Most Unlikely

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D, For Draco?

Harry awoke the next morning once again as he had so many times before by rolling over onto his morning erection and gasping, just as most of the other boys in the room did. Harry chuckled to himself as he pushed aside his drapes and climbed from his bed, stark naked, fully erect. Ron slowly groaned and turned the other way with Harry now standing wide in the open. Ron along with Seamus and Dean were both stark naked. Dean was a dark toned boy, with short brown hair. Harry smiled widely as Dean turned to dress himself and exposed his attentive erection as well. Dean was not circumcised and Harry could see his dark head dipping towards the ground as Dean pulled on his boxers.

Ron quickly pulled on his own boxers as Harry stretched his arms out wide and stifled a yawn. Dean smiled at Harry and turned to head out of the dorm with Seamus and Neville, who were busy in conversation. Slipping on his slippers Harry made his way to his trunk while Ron began talking to him.

“So, Harry. We didn’t have much time to talk on the train, how was your holiday?”

Harry continued digging through his trunk for his towel, “Well, it was ok I guess. I got pretty lonely by myself at the Dursley’s.” Harry replayed his holidays through his mind, it consisted mainly of him lying on his bed, or pleasuring himself to a magazine he stole from Dudly.

“Ron…” Harry sputtered.

“Yeah mate?” Ron turned to face Harry, who was still stark naked, feeling his own member growing a tad at the site of Harry’s still throbbing erection.

“Ron, have you… Well, noticed a change…. In…” Harry stuttered on his words. “It’s just I noticed that I.”

Ron laughed and finally threw his own towel at Harry. “Yeah, mate. We all get horny and want to fuck the brains out of the first girl we see.”

Harry laughed nervously at his remark grabbing the towel from mid air, “Good, I’m not the only one.” He managed to rasp out, awkwardly.

Ron fell back onto his bed, sitting upright. “Something wrong mate?”

Harry wrapped the towel tightly around his waist before replying. “No, I’m fine.”

Ron gave Harry a half concerned look and shrugged, before jumping from his bed and trudging off to the Great Hall for breakfast. Harry turned his back to the dorm entrance and threw his hand onto his beds banister. “Fuck, will this prick ever lay down” He glanced down to his cock, still standing at attention.

Harry slowly made his way to the shower, throwing his towel onto the counter, before stepping into the square cubicle and turning on the water. The warm water felt good trickling down his body, running through his hair and down his face. The warm water also put his erection to rest.

***

When Harry arrived in the Great Hall, all the tables were filled with students. The Gryffindor’s and Hufflepuff’s chatted happily as did the Ravenclaw’s and Slytherin’s. Harry found his seat next to Ron and Hermione who were already enjoying bacon and eggs that filled the tables. Harry sipped halfheartedly on his orange juice, but was distracted when he looked up and saw Malfoy looking back at. Their eyes stayed locked for a few seconds, until Ron nudged Harry.

“Aren’t you going to eat mate?”

Harry looked away from Draco and back to Hermione, who was giving him an awkward look, then tracing his line of vision to Draco and back to Harry again.

Harry swallowed hard at the awkward situation. “Yea… Yea I’ll eat in a minute.” Harry looked back to Draco who was now buttering some toast and chatting with one of his cronies. Ron continued to chew on bacon and Hermione kept throwing Harry weird looks. Harry himself was quite surprised that Draco didn’t mouth something foul to him, like. “Dick shit” or “Filthy mud blood lover.”

The chatter of the Great Hall died down when a rush of owls flew through the opened window, letters tied tightly around their legs. Ron and Hermione both received packages. Ron received a letter for Percy who apparently was now talking with his family again and apologized for how rude he was and Hermione continued to receive the ‘Daily Prophet’. Harry wasn’t expecting anything so he told his friends he would meet them in Transfiguration, he was going to get an early start.

Harry walked through the empty hallway and up the stairs to the main corridor of the school, slowly the noise of the Great Hall faded away. Walking slowly Harry continued to replay the look Draco gave him through his mind. It wasn’t a sneer, or a foul look… This was different, it wasn’t Draco. He was looking at me; I caught him staring at me. Harry thought to himself.

His concentration was broken by the loud screeching of an owl that swooped by Harry’s head and dropped a small brown piece of parchment at his feet. Harry jumped sideways as the owl nearly nicked his ear with his talons. Squinting his eyes to see if he could recognize the owl, but it was too late, the owl was gone out the window at the end of the hall.

Harry cautiously looked down the corridor hallways to see if anyone was looking, or standing there. He slowly bent down and picked up the parchment, unfolding it and reading it aloud to himself.

Dear Harry.

I need to see you tonight during dinner. It is important, you must come to the boys lavatory on the 4th floor!

Signed;
D.

Harry re-read the letter several times trying to think who in the hell would write him this letter and who did he know with the name initial D. Harry racked his brain as he stuffed the letter into his pocket and made his way down the corridor to Transfiguration. Students were now entering the hallway and swarming beside him so they weren’t late for class. He could only think of one thing. D… Did Draco write this note? “No way!” He said allowed to himself and began laughing out loud.

“What’s so funny Harry?”

Harry turned around quickly, forgetting that the halls were packed with students and that he probably looked like a mad man, to see Hermione right behind him.

“Oh nothing.” He choked. Running his hand through his hair he smiled and opened the door for her. “Ladies first.”

Hermione smiled and walked in, the door closing behind Harry as he followed her in.

***

The day’s lessons went by fairly quickly, except for Divination which Harry hated ever so badly. Ron was in none of his classes this year and he only had Hermione in Transfiguration, so he had a lot of time to do work and assignment, which made him think he might even pass all his N.E.W.T.S this year. He also had plenty of time to think about the letter that for some reason was not dropped off to him at breakfast but on his way to class. Obviously the person didn’t want anyone else to know.

Harry considered the note for a long time, through his classes and even on his way to dinner. He thought he would ignore the note and just go have a nice dinner with Ron and Hermione. When he arrived to the Great Hall he noticed that neither Ron nor Hermione were at the Gryffindor table and wondered if they had to stay behind and work on some homework. Harry walked casually over to the table and sat beside Neville who was stuffing ham into his mouth like there was no tomorrow.

“Neville, have you seen Ron or Hermione?” Harry asked while Neville was just about to fill his face again.

“No Iavent seendem” Neville said, spurting bits of ham onto the other food. Harry felt his stomach twist and did not desire to eat any longer. He thought he would head back to the common room and see if his two friends were there.

Harry made his way back through the halls and up to the portrait of the fat lady. “Swigswam” Harry muttered to the fat lady and she swung open revealing the door to the common room. Harry walked through the door and to his surprise neither Ron nor Hermione was there, which made him think that they had something to do with the prefects.

Sadly Harry slumped into a large armchair by the fire and rested his head back against the neck-rest. Harry sat for a long time before finally remembering the note that he was given. Reaching into his packet he pulled the parchment out and re-read it again.

“Well, I have nothing else to do.” He said allowed.

***
When Harry reached the 4th floor boys lavatory, he took a deep breath and slowly pushed the door in. Peeking around the corner he realized all the lights were turned out. Harry pulled his wand from his robe and muttered. “Lumos!” Lighting the tip of his wand, slipping through the entrance. When the door creaked shut Harry strained his eyes to see if anyone was there.

“Hello is anyone there!?” Harry rasped out, feeling half nervous.

Nothing could be heard except a leaky tap and his own breathing. Suddenly a hand grabbed his arm from nowhere and pulled him in closely, kissing Harry passionately. Harry was in complete shock and did not react for a few seconds, pushing himself back realizing he dropped his wand.

“Accio wand!” The voice shouted, before Harry could stumble to the ground and feel for his weapon. Harry knew he was wand-less, until whoever this person was, finished what they had started. He could make out a faint line in the darkness around the approaching body, Harry began stepping backwards until he hit up against the toilet stall wall. The robe on the other person prevented Harry from seeing if they were a man or woman.

Harry’s breathing began to increase, frantically running his hand on the wall to find a something he could turn the lamps on with, the shadowed figure moving closer. Harry felt a hard bulge grind against his hip as the mysterious person wrapped his hand around Harry’s head and pulled him in for another kiss.

Whoever was kissing Harry was defiantly skilled, his tongue was over powered by this other person and Harry felt himself beginning to grow hard. His slowly hardening cock grinded against that of the other persons, stifling a soft moan, continuing with the passionate kiss that he could not break free from. Suddenly something struck him… This other person was a man!

Harry pushed himself free, taking sweet lungful after lungful of air. The shadowed figure remained in front of Harry, grinding his erect member against Harry, who was now weakening at the knees in pleasure, feeling the stiff rod against his body. Harry slid his hand against the rough wall, entangled again by another passionate kiss, his hair being ruffled by his attacker. Harry could only think and plead that the lights ould turn on, repeating over and over in his head. Lumos! Lumos!, suddenly to his surprise the room illuminated and standing in front of Harry was the last person he ever expected… His eyes widened and his breathing grew even harder.

To Be Continued

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