Chapter 21: There's a cooking section!?

(Disclaimer in chapter 1!)

Harry sighed as he wandered around the halls.

God, I'm so bored. I could have enjoyed some music, but nooo... Sirius and Remus had to go and have sex in the middle of the music room. He sighed. Wish there was something here to do…

As if someone heard his pray, footsteps sounded close by.

"Hey Harry, what're you doing here?" Harry turned to see Ginny walking over, all flushed and bright.

"What's up, Gin? Had fun?" He grinned at her but it looked a bit forced and Ginny immediately noticed.

"What's wrong? You're looking a bit down." The red head frowned as she took in his stressed appearance.

"Nothing, I suppose,"

Ginny didn't look convinced so he nodded. "You're right; it's just that I feel all weird like I need to do something and yet I can't. I thought about music but Remus and Sirius are busy there… and while hot, I just can't watch…well, I would have but McGonagall interrupted my daydream about them and it kinda deflated me big time…" he trailed off when he saw Ginny's raised brow. "Sorry, I'm babbling."

"It's cool, relax." She frowned as she took in his problems. "So if you feel too stressed, why don't you go and get laid? It always works for me."

Harry frowned, never thought about that. He shook his head. "I can't, sneaking out for one of Lilo's movies is okay but just for sex? I'll get caught."

The red haired girl rolled her eyes. "Where's your Gryffindor sense of fun? Or Slytherin cunningness? The ROR is always useful- I should know- and you have the map, so no one is going to follow you. Just go, I'll cover for you."

Harry stared. "Really? Just like that?"

Ginny snorted. "Of course not! You need to get dressed first!" Harry looked at what he had on; just a regular school robe and he had to admit it was somewhat conspicuous.

"Well, what am I supposed to wear?"

It seemed to be the answer Ginny was looking forward to. Grabbing his arm, she dragged him all the way to his room where she went on about stripping him and dressing him up.

As he tried out his clothes, Ginny read the magazine 'some like it hot- I like it burning' while sitting on his bed, occasionally looking up and declaring the outfit unfit.

"So Harry, did you really touch yourself in front of all the senior years?" Ginny asked, eyes still not moving from her page.

Harry blushed. "Didn't mean to!" Ginny snorted and he explained. "See, there I was all innocent and all and then Severus tells me to come up to the stage and tell everyone what I do after a wet dream." He groaned as he zipped his black jeans up. "God, his voice was low and hot and trust me I almost came just from its sound. But hearing him talk about my dreams, dreams that are mostly about him…I couldn't help myself." He whined and Ginny snorted once again.

"You really need to get laid." (a/n: or so our readers and muse keeps telling us.)

Harry flopped on the bed next to her, shirt still held in his hand. "I know! But the time and everything…maybe I should go, if only for the sake of fresh air."

Ginny nodded. "Harry? How do you give the perfect blowjob?" The boy cocked his head in surprise.

"Huh?"

She showed him the rag. "See it says here that the more you use your tongue the better it is, is that true?"

Harry shrugged. "Depends really. I mean some like it when you do but others like it to be more firm, you know- using your lips?"

"What about finger-fucking?"

Harry snorted. "What about it? And besides why do you want to know? You're with Luna. Isn't that a bit unnecessary? What's with the male anatomy questions?"

Ginny frowned. "Just wondering…what about-"

Harry shook his head. "Ginny!" he waited till she raised her head before continuing. "How about you'll go to the library, in the cooking section-"

"There's a cooking section!?"

"Yeah, and don't interfere! Anyway, where was I? Oh, right. Go there and you'll find a book titled 'The book of cream and sugar.' Read, it'll tell you all you need to know."

"From a cook book?"

Harry shook his head at her innocence. "It's not a cook book, trust me. Read it and you'll find out."

Ginny agreed, before catching sight of the shirt he planned on wearing. "Eww, haven't you learned anything from being in the movies? That shirt's gross. Here wear this." She handed him a pink shirt with a rainbow colored butterfly on it. The words on the back saying 'be free, be yourself'.

Shrugging, he put it on.

"Well I'm going now; you have fun and please take care of Lyra?"

Ginny nodded as she flipped another page in her magazine before frowning at him, "I though Colin was taking care of her."

Harry stared at her incredulously, "Do you really think I trust Colin Creevey?"

Ginny nodded, "So true, did you know he once stole a dirty towel of yours? Anyway have fun." She grinned as she watched him leave the room.

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Merlin, it's been a long week, Harry thought as he walked down the magicked tunnel from the room of requirement, feels more like a month. Thank heavens for weekends.

When he got to the other end and opened the sliding, concealed door, he had to blink a second in order to adjust to the pink and blue neon lights that suddenly blinded him.

Ah, He thought as he entered the shop with the loud display lights, The place where you face your deepest pleasure, for enough money. The place where fantasies are formed and knowledge is gained, samples of pleasure beyond imaginable, in the right hands. A beautiful place, sex shop. All a Young mind needs to get corrupted.

He looked around, walking down the aisles slowly as he inspected the different toys and implements. He got to the end of the aisle he was in when something very interesting caught his eye. Not something, but rather, someone. Tall, well built, cute ass, strong arms… And he was looking at a display of paddles while holding a wooden one in his hands.

Harry's eyes widen as his stomach gave a jolt, the way the man was holding the wooden device spoke of knowledge and experience. Harry couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like getting his ass spanked like that. He had gotten spanked sure, hell his first time was right after Kevin, who played Gavin, spanked him bare ass with his hand.

But it's a whole lot different with a paddle, his mind supplied and Harry knew it was the truth. While getting spanked with someone's hand was quite hot, it wasn't as hard as it could be. The whip also gives another sensation as it hits one place hard and the other less.

But a paddle, oh…he could only imagine the pain it might bring. Could only wonder at the heat that would undoubtedly spread all over his red ass.

He bit his lip before he smiled as an idea took over.

Well, Ginny did say I should get laid…should it really matter with whom?

Harry walked over to tall, dark and mysterious (a/n: sorry Dual Worlds, I loved that description,) and leaned over his shoulder as if to check the paddle from a closer look.

"Hey there," he started, "do you need someone to try that on? I promise I'll keep an open mind to any ideas."

The stranger jumped, almost dropping the paddle in his haste to turn around. "N…no…I mean it's not like…forgive me…I…Harry!?"

Harry stared. The not quite-so stranger had turned around and even without the man's conformation that they've met, he would have recognized that Scottish accent anywhere.

"Wood? Oliver, is that you?" Harry gaped at his one-time captain in shock. Never, had he thought to see him of all people in here. "What are you doing here?"

Oliver wood grinned, obviously over the sudden shock of seeing Harry Potter in a sex-shop. "I could ask you the same question as I'm not the one who's sneaking out of school."

Harry flushed. "Yes, well. Hmm…" he trailed off, not sure how to continue. It didn't help that he found himself thinking on how stupid he was for actually coming on to his quiddich captain no matter how hot the man looked.

"It's been a long time, Potter. Certainly grown up a lot." Oliver's gaze trailed his body slowly, leaving no doubt in Harry's mind that he was being checked out.

"Right back at you," Harry smiled, nerves coming back. "Certainly looking firm," he grinned once more, "those quiddich training sure help a lot. Your muscles are so big..!"

Oliver nodded, mind catching on to the hidden pun with practiced ease. "Oh yes, one could say that. Why? Do you want to feel how truly hard I am?"

Harry raised a brow, wondering and wanting but still unsure if he should. There is a difference after all in sleeping with a stranger than with a friend.

"Is that an invitation, Oliver? I didn't know you were that kind of guy."

The older teen shrugged. "Most don't, except a few. And yes, it was an invitation, if you want it?"

The boy-who-lived cocked his head to the side as a small smile pulled on his lips. "Oh, I definitely want it…but…" his smile turned wider "I also want this."

Oliver frowned before he looked at what Harry was watching. He raised his eyebrow, surprised but eager. "Why Harry, you sure have changed since the innocent little boy you once were."

With that he picked the wooden paddle he held and went to pay. Harry lingered for a few moments; both staring at some of the instruments and picking up a few he wanted himself.

"Ready Harry?" Oliver was back with a brown bag in his hand. "Or is there something else you wanted?"

With a hidden smile, Harry raised a hand in the international sign of 'wait a minute' before he walked down one of the aisles he passed and picked up a few more things.

Oliver grinned at his purchases, watching him pay for them.

"So where to?" Harry asked as both stood outside the shop, Harry with his head bowed down so no one could see his scar.

"I live two blocks away from here, makes things easy to get."

Harry nodded as he hurried after his current playmate.

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"What do you think?" Oliver said throwing their purchases on the counter top of his apartment.

Harry looked around the room, seeing it clearly as the bachelor's pad it was.

Elegant and yet still simple, showing the occupant's taste and interests at the same time.

"Where's the bedroom?" he asked by the way of answering.

Oliver grinned as he gulped down the beer he just drank. "Eager huh?"

Harry shrugged as he took off his shirt. "I've been without sex for a whole week, I think I displayed enough patience to last me a life time." His pants came off next and Harry grinned when he saw Oliver checking him out. "Now, are you going to fuck me or not?"

Oliver's expression changed in a second and Harry gasped when the man stalked over and grabbed his hair tightly in his fist. "Talking back to your superior, Potter?"

Harry shook his head, mutely.

Wood's stare never left his eyes as he slowly led the boy to his bedroom, picking the brown bags on his way.

"Definitely needs to be punished, I think." Oliver spoke as he threw the boy to the bed. "Hands and knees Potter and make it fast."

Harry never thought he followed a command as fast as he did right now.

"Such an eager boy you are." Oliver said, his hands trailing over Harry's body gently. "Eager for a cock, my cock."

Harry nodded with a small flush on his cheeks. "Can tell you're no longer a virgin, lucky man the one that took you. But you know what that means don't you?"

Harry shook his head. "It means that since you're not pure, I expect my every command to be obeyed, I want to see you at my mercy, begging for me. Can you do it, Harry? Speak!"

"God yes, please."

It was the correct answer, Harry assumed, as just as fast as he answered, a sharp sting appeared on his ass.

"Would you like another one?"

Harry nodded, not sure if he was allowed to speak just yet.

Oliver grinned as he swung the paddle once more, this time it was the sound rather than the sudden pain that made Harry jump but he quickly moaned at another hit.

It went on like this; Oliver hitting him with the paddle and asking him if he wanted more and Harry nodding and pushing his ass back. Seconds could have gone by or maybe hours, Harry couldn't find it in himself to care.

His ass was sore and red and burned so sweetly that Harry knew he would come whether he would be touched soon or not.

Oliver, understanding that, simply reached over and Harry groaned as he felt him attaching a metal cock ring on him.

"Hush pet, you didn't get permission to come, now did you?"

Harry shook his head and moaned when Oliver slapped him once more.

"God, your ass is gorgeous." Oliver whispered and Harry jumped when he felt a tongue licking and caressing his hole.

Uncaringly, he pushed his ass back, wordlessly begging for more. Oliver didn't seem to mind.

"Fuck, hand me the condom and lube, Harry."

Harry clearly didn't want to move from his spot but he also wanted to come and if it took Oliver fucking him for him to do so than he sure as hell didn't mind.

Giving the items to Oliver, Harry was disappointed when the older boy didn't immediately use them; instead Oliver reached into one of the bags and pulled out a purple dildo.

Harry's eyes widened at the size; at least 5 inches wide but definitely nine and half long (if not more), he wondered if it would fit.

Oliver held the plastic cock firmly in his hand and smirked when he caught sight of Harry's expression. "It'll fit don't worry, and if not, well…" he grinned for a second before his face blanked.

"Fuck it."

Harry bit his lip as he reached over to take the toy from Oliver's hands. Oliver, however, didn't let go. "I'll hold it, you'll ride it." He said when Harry opened his mouth.

The boy-who-lived nodded with a small blush. God, why the hell am I blushing? I did worse in my last movie. With a shake of his head, he raised his knees up and slowly sat on the dildo.

Harry bit his lip as he felt the first few inches slid into him, god that feels good. He moaned when Oliver's other hand pulled him further on the toy. He didn't even care about the small twinges of pain that came from not being stretched first, the pleasure of feeling something thick and long pressing into each wall in his ass, stretching him and filling him so sweetly that he couldn't help but push himself even further on the toy until more then half was inside.

Oliver, however, seemed to have a different idea. While Harry was satisfied in taking it slow, Oliver wasn't. The man grabbed Harry's shoulder hard and pulled him down fast, letting another three inches enter.

Harry gasped and grabbed Oliver's hand, silently telling him no. The boy nodded and Harry let his hand go. He couldn't help but groan and writhe when Oliver used his free hand to play with his hard cock. Pulling it and caressing it so divinely that Harry pushed forward for more, gasping in shock as the last few inches were shoved in.

"Told you it will fit." Oliver gasped as he stroked the boy's cock. Harry was to busy panting to formulate a response.

"Ride it Harry."

Harry nodded and slowly rose up before pulling down again, glad that Oliver's hold on the plastic cock prevented it rising with him. He shook his head of all thoughts but feel and rose again.

Oliver's hand traced his body as he rose and fall to the beat of his heart; boom, up, boom down, and so on, feeling his body swallow the dildo inch by inch before releasing it only to start again right after.

Suddenly Harry fell on the bed when Oliver's hand let go of the dildo, allowing it to follow him as he rose once more and making him lose his balance.

"Wha?" he couldn't finish as Oliver quickly pulled the rubber cock out and shoved himself in. dimly Harry wondered when he managed to put on the condom and rub the lube, but when Oliver started fucking him in earnest, he found himself not caring.

He mewled when Oliver's hands grabbed his thighs painfully, knowing that he'll bruise. He almost screamed when Oliver's thrusts became more frantic but decided instead to beg; beg to come, beg for more…he really didn't care.

His current owner didn't seem to care either, that is to say that he didn't seem to care what Harry wanted, completely ignoring his words, making him groan and beg even harder.

"Please…oh god…please Oliver…I need to come…please…" he gasped when Oliver stilled for a moment and felt him come in him.

After a moment, Oliver pulled himself out and stared at the writhing boy in front of him with a small smile.

"Do you want to come, Harry?" he mocked and Harry glared. Unfortunately, his effect was ruined when he moaned hard once Oliver stroked his aching cock.

"Please Oliver…please…"

The man just laughed but nodded. "As much as it's amusing to see you begging like this," he licked his lips at the picture Harry made; cock hard and red in its metal cage, flushed cheeks and eyes so dark from lust they looked black. "I want to taste how sweet you are."

With that he pulled the ring off and before Harry could sigh in relief he swallowed him deep, making the young man gasp as he threw his head back while his hands grabbed Oliver's head to push him down.

"Oh!" Was the only word Harry managed to wheeze as he felt himself coming hard in Oliver's mouth. The other's throat working fast in order to swallow all of him.

Pulling off, Oliver wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Delicious Harry, definitely worth the wait, don't you say?"

Harry laughed, not knowing what to do and Oliver grinned at him as he covered them both with the blanket. "Stay here for the night?"

Harry didn't answer. When Oliver looked at him, he saw that the boy was already asleep.

Grinning, he shut the lights and settled into bed.

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Oliver woke up first when the sunlight hit his face through a gap in the curtains. The first thing he noticed was that he was lying on a young man's body, his arm draped around the other's figure. Slowly, without alerting, Oliver trailed his hand down to rub at Harry's slightly red ass.

Harry wiggled a little and moaned, but he didn't wake.

Getting an idea and smiling evilly, he took his wand and summoned the last toy out of the bag.

He continued to kneed Harry's ass cheeks while his other hand went down to stroke the boy's cock lightly. It slowly came up to attention.

Grinning once more, Oliver slowly wetted the toy with his spit, figuring that Harry was already open enough to not need further stretching.

When the toy was wet enough, Oliver slowly inserted it, smirking when Harry moaned and pushed back, eager for more.

It made Oliver wonder what he was dreaming about.

As if to answer his question, Harry moaned a name; "Sssseeeverusss…."

Oliver paused with shock before a wry smile spread on his face. Well well, who would have thought? He snickered softly as he realized what Harry's constant fighting with Snape were about- sexual tension.

Nonetheless, he continued on with his little idea, the toy he chose already inside the boy. He smirked as Harry moaned Snape's name once more along with "oh, please professor!", and sighed; such a kinky mind his quiddich prodigy has.

Oliver held on to the rubber cable that was attached, taking a deep breath before pressing the button.

At first it didn't seem like anything happened, but suddenly Harry shot off the bed with a gasp and a guttural moan, "Ahhhhhhh!"

Oliver smirked as he held the boy down. Slowly, Harry realized where he was and what was happening. Oliver figured that out when Harry froze before he started panting, moaning and pushing back on the Bullet, a small vibrator attached with a cable at the end, meant for starting the toy only after it was inserted deep into the victim's ass- ultimate pleasure.

"Oh god, Oliver!" Harry gasped as Oliver started to lick his hole, not stopping the toy's movements. Harry pushed back hard as he urged the older boy to go harder and faster, moaning as he did so.

Oliver broke off after a while, taking in Harry's flushed face, oh so beautiful.

"Oh Oliver, god. I need it." Harry sobbed out as he tried to come but with the way Oliver held him, he couldn't get any friction on his cock.

"Are you sure you need it from me?"

"Wh-?" Harry frowned, wondering what he meant.

"You called for Severus Snape, in your dream…. So I'll ask again, are you sure it's me you want?"

Harry froze. Well sort-of. Kinda hard to when you have a constant vibration on your sweet spot. He couldn't *gasp* have heard, but how? He shook his head and answered. "You please Oliver, I need you!"

"Your body craves for me… but your mind- your mind screams for his spidery fingers, his black piercing eyes, his deep, velvet, liquid sex voice…admit it, you want him."

Harry bit his lip but Oliver wasn't done. "You want him to fuck you? Suck you off? He'll insult you at every turn; inflame you with that biting, sharp tongue of his… You'll probably come just at the thought of him."

Harry gave a deep moan at those words and Oliver grinned. "Do you imagine him watching you Harry? Talking to you in his voice of sin, ordering you what to do, to suck him, to come?"

"Yes." Harry gasped as he felt the heat spread through his body.

"You'd get on your knees if he asked it of you, you'd do anything just for him to touch you. Wouldn't you?"

"Oh god." Harry sobbed; he couldn't believe that Oliver was doing this. "Please, more."

"An example of the words you'll moan for him. If he'll tell you to come, would you?"

Harry threw his head back as he felt his body spasm and twitch, his orgasm bursting forth and over stimulating his system so much that he thought he might pass out.

"I'll take that as a yes?" Oliver asked voice filled with worry and tight with lust.

Harry didn't answer and just turned around. In fact, he turned around so fast that Oliver was startled so much that he didn't protest when Harry pushed him on his back.

Harry didn't bother with an explanation for his actions and simply ducked his head down and took as much of Oliver as he could.

Oliver hips buckled as he cursed loudly, his hands already reaching down to grab hard at those long hairs. "Fuck Harry, harder."

The boy didn't disappoint.

A few licks to the head and some powerful sucks and Oliver was coming hard. He was already so wound up from playing with Harry before, and having a wet heat on his hard and throbbing cock was too much for him to handle.

Harry swallowed it all down before he raised his head to the quiddich captain. "Please stop the toy; I'm too freaking sensitive now."

Oliver frowned for a second before he hurried into action with wide eyes.

He didn't even think to stop the vibration, so caught up in watching the beautiful boy come. It was no wonder Harry jumped on him like that.

He groaned at the thought of the small toy pressed against Harry's sweet spot, stimulating him and making him feel so good. "Ahhh."

They collapsed a minute later.

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A clock beeped somewhere in the distance. With a groan Harry reached to press his alarm clock on the side table only to reach nothing, frowning he stared until his mind caught on to the fact that it wasn't his bedroom.

"Oliver shut your alarm clock." Harry groaned, covering his head with his pillow.

"I didn't set an alarm clock." The boy spoke through the hazy fog of his thoughts.

Harry turned around. "Then what's ringing?"

Oliver frowned for a second before his eyes widen and he jumped of the bed. Harry stared as he started searching through his pockets until he pulled a red square thingy out.

"Shit, I'm late!" Oliver gasped as he dressed with the speed of light.

Harry shook his head. "It's only…" he stared at his hand watch."Shit! I have potions in fifteen minutes." He jumped out of the bed and joined Oliver in the task of dressing.

"You should hurry…" Oliver gasped as he searched through the room for his things.

"I know, I know." He glared at nothing. "Oh, Snape's going to kill me if I'm late."

Oliver paused and smirked. "You could always offer to suck him off." Harry turned his glare at the older teen. "Not funny, Wood."

The boy shrugged and threw Harry's jacket to him. "Fancy meeting again?"

"If I'll have time, sure. You still need to tell me where you learned to hit like that." he smiled at the memory of his paddling.

Oliver laughed. "Only if you'll tell me you want it harder next time."

"It's a deal." Harry said to the surprised boy and raced out the door.

Tbc.

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A/n: wow, that took some time…DikiCat is most pleased, though. You can tell as she's talking in third body about herself.

Rock_Junkie mutters "Again." and rolls her eyes but DikiCat ignored it.

So anyway, me thinks that considering we've been begged to get Harry laid we did a good job.

Mmm, getting a paddling always feels so good…..not that DikiCat would know.

Rock_Junkie frowns: something you're not telling?

DikiCat: (in poorly spoken Arabic) ana? Meesh ana. (Translating- me? Not me.)

Rock_Junkie shrugs.

DikiCat carries on. : So, anyway…..hmm I published two stories today under B2J they are sorta cute…hopefully….read and tell me.

Pause as DikiCat hears Rock_Junkie mutters 'begging for reviews, how sad.'

Such is life, where one begs one gets… or something….

My sister is going to be 22 or three in about a week or so, already ordered me what to get her… told me that when she'll open her gift she'll yell 'wow, it's such a surprise, how did you know I wanted it?' or something in those words.

Rock_Junkie is complaining about the length of our a/n's so I've got to go….

Review please….please…please?

P.s

The new chapter for Rabbity Harry is going to come out soon… Just so you know…