The fire

Your interest is piqued by the mysterious package beside the fire. At the moment, you trust your gut instincts. You walk over to the table and pick up the package. It’s small and unmarked, so inconspicuous that it actually stands out. Your curiosity takes the better of you and you unwrap the package.

Inside is a small pot and a white card. Opening the pot, you see a small amount of powder that glitters in the firelight. You recognise it immediately – Floo Powder. The card is plain except for the words, ‘Diagon Alley. 7 o’clock’, written on it. Someone, it seems, is planning a quick trip to London to meet someone. You glance at your watch. It’s well past seven, so it seems like the recipient has missed their rendezvous. Before you stop to think about your actions, you take a pinch of the powder and throw it into the fireplace. As the flames shoot up emerald green, you step forward and cry out, “Diagon Alley!”

Like always, travel through the Floo Network is disorientating. You spin around fast, hoping that you arrive safely at your destination. When you finally stop moving, you step out of the fireplace and look around. To your relief, you’ve arrived at the Floo Network Terminal in Diagon Alley. You look around the terminal curiously.

It turns out to be a much easier job than you expect to find the person who sent the package. Before you have a chance to properly look around, an arm grabs you and pulls you away from the fireplace and into a niche to one side. You manage to see Hogwarts robes with green lining, enough to tell you that your accoster is a Slytherin student. You’re pushed against the wall and stare at the face in front of you. You recognise Blaise Zabini, a Slytherin student in your year.

“Why are you here?” Blaise asks. “Are you spying on me?”

You try to pull away from him, but Blaise holds you in place.

“I… there was a package”, you gabble. “There was a note. I just followed it.”

Blaise releases you and you step back from him. However, it seems that he’s lost interest in you. He sits on a nearby bench, rests his head in his hands and sighs.

“She didn’t come”, Blaise says quietly. “I thought…”

He shakes his head and sighs again.

“Who didn’t come?” you say. “What are you doing here?”

Blaise shrugs.

“It doesn’t matter”, he says. “I thought it would be different this time, but it seems like it’s the same as always.”

Suddenly, you feel sorry for Blaise. Despite the fact that you’ve been on opposite sides whenever you’ve interacted in the past, it seems that Blaise isn’t really interested in you at the moment. You sit beside him on the bench.

“I’m sorry”, you say sincerely. “If you want to talk about it, I’m here to listen.”

Blaise glances up at you, then away. For a moment, you think that he’s not going to say anything, but then he begins to explain.

“I fell in love with this girl”, he begins. “You don’t need to know who”, he adds when you open your mouth to ask. “We seemed to be getting along; or, rather, she wasn’t ignoring me outright like everyone else. I thought it was going well, so I organised this romantic evening, just the two of us at a nice restaurant. But she bailed on me.”

Blaise lets out another sigh, deeper than the others.

“Bad relationships just run in the family. My mother also can’t seem to hold them down”, he continues. “And now I’ve wasted a good night.”

“Hey, come on”, you say, keeping your voice upbeat. “Don’t say that! How about this – let’s go to the restaurant together. That way, you’ll still get a good meal, even if it’s not romantic.”

Blaise turns his gaze onto you.

“A Slytherin and a Gryffindor going for dinner together? That’s an unlikely scenario.”

“Do you want to go back to Hogwarts right away?” you retort. “I’m sure your housemates will be keen to ask you about where you’ve been.”

Blaise grins.

“Why not?” he says. “After all, you’re not going to admit that you left school grounds without permission.”

“My lips are sealed”, you promise.

Blaise’s reservation is at The Wand and The Staff, a restaurant in the centre of Diagon Alley. You’ve walked past it numerous times on your visits to Diagon Alley, but never eaten there. The moment you step inside, you understand why – there are gold trimmings on every ornament and the table has more cutlery than you know what to do with. A quick look at the menu shows you that this restaurant is outside of your price range.

“Order what you want”, Blaise says. “My mother is paying for it all.”

Despite this, you order a small dish that nonetheless costs an eye watering amount. Blaise orders a bottle of wine with the food. It’s not long before you realise that you actually get along with Blaise. It probably helps that you’re both a bit tipsy.

“So you booked a room at this place?” you ask incredulously as the dessert dishes are taken away. “I can only imagine how much it cost.”

Blaise smirks at you. He takes a large gulp of his wine.

“Well, I’ve still got it booked”, he says. “Do you want to take a look at it?”

“Of course!” you say. “I grew up in a deprived household. I’m always going to jump at the chance of even looking around fancy places like this.”

You’re jealous when Blaise flashes a gold card to the waiter, which covers the cost of the meal. He leads you up a flight of stairs and to one of the suites. Blaise waves his wand, then stands aside to let you go in first. The suite is the height of decadence. You wander through the rooms, staring. You end up in the bedroom, marvelling at the large circular bed beneath a golden chandelier.

“So what do you think?” Blaise asks.

You turn around to find Blaise standing close to you. His gaze is not on the room but on you. You look him up and down, noticing the tight fit of his clothes which show off his muscles.

“It’s beautiful”, you say.

Blaise’s eyes catch yours and for a moment, you see desire in them. That moment passes and Blaise moves to turn away. Before he can, you lean forward and kiss him on the lips. For one second, Blaise freezes in shock, but he quickly reciprocates. Blaise immediately takes control. His tongue pushes into your mouth while his hand cradles your head. You have to admit that he’s a good kisser; you wonder if his mother paid for him to have lessons.

You feel Blaise’s body press against yours. You drop your hands to his waist and press them against his groin. Blaise moans as you squeeze the hardness that’s growing there. He deepens the kiss as his hands move over your body, pulling at your clothes. Somehow, you both end up completely naked. Your hard cocks slide against each other, drawing out twin moans. Blaise lifts you up and carries you to the bed. He lays you down gently, then stares at you. You smile up at him.

“Why don’t you show me what you were going to do after your date?” you say softly.

Blaise chuckles. He pulls your legs in the air and bends down between them. You feel his hot breath on your cock as he moves slowly past it, but instead, Blaise focuses on your ass. You feel his tongue press against your hole, then push inside. You moan and reach down to push Blaise’s head forward. He takes that invitation to eat you out with more vigour.

When he deems you sufficiently prepared, and you’re lying on the bed, flushed with arousal, Blaise kneels behind you. He taps his wand against your ass, conjuring lube. You feel his cock press against your hole. His eyes catch yours, asking a silent question. You nod your consent. Slowly, Blaise pushes inside you, making you enjoy every step of the way. You’re surprised to find that he is a very considerate lover. Blaise’s paramour has missed out, you decide.

Blaise’s cock stretches you open as it pushes into you. He leans down to kiss you, pressing his body against yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, keeping him close.

“How is that?” Blaise asks softly.

“Amazing”, you reply breathily. “Now I want you to fuck me hard. I want to feel your cock deep inside me.”

Blaise pulls out until only his cock head remains in you, then drives his hips forward. You let out a long and loud moan. Blaise looks uncertain at your response, but you pull him closer to you.

“More!” you say. “Fuck me, please!”

Blaise complies. He works out quickly that you can take anything that he throws at you. Before long, he’s pounding his cock into you, hammering into your prostate with each thrust. You feel your own cock twitch between you with each thrust. Blaise’s lips find yours again, but you don’t have the strength to reciprocate.

Finally, Blaise pulls back and slides his cock out of your ass. He bends down over you, grasping both your cock and his own in his hand. Slowly, he strokes you both, his large hands able to wrap around both members. You both cum at nearly the same time.

Blaise lies back on the bed beside you, breathing heavily.

“That was… something else”, he says. “I wouldn’t mind this happening again”, he replies tentatively.

You turn to look at Blaise, admiring his profile as he stares up at the ceiling. You reach out and turn his head to you, kissing him softly. Blaise understands your response and smiles. You know you need to return to Hogwarts, but there’s probably time for one more round before you do.