Don't Miss Your Chance – Chapter 2 (Showers)
If you asked Graham, when he morphed into his Animagus form to help heal from his pain; he had expected to leave again once he had been healed. Though his legs had been healed the fastest. Graham would have to credit most of it to Harry Potter. Even he had to admit that the Gryffindor knew what he was doing. Granted he had still been suffering from aftereffects of the Cruciatus Curse. But he had already known he would need to ride that out.
His plan originally was to head to Marcus' as soon as he was healed yet he was still here and he couldn't deny the reason why. He had stayed in the Gryffindor dorms for one person, Harry Potter
He still couldn't deny how much he despised Gryffindors. Yet... Potter was the exception. There was something about him that was undeniable. He wasn't like most Gryffindors. He wasn't the cursing type, it was... odd. He was used to Gryffindors who liked to curse Slytherins like him, unlike Harry. He would almost say the Gryffindor liked to avoid confrontation.
And didn't most Gryffindors crave that? It made no sense to him but since when did the mystery of Harry Potter ever make sense to anyone?
He would have pegged him to go into a career of being an Auror. Maybe that was something he needed to learn; you couldn't expect the expected with Harry Potter. Nothing he had heard about him was true anyways. Well maybe his habit of getting into trouble, but he was starting to think that other liked to cause that for him. He had learned that on his first encounter of how much his former Head of House despised the Gryffindor. Was it really uncalled for though?
That was something else, Graham wasn't always held up in the Gryffindor Tower. Maybe in the beginning with Potter thinking he was still hurt. That was another thing, why was he worried for him so much? The Gryffindor didn't even know him. Not as his Animagus form or his human form. He was willing to bet that Potter would hate him once he decided to go back to his human form. He was sure that was something that hadn't changed with Gryffindors. They all hated Slytherins.
He wondered if this was the first time that a Slytherin actually didn't hate a Gryffindor. It was such a foreign concept to Graham.
He knew that Terence tolerated them, he definitely didn't like them.
If he could roll his eyes he would, interrupt his reading and study, he would say. If he wasn't a Slytherin, he would have pegged Terence as a Ravenclaw. If he could live in a book, he would.
And as comfy as Potter's bed was, he did like to wander around the castle without a worry of being cursed.
It was… weird.
For once, he didn't have to worry about having to have his wand in his grasp at all times. Not that it would matter, it had been destroyed back at his home. If he hadn't been so skilled in wandless magic, he would be dead. There would be no way to apparate out of there. Even if he had his wand, he probably would have to abandon it when he turned into his Animagus form. Its not like he needed magic while in this form.
So, whenever he decided to return back to his human form, he would need to get another wand.
Just because Graham did tend to be in his cat Animagus form, didn't mean he was in it all the time. There were times that he just wanted an actual shower instead of using his tongue to give his fur a tongue bath. And it was good to know that all his parts were still attached to him.
Now, the Gryffindor showers weren't as extravagant as the Slytherin ones, which he did prefer. At least he had his own private bathroom there. But the Gryffindors had to share their showers and bathrooms. It would take some getting used to, but within a few months, Graham didn't mind it as much.
And as tempting as it was, Graham didn't try to sneak into the Prefect's Bathroom. Besides, he didn't know what the new password was for the year. But it wasn't like it would be hard to find out, but he was trying to keep his existence at Hogwarts a secret.
Though he didn't expect one evening for Harry to come walking back into the dorm. Hadn't he been at some extra studying or tutoring. He had said something about it.
He knew for a fact that the other Gryffindor boys weren't in the dorm, which is why he had taken possession of using one of the showers. Then, he didn't have to worry about one of them walking in and wondering how someone snuck into their dorm. He doubted using the excuse that Harry Potter let him in would work. Even as far as he knew, Harry didn't like Slytherins.
Before he would describe it as hate or loathing, now he wasn't so sure.
Graham knew for a fact that Harry hated Snape, his former Head of House, but that made sense to him. But he hadn't seen any hatred towards the other Slytherins, unless your name was Malfoy. He still found it odd.
But that didn't mean he had planned to be caught in the Gryffindor showers with eyes just staring. Not before the shriek that echoed.
And not for the first time, had Graham noticed how attractive the Gryffindor looked. Especially with red cheeks as a blush overtook his face.
He couldn't help but quip, "borrowed your soap, Potter, hope you don't mind."
The Slytherin couldn't help but noticed that Harry didn't even give him a reply. He was staring just staring. He could see from the corner of his eyes that he was trying to say something… anything. But there were no words.
"It's not like you haven't seen it before… though granted it was covered all in fur…" Graham left off.
Harry just sputtered… "wait… you… how?"
"It's called being an Animagus," Graham muttered as he lathered the soap across his body and further down.
Harry's eyes just watched, trailing after where his hand was going.
"See something you like, Potter," Graham throws a smirk at him, like he hadn't noticed that he was fully nude in the shower and his cock is on full display as he was washing it.
Harry choked on his breath; his face went even redder. But there were no words coming out as he attempted to open and close his mouth.
Graham couldn't help the snicker that escaped his lips. He hadn't been expecting this type of reaction from the Gryffindor. He hadn't known that Harry would be attracted to guys. He was curious on how much he could push him.
Harry's brain felt like it had fried, he couldn't even get his mouth to work. It was like all he could manage now was choked air. He didn't even know who this was and yet they were in the showers in his dorm. He should have been figuring on how he managed to get into Gryffindor Tower. But all he managed was to stare and appreciate on how he looked. And Merlin… his cock. His brain trailed to think on what it may look like if it was fully hard.
Unintentionally, Harry felt himself start to get hard and couldn't help the embarrassed flush that came over him. And he was still blushing.
Harry bit his lip hard at the thought, trying to shake the thoughts. He shouldn't be thinking this. There was some stranger in the Gryffindor showers and here he was getting hard. But he couldn't help it and it certainly didn't help as the water cascaded down his skin and muscles.
The Gryffindor blinked hard and as hard as he tried, he couldn't look away. His mind was literally begging him to look somewhere else. Not on how naked he looked and wet.
"My eyes are up here," Graham teased, knowing exactly where Harry was looking.
Harry started to stutter, his voice finally back, "I-I wasn't looking!"
"Your hard-on tells a different story, Potter," Graham comments dryly
Harry felt himself to start to shift uncomfortably. He was straining by this point.
"I don't know what you mean!" Harry denied.
"Oh, so this thing of yours just decided to wake up, huh," Graham grinned, his hand reaching out and grabbing him.
Graham's hand was wet and dripping water over the floor as he grasped to where Harry's clothed hard-on was. The moan that hit his ears was beautiful.
He was beginning to appreciate the red on Harry's face, even more so when the Gryffindor leaned into his touch.
Maybe it was to do with impatience or his impulsive nature for what he did next.
Harry made a yelp as he was jerked and suddenly he was wet. He was standing in the same shower as the very hot wizard, who was still very naked. That thought didn't stay long before he felt hot lips touch his own.
His robes were sopping wet as water cascaded down his own body. They were beginning to stick and cling to him. But none that matter as hands clasped down on his hips.
Harry made a deep groan in the back of his throat. Those lips were demanding as a tongue snuck past his lips. His body was firmly pressed against the Slytherin. He wasn't the only one that had a very noticeable problem. He was practically pinned to the shower wall, and he had no problems with that. But maybe that was something to do with the cock that was grinding against his own.
It was quite a different feeling opposed to when he had used his hand. He definitely was preferring this alternative. He probably would have fallen if he hadn't been pressed against the wall.
Fingers slowly went from his hips to under his robes, the outer robe being tossed onto the floor, out of the shower. You could hear it as it landed. A hand reached up to his hair and curled around his locks.
Harry could feel himself jerking towards the older male as the hold tightened. He was a bit thankful that he was still be kissed, the moans would have been embarrassing. Especially if someone were to walk in. Though half of him felt like he could care less if that did happen.
Then the lips were gone, and a whine escaped his lips. He could hear the chuckle before he felt lips on his neck.
When Graham bit into the meat of his shoulder Harry cried out in surprise. Sure he'd been relishing in the beautiful light scrap of teeth along his collarbone, the one that had him bucking his hips and seeking friction, but he was unprepared for the unexpected throb of arousal. The way the pain somehow caused his cock to leak in the tearful way his eyes welled from excitement. Being marked, claimed, and wanted in the mere form of a hickey was so intense.
As the older male simply soothed the tender skin with his tongue, perhaps just enjoying the taste of the water mixing with the salt of his skin versus the intimate nursing act, Harry whined in displeasure. He wanted to be able to show people he was wanted, even if in the most simplest of ways. An act he didn't think he would desire so much before. Now though, all he could visualize was the dark bruises of a rough demanding mouth all along his neck and collarbones.
The shower wall made it easier for Graham to move his hands, lower. He knew that Harry was being preoccupied with what he was doing to his neck. He couldn't wait to see what his handiwork. Though he couldn't help but wanting to mark the Gryffindor. His hands trailed down the boy's legs, still covered in clothing, wet.
His fingers dug into the wet clothing as he stared at the smaller teen. They felt practically glued to the boy's legs, but that didn't stop him from peeling them down ever so slowly. He could feel him gulp as he felt the wet pants across the floor.
Fingers slowly guided itself back up, gently tracing the veins that was on Harry's cock. A smirk formed at hearing the choked gasp. He would have never known that the Gryffindor was so sensitive, he loved it.
His hands went further up his legs and grasped at his arse. He could hear Harry's moan in his ear. It was tempting to run his fingers over his entrance but that could wait.
Without warning, Graham lifted Harry up so that his cock was more eye view.
The yelp that Harry let out was loud. But not loud enough to be overheard if someone was in the dorm outside the showers.
Harry's legs were swung over his shoulders, and you could feel him slightly trembling.
"I won't drop you," his voice was low. "Lean back against the shower wall."
Graham didn't wait for another response before leaning in and engulfing his hardened cock.
The surprised shout was expected, though winced when he heard his head hit the shower wall. His tongue swirled around as he drove the cock deeper in his throat.
He felt Harry shudder as he swallowed around his length. His Quidditch toned thigh clenched his neck, his ankles linking around each on top of Graham's shoulder blades. An extremely loud moan from Harry had him smirking, oh he enjoyed this power. Being the one to pull such noise and give so much pleasure to the golden boy.
Weak for a Slytherin, begging him for more, crying out and toes curling.
His shirt was still soaked to his skin, the water from the shower still going. He was a bit glad that he was in Hogwarts. Otherwise, the water would have gone ice cold. The water was still warm, soothing almost. Something that was forgotten as Graham took him deeper.
Though Harry didn't notice he was being lowered back down until he felt warm water on the balls of his feet.
His eyes opened lazily, glazed with lust, "Huh? What?" He asked, voice rough.
Graham had lowered himself to his knees, obviously taller than Harry.
"You talk too much," Graham growled as he took a quick breather. He wanted to have Harry reach his release. He didn't hesitant to discard the final piece of clothing between them, it was difficult but he tossed it aside. When it was gone, his attention was back on Harry. Or more specific, a lower part of him.
Graham's finger traced around his entrance, not quite penetrating yet.
Harry wasn't paying much attention to that because hot lips had wrapped around him once more.
"Please, please, please," Harry begged, unsure of what he was asking for. But the one turning his mind to mush seemed to as he chuckled around him. Harry felt himself shout out as the warmth around him tightened as he sucked hard. The finger at his entrance pushing in carefully but quick. Harry's eyes snapped open as he screamed his release, his vision going white, his body sagging in pleasure and weakness. The only thing stopping him from falling was the large thick hand around his waist. Gripping tight.
Harry's breaths were quick and harsh. Trying to get back any breath that he had lost. He hadn't seemed to realize what Graham was doing as he pumped his finger in and out of him. He knew a second finger; Harry would definitely notice.
Harry could feel the vibration of a chuckle as lips met his neck. On instinct his hips bucked against the other man, teeth scraping along the tender skin of his collar bone before sliding up to his shoulder. When Graham bit him, he whimpered in pleasure, wishing he had robes to fist. There had to be something to channel the overwhelming amount of arousal that pulsed through him, and into his cock.
He didn't notice until Graham brushed a certain spot and his vision went blurry as he arched into Graham. Water still flowing over his body from the showerhead.
"Oh fuck," Harry groaned, head back on the tiled wall, legs spreading further as he rolled his hips. Trying to wedge the finger into hitting that spot again.
Graham grinned, now he wasn't sucking the Seeker, he could see the pleasure lighting up his face. Lips open, panting wantonly. Occasionally getting to see glazed over green eyes before they were screwed back shut when he moaned.
Graham smoothly added a second finger as he leant forward to kiss Harry's softly toned V. Nipping the iliac crest with his teeth as he spread his fingers, distracting Harry from tensing or discomfort.
He could see the temporary wince that crossed Harry's face. He knew that despite the slight hurt he would experience now, that it would get better in a little while. So, while he scissored his fingers apart, he used the other hand to pump Harry's cock a few times.
Harry sighed blissfully as he relaxed and let himself feel the pleasure wracking his body. The brief thought of thanking Merlin that Hogwarts had magic keeping the water warm in the showers. In the Dursleys, they would already be freezing.
"Feel good?" Graham whispered as his fingers gently brushed that same spot. Intentionally trying to find it, he wanted to distract him as much as possible before he added another finger.
"Yes," Harry panted, far beyond caring how needy or breathless he sounded. "Please, more," he begged shamelessly, sliding down the wall slightly to force the fingers deeper.
Graham gave a wide grin; he withdrew his fingers before circling his entrance with all three fingers. Pumping two fingers back in before slowly sliding the third in. It was a tight fit. But like with the two fingers, he slowly scissored them apart. Trying to make room for something much bigger. He wasn't a fool to know that fingers were nothing compared to the size of his cock.
"Fuck" Harry moaned, the burn sending his body into hypersensitive. Every drop of water flaming his skin, every puff of air from the other male had him shuddering. Every flex of the fingers inside him sending sparks up his spine. He never thought this could feel so electric. His hands which had been lying flat against the wall now clenching tightly and releasing in his hair as his hips moved desperately.
Trying to drive those fingers deeper inside him. He was slowly becoming addicted to the feeling. He wanted more; it didn't feel enough. Yet Graham continued to light up every feeling he never knew he had.
"Fuck… you are eager." Graham breathed with a grin as he kissed Harry's thigh hungrily, listening to the breathlessly moaning. "So responsive."
Which is why he couldn't help leaving another mark on the Gryffindor. This time it was on his thigh instead of his neck. Which he planned on renewing again. One of his hands trailed down to his cock, water still running down it, and pumped it a few times. He felt harder than he ever did.
Ever since his parents started cursing him as a child, and almost killing him recently, he didn't think his body would work like this again. But the smaller Gryffindor ignited a fire inside him. Now that he had him, he wouldn't let go.
Yet months ago, he hadn't wanted anything to do with him and he doubted the Gryffindor even knew who he was.
"More, more, more, more," Harry chanted. "Please," he begged. Graham smirked, who was he to deny such pleasure.
He picked up Harry once more, letting his legs wrapped around his waist. He wanted to look at him. His cock was angled to his entrance, it was the perfect angle. He circled it around several times before letting his cock rest at his hole.
Harry's back was resting on the shower wall, and he pushed his hips forward.
Harry's face pinched in slight pain as Graham slid in, slowly giving him time to adjust. "Fuck your tight" Graham grunted.
"I've heard that's normal," Harry panted, "For first-timers" head tossed back as he moaned.
"Fuck!" Graham froze, only moving again when Harry whined in displeasure. "I can stop." He muttered, he really didn't want to, but he hadn't thought the Chosen One would have been a virgin.
"Don't you fucking dare!" Harry snapped, pushing his hips down, arms around Graham's shoulders to keep himself steady.
Graham made a deep groan in his throat, the walls around his cock were squeezing just right. It was so hard to not just slam back in and show him how much he wanted him. His fingers were squeezing tight, tight enough to bruise.
He only wished that maybe he did more preparation. But it was too late for that, he was already inside of him.
"Oh, Merlin." Harry moaned. "Move, please for fucks sake move."
"You sure you want that?" Graham growled. If Harry said the word, he would give all that he had. And show him exactly what he was meaning to him. And he definitely wouldn't be able to move in the morning. He could already feel the lust trying to overwhelm him.
Harry's green eyes met Grahams deep brown. "Yes," he gasped nodding furiously, wet black hair sticking to his cheeks.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," the Slytherin smirked at him. Without warning, Graham started to withdraw from Harry's tight heat, just to slam right back in.
Harry let out a squeak that dissolved into a loud moan as his eyes rolled back into his head. His hands clenched around the back, where Graham's hair met the base of his neck.
Graham hissed, slightly in pain which only seemed to invigorate him more. Almost slamming Harry's hips down on his cock, basically letting Harry fuck himself on his cock.
"Fuck" he grunted; eyes wide as he watched the ecstasy dance across Harry's face. Teeth biting into his lip to stop from screaming. The tightness around him squeezing him back in when he withdrew. He could feel their magic joining around them. Crackling in the air. He had never had this happen before with sex. Graham groaned as Harry threw his back again, smacking the wall. He couldn't help himself, leaning forward to kiss and nibble and suck at the slender neck before him.
Marking the same spot that a hickey was starting to form. He couldn't help but to keep marking him. That didn't stop him from keep thrusting in and out, determined to make Harry cum from his cock alone.
Harry moaned, tilting his neck to the side to allow him better access. "Yesss," Harry hissed, almost slipping into Parseltongue.
Graham grinned as he left another mark on the pale neck. He could feel Harry starting to sporadically squeeze down on him, his legs shaking, and his moans reaching higher pitches and loss of breath. He was already getting close, and man did that stroke Graham's ego.
He could feel his own legs start to tremble. He didn't know if that was because he was getting closer as well or because he was still dealing with the aftereffects of the Cruciatius Curse. He was still standing, thankfully the water was still hot. Which turned him on even more. The sight of seeing Harry Potter coming apart in front of him was almost mind blowing.
Harry's hands reached up behind his head scrambling at the wall as Graham tightened his grip on the small hips and pounded into him ferociously. Harry screamed in pleasure as his second orgasm was ripped from him from the continued abuse on his prostate.
Knowing how sensitive Harry would feel, Graham withdrew completely. Letting Harry's feet touch back down, and he felt him sag against his body. He took one of his hands and started to jerk himself off the rest of the way.
He was startled when he felt Harry's hand on him, the younger male sliding down to his knees and opening his mouth with a dazed look in his eyes.
"Fuck me," Graham groaned as he quickly slid his large hardness into the open mouth. Or what could fit without choking the boy at least. "Who knew the golden boy would be so eager to be used." He laughed when Harry groaned around him. "You like this don't you? Being at my feet?" He taunted as he shallowly thrusted, testing the gag reflex.
He moaned as he felt Harry suck him, gagging slightly and wrapping his small hand around the base of him.
"Fuck," Graham groaned, keeping his eyes on the image before him. He would never forget this. Harry looked ethereal and somehow innocent, even when sucking cock.
"I'm going to cum," Graham warned Harry as the pleasure built suddenly. But Harry merely blinked and sucked harder, taking him deeper than before. Green eyes wide, a single tear escaping as he moaned and stroked what he couldn't swallow faster.
He knew that he had been close from the moment he made Harry cum but his had taken him by surprise. He could feel it building, but it was sooner than he was expecting.
He moaned in relief as he came in thick ropes down Harry's throat.