At eighteen, Harry Potter lounged in the shadowed alcove of Hogwarts' abandoned corridor, his green eyes glinting with mischief as he faced Draco and Blaise. 'You two really think you can handle the Boy Who Lived?' Harry quipped, his voice sharp and laced with challenge. Draco smirked, 'Handle you? Potter, we've seen how you eye the upperclassmen—hungry for more than spells.' Blaise chuckled, 'Witty as ever, but your secrets are leaking out like bad Polyjuice.' Their banter crackled, Harry retorting, 'Secrets? At least mine don't involve daddy issues with the Dark Lord—oh wait, that's my bloodline.' The air thickened with tension as hands brushed, Harry feeling the heat rise. 'Horny already?' Draco taunted. Harry grinned, 'Only if you can make me dripping wet.' Clothes shed in a flurry, leading to a hidden chamber where Voldemort's followers awaited. Harry's cock hardened instantly at the sight. He dropped to his knees for a blowjob, taking one thick cock deep while another pressed against his ass. 'Fuck, you're a natural cock slut,' a follower growled. Harry panted, 'And you're all mine tonight—gangbang me with an audience.' Bodies intertwined in exhibitionist frenzy, Harry riding hard, his ass clenching as cum dripped down his thighs. Sweating and panting, he came explosively, the room echoing with moans as the real encounter with his father loomed.
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