Detention Night

After dinner, Harry made his way to Hagrid's hut, where he found the half-giant waiting for him with a playful grin. "I've been waiting for you, Harry," he said. Unbeknownst to him, the night ahead was set to be one of intense desire and submission.

Harry's gaze unconsciously roamed over Hagrid's body, hungry for the anticipated intimacy. Hagrid, sensing the palpable tension, welcomed Harry into his cozy hut and offered him tea.

As Harry drank, he commented, "Today's my detention, Hagrid. That means I have to stick with you all night, right?"

Hagrid confirmed, "Yes, that's right."

Harry then suggested, "First, we should go to see the lake," and with that, he made his way to the lakeside, arriving there five minutes ahead of Hagrid. The moon, high in the sky, cast a silver glow over the tranquil water. It was about 10 PM on the fourth night after the new moon, and the moonlight's embrace enveloped the scene, setting the stage for the night's passionate encounter.

Hagrid made his way to the lakeside, intent on fulfilling the duties he believed his detention entailed. From afar, he spied Harry's silhouette, and as he approached, he discovered the young wizard standing fully nude before him. Not only was Harry without a shirt or pants, but he had also shaved his facial and body hair in Seamus's room—a clear indication of his readiness and willingness.

The sight of Harry's vulnerability and submission ignited a simmering desire within Hagrid. It was clear that the detention had become a ruse for the carnal connection they both craved. Hagrid's cock stirred like a dormant serpent roused from slumber, its coming to life.