Harry was basking in the warm sunlight outside, on a rare Scotland morning when the weather yielded the chance to bake Harry's skin a beautiful bronze. A single trickle of sweat ran down between his pectorals, dancing over his steely abs.
It was at this moment that the sun became blocked off by a black, menacing figure, and Harry squinted up into the exotic yet handsome features of Blaise Zabini.
"Hello, Blaise," Harry greeted softly. For a long time, he had not known whether Blaise was a boy or a girl; now he knew-- Blaise was very much a boy.
No, a man.
"Potter," Blaise sneered unctuously, his eyes drifting lazily down Harry's half naked form and lingering at the clasp of his trousers. "I hear you made love with my snuggle-muffin."
Harry raised a challenging eyebrow, wondering just what snuggle-muffin he was referring to.
"Indeed," Harry acknowledged, smirking. "And just what do you plan to do about it?"
Blaise grinned wolfishly. "I want to see what all the fuss is about."
He tore off his robes in one swift movement, and stalked naked across the grass to Harry's reclining form. He bent down and swiftly claimed him with a heated kiss.
"What are you waiting for, Potter? Make love to me!"
Harry awoke, stretched across a table in the library. It had somehow seemed the most appropriate location to express his lust for Blaise. He felt content, tired, satisfied. What an incredible day this had been!
It was in this manner that he nearly missed Madame Pince, staring-- wide-eyed and disbelieving-- at his naked body.
"What--" she breathed, her rage nearly radiating from her. "What-- are-- you-- doing…. Defiling my library with your seed?"
Harry glanced at her lazily, a contented smile playing across his lips. "Well, rather enjoying myself, I'd say."
She gasped for breath, as though her rage would never contain itself.
He rolled onto his side to face her, eyeing her challengingly.
"What do you plan to do about it?"
He half expected her to hit him. He was entirely shocked by what she did next.
She yanked up her skirt, and pounced on him, smacking his lips with a kiss that tasted of stale library books.
"Defile me with your seed, then, Mr. Potter," Madame Pince breathed. "Make love to me!"
Harry awoke, still in the library, due to an insistent hand shaking his shoulder. He smiled, contented, very relaxed. What a wonderful few days this had been! Nothing could interrupt his perfect reverie, nothing--
He opened his eyes and beheld Hermione.
Harry goggled at her, a bit horrified.
Oh, not her. He never wanted her to see him in this state…
"Harry," she whispered hoarsely, "What are you doing here? Were you hurt? Did someone attack you?"
Harry glanced down at the bite marks the last few days had littered fairly liberally over his naked body. "Nope. I should say not."
"What--" Hermione's eyes filled with distressed tears. "Please, tell me, why are you here?"
Harry thought quickly for a good excuse. "I had sex with Madame Pince! And Blaise!"
He'd thought it was a good excuse, but Hermione backed away several steps, staring at him, horrified.
"What happened to you, Harry?" she demanded in a trembling voice.
For one awful moment, Harry started to feel a bit ashamed. Here he was, lying naked in front of his best friend, having cavorted inside Merlin knew how many--
"What happened to you?" she repeated, her voice growing shrill. "When did you grow so-- so sexy? How did that happen?"
Harry shrugged, feeling a bit helpless to explain it himself. "I don't know, 'Mione. I wish I could give you a better explanation."
A heated look suffused her expression, and she drew closer, pressing a chaste kiss on his lips… a chaste kiss that quickly grew less and less innocent as their tongues tangled together, fighting for slippery dominance.
"Well, then, Harry?" she whispered. "Let's do it, then. Make love to me…"
Her whisper carried away on the heated library air, and only the sounds of their gentle lovemaking drifted between rows and rows of old spellbooks…
Harry awoke in Hermione's dorm room, feeling lazily contented. His entire form tingled with satisfaction. What an amazing few days it had been!
He glanced around, and found himself utterly unable to locate anything resembling manly clothing. He decided to forego it altogether as he happily descended the stairs, knowing it would be much more awkward, being caught dressed like some girl, than being caught naked.
It was in this manner that he encountered Lucius Malfoy, stretched out on a couch outside the stairs to the boy's section.
"Hello, Lucius," Harry murmured.
Lucius stared at him, betrayed. "You slut-- you hussy!"
Harry felt hurt by the words, but refused to show it. "I do have a life outside of you, you know."
"Oh, I know," Lucius said bitterly. "And I could accept it when you fucked my wife, when you fucked my son-- even with you fucked blasted Severus! But this!" he pointed a shaking finger up in the direction from which Harry had come. "This is too much! I will RAVISH YOU, Potter-- until you can't sit down for a week! I will have my vengeance!"
He stalked closer, and Harry felt the first tendrils of panic licking salaciously at his insides. Before he could make for the stairs, though, strong, powerful hands locked around his waist, enclosing him in their comforting embrace.
"Go away, Malfoy," said a husky male voice.
Harry realized suddenly that it was Ron.
"I have my wand," Ron growled. "And I'll give it to Harry so he can use it unless you go away."
Lucius glared at them both with hurt, affronted, and dented pride.
"This is not the end, Potter," he promised menacingly.
Harry felt his penis twitch with excitement at the words. "Go away, Lucius," he barely managed to say.
He went with Ron's strong, gentle urging up the stairs, and into their room.
"Can you believe that asshole?" Ron burst out.
"Yeah," Harry said, shaking his head regretfully, thinking of not being able to sit down for a week.
"I can't believe you had sex with him," Ron said. "That's just wrong, Harry."
"What are you going to do about it?" Harry said, a note of challenge in his voice.
He held Ron's eyes for a long, heated moment.
"I'm going to tell Hermione!" Ron bellowed.
He didn't seem to understand why Harry broke into peals of laughter, but he stalked out nonetheless.
Harry's laughter followed him down the stairs.
The End..?
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