan as he did so. One hand moved up into Harry's hair, grabbing a handful and drawing Harry's face to his own for another deep kiss. The other trailed down Harry's side, coming to rest on his arse before squeezing roughly.
Harry could feel Cormac's massive hard on pressing against his stomach each time the taller boy ground against him. His hands clung to Cormac's firm back as his own back scraped against one of the silken gold hangings adorning the walls. The colourful lights illuminating the room would prevent anyone from noticing its movement, as every hanging in the room appeared to be moving along with the flashes of colour.
"On your knees, Harry," growled Cormac, swinging them both around so that now his back was resting against the wall. Harry lowered himself tentatively, looking up into the smug face above him. "Oh, and I almost forgot," his voice was almost innocent as he reached into his pocket and withdrew his wand, "Removulus."
Harry looked down to see that he was now completely naked, his prominent erection standing tall even though he wished that this wasn't the case. A blush rose in his cheeks as he looked back up at Cormac, who was surveying him lustily.
"Harry, I've wanted to fuck you for so long. That arse of yours is one of the sexiest I've ever seen, and it would be a shame not to claim it first. That's why I tried out for quidditch actually." His voice was irritatingly cool. "I wanted to display my irresistible body in those showers and make you want me. But, I guess I didn't need to waste my time after all." He shrugged, moving his hands down to unbuckle his belt.
Harry's breathing accelerated as first the belt was removed and then the fly unzipped before his very eyes. He was not surprised to find that Cormac had gone commando, however the size of Cormac's cock made him swallow nervously.
"Huge, I know." His tone was boastful as he looked down at Harry kneeling before him. "But just look at me. How could you expect anything less?"
Cormac was tall and had an athletic build, with broad shoulders, a handsome face and a well toned chest that was evident even beneath his dress robes. His lower half was just as impressive, with a firm arse, powerful thighs and a thick cock that looked to be around ten inches long.
Self absorbed git. He'd probably fuck himself if he could. And how is that supposed to fit inside of me?
"Now suck me Harry."
Harry, unsure of what exactly he was supposed to do, move forward slowly until the head of Cormac's cock was enveloped by his lips. He began to suck, swirling his tongue around the head before taking in even more of the huge member.
"Mmm..." came the soft moan from Cormac as he moved his hands through Harry's hair. "That feels so good Harry. Mmm... yeah, take more." Cormac held Harry's head and began to thrust the end of his cock in and out of Harry's warm, wet mouth, moving gently as more and more entered into the warmth with each thrust.
Harry grasped Cormac's thighs, trying to stop his thrusting movement, but he was unable to. Cormac's thick cock was now almost touching the back of Harry's throat, and Harry tried to tell him that he couldn't take anymore. The cock in his mouth made all words unintelligible though, and so Harry was powerless as Cormac continued to thrust deeper.
The tip brushed against the back of Harry's throat, already leaking copious amounts of pre-come into Harry's mouth. Harry gagged, and Cormac smirked down at him. "You'll be taking it all, Potter." And with that, he shoved the entire length of his cock down Harry's throat, moaning at the sensation. Harry gagged violently for several seconds, swallowing and eliciting a louder moan from Cormac.
"You were made for this Potter. To pleasure me." Cormac drew his cock from Harry's mouth, allowing him to draw in a breath before thrusting back in and continuing to fuck his face.
This continued for several minutes, Cormac's moaning increasing in volume until Harry was certain that others would be able to hear it. He needed to finish this quickly.
He swirled his tongue around Cormac's cock, and Cormac let out a small whimper and shot his seed down Harry's throat. Harry swallowed, tasting the unusual flavour of Cormac's seed as he did so and struggling not to let any escape from his mouth.
Cormac withdrew from Harry's mouth, removing his hands from Harry's hair and sliding down the wall, the invisibility cloak floating down on top of them. Cormac had his eyes closed and a satisfied grin plastered across his face. Harry was panting heavily, trying to regain his breath.
The voices of those at the party once more drifted to Harry through the blaring of the music as he sat there, hidden beneath the invisibility cloak, completely naked. Cormac shifted and Harry looked around to see him staring at Harry hungrily, his cock once more erect and standing hard against his robes.
"On your hands and knees, Harry. I've still got loads more where that came from." He winked in an attempt at sexiness, however to Harry, who was feeling disgusted, it only increased the smugness which radiated from him. Cormac pulled out his wand once more, and Harry watched as this time Cormac's clothes disappeared, leaving him completely naked.
Now Harry was able to fully appreciate just how well muscled he was, noticing the toned chest and bulging biceps. He wondered how he could possibly have any more juice left after depositing so much into Harry's mouth already, and seeming to read Harry's mind, Cormac smirked. "It's all about endurance, Harry. And now you're going to feel my cock up your hot little arse. Feel me inside you, pounding into you until you scream."
Harry stared at him, and his self-absorbed appearance seemed to falter for a moment, briefly being replaced with anger. "I said hands and knees, Potter."
Harry moved slowly into position, Cormac brushing against him due to the restriction of the invisibility cloak. He then felt Cormac's cock rub against his arse, smearing pre-come over the pale, flawless skin. He watched as two strong arms positioned themselves on either side of his own, and felt firm muscles press against his back. Legs pushed his own further apart, and he could feel breathing against his ear.
"So..." Cormac breathed, allowing some of his weight to rest on the body beneath. "Are you ready for me?" Cormac's tongue traced along the shell of his ear before running down his neck.
"A-aren't you going to... I mean, well, don't you need to... prepare me, um, before-"
His panicked whispering was cut off by a soft chuckling beside his ear. "No, Harry. We're doing this rough. You're going to feel me, and you're going to beg for me to fuck you harder... faster."
Harry swallowed, feeling again the huge length pressed against him. Cormac moved his hand down Harry's body, tracing a path down his side and to his arse. He held his cock while supporting most of his weight on the other hand, and positioned it at Harry's entrance.
Without another word, Cormac pushed into Harry, the head of his cock passing through the tight ring of muscle. Harry whimpered, feeling intense pain as Cormac continued his long, slow thrust. He moved at a maddeningly slow pace, and it was all Harry could do to hold back the scream that threatened to escape his lips.
At last, after minutes of agonising pain, Cormac stopped, his cock entirely sheathed within Harry. Heavy breathing filled Harry's ears, and sweat dripped down his face.
"Can you feel me Harry?" Cormac spoke in a saucy voice into his right ear. "Do you want me?" He thrust ever so slightly, and Harry whimpered as a fresh wave of pain washed over him. "Do you... need me?"
Anything. Anything but this. I can't take it. I don't... I can't... I need...
"Move." Harry's voice was slightly louder than he had intended, nonetheless maintaining a note of desperation. Cormac chuckled, a strained, triumphant sound before he drew his cock almost entirely out of Harry.
"Take it all." He thrust in powerfully, his balls slapping against Harry's arse.
"Ahhh." Harry had been about to shout due to the pain when Cormac's cock brushed against his prostate and pleasure like he had never felt before surged through him. Cormac drew back out and once more rammed the full ten inches of his cock back into Harry, establishing a steady pace.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh. Harry... fuck... your arse is so... ugh... tight." His voice was breathy and barely louder than a whisper, but Harry heard ever word so clearly you'd think he wasn't in a room full of people and music.
"Ohh..." Each stroke earned another soft moan from Harry as Cormac's thick cock brushed against his prostate. His arms were quivering as they struggled to hold both his own and Cormac's weight up, as the larger boy was now focusing all his strength on pounding into Harry.
The rhythm continued for what seemed to Harry an eternity but was probably around ten minutes. The sound of heavy breathing and skin colliding with skin was only punctuated by infrequent outbursts from Cormac.
"Yeah. Yeah."
"Feel my cock, Harry."
"So hot. Ugh, ugh, ugh."
Harry couldn't take it anymore, climaxing and spilling his seed onto the floor beneath him. He shuddered and his arms collapsed so that his head was now resting on them as Cormac pounded into his raised arse. His muscles clenched around Cormac's huge cock, and this drew from him a long moan.
However he was not finished, and seemed determined to carry on. Harry felt exhausted, but the waves of pleasure continued to come. Cormac maintained his rhythm, and pounded his arse just as hard.
"You... see... Harry." His sentence was broken by his own heavy panting. "I can... keep... going. I... own... you." Each of these three words was followed by an even stronger thrust than the last. And then the rhythm broke.
"Ahhhhh!"
Cormac's hands gripped Harry's hips so tight that Harry was sure there would be bruises. His body shook and Harry felt Cormac's seed fill him, warm and wet. He slumped down onto Harry, pressing all his weight onto the body beneath. Both boys panted hard, drawing in ragged breaths.
Several people had turned at the sound of Cormac's cry, however they could see nothing. The invisibility cloak still covered them, caressing bare skin. As they lay there, minutes passed without any movement other than the rising and falling of chests. Then Cormac rolled over, settling next to Harry and turning to look into his green eyes.
Cormac smiled, his teeth gleaming and his eyes sparkling. He had his wand in his hand, and muttered something, the result of which was that he was now fully clothed. Harry remained naked.
"Well, Harry." His voice was once more supercilious and confident. "We both know you enjoyed that immensely. Maybe we'll see each other again sometime... if you're lucky." And with that, he stood up, dropping the invisibility cloak back onto the floor so that it covered Harry's naked form.
He smirked, turned, and left, strutting through the crowd of people who remained totally oblivious to what had just happened right under their noses.
The End
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