Night to remember.

Harry turned back to face Hagrid, anticipation etched on his face. The half-giant placed his right hand firmly on Harry's shoulder, holding his gaze, and then, in a sudden, decisive movement, he lifted his left hand in the air. With his fingers, he snapped, a silent signal to which Harry responded with eagerness.

As Hagrid's clothes vanished, dissolving into thin air, he stood before Harry, his hairy, muscular body on full display. The power and raw masculinity of the half-giant's form loomed over the young wizard, an intoxicating sight.

Without hesitation, Harry threw himself into Hagrid's arms, wrapping his limbs tightly around the giant's neck. Their bodies pressed against each other, Harry's lower half clinging to Hagrid's belly. This intimate, fiery contact sent shivers through their intertwined bodies.

Sensing the mounting desire, Hagrid's cock began to grow, swelling to an impressive 8 inches. It continued to rise, a testament to the unbridled passion that swirled between the two men, poised to unleash a torrent of primal lust.

Harry, driven by his need for physical connection, slid down Hagrid's body, his ass now brushing against the tip of the half-giant's engorged member. The contact sent a jolt of electric sensation through Harry's body.

Hagrid, his emotions evident, cupped Harry's face in his large hands. His voice, tinged with nostalgia, confided, "Harry, you have your mother's eyes. You carry the same face as your mother, Lilly. Yes, Lilly, I miss her."

The revelation that Hagrid had known, and even been intimate with, Harry's mother shocked the young wizard. But, in his current state of arousal, he felt his own desire for the half-giant intensify.

Hagrid, sensing Harry's readiness, lowered the young man to the ground, their bodies still connected, with Hagrid's throbbing cock nestled against Harry's upper thigh. The intensity of their encounter deepened, each panting breath a testament to the impending physical union that awaited them.