Being back at Hogwarts wasn't what Harry thought it would be. Voldemort was dead and Harry was free, but what did that really mean for him? What was he supposed to do now that the weight of the world wasn't on his shoulders? This 8th and final year at Hogwarts was meant to bring back a sense of normalcy for the students however it was anything but normal. There was an empty space in the Great Hall next to Ron where Lavender should've been sitting, staring starry-eyed at her Won-Won, Hermione had barely said a word since getting back, let alone open a book and the entire Slytherin House just looked beaten down. No, nothing was normal. How could they ever be?
Thoughts like these are what kept Harry up at night. After spending a year on the run, camping in the forest and terrified of being caught out by Death Eaters, a comfortable bed and a good night's sleep were luxuries that he couldn't bring himself to enjoy. After waking up from a particularly bad nightmare about the Battle of Hogwarts, he found himself aimlessly wandering the halls since he didn't want to fall asleep and have to watch people die again.
Harry soon found himself on the 7th floor in front of that familiar tapestry with the dancing trolls and asking for a place to just hide away from the world - from himself for awhile. Eyes closed, Harry heard the telltale creaking of a door that wasn't there before and when he opened his eyes, the Room of Requirement lay before him. He smiled a soft smile, happy to see that despite the extensive damage to the castle, the Room was still there. Harry stepped through the doorway and he felt an overwhelming sense of calm at what he saw inside. The interior of the room was filled with draping fabrics in warm red and gold tones, echoing his house colors. There was a roaring fireplace to the left with a shabby but comfortable looking sofa and armchair in front of it placed on top of a bearskin rug. He started for the sofa when someone spoke to him from the armchair.
"Bee in your bonnet, Potter?" said the mystery voice.
Harry stopped in his tracks, whipping his wand out from his robes and pointing it in the direction of the voice. "Who's there?"
"I'm hurt you don't recognize me Potter?" As they spoke, the armchair turned to face Harry and sitting there with a smirk on their face was the Sorting Hat.
Harry blushed. Seeing the color that stained his cheeks, the Sorting Hat winked at him which only made Harry blush harder. Why was the Sorting Hat here? There must be a reason, the Room wouldn't just throw the Sorting Hat in here for fun. Was the Hat here to help him relax? Did the Room know how often the Sorting Hat has featured in his wildest fantasies? Harry would often drive himself crazy just thinking about those soft felt lips and that cavernous hole but to have the object of his desires right in front of him was too much to bear and he couldn't control the rush of blood that went straight to his cock. The Sorting Hat broke him from his reverie as he started to speak again.
"Oh yes, Potter. I know how you think of me. I know how much I've been in that twisted head of yours. The Room knows too." At these words, Harry startles and thinks to make for the door but as he turns to look for it, the door vanishes. "Don't be afraid. We're here to take care of you. We know how hard its been and The Room and I want to help you unwind so please, come and sit."
Harry can feel his hands shaking with anticipation as he sits down on the sofa and the Sorting Hat hops over to sit beside him. "That’s a good boy. Can I take your trousers off?" says the Hat and as soon as Harry nods, his trousers vanish and an ottoman appears under his feet, lifting his legs. An invisible hand starts to palm his groin through his pants and Harry lets out a low groan, tossing his head back against the sofa. Harry quickly fumbles with his pants to pull those off as well. His cock springs forth and brushes against the Sorting Hat as it does so. "Eager are we?"
Harry answers by putting his hand on the back of the Hat and gently pushing. The Hat understands and with a smirk, they pepper kisses along Harry's shaft. The feeling of the soft cloth on his cock is better than anything he could've imagined until the Sorting Hat takes his tip into their mouth and lightly sucks because then that is even better. Harry grunts and bucks his hips up into the Sorting Hat's soft mouth. The Sorting Hat chuckle's around Harry's cock which sends a shiver down his spine. "Please" Harry croaks out. Finished teasing for now, the Sorting Hat begins to move in earnest and somehow it feels so wet and warm that Harry can barely keep himself from cumming right away but he somehow manages to edge himself because he doesn't want the night to be over just yet.
With one final suck, the Sorting Hat releases Harry's slick prick and in one smooth motion, they jump up onto Harry's lap and sheathes Harry's great big sword of Gryffindor into his wide open Hatussy. Harry's eyes go wide with shock and an immeasurable amount of pleasure. Harry moans as he grips their brim with both hands. "Bloody Hell! You feel like heaven. You feel like everything I've been through was worth it just to feel this." The Sorting Hat grins as Harry takes control and moves the Hat up and down on his cock slowly at first until he can't help but relentlessly fuck this cavernous hole of his dreams. As the Sorting Hat is bouncing up and down, they start to sing their song but the last few lines are different from what he sings at the start of year feast. "Now slip me snug around your cock, I've never yet been wrong, I'll have alook inside your mind, And tell you when to cum!" As if on cue, as the song ended Harry came with a great roar, spilling inside the Hat. The Sorting Hat moaned with glee to be filled up so and Harry delighted in the sight of his seed spilling out of the Hat's eyes and mouth as well as it's massive hole. The Sorting Hat grinned at Harry with cum-covered lips which made his cock twitch even though he had just cum moments ago.
Harry laid down sideways on the sofa, keeping the Sorting Hat as a cocksleeve as he did so and he slowly drifted off into sleep.
…
Harry awoke expecting to be on the sofa still but instead he found himself on a soft bed that seemed to have replaced the other furniture that was in the Room. Wondering if anything else had changed, he reached down to find that the Sorting Hat was still resting snugly around his soft cock. Grinning, Harry stroked the Hat and said "Good little cocksleeve. Thank you for keeping it warm while I slept." The Sorting Hat wriggled in response and Harry sucked in a breath and groaned. "Don't be a tease, Hat." The Hat wriggled again and said "Oh, I'm no tease. I let you rest but now its time for me and the Room to have our way with you."
As soon as the Hat finished speaking, Harry was flipped onto his Stomach and the sheets were pulled back exposing his perfect arse that was well-toned from Quidditch. Ropes appeared and snaked from behind the headboard to bind Harry to the bed. The Sorting Hat hopped around behind Harry, out of sight. Harry whipped his head around to try and see what the Hat was doing but he couldn't. Suddenly, he felt a soft bit of fabric ghosting over the arch of his bum followed by a quick sting when the fabric whipped him. This happened again and again until Harry was panting and grinding his erection on the bed desperate for relief. The Sorting Hat tsked behind him and then Harry's bum was raised in the air and he was brought back down to rest on his knees. "Do you want me to fuck you, Potter?" Harry nods and presses his arse back into the Hat. "My, my, so desperate to be filled by this old hat." While the Sorting Hat speaks, they are circling Harry's puckered rosebud with their felt tip. Harry pushes back again and this time he is rewarded by the hat sinking ever so slightly into his hole. The Sorting Hat only chuckles before pushing in further and then they're both moaning. The Hat begins a swirling motion in Harry's aresehole to help him accommodate the Sorting Hat's girth. Soon the Sorting Hat is in Harry up to his eyes and then he's pulling out and Harry is whimpering but not for long because suddenly the Sorting Hat is slamming back into him all the way up to the brim and Harry is seeing stars as he moans in pain and pleasure. Before he can adjust, the Hat is thrusting into him like the world could end tomorrow and all they have is tonight. The noises that the Sorting Hat is eliciting from Harry are more animalistic than human as the thrusting picks up in pace and soon Harry is meeting each stroke with his arse. Harry can feel the orgasm building inside of him again. As the Sorting Hat thrusts into him, they lick the inside of his arsehole with their tongue which sends Harry over the age as his balls tighten and he releases all over the bed sheets. Groaning at the sight, the Sorting Hat harshly thrusts into Harry once more and Harry can feel himself filling up with hat seed. Harry collapses onto the cum-soaked sheets as the Hat eases out of him and the ropes disappear. Humming contentedly, Harry rolls onto his back and watches the Sorting Hat as they bounce up and onto Harry's cock, content to be a good little cocksleeve for the rest of the night. Harry places his hand on his stomach and can feel a bulge from all of the cum still sitting inside of him. The sheets are magically pulled around the two, the lights are dimmed and Harry falls asleep with a smile on his face and a Hat on his cock.