hp_may_madness

Title: A Different Kind of Magic
Characters or Pairing: Harry Potter/oak tree, Harry/Draco sort of
Word Count: 864
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Here’s something you don’t see everyday
Challenge: dendrophilia (tree fetish)
Author's Notes:

Sex. Harry had thought about it for a long while. Not that he hadn’t practiced with himself, well his hand anyway. Where could he get any real practice he wondered? Wizarding porn wasn’t helpful, unless you wanted to know how to do it with a witch, upside-down on a broom with a concealment charm or something equally complicated. He just wanted to learn about regular, ‘maybe we could have a shag and still be able to look each other in the eye afterward sex’. Naturally, it wasn’t even that simple for him because he liked blokes, apparently.

His problem perplexed him and the library and the bookshop in Hogsmeade were no help. Of course, if he’d asked Madame Pince or the sales clerk at Tomes and Scrolls for assistance, today when he’d been in, he might have found what he was looking for. His cheeks warmed just now because he thought about it. His feet wondered off the path on the Hogwarts grounds as he made his way back to the castle.
He found himself near a copse of trees he recognized. Second year he had followed Percy out here on a few occasions. Percy had cast a notice-me-not charm and had blended in with the tree he was near. Harry had settled himself in the grass, covered by his cloak and waited to see what happened. Percy would eventually become noticeable again and had been hugging the tree. Not too long after that, Percy would adjust his robes and walk back to the castle. It had been odd behavior, but Percy was a bit odd anyway.

Harry reached the tree that Percy hugged. He ran a hand over the bark, it tingled slightly with what Harry imagined was Druid magic. His head tipped back, the tree looked phallic as Hermione would say. She saw pricks everywhere, he probably did too. This particular prick look-alike had leaves sprouting out the top. He groaned. It did look like a prick, one that was coming, a lot. He shifted his feet and looked around before he stuck one hand down his trousers to adjust himself. The other hand trailed down the tree truck, his thumb brushed a knothole that wasn’t solid.

His attention turned to knothole. He pressed on it with his thumb and it slipped inside. The gentle tingle of magic continued, he tried adding finger. It slipped in as well. Warm moist heat enveloped his fingers, he pulled them out and put them back in. Oh! Percy hadn’t been hugging this tree. Harry’s prick was now at full attention. Percy the perfect prefect had been fucking this tree. The knothole was just at the right height. Harry licked his lips and shoved three fingers into the knothole, apparently it got larger as necessary. He cast he own notice-me-not charm.

Harry’s trousers were open in an instant and he pulled his prick up over his y-fronts. He glanced around. No one in sight. He took his prick in hand and guided to the knothole. His groan was loud enough to disturb the birds. Before me moved another centimeter he cast a silencing spell as well and then shoved his prick all the way in. I was perfect! Brilliant! He wrapped his arms around the tree. Just wet enough, just soft enough, just hard enough, his hips pistoned with abandon.

Fuck yeah! Oh yeah! Wait, slow down! He arse kept flexing. His balls were drawn up tight. He tried to think of Snape in Potions class. It was too late! His prick spasmed and jerked as he panted and his vision grayed a bit. Fuck! It was brilliant! He was an eager idiot, it could have gone on and on. Fuck it was amazing though!

Maybe. He rocked experimentally. If he could think of something hot. His mind whirled. He was out here in the open air, anyone could come by and see him. It was a good start. He rocked his hips some more, the tree obliged and kept a not too tight grip on his slightly softened prick. What did he really want?

Malfoy. Trousers off, back against the tree with his legs hooked up over Harry’s shoulders. His prick achieved rock-hard status again. Draco’s tight, white arse just ready. Harry would ease just the tip of his prick inside and wait. Wait for Draco to ask for more, to ask to have his hard cock pulled. Fuck yeah! He’d fill Draco’s arse full. The light red cock between their bellies got darker and darker. Harry fucked hard and fast as Draco begged for prick to be touched. Apparently, it wasn’t really necessary Draco wailed and Harry could feel the cream hit his chin. Fuck! Harry wailed too as his prick emptied a second time into the tree. His knees buckled and he held onto the tree for dear life.
Finally, it was over and he could catch his breath. He glanced around quickly. Grateful to find no one in the immediate area. He tucked himself back into his trousers. A small smile came to his lips. He’s just worked out where he could practice sex. Next he would have to work on blowjobs.