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Chapter 5 by Redworldwar Redworldwar

Does Harry go to class?

Yes

Harry knew people would look for him and worry; he felt a bit better now, perhaps the punishment was done.

Harry grabbed his bag, books and got dressed, he headed to potions, he was a bit nervous that Draco would expose his missing cock problem, and how could he prove him wrong!

Walking to poitions gave Harry more reason to worry, as he went by he started noticing the attractive boys around him, again he was drawn to checking bulges in pants and striping boys in his mind; the lust was back in full.

Harry sat with Ron and Hermione in potions, but he was soon wishing he hadn’t, Ron would not stop talking loudly about their victory, trying to wind up the slytherins; Harry didn’t want to risk Malfoy spilling the truth.

The insults, back & fore passed by Harry as he fought to focus his thoughts by helping Ron with his potion, which was a mess right now, due to Ron being deep in insults aimed at Draco. Ron noticed the help, thanked Harry, and leant over him to grab some roots when suddenly Harrys hand, seemingly involuntarily, reached to Ron’s thigh, he knew he was losing control so he quickly pulled it way, said he felt ill, asked Hermione to cover for him, and took an opportunity of Snape’s distraction to dive out the class and into an empty classroom opposite.

****, not thinking of risks or consequences, not even locking the door, Harry kicked his shoes off, threw his pants on the floor and jumped on a well positioned desk so he could lean against a wall, put his hands between his legs, and finally get some relief.

Playing with his clit Harry was building to release when the door suddenly flung open, to Harry’s horror stood the author of his missfortune; Draco Malfoy, sneer and delight all over his face, walked toward Harry, who was quickly trying to cover himself.

“Potter, you can’t continue like this, hilarious as it is to see you starring a goyle’s crotch all class, your making it obvious your out of control”

“I’m fine thank you Malfoy, i just need you to give me the counter jinx you owe me”

“I don’t know it Potter, i’ve told you, you need to see out the punishment but you have no control”

“I have control, i’m fine”

“So fine your fingering yourself while trying to cover up?!” Malfoy scoffed, and sure enough Harry realised his fingers had moved from covering up to playing on the edge of his new entrance. He stopped.

“I’m … I’m fine” Harry said weakly, as Malfoy walked right up to the table Harry was laid on.

“Look Potter, you obviously can’t control this and i don’t want to be questioned about why you’re jumping any boy you see in the corridor, so i’m willing to ….help…relieve you, as a one off, but you NEED to get a grip”

“Just give me the counter!” Harry sounding ****. Harry had started playing with himself again, he was overcome.

Malfoy took Harry’s hands and put them to the side, he was positioned right between Harry’s legs, he unzipped and dropped his pants.

“Wha…what are you doing” Harry felt his stomach drop.

“I’m giving you what you need Potter, to get control, make no mistake this is not something i’ll repeat but as i did put the spell on you, this is my one bit of mercy”.

Harry saw Malfoy, his cock looking handsome, it was an inch or two longer than Harry’s had been, and a fair bit thicker. Malfoy took his cock and strated running it up and down Harry’s lips. Harry knew what as coming, knew he wanted it, needed it, fantisised about it with half the class. Harry’s eyes closed, he suddenly felt his lips part, Malfoy rammed quickly into Harry and he immediately gushed, moaned in pleasure and the relief ran through him, Malfoy chuckled, and went to work.

Within minutes Malfoy had found a fast rhythm and pace, a hard fuck, Harry found the pounding more pleasurable than he’d ever admit, he even muttered out ‘harder’ in a moment of horrid honesty at one point, to which Malfoy replied by upping his pace. Malfoy finally ran out of energy after 20 minutes, Malfoy finally pulled out and sprayed his cum all over Harry’s shirt. He grabbed Harrys pants to wipe his cock, pulled his own pants up and walked out only telling Harry to never speak of this.

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