Harry, Ron and Hermione finally being settled at Hogwarts after a week and a few days of back-to-school festivities allowed Harry to let the encounter with Arthur to go unto the back burner of his filthy mind. Being around Ron allowed Harry to manage his priorities and decide that his friendship was far too important to jeopardize. Arthur was a fantasy that Harry desperately wanted to fulfil, but, he didn't want to be a home wrecker to the only home he felt welcome in.
"Harry my boy," a stern, deep voice echoed so familiarly with a warm and consoling hand placed upon the small of Harry's back.
He knew who it was before he even turned around, and with entrancing excitement, a beaming smile and a quake of desire,
"HAGRID! Where have you been? I've missed you so," with that, Gagrid felt a tinge of discomfort being that no one knew his true identity, or feelings toward Harry. Harry let out a sigh of relief, knowing that Hagrid was by his side.
"C'mon now, my boy. Heard Dumbledore wanted to speak with you. Said it was important," Hagrid proclaimed, trying to mask the jealousy in his voice.
Gagrid wanted time with Harry, and although he felt a throbbing ache in his heart, as well as pants, for the boy who lived, he knew that he couldn't keep Harry from school, let alone the headmaster. Gagrid offered to walk with Harry, trying to treasure each special second he had with Potter before leaving him in the headmaster's care. As the equally sexually frustrated duo, both equally unaware of the other's sexual frustration, approached the doors to the headmaster's lair, Gagrid couldn't help but run circles in his mind of what Dumbledore wanted from the young man.
'I bet the old coot simply wants to spend time with his favorite student. Just trying to mask it up with the idea of something important so that nobody can give him any grief. Or maybe it is something important, and I'm just a selfish bastard for wanting time with the lad. I'm horrible for assuming anything at all..'
Gagrid put his hand on Harry's back and scooted him towards the headmaster's door, wishing him luck and regretfully turning his back on the boy, wishing they had more time for eachother. Harry opened up the door to the chambers, looking behind himself at Hagrid, waving goodbye with regret that his time with the giant was cut short. Harry stumbled in, tripping over his feet, flustered and eager to get his meeting with Dumbledore over with, so he could return to his day. Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes, greeted Harry with a shrill screech, alerting Dumbledore. The crusty old man poked his head up from below his desk, a broad smile on his face. He jumped up with the energy level of a child, excited to greet the boy.
"Come in, come in! So good to see you, Harry," Dumbledore said, smiling and rushing over.
"How are you doing, sir? What did you need?" Harry had an inquisitive look in his eyes, thoughts of Hagrid racing through his mind in a jumbled rush.
"Actually, I just wanted to spend some one on one time with you, get to know you better!" Dumbledore cried out, tripping over his own feet trying to grab two cups from a nearby cupboard.
Harry didn't know how to feel. He appreciated Dumbledore's presence, and loved him as headmaster, but didn't feel they had much to talk about unless it had to do with his parents, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, or some kind of task that Dumbledore had for him. Dumbledore grabbed a bottle of slug slime from the cupboard, muttering something about it being well-aged and full of flavor. Harry wasn't interested in bonding over drinks with Dumbledore, and the familiar queasiness of his Voldemort nightmares was slowly returning to the pit of his stomach.
"So, tell me, my boy, are you enjoying your time back at Hogwarts so far? How was your break? How are you doing in your classes? Silly me, I know you're doing great," Dumbledore rambled on and on, it almost seemed as though he was forgetting to take breaths between words.
"Actually, I have somewhere to be right now, sir. I'm sorry for not being able to stick around longer, but I'm in between things right now." Harry mumbled, anxious to hear the headmaster's response.
The light in Dumbledore's eyes grew dull, an expression of distress appearing on his face.
"Very well. Do as you must, little Potter," Dumbledore stated blandly, knocking over his cup of slime, muttering something under his breath.
Instead of cleaning up the mess, Dumbledore stared into the pool of fermented slime brew, watching it drip and ooze off of his desk. He started to twitch in the face, tremors in his hands getting more and more noticeable. Suddenly, Dumbledore raised his bony arm, bringing it down on the glass chalice with immense force, shattering it into hundreds of pieces. Harry, so close to the blow, was left with puncture marks in his arms, blood dripping from the wounds, glass shards poking out of his baby-like flesh. Fawkes burst into flames, falling away into a pile of ash. Where a baby phoenix would normally materialize out of the ashes, there was only a shaking pile, as though the baby version of Fawkes was cowering in fear. Harry yanked the chunks of glass from his skin, throwing them down onto the table, and re-arranging his robes. Dumbledore jumped up, rushing towards Harry with panic in his face. He tried to embrace Harry in his arms, a bellowing sob coming from his frail body. Harry put out his arms to keep Dumbledore back, horror in his eyes, and pain in his chest over the drastic personality changes Dumbledore was exposing in himself."Harry, please. I don't know what came over me just then. Let me help you, I can grab you some salve from my-," Harry cut off Dumbledore with a shake of his head.
"I have somewhere to be, sir. I apologize. I need to go." Harry hurriedly collected himself, and his things, scurrying out of the door while Dumbledore stood leaned over his desk, sobbing.
As soon as Harry closed the door behind him, he broke into a sprint, escaping around the nearest corner. He perched himself up against the corridor wall, crying. He was overcome with confusion, fear, anger, sadness, and pain. He wanted to find Hagrid simply for the comfort that the giant behemoth man offered to him. Harry wanted to be held, and cry in somebody's arms. The event that just occurred and the horror of Harry's nightmares were merging again, dreams and reality harder to decipher. Harry longed to be needed, but at what cost? Yearning with quaking fear and the arousal that follows as if his lust was always silhouetting the trauma he endures. Desperately needing to shake the cruel daydreaming, Harry was suddenly in front of G(h)agrids abode.
Pounding upon the giant giant's door, clueless Gagrid was already peering outside his window, longing for his nymph boy to come running to him after his endeavors with the… head master. Giddy with luck to his wishes being fulfilled but just as well ashamed of himself forcing to hide his longing glee, he opened the door with a mundane tone, "Harry, why are you here? I'm very busy here... I'd imagine you'd have better things to do with your time."
Still hoping that Harry would satisfy him by giving him any kind of attention, even more hopefully, satisfy his craving for his affection. Only now seeing Harry past his fog of unrequited lust did Gaggy realize the young boy's disarray. Immediately he scooped Harry into his arms to coddle him, unaware that his large face and mangled beard were nestled into Harry's neck, inhaling his scents so deeply, feeling his lips pursing against Harry's goosebump-covered skin.
Gagrid sat, holding the young man, thousands of thoughts racing through his eager brain. His lips felt so electric against Harry's flesh, and that was only on his neck. Gaggy couldn't help but wonder the ecstasy that would come from his lips being pursed around something else. Something much more hungry to have lips wrapped around- sliding, slipping, slurping, sucking, licking, tasting the flavors of a well-aged man. The giant man had to suddenly release his grip around Potter, coming back to reality, and the words that he'd apparently been tuning out in his time of dirty desires. He could feel the beast in his trousers starting to wake, trembling and aching for Harry's tight holes.
"And then he slammed his bloody glass of booze into the tabletop so hard that the glass shards shot into my arms! All because I didn't want to stay alone with him and get drunk... Who does that, Hagrid? I just don't understand... was he already drinking today? Since when does he drink, anyways? Especially while school is in session? And why in the world did he want to drink with me? I wish I had the answers. I really do. Everybody expects me to, but I don't Hagrid. I just don't!"
Harry silenced his own rant with deep, pained sobs, trying to utter bits and pieces of all the words he had locked inside of himself, but he couldn't even get that far. Gaggy lifted a gentle, oversized finger to Harry's buttery lips, motioning to quiet down. Harry's eyes widened, the tears lessening. The two locked eyes in a moment of pure intimacy, the greed within Gaggy's trembling pork whistle skyrocketing to new heights, and lengths. If only both of them knew how ravenous their temptations were. For Harry, he was lost in his lewd filth toward anyone who had ever established either dominance, authority or... nurture. Gagrid on the other hand, from the moment he held Harry outside of his horrible "Aunt and Uncle" and their hellish home, knew Harry was his purpose in life. Only now, feeling their purpose together was to be intertwined, and hopefully Gagrid to have Harry's bowely-guts intertwined with Gag's pulsating hound, flesh inside of flesh.
There was absolutely no way Gagrid could put Harry down without him seeing his nearly one foot... 6 inch furry-fucking-organ. Gagrid thought to himself 'how do I stop before it's too late?' Gag was soon to find out, there is no way to stop but one. Gagrid sat down with Harry upon his lap, fully erect, hands cradling his blood-rushing-blushed cheeks. Harry fully aware of the sizeable "elephant" in the room with him and couldn't help but lock his eyes unto the creature growing below him. With Gagrid's hands still holding the boy's face, "Oh, you like him? My furry pet? He wants to be a good boy for you, and only you."
Harry rippled as he felt the stiff groin gouger underneath him, breathing with life and longing for Harry's puckered, pulsating flower. He wanted Hagrid inside of him, exploring his undiscovered cavern, plowing through the mud. Harry could feel his urges intensifying, his primal instincts kicking in. He started to slowly glide his inexperienced body back and forth over the mound in Hagrid's pants, Hagrid's eyes widening and then slowly rolling back in his head.
"Harry... you... don't... have... to... do... this," Gaggy yelped between quickened breathing.
Harry snickered. "Of course I do, big boy," he whispered seductively, while continuing to tease Gag's bean stalk with his silky fingers.
Gagrid pulled Harry in closer, gripping his back with meaty phalanges, digging his untrimmed fingernails into the young wizard's robes, tearing them slightly.
"Now's your last chance to back out, my pet is absolutely ravished. I don't know how much longer I can hold him off, and I have no clue where his leash or collar are..." Gagrid smirked, knowing Harry and his spasming member couldn't say no. He could feel the young boy's whizz-popper expanding, ready to be sucked dry of every last drop of love potion he had.
Harry let out a whiny giggle, beyond ready for his tight orifice to be opened like the Chamber of Secrets. "Hagrid, I want you more than I've ever wanted anything."
Right as Gaggy lifted his quaking hands, ready to carry the boy off to his dungeon, Harry whipped out his wand and pointed it right at Hagrid's lap lizard.
"Engorgio," the clever boy shouted out, a beam of light shooting directly into Gag.
Gagrid let out a howl, his meat exploding with length and girth, nearly two times bigger than he was originally. "I'm ready, now," the young man whispered into Gag's veiny ears, "Take me before the death eaters do."