Harry Potter Hogwarts Hijinks

By CyberBowl

Published on Sep 14, 2020

Gay

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THIS STORY CONTAINS: adult language; explicit sexual encounters between boys of similar ages

TRIGGER WARNINGS: none

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This standalone story is NOT part of the continuity of my "Secret Scroll" saga. In fact, it was written before they were.

FAIR PLAY by CyberBowl

"Potter! Get your nose out of that book!"

That got Harry's attention. He and Draco had been lovers for almost a year now and the whole school knew it. The only time he called him `Potter' any more was when he was up to no good. He looked up from his homework and saw the devilish grin on Draco's face. He'd pegged this one.

He nodded in acknowledgment. "Malfoy."

Draco leaned in close to Harry and whispered, "Hagrid's off to visit that silly dragon of his. Meet me at his place in ten minutes." He slyly tweaked Harry's earlobe with the tip of his tongue, stood, turned, and strutted away. Harry was intrigued.

Harry closed his book and began hunting for his trainers. The ground outside Hagrid's house was usually too soft and damp for stocking feet. "What could that little pervert be up to now?" he mused. "And how did he get past the Fat Lady?" He found the trainers, slipped his feet into them, and grabbed his jacket. The last few nights had been quite cool.

He quickly scouted the Marauder's Map for a clear exit. He smiled as he realized that this would be easy. He started through the doorway, then stopped abruptly as a thought struck him. He gave a quick sniff to each armpit, smiled, shrugged, tucked the Map into his jacket's pocket, and ran toward the grounds.

As Harry approached the house, it appeared dark and deserted. He slowly tried the door. It opened. "Draco?" he whispered.

"Get in here!" Draco snapped in a whisper.

Harry went in. Draco was there. A single candle was burning on the table, but Draco had drawn the thick, woolen curtains. No one from outside could tell that anyone was home.

Before Harry could ask what Draco was up to, his nose was assaulted by a ghastly and familiar stench. He looked at the table, and his fears were confirmed.

"Bloody hell! Polyjuice Potion???"

Draco's grin was almost too wicked. "You're going to love this! Get naked!" Draco started tearing off his own clothes. Once he was naked, he realized Harry was lagging. Harry was still stumbling out of his trousers. "Still with the bloody Y-fronts, Harry? I REALLY need to get you some silk boxers," he sighed. "Come along!" Harry yanked his briefs down and stepped out of them. Draco then picked up one of the two mugs, and passed it to Harry, and took the other for himself. Raising it and tapping it against Harry's mug, he smirked, "Cheers, mate!"

"Cheers." Harry was dubious, but he drank.

Just as they felt the first twinge of the potion's effect, Draco blew out the candle.

"What—?"

"It's a surprise."

They let the rest of the Polyjuice process happen in the dark. Once the transformation was complete, Harry asked, "What now?"

Harry heard Draco fumbling with the matchbox, and was briefly blinded by the match's flare. He blinked a few times, then blinked again. He thought he was looking into a mirror. Except he knew he wasn't holding a match. His reflection was.

"Right. If you're me, then who am I?" He looked down. "Oh. I'd recognize that little willy anywhere—`Potter!'"

"Funny, `Malfoy.' I seem to recall a measuring contest a while back. Slytherin caught the snitch on that one, if I remember correctly."

Harry snarled Draco's snarliest snarl. "Bastard." He lunged at his Potterized lover, tackling him to the floor. He began tickling him mercilessly. "I'm going to bugger you with your own pink wand!"

Draco grinned widely with a devilish leer that looked twice as sexy pasted onto Harry Potter's face. "I told you that you were going to love this!"

  • THE END -

Next: Chapter 5: Harry Potter and the Afterglow


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