I live!! Also lucky for you guys, I have planned up til Chapter 6 XD and half way writing through chapter 4. Although I am forcing myself to focus on finishing chapter 4 for Boy-Who-Loved first. Sorry for not updating for a long time.
A week has passed, well a little bit more than a week really. It was time for flying class and to say Harry was excited about it would be an understatement. It is about flying! On a broom! How can he not be excited about it? Not that the other classes were dull. Although a few of the teachers left much to be desired what with their teaching methods.
Thinking on that though, Harry wonders why does the batman even decided to become a teacher when he looked ready to curse all of them when they made a mistake. He was a teacher, he should be teaching properly really. Not to mention how he was trying to degrade him in the class on that first day. Good thing Draco and Hermione and had been discussing about potion's textbook at breakfast that day so he was able to answer the first two question with Draco whispering the last answer to him.
Having friends sure is a good thing. Haha.
Well other than Professor Snape there is the ghost teacher. The class was dull and dreary and the moment the teacher opened his mouth, his excitement on being thought history by a ghost perished. Even Hermione deflated. Literally!
Maybe he could persuade the Headmaster to perform exorcism?
On second thought, nah.
The flying instructor came into view and the excited chatter became hushed.
"Alright, each of you to a broom and heed my instructions. I will show you an example first." Madam Hooch hold out a hand facing the broom laying on the grass and said. "Up." To Harry's and other muggle-raised wizards and witches astonishment, the broom shot up into Madam Hooch's hand. "Your turn."
Harry's own broom shot up immediately to his hand when he copied Madam Hooch's example. Draco and Ron took two tries but Hermione...well she was frustrated as he broom merely rolled around and was forced to pick her up like the unsuccessful others when Madam Hooch told them to round up.
Madam Hooch flew up on her broom and the others watched her fly around before she got back down and instructed more directions. Unfortunately, it seems one of the Lions was a tad too nervous and flew up first. Rather badly at that. Harry thought that it was rather unsightly even when the boy had fallen down and broken his arms. He was not too worried, they have magic after all. He had broken ribs when he was four from beatings and here he is.
Well anyway, Madam Hooch and the snivelling Lion had left.
With strict orders of not to fly while waiting for her return.
"This sucks." Ron commented.
"Oh, I don't know. I'm a bit sceptical and I sure hope Neville will be fine."
"The mediwitch will get him fix in a mere minute if not seconds, Granger. Worry not."
He knew it. "I'm going flying." Harry stated and boarded his broom.
"What?" Ron blinked, as if processing the claim.
"I'll join you." Malfoy grinned and boarded his broom as well. He took off with Harry following his example a second later.
"Draco, Harry! Get down this instant! Didn't you hear what Madam Hooch said?" Hermione yelled at the two boys.
It was easy, Harry realized. Flying felt so easy and the exhilaration was making him fly higher and higher and higher. He flew high that even Draco stopped following him, he let out a delighted laugh as he released his grip on the broom handle. Whooping as he spread his arms out. He glanced over the Hogwarts ground and appreciated the scenery in front of him until he saw small a few additional people observing him flying near the other first years.
Draco seemed to be glaring at him, telling him to get down that instant with just a glare. Harry grinned and gripped the broom handle again. Firmly. And he dived. Straight towards the ground, in an accelerating speed. He thrived on the adrenaline rush and broke out a grin when the ground grew closer, faster as each second passes.
He heard shouts, from most of the first years and gasps coming from the others. He managed to pull his broom up and floated a few feet above the grass, mere seconds from crashing into the hard ground. He grinned at the spectators.
"Well that sure was fun." He remarked.
"Potter, nice diving technique. Risky, but still nice. How about coming to the Slytherin's quidditch tryout?" Harry's head whipped towards the voice and saw a sixth year Slytherin. A Quidditch captain Harry presume.
"He's a first year Flint. They are not allowed to play." Another sixth year commented, a Gryffindor.
"Shut it, Wood. You were the one who saw them and made a beeline for it after class was over. Don't tell me you didn't wish for Malfoy to fill in your empty Seeker spot. Considering how decent he is as well at flying." The Flint guy retorted.
Seriously? Their names are Wood and Flint? Harry giggled a bit, covering his mouth with his hand and received an annoyed look from both of them.
"Still..."
"Your team Wood, I don't really care. You Potter, come to the Quidditch tryouts. We have a Seeker but if you can surpass him in the tryout then that will be for the betterment of the Slytherin's quidditch team." Flint guy had on a sadistic smirk, knowing full well that if Harry Potter, a first year actually got the position. The other years would be put-off and have a rather negative reaction until the first Quidditch game of the year. Of course it would be even more of a hell if they lose.
Harry though did not know all that but he certainly know his charm as he tilted his head to the side in an adorable manner. "Okay. I will be there."
With that confirmation, Flint left; leaving the other first year staring at Harry in a mixture of jealousy and a little bit of awe. Wood though had on a contemplating look as he glanced at Malfoy before he too retreated.
"Damn it, Harry." Ron huffed as he punched his friend on the shoulder.
Harry laughed and Hermione shook her head as she rolled her eyes.
Draco merely pouted.
"What's wrong Draco?" Hermione inquired, raising an eyebrow in question.
"Well, Flint just said the loophole but Wood, being a goody Gryffindor would rather not exploit it. How pathetic."
"Just out right say you want to be invited to the Quidditch tryouts for Gryffindors too, Draky." Harry teased and laughed in mirth when the blonde's cheeks turned red.
The rest of the day passes and Harry, though as much as he had teased Draco, does hope that Draco would also be able to at least join the tryouts for even the slightest chance of being chosen as the Seeker.
As such, he needed to persuade the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain to exploit the loophole. A short discussion to convince him should suffice. At dinner at the Great Hall, Harry kept his eyes on Wood and quickly finished his meagre meal when Wood made to leave the Hall. He quickly followed, trying to be discreet about it once they both left the hall.
"Mr. Wood, Mr. Wood." Harry called out childishly as he jogged a bit to catch up to the older wizard whom spun around at the sound of his name.
"Potter." Wood turned to the sound of his name, only to feel confusion when it was the famous Boy-Who-Lived, a Slytherin, calling out for him. "What can I do to help?"
Harry skidded to a halt in front of Wood and panted a bit before straightening up. He fidgeted where he stood, his right hand wringing with his left. "Um, well can we talk someplace else? We're in the middle of the hallway and people like to gawk at me. It is really uncomfortable." Truly it does. It was not even an act.
Wood felt a little sympathy for the young Slytherin. It must be awkward to have people staring at you everywhere you go with eyes wide and whispers following the stares. "Of course, follow me Mr. Potter." He turned again, walking towards the empty classrooms.
Harry giggled again at being called Mr.Potter and skipped before matching his steps with Wood, walking right next to him. "Just Harry is fine. Mr. Potter sounds funny."
"Okay then, Harry. Call me Oliver. Mr. Wood makes me feel old and I am not my father." Oliver grimaced slightly, causing Harry to giggle again. Oliver looked down and a smile formed on his lips. The kid is adorable truly. Oliver opened a door, leading Harry into one of the abandoned classrooms and closed the door once they were both in. "So, what is it that you wanted to talk with me about Harry?"
"Please, please, please, please at least let Draco join the Quidditch tryouts for the Gryffindor team. You're not even going to break the rules." Harry pleaded, doing his best to give the kicked puppy look. His green eyes seeming to even glisten.
Oliver put on an uneasy look. "Harry...I'm really not sure how people would react if I choose to put a first year into the team, and a Malfoy to boot."
"Well, the Slytherin's will be doing the same and my house is a Slytherin. Besides, Draco has to pass and be chosen from the Quidditch tryouts too. Where other people hoping to get a position will also be present. You don't have to choose him if you think his skills is not up to par. Please, Oliver." He pouted, going so far as to put his hands together in a begging gesture. Doing so with utmost childish adorableness. He was not above seduction, definitely.
"...I don't know, Harry." Oliver bit his inner cheeks, feeling a little blush creeping up. The boy looks adorable but he really should not be feeling like this. "I'm not entirely convinced."
Harry leaned in close, taking another step closer towards Oliver. "What else do I say to make you convinced, Oli?"
Oliver took a step back and his back pressed against the door. He was cornered! By a first year! Oh hell. Also, why was he feeling strange? Harry Potter is too cute, too adorable and those pink lips should be forbidden from pouting. And shortening anyone's name into a nickname that sounded way too innocent spoken by the fae-like boy.
"Oli?" Harry leaned even closer, looking up at Oliver with his eyes. Seeming the perfect picture of innocence. Would it be sinful to taint it with more white?
Gulping, Oliver felt his heart quickening at the danger of the situation and tried to form word in his head to escape without seeming rude. Though it was a tad too late when, to his mortification, Harry brushed against the wakening of his arousal.
Harry pulled back slightly, looking at where there was a slight poking of Oliver's robe. Ah, so Oliver likes his innocent act. He should continue it then. "...Oli? Was that your...um...thing?" He willed his face into a furious blush. "Why is it..like that?"
Well, Oliver is a goner. "You made it like that, so you should be responsible." He blurted out.
"I-I did? ...how, what should I do?" ...playing innocent actually feels fun too.
Oliver had on a reassuring smile and patted Harry's head. "Well, you could start by inspecting it." He disrobed easily, revealing his half hard dick to the young one. "Go on Harry, touch it." He encouraged softly.
Harry acted hesitant but the fascination on his face was no act. Oliver is a Gryffindor, and he had seemed like such a goody-two shoes he had doubted it would actually lead to this but it seems he was wrong. Besides, Oliver would be the first good looking person that he would actually be doing this too and not another fat, old or middle-aged man. He grasped it in his hand and looked up at Oliver with confusion and shyness.
"You're adorable." Oliver smiled in a praising manner and caressed Harry's hair. "Now, you kiss it."
"K-kiss?" Harry repeated, staring at the cock in front of him. Oliver seems of adequate proportion for his age. He leaned close and brush his lips against the tip before pulling back quickly, covering his mouth with his hand. Acting innocent was actually making him feel shy. He could have probably become a brilliant child actor. "L-like that?"
"Yeah..just...don't pull back so quickly." Oh, it was torture. The soft brush of those lips so fleeting against his hard-on.
Harry nodded and kissed the erection again, pressing a long kiss against it. Pulling away, Harry giggled slightly to gain Oliver's attention. "It's like eating ice lolly." He commented with a grin.
Oliver was both aroused and amused by that statement. "Mhm, think of it as an ice lolly then. You can lick it, suck but you are not allowed to bite."
With a nod, Harry proceeded in doing just that. Although of course he had never actually eaten ice lolly before. Well, once. He should concentrate. Taking the tip into his mouth, he licked over the slit before sucking. He smiled inwardly when Oliver tensed from the sudden pleasure that was more than just fleeting kiss.
Harry looked up at Oliver as he blew the older male whom was groaning under the first year's ministrations. Eyes closed and head looking up as he tugged on Harry's hair. It was aesthetically pleasing to see the handsome face contort in pleasure. Much better than an old man's or his guardian's stupid face.
Harry deep throated the Gryffindor, moaning at the sensation of the cock buried his throat. He was sure he was not supposed to feel any pleasure from having a cock in his throat yet he likes it. It was more the satisfaction and the feeling that made him really needy when he deep throated someone. He moaned wantonly when he managed to take in all of Oliver inside his mouth, pushing in deep in his throat.
"Fuck." Oliver cursed as he tugged on Harry's hair again, this time thrusting his hips forward as he spilled deep in the boy's throat; forced to swallow the semen lest he drown. Not that he had any thought of letting it go to waste but like this at least, it seemed as if Oliver had made him drink it. It goes with the innocent act.
'Well that was quick.' Harry thought. He waited until the teen had fully riding out his orgasm and the hands lessen their grip on his hair before pulling away. 'Time to put on another act.' Harry grimaced and looked at Oliver. "Ewww. Why did you pee in my throat, that's yuck!"
Oliver looked down, his limp cock hanging close to the boy's face as Harry was still kneeling. "It's not pee Harry. It's semen. It means you made me feel really good." He tried to put on a smile and caress the boy's cheek. "You did really well, Harry."
Harry decided while degrading was part of his kink because of his uncle, praising kink is even better. "I did...so, you like it?" He tilted his head.
"Yeah...mind if we do this again sometime?" Oliver helped Harry to his feet before putting on his robe again.
Eagerly, Harry nodded. "Okay, anything for you Oli."
Oliver really thinks that Harry's adorableness could be turned into a weapon. "Great, um, I'll be going first then. See you, Harry." He bid before quickly leaving the room or else he might ask for another go into the warm mouth..or maybe the boy's ass would not be too bad.
Oh if only. Harry certainly would not have opposed.
What with the boy pouting in dissatisfaction.
"And I thought he was going to fuck me after fucking my mouth." He said ineloquently before exiting the empty classroom.
It has been a week. He was feeling rather deprived. He wants a cock in his ass dammit.
TBC.HAHAHAHA Also there is no smut for the next chapter. X3There are 17 chapters in the first book so there will also be 17 chapters for my fanfiction before moving to second year.Anyways. Guys, I am also working to earn money but it has proven to be insufficient. So I am opening up commisions to write fanfictions of any pairings from any fandom...even crossovers. Chaptered and/or oneshots.xD or you can also just donate to allow me to continue my studies. Seriously though...help me.PM if you want to commission.my is .me/KiKuro