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A thirteen-year-old Harry James Potter stood silently inside the nearly pitch-black hut, already breathing heavily as he stared at the outline on the bed in front of him. He reached a trembling hand into his pocket and pulled out a small vial. The liquid was gone in a flash and his anxiety melted away almost as quickly, though his hands continued to shake as anticipation and arousal were still surging through him.

The teen quickly divested himself of his pajamas until the only thing left covering him was his invisibility cloak. He stepped up to the side of the bed, reached out past the cloak, and took a firm grip of the quilt covering the sleeping body.

It inched ever so slowly off the man as he steadily pulled. Once it was past a set of large, hairy knees, the black-haired boy took a step back again, but the minimal light from the clear, night sky outside was not quite enough for him to get a good look. He hurriedly found his wand amongst his discarded clothing and barely more than mouthed, “lumos,” as he turned back around.

Harry held his lit wand aloft and was slammed with a mix of emotions; relief, arousal… guilt. Obviously, he knew this was wrong on so. many. levels, but he’d been suppressing the growing desire to have a cock inside him for months now and he just couldn’t any longer. Not since he’d realized the week before just how massive Hargrid’s must be.

His breath quickened further as he observed the —thankfully— already naked form before him and marveled at his luck that the half-giant sleeps on his back. Even with magic, flipping him without waking him would have been an ordeal.

  Harry raised his wand a bit higher and leaned forward to get a better look at the only thing he cared about. Before reaching forward, he immediately realized he would need both hands; one to hold his wand so he could see what he was doing, one to actually do it and that his invisibility cloak would fall off if he stuck both hands out. So, he tentatively removed it.

The flaccid cock in front of him was already bigger than any of the fully grown men he’d seen in magazines —muggle or magic— and he had yet to find out if Hagrid was a grower or a show-er. He transferred his wand to his left hand and unsteadily reached for his prize. The flesh reacted to his touch instantly and by the time it was at full mast; Harry was beginning to worry if it would even fit inside him.

Reluctantly, the dark-haired teen released the swollen organ and retrieved his cloak from the floor. He threw it back over himself before ever so carefully climbing onto the bed and straddling the very large man; something he was just barely able to do.

Once he was settled on Hagrid’s pelvis, the giant cock throbbing behind him, Harry pointed his wand at his own rear and muttered a couple of well-practiced spells to prepare himself for the very bad thing he was about to do.

It took a few agonizingly long, slow minutes for Harry to get himself fully seated on the massive length. And due to the overall size of the man beneath him, he found himself kneeling on Hagrid’s hips just to make it work. But how the fuck he was still asleep was beyond him. Hagrid either had to be the world’s heaviest sleeper or he’d actually passed out drunk that night. Either way, Harry was thankful.

Harry took a few calming breaths as he relished the pulsating erection inside him before quietly extinguishing his wand and tossing it onto his pajama pile. He put his hands on his own thighs to brace himself and cautiously slid up the shaft he was mounted on, barely suppressing an intense shudder. His mouth fell open in a silent gasp as he descended the large cock once more.

In front of him, Harry heard a sleepy, gratified sigh as he continued to ride the half-giant at an excruciatingly slow place.

Too slow.

As much as he already, absolutely, loved it; it still wasn’t enough. If he went any harder or faster though, he would risk waking Hagrid; an event he actually had zero plan for. And he’d even assumed from the beginning he would’ve been caught long before now.

But… a little harder, just a little, should be okay, right? Right...?

The teen paused at the apex of his movement to adjust his stance a tiny bit so he could compensate for the increase, however slight, in strength and maintain control of his speed. What he was not prepared for though, was the amplification of pleasure. He released a loud, choked moan when he unintentionally dropped with slightly more force than he’d meant. The sleeping man beneath him twitched and grunted, freezing Harry in place.

The cloak may have made him invisible, but it did not make him intangible. Hagrid would still be able to feel all eighty-five pounds of him perched on his pelvis as well as the tightness encasing his cock.

“Wha… wha’ is tha’?” Hagrid’s gruff voice sleepily panted into the darkness.

Harry’s heart should have been pounding in his chest as he watched the outline of an immense hand wave in the air, searching for what was sitting on its owner, but the potion he’d taken at the start kept him calm. The appendage brushed against the fabric covering him before harshly pulling it away.

Contact was then made with the boy’s thigh, causing Harry to gasp excitedly. “Who’s there?” the groundskeeper called more firmly a moment before a table lamp flared to life next to the bed.

Hagrid’s dark eyes widened in absolute shock upon registering a very naked, very hard Harry kneeling on his lap, staring back almost manically. He stammered gibberish for a second, trying to make sense of what he was seeing and feeling. “H-Harry…?” he finally managed to spit out.

The dark-haired teen waited a few heartbeats for any other reaction and when the seconds continued to tick by without one, he picked up where he left off. Could it really make things any worse at this point?

Despite the fact that his aroused manhood was still currently enveloped inside a hot, tight channel, Hagrid was very much not expecting the sudden movement and unconsciously released a pleasured gasp.

The sound sent a jolt of excitement through Harry’s groin and he immediately sped up, not bothering to hold anything back now that he’d been discovered.

For a brief moment, Hagrid lost himself and his eyes rolled back as they slid shut.

A triumphant flare flashed through Harry’s chest while he bounced as hard as his small stature would allow. It was quickly replaced by mild panic —a sign that his anxiety-impeding potion was wearing off— when his hips were suddenly grabbed with excessive force, stilling him midway up.

Harry watched the obvious conflict play out across Hagrid’s face, wondering what was going to happen next as the man wrestled with his moral dilemma. He was pleasantly surprised when he was slammed the rest of way back down far harder than he ever would have been able to achieve on his own, rather than being lifted off. The thirteen-year-old let his legs fall on either side of the large body under him as he enjoyed being oh, so brutally handled. And before either of them knew it, Hagrid was howling as he spilled himself within the boy on top of him.

The feeling of the erection pulsing inside him as he was filled sent Harry over the edge instantly. A dark head of hair dropped backward and he arched his back as his own fluids spurted in thick ropes onto the hairy stomach in front of him. And all without a single touch ever being applied to own cock.

Spent, Harry slumped in exhaustion and would have ended up on the floor were it not for the giant pair of hands still grasping his hips. The two remained silent beyond their ragged breathing for several long moments.

 It took a good minute, but once Hagrid had calmed a decent amount, he sat himself up and removed the teen from his lap. Then he set Harry on his feet, having the good sense not to sit him on his abused rear.

Harry watched the half-giant gawk awkwardly at his own knees for a moment as his mouth struggled to express what needed to be said.

“Hagrid?” Harry softly asked, jolting him out of his stupor. Dark, beady eyes snapped up and finally made contact with the jade ones observing him, but speech continued to remain elusive.

Tension grew with the silence and, eventually, Harry decided it was probably time to just leave. He turned toward his pajamas without a word, gingerly took a step forward, and then marveled over the almost complete lack of pain in his backside when he moved. Once he was dressed and had collected his belongings, he headed for the door.

“Harry… wait,” Hagrid finally said as the aforementioned boy touched the knob.

A pregnant pause followed.

“I’m not staying if you can’t speak,” Harry sassed without looking back.

“We need ter talk abou’… wha’ jus’ happened,” he firmly declared.

Unruly, black hair bobbed as Harry nodded his understanding and murmured, “okay.” He slowly rotated in place to find Hagrid had donned what had to be the world’s largest bathrobe. “Should we sit?” he then asked, pointing at the table.

Hagrid opened his mouth to respond affirmatively, but cut himself off. “Maybe uh… yeh shouldn’…” he stammered.

“I’m fine, Hagrid,” Harry attempted to reassure the other, hoping not to come off overly confident and make him think he was just compensating. He took a seat and waited.

Eventually, Hagrid was sitting across from his young friend and had run out of excuses to continue stalling. He stared at the wooden surface between them for a moment before huffing in frustration and turning a terrifying glare on Harry. “D’you know wha’ it is yeh jus’ did?” he frantically and angrily questioned.

Harry had the decency to both look and feel ashamed. “Yeah,” he whispered at the table.

“’m really no’ so sure yeh d—”

“I know what rape is, Hagrid!” Harry shouted, his breathing becoming ragged as he neared panic. “I know. I know. I know. I know it was wrong. I know,” he rambled. “That wasn’t- I-”

Hagrid’s anger quickly melted into concern as the teen began hyperventilating. “Yer grades’ve bin slippin’ in all yeh’re classes, even mine. I ov’rheard Fred ‘n’ George sayin’ tha’ Oliver’s thinkin’ ‘bout suspendin’ yeh from the team if yeh don’ star’ playin’ bet’er soon. Hermione tol’ me she’s worried ‘bout yeh.

“Yeh’re at leas’ distracted by sumthin’. Wha’s bin goin’ on with yeh lately, Harry?” he asked more softly than before once the thirteen-year-old had calmed down some.

Harry tapped on the table with his right hand and nervously chewed his bottom lip. He took a jittery breath and finally replied, “I-I guess… I’m not— fuck, I can’t do this! It’s…”

“’s okay, Harry. ‘m no’ goin’ ter judge yeh and…” He sighed in resignation and then finished reassuringly, “yeh’re no’ in trouble.”

Harry’s gaze snapped up in surprise to meet the black eyes watching him. “That… that helps a lot. Thank you,” he murmured before continuing to stammer, “it’s just… really awkward.”

“Think we’re a bit pas’ tha’” Hagrid quipped dryly.

The corner of Harry’s lip quirked up in amusement.

“I jus’ wan’ ter help yeh righ’ now.”

With wide eyes, the dark-haired boy put his hands together and took a deep breath before spouting, “I am not handling puberty very well.” He was met with curious silence and slowly expanded, “I… seem to have an… exceptionally high sex drive. Like, ridiculously, obnoxiously high.”

Hagrid struggled with how to respond for a moment. He knew his initial thought of “obviously” probably wouldn’t go over very well. But that also didn’t seem like a good enough reason for this conversation to have been necessary. “Can yeh be more specific?” he finally settled on.

Harry took another deep, shuddery breath and replied, “A few months ago now, I just… I started getting…” he paused trying to think of the least embarrassing way he could word this. “…turned on all the time. Constantly. Literally constantly. Even if I wasn’t… I’m not hard; I still want sex that I’d never even had before!” The half-giant opened his mouth to speak, but now that he was getting it out; Harry couldn’t stop and he was cut off.

“Before that, I’d have a wank a few times a week,” he plowed on, no longer caring how brash he was already as he rambled. “But then it was every day. Then when I’d wake up and when I’d go to bed. Lunch. Between classes. Asking to use the loo so I could during class.

“The more time passed, the harder it got to get myself off and I realized it was because I felt… empty. And not emotionally, literally. I figured out I didn’t want to fill holes; I wanted mine filled. So, I went to the library, did a lot of reading before sticking anything up my arse, got ahold of some magazines from another student, and blew my own mind.”

Harry interrupted himself with a cough and realized how dry his throat was. “I don’t suppose I could get something to drink?”

The pair was quiet as Hagrid puttered about making a pot of tea. It wasn’t until they were both settled with a cup and Harry had taken a couple of sips of moisten his esophagus that he was ready to continue.

“So… I kind of thought things would’ve improved after making that discovery. And for a while they did, at least in the being-able-to-come department, but the frequency kept steadily increasing… until a couple of week ago when everything. Stopped. Working. Again!” He paused to clear his throat and take another drink. “Harder, faster, bigger, more. It didn’t matter. It wasn’t enough.

“I had an idea of what I needed and started making a list of guys I thought might at least consider having sex with me. But then last week, before I got to the point of actually approaching anyone, i-it occurred to me…” he trailed off before taking a deep breath to collect himself. “I don’t remember what I was thinking about anymore that lead to this, but… it occurred to me that you must have a cock to match the rest of you. And I haven’t been able to think about anything else since.”

Green eyes were wide, nearly manic, as Harry finished his diatribe. The silence that followed his conclusion was deafening. Clearly, he had some kind of problem.

Finally, Hagrid heaved a heavy sigh. “Okay, so i’ soun’s like maybe yeh migh’ be uh… addict’d ter sex somehow,” he deduced before adding as gently as he could, “bu’ I don’ see why tha’ led to this.”

Harry had to take another long second again to keep from panicking. He stared at his now empty tea cup, shaking his head sharply. “You don’t understand,” he hoarsely choked out. “I’ve been so tired and so weak; I was really, for real, starting to believe I would die if I didn’t get someone to fucking shag me soon.”

Hagrid awkwardly cleared his throat. “Be tha’ as i’ may… yeh can’ jus’ do tha’ ter sumone.

“Mos’ people woulda hit yeh, hexed yeh… or worse. If yeh’d bin anyone else I mighta…” He let that horrific thought hang in the air.

The boy swallowed thickly as he unintentionally pictured Hagrid crushing him as easily as a tin can.

“I— I— I need to find willing partners before this gets worse,” Harry stammered.

“I thin’ yeh need ter talk to someone abou’ this,” the bearded man stated. “Yeh need help.”

Harry really didn’t want to think about that, couldn’t think about it. “At least let me see if I can get it under control first; if it’s just puberty. Or maybe I just really wanted to know what sex was like and I’ll be fine now. I do actually feel a lot calmer than I have in a long time,” the very young man tried to reason.

Hagrid had his doubts, but he supposed it really wasn’t up to him. He would certainly be keeping a much closer eye on Harry for the foreseeable future though. “If tha’s wha’ yeh wan’, Harry,” he conceded. “Jus’ make sure yeh stick ter men who are… yeh know, actually attract’d ter other men,” he suggested.

A deep, red blush rapidly spread across Harry’s face and he buried it in his hands. “I’m sorry,” came his muffled, mortified apology. He kept his face covered, but lifted his palms off his mouth so he could speak clearly and added, “I didn’t even think about that part.”

When he finally met Hagrid’s eye again, it was to give him a look of confusion. “Then why did… you didn’t even stop me! You did the exact opposite of stopping me!” Harry frantically recapped.

And just like that, it was the hybrid-man’s turn to be awkward. He wasn’t even sure he should be answering that. It wasn’t really any of Harry’s business; not to mention, an inappropriate topic of discussion for him to have with a barely teenager. But with what just happened, in some twisted way, maybe he had a right to know.

Hagrid nervously tapped the tips of his fingers together as he truthfully replied, “I, uh… I’ve never actually, uh…”

Harry’s eyes became impossibly wide as the implications of Hagrid’s stuttering sank in. “You mean… with anyone?” he asked incredulously, as he found that absolutely impossible to believe.

Upon receiving a nod of confirmation, Harry’s gaze went from Hagrid to the massive bed in the corner, back at Hagrid, and then down where he would be seeing the half-giant’s crotch were there not a table between them. When he looked back up at the other male, he deduced with a snicker, “girls… are stupid.”

While Hagrid chuckled in response, he noticed the lightening sky outside and returned his attention to his uninvited guest. “I thin’ ‘s abou’ time yeh go’ back ter bed,” he suggested.

Suddenly realizing just how late —or early— it must be, Harry yawned widely as he nodded in agreement. He stood from his chair and stretched before making sure he had his wand and invisibility cloak with him still. Hagrid escorted him to the door where he turned and timidly apologized once again. “I really am sorry, Hagrid,” he murmured.

“I know tha’ wasn’ you, Harry. Yeh haven’ bin in yehr righ’ mind lately,” Hagrid gently replied before opening the door for him.

Harry stepped out into the cool, autumn air and turned back to his friend. “Night, Hagrid,” he said with a small nod.

“G’night, Harry,” Hagrid echoed a moment before the teen disappeared from sight.

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Almost exactly a week later, Harry had finally settled on who he was going to approach first. The Hufflepuff quidditch captain: Cedric Diggory.

Originally, the raven’s list of potential sex partners had only consisted of thirteen, fourteen, and fifteen year olds. Anyone younger was out of the question for the obvious reasons and everyone older he figured would give him a no for those same reasons; it’s just too inappropriate. But Cedric was really. fucking. hot. And therefore, difficult to ignore; especially with how often they’d bump into each other coming and going from their respective quidditch practices. Harry got to the point where he was showing up earlier or staying later just to watch him for a bit. Madam Hooch even had to explicitly instruct him not to arrive more than five minutes early for his own team’s scheduled time and to leave promptly when it was over due to some of the Hufflepuffs complaining he was spying on them.

It wasn’t until Harry noticed that Cedric seemed to flirt with just as many guys as he did girls, that he was moved from his mental list of hot guys to his actual, physical, written-down list of guys who might consider sleeping with him. In fact, he was practically at the top, right up there with Fred and George. And the only thing stopping him from approaching them first was the fear that they could possibly tell Ron. It was bad enough that Ginny had a crush on him. If Ron were to find out Harry’d had sex with two of his brothers (maybe at the same time), he’d probably have an aneurysm.

So now, Harry was standing outside the Hufflepuff team’s locker room, waiting for six of the seven players to leave so he could have a private moment with their captain. Oliver was always the last Gryffindor out; he could only hope the Hufflepuff was the same.

Finally, the penultimate student exited and Harry knew his target was alone. He slipped through the door and locked it behind him. He’d rather they not get walked in on if things went his way.

Harry nervously meandered down the short hallway toward the guys’ change room and peaked around the corner. The older boy was standing in front of his open locker, dripping wet and wearing nothing but a towel, as he’d clearly just gotten out of the shower.

“Holy shit,” Harry gasped a little bit more loudly than he’d meant.

Droplets flew from Cedric’s sandy hair as his head snapped toward the voice. “Who’s that?” he calmly called, likely thinking one of his teammates had just forgotten something from their own locker. The thirteen-year-old took a deep breath before stepping out from behind the wall. “Harry?” the Hufflepuff exclaimed in confusion.

“Hi, Cedric…” Harry timidly greeted the nearly-naked teen.

Cedric dropped the shirt he’d just pulled out of his cubby and turned his attention to the other seeker. “I told them you were just eager to be on the pitch, but now I’m starting to think my team was right about you spying on us,” he revealed, clearly somewhat annoyed.

“I’m not spying on you,” the black-haired boy responded reflexively.

“So I am right,” the sixteen-year-old said with a relieved smile.

Harry awkwardly cleared his throat. “That’s… not what I said,” he indicated.

Perplexed once again, Cedric asked, “what else could you possibly be doing, if not spying, then? I’m the Hufflepuff seeker; you’re the Gryffindor seeker and all you do is stare at—” It suddenly clicked into place and his expression shifted into a curious smirk as he asked, “what, exactly, are you doing here, Harry?”

There was a short pause as he considered how tactfully to answer that. He decided not to beat around the bush and prattled, “I like guys. You’re into guys. You’re hot. I’m horny. And I may not have a lot of experience, but I am smart enough to know that, whether in celebration or consolation, after a match is a fantastic time for sex. So… would you like to have sex with me?”

Cedric blinked stupidly a few times. That was not what he had expected; an admission of a crush maybe, but not that. “How… how old are you?” he questioned.

“Fourteen,” Harry lied without hesitation. Not immediately being denied meant there was a glimmer of hope and he was not going to risk that hope by being just months too young for Cedric to say yes.

The Hufflepuff looked skeptical. “You’re a third year,” he acknowledged.

Harry shot back instantly, “my birthday was last month.”

The older teen chuckled and noted, “you’re serious.”

“And you’re interested,” Harry retorted as he pointed out the growing tent in Cedric’s towel.

Cedric glanced down at the bulge before looking back up, casually crossing his arms, and leaning on a closed locker. “Oh no,” he crooned with a sardonic smirk. “You got me.”

Green eyes widened in excitement as Harry inhaled sharply. That sure as FUCK sounded like a ‘yes’ to him. He was across the room in a handful of strides and came to a stop mere inches from the bigger seeker, who was now standing up right again.

Harry held the hazel gaze observing him as he slowly removed the towel draped around Cedric’s waist. He folded it haphazardly a couple of times, dropped it on the floor between them, and then immediately proceeded to use it as a kneepad.

Finally, Harry had to break eye contact to regard his first, normal-sized, cock. And, of course, compare it to the only other one he’d ever had. Despite how much he enjoyed Hagrid’s size though, he already knew he was going to like this one better. Even if only because he would have been terrified of Hagrid’s if he hadn’t taken that potion beforehand.

The Gryffindor enveloped the base of the shaft with a small hand, barely covering half. He heard a gasp of anticipation above him as he leaned forward to give the tip a tentative taste.

Before making contact though, he glanced back up at Cedric with a slightly questioning stare, silently double-checking that it was okay to continue. Upon receiving a nod of confirmation, he snapped his attention back to the task at hand and wrapped his lips around the entire swollen head. He took a minute to experiment there with both tongue and suction, earning himself an appreciative moan from the captain he was fellating.

Harry released his mouthful and tilted the erection up to languidly lick from base to tip. His next mission was to then see how much of the length he could take at once. It took a few tries, but eventually his nose reached pelvis and he hummed triumphantly as he slid back up the shaft.

Cedric groaned as the vibrations sent jolts of pleasure through his groin and he buried a hand in thick, black hair to still the kneeling teen. “How did you want to be fucked?” he panted as his cock was questioningly released.

“Uh…” Harry glanced around the room as he stalled. “I don’t know,” he frankly replied. “I’ve never had sex in a locker room.”

While offering a hand to help the younger boy off the floor, Cedric warily asked, “you have had sex though, right?”

“Of course,” the Gryffindor scoffed.

“Just checking,” the sandy-haired teen sighed in relief. “The one time I was with a virgin, she thought we were going to get married. So I decided to avoid them altogether; at least until I’m ready to actually make that commitment. And I’m certainly not yet,” he finished with a purr.

Harry smirked back at the taller seeker and said, “I think you’ve got more experience in this area than I do; so how do you like to shag in here?”

Cedric took him by the hand and all but dragged Harry toward a long, cushioned bench positioned directly under a window on the back wall. “Why am I the only one naked?” he demanded and immediately began divesting him of the muggle t-shirt and jeans he was wearing. “You certainly had high hopes,” he snickered a moment later when he discovered a distinct lack of underwear.

“Yes, yes I did,” Harry enthusiastically agreed, now as bare as the other.

“Turn around, Harry,” Cedric amusedly instructed.

The dark-haired boy quickly obeyed and from there he was able to figure out on his own that he was supposed to kneel on the bench and brace himself on the window sill. He paused between the two tasks to remove his glasses and set them far out of the way in the very corner of the window that was frosted to allow in natural light, but also maintain privacy.

Almost the moment Harry was bent over with his forearms resting on the ledge, he felt something warm, wet, and soft prod his unprepared entrance. He gasped at the new sensation as he glanced over his shoulder to confirm his suspicion that a tongue was being used on him.

The action was short lived and only a moment later, a single, spit-slickened finger slowly pressed into him. He panted with increasing vigor until the digit was removed and he whined pitifully. A light nip to one of his butt cheeks preceded a quick, “I need my wand from my locker.”

Before Cedric could even move, Harry shot a hand toward him and commanded, “give me mine.” He cast the lubrication spell on himself and had his arm returned to its previous position in a flash.

Immediately, the finger from a minute ago reentered him by itself as a precaution before it retreated and resumed its job, but now with a friend.

“Please… please, hurry up,” the dark-haired boy begged, growing impatient with the extended amount of time it took to be manually stretched.

The now three fingers jabbed into him one last time and were then removed, only to be replaced by something larger once the teen behind him was standing again.

Harry shivered in anticipation when he felt the pressure from the blunt tip of a hard cock against him for a mere second before the head was inside him. It stilled for a few heartbeats and then painstakingly slowly finished penetrating him. “That’s really… not necessary,” he panted as he recalled the complete lack of negative consequences after being essentially rag-dolled by Hagrid, of all people, only days earlier.

It wasn’t until his hips were firmly against Harry’s arse that Cedric paused to asked, “are you sure?” The other seeker was young, but it was his tiny stature that worried him. He’d never be able to forgive himself if he accidentally hurt someone by ignoring his better instincts. The intense, smoldering look Harry gave him over his shoulder in response was more than enough to convince him the other boy knew what he was talking about, though.

For entirely different reasons now, the sandy-haired captain pulled out ever so slowly until only the head remained enclosed in the tight channel. He waited for a moment. And then another. And another, teasing Harry, waiting to see how long it would take him to react.

It wasn’t even an entire minute before green eyes were snapping back to glare frustratedly up at the smirking teen. And as soon as they were making eye-contact, Cedric thrust back in to the hilt as vigorously as he could.

Harry released a near-scream of pleasure from the unexpected action and they quickly fell into the hardest, fastest pace they could maintain in their position, which was actually saying something.

As he neared released, the larger boy let go of the lithe hips in his grasp and moved his hands to support himself on the windowsill on either side of Harry. He buried his face against the side of a sweaty neck as he grunted in time with his thrusting. His movements were reduced to forceful, shallow grinding not long later as he blew his load and rode out the pleasure.

The warmth and sensation of the cock filling him sent Harry over the edge instantly and his own seed messed the bench beneath them.

Once they were both spent, Cedric slipped his softened flesh from the other student and plopped next to him on the seat. They smiled goofily at each other for minute as they struggled to get their breathing and heartrates back down to normal.

“I don’t suppose you’d be up for doing this again sometime?” Harry asked hopefully once he could finish a sentence without having to stop to refill his lungs in the middle.

Cedric looked at him curiously. “S’pose that depends on what you’re looking for from me,” he replied with a shrug.

“I just want someone to fuck me more often,” he honestly explained. “And don’t want to have to start all the way over all over again every. Single. Time. I’m horny.”

“You’re also a teenage boy, Harry,” the older seeker began with a smirk, “would you turn down free, casual sex with a hottie?”

Harry shook his head and laughed in response as Cedric finally stood back up. He stretched and informed his new fuck-buddy, “I’m gonna go rinse off again really quick. Feel free to do whatever you need yourself.” He gestured toward the showers he was already headed toward.

“Thanks!” Harry called after him just before he disappeared around the partition.

Once he’d stood himself, but before he could make a decision on his next move, he was startled by an unexpected, “by the way…”

The young Gryffindor jumped out of his skin.

“Sorry,” Cedric tittered as Harry turned to face him while dramatically clutching his chest over his heart. “I just wanted to let you know: I’m aware that your birthday is over summer holiday.”

A dark-red flush of embarrassment spread up Harry’s neck and face as his mouth dropped open in silent shock at the revelation. However, Cedric had still consented to everything that just happened, so… yay!

For the remainder of the school year, the two opposing seekers would meet up in either of their locker rooms two or three times a month for a guaranteed decent shag. And to Harry’s delight, Cedric even showed him the special bathroom for prefects, captains, etc. and he got to enjoy the pool-sized bathtub with him a couple of times.

In almost no time at all, every area in Harry’s life that had been lacking began to improve. The change was more than noticeable to the people around him and everyone he cared about informed him of how happy they were he was clearly looking and feeling so much better. Even Hagrid only took a couple of months to hold him back at the end of a Care of Magical Creatures lesson to congratulate him on his improvement, but, of course, also ask how he was doing it to make sure the boy had taken his advice to heart.

Harry didn’t tell him the who or the where, but he did do him the kindness of letting him know he found a willing and, relatively, age-appropriate guy to get off with once in a while.

Then, with only a few weeks left before summer break, Harry was unexpectedly summoned to the headmaster’s office. He hadn’t done anything wrong, so he wasn’t particularly nervous; just confused as he made his way up the spiral stairs.

“Come in!” Dumbledore’s cheery voice called from beyond the door only a moment after knocking on it. The teen did as instructed and mild uncertainty turned into full-blown bewilderment when he immediately spotted a black-haired man seated in front of the headmaster’s desk also occupying the office. From the back, he thought it was Snape for half a second, hence his confusion, but then registered he’d just left potions so that didn’t make sense.

“Harry,” Professor Dumbledore regained his attention and waved him across the room. “I have someone I’d like you to meet.” He then gestured toward the mystery man who still did not move to look at him.

In fact, as Harry neared, he almost seemed to be avoiding his curious gaze altogether.

“This is Sirius Black. He was one of your parents’ best friends… And your godfather,” he tenderly explained.

“M-My… what?” Harry stammered in disbelief before his attention snapped from Dumbledore to the man sitting a few feet to his left.

Finally, Sirius warily tilted his head up to look at the thirteen-year-old. Kind, grey eyes regarded him from a handsome, pale face that was obviously thinned from malnourishment. His cautious expression morphed into amazement as he declared, “holy shit, you’re a little baby James, aren’t you?”

Harry could not hold back the ecstatic grin that instantly split his face at the awed comparison.

The man immediately continued, “but those are obviously your mum’s eyes. Your dad’s were hazel.”

The boy dropped into the empty chair between them. “What else?” he nearly cried.

Sirius smiled at his enthusiasm and almost absentmindedly reached toward an unruly fringe. He paused and asked, “do you mind if...?” He pointed at his own forehead, indicating that he’d like to see his scar.

“No, not at all,” Harry replied and did not hesitate to reveal it himself.

A heavy sigh escaped Sirius as his thin lips tightened. His still raised hand found one of the teen’s shoulders as he murmured, “I am so sorry, Harry.”

“It’s not your fault,” Harry assured him as his emerald eyes swam with unshed tears.

“Yeah… yeah, it is,” the man quietly insisted with a solemn shake of his head. His hand limply fell into his own lap. “I’m the one who made them switch secret-keepers because, obviously, their best friend would fill that role. So, I’d be the red herring. I didn’t know Peter was nothing more than a cowardly, human-shaped piece of shit though,” he finished with a growl.

Harry forcefully shook his head. “That doesn’t make it your fault. The only ones at fault are the arseholes who chose to hurt people,” he vehemently stated.

“I should’ve been there to help. If I had been there…” Sirius continued to blame himself as he remorsefully covered his tearing eyes with a hand.

Not having been in such a position before, Harry glanced behind the desk to silently ask Professor Dumbledore what he was supposed to do to console the increasingly distraught man, but found they had been left alone for their reunion. He returned his attention to the, now sobbing, Sirius and did the one thing he’d always craved when he was upset as a child; he hugged him with everything he had.

Harry released his pent up emotion as well as the pair of men cried together for a few minutes. Eventually, they were able to compose themselves.

With an ironic chuckle as he wiped at his wet eyes, Sirius thickly admitted, “you know, I’d kinda thought this was gonna to be other way around.”

The boy managed his own small laugh before asking a burning question, “where have you been all this time?”

“Well, the short answer is: Azkaban. But I’d wager you want the long one,” Sirius confidently assumed.

Harry nodded and then listened with rapt attention as his godfather recounted the tale of how he ended up in prison for a murder that was actually a well-disguised suicide.

“Then once Voldemort was finally gone for good after your first year, Dumbledore worked to get me out. It took a lot of time and there was a lot of red tape, but here I am!” he happily declared. “Now, I did inherit my family home, but I sure as shit don’t want to live there nor would I feel comfortable raising a kid there, so-”

“Wait!” Harry interrupted a little more loudly then he’d intended as he registered what Sirius just said. “Do you mean…?” He dumbly pointed from himself to the older, dark-haired man.

“Of course! You think I’m gonna leave you with Lily’s bitch sister?”

Harry was speechless as he processed this information. His eyes blindly darted back and forth, waiting for the punchline. When none came, he focused back on his godfather. “I never have to go to the Dursley’s again?” he inquired, still in disbelief.

“Not unless you have any stuff you need—”

“Nope, not a single goddamn thing!” Harry giddily interrupted as his knees bounced animatedly.

Sirius smiled brightly at his godson’s exhilaration. “And here I was worried you wouldn’t want to live with me, a stranger,” he freely admitted.

“Are you kidding me!?” the teen exclaimed. “You’re a wizard and you’re clearly not a dick; sign me the fuck up.” He released an incredulous gasp, still processing this wondrous twist in his life.

Suddenly, Harry jumped up from his seat and started pacing to work off his rising excited energy. “Fuck, I can’t wait to tell Ron and Hermione,” he rambled as thoughts flew through his head at a million miles an hour.

“Are you always such a potty mouth?” Sirius interrupted his musings with a chuckle. “Or am I just THAT bad of an influence already?”

“Oh, sorry,” the jade-eyed boy sheepishly responded before justifying his vocabulary with, “I am just really, really happy.”

Sirius laughed again. “I’m only teasing, Harry. I get it.” He then steered back to the last thing his new charge said before his rhetorical question. “So, who are Ron and Her… mione, I think you said?”

Harry opened his mouth to automatically say that they were his best friends, but he decided to go another way with his explanation at the last second. “They don’t know it yet,” he began with a hint of amusement, “but I’m basically their you.”

“Aaaahhhh,” Sirius breathed with an exaggerated, knowing nod. “You’re the sexy, single lead to their two-wheeled carriage. Or, at least, you will be whenever they figure out the thing between them.”

With a laugh, Harry replied, “that sounds like a long way of calling ME a third wheel.”

Sirius scoffed playfully. “Never sell yourself short, my child. That was not the first time I’ve used that phrase, so, obviously, I never have.” He then laughed at himself. “See, that’s a great lesson for a kid. I’m not half-bad at this parenting thing!”

Harry excitedly bounced on his feet as he was reminded of the plans they were making. “You said you have a house?” he suddenly remembered.

“Yes and no,” the man replied cryptically as he tilted his head back and forth. “I was saying before that I’m not bringing up a kid in my parents’ house.

“I’ve actually been out for a couple of months now trying to get everything in order, including a place for us to live. Dumbledore suggested it would be best we not meet or tell you until I was at least close to securing a house. You know, in case you did end up having to go back to the muggles for a bit first; it would’ve been far less disappointing,” Sirius apologetically explained.

The black-haired teen sighed. “Yeah, no, I get that.” Their conversation was suddenly intruded upon by the loud, hungry rumbling of Harry’s stomach, which made sense. It must’ve been dinner time by then.

“Dumbledore already gave me the all clear to eat in the great hall; if you’d like to get some food and keep talking,” Sirius responded to the interruption.

“Yeeees, thank you!”

As they made their way toward the door together, Harry suddenly stopped short as he remembered something else. “Professor Lupin knew my parents, too!” he practically shouted. “Why hasn’t he ever mentioned you? Does he know you’re free?”

Sirius gestured for them to keep walking as he replied, “Remus didn’t know what we did; so, he believed I really did betray your family. My educated guess would be he wanted to protect you from that painful truth.

“And yes. He and I have spoken; and he was incredibly relieved to find out his best friend didn’t sellout their other best friend and then murder their third best friend.”

They descended the spiral staircase as Harry emphasized his next sentence by heavily dropping his feet down the steps in time with each word. “So, Lupin’s. Been. Lying. To. Me, Too.”

“No, not lying,” Sirius rejected playfully as he put his right arm around his godson’s shoulders and squeezed him affectionately. “Just omitting.”

Harry laughed heartily at the pedantry as the two generations of Gryffindors continued to bond while following their stomachs toward food.

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I am SOOO excruciatingly sorry, everyone.

Unfortunately, posting will be on hiatus indefinitely due to bullshit.

BARELY over 2 weeks ago, I bought a laptop bag so that I could take my laptop to work instead of a notebook because I can type faster than I can write by hand, 2 days a week. Yesterday, JUST as I got home from work, one of the fabric loops that the strap clips to entirely ripped off, my laptop fell about 3 feet from my hip to the ground, and NOW IT DOESN'T WORK!!!! Amazon is refusing to take responsibility for a faulty product they endorse by hosting it on their site simply because it's not THEIR product. The proper way to handle this from their end is that they fix it for me and then THEY go after the company responsible for THEIR compensation. But no, now I have to spend part of today calling a janky Chinese company demanding they fix this issue because my LAPTOP should be SAFE in a LAPTOP BAG designed for carrying LAPTOPS.

I'm currently at my local library typing, copy, and pasting this message into all of my active stories.

This does NOT automatically mean I won't be doing any writing for that time. I do still have notebooks and all of my stories are backed up on flashdrives, which I updated maybe a week ago after I started a new fic. If I still manage to get a decent amount of writing done during my crisis, it's NOT impossible to see my next scheduled post up on time.

9/17:
After contacting support again, this time on the phone, it looks like Amazon WILL be taking responsibility for this. They even took a report of the conduct of the people I dealt with in chat the night before. I'm pretty damn sure I was lied to and given the run around because, when I asked to be escalated, it took 3 tries to get one. The first person, said nothing and dipped back out. The second asked, AGAIN, if I was sure I wanted to escalate. Can't say when, but that's what's happening right now.

And thank you to everyone supporting me through this crisis!!!