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The school always organized a big Halloween banquet, but the students used to throw a big party in the meadow. This year, Cedric and Oliver were in charge of keeping an eye on everyone. The moon shone with a beautiful orange hue, Jack O’Lanterns everywhere.

Some were playing with their wands, and the former Slytherin Seeker was busy devouring some candy. Terence had always been an arrogant but likable guy, and somewhat immature. He was a strange mix, arrogant and insufferable on the field, but nice off it.

As he ate a chocolate-covered apple, he felt a slap on the back, which made him turn around– What the hell do you want, Crabbe?

He said, obviously annoyed, staring at Malfoy’s former henchman– I came to see how you were doing, just trying to be nice.

Was that necessary?

—Come on, ‘T’, stop being so self-centered.

Before he could say anything, a pair of hands grabbed his shoulders roughly, silencing him immediately– Is he bothering you, baby?

—What? –Crabbe said confused.

Terry-Bear? –Adrian asked.

Crabbe, I think you already know Adrian and Marcus, right?

—We were just talking.

And talking involves touching our boyfriend? –Marcus said, obviously he’s really angry.

Hey, I didn’t know you were with them –Crabbe said before receiving two punches to the stomach.

—Get out of here, fatso –Adrian ordered him, Crabbe slowly walked away, Marcus held Terence by the waist, and Adrian put his arm around his shoulders– Are you okay?

Yes, that guy is unpleasant...

—Our handsome prince –They both said at the same time, sometimes they irritated Terence, sometimes they liked to pamper him, it was strange, but fun. The party was still quiet, several students had already gone to sleep, which allowed the prefects to leave for a while.

Although the school grounds were completely silent, the locker rooms were another story. The steam from the hot water filled the place, and in one of the cubicles, there were three guys. Terence had his back against Marcus’s chest, who was kissing his neck, while Adrian held his waist and gently bit his nipples– Guys

Shh –Marcus ordered him. If they were discovered, they would be in big trouble, which was perhaps why it was so much fun– Do you know how beautiful you look like that?

What you mean?

Moaning and sighing for us –Adrian said– Maybe, we should make you moan more.

Marcus held his legs and lifted him easily. Adrian knelt down slowly, kissing his abdomen without stopping. Terence put his legs on Adrian's shoulders. As soon as Adrian’s tongue touched his sensitive hole, a broken sigh escaped his lips.

Adrian licked slowly, with gentle circular movements. Marcus was busy squeezing his nipples and kissing his neck, at least for a while, then Terence was on top of Marcus, his hands firmly gripping the other Slytherin’s pecs, bouncing gently but quickly.

Adrian was just sitting on the floor, moving his hand up and down his cock slowly. Terence stopped moving, which made Marcus complain a little– Don’t stop.

Terence smiled, took Adrian’s hand, and pulled him toward them. The chaser gave him a chaste kiss on the lips– Are you sure?

Do it –Adrian let out a small laugh. Terence lay down on top of Marcus, who wasted no time in kissing him, while Adrian, who was already behind them, pushed his cock inside Terence.

There were lots of moans, and Marcus caressed his back– Relax, it’s almost over.

Terence nodded and waited a while to see if he could get used to it. Adrian began to move slowly, as did Marcus. And although it was difficult, the seeker managed to get used to it, and little by little he was able to move on his own, going from slow thrusts to slightly faster and more intense ones.

You look hot, riding us like a pro –Marcus said, that made the seeker blush, but obviously he wasn’t going to stop, not now, he wanted to feel them both inside him. After a while, he was on all fours, Marcus holding his waist with considerable firmness, giving him slow but very strong thrusts.

Sometimes he found it fascinating how opposite they were. Adrian was so sweet, treating him like a prince, he had literally given him that nickname.

But Marcus was so intense, sometimes rough with him, and fucked... he knew exactly how to do it. Like now, his rough thrusts didn’t stop until he spilled every last drop of semen inside him. Adrian helped him lie down and started fucking him, Terence’s hands running down his back, Adrian’s thrusts fast and smooth.

Adrian’s thrusts were enough to make him cum, and obviously, that made Adrian cum inside him.

Marcus turned off the water and sat down with them, Terence in the middle kissing Adrian, slow, chaste, short kisses, with Marcus, they were long, intense.

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The party was going very good, and the Hufflepuff prefect was sure about that, but every now and then he would spend a little time watching the Gryffindor captain, and some students began to leave.

It was obvious that he couldn’t keep an eye on everyone, but there were already very few of them left, so when a note flew into his pocket, he didn’t think twice about leaving. The prefects’ bathroom was perfect at this hour. Not only would it be completely empty, but at this hour the only lighting in the place came from several pumpkins illuminated by flames of different colors.

They enchanted the door so they wouldn’t be disturbed. The bathtub was so big you could swim in it, and of course they were going to take advantage of that. The warm, bubbly water was a good incentive and a method of relaxation. Oliver swam over to Cedric, who welcomed him with open arms– I’m sorry that you lost to Slytherin.

—It’s just a game, and it was for fun, at least for me. –Cedric replied– Anyway, I like this better.

We should go to our dorms, or we’ll be in trouble.

—Relax, Ollie, considering the time, no one comes here, no one will interrupt us –He said before starting to kiss his neck. Oliver sat on his lap, letting himself be carried away by Cedric’s caresses.

Are you sure?

—Have I ever gotten you in trouble?

He really didn’t have an answer for that. Cedric was one of the best students in school and was considered a model pupil. Although he knew how to behave, he got up to the odd bit of mischief from time to time. Like now, although Oliver still thought someone would discover them.

Cedric acted as if they were in his dormitory, taking his time to caress Oliver. Cedric was in no hurry, so he took his time to get him ready and gave him a blowjob while he did so. Oliver just repeated his boyfriend’s name, gently pulling Cedric’s hair, no rough movements.

Cedric had him by the waist, Oliver had his arms around his neck, but Cedric stopped kissing them– Your lips taste like pumpkin.

—Does that mean my lips stink?

No, it means your kisses are sweeter –Many would think that their relationship was mostly physical; after all, they were both very attractive.

But it was more than that. Oliver loved how sweet and considerate Cedric was, and he loved how understanding and brave Oliver was. Perhaps they could be considered a boring couple, according to some students’ standards, but they were fine with that.

They both enjoyed each other's company, and if that made them boring, so be it.

The candles in the pumpkins gave the place a warm touch, and the soft sound of the water stirring because of them, Oliver had his back against the edge, his legs on either side of Cedric’s waist, his arms running over the firm, soft pecs of the Hufflepuff, who was giving slow, strong thrusts to the Gryffindor.

The soft sound of their breathing and sighs was interrupted by the endless kisses between them. Cedric had one hand holding Oliver’s leg and the other on his waist, his thrusts had gone from slow to fast.

Their bodies were bathed in moonlight streaming through the windows. Oliver began to moan louder, repeating Cedric’s name from time to time, which was an obvious sign of his imminent orgasm. And Cedric, like a good boyfriend, wasn’t going to deny Oliver that pleasure. He held him by the waist with both hands and continued thrusting until Oliver couldn't take it anymore.

The white substance floated to the surface, and Oliver could do nothing but moan as the same warm, sticky, thick liquid filled him. The pleasure faded, giving way to a feeling of relaxation and comfort in both of them. Oliver hugged Cedric, and Cedric just rested his head on his boyfriend's chest, listening to the soft beating of his heart.

Oliver began to stroke his hair. It was a routine: they had sex, cuddled, and one of them stroked the other for a while. But this time it was a little different. Cedric looked at Oliver for a few seconds before breaking the silence– I want you to spend the holidays with me.

—What?

Yes, I want you to come home and meet my family.

—Are you sure?

Absolutely. I want them all to meet the guy who makes me sigh, the guy who makes me smile, the guy who cheers me on at every game, and the guy I’m in love with.

—So you have someone else?

I’m talking about you.

—I know, silly –Oliver replied with a smile and a slightly mocking tone– Do you think they’ll like me?

Ollie, they’re gonna love you. You’re the nicest guy I know, seriously.

—But on one condition.

Tell me.

—At the spring break, I want you to come with me to my parents’ house.

Sounds fair –They shared a quick kiss and washed up. It didn’t take long for them to leave the bathroom. The school seemed to be completely silent. Luckily, Cedric always had his broom, and Oliver had left his window open, so getting to his dormitory was very easy. Cedric began to undress, then put on some pajama pants and got into bed.

Oliver did the same, turning his back to Cedric, who came up behind him and hugged him. Oliver took Cedric’s arm and put it around his waist. Neither of them said anything; they just closed their eyes, waiting patiently for sleep to take over.

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The evening was a bit dull, but Neville was enjoying the candy and the chocolate fountain. That was his only company, maybe it was a little sad. His friends had dates and had obviously left a while ago. Normally, he would say, “What kind of friends leave you alone?”

But he couldn’t blame them. They had spent time with him, and he had stayed in a corner eating an apple, when a brown-haired guy approached him. He had nothing against Slytherins, but he didn’t particularly like them either, at least not too much.

You’re alone, Longbottom. May I ask why?

—Not today, please. I’m not in the mood, Theodore.

Hey, take it easy, sugah. I just wanted to be nice.

—Yeah, right, and... Did you just call me sugar?

Yes –Theo answered as if it were something he had always done. Well, he had been saying it secretly since the beginning of the year, but of course he had never told her directly before. Until now.

—Why?

Well, a guy with cute cheeks like yours, who blushes easily, well... I think that explains itself.

—Are you drunk?

No, I’m just trying to be kind –Neville really didn’t know how to respond. Snakes weren’t his favorite people, but he had never spoken to Theo before.

In fact, Theo was one of the few people who didn’t make fun of him or bother him. He couldn’t consider him a kind person, but he wasn’t a bad person either– Are you going to keep that face all night?

—Why do you care?

Well, I don’t care, but you looked bored.

—So?

Would you like to dance?

—With you?

No, with Pansy, she’s drooling because of you –He replied mockingly, obviously just as sarcastic as Malfoy– Obviously with me.

—Your friends will see us.

I know, so what? It doesn’t bother me, but if it bothers you, we can go somewhere more private, then, sugah? – Theo smiled at him and held out his hand. He must be stupid, well, that’s what he was thinking about himself when he took Slytherin’s hand, a normal dance, as friends.

Sure, it was a party, so it wasn’t unusual, normal music, but of course, his stupid luck, a damn slow song– Hey, if you want us to leave...

Why would I want that? –Theo asked him, but before Neville could answer, Theo’s hand grabbed him around the waist– Don’t be so stiff, do you like swimming?

—No, I actually prefer to spend time in the greenhouse.

Do you remember the flying flower?

—Of course.

Well, try to imagine that you are the petals, and I am the wind.

—That doesn’t make sense.

Trust me, I haven’t been good to you, but I haven’t been bad either, so you have no reason to distrust me.

Neville couldn’t argue with that, because Theo was right. Although the song was almost over, Neville could barely keep moving– Right now, I’m going to do something that will probably annoy you, or maybe not. I really don’t care.

—A joke?

No, nothing like that.

—Then what?

Theo grabbed him by the back of his neck and pressed his lips against Neville’s, who opened his eyes wide, his face feeling hot, and his legs going numb. The only thing his head was screaming was: DAMN IT, YOUR FIRST KISS, AND WITH A SLYTHERIN? A DAMN SLYTHERIN! GET AWAY, GET AWAY NOW!!!

But his body didn’t respond. When Theo pulled away, Neville’s face was red, but Theo smiled arrogantly– You... you

I know –Theo led him back to his chair and kissed him on the cheek– When you want to clear things up, you know where to find me, sugah.

The next day, during class, Neville spent part of the day avoiding Theo, not daring to look at him.

But he could feel Theo’s mocking gaze on him, and he hated it. He hated him for making him feel so small, he hated him for making his heart beat so hard that he felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

He hated not being able to hold his gaze, but during potions class, Snape took it upon himself to mix the two groups. He prayed that it wouldn’t be like that, but then... Hello, sugah.

During class, there were moments when their hands touched, and I could have sworn Theo was doing it on purpose.

As soon as the bell rang, everyone started to leave, but before he could do the same, they had grabbed him by the sleeve.

—We gotta go.

I know, but... You’ve been avoiding me so much, and I must say that the sweet taste of pumpkin on your lips has kept me thinking.

—Listen, about last night...

You don’t have to lie, I see the way you look at me when you think I’m distracted, answer me something, sugah. Do you really think I don’t realize how nervous I make you?

—Are you playing with me?

Yes, but not in the way you think. Let’s just say... You’re the honey, and I’m the bee. That cute curly hair, your soft lips, and the way you blush.

—Theo...

Look, I’ll make it easy for you –Theo said as he took out a pumpkin-shaped chocolate lollipop– Trick or treat?

Neville didn’t answer, but the way he looked at him was the only answer Theo needed. He just took his hand and led him to his room. A couple of weeks later, in the garden, Neville was sleeping peacefully on Theo’s chest as Theo read a book, until Blaise appeared.

—Longbottom, seriously?

Don’t mock me, you're with the weasel.

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Ron was walking alone through the forbidden forest, wearing a stupid Little Red Riding Hood costume, brown shorts, black shoes, a white shirt, and a red hood, and to top it all off, a stupid picnic basket.

Even though it was his last year, it seemed like he still had to take orders, but he couldn’t complain, not after how things ended during the fight. He had risked his life to save them during the fire, then a stupid chair hit him and he fell straight into the flames.

He should have died, he really should have died, but that stupid, pompous Slytherin with the arrogant smile saved him. Which didn’t make sense at first, at least until they were taken to the dungeon. But that’s a story for another day.

Before he could go any further, something lifted him off his feet and left him hanging from a tree– The forest isn’t a very safe place, Wesley.

—Get me down from here, Zabini.

You should be happy, fortunately for you, you encountered the brave, sexy, and charming hunter, rather than the big bad wolf.

—At your service, mio amore.

Ron’s annoyed expression turned to shock when he saw Blaise move his wand– NOT LIKE THAT!

The branches broke, causing him to fall, but his cries were interrupted when several more caught him and began to lower him slowly, until he fell into Blaise’s arms– Did you really think I would let you fall like that?

—You’re an idiot.

Amore mio, dovresti stare attento alle buone maniere.

—I don’t understand when you talk like that.

I know, but it’s fun for me –Ron looked at him with a frown and crossed his arms, but Blaise continued to hold him– Don’t bother me, Ronnie.

Blaise held him by the waist and Ron put his hands on his shoulders before starting a little round of kisses– Why did you ask to meet me here?

I don’t know, Halloween, redhead, I thought it would be fun to see you as Little Red Riding Hood, and me as the brave and heroic hunter.

—In the story, the hunter protects Red Hood from the big bad wolf, but there’s no wolf here.

Do we need him? –Ron shrugged.

—Maybe…

Ron let out a sigh and leaned against the tree– Baciami.

—What?

Damn, I gotta teach you Italian. Kiss me –Ron smiled slightly; he wasn’t going to refuse that. Blaise was so handsome, and it was no secret what a commotion there was when the school found out about their relationship.

The girls flirted incessantly with Blaise, and although there were people who told Ron that Blaise was untrustworthy, they didn’t know him like Ron did. Blaise never hesitated to reject the girls who flirted with him; he was a gentleman, but that went out the window when someone dared to speak negatively about Ron.

Blaise had prepared something for the two of them, a small picnic in one of the meadows, nothing extravagant, just pasta Bolognese, gelato, lasagna, and a bottle of wine– You know I don’t drink... Not too much.

I didn’t bring it to get us drunk –Blaise told him as he poured the glasses– It’s just to set the mood, I don’t want us passing out drunk in the middle of nowhere.

—True.

The picnic was nice, and if there was anything he loved more than Blaise, it was Blaise’s desserts. They had eaten, had a couple of drinks, enough to warm up, but without getting drunk. Blaise was lying on the blanket, stroking Ron’s hair– I love your food.

I know, I’m a magnificent chef.

—And a little arrogant.

Probably, but that’s what you love about me.

—I never said that.

He said, smiling at him. Blaise kissed him again, slowly increasing the intensity to a more lustful tone. Ron was sitting on Blaise’s lap, his head thrown back, his hood on the ground, Blaise kissing and gently biting Ron’s neck.

As the minutes passed, both of their clothes were on the floor– Are you sure you want to do this here?

—No... But the idea sounds kind of fun.

So?

—Baciami.

Hey, it looks that I’m a good Italian teacher.

—Just shut up and kiss me.

The blanket barely covered them, Blaise moved slowly against Ron, who moaned softly. As he struggled to breathe normally. Sweat glistened on his forehead, and his hair fell forward, while Blaise continued to kiss his neck and chest, until Ron turned over, lying on Blaise’s chest.

Tracing imaginary lines across the sexy Italian’s chocolate chest– Ti amo molto, mio meraviglioso principe.

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While everyone was having fun outside, Draco had stayed in his room to watch a series of Muggle movies on something called a DVD.

He wasn’t sure, but now he’s thinking “it is very entertaining”, especially with that thing called “Plasma screen,” and he had to admit, he had never imagined that the Muggle world had so many attractive guys showing off on screen.

Blessed be the one who invented The Friday 13th. The door opened and a certain black-haired Gryffindor entered with a bunch of snacks.

—Finally. Did you have trouble stealing the kitchen?

Maybe. That horrible cat still gives me the creeps.

—I know –Harry lay down next to him and pulled him toward him– Why didn’t we go to the party?

Did you want to go?

—The guys are probably wondering where I am.

Yeah, I’m sure Theo and Blaise aren’t out there devouring Neville and Ron’s mouths.

—Gross, I didn’t need to imagine that –As time went by, Draco began to notice a few things– Hey, these movies have too many teenagers making out.

Really? I hadn’t noticed.

—So you didn’t bring me this just to give me ideas.

No, do you think I’m that kind of boyfriend?

He asked indignantly. Draco turned to him and sat on his abdomen, very close to his “little friend– What I think is that you’re a mischievous lion who can sometimes be a treacherous snake.

You’re offending me.

—Oh! Really? –He said before pulling on Harry’s tie, forcing him to stand up, only to give him a deep, long kiss– Are you sure you didn’t have any other intentions tonight? Hidden ones.

No, I don’t do that... I prefer someone else to do it for me.

Draco smiled slightly and began kissing Harry's neck, causing him to relax– I think you’re right.

About what?

—That sometimes I distrust you a lot.

Draco said in a playful tone, but Harry knew what aspect he was talking about– Yes, but luckily I trust you.

—I know... Incarcerous!

Harry opened his eyes in surprise, but before he could do anything, his arms and legs were tied to the ends of the bed– What are you doing?

—You said you liked someone else doing the work for you, well... I think I can take on the challenge.

Don’t do anything crazy –Harry answered.

—Like what? –Harry said as Draco took his tie and blindfolded him– Draco?

Evanesco –Harry’s clothes disappeared without a trace, and the cold autumn air was enough to make him shiver a little.

Those were my favorite clothes...

—It’s the school uniform, you’ll survive.

He replied as he took off his own clothes, the only thing left of Harry's clothes were his boxers– Untie me

—No, not today –Draco leaned down and gave her a chaste kiss– Today, it is the prince who is in charge.

Harry was about to protest, but his voice came out shaky and broken, the cold sensation running through his chest catching him off guard– What is that?

—I wasn’t sure at first, it’s a rare frozen Muggle popsicle called... Apollo.

That red and blue frozen lollipop?

—Yes, I have to admit, it’s sweet, but... –He pressed the tip against Harry’s chest, long enough to make him shiver and leave a small puddle– I think it tastes better this way.

He said before leaning down and licking the sweet– I want you, Harry

Draco said as he dragged the candy across Harry’s body, licking the sweet trail as he went, stopping just at the edge of his boxers– I want you so badly, but I forgot how to do it.

What?

—I need you to show me how to do it.

Harry let out a soft sigh, but the sweet taste of blackberry on his lips made him understand what Draco meant.

Harry opened his mouth, slowly licking the popsicle, and Draco responded by pulling down his boxers and imitating Harry’s movements on his cock.

But it lacked flavor, and he wasn’t going to let Harry have all the sweetness. The rough, cold sensation of the “Apollo” made Harry tremble exaggeratedly– Dra, Dra, Draco...

—Is something wrong, Harry?

Don’t do that, don’t do it. It’s too cold.

—Why?

He asked in a confused tone as he rubbed the tip of the glans with the popsicle, letting the drops fall on their own– It’s cold.

—Yes, but it’s really sweet –Draco stopped talking and sucked the whole cock in slow motion, but he didn’t want to leave Harry without his Halloween candy either, so he lay down next to him, sharing the popsicle with Harry, licking it at the same time.

The paddle wasn’t going to last forever, so when they finished, Harry begged to be untied, but Draco wasn’t going to give in. That arrogant side came out when Harry looked so easy to use, he rode him like he had never done before, enjoying Harry’s pleas– Let me touch you, please.

—No hands.

He said mockingly, until the moment was over and his beloved “ferret” collapsed on top of him, removed the blindfold and began to caress him– You’re a cheat.

—I know... Emancipare –As soon as his limbs were free, Harry threw himself on top of Draco, who could only laugh and hug Harry– Harry, stop it.

No, you played, now it’s my turn.

—Are you going to tie me up?

Harry didn't answer, he just kissed Draco’s neck, concentrating on that sensitive spot that tickled him.