There were many rumors at Hogwarts. They spread around like wildfire, making sure that every single student had heard whatever was being said that week. They were, for the most part, normal school rumors, such as so and so kissed this person, or this person had slept with this person and all that. None of them really sparked Harry’s interest however, and in all honesty, he wished Ron would stop telling him all the stupid stuff he learned from his brothers. They were just rumors and even if they were true, they were none of Harry’s business. That was until Ron had ran up to him one day, the most excited smile spread across his face.
“Harry…do you want to know something?” He had said, the giddiness evident in his voice. Harry had rolled his eyes, looking over at Ron with a bored expression. “What is it this time?” He hoped that the redhead would hear the annoyance in his voice and leave him alone, but Rons excitement did not faulter. “Well…there’s a gloryhole in the second-floor boys bathroom.” Rons voice had gotten quieter as he leaned closer to Harry’s ear, his eyes flickering around to make sure no one heard. “What?!!!” Harry shouted, immediately pulling away from Ron as if he had gotten burned. “Shhhhhh, keep your voice down, Harry. We could get in serious trouble for this!” Ron looked around again, hoping that nobody took Harry’s outburst as a confirmation for them to get involved in their conversation. “How do you even know its true?! Are you sure Fred and George aren’t just messing with you?” Harry finally quieted down a little, yet he really didn’t see the purpose. There was no way this was true. “Come on, follow me. I know it’s true because I saw it.”
With that, Ron grabbed Harry’s hand and tugged him all the way to the second-floor boys bathroom, right into the last stall. “See, told you.”
Harry couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
It looked innocent enough, but the hole was cut too perfectly for it to have been natural decay, and what didn’t help was all the vandalism around it. Things like “Slut”, “Cocksleeve”, “Cockwhore” and other filthy names and sayings were scrawled all over the wall as if it were a canvas. “I haven’t been here yet, but they say to come here about an hour after curfew to get the blowjob of a lifetime.” Ron spoke up to fill the silence, glancing back at Harry. “Wouldn’t other students be here?” Harry asked, voice embarrassingly high pitched and shaky. Not only was the idea of getting head in a school stall embarrassing, but the fact that other students might be lining up as well and listening to everything, that would be too much for Harry. “Well, we have quite a few exams this week to study for…plus most students are too scared to sneak out after curfew anyway. I think this week should be pretty calm.” Ron gave Harry a knowing smile, clapping one of his hands on the other boy’s shoulder.
Harry was about to dismiss any idea Ron had before he was cut off by the redhead checking his watch and mumbling, “Oh shit, I'm late for class. Bye, Harry!” and quickly exiting the bathroom. Harry sighed and watched Ron leave before he glanced down at the hole once again. He had been pretty strung up lately, maybe this could help him, he thought. He then shook his head and left the stall, hating the way his face felt all hot. Ron was right, they had tests to study for, and going out after curfew wasn’t a great idea either. There was no way he was coming back here.
Except, he came back. Later that night. After curfew.
Harry had made a plan with himself that if he saw any other students, he would leave and go right back to his dorm to study. He could feel his hands trembling as he pushed open the door to the bathroom, bright green eyes searching for any sign of life in the cold room. It was completely empty. Harry let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and fully stepped into the room, nervously walking over to the stall that Ron had showed him. Part of him really was wishing that other people would be here, so he had an excuse to leave, but now he almost felt like he had to do it. He swallowed thickly as he closed the stall door, his eyes once again falling on the hole in front of him. He was nervous to say the least, his heart like a jackhammer in his chest and throat. Was the other person even here? Or were they busy studying like he should be doing right now? He did see the other stall door closed when he walked in, so he was hoping that meant that they were here and that he wouldn’t just be sticking his dick into a stall with some innocent student trying to take a shit.
Harry took a deep breath before he knocked on the stall wall, hoping that if it were just some random student, they would tell him to fuck off or something. What he got in response, however, was a little slip of paper being slid under the stall. Harry picked it up with caution, his hands still shaking like a leaf.
It read, “If you are here for the gloryhole, then id suggest you put your dick through the hole in the wall. If you are here to use the bathroom, then go back to what you were doing. I will not be using my voice to stay anonymous.”
Harry chewed on his bottom lip before he nodded, putting the slip back under the stall before undoing his pants. It took a few moments with how shaky he was, but he eventually got them down far enough to pull out his half hard cock. He gingerly wrapped his hand around it, deciding to stroke it a few times before he put it through the hole. He rested his head against the stall wall, his hand working himself as a few gasps fell from his lips.
After a few minutes he was fully hard and aching, his green eyes shut tight. He took a moment to calm down before he opened his eyes again, leading his cock to the hole in the wall and pushing it through. He was watching intently, noticing the slight movement of a shadow from under the stall, seemingly getting closer.
Harry’s nervousness was growing more by the second, and he was about to pull out before he felt a soft, thin hand wrap around his length. It already felt amazing and barely anything had happened yet. The hand slowly started to move, dragging some pre with it to help lube it up more. Harry had to bring a hand up to cover his mouth, not wanting the other person to hear his nervous mewls and moans. It didn’t take long for the soft hand to turn into petal soft lips wrapped around the head of Harrys cock, drawing a loud whiney moan from the boy. This was his first time feeling anything that wasn’t his own hand, and it was a lot more overstimulating than he had planned. His knees were already buckling, and he had to grip onto the wall for support.
The lips dragged their way to the base of his cock before pulling back up, a soft tongue swirling around the head with experience. It was obvious they were getting used to Harry’s reactions to everything before they really went to work, wanting to make sure they were doing well. And doing well they were, at least from Harry’s point of view. He already felt embarrassingly close, and he hadn’t even experienced everything yet.
Finally, the speed started to pick up, and the person on the other side of the wall had hollowed their cheeks, taking Harry into their throat with a soft moan. The bathroom was filled with wet slurping and gagging noises, with a mix of Harrys not so quiet moans. If a teacher were to walk by, they would be caught in an instant.
Harry’s mind was empty, yet it still started to wander, wondering who the person in the other stall was. They were obviously experienced in what they were doing, and they had incredibly soft skin. Could it be a girl? It could be, but something didn’t feel right about that assumption. Maybe it was just a really soft boy. A boy who definitely knew what he was doing.
Harry’s thoughts kept racing, a few full of platinum blonde hair, greyish blue eyes and Slytherin green. He tried to block those out though and just focus on what was happening, and all the pathetic noises that were falling from his lips. If the person didn’t think they were doing well, they definitely would now. It wasn’t much longer until Harry heard the person moaning more on his cock, as well as another wet noise fill the bathroom. That only spurred Harry on more, gripping the wall and starting to thrust into the person’s mouth, drawing muffled whines and gags from them. It was so much, so much that Harry didn’t even bother to cover his noises anymore.
Part of him really wanted to burst into the other stall and fuck the person so hard they wouldn’t be able to walk for a week, but he decided against it. This person obviously wanted to keep their anonymity so badly that they wouldn’t even use their voice. He supposed that was reasonable, even if he really wanted to know. He wanted to know if it really was who he thought might be, wanted it to be he should say, but something about that just felt wrong. It made his stomach churn, and in the worst mix of wanting to puke and also wanting to cum.
The thoughts he tried to shake away about his enemy earlier came back at full force, drawing a loud, hard orgasm from him. He thrusted as far as he could into the other persons mouth, shooting thick, pearly ropes down their throat. He heard them gag, but he didn’t care, not when he was about to pass out from the force of his orgasm. After a moment they slipped off of Harry’s cock, loud panting filling the silence. It took a bit for Harry to collect himself before he looked down, noticing the white, semi-translucent streaking the tiled ground around his feet.
The other person had to be a boy then.
Harry tucked himself back into his pants and watched as the person grabbed some toilet paper and started wiping up the mess they made, showing off their pale, dainty hands. Hands that looked far too familiar. Harry shook his thoughts away once again and walked out of the stall and the bathroom, stopping once he got out into the hall. It wouldn’t hurt to see who was in there, would it?
Plus, he didn’t want his curiosity to distract him from his tests in the next couple days.
He snuck around a corner not too far away, eyes fixated on the bathroom door. It thankfully didn’t take long for the door to open, and Harry could feel the excitement rise in his throat. He was finally going to know.
But then, the excitement dropped when platinum blonde hair made its way into view, along with pale skin, greyish blue eyes and Slytherin green. Harry felt like he was going to be sick.