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NC17 - for violence, language, adult content etc
Contains male/male pairingsThis story is an experiment. It is the point of view of Colin Creevey. It happens in the same timeline as my main story, Harry Potter and the Parliament of Dreams. If you want to know every detail about what is going on in later chapters, you need to read it.
Colin Creevey and the Parliament of Dreams
Chapter 1: Summer with the Creeveys
My fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was the hardest I’ve ever had. So many changes happened this year that have affected all of us. So many more have happened to me. My boyfriend said I should sit down and write this all down in a journal. He thought that it would help me sort it all out and move past the more difficult parts. I’m hoping he’s right.
I think it best if I started my tale right at the end of my third year at Hogwarts. I think it’ll make more sense to people if they knew what my summer was like too.
The train trip back to London was subdued. Most people were feeling rather depressed about Cedric Diggory’s death. Others were frightened because Professor Dumbledore had told us that the Dark Lord had returned. I overheard Harry Potter and Ron Weasley talking about that when we were all in the common room. Ron was especially afraid for Harry and Hermione. It made me realize how much danger I was in as a Muggleborn wizard.
Draco Malfoy was being a real terror aboard the train, of course. Rumor has it that Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle lost a duel just before we got off the train. I was too busy keeping on eye on Dennis to bother going back to check.
We got off the train together as soon as it pulled into the station. We exited Platform 9 ¾ back to the Muggle King’s Crosse Station, where our parents were waiting for us. They caught us up in a big hug and dragged us back to the car. They shoved our things in the boot and we were off.
The drive back to our home in Leatherhead took a couple of hours due to all the traffic.
The house hadn’t changed much. The neighborhood hadn’t either. In fact, my best friend from school before I went to Hogwarts was just passing by. Johnny Thomas. He was my age and he was quite nerdy even by my standards. I don’t think he had any other friends in school except me. I hope that had changed for his sake since I left for Hogwarts.
He saw me right away and ran right up to me. I found myself in a tight hug. I returned the hug as he kept babbling about how much he missed me. I missed him too and I told him so.
“What is your school like?” he immediately peppered me again.
“It is amazing. You’d never believe half the stuff that goes on there,” I told him. I don’t think he would either. It was difficult to keep a straight face while I said this.
“Man, you’re so lucky. My school sucks. Most of the boys there are rather mean too.”
I just looked at him.
He squirmed a little under my gaze before saying quietly, “They pick on me because I’m so smart. Nobody understands me and I’m either ignored or picked on all the time. I’m feeling pretty miserable. I’m just glad to see you. You’ll be here all summer, right?”
He looked so hopeful that I felt guilty. “Yes, I’ll be here until the first of September.”
“You don’t mind hanging out with me, do you?” Johnny asked me. The look on his face was bordering on desperate. “I mean I’m sure you have a lot of new friends and everything.”
“Of course I don’t mind hanging out with you. I’m a little tired of my school friends anyway. We are trapped together all the time after all.”
We moved into the house as we talked. We made our way up to my room. He promptly sat on my bed as I dropped my school trunk on the floor.
“What is your school really like?” Johnny asked quietly.
“I’m not allowed to talk about it,” I replied feeling very uncomfortable.
His legs, which had been oscillating back and forth, stopped suddenly, “Why can’t you talk about school?”
I was stuck now. I’ve never been a good liar. I suppose that was one reason I got sorted into Gryffindor to begin with. “You have to promise me that you won’t ever say anything to anybody about what I tell you.”
“Okay,” he agreed quickly.
“No. I want a real promise. It is extremely important John,” I did everything I could to impress this upon him.
“I promise Colin. I won’t tell anybody anything,” he said it so sincerely that I believed him.
“I’m a wizard. I go to a magical education school.”
He got angry and his face turned red, “You made me promise and you make a joke of it.” He stood up suddenly and went for the door.
I blocked his exit. “I was serious John. Honest.”
He looked extremely skeptical. “Prove it then. Do some magic.”
“We aren’t allowed to use magic during the summer and we aren’t supposed to tell muggles about it.”
“What’s a muggle?”
“A non-wizard.”
“Is there anyway you can prove you’re a wizard?”
I nodded and opened my trunk. It was full of my wizarding books, but I went for my photo album. It would remove all doubt. “You remember my fascination with photography?”
“How could I forget?” he asked.
I handed him my latest photo album. He looked skeptical, but he took it and went back to my bed. He sat down and opened it. He promptly fell backwards in surprise.
I went over to him and pulled him up.
“How do they do that? What’s the trick?” he demanded.
“They are wizarding photos. They are developed in a special potion. All wizard pictures move.”
“Wizards? But… but…”
“They don’t exist?” I prompted.
“It’s not possible. Who is this boy? There are a lot of pictures of him.” He looked closer, “Hey, that’s a cool scar.”
“That is Harry Potter. He’s The Boy Who Lived. He is one of the most famous wizards of all time and he is in my house at school. He’s only a year ahead of me.”
“Your House? Boy Who Lived? Lived during what?”
“Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has its students divided up into four houses. Each house represents different primary characteristics that the founder of that house held as most important. I’m in Gryffindor House, which holds honor and courage as most important. Harry Potter was attacked when he was only a year old by one of the most powerful and evil wizards to ever walk the planet. He became the only person to ever survive the death curse.”
Johnny blanched. “That doesn’t sound remotely pleasant.”
“It isn’t. That scar on his forehead is the mark he received from the spell.”
“Wizards are real then, huh? Do you have a magic wand?”
“Yes,” I replied and went to fish my wand out of my trunk.
“Cool!” he replied trying to take it out of my hand.
“You shouldn’t touch it. It isn’t safe for a muggle.”
“What is it?”
“It’s made of black walnut and powered by a dragon’s heartstring. It is quite a powerful wand, I’m told. It makes up for my weaker wand skills, since I’m much better at potions.”
“Potions? Like love potions?”
“Nah, love potions are illegal. The potion I make most is the one I use to develop wizarding photos.”
“Where’s the fun in being a wizard? You can’t cast magic and can’t make love potions. A love potion must make it easier to get someone to like you.”
“A love potion is dangerous and it violates a wizard’s rights. They would be unable to resist the desires of another. There are better ways at making friends then stealing control of their emotions,” I replied, feeling a little like I was lecturing him. Professor Snape gave essentially the same speech to us when he discussed why love potions were illegal.
“What do wizards say about boys that like other boys?” Johnny asked, in only slightly above a whisper.
I was quite surprised by his question. “They don’t have the same prejudices as we do. The ones with prejudices are more concerned about how pure their blood is.”
“What do you mean by how pure they’re blood is?”
“Whether or not your parents are both wizards. Some of the more radical ones are concerned that all of your family be wizards.”
“So they don’t care if you’re gay?”
“What are you getting at?” I asked quietly, almost afraid to hear the answer.
“Are… Are…” he started twice before being able to get it out, “are you gay… like me?”
I must say that it is the first time someone had outright asked me if I was gay. It was something that I had put serious consideration into, of course. I am gay. The thing is that I like Harry Potter. It’s not that Johnny isn’t cute in his way, but he just isn’t Harry. I was silent too long thinking.
Johnny had a really dejected look on his face as he stood up, “I’ll go. I’m sorry.”
He was on the verge of tears. I could see them forming in his eyes. He had been my best friend for all those years before Hogwarts and I couldn’t stand to see him in pain. I reached out and pulled him back down. “It’s okay. I’m gay too Johnny. I’m… I’m just interested in someone else.”
“You aren’t going out with him, are you?” he asked, a little life back in his voice.
“No, I’m not.”
“Then would you be willing to… be close to me for the summer? Not boyfriends really… I just… I don’t want to be alone anymore Colin. You were always my closest friend. I don’t think I can take it much longer.”
He struck a chord very deep in my soul with that. How do you answer a statement like that? I went with my instinct and pulled him into me. We hugged for sometime. “What did you have in mind Johnny?”
“I’d like to hang out and I’d like to experiment a little with… you know,” he blushed red. “I guess to see if I’m really gay or if it’s something else.”
“Okay, but we have to go into knowing that it is this summer only. There is some terrible stuff going on in our world and I don’t know where things are going. Can you handle that?” Could I?
“I think so. Thanks Colin.”
“Yeah.” I hope we’re doing the right thing here.
“I need to go home for dinner and I should let you unpack.”
“Okay. Why don’t you drop by tomorrow?”
“Sure! I’ll see you in the morning.”
It didn’t take long for me to settle in at all. Mum and dad went back to work right away and left Dennis and I alone all day. Dennis went out early in the morning to go see some of his school friends from before Hogwarts. Quiet at last.
I had just finished my breakfast when I heard a knock on the door. I got up and answered it. Johnny was standing there with a grin on his face. He stepped in, looking like the proverbial cat that ate the equally proverbial canary.
“What are you looking so smug about?” I asked.
“I just noticed walking up that you are alone. I saw your brother walk past my house when I was eating my breakfast.”
I think I blushed a little. “And what did you have in mind?”
He blushed and got evasive, “Well, you know.”
I did know. But was I ready for this? I hope so. “Let’s go upstairs to my room.”
I think my nervousness rose as quickly as he went up the stairs. I could tell by the way his shoulders hunched together that he was feeling it too. I did notice his very nice arse since it was conveniently placed in my face as we climbed the stairs.
He went straight to my room and sat down on my bed. I closed the door and then sat down next to him. There was an uncomfortable silence for a while.
“How often do you… well… you know…” he blushed again.
I looked at him and he moved his eyebrows up and down in a suggestive fashion. I giggled a little in a nervous way before saying, “I wank off at least once a day.”
He looked relieved. “So do I. Can I see… you?” He blushed deeply again.
I did too. “How about we get undressed at the same time?”
He nodded and stood up. I stood quickly as well. At the same time, we pulled off our shirts and then unbuttoned our pants. We mirrored each other as our pants dropped down, followed shortly after by our boxers. We both then removed our socks so that we were totally naked for each other to look at.
I took the time to really look him over. He had blue eyes hiding behind his glasses and dark brown hair cropped close on top of his head. He was smooth as a baby every place else except just above his personal magical wand. His nose was rounded and his cheeks were dimpled. Over all, I would say he was rather cute. He was also getting excited. My own tool responded. It was obviously right away that we were about the same size when fully hard.
He made a low sort of moan from the back of his throat when he looked me over. I can only hope that he liked what he saw as much as I liked what I saw. His hand snaked forward and gently wrapped around my hard dick. I felt myself blush all over when he touched me. It was the first time someone else ever touched me in this way.
He gently stroked me and I arched backwards in surprise. I had never imagined that it could feel that good. He kept a very slow steady pace, so after I was over my initial shock I looked at him again. He had a wistful smile on his face. I reached around and started to slowly stroke him as well. Apparently he had the same feeling about initial contact as I did, because he too arched back with a look of contentment on his face.
We lay side by side slowing stroking each other for quite awhile. He stopped first and turned to look at me.
“If I sucked you first, would you suck me?” he asked and sounded very nervous doing so.
I was too nervous to respond to that verbally so I only nodded.
He responded by getting down on the floor next to the bed and dragging me over to the edge by my legs. I saw him look at my willie for a long while before he approached it and touched it with his tongue. It was like an electric shock went through my system. He seemed to lose his reluctance and he took me into his mouth.
The rush I got from having his mouth wrapped around my most sensitive part was and still is indescribable. I’m fairly certain that he had never done this before, but he seemed to be doing everything right. He was very careful with his teeth and his tongue was quite active. I felt myself building towards climax in almost no time at all. By the time I neared that point, my hands had migrated to his head and were tangled in his very short hair. I pushed him back a little to get his attention.
“I’m close. You should pull off soon, unless you want… you know,” I was not quite able to articulate that I’d blow my load in his mouth.
He shook his head and sucked all the harder. I collapsed backwards and surrendered to the feelings he was giving me. Not long after I filled his mouth.
I pushed him away when it became too sensitive. He looked as sated as I felt.
“That was wonderful Johnny,” I told him softly.
He glowed with the compliment. He was also as hard as iron. I got up and motioned him to take my spot on the bed. He did so quickly.
I looked closely at his willie, standing proudly above a small patch of black pubic hair. A vein was throbbing in time with his heartbeat and irregular breathing. I approached it slowly, not quite sure what to expect, ultimately. I touched the tip of him with the tip of my tongue. There was no taste really. It was just like putting your tongue on your finger. So I took as much as I could into my mouth, making sure to keep my teeth well back so I didn’t hurt him. He moaned as I started to suck a little and move my tongue around, teasing his foreskin.
He started to thrash about more as I sucked harder. It was quite an enjoyable experience for me from this end as well. I was making my friend feel really good, which made me feel good too. I guess I’m kind of sappy that way. I lost all track of time, once I got into a nice steady rhythm. His urgent tugging on my hair interrupted me. He was able to convey that he was going to finish soon and that I should stop if I was going to. I didn’t. I returned him the ultimate favor by sucking harder.
I should say that I had only tried tasting my own… fluid… once. I didn’t particularly like it. It was sweet and salty, yet bitter as well. Johnny’s was not nearly as bitter as mine had been. There certainly was a lot of it and I swallowed most of it quickly so that I wouldn’t spill any on to the carpet. Over all, the experience was quite exhilarating. I wish I had my camera though.
I crawled back up on the bed and lay down next to him. He put his arm over me and he pulled me close. It took us awhile to recover from our first salvos, but we both started getting hard again at about the same time.
I lay still wondering what he was going to do. I felt his hands move down to my arse and he started to play around with my arsecheeks.
“I’ve done some reading on what boys could do with each other. I’d like to try something.”
“What?” I asked. What? I think I could see this coming. Um. Anyway.
“I’d like to put this in you,” he replied, shaking his hard dick at me.
“Won’t that hurt?” I asked, not sure how well he would fit back there.
“If we used some sort of lubricant and I went really slow, it wouldn’t hurt too much. If you let me do it to you, you can do it to me afterwards.”
“I…”
“Please Colin. I promise that I won’t hurt you. I’ve read about how you are supposed to do it so it doesn’t hurt.”
“I guess.” I got to do him afterwards, so that is an okay deal, right?
“Cool. Let me get something out of the bathroom.”
He ran out and came back with a bottle of hand lotion in his hand and his dick bouncing up and down as he dashed over to me. He looked rather hot when he was all excited.
“Lay on your belly at the edge of the bed,” he told me.
I did as he asked and felt rather exposed there. I jumped a little when I felt the cool hand lotion trickle down my arsecrack. He had his hands moving all over my body. I started to relax and he moved them back there. I felt him poke his finger at my hole. I relaxed and I felt him enter me. He had only one finger in and it felt pretty good. He moved it around and pulled it out. I felt the cool cream again as he put two fingers in and worked them around. He did this for a few minutes until I was used to it. He pulled his fingers out and I knew what was next.
He shifted around and I could feel him hovering right behind me. He rubbed himself up and down my arsecrack first. It felt very intimate to have him moving back there. I relaxed and I was ready for him to enter me. He knew it as well and I felt him position himself. He started to push in slowly and gently. I moaned a little bit and tried to relax. It hurt a little as he got the head in, but then it started to feel good. He took a full minute to press himself all the way in. By the time I felt his pubic hair on my arse, I was ready for him to go. I pushed back into him a little bit, which pressed him in deeper. It poked at something inside that gave me intense pleasure.
He got the message and started in with the rhythm. He rested his wait on me as he worked his way in and out of my arse. It is hard to describe what it felt like. It was like being full and having to go to the bathroom, but at the same time not wanting to go. I liked the feeling and I’d guess from his low moans that he enjoyed it a lot as well. It never went all that fast or pressed all that hard. He developed a nice steady rhythm and kept it going for about fifteen minutes before finally thrusting in harder and deeper then before and moaning really loud. I could feel something wet we he pulled free of me a minute later.
As soon as he pulled free, he rolled and collapsed next to me. “That was absolutely wonderful Colin. I didn’t hurt you did I?”
I could feel his concern as he moved his hand over my back.
“It felt really good Johnny.”
“Good. It’s your turn when you’re ready.”
It took me a while to recover. When I finally did I got him into the position I had been in. I stared at his soft, pale arsecheeks for a while before I started to gently rub them. He started to moan a little. I grabbed the hand lotion with one hand and rubbed with the other. I managed to squirt some at his hole and I moved my finger into range. I pressed in my forefinger first. It was a strange feeling. He resisted slightly but suddenly my finger was in the warmth. He moaned a little again. I worked the lotion around so that it would be plenty slippery and I added my middle finger in there. He seemed ready. I pulled my fingers out and put a lot of lotion on my dick. I made sure that there was a lot on the head so that I could push it in.
I rubbed my self up and down his arse crack for a little bit before I leaned back and took aim at my ultimate goal. I pressed it in slightly and waited. It was almost slow motion that I sunk inside. He moaned as I pressed forward. I went in at a very slow steady pace. The only thing I could think of was how hot it felt. My dick was wrapped in a tight hotness and it felt wonderful. As soon as I was all the way in, he pressed back against me. I took that as a sign that he wanted me to go. Nature must have preprogrammed us for this particular motion, because with the heat around my dick, I felt a uncontrollable urge to hump. I gave in and did so slowly and steadily. Johnny moaned lowly the whole time.
It took awhile and I’m not sure how long, because I lost track of time. All I know is that I felt myself shooting. His hole was so tight though, I didn’t shoot past the point where my dick entered him. I pulled out and pushed which suddenly gave it enough pressure to enter him. I could feel the cum shooting out inside him. It felt wonderful. I pulled out when I was done and collapsed next to him.
“That was amazing,” I managed to mutter.
“I thought so too. Thanks for letting me do that Colin. It means a lot to me.”
“Your welcome. Thank you too.”
The rest of the summer was not too unlike that. I can’t believe how oversexed we were. Towards the end of the summer though, we started to just spend time holding each other. I think he realized that we’d be going back to our lives. He seemed to be a lot surer of himself though. When I thought about it critically, I could see the change in myself as well. I’m not so shy about who I am anymore. Johnny allowed me to discover it.
I got my letter from Hogwarts and I allowed Johnny to look it over. He became comfortable with the idea that wizards were real. We talked about it quite a bit and I think he will be a good ally in the future for wizards. He said he might even become a barrister.
My parents decided to wait until August 31st to bring us to Diagon Alley. That way our parents could just drop us off at the inn and we could catch a cab straight to King’s Cross the next day. It also allowed me to say a proper good bye to John.
It was a more painful parting then I care to remember, so I’m not going to put myself through the emotions of actually writing it down. Suffice it to say we were both very sad.
I hadn’t thought about Harry Potter all summer, yet as soon as we got to Diagon Alley it was all I could think about. Tom, the Innkeeper for the Leaky Cauldron, gave me several Daily Prophets from over the summer. The news was grim at best. Harry Potter was a hero again and had been awarded an Order of Merlin Third Class. It made him one of the youngest recipients ever. The other was someone long since dead that I had never even heard of.
Dennis and I did our shopping alone. We managed to get all of our material fairly quickly with little in the way of hassles. We got back to our room after eating out in a tiny restaurant in Diagon Alley. I was just in time to see that Draco Malfoy was our neighbor. It struck me as odd at the time, though I couldn’t figure out why.
It took a few minutes to get Dennis settled down enough to sleep, but a threat of me hexing him unconscious worked well. We were both asleep minutes later.
End of Chapter 1
