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Pixel-stained technopeasant wretch!
It's late, but censorship chafes me in not-good ways. So I wrote porn. It's unbetaed, so all mistakes are really still my own. But hey, everyone likes a little HP-porn, right?
Harry couldn't believe that he had found this cupboard, a cupboard that seemed not to have any legitimate purpose. He further couldn't believe that he came back here night after ngiht to wank off to his housemates having sex.
He had gotten very good at his cleaning spells, though.
It was a small and dusty little room, with more space inside than the door would indicate, a wooden bench that had been long ago worn smooth of splinters, and a mirror the size of a large book labelled Xestsulxes that showed people having sex all over the building at the tap of a wand. All he had to do was sit down and enjoy the show. At first he had thought that it only showed fantasies, or scenes that might be, but weren't. But that first night he had watched Neville and Collin Creevy, he had gone back to his dorm and noticed that there were two piles of clothing thrown down at the side of Neville's bed, and that Neville and Collin kept glancing at each other at the breakfast table.
Those two showed up surprisingly frequently in the mirror. Neville liked to have his cock deep in Collin's throat, though Collin often "convinced" Neville to pose for pictures in return. Harry had no idea where Neville had gotten such a varied collection of lacey underwear; or that he liked to wear it all the time. Collin liked it a lot, too; and bought him a matching bra for his birthday.
Fred and George also appeared fairly frequently; sometimes with a girl, more often just the two of them. He usually had a hard time telling the two apart, so that it ended up looking like mirror images of lips on necks, bite wounds on chests or arms, nipples in between fingers (or other objects cleverly charmed to pinch on command), hands on dicks and come on stomaches. He especially liked it when they lay side by side and jerked each other off, hands moving in almost, but not quite, unison as their lips locked together. The first time they had done that for him, Harry had come before he could even get his dick out of his pants.
Luna Lovegood knew a charm to make her wand into a very life-like dildo. Had she learned that from the Quibbler? Maybe he should look into getting a subscription...
The night that Cho Chang had appeared in the mirror, Harry had thought about turning it off and having his wank without visuals. He just wasn't sure it was right to watch her having sex with someone (at least, someone else. He made sure not to think too closely about whether it was right to watch anyone having sex here). But then he realized that it was Ginny Weasley who was with her, and that Cho had her face between Ginny's legs, and that Ginny was biting a Ravenclaw tie to keep from screaming.
By the time Christmas holiday rolled around, Harry had learned that Ron and Oliver Wood enjoyed very rough midnight sex in the Quidditch storage area, with their Quidditch gear on; that Zach Smith had the thickest dick in Hogwarts; that Hermione and Susan Bones spent an awful lot of time in the Prefect's bathroom making creative use of gillyweed; and that Angelina and Madam Hooch were very gentle in bed together, and laughed a lot. He wondered who the book would find tonight; the last night before most of the students left for the holidays. He sat down on the wooden bench, unzipped his fly and took himself in one hand before tapping the open book with his wand.
"Xestsulxes," said a voice that was not his. Harry whirled around, wand pointing at-
"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry choked.
"I see you found my secret room," he said with that little half-smile. Harry could only stare at the Headmaster as he calmly seated himself beside Harry on the bench. "I feel I must admit that I did not create the book or the room, though I have made regular use of them." He looked down at Harry's lap, and Harry's ears burned to realize that his penis was sitting out in plain view.
"I-I-I..."
"Don't let me interrupt your fun, Potter. Humbug?"
"What?" Harry squeaked. How could the Headmaster be so calm about this? Was he seriously suggesting that Harry should just take a candy and go ahead wanking in front of someone else?
"I merely thought it might help your shock. Or haven't you noticed that humbugs are a natural aphrodisiac? I know I haven't missed the effect on the post-pubescent students of Hogwarts. It's always such a shame many of my opponents who visit me here won't take one; I'm sure it would make them feel ever so much better." Harry laughed weakly. "Well, good night, Harry."
Harry waited until he was sure that the Headmaster had left, then spelled the door locked. He then glanced at the book.
Draco Malfoy was naked on a green and silver rug that Harry assumed was in the Slytherin dorms. He was looking up straight into the book, straight into Harry's eyes.
"Do you like this?" he asked. Harry's eyes got very, very wide. "Do you like seeing me like this?" He ran his damned aristocratic hands down his ribs and Harry felt his dick stir between his legs. Draco then reached up and pinched his own nipple, gasping a little and closing his grey eyes. Harry's dick jumped. He couldn't really be getting off on this, could he? On Draco Malfoy? But just as he thought that, Draco grabbed his own cock and moaned, and Harry couldn't help it; he moaned too. Harry watched Draco jerk his rather average dick and felt it on his own. He was breathing heavily now, and found himself wishing it was his hands on Draco's dick, or Draco's on his own.
"You do like it, don't you?" Malfoy continued, between his own gasps. "You're getting off on seeing me touch myself like a dirty little boy, aren't you? Merlin, it makes me even harder to think about you touching yourself and wanting it to be me doing that touching." He looked up into Harry's eyes. "I want you to come for me. Ancestors curse you, now!" Harry cried out and came all over the book.
Merlin, that was the best wank ever. And it was over Malfoy. Harry shook his head and pulled out his wand to turn off the book and clean up when he saw someone else on the rug with Draco.
"You're so hot when you're bossy, Draco," Seamus Finnegan told him. Harry barely noticed that Seamus was naked and had clearly just wanked off onto himself.
"Well, I was born to command," he said, biting Seamus' lip. Seamus proceded to kiss him deeply.
Harry ran from the room.
It's late, but censorship chafes me in not-good ways. So I wrote porn. It's unbetaed, so all mistakes are really still my own. But hey, everyone likes a little HP-porn, right?
Harry couldn't believe that he had found this cupboard, a cupboard that seemed not to have any legitimate purpose. He further couldn't believe that he came back here night after ngiht to wank off to his housemates having sex.
He had gotten very good at his cleaning spells, though.
It was a small and dusty little room, with more space inside than the door would indicate, a wooden bench that had been long ago worn smooth of splinters, and a mirror the size of a large book labelled Xestsulxes that showed people having sex all over the building at the tap of a wand. All he had to do was sit down and enjoy the show. At first he had thought that it only showed fantasies, or scenes that might be, but weren't. But that first night he had watched Neville and Collin Creevy, he had gone back to his dorm and noticed that there were two piles of clothing thrown down at the side of Neville's bed, and that Neville and Collin kept glancing at each other at the breakfast table.
Those two showed up surprisingly frequently in the mirror. Neville liked to have his cock deep in Collin's throat, though Collin often "convinced" Neville to pose for pictures in return. Harry had no idea where Neville had gotten such a varied collection of lacey underwear; or that he liked to wear it all the time. Collin liked it a lot, too; and bought him a matching bra for his birthday.
Fred and George also appeared fairly frequently; sometimes with a girl, more often just the two of them. He usually had a hard time telling the two apart, so that it ended up looking like mirror images of lips on necks, bite wounds on chests or arms, nipples in between fingers (or other objects cleverly charmed to pinch on command), hands on dicks and come on stomaches. He especially liked it when they lay side by side and jerked each other off, hands moving in almost, but not quite, unison as their lips locked together. The first time they had done that for him, Harry had come before he could even get his dick out of his pants.
Luna Lovegood knew a charm to make her wand into a very life-like dildo. Had she learned that from the Quibbler? Maybe he should look into getting a subscription...
The night that Cho Chang had appeared in the mirror, Harry had thought about turning it off and having his wank without visuals. He just wasn't sure it was right to watch her having sex with someone (at least, someone else. He made sure not to think too closely about whether it was right to watch anyone having sex here). But then he realized that it was Ginny Weasley who was with her, and that Cho had her face between Ginny's legs, and that Ginny was biting a Ravenclaw tie to keep from screaming.
By the time Christmas holiday rolled around, Harry had learned that Ron and Oliver Wood enjoyed very rough midnight sex in the Quidditch storage area, with their Quidditch gear on; that Zach Smith had the thickest dick in Hogwarts; that Hermione and Susan Bones spent an awful lot of time in the Prefect's bathroom making creative use of gillyweed; and that Angelina and Madam Hooch were very gentle in bed together, and laughed a lot. He wondered who the book would find tonight; the last night before most of the students left for the holidays. He sat down on the wooden bench, unzipped his fly and took himself in one hand before tapping the open book with his wand.
"Xestsulxes," said a voice that was not his. Harry whirled around, wand pointing at-
"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry choked.
"I see you found my secret room," he said with that little half-smile. Harry could only stare at the Headmaster as he calmly seated himself beside Harry on the bench. "I feel I must admit that I did not create the book or the room, though I have made regular use of them." He looked down at Harry's lap, and Harry's ears burned to realize that his penis was sitting out in plain view.
"I-I-I..."
"Don't let me interrupt your fun, Potter. Humbug?"
"What?" Harry squeaked. How could the Headmaster be so calm about this? Was he seriously suggesting that Harry should just take a candy and go ahead wanking in front of someone else?
"I merely thought it might help your shock. Or haven't you noticed that humbugs are a natural aphrodisiac? I know I haven't missed the effect on the post-pubescent students of Hogwarts. It's always such a shame many of my opponents who visit me here won't take one; I'm sure it would make them feel ever so much better." Harry laughed weakly. "Well, good night, Harry."
Harry waited until he was sure that the Headmaster had left, then spelled the door locked. He then glanced at the book.
Draco Malfoy was naked on a green and silver rug that Harry assumed was in the Slytherin dorms. He was looking up straight into the book, straight into Harry's eyes.
"Do you like this?" he asked. Harry's eyes got very, very wide. "Do you like seeing me like this?" He ran his damned aristocratic hands down his ribs and Harry felt his dick stir between his legs. Draco then reached up and pinched his own nipple, gasping a little and closing his grey eyes. Harry's dick jumped. He couldn't really be getting off on this, could he? On Draco Malfoy? But just as he thought that, Draco grabbed his own cock and moaned, and Harry couldn't help it; he moaned too. Harry watched Draco jerk his rather average dick and felt it on his own. He was breathing heavily now, and found himself wishing it was his hands on Draco's dick, or Draco's on his own.
"You do like it, don't you?" Malfoy continued, between his own gasps. "You're getting off on seeing me touch myself like a dirty little boy, aren't you? Merlin, it makes me even harder to think about you touching yourself and wanting it to be me doing that touching." He looked up into Harry's eyes. "I want you to come for me. Ancestors curse you, now!" Harry cried out and came all over the book.
Merlin, that was the best wank ever. And it was over Malfoy. Harry shook his head and pulled out his wand to turn off the book and clean up when he saw someone else on the rug with Draco.
"You're so hot when you're bossy, Draco," Seamus Finnegan told him. Harry barely noticed that Seamus was naked and had clearly just wanked off onto himself.
"Well, I was born to command," he said, biting Seamus' lip. Seamus proceded to kiss him deeply.
Harry ran from the room.
