HP/SM: Of Unicorn and Men Ch. 1
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Title: Of Unicorns and Men - Chapter One
Chapter One
Three Years Later - Summer 2027
The young man with the dirty bond hair was alternating between groaning and gasping as he opened and closed his hands into tight fists. His wrists were tied to the bedposts with leather straps. His eyes were closed, wrapped up in silk scarf, as he lay on the bed naked with a fine sheen of sweat covering his body.
He was lying prone on the bed with his legs spread open. His legs were resting on the back of the brunet whose mouth was servicing the blond’s cock, ass, and all the wonderful places in between. Whenever the brunet lapped at the blond’s perineum, the blond would begin chanting the brunet’s name, alternating it with words of adoration.
“Oh, Harry, fuck, Harry - right there! Your tongue - Harry - your tongue, the way it go every where - it’s divine!” Harry’s young lover, Liam, whimpered.
Harry pulled away long enough to say, “I love the way you taste right here.” As he proceeded to give Liam’s perineum three quick flicks of the tongue before he continued. “But what I really like to do is -” Then he gently sucked one of Liam’s testicles into his mouth, careful to avoid any contact with his teeth as he lapped it with his tongue. Then he carefully took it out and moved on to lovingly give as much time to its partner before moving on to other areas to enjoy. He loved lavishing so much attention on his latest lover. The sounds and words coming out of his lover’s mouth were intoxicating and spurred him on to give his best.
Harry then proceeded to use the lube he had nearby to slick up a thin dildo before slowly pushing it into Liam’s lovely ass. He didn’t mind using his fingers, but sometimes, he really just wanted to watch Liam lose it while he slowly fucked him with the plastic piece. Once he heard the sounds of excitement coming from his lover, he cast an Engorgio charm to double both its length and girth and slowly slid it back into his lover. The sudden increase caused Liam to cry out in pain and pleasure. It never ceased to excite Harry further.
He began to thrust slowly at first, and then he increased the pace. While working the dildo, Harry lowered his mouth to take all of Liam’s cock into his mouth and throat. He wrapped his lips around the engorged organ and began to suck in earnest while lapping underneath with his tongue. He made sure to synchronize his movements so that Liam felt like he was fucking Harry’s mouth at the same time the dildo was entering him.
Once he knew that Liam was becoming undone and on the verge of his orgasm, Harry pulled out the dildo and lifted his head up, smirking as the blond cried out in frustration. He then slicked up his own cock and pushed into his tight, willing partner. Wrapping his oiled hand around Liam’s cock, he began stroking it hard and fast; he wanted to be a bit rough at the same.
It was early in the afternoon, and he wanted them to enjoy at least one more round of sex before other obligations needed to be attended to.
“So, the same time next week, Harry?” Liam asked. He was pulling up his taupe dragonhide boots then tucking in the pants to give them a slightly billowy look. He liked how it looked when his robes were wrapped around him.
“I’m sorry, Liam, but I’m going to have to cancel for the next couple of weeks. Our staff has been reduced, and now they’ve got me out working the cases like a regular policeman in addition to my Head Auror duties. I’ve had to go back out there and solve some of the cases.”
As Liam lightly laughed at the thought of the older man walking a beat, Harry looked up at him from his position on the bed, only covered by a thin sheet, and grinned back. Harry always liked the way Liam laughed; it was the first thing, other than his finely sculpted ass, that drew him to the youth.
“Anyway, I’m hoping in a couple of months to get an increase in the budget and be able to hire a couple of talented, able bodies.”
“Well, don’t get anyone too talented. We may be just friends with benefits, but I don’t want to share too much. I’d hate to see that talented mouth and wonderful cock wasted on somebody else,” Liam said, giving Harry a jealous leer as he stood to put his robe on, the final touch to his ensemble.
“Walk me out?” Liam asked as he turned to head out of the bedroom.
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“Harry, it’s bad enough that you had to announce to the family, at Christmas Dinner no less, that you were a homosexual, but must you get so outrageous that it now makes The Daily Prophet gossip pages? Why, Ginny would be turning over in her grave if she could read such things about you. It said that you were with a boy who was young enough to be your son. Really, Harry dear, if you must be with men instead of women, can’t it be with someone closer to your own age?” Molly had had talks about sexuality with her other children before, so it no longer made her blush or become embarrassed. Harry, on the other hand, was quite taken back by her frank discussions concerning his sex life. The only way he could hope to get her off the topic was to shock her in hopes that she would change the subject. He hoped it might work once again.
He leaned in, whispering into her ear, “Haven’t you heard, Molly? Older men taking up with younger ones are all the rage. Actually, if I can find a young man half my age or younger, I consider myself in fashion. Haven’t you ever seen a man half your age and wondered if their vitality was all you remembered?”
“I’ve often wondered…” she said more to herself than to Harry. Her glassy eyes stared out into an unknown distance as she seemed to recall a past memory. Then she slightly shook her head. “Don’t distract me, young man! There are some really decent gentlemen your age that would love to get to know you more. Why, just yesterday, I was talking with Mrs. Sigmund, and she said her older son, Mortimer, such a peaceful man, might be interested in meeting you. He’s two years younger than you. Shouldn’t that count for something?”
They were chatting over the kitchen sink, the place she felt most comfortable. She had taken to hand washing the dishes, despite his insistence that he could charm them to clean themselves. As she was getting older, her wand work was beginning to falter, and she had lost a few plates. Now, here they stood over the sink, and Harry volunteered to dry instead. What’s more, she liked the feeling of the warm, soothing water against her joints; it eased her increasing pains.
“It’s not that I’m opposed to dating an older man. It’s just that I find myself drawn more to the younger, more adventurous chap. Their inexperience and eagerness are so refreshing. With them, I feel like I’m able to relax and finally sow some of those wild oats I couldn’t when I was younger. I had to grow up so fast; I wasn’t able to be mischievous and naughty,” Harry said with a wink as he leaned in to kiss her gray-haired temple.
He knew he was pushing her too far and was beginning to become too graphic, but the last thing he wanted was for his surrogate mother to set him up on a date.
“You did have to grow up so young,” Molly sighed. “I always felt terrible that Albus and the rest of the Order wanted to push you at such an innocent age. I just worry that you’re going to end up alone instead of settled down with someone to grow old with. I worry that one of these young men is going to take terrible advantage of you. I can’t help but worry for you.”
“Oh, Molly, don’t worry. I’ve been setup for so many traps that there’s hardly one I don’t anticipate. Besides, haven’t you heard? There’s been such a sharp decline in wizarding crime that I’ve had to reduce my Aurors. They’re even making me go out there and help with some of the crimes.”
Her eyes widened, and she turned to him in fright, but he placed his hand gently on her shoulder in quiet reassurance. Then he continued, more gently than he had before.
“Don’t worry, Molly, I only put myself on the smaller cases. I let the next generation rush out where angels fear to tread. I try going out on cases that can be solved within the week. Nothing dangerous, I promise. In fact, I’m not even working on anything right now, just stuck at the desk catching up on paperwork.”
Her eyes still showed concern, but before he could assure her, a different voice interrupted them.
“Well, if you’re not working on anything, maybe you can help me out with a problem that was dumped on my desk this morning.”
Neither Molly nor Harry had noticed when the fireplace had flared out, and there stood Hermione Weasley. She was walking to the kitchen table while trying to open her briefcase at the same time. She had a weary look about her; most of her make-up was gone, and some of her hair had fallen out of the tight coil at the back of her head. Behind her walked her son, Hugo. Taking more after his uncles, Charlie and George, Hugo was short and stocky, but not fat. He had on the navy blue colored robes of the Magical Maintenance group.
“Hello, Hermione,” Harry said, turning from Molly to her. “How’s it going with the Magical Creatures? Making any headway changing the status of house-elves to beings?”
“No, it seems the more I work on that front, the less anyone wants to listen. Even the house-elves have begun to flee whenever I just try to talk to them. But that’s not what you can help me with,” Hermione said as she came into to greet her mother-in-law.
After everyone greeted each other and sat down to eat, Hermione continued her request of Harry from when she first came into the house. She was determined to get this one problem off her desk and knew if she was persistent, he’d take the job.
“Today, I received a Floo call from the Headmistress at Hogwarts. It seems that someone is slaughtering the unicorns in the Forbidden Forest. The groundskeeper there hasn’t been able to find out who’s doing it. They’ve lost two of them in the last month and are becoming greatly concerned as the last one was a new mother.”
“What does this have to do with me?” Harry asked as he helped Molly put the last dishes of food on the dinner table. Now that all the children had moved out of the house, only Molly and Arthur were in the big home. So the children and grandchildren took turns eating their evening meals with the elderly couple. It gave everyone a chance to catch-up.
“We just don’t have the manpower to send someone out there to track down the culprit. I was going to drop by your office to formally request Auror assistance, but then I remembered tonight was your dinner night at the Burrow. This way, I can cajole you without your department being entertained by my begging. I know they think I’m always on some militant mission to set up an independent house-elf nation.”
“Well, aren’t you?” Harry asked with a wink.
“That’s not the point!” Hermione exclaimed out in exacerbation. “I’m sure a highly trained Auror can find out much faster who’s killing them than a few Magical Creature fanatics. I just need to know if you can spare one of your Aurors to help my group out for a week or two. Can you?” If trivial words placated his ego, she was fine with that. Whatever it took to reduce her caseload.
“As you know, we’ve been reduced in our department, too. All my teams are heavily loaded with real cases,” Harry emphasized as Hermione rolled her eyes, “but you’re in luck. I’ve got some time this week and next. I was going to catch-up on paperwork, but I’m sure I can spare the time. If you don’t mind, I’ll take the case personally, and find your unicorn killer.
“Besides, it’ll give me a chance to wander with Hagrid through the Forbidden Forest. I’ll probably feel like a first year again.”
“Umm, Harry,” Hermione said, clearing her throat and refusing to make eye contact with him, “don’t you remember? Hagrid is just living out there now. He hasn’t been the Groundskeeper of Hogwarts for years. They finally found someone willing to replace him about three years ago. You’ll be working with him on this one.”
“Who’s that?” Harry asked, wondering what Hermione was trying to hide.
“Umm, it’s Scorpius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy’s son,” she said, hoping it didn’t upset her friend now that he had agreed to take the case. She needn’t have worried, though. For the first time since they arrived, Hugo spoke up. Where Rose Weasley inherited her mother’s brain, it seemed that Hugo inherited his father’s mouth.
“Oi! I totally forgot the Stable Boy Slut was the Groundskeeper now! That ought to be fun going down there and getting a nice blowjob from that blond poufter,” Hugo said as he grabbed a bowl of potatoes and proceeded to pile them onto his plate. Not looking up from the food, he was completely oblivious to the shocked reactions his contribution had made to the rest of the people sitting at the table.
“Hugo Harry Weasley!” Hermione and Molly both emphatically exclaimed. The two women exchanged a brief glance and then Hermione continued.
“I cannot believe the language coming out of your mouth. How dare you use such filth while speaking to your grandmother, uncle, and mother that way! You ought to be ashamed for yourself using such crude language. Is this how you were brought up?” she scolded.
Cowering from his mother’s rant, Hugo had the decency to look extremely embarrassed. Hermione had learned a few things from Molly, one of them being how to become the wrath of God to her children.
“You will apologize to everyone at this table, right now, young man. I cannot believe what I heard. That was a terrible thing to say. Such vulgarities and rumors about such a hard-working, decent, young man. I have personally talked to Scorpius Malfoy on several occasions, and I know first hand that he is a good and proper English boy. He has enough to deal with having his family’s surname without you slandering him further. I am appalled!” Her face was flushed, and she was panting, but once Hermione started to work up a rant, there was very little to stop her.
“’M sorry,” Hugo mumbled. He wanted to get the verbal tongue lashing over with as he remembered the reason why he usually remained silent at the family meals.
“Now, you will get up from this table, clear away, without magic, all the dishes from the table and clean up the kitchen, including washing the dishes, for your grandmother. It’s the least you can do for disrupting such a fine meal.”
“Now, Hermione, he doesn’t have -” Molly began.
“I insist, Molly. No son of mine was raised to use such filthy language and spread such malicious rumors. The least he can do is pick up a bit and get his hands wet,” Hermione said.
Hugo rolled his eyes, outside of his mother’s viewing, as he took the first stack of dishes away.
When the two women arose, they made their way to the parlor to discuss more personal problems. Harry decided to stay at the table and helped stack the dishes for Hugo. Even though they both worked in the Ministry, he didn’t see his nephew as often as he would have liked.
“How are things going in Magical Maintenance? It’s been - what, a couple of years since you started there? Have you thought of changing to another department?” Harry asked when Hugo returned to get more dishes.
“It isn’t a rumor if it’s the truth,” Hugo muttered, ignoring Harry’s attempt to change the subject. “It’s not as if anything I said had been a lie! I can’t help it if Malfoy’s family was on the losing side of the war or if Scorpius got stuck with the nickname Stable Boy! You don’t see her scolding Dad for calling Malfoy’s father Ferret, do you?!”
Harry just sat there as passively as possible, waiting for the ranting to cease. All this arguing was not helping his digestion.
“Calling him a stable boy wasn’t nice, but to call him a slut was taking it a bit too far, don’t you think? I can’t believe you would say such a vicious thing in school. Did you actually call him that?” Harry asked.
“Well, no,” Hugo replied, “but we did call him Stable Boy mainly because he was always hanging out with those bloody animals all the time.”
“Then why be so mean-spirited? Where did ‘slut’ come from?” Harry asked, knowing he never could turn down a good mystery.
Hugo looked over to the parlor to make sure his mom and grandmother wouldn’t return any time soon. Then he sat down next to Harry and whispered so he wasn’t overheard. He knew if he cast even a Silencio his mother might find out, and she would insist on being told, regardless.
“When I was in fourth year and Scorpius was in sixth, he was always spending his time out there with Hagrid, or trying to breed Thestrals or whatever. My last lesson of the day was Herbology, and Professor Longbottom asked if I would go to the stables and tell his son, Frank, that he needed to speak with him. It seems that Frank was taking riding lessons from Malfoy. When I got there, I heard some strange sounds coming from within the stables. I put up a silencing charm on myself and snuck in to see what was happening. There was Frank leaning against one of the stable posts with his robes on the ground. His pants were opened, and Malfoy was on his knees sucking him off. I was stunned, but I left as quickly as possible. After I took a walk around, I came back to give Frank the message. By then, they were acting like the lessons were going on and nothing unusual was happening.
“I’ve never told anyone before ‘cause I always felt kind of sorry for ol’ Scorpius. He seemed to be kind of a loner, like he had to deal with the weight of the world all the time. I figured the least I could do was keep that to myself.
“I guess that’s no excuse for calling him a ‘slut’ and a ‘poufter’. I am really sorry when I blurted those out earlier,” Hugo said as he got up to clear away the last of the dishes.
Harry could hear the water running in the kitchen as he took out his wand and warmed his tea. This new revelation had him deep in thought. It seemed that not only was Hagrid’s successor a Malfoy, which was enough to make his head spin, but that he might be a homosexual as well. His mind quickly wandered to the time he had met Scorpius during the boy’s seventh year at Hogwarts. As he remembered, the young man was rather attractive. He was tall and muscular with a white blond braid worn down the back. It reminded Harry of a horse’s mane.
As he thought about Scorpius, and how he looked back during seventh year when he first met him, Harry couldn’t help but wonder just how talented the boy had been in that stable. It was definitely an enticing scene to imagine. Harry couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to be in that stable with Scorpius Malfoy on his knees before him. Before he knew it, Harry was getting lost in his own thoughts, picturing the erotic scene.
Harry pictures himself in the Hogwarts’ stable leaning against one of the posts, and his pants are unbuttoned and opened, just enough to expose his cock. His head’s thrown back, eyes closed as he becomes lost in the sensations of Scorpius’ warm, wet mouth wrapped around his cock. The wonderful feeling of watching those lips moving up and down on his erection while adept fingers gently caress his stones drive him insane with lust. Every once in a while, Scorpius’ very soft yet nimble tongue would dance around the head of Harry’s erection as it pulled partway off him. Scorpius would continue pulling all the way off and lick Harry’s erection. He’d make sure his tongue was wide as it lapped up and down that wonderful cock, causing Harry to moan in both ecstasy and frustration. Harry would run his hands through the blond’s hair, pulling at him as he held the young man’s face in place so he could guide his erection back into that wonderful, warm wetness while Scorpius moaned taking him in.
His hands would ease up slowly on the tension they held as he began to control the motion of thrusting and withdrawing more with his hips than his fingers. Then Scorpius would look up at him, the new angle causing a slight curve in Harry’s cock as it would rub up against the roof of his mouth. Once he made solid eye contact with Harry, he would moan again, sending the vibrations all the way through Harry’s cock. He’d then slowly close his eyes as he would renewed his tongue lapping and head bobbing.
Harry was becoming so lost in the fantasy he was picturing that his own eyes closed. He began to tightly grip the mug he was holding with both hands, imagining it was Scorpius’ head he was forcing his cock into. His own body was beginning to react to the mental images he was producing as well. He began to squirm in his chair as he tried to rub his now painful erection against the coarse fabric of his denims. His frustrations were growing as the scene continued to play out in his mind. He now desperately wanted to thrust inside that willing mouth even though it was nowhere in sight.
He was on the verge of moaning right there in the Weasley’s dining room when the sound of howling laughter coming from the parlor coldly washed over him, bringing him quickly back to his senses. He was able to release the cup back to the table and straighten up just as Hermione walked back into the room.
“Harry, you just have to hear this story Molly told me. It’s hilarious!”
Chapter Two
Title: Of Unicorns and Men - Chapter One
Chapter One
Three Years Later - Summer 2027
The young man with the dirty bond hair was alternating between groaning and gasping as he opened and closed his hands into tight fists. His wrists were tied to the bedposts with leather straps. His eyes were closed, wrapped up in silk scarf, as he lay on the bed naked with a fine sheen of sweat covering his body.
He was lying prone on the bed with his legs spread open. His legs were resting on the back of the brunet whose mouth was servicing the blond’s cock, ass, and all the wonderful places in between. Whenever the brunet lapped at the blond’s perineum, the blond would begin chanting the brunet’s name, alternating it with words of adoration.
“Oh, Harry, fuck, Harry - right there! Your tongue - Harry - your tongue, the way it go every where - it’s divine!” Harry’s young lover, Liam, whimpered.
Harry pulled away long enough to say, “I love the way you taste right here.” As he proceeded to give Liam’s perineum three quick flicks of the tongue before he continued. “But what I really like to do is -” Then he gently sucked one of Liam’s testicles into his mouth, careful to avoid any contact with his teeth as he lapped it with his tongue. Then he carefully took it out and moved on to lovingly give as much time to its partner before moving on to other areas to enjoy. He loved lavishing so much attention on his latest lover. The sounds and words coming out of his lover’s mouth were intoxicating and spurred him on to give his best.
Harry then proceeded to use the lube he had nearby to slick up a thin dildo before slowly pushing it into Liam’s lovely ass. He didn’t mind using his fingers, but sometimes, he really just wanted to watch Liam lose it while he slowly fucked him with the plastic piece. Once he heard the sounds of excitement coming from his lover, he cast an Engorgio charm to double both its length and girth and slowly slid it back into his lover. The sudden increase caused Liam to cry out in pain and pleasure. It never ceased to excite Harry further.
He began to thrust slowly at first, and then he increased the pace. While working the dildo, Harry lowered his mouth to take all of Liam’s cock into his mouth and throat. He wrapped his lips around the engorged organ and began to suck in earnest while lapping underneath with his tongue. He made sure to synchronize his movements so that Liam felt like he was fucking Harry’s mouth at the same time the dildo was entering him.
Once he knew that Liam was becoming undone and on the verge of his orgasm, Harry pulled out the dildo and lifted his head up, smirking as the blond cried out in frustration. He then slicked up his own cock and pushed into his tight, willing partner. Wrapping his oiled hand around Liam’s cock, he began stroking it hard and fast; he wanted to be a bit rough at the same.
It was early in the afternoon, and he wanted them to enjoy at least one more round of sex before other obligations needed to be attended to.
“So, the same time next week, Harry?” Liam asked. He was pulling up his taupe dragonhide boots then tucking in the pants to give them a slightly billowy look. He liked how it looked when his robes were wrapped around him.
“I’m sorry, Liam, but I’m going to have to cancel for the next couple of weeks. Our staff has been reduced, and now they’ve got me out working the cases like a regular policeman in addition to my Head Auror duties. I’ve had to go back out there and solve some of the cases.”
As Liam lightly laughed at the thought of the older man walking a beat, Harry looked up at him from his position on the bed, only covered by a thin sheet, and grinned back. Harry always liked the way Liam laughed; it was the first thing, other than his finely sculpted ass, that drew him to the youth.
“Anyway, I’m hoping in a couple of months to get an increase in the budget and be able to hire a couple of talented, able bodies.”
“Well, don’t get anyone too talented. We may be just friends with benefits, but I don’t want to share too much. I’d hate to see that talented mouth and wonderful cock wasted on somebody else,” Liam said, giving Harry a jealous leer as he stood to put his robe on, the final touch to his ensemble.
“Walk me out?” Liam asked as he turned to head out of the bedroom.
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“Harry, it’s bad enough that you had to announce to the family, at Christmas Dinner no less, that you were a homosexual, but must you get so outrageous that it now makes The Daily Prophet gossip pages? Why, Ginny would be turning over in her grave if she could read such things about you. It said that you were with a boy who was young enough to be your son. Really, Harry dear, if you must be with men instead of women, can’t it be with someone closer to your own age?” Molly had had talks about sexuality with her other children before, so it no longer made her blush or become embarrassed. Harry, on the other hand, was quite taken back by her frank discussions concerning his sex life. The only way he could hope to get her off the topic was to shock her in hopes that she would change the subject. He hoped it might work once again.
He leaned in, whispering into her ear, “Haven’t you heard, Molly? Older men taking up with younger ones are all the rage. Actually, if I can find a young man half my age or younger, I consider myself in fashion. Haven’t you ever seen a man half your age and wondered if their vitality was all you remembered?”
“I’ve often wondered…” she said more to herself than to Harry. Her glassy eyes stared out into an unknown distance as she seemed to recall a past memory. Then she slightly shook her head. “Don’t distract me, young man! There are some really decent gentlemen your age that would love to get to know you more. Why, just yesterday, I was talking with Mrs. Sigmund, and she said her older son, Mortimer, such a peaceful man, might be interested in meeting you. He’s two years younger than you. Shouldn’t that count for something?”
They were chatting over the kitchen sink, the place she felt most comfortable. She had taken to hand washing the dishes, despite his insistence that he could charm them to clean themselves. As she was getting older, her wand work was beginning to falter, and she had lost a few plates. Now, here they stood over the sink, and Harry volunteered to dry instead. What’s more, she liked the feeling of the warm, soothing water against her joints; it eased her increasing pains.
“It’s not that I’m opposed to dating an older man. It’s just that I find myself drawn more to the younger, more adventurous chap. Their inexperience and eagerness are so refreshing. With them, I feel like I’m able to relax and finally sow some of those wild oats I couldn’t when I was younger. I had to grow up so fast; I wasn’t able to be mischievous and naughty,” Harry said with a wink as he leaned in to kiss her gray-haired temple.
He knew he was pushing her too far and was beginning to become too graphic, but the last thing he wanted was for his surrogate mother to set him up on a date.
“You did have to grow up so young,” Molly sighed. “I always felt terrible that Albus and the rest of the Order wanted to push you at such an innocent age. I just worry that you’re going to end up alone instead of settled down with someone to grow old with. I worry that one of these young men is going to take terrible advantage of you. I can’t help but worry for you.”
“Oh, Molly, don’t worry. I’ve been setup for so many traps that there’s hardly one I don’t anticipate. Besides, haven’t you heard? There’s been such a sharp decline in wizarding crime that I’ve had to reduce my Aurors. They’re even making me go out there and help with some of the crimes.”
Her eyes widened, and she turned to him in fright, but he placed his hand gently on her shoulder in quiet reassurance. Then he continued, more gently than he had before.
“Don’t worry, Molly, I only put myself on the smaller cases. I let the next generation rush out where angels fear to tread. I try going out on cases that can be solved within the week. Nothing dangerous, I promise. In fact, I’m not even working on anything right now, just stuck at the desk catching up on paperwork.”
Her eyes still showed concern, but before he could assure her, a different voice interrupted them.
“Well, if you’re not working on anything, maybe you can help me out with a problem that was dumped on my desk this morning.”
Neither Molly nor Harry had noticed when the fireplace had flared out, and there stood Hermione Weasley. She was walking to the kitchen table while trying to open her briefcase at the same time. She had a weary look about her; most of her make-up was gone, and some of her hair had fallen out of the tight coil at the back of her head. Behind her walked her son, Hugo. Taking more after his uncles, Charlie and George, Hugo was short and stocky, but not fat. He had on the navy blue colored robes of the Magical Maintenance group.
“Hello, Hermione,” Harry said, turning from Molly to her. “How’s it going with the Magical Creatures? Making any headway changing the status of house-elves to beings?”
“No, it seems the more I work on that front, the less anyone wants to listen. Even the house-elves have begun to flee whenever I just try to talk to them. But that’s not what you can help me with,” Hermione said as she came into to greet her mother-in-law.
After everyone greeted each other and sat down to eat, Hermione continued her request of Harry from when she first came into the house. She was determined to get this one problem off her desk and knew if she was persistent, he’d take the job.
“Today, I received a Floo call from the Headmistress at Hogwarts. It seems that someone is slaughtering the unicorns in the Forbidden Forest. The groundskeeper there hasn’t been able to find out who’s doing it. They’ve lost two of them in the last month and are becoming greatly concerned as the last one was a new mother.”
“What does this have to do with me?” Harry asked as he helped Molly put the last dishes of food on the dinner table. Now that all the children had moved out of the house, only Molly and Arthur were in the big home. So the children and grandchildren took turns eating their evening meals with the elderly couple. It gave everyone a chance to catch-up.
“We just don’t have the manpower to send someone out there to track down the culprit. I was going to drop by your office to formally request Auror assistance, but then I remembered tonight was your dinner night at the Burrow. This way, I can cajole you without your department being entertained by my begging. I know they think I’m always on some militant mission to set up an independent house-elf nation.”
“Well, aren’t you?” Harry asked with a wink.
“That’s not the point!” Hermione exclaimed out in exacerbation. “I’m sure a highly trained Auror can find out much faster who’s killing them than a few Magical Creature fanatics. I just need to know if you can spare one of your Aurors to help my group out for a week or two. Can you?” If trivial words placated his ego, she was fine with that. Whatever it took to reduce her caseload.
“As you know, we’ve been reduced in our department, too. All my teams are heavily loaded with real cases,” Harry emphasized as Hermione rolled her eyes, “but you’re in luck. I’ve got some time this week and next. I was going to catch-up on paperwork, but I’m sure I can spare the time. If you don’t mind, I’ll take the case personally, and find your unicorn killer.
“Besides, it’ll give me a chance to wander with Hagrid through the Forbidden Forest. I’ll probably feel like a first year again.”
“Umm, Harry,” Hermione said, clearing her throat and refusing to make eye contact with him, “don’t you remember? Hagrid is just living out there now. He hasn’t been the Groundskeeper of Hogwarts for years. They finally found someone willing to replace him about three years ago. You’ll be working with him on this one.”
“Who’s that?” Harry asked, wondering what Hermione was trying to hide.
“Umm, it’s Scorpius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy’s son,” she said, hoping it didn’t upset her friend now that he had agreed to take the case. She needn’t have worried, though. For the first time since they arrived, Hugo spoke up. Where Rose Weasley inherited her mother’s brain, it seemed that Hugo inherited his father’s mouth.
“Oi! I totally forgot the Stable Boy Slut was the Groundskeeper now! That ought to be fun going down there and getting a nice blowjob from that blond poufter,” Hugo said as he grabbed a bowl of potatoes and proceeded to pile them onto his plate. Not looking up from the food, he was completely oblivious to the shocked reactions his contribution had made to the rest of the people sitting at the table.
“Hugo Harry Weasley!” Hermione and Molly both emphatically exclaimed. The two women exchanged a brief glance and then Hermione continued.
“I cannot believe the language coming out of your mouth. How dare you use such filth while speaking to your grandmother, uncle, and mother that way! You ought to be ashamed for yourself using such crude language. Is this how you were brought up?” she scolded.
Cowering from his mother’s rant, Hugo had the decency to look extremely embarrassed. Hermione had learned a few things from Molly, one of them being how to become the wrath of God to her children.
“You will apologize to everyone at this table, right now, young man. I cannot believe what I heard. That was a terrible thing to say. Such vulgarities and rumors about such a hard-working, decent, young man. I have personally talked to Scorpius Malfoy on several occasions, and I know first hand that he is a good and proper English boy. He has enough to deal with having his family’s surname without you slandering him further. I am appalled!” Her face was flushed, and she was panting, but once Hermione started to work up a rant, there was very little to stop her.
“’M sorry,” Hugo mumbled. He wanted to get the verbal tongue lashing over with as he remembered the reason why he usually remained silent at the family meals.
“Now, you will get up from this table, clear away, without magic, all the dishes from the table and clean up the kitchen, including washing the dishes, for your grandmother. It’s the least you can do for disrupting such a fine meal.”
“Now, Hermione, he doesn’t have -” Molly began.
“I insist, Molly. No son of mine was raised to use such filthy language and spread such malicious rumors. The least he can do is pick up a bit and get his hands wet,” Hermione said.
Hugo rolled his eyes, outside of his mother’s viewing, as he took the first stack of dishes away.
When the two women arose, they made their way to the parlor to discuss more personal problems. Harry decided to stay at the table and helped stack the dishes for Hugo. Even though they both worked in the Ministry, he didn’t see his nephew as often as he would have liked.
“How are things going in Magical Maintenance? It’s been - what, a couple of years since you started there? Have you thought of changing to another department?” Harry asked when Hugo returned to get more dishes.
“It isn’t a rumor if it’s the truth,” Hugo muttered, ignoring Harry’s attempt to change the subject. “It’s not as if anything I said had been a lie! I can’t help it if Malfoy’s family was on the losing side of the war or if Scorpius got stuck with the nickname Stable Boy! You don’t see her scolding Dad for calling Malfoy’s father Ferret, do you?!”
Harry just sat there as passively as possible, waiting for the ranting to cease. All this arguing was not helping his digestion.
“Calling him a stable boy wasn’t nice, but to call him a slut was taking it a bit too far, don’t you think? I can’t believe you would say such a vicious thing in school. Did you actually call him that?” Harry asked.
“Well, no,” Hugo replied, “but we did call him Stable Boy mainly because he was always hanging out with those bloody animals all the time.”
“Then why be so mean-spirited? Where did ‘slut’ come from?” Harry asked, knowing he never could turn down a good mystery.
Hugo looked over to the parlor to make sure his mom and grandmother wouldn’t return any time soon. Then he sat down next to Harry and whispered so he wasn’t overheard. He knew if he cast even a Silencio his mother might find out, and she would insist on being told, regardless.
“When I was in fourth year and Scorpius was in sixth, he was always spending his time out there with Hagrid, or trying to breed Thestrals or whatever. My last lesson of the day was Herbology, and Professor Longbottom asked if I would go to the stables and tell his son, Frank, that he needed to speak with him. It seems that Frank was taking riding lessons from Malfoy. When I got there, I heard some strange sounds coming from within the stables. I put up a silencing charm on myself and snuck in to see what was happening. There was Frank leaning against one of the stable posts with his robes on the ground. His pants were opened, and Malfoy was on his knees sucking him off. I was stunned, but I left as quickly as possible. After I took a walk around, I came back to give Frank the message. By then, they were acting like the lessons were going on and nothing unusual was happening.
“I’ve never told anyone before ‘cause I always felt kind of sorry for ol’ Scorpius. He seemed to be kind of a loner, like he had to deal with the weight of the world all the time. I figured the least I could do was keep that to myself.
“I guess that’s no excuse for calling him a ‘slut’ and a ‘poufter’. I am really sorry when I blurted those out earlier,” Hugo said as he got up to clear away the last of the dishes.
Harry could hear the water running in the kitchen as he took out his wand and warmed his tea. This new revelation had him deep in thought. It seemed that not only was Hagrid’s successor a Malfoy, which was enough to make his head spin, but that he might be a homosexual as well. His mind quickly wandered to the time he had met Scorpius during the boy’s seventh year at Hogwarts. As he remembered, the young man was rather attractive. He was tall and muscular with a white blond braid worn down the back. It reminded Harry of a horse’s mane.
As he thought about Scorpius, and how he looked back during seventh year when he first met him, Harry couldn’t help but wonder just how talented the boy had been in that stable. It was definitely an enticing scene to imagine. Harry couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to be in that stable with Scorpius Malfoy on his knees before him. Before he knew it, Harry was getting lost in his own thoughts, picturing the erotic scene.
Harry pictures himself in the Hogwarts’ stable leaning against one of the posts, and his pants are unbuttoned and opened, just enough to expose his cock. His head’s thrown back, eyes closed as he becomes lost in the sensations of Scorpius’ warm, wet mouth wrapped around his cock. The wonderful feeling of watching those lips moving up and down on his erection while adept fingers gently caress his stones drive him insane with lust. Every once in a while, Scorpius’ very soft yet nimble tongue would dance around the head of Harry’s erection as it pulled partway off him. Scorpius would continue pulling all the way off and lick Harry’s erection. He’d make sure his tongue was wide as it lapped up and down that wonderful cock, causing Harry to moan in both ecstasy and frustration. Harry would run his hands through the blond’s hair, pulling at him as he held the young man’s face in place so he could guide his erection back into that wonderful, warm wetness while Scorpius moaned taking him in.
His hands would ease up slowly on the tension they held as he began to control the motion of thrusting and withdrawing more with his hips than his fingers. Then Scorpius would look up at him, the new angle causing a slight curve in Harry’s cock as it would rub up against the roof of his mouth. Once he made solid eye contact with Harry, he would moan again, sending the vibrations all the way through Harry’s cock. He’d then slowly close his eyes as he would renewed his tongue lapping and head bobbing.
Harry was becoming so lost in the fantasy he was picturing that his own eyes closed. He began to tightly grip the mug he was holding with both hands, imagining it was Scorpius’ head he was forcing his cock into. His own body was beginning to react to the mental images he was producing as well. He began to squirm in his chair as he tried to rub his now painful erection against the coarse fabric of his denims. His frustrations were growing as the scene continued to play out in his mind. He now desperately wanted to thrust inside that willing mouth even though it was nowhere in sight.
He was on the verge of moaning right there in the Weasley’s dining room when the sound of howling laughter coming from the parlor coldly washed over him, bringing him quickly back to his senses. He was able to release the cup back to the table and straighten up just as Hermione walked back into the room.
“Harry, you just have to hear this story Molly told me. It’s hilarious!”
Chapter Two