|Drarry Smut| (story 2)

Harry Potter And The Magical Glory Hole On The Fith Floor

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"Well, that's just ridiculous," Harry said, rolling his eyes. "If you just want to get off with someone, go to a club or something. There's plenty of witches or wizards down for a shag. Plus, it just seems so...dirty."

Seamus threw back his head a laughed. Harry threw up a quick silencing spell as soon as a few heads popped up over the cubicle walls at the sound. It was too early on a Monday for this rubbish.

"Mate," Seamus wiped his eyes, still chuckling, "Dirty is the whole point. If I wanted to get dressed up in my finest, pay to get in, pay for drinks, actually have to try and pull, it uses up a perfectly good evening where I could at the pub with all my mates. This way, I get it fast and dirty in the afternoon, finish my shift, and meet you all at the Leaky. No muss, no fuss."

Harry shook his head through the whole speech. Shameless Seamus. He was used to his friend's wild sex tales, but this was just over the top. And quite unbelievable.

"The fifth floor loo, huh?" Harry got a nod and a wave as Seamus retreated back to his cube. It didn't seem likely that his story was true; just last week he claimed to have it off with a Veela and her sister in the bathroom of Flourish and Blotts. This whole 'glory hole' thing was just as ridiculous.

Ron walked up the center of the aisle of offices. He carried two cups of coffee with a pastry balanced on the lid of each.

"Hey, what was Seamus going on about?"

Harry huffed and accepted the offered coffee. He instantly burned his tongue, as he did every morning, the grogginess he woke with still lingering.

"He says there's a glory hole in the bathroom on the fifth."

"Right outside Magical Undertaking and Figuring of Finances?" Ron smirked.

Harry waggled his eyebrows. "One and the same. Right outside MUFF."

The two started giggling like kids, ignoring the interested looks of bored coworkers. Mondays were usually slow in the Auror department; it seemed a day off for the criminal class after a busy weekend.

Harry's cubicle was in the center of the open room, next to Ron's, so they spent most of the day chatting and avoiding paperwork. Ron complained about the wedding getting out of control; it seemed when Molly and Hermione put their heads together, they could do some real damage to Ron's wallet. Harry began to tune him out as he ranted, and his mind wandered back to what Seamus told him.

Just go in the last stall, stick your prick through the hole, and enjoy a good blowjob. Nothing to it.

Harry tapped his thigh, thinking back to the last time he'd had his cock in someone's mouth. It had been far too long, since he and Ginny had broken up once she'd left to play quidditch with the Holyhead Harpies. And even then, things had cooled considerably between them for some time. Harry had gotten quite familiar with his hand since Hermione and Ron had moved out of Grimmauld Place. It was nice to be able to just wank anywhere in the house he wanted to. The kitchen, the stairs, even the sitting room. Being naked so close to the floo knowing someone could walk in at any time, catch him with his cock in his hand (and sometimes, if he was feeling adventurous, a finger in his bum) made him come harder than anywhere else. The idea of getting caught was actually kind of appealing, considering what a pedestal the papers had put him on since the war. He was nowhere close to what they said he was, and some dark part of him wanted to prove it to himself.

"Are you even listening, mate?" Ron kicked Harry's feet off his desk where they'd been resting.

Harry sat up. "Nope, not even a little. Why don't you try to elope?" He ducked a smack, grinning.