Pure blind hot rage burned through Harry. He felt heat rise through him as his hands gripped the paper. He read through the title again making sure that it was real and not some cheap trick but no the title of Witch Weekly still stayed the same.
His face looked back at him as he saw the photo that someone snapped of him sitting at the three broomsticks alone. He watched as he saw the photo move watching himself take a deep gulp of his drink. The tile under the photo reading ‘Harry Potter drunk and alone’.
He tried to fight the urge to turn the page, tried to put the magazine down, and buried the feeling of anger and shame deep away but his curiosity got the better of him.
He turned the page to see another photo this time, it was an old photo of Ginny and Harry; they must have been 19 in the photo walking through Diagon Alley holding hands and laughing happily. Ginny was looking up at Harry with big love-filled eyes but Harry’s eyes did not match hers, they were filled with joy but not love. He watched on as a big rip appeared on the photo sharply zig-zagging between himself and Ginny. He ripped his eyes from the photo down the page.
‘Witch Weekly has heard from sources close to Harry Potter the he has ended his 6-year relationship with long-term high school sweetheart Ginny Weasley. Sources also report that Ginny was blind-sided by the breakup and has been devastated.’
Harry’s eyes skimmed over the words frown deepening, he was used to it by now the papers reporting on his life. Especially as an auror he was used to seeing his name in the paper every couple weeks but he never wanted that for his friends, especially Ginny.
His eyes jumped down to the next photo and his mouth fell open. It was him with an arm wrapped around a man's waist a hand grabbing a handful of his hair pulling him in for a heated kiss. The photo showed Harry shoving the Muggle against a brick wall outside a restaurant. This was a couple of days ago how did they get this? Harry was thankful they blocked out the muggles face but this was crossing a line. Harry's eyes quickly flickered down to scan the block of text underneath the photo.
‘Harry has reportedly been seen with multiple muggle men since the breakup and our sources report he has been known to use a Muggle method of finding men known as a Grinder’.
Harry could not read on, his vision turned red as he pointed his wand at the paper and watched as flames rushed out of the tip wrapping around the magazine as it turned into ash in his hands. Bits of burnt paper falling onto his desk. He tried to breathe, cast out the thought of that image of himself and that muggle. He tried to steady his thoughts. ‘It was only a gossip magazine,’ he told himself. He sat back down at his desk taking a steady breath. He was fine, everything was fine it was not like this was in the daily prophet or anything.
It was at this moment that he heard the sound of his office door creaking open. He looked up in time to see a paper aeroplane fly through his office door landing gracefully onto his desk. He frowned as he reached down to unfold the paper and once again, he was met with his face but this time on the cover of the daily profert with that same stupid photo from the 3 broomsticks.
This time he did not read the paper's title; he got up, grabbed his coat and marched out of his office.
He rocked up at the only place he could think of Hermione’s, she always seemed to know what to say in moments of crisis. He apparated into her kitchen. Normally it would be considered rude to just appear in a witch or wizard’s kitchen but Harry, Hermione and Ron had a closer friendship than many, I guess nearly dying together does that to you.
He did have to admit he did not see a lot of Ron now, ever since Hermione and Ron took a break from their relationship a couple of months ago Ron had seemed to distance himself from the two of them, harry was sure the fact that he had broken up with his sister did not help that either.
“Hermione!” Harry's voice called out through the house but he was met with silence for a moment before a voice called.
“Not here” he frowned at the voice, which was a male voice and one he did not recognise.
Harry took off his coat and adjusted his suit which he despised wearing as he walked through to the living room to see Theodore Nott sitting in Hermione Granger's living room, lying out on the sofa like he owned the place.
Harry stood in the doorway blinking for a moment in shock, partly because he did not even know Hermione and Theodore talked and partly because he had not seen Theodore since Hogwarts. he could not tear his eyes away from him. Tall slender body, broad shoulders, sharp dangerous jaw. His hair held a perfect sort of wave to his dark brown hair. Harry had to force his mouth closed to not gawk, ‘I’m turning into a man whore’ he thought to himself as his eyes quickly darted to get another look.
Clearly, Harry had not been smooth with his gawking as Theodore closed the book in his hand and sat up on the sofa “You know it’s rude to appear at someone's home unannounced” Therefore perfect eyebrow arched up and Harry had to force his eyes away from his body and onto his eyes.
“To be honest I was not expecting to see you here,” Harry said bluntly.
Harry had heard a lot about Theodore, his name was often mumbled through the ministry. Rumours that one of the only things that Theodore Nott had gotten from his father was his interest in dark, rare and powerful artifacts.
“Yes well” Theodore tilted his head to the side, eyes looking up at Harry “I was not expecting Harry Potter to appear in the kitchen so count both of us being surprised today” he held this confidence to his body, the way he looked at Harry his eye’s unwaning. Harry caught Theo's eyes quickly dipping down to Harry’s suit and back to his eyes.
Theodore was not the only one that had changed since Hogwarts nearly 6 years ago. A thick well-groomed beard now framed Harry’s jaw. His once unkept hair had finally concurred now being shorter around the sides and longer on top that sat over to the left. Theodore said nothing for a moment as silence fell over the living room.
Harry was the first to break it “So are you going to tell me what you are doing here?”.
Theodore leant back on the couch looking unbothered “House sitting” he replied simply like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Harry’s frown deepened filled with more confusion, why was Theodore house-sitting for Hermione?
“Where is she?” Harry asked, Theodore flinched his mouth falling open and closed before he replied with “away”.
Harry cursed, this was not what he needed right now, he came here to escape the mess that was his life not be met with another bloody mess. Normally Harry would press this matter further but he was simply too tired.
“Is she safe?” Harry asked and he saw Theo’s face soften. “Yes, Harry trust me she is more than safe” Harry had to push away his curiosity to want to press into that more. He really should have just left then and there, this is not what his plan was but instead, he walked over to collapse into the spare sofa next to Theodore.
Silence once again swept over the room and Harry could feel eyes staring into him. “What are you doing” Theodore asked and Harry turned to look at him “Oh what are you also security now?” this made a sweet chuckle fall from Theo's lips and Harry had to push down the flutter in his chest deep down at the sound of the sweet noise.
“God, you’re in a Pleasant mood aren't you,” Theodore said sarcastically.
Harry groaned in reply hands going up to rub his face. God this is not how he had imagined his day going, ending up at his best friend's place to find her gone and with Theodore Nott playing maid. His mind drifted to Hermione. She had been slightly distant recently but she had also seemed busier than normal and a lot happier. Before Harry could think on it more Theodore's voice dragged him out of his thoughts.
“Question” He asked and Harry glanced over at him arching a brow at him.
“What is a grinder?” Harry’s whole mouth fell open in shock as he felt his cheeks redden, bloody bastard, read the stupid papers.
Harry groaned in slight embarrassment, Nott seemed genuinely interested, so against Harry’s better judgment he replied “It’s a way for muggles to meet other muggle men” Theodore frowned at this and Harry once again noted how bloody handsome he was.
“Why do they want to meet up with each other?” Harry bit his lip at the question, he normally would not answer or he would have lied but he had heard many things about Theodore Nott and a lot of those whispers held rumours that he only had eyes for fellow wizards, not witches.
“They meet up to hook up Nott” Harry finally answered rather bluntly but his answer seemed to spark interest in Theodore. “How does one use this thing” Harry chuckled in reply.
“Did not think you would be interested in Muggles Theo” This earned Harry a simple shrug.
“Would be nice to be with someone who does know who I am, someone just to mess around with for a night” Harry steered at Theo as he spoke, Harry had not come across many wizards he had been able to muck around with, mostly because since his newfound singleness any wizards that had seemed to be interested made harry feel like a trophy, an achievement, something to tell their friends but with Theodore he did not get that sense.
Harry noted Theodore was exactly his type and probably the hottest Wizard he had ever seen, hell he was also hotter than any muggle Harry had been with.
Harry felt his stomach churn with want, need and lust. He paused for a moment “I mean” Harry paused again and he saw Theo lean forward seeming already interested in Harry’s words.
“I know who you are but- “another pause before Harry added “I can give you a night though” Theodore this time was the one whose mouth fell open clearly in shock. Harry felt instant embarrassment rise. God why did he say that, why would Theodore ever agree to this, they were not friends, hell they had just seen each other for the first time in 7 years and not to mention Theodore was best friends with Malfoy. Malfoy and Harry were not at each other’s throats like they were in school, but it was still thin ice, there are some things you just can’t forgive and forget.
“You want to muck around with me?” Theodore's once calm and almost disinterested demeanour had now vanished, something else had replaced it. Harry felt a wave of confidence at not being shut down straight away, Theodore was interested in his suggestion.
“Well, you seem so interested in the Muggle way, I could give you a little taster” Harry had to try and hide his shock at his own words. God that was new. Theo said nothing for a moment but a lust-filled sinful smirk tugged at his lips.
“One time? “He asked as he moved up from the Sofa over to Harry.
He placed an arm against the back of the Sofa so he was leaning over Harry with his broad shoulders. Harry looked up at Theodore with a lust-filled gaze, want and desire flowed through him.
“One time” Harry replied and with that Theo was moving down towards him. A hand reached down to cup his face as he was met with Theo’s soft warm lips. Harry’s hands instantly were grabbing onto his hair and back causing the softest little moan to slip out from Theo's lips.
The sound made the pit of Harry’s stomach twist with lust, he needed to hear more of it. He opened his mouth deepening the kiss and Theo was happy to follow suit. The Kiss quickly turned filthy, panting, soft moans and roaming hands. Harry pulled back from the kiss, hands tugging on Theo's shirt “I want to see you”. Theo's hand wandered to reach for his want but Harry caught his wrist as their eyes locked again.
“No, I want to undress you myself” He grinned, which earned him a sinful look from Theo. Harry reacted quickly, standing up to push Theo down underneath him on the Sofa. His hands grabbing onto his t-shirt slowly pushing the shirt up. As fresh skin was exposed Harry would meet it with a kiss and a gentle suck leaving faint red marks that quickly faded on Theodore’s pale skin. After Harry was satisfied with his work, the shirt was finally flung behind the sofa.
Harry pulled back to take it all in. Theo’s bare skin with just a pair of pants, God Harry thought he was probably the most stunning man he had ever had the pleasure of touching.
Harry had always felt a pull towards men but with all the noise that was his life, he was never able to fully discover himself. Fighting a war as a teenager leaves little time for self-discovery but this felt right. It felt so different to Ginny. He had loved her as a friend but when they were together it felt like a chore, feeling almost bland like his brain would check out but the feeling with Theo underneath him, a hot burning wave of lust crashing through him, felt perfect.
Harry’s finger started to play with the waistband of Theo's pants as he looked up at him, silently asking for permission. Theo raised an eyebrow in return with a sexy little smirk “Use your words Potter” his words dripping with lust causing Harry to groan even though Theodore was not even touching him.
Harry’s hand went up to tug at the belt holding up Theodore's pants. “You know what I want,” he said defiantly, hands reaching to open the metal clamp before a hand quickly grabbed Harry’s who was forced to look up at Theodore again.
“No potter, if you want to see any more of me, you're going to have to use your words” That made Harry’s mouth fall open and his Dick throb at the words. A hand went down to grab Harry’s jaw as a finger slid into his mouth. He moaned at the filthy action happily sucking on the long finger and swirling his tongue around the top before taking it deeper down his throat.
Theo’s eyes darkened at the sight, “Fucking hell potter” he moaned as he pulled his finger out of Harry's mouth with a nice ‘pop’. With Harry’s mouth now free he looked up at Theo with his big green eyes “Can I please take your pants off now?”.
Theo chuckled “Is that what you call begging Potter” ok, Harry steadied his thoughts, Theodore fore Nott was a kinky bastard. Harry was never really able to explore his preference for sex. He was only just starting to discover it over the past couple of months with a handful of muggles who were by no means bad but this was different, made Harry almost feel drunk with lust.
Harry’s mouth felt dry, as much as this was turning him on, this was new for him, and his other experience had far less talking involved. “Please Theo,” Harry said his hands going Up to tug at the belt again but his hands were pushed away once again.
“You’re not ready yet” Theo said casually sitting up on the Sofa as Harry looked up confusion clear on his face.
He leaned in so he was inches from Harry’s ear as he whispered “Give me 10 minutes with your body and I will show you what real begging looks like” Harry moaned at the filthy words as he was thrown onto the Sofa, his face facing the soft cushion of Hermione’s sofa.
He felt Theo's hands grab onto Harry’s suit pants pulling them off his body, the cool air of the apartment making him feel exposed. He heard a soft groan from Theo as he stared down at Harry and a hand came down to give a quick slap to Harry’s ass, the noise echoing through the apartment.
“You have a great ass potter” he grumbled; Harry was noting that down as common feedback he was receiving of late.
He heard the sound of movement as he felt Theo’s body kneel on the Sofa behind him. Two hands ran up and down the soft skin of his thighs making a small moan slip out as the hands ran up to squeeze his ass. “Has anyone given you the pleasure of Introducing you to your prostate?” Theo asked as he tapped a finger on Harry’s behind.
Harry nodded making Theo pause for a moment hand moving up and down his thighs but refusing to touch Harry’s hard cock that sat proudly, waiting for attention. “Has anything eaten out that perfect ass of yours” This time Harry shook his head and he was met with a soft “Perfect”.
He felt a soft kiss planted on his skin before a wave of pleasure rushed over him as Theo’s tongue licked up his behind. Harry's eyes flickered closed as he felt warmth run over his body before he felt Theo's tongue slip inside him.
Harry cursed; the small warmth roared into a full fire taking over his body. Moans slipped out of his body at the feeling. “Fucking hell Nott” he moaned as the pleasure kept coming, Theo’s hands snaking around to lazily stoke Harry’s hard-on.
“You sound so good” Theodore mumbled before his tongue returned back to Harry. The feeling of his tongue and hands working away on Harry. It made him feel like he was being hit with wave after wave of pleasure and he was at the risk of drowning but God, he wanted it, no he needed more.
He wanted to feel all of Theo, wanted to drown in him. “T- Theo” Harry moaned out as the stroking on his cock fastened “I – I want you” he finally got out through his panting.
“Oh?” Theodore said in a teasing tone “What do you want from me?” Theodore reached up with his spare hand to cup Harry’s balls.
“Theo, I want you” Harry tried again choking on a moan, this time he got a dark chuckle from Theo.
“you’re going to have to be clear love” Theodore's mouth fully pulled away from Harry but it was replaced with a long finger slowly pushing past the tight ring of muscles, taking Harry by full surprise the wave of pleasure dragging him under.
“Fuck theooooo” Harry moaned low and long; God Harry did not even know who he was at this moment. Sex had never been like this for him, so much feeling and passion, he felt drunk of Theo and it was the best feeling in the world.
“God Potter, want to make you scream” Theo mumbled as his finger started to work away inside Harry slowly working in and out as another finger moved to join it. Harry whimpered at the feeling turning his head around as much as he could to look at Theo with big lust-filled eyes causing Theo to lick his lips.
“You look good like this potter” Theo grinned pushing both his fingers in and curling them causing a long-rugged sound to leave Harry, both of them not breaking eye contact. Harry loved this feeling, god it was good but he wanted more, if this was a one-time thing, he wanted to feel Theo, he wanted to remember this for the rest of his life.
“Please can I have your cock?” it sounded like a question coming from his lips and Theo grinned spinning him around so his back now sat on the coach before pulling his fingers out of him as he flopped down on the Sofa next to Harry, pulling his body on top of his so harry now sat kneeling over Theodore Nott, who still had his pants on.
“Please I want your Cock Nott” This got a proud smile from Theo who licked his lips “You do?” Harry nodded desperately “Please God wreck me Theo do whatever you want with me”.
that seemed to hit something inside Theo as a hand wrapped around Harry’s jaw and for a brief moment Theo’s eyes sorted “Tell me if it gets too much” Harry nodded eagerly but also felt his stomach turn in excitement his cock leaping with joy.
With a wave of a wand, Theodore now sat under Harry fully naked, Harry’s eyes instantly sunk down to take in his body. God, he looked good like this, laid out with a hard big cock waiting for Harry. A firm hand reached around to grab Harry’s hips as he started to be lowered down.
He felt Theo’s waiting heat bellow as he slowly started to push into him, Theo keeping Harry's face in his hand staring at him wanting to capture every moment of his face. As Theo pushed in, Harry moaned eyes flickering back. “God you were made to take Cock” Theo mumbled.
It was like a switch flicked inside Harry. He was used to being somewhat in control of sex but this was new. He loved this, loved this feeling of freedom of having someone enjoy him and lavish him and praise him.
Harry’s mouth fell open as Theo pushed in the last bit and Harry was now fully sat on Theo. For a moment they said nothing just placing their heads together as they both panted, trying to steady themselves. “God this can’t be a one-time thing” Theodore mumbled like he was a possessed man and Harry nodded quickly. Not able to speak as Theodore buckled up into Harry.
Harry had to grab onto Theodore’s shoulder as he started to rock up into him, pleasure shooting up his body and filling him from the inside out. His mouth hung open as Theo rocked in and out of him, moans falling freely from his mouth that only seemed to spur the other man on as Theodore started to rock his hips into Harry faster.
“Fuck Potter you are so Hot” Theodore gasped, looking up at Harry’s tanned skin wrapped around his, glasses falling to the side, mouth hung open as beautiful moans fell like songs from his lips.
Harry said nothing too lost to even speak Theodore stopped for a brief moment fully pulling out before slamming back into Harry causing his back to arch and a glorious scream to leave his lips. “There you are babe” Theodore was starting to ramble, lost in Harry the feeling of him intoxicating.
“Theo please god, please let me cum want it so bad” Theodore grunted at this, his thrusts being shallower and sloppier.
“Yer, you want it potter?” Harry nodded franticly “Yes please god need it so bad” With a couple more thrust Theo gripped Harry’s hips as his head rolled back onto the Sofa, his mouth falling open as Theodore released into him, warmth filling Harry.
Harry wished he could record the beautiful noise that Theo made as his whole body started to shake with the rush of his orgasm.
Harry felt the coil in his stomach grow and grow, a hand coming up to wrap around his cock as he still bounced away on Theo. “So good potter so bloody good for me” and Harry did love praise, that's all he needed for him to cum all over himself, Theo and poor Hermione’s Sofa.
Their bodies collapsed onto a heap on the sofa, thick heavy breaths filling the room as they both tried to catch their breaths. “Fucking hell potter” Theodore groaned through a chuckle.
“You can show me the muggle way anytime you like” Harry let out a weak laugh at that and he knew that this was not going to be a one-time thing.