Twenty-Five Years Later: A Harry Potter fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. It is JK Rowling's. If it was mine, Ginny would be dead, Sirius would be alive, and Harry would be gay.

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Chapter Two: Dancing

As Ron walked down the corridor he thought of who Blaise would be when he walked in. It was always fun to guess what his client had asked for, since he'd always try and avoid being what he thought they'd want. It was a fun game for Ron, and it made seeing Blaise cheap.

"Oh, hi Ron. What's your guess today?" Blaise said when he saw it was Ron.

"Hm. I'm guessing… Strawberry blond with a scar on the left cheek, and matted hair."

"Nope. Greasy hair. Good job on the rest though. One day you might just win our little game." Blaise said jokingly.

"Yeah, yeah. You're infallible, darling."

"Why, thank you, Ronald dear."

"Alright then. You know what I like."

"Blond, pale, lanky, great lips, tight arse, and just a little bit smaller than Ronny Jr.."

"You know me far too well."

Ron sat down on the bed and started taking off his suit.

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"Uhh. Hello?" Harry said as he knocked on the door Charles had brought him to.

"Hon, you don't need to knock." Responded a soft voice from inside the room.

"Oh. Sorry, I've never been here before."

"Ooohh. A first-timer. Hi. I'm Cole. Jon gave me your specifications."

"Yeah. My friend Ron kind of helped out with those."

"Well, what do you want me to do?"

"Want you to do?"

"Yeah. Lap Dance, Blowjob, Top, Bottom, whatever."

"Uhh. I think I'll just go for the dance."

"Alright Hon"

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"So, Ron dear. How is life?" Blaise asked while they were both stripping down.

"It's all right. But I haven't been bottom in god knows how long."

"Is that a good thing or a bad one?"

"A horrible one."

"Well then. Let us see what we can do about that."

"Great."

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"Uhh, so how will this work?"

"I'll get on your lap, move around, moan, press down in the right places, stuff like that."

"Alright."

"So you're ready to start then?"

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"So, what gear are we using today, darling?" Blaise asked.

"Ribbed and use whatever lube you need to get in there."

"Excellent."

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Cole started to straddle Harry, and the idea of Sirius doing what Cole was doing to him made Harry instantly hard. And Cole was moaning so much, and so loudly.

Cole pushed down on Harry and made him moan. He must really like whoever's form he was taking.

Then he made that last moan. Suddenly the guy knew something was up.

"What? Is there a reason I didn't cum?"

"Yeah. Didn't your friend explain?"

"No. I have no idea what's going on here."

"The seats are charmed. You can't cum, but you'll get harder and hornier the longer I dance. Normally, you'd let it off, but the charms stop it. Most guys who come here either follow a dance with sex here or they head home to someone."

"Oh. Well then. Um. I'm kind of lost here."

"How about I give you a BJ on the bed?"

Harry came screaming about 5 seconds after Cole started sucking.

End of Chapter Two

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