An Existing Loophole – Chapter 7 (Sealing the Deal)
After Harry had taken the potion that Graham had given him, he found himself led further into the dungeons. Then his eyes were set on a familiar entrance. The stone wall reminded Harry of two years ago when he had snuck into their Common Room with his ex-friend, Ron.
It had felt so long ago, which was ironic since it had only been two years ago. Everything felt much simpler then. Granted, there had been a lot of confusion and hatred when everyone thought he had been the Heir of Slytherin. Again, the school had turned against him. Even then, he was pretty sure that Slytherin had been more indifferent than against him.
"Uhhh… Graham, are you sure you're not lost…" Harry mumbled, finally finding his voice. There was no way that he had meant to take him to the Slytherin Common Room… right?
"What, are you scared to be in Slytherin territory?" Graham grinned at him.
"Uhhh… I don't think they would be thrilled for someone to invade their Common Room that's an outsider to them," Harry remarked.
"Find out for yourself," Graham dared him. That was when he whispered the password to the stone wall. "Persevere."
The first thing that Harry noticed was all the eyes that looked to see who came through. It was like they were studying him. There was no way they didn't recognize him.
Then the stares stopped, and they went back to what they were doing. Whether that be continuing their previous conversations, writing on parchment, or reading a book.
Harry gave Graham a puzzled look, but he wasn't looking in his direction. He had no option but to follow him through the spacious Common Room before they came to a series of doors. They entered the one that was labeled 6th year.
He could feel his anxiousness building up, he wasn't going to do this when his dormmates could walk in?! Could he?
But then he saw even more doors and his confusion grew. The doors held names, some of them had one, two, or even three. Montague's only had one.
"Wait… you don't have to share with your other dormmates?" Harry questioned.
"That's the perk of being a Slytherin," Graham smirked at him.
"At all!?"
"Well, you do up until your fifth year, then you get more individual rooms," Graham shrugged.
When he pushed the door opened, Harry noticed that the room could be the size the Gryffindor dorm. It was big… You could see a bathroom to one side of the room, several bookcases that aligned part of the wall, and two desks. One of the desks was closer to the bed, which made Harry blush. But the room still had a lot of space.
That was when Harry remembered the little problem that he had earlier... it wasn't like he forgot... Merlin he hoped that none of the Slytherins had noticed when he came in and that his robes hid that.
But the sight of the bed suddenly reminded him of that fact.
"I can hear you panicking from here," Graham said as he opened a pretty wooden box covered in engravings of plants. The box seemed to be holding at least six different potions, all normal ones to have in a dorm room, not ones he worried about his friends knowing he had at least.
"Here," He grinned, plucking out a small teardrop shaped vial with a light blue potion that seemed to glow. "It's just a simple Calming Draught, we keep a lot of stock of them in the dorm rooms from fifth year up, they are good for studying and also right before exams. Thankfully the Calming Draught is made to not counteract with any other potions, so totally safe, and it will just keep you relaxed. But you will still have full control of yourself." Graham promised, "Although if you wanted an aphrodisiac potion to help lose a little control, we have those too," he winked while tapping the small pink vial. Harry went bright red at the idea, and quickly swallowed the Calming Draught.
"Not going to run on me, are you?" Graham whispered in his ear.
Harry had to take in a quick breath, feeling his nerves start to fade away. He could still feel his heart pounding fast. He shook his head.
"Focus on how good everything feels," Graham whispered, his hot breath against Harry's skin causing goose bumps. His fingers slid into the slight curls of Harry's hair before bringing him into a harsh kiss.
His lips were soft and tender as he encouraged Harry to open his mouth with his tongue, hot and heavy against Harry's lips. Breaking just enough to whisper. "That's it," his one of his hands gripping Harry's hip tightly while the other tugged on the dark locks of hair.
It was obvious to the Slytherin that Harry didn't have much experience with kissing, but he didn't let them deter him.
The small whimper that escaped the Gryffindor made his cock throb. That sound should be illegal and yet made him crave more of it.
Harry's hands scrambled for purchase and grabbed Graham's biceps as his legs shook. Graham's arms were solid muscle compared Harry's lithe muscle, although it wasn't likely Harry would match Graham, even if he wanted to, due to the abuse from the Dursleys. Thankfully Harry wasn't too much shorter than Graham so he didn't have to bend far for the kiss, or else his shoulders and back might get to sore.
Graham pulled back from the kiss, only to start sucking kisses at Harry's neck, the sound the Gryffindor made had Graham shuddering, fuck that was hot, so he did it again. He wouldn't admit it, but he was extremely possessive, even for a Slytherin, and the idea that he was the first and only person to touch and have Harry ignited a fire in him. Usually, he preferred experienced partners just because virgins couldn't keep up with him or they got attached despite it being clear that it was just sex. But Harry being his betrothed and being to one to carry his heir, while being this untouched and innocent, it was something Graham loved.
He had been serious when he told him that he would show him the meaning of pleasure. Though he was still clothed and that was a problem.
His hands slid up his back and to his shoulders. Tossing the Gryffindor robe to the side. The undershirt and trousers would be next.
Catching Harry unaware, he used one arm to sweep his feet from under him while the other was under his back.
Harry made a loud yelp when he suddenly felt himself being lifted into a bridal's carry.
"Don't drop me," Harry breathed as clung to Graham tightly,
"Never," Graham swore, and Harry's heart raced at the sincerity in the Slytherins tone. There was a hint of something that Harry couldn't place but made him feel safer than he had in a long time. But he had no way to know how long Graham had watched him, wishing to have him. Graham was careful as he lay Harry down on his bed, the curly black hair spread across the light blue silk pillowcase, he kissed down Harry's neck as he quickly removed Harry's trousers.
Harry squirmed a little, feeling the intense gaze as Graham looked at him. The only clothes left on him was his undershirt and boxers. Nobody had ever seen him in this much of an undress. And the slight teasing and kissing that Graham had done had made things a little tight further down.
A flush of embarrassment rose to his face.
Graham leaned down ran his nose over Harry's jaw, breathing deeply, "Don't hide from me," He muttered hoarsely, "Never from me." He placed a few sweet kisses over Harry neck as he pulled up the white undershirt, pulling back only enough to remove it fully as Harry leaned forward, desperate for more.
Graham let Harry seek out his lips, the taste of him was starting to be addicting for him. He couldn't help but tease the Gryffindor a little as a hand wandered down his side, feeling the flesh there. Sliding lower and lower until his fingers grazed the waist of his boxers.
Fingers teasing as they ran across the fabric. He could feel the shudder as he continued to steal the breath away from the Gryffindor under him. Pressing a few fingers against where Harry's cock was. Hidden beneath the boxers he was still wearing, the last of his clothes.
Harry gasped as Graham kissed down his chest, he wriggled, trying to chase the breath teasing him, hips raising as Graham kissed around his bellybutton. "Ohhh…" He moaned as the Slytherin nipped at the faint V line.
With one hand, Graham tossed his own Slytherin cloak over the side of the bed as the other grasped the hem of the offending boxers. Now, that he had use of both hands, he peeled the boxers off before flinging them. Harry could find them later. That didn't stop him from tracing his tongue where he had just nipped earlier.
Harry squeaked at the sudden removal of his boxers, the last layer hiding his arousal. He had never had anyone see him there, let alone hard, he blushed as Graham looked him over and licked his lips. "Beautiful," Graham whispered with a smirk.
If anything, his face grew hotter at that admission. He probably would have tried to place his hands over his cock, to hide. It was embarrassing to someone to look at him that intently, especially down there.
But Graham had moved his hands to place Harry's hands on each side of his head.
And anything he probably would have said was silenced by hot lips meeting his own once more. Momentarily forgetting that he had nothing on, and all his thoughts were lost as Graham kissed him.
When Graham loosen his hold, Harry's hands gripped at Graham's hair and shoulders as the Slytherin pressed his body into Harry's with a deep kiss, his clothed hardness meeting Harry's and rolling down.
The Gryffindor gasped in the kiss and Graham used that moment to deepen it. Snaking his tongue pass his lips. His tongue trying to wrap around Harry's. He could taste a bit of Treacle Tart and chocolate.
Graham felt his entire body stand to attention at the excited mewl that came from Harry, he groaned deeply and did everything again just to hear it again. He needed to hear it again, it was now more vital than breathing.
How was one Gryffindor affecting him more than any other partner he had taken to bed?
That question would probably always remain unanswered. But he wasn't going to question it too hard.
The kissing was a little messy, but Graham found that he didn't mind as much as he would have. It somehow made it hotter. Especially when Harry tried to copy his movements. Though he did eventually have to break for much needed air.
He had to take in a few breathes before looking at Harry, his hair was a mess and lips were puffy. He looked quite the attractive sight.
"Are you ready for this?" Graham asked.
Harry's eyes blinked up at him, still trying to grasp on everything around him. He still was hard, and it was hard to think when you were still trying to remember how to breath after a kiss like that.
"Ready for wha—"
Graham slid down Harry's body, where his face was closest to his cock. Before he let Harry say anything before, he wrapped his lips around it.
Harry's eyes went wide as a gargled moan slipped between his lips. He wasn't sure if it was a groan or moan. His hands fisted around the sheets that he was lying on. His lower body spasmed as he felt Graham taking him deeper.
Sure, he had stroked himself a few times, but nothing was compared to what he felt now.
Intense heat ingulfed his cock, a tongue tracing around him. He could feel it building as two hands grasped at his hips.
A loud gasp echoed the room when a tongue swiped the head. Almost bucking and thrusting his cock deeper into Graham throat.
"Gra—" Harry tried to warn. His body shuddered before he felt himself releasing into Graham's mouth. His body sagged against the bed, feeling spent.
"Fuck that's hot," Graham rasped after swallowing, sitting back on his hunches, staring down at the disheveled Gryffindor.
"Sor—Sorry" Harry mumbled, "came too fast."
"Nah," Graham shook his head, "First time can be overwhelming, besides, I like knowing I managed to make you unravel that fast." He smirked, as he ran his calloused hands up and down Harry's spread legs, moving to kiss his knees, then thigh, and then nibbling around his pelvis. Thankfully, at their age, it was relatively easy to get going again, and he had every intention of bringing Harry over the edge as many times as he could.
"It's not over yet, that is just a small part of what you'll feel later," Graham grinned at him.
Harry made a wanton whimper at the thought. He couldn't imagine anything that could match what Graham just did. His legs were still shaking from the pleasure.
"Do you want to see me for this?" The Slytherin asked him.
Harry blushed again but nodded vigorously, "Yes," He pleaded.
Graham looked pleased with his answer as he used that moment to toss his own shirt and shuck off his trousers. You could hear them hitting the floor. His eyes shut briefly, palming his own cock, he didn't want to cum too quickly. Before long, his boxers were discarded as well.
He grinned when Harry saw him fully and gaped, blinking furiously, he knew he was well endowed, but he also knew how to bring insane pleasure to his partner with it as well.
"You're staring," Graham teased.
It had the effect he wanted when Harry's face turned even darker.
"You want to touch me?" Graham asked when he saw Harry aborted a movement of his hand. "Come on then," he whispered seductively, guiding Harry's hand easily to his throbbing cock.
The grip was loose around his cock.
"Stroke it like you would yours," Graham encouraged.
Harry nodded as he bit his lip.
"Oh yeah, fuck," Graham groaned, head tilted back as Harry attentively start moving gently but determined. Twisting his wrist and moving steadily, Harry gained confidence at the sound of Graham's moans. Gripping tighter, the length was hot and heavy in his hand, and definitely bigger than anyone had seen before. Ronald, Fred, and George had no shame and often just walked around the dorm or the Gryffindor Quidditch Changing rooms naked. He had even seen Oliver's once when the naked captain walked into Harry's shower by mistake. He felt his mouth water at the idea of having it inside of him. The Calming Draught kept him from freaking out at how it would fit. He was filled with excitement and arousal, it also did something to him, knowing that Graham didn't care that he was The-Boy-Who-Lived. He had worried many times that he wouldn't find someone to trust with his heart or virginity, that the person he did trust would go straight to the press. But even though he barely knew Graham, he knew he didn't care about all of that, and by the passion igniting between them, it wouldn't be a bland trapped marriage.
He knew a little bit about how sex worked between a female and male. Though it was a bit lost on him on how it would work with them. It wasn't exactly like anyone had actually told him on how things worked. The Dursleys definitely would never do that. He probably would have ran from the room if that were the case.
"How does—" Harry started to ask.
Graham used that moment to lean Harry back, so that his back hit the bed. Doing so, Harry lost the grip he had on Graham's cock.
"Ooff," the words escaped his mouth before Harry could stop them.
Graham had to take a deep breath, his own hand wrapping around him. Trying to hold himself back, at least for a little bit.
"You'll see," Graham forwarded as his hands then traced Harry's sides. They started to get lower until they reached his thighs and finally his legs. Spreading them apart so that he could see more of him.
Harry blushed as Graham spread him wider, like he was on display, but he couldn't bring himself to care when Graham was staring at him so hungrily. Graham reached over to his desk closest to them and grabbed a small jar of lube. Conjured lube work all well and good in a pinch, but it dried out a lot of faster and wasn't as good. This was Harry's first time, it was going to hurt a little bit, but anything Graham could do to ease it he would. And jar lube just worked better, and this stuff was top of the line.
Harry felt himself hardening again as Graham's lips kissed over his abs, latching onto one of his nipples and biting gently. "Fuck, yes, again," Harry demanded brokenly, much to Graham's delight.
He sat the jar to the side for now. He would need it in a few minutes. One of his hands reached blindly over for his wand.
"I've been told this may feel a little weird," Graham forewarned him before casting a nonverbal cleaning charm.
Harry jerked unexpectedly as it felt like he was being cleaned from inside out. He felt somewhat aware despite the lips sucking at one of his nipples. It made it really hard to think.
"What was that?!"
"Cleaning charm, there is also a Self-Lubrication charm that helps some," Graham answered him.
"I... I thought... The jar was lube" Harry gasped out as Graham stroked him gently with one hand, the other rolling his balls softly.
"It is," Graham smirked, "it is better than self-lube but the two together..." He paused to bite Harry's ear and breathed deeply, "is magic."
Harry moaned, and his hips moved up, seeking pressure and heat. "Oh please," he begged, not really knowing what he was begging for.
"How could I say no to that," Graham chuckled, twirling his wand between his fingers. Though he didn't give warning when he cast the next charm.
Harry's hips jerked slightly; it went from feeling almost empty to feeling inside of him slight wet. He was panting slightly. Half lidded eyes looking at Graham as he started to dip his fingers in the jar.
Once Graham was satisfied, his middle finger traced around Harry's entrance.
Harry's body started to pull away, "cold," he whined.
"Just wait," Graham grinned, and Harry's eyes widened when he felt the lube heating up slowly, to just the right temperature, warm and wet, a scent of lavender reaching his nose. Harry moaned as Graham teased his fingers over the entrance, applying pressure but not entering him yet. Graham made sure to kiss Harry deeply thoroughly distracting him as he finally pushed his middle finger in slowly.
Harry's eyes went wide with the new intrusion of his body. It felt... odd. It didn't hurt per say, but it wasn't like he randomly stuck fingers up his arse. It temporarily distracted him from the kiss. There was no way he wouldn't have noticed it.
Graham broke it briefly to speak, "tell me when."
"When what?! Cause it feel really weir—" Harry commented before he was racked with a shudder. He could only recall gasping after that.
"Found it," Graham smirked down at him.
Again!" Harry moaned, rolling his hips desperately.
"Bossy," Graham laughed but obliged immediately, eager to see that pleasure cross his face again. Maybe he should be worried at how easy it was to fall into Harry's spell. The powerful desire he had to please the Gryffindor.
He was watching Harry's face for any signs of discomfort as he carefully slid the second finger in. "That's it." He crooned as Harry mewled, pushing down against them, trying to make the fingers hit that spot again.
Graham took care to scissor his fingers apart.
Harry moaned at the slight burn; he couldn't even recall if he was speaking words anymore. He could feel them pumping in out of his body. Though part of him was growing frustrated because it wasn't hitting that one spot.
"Oh Merlin!" Harry moaned, apparently, he spoke too soon.
Graham took a moment to remove his fingers and coat them in more lube. He tried to ignore his cock throbbing at the whine Harry gave.
"Merlin," Graham breathed, "You were made for this weren't you?" He asked in wonder as he slid his fingers back in, with a third with them. Harry made a wounded sound, like all the air had been punched out of his chest. Wincing slightly and moving around trying to adjust.
It had stung more than the two fingers did and Graham's fingers weren't small. HIs body slightly trembled, how was he supposed to take Graham if just three fingers hurt?
Graham then happened to twist his fingers to accidently brush that same spot from earlier.
Harry gasped; the stinging forgotten for the moment. His fingers eventually grabbing at the sheets, desperately needing to hold onto something. Like when Graham had his lips around his cock, he could feel himself getting closer again. And the Slytherin hadn't even been inside him yet.
His eyes were squeezed shut, barely riding the pleasure as it threatened to overwhelm him.
"Let me hear you," Graham whispered in his ear, and Harry hadn't even realized that Graham was pressing down against him, kissing his neck, or that he had been biting his lip, suppressing his moans. "Moan for me," Graham begged, "let me hear everything."
Harry threw his head back and surged his hips up as Graham pressed into that spot over and over again. His moans and mewls were music to Graham's ears.
His breath was coming out in gasps as he could feel Graham's hard cock against his thigh.
"Can't— Graham— I can't…" Harry choked out, he could feel his fingers and body trembling with need.
It was as Graham brushed that spot once that Harry released for the second time, his cum hitting his own stomach. His arms fell limp at his side, breathing heavily. He couldn't recall ever cumming that hard in his life.
"That's it," Graham praised, his other hand running over Harry's hip and leg gently. As much as he wanted to just soothe Harry and let him come back to himself, he also knew while he was pliant and relaxed, still feeling the pleasure would be the easiest time for him. And with that he was guiding himself towards Harry's entrance.
He took more lube from the jar and coated his cock with it, giving it a few strokes. With easy movements, slowly he pushed.
He could feel Harry slightly wincing underneath of him. He knew the hardest part was getting the head past his entrance, it would be the biggest stretch. Not wanting Harry to tense up yet, he latched his teeth between his collarbone and neck. It wasn't a hard bite but soothed over with his tongue.
Harry's back arched with a moan, when had his neck been so sensitive?
Graham's fingers grasped at Harry's hips before moving in one quick thrust.
It caught Harry by surprise as his mouth gapped open in a moan. His insides felt sensitive, especially after the second time he came. He couldn't even describe what he felt at that moment. Fingers were nothing compared to the stretch of Graham's cock. It felt like he was going to explode. Places he was never aware of felt full and at capacity. That's when he realized that his legs were no longer spread apart, they were resting on Graham's shoulders. How did they get there?
"Fuck," Graham cursed as he pushed further into the tight and hot space. "So tight," he gasped.
"So full," Harry moaned at the same time. It felt like forever, but finally Graham bottomed out, he had to stop, not only to give Harry time to adjust, but also to make sure he didn't blow right there and then. It felt like sliding home, the perfect fit for him, he couldn't stop himself from grabbing Harry's jaw with one hand and kissing him hard. Devouring the Gryffindor.
Harry had to take a deep breath in from where he had been on his back and now on Graham's lap. He could feel his cock throbbing inside of him. Twitching. Just lightly brushing before he felt himself being kissed. He didn't even think about it when he felt a tongue at his lips. He pressed his tongue back when Graham's tried to swipe at his. It was like he was being eaten alive through a kiss.
Fingers were curled into his hair, lightly tugging. His eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt a thrust.
Graham had to break the kiss temporarily as his hips jerked forward. He groaned; Harry still felt tight around him. Like he was squeezing him in all the right places.
"Oh Merlin... More..." Harry begged.
"Hold on" Graham laughed breathlessly as he rolled his up into Harry, one hand spanning his lower back, the other the back of Harry's neck. "Fuck, you are hot," Graham murmured before kissing his chest, hand on his neck gripping his hair and pulling him back for better access to his nipples as he started to move steadily, keeping it slow.
"Faster…" Harry panted, he felt stretched and ready. He didn't want it slow, he wanted to feel it.
Graham slightly tugged on his hair as he slid out and slammed back in.
Harry's eyes nearly popped out. The pleasure ran through his entire body. He didn't even realize he had a thing for someone pulling his hair. And yet...
"Again!" He begged.
Graham was quick to grant his wish, pulling his hair again as he pounded into the Gryffindor, pulling wails of the pleasure from him. Harry moaning, almost completely incoherent as he tried to demand for more again, but Graham seemed to understand him and didn't let up on his onslaught.
Each thrust was trying to aim for that spot inside of him. Sometimes he missed, other times he hit dead on. Which Graham soon picked up on, his moans tended to get higher and less coordinated.
Graham found himself loving the sight of Harry like this. Completely at his mercy as he showed him pleasures that he couldn't ever imagine.
And as the walls tightened around his cock, he soon realized that Harry was getting close once more. But he could feel himself getting closer to that edge.
His thrusts soon became more erratic. It hadn't even been three more before groaning into Harry's ear. It was more sudden as his cock twitched before releasing inside of the Gryffindor. But still, he didn't pull out, not yet.
He quickly tugged Harry's hair and bit at his neck enthusiastically, rolling his hips through his orgasm. It was the feeling of the warm cum and Graham twitching inside of him paired with the rough tug that Harry orgasming for the third time that day.
"Fuck!" Harry screamed in pleasure, clamping down tight on Graham.
Spurts of cum started to leak from his cock as it stayed half hard on his stomach. It took several minutes before it turned soft. By then, Graham had pulled out of him, leaving cum in its trail. Though most of it was instead of the Gryffindor.
Harry let out a soft groan, he definitely was going to feel that in the morning. His eyes blinked up at the Slytherin.
"I made you scream," he smirked at him.
"Fuck off," Harry groaned as he flopped back on the bed, Merlin… it was soft. He could swear it was way nicer than his bed in the Gryffindor Tower. He may never leave this bed alive. He had never experienced such pleasure before. He had absolutely no issues with doing that again.
That only made Graham laugh, "you up for round two, then?"
Harry glared up at him, "does it look like I am!?"
"I don't know," Graham smirked. "You bounced back pretty quickly twice," he winked before waving his wand to remove their sweat. Unfortunately, he couldn't remove their essence without removing it from inside Harry which was pretty vital.
"You want a plug to help it catch?" He asked half seriously, half teasing.
"What?! No!" Harry felt himself blushing once more.
Graham snickered, "You could always shower with me. It'll help wash the cum off of you. Course, I can always help put more in you."
"I don't think I can move," Harry moaned pathetically.
That only made Graham even more amused, "did a good job, did I?"
"I refuse to answer," Harry sniffed primly, "You don't need anything to inflate your ego."
"That good, then," Graham smirked.
"Oh, shut it," Harry mumbled before turning. Though his back twitched at the movement. He slightly gasped at the soreness there. "Yep... definitely not moving..."
Graham just laughed before using his shirt to mop all the excess cum, making sure they could rest without getting sticky and uncomfortable. It would be washed later anyways. "Rest for now," He grinned at Harry who was slowly drifting off, the exhaustion catching up to him.
It took a few minutes before light snores could be heard from the Gryffindor.
The Slytherin brushed the few hairs that fell close to his closed eyes. With Harry asleep, he could admit a little to himself that the Gryffindor intrigued him. For far too long. He knew others had sent him Betrothal Contracts, but he never expected that it would be him. He knew that he would eventually have to trust him, he was now his betrothed. It was even in the contract that both of them had signed mere hours ago.
And there would be those that would not agree to what Harry had done. That meant he had around two weeks before then. Which would phrase the next question of what Dumbledore would do... He, like most Slytherins, knew that Harry Potter was the Headmaster's Golden Boy. But he was starting to see how untrue that was. Perhaps before this year... That would have been a different answer. Which he didn't see dwelling well for the Gryffindor in question.
Harry mumbled in his sleep before rolling over and burrowing into Graham's side with a happy sigh. He would have to be prepared to protect Harry and their heir from everyone. He frowned in thought, he would convince Harry to move into his private dorm. He couldn't risk any harm coming to them from angry Gryffindors or any house for that matter. Maybe he should order a protection amulet, to prevent the old coot from spelling Harry into losing it. He knew the kind of man the headmaster really was and he wouldn't stand by and let his family be hurt.
He supposed, if needed, the Betrothal Contract could work to his advantage. He knew that it was in writing that Harry would stay with him at his home after the school year was over.
Though he would sooner trust Slytherins than any other house in Hogwarts. They looked after their own, Afterall.