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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J.K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Other(s), Rubeus_Hagrid/Other(s)
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Rubeus_Hagrid
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, First_Time, Hurt/Comfort
  Collections:
      Ink_Stained_Fingers
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      Published: 2004-06-21 Words: 11055
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by Sophie Richard [archived by ISF_Archivist]
Summary
     Harry is taken to stay with Hagrid in the summer after Goblet of
     Fire. Hagrid helps him overcome some of his fears.
Notes
     This story was originally archived at Ink_Stained_Fingers, which was
     created in 2002 as a home for Harry Potter slash fiction. To preserve
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  It was late at night when Hagrid came to the house, and all the decent, God-
  fearing people in Privet Drive were asleep. The occupants of Number 4,
  however, were wide awake, having received prior notice of their visitor. They
  were passing the time as they waited with their most common pastime: scolding
  Harry.

  "If that giant freak so much as looks at Dudley-" Vernon began, his tone
  menacing.

  "He won't," Harry assured him, for the tenth time. "He was just angry that
  time."

  Petunia sniffed. "If the neighbors see him, we'll be ruined."

  Harry was about to ask how many of the neighbors she thought would be awake
  at three in the morning when a vigorous knock sounded at the door. He leapt
  out of his chair, and ran to the door, throwing it open. "Hagrid!" A broad
  grin crossed his face.

  He'd been bubbling over with anticipation since receiving the note from
  Dumbledore two days before. The note had been brief, simply telling him that
  Hagrid would be coming to fetch him, and that he would be spending the rest
  of the summer at Hogwarts.

  "All righ', Harry?" Hagrid asked, a matching grin on his own face.

  "Never better."

  Vernon's angry voice interrupted their reunion. "His things are there. Take
  him and get out!"

  Hagrid rolled his eyes, but easily hoisted Harry's trunk up on his shoulder,
  while Harry picked up Hedwig's cage. "Sure yeh wan' to come, Harry? Yeh don'
  hear a lovin' farewell like tha' every day."

  Harry glanced over at Vernon and Petunia (Dudley had hidden as soon as he'd
  heard the knock), who were glaring at him venomously. "Yeah," he said. "I'm
  pretty sure. See you next summer," he offered to the Dursleys,
  unenthusiastically. There was no response, and Harry didn't expect one. He
  followed Hagrid out into the night, feeling a weight lift. He was free for
  another year.

  Hagrid quickly hailed down the Knight Bus, waving to an unseen watcher as he
  bundled Harry on hastily. When they were settled on their beds (Hagrid had to
  push two together), he said, "So, yeh'll be stayin' with me for the rest of
  the summer."

  "Not in the castle?" Harry said quickly, before he realized how ungrateful
  that sounded. "I mean-"

  Hagrid waved a hand, unoffended. "Nah, the professors are all away or busy.
  I'll be lookin' after yeh. Don' mind, do yeh?" There was a faint note of
  uncertainty in his voice.

  Harry smiled. Far from minding, it was the best situation he could imagine
  for the summer. Hagrid had been his first friend in the magical world, and
  there was no one with whom Harry felt more comfortable. "Of course I don't."

  Harry was sleepy, having been up all night, but he didn't fall asleep right
  away. Instead, he lay awake, anticipating the summer ahead of him. Months
  without anyone scolding him, without being cuffed on the side of the head for
  being lazy, or inattentive, or rude (or whatever other excuse Uncle Vernon
  managed to dredge up for hitting him). And while Hagrid's cooking wasn't the
  best, at least there was enough of it, and he wouldn't be forced to content
  himself with the smallest, worst portions. All in all, it looked like being a
  very good summer...

  The next thing Harry knew, Hagrid was shaking him awake, and helping him off
  the bus. Harry, still half-asleep, allowed himself to be led across the
  Hogwarts ground, clutching Hedwig's cage tightly. When they reached Hagrid's
  cottage, he dimly registered the cage being taken away from him, and then
  large hands were lifting him from where he stood, swaying slightly, and
  placing him in a massive chair. "Sorry," he yawned.

  "Don' worry," Hagrid grunted, and set about making tea. "Could yeh eat?"

  Harry nodded. His stomach was rumbling, and he remembered that he hadn't
  eaten since the afternoon of the day before. The Dursleys had been annoyed
  with him, and Aunt Petunia had made him clean out the garage while they all
  sat down to dinner.

  Hagrid set a plate of sausages and eggs in front of Harry. He watched,
  concerned, as Harry tucked in as if he hadn't eaten in days. Didn't those
  Muggles ever feed him? There didn't seem to be anything to be done about it,
  though, so he sat down with his own breakfast, and began eating. "Think we
  may as well ge' a bi' of sleep this mornin', eh?"

  Harry nodded, his mouth too full to answer. With an effort, he swallowed.
  "Where am I going to sleep?"

  "Wi' me," Hagrid said casually. "Bed was big enough for Buckbeak, Fang an'
  me, you should fit jus' fine."

  Harry blinked, surprised. He hadn't expected that, but he supposed it would
  be all right. "Okay," he said, nodding, and finished up his breakfast.

  Hagrid cleared away the plates. "Go on, get yer pyjamas on, then."

  Harry looked around, then blushed, realizing that he would have to change
  right there in front of Hagrid. At school, he usually just drew the curtains
  on his bed and changed that way, but Hagrid's bed had no curtains. "I think
  I'll just sleep in my clothes."

  Hagrid moved towards the bed, stripping off his shirt. "Don' be stupid.
  Yeh'll be all tangled up in those things. Go on."

  The boy quickly averted his eyes as Hagrid began undoing his trousers. "All
  right." Feeling almost sick with embarrassment, he pulled his pyjamas out of
  his trunk, and turned around, stripping off the oversized shorts that had
  been Dudley's and hung down past his skinny knees. He tugged his pyjama
  bottoms on quickly, then, slightly more relaxed, switched his shirt for the
  tops. He looked up, relieved to see Hagrid wearing a massive nightshirt.

  "Wha' is it, Harry?" Hagrid demanded, seeing the anxious uncertainty in
  Harry's eyes. He sat down on the edge of the bed, and deliberately softened
  his voice, using the tone he used with agitated young animals. "C'mere."

  Harry went to him, and sat on the bed beside him. He tried to frame a proper
  response, but everything he wanted to say sounded so stupid. No one else that
  he knew got queasy and clammy-handed at the thought of undressing publicly.
  Hell, Seamus liked to parade around the dormitories stark naked, singing
  praises to his body parts. "Nothing," he whispered.

  Hagrid wrapped an arm around Harry, and watched as the boy buried his face in
  Hagrid's side. "It'll be all righ', Harry. Yeh don' have ta talk." Whatever
  it was, he would take care of Harry. It was his job, after all. Had been ever
  since he'd first seen those anxious green eyes looking up at him. Harry was
  his to look after.

  Harry nodded, and let Hagrid pull him to lie down on the bed, his face still
  pressed firmly in Hagrid's side. "Sorry," he whispered, unhappy that he'd
  made Hagrid worry.

  "Don' worry," Hagrid whispered, stroking the back of Harry's head with a
  massive hand. "Be all righ'." He didn't stop stroking until Harry's breathing
  evened out, and he knew Harry was asleep. While Harry slept, Hagrid worried.
  Maybe Harry didn't want to stay with him, didn't want to be near him. Harry
  was polite, that was probably why he'd claimed he didn't mind, but it
  obviously upset him.

  Hagrid felt tears well as he realized that Harry wasn't comfortable around
  him, but he blinked them back resolutely. He slipped out of bed, careful not
  to disturb Harry, and began pulling on the clothes that he had shed. He would
  have to talk to Dumbledore about finding somewhere else for Harry to stay
  that summer.

  *****

  When Harry awoke, in the early afternoon, the cottage was empty, but he could
  hear Hagrid outside, singing loudly as he worked. Harry breathed a sigh of
  relief and quickly changed into his clothes, grateful for the privacy. When
  he was fully dressed, he went outside. "Morning, Hagrid," he said with a
  yawn.

  Hagrid, who was weeding his garden, tried to smile at him, but didn't quite
  manage it. "Afternoon now," he pointed out. "Sleep well?"

  "Yeah. Really well. I'm sorry I slept so long...can I help you?"

  "Nah. I'm fine. Anyway, yeh need to run up and see Professor Dumbledore. He's
  waitin' for yeh."

  "Okay." Harry had been hoping he'd get to talk to Dumbledore soon, and thank
  him for taking him away from the Dursleys for the summer. "Be back soon."

  "'Course," Hagrid said, with another not-quite-smile, and watched as Harry
  hurried up to the castle.

  When Harry arrived at Dumbledore's office, he found the staircase already
  down, waiting for him. He climbed it quickly, and found the headmaster deeply
  engrossed in a book. "Professor Dumbledore?" Harry ventured quietly.

  Dumbledore looked up and smiled, setting down his book. "Harry. Do sit down.
  Peppermint?"

  Harry acccepted the sweet happily, feeling more relaxed talking to Dumbledore
  outside the school year. "I wanted to thank you for sending Hagrid to get me.
  I really didn't want to spend the summer there."

  "Ah, yes." Dumbledore leaned back, steepling his fingertips. "It was about
  that that I wanted to talk to you. Hagrid fears that perhaps you are not
  entirely comfortable with the arrangement?"

  Harry was bewildered for a moment, then remembered their abbreviated
  discussion of the night before. "No, that's not it at all," he said
  earnestly. "I don't - there's nowhere else I'd rather be for the summer.
  Honestly."

  Dumbledore continued. "Harry, you need not keep quiet about your feelings for
  fear of hurting Hagrid. He came to me about this quite early this morning.
  What he wants, above all, is for you to be happy. As do I. My intention was
  for you to have a quiet, relaxing summer. If you would prefer to be
  elsewhere..."

  "No!" Harry repeated vehemently. "I want to stay with Hagrid, I promise."
  Harry felt guilty as he realized that Hagrid must have crept out of bed to
  see Dumbledore almost as soon as Harry had fallen asleep. "Professor, I know
  why Hagrid thinks that, but I promise you, it's just a misunderstanding. And
  I'll fix it, I promise."

  Dumbledore nodded, the twinkle returning to his eyes. "I'm very pleased to
  hear that. I believe you and Hagrid can benefit greatly from each other's
  company this summer."

  Harry left Dumbledore's office quickly, and actually ran back down to
  Hagrid's cottage. He found the half-giant still weeding the garden. "Hagrid."


  Hagrid looked up, a trifle uncertainly. "All righ', Harry?" he asked, as
  habitually.

  "Yes." Harry came forward quickly and knelt beside Hagrid, taking hold of a
  weed and tugging at it. "Hagrid, I'm really sorry about last night. I didn't
  mean to be so...stupid, I promise." He tugged harder, but the roots held
  firm.

  "'S not stupid t'be upset, Harry. And yeh were. But I don' know why." Hagrid
  reached over, covering Harry's small hand with his own massive one, gave a
  light tug, and the weed popped easily out of the ground.

  "I was upset, but it wasn't - I'm all right now. Promise." Harry spoke
  firmly.

  "I jus' want yeh t'be happy," Hagrid sighed.

  "I am," Harry said, tugging a smaller weed easily out of the ground. His
  stomach rumbled lightly. "I'd be even happier if we could have some lunch."

  *****

  The rest of the day passed smoothly enough, and Harry was curled up on the
  floor, playing with Fang that night when his comfort was shattered.

  "Blimey," Hagrid exclaimed. "Hadn' even noticed it was Sunday...Well, yeh
  know wha' tha' means."

  "Um...no," Harry said, having no idea what Sunday was likely to mean to
  Hagrid.

  "Bath nigh'," Hagrid said, beaming.

  Harry took a moment to process this - Hagrid only bathed once a week? Then
  again, that didn't surprise him particularly. "You go ahead. I'll have one
  after you're done."

  "Don' be silly. No point in wasting wash water. Come along." Hagrid lifted
  his bulk from his armchair, and headed for the door picking up a couple of
  large towels along the way.

  Harry swallowed. Did Hagrid have some sort of insatiable desire to see him
  nude? And outside? Who bathed outside? He shook the idea off quickly. The
  last thing he wanted to do was to make Hagrid think he was uncomfortable
  again. If Hagrid got too worried, he might be sent away no matter what he
  said. Harry got up and hurried after Hagrid.

  Hagrid was busy emptying water from a special pail into a massive, wooden
  tub, whose size made Harry's eyes widen. "Hagrid," he said delicately,
  beginning to feel sick at the thought of actually being naked in a bath with
  someone else, "You know, I had a shower. Yesterday night. So I really think
  I'm okay for a while."

  Hagrid looked up quickly. "Sure, Harry," he said, face worried. "I
  understand. Jus' thought you migh' feel a bi' dirty after all tha' weeding."

  Looking at the uncertain disappointment in Hagrid's face, Harry realized
  quite clearly that if Harry didn't bathe with him, Hagrid would think he was
  being rejected yet again. "No," he said quickly. "You're right." Closing his
  eyes, as though that would make things easier, he began to strip off his
  clothes, dropping his glasses neatly on top of them. When he was completely
  naked, he opened his eyes slightly, so that he could see the tub.
  Unfortunately, Hagrid was standing right in front of the tub - naked.

  Outside of his clothes, Hagrid seemed even more massive than he did in them.
  Harry thanked heaven for his poor eyesight, which spared him details, but
  even the broad outlines were enough to make him nearly start shaking. Only
  the extraordinary love that he bore for Hagrid could have made him go towards
  the tub, but he did.

  He couldn't help yelping slightly as Hagrid picked him up by the waist and
  put him in the tub, but he had to admit that, given the size of the tub, he
  would have been hard-pressed to get in otherwise. Harry immediately moved to
  the opposite side of the tub and clung to the wall, trying to regain his
  shaky self-control.

  Hagrid climbed into the tub easily, groaning slightly as the hot water
  embraced his weary body. "Nothin' like a nice warm bath, eh?"

  "Yeah," Harry agreed nervously. "Do you always take baths outside?"

  "Well, no' in the winter, o' course. But it's a lot of bother gettin' the tub
  inside, so when it's fine, I jus' wash out here." Hagrid breathed in deeply,
  taking in the night air appreciatively, then threw a soaped-up sponge at
  Harry. "There."

  Harry began washing himself quickly, wanting nothing more than to get out of
  there as quickly as possible. Even though it was night, what if someone came
  along and saw them? Ineffectually scanning the horizon, he was startled when
  a sponge began moving over his back. "What-"

  "Hard t'wash yer own back," Hagrid said calmly. "Jus' relax, Harry. I'm not
  gonna hurt yeh." He let the sponge make small circles gently over Harry's
  shoulders.

  Harry let out a deep sigh, and began to relax. It felt good, and Harry found
  himself arching up against the sponge, enjoying the way it felt sliding
  across his bare skin. He shivered as a cool breeze crossed his skin, and it
  heightened the pleasure of the warm bath around him. "Ohhh..." he said
  softly, almost melting against the side of the tub. Hagrid continued with
  those slow, soft circles until Harry was almost asleep.

  When Harry felt a pair of strong arms pick him up, he didn't feel up to
  giving more than a sleepy murmur of agitation, which Hagrid quickly shushed.
  He felt a large, rough towel being wrapped around him, and relaxed again.

  Hagrid carried him into the cottage, resting Harry easily on his shoulder,
  picking up their clothes in his other hand. Hagrid laid Harry on the bed, and
  pulled on his own nightshirt. He looked down at Harry affectionately. It felt
  so good to finally be able to take care of Harry properly, to give him the
  love he needed. He leaned down, and began to pull the towel away from Harry's
  body.

  "No!" Harry flinched away quickly, coming awake again. He opened his eyes and
  stared at Hagrid blearily.

  Hagrid frowned and sat down on the edge of the bed. He pulled Harry to sit on
  his lap, still wrapped in the towel. "Harry, yeh need t'tell me wha's wrong.
  Please." Hagrid was nearly begging.

  Harry sighed and rested his head against Hagrid's chest. "It's...being naked.
  I really don't like it. Not with anyone."

  Hagrid patted his back very gently. "Harry, everyone's gotta be naked
  sometimes."

  "I know. But it's only all right when no one can see me. In the bathroom or
  in my cupb-" Harry bit his tongue as he realized what he'd been about to say.


  "The cupboard," Hagrid said roughly, trying to mask the rising anger he was
  feeling.

  Harry nodded wearily. "I guess that's why. When I was little, Aunt Petunia
  would get angry if I even wore just my shorts."

  Hagrid wished he'd transfigured the whole Dursley family into something
  unpleasant. He wished he'd given them all tails and horns and hooves and
  maybe then he'd stop, and maybe not. "I'll jus' step out for a minute, then.
  Yeh get yer pyjamas on."

  Harry bit his lip. He didn't want to go through his entire life terrified
  every time he had to change in the locker room or in the dormitory. "No. It's
  okay. I want you to stay. I can do this." He scrambled off Hagrid's lap, and
  picked up his pyjamas. Flinching slightly, he let the towel fall to the
  floor.

  Hagrid was moved. Harry was so brave, so ready to go through something he
  obviously found terrifying. He watched as Harry nervously pulled on his
  pyjamas, shaking a little, but not trying to hide himself. Suddenly, Harry
  launched himself at Hagrid again, wrapping his arms around the half-giant's
  neck. "'S okay now," Hagrid said comfortingly, his rough hand caressing the
  back of Harry's head. "All okay." He moved, without dislodging Harry, so that
  he was stretched flat on his back.

  Harry clung tightly, emotionally and physically exhausted. "Love you," he
  said, emphatically.

  "Love yeh too, Harry," Hagrid whispered, and held Harry close until he was
  fast asleep.

  *****

  There were no further troubles for a good week. Harry was getting used to
  undressing in front of Hagrid, and even seeing the half-giant naked as well.
  He couldn't help letting his eyes travel with awe over that massive form.
  There was something attractively sturdy about it. Hagrid was like a giant
  tree or something, solid, dependable.

  Harry was slightly discomfited, though, by the fact that no matter what
  position he fell asleep in when he went to bed, he always awoke curled up
  against Hagrid, or even half on top of him. He tried to reason that he was
  just seeking out warmth - the nights were a bit chilly - but that didn't
  explain the happiness he felt when he woke in the morning to find his head
  pillowed on Hagrid's beard. It just worried him a little bit.

  One night, Hagrid, who was a surprisingly light sleeper, awoke to Harry
  making a variety of little sounds. Opening his eyes, he saw that Harry looked
  flushed and aroused. Small moans issued from the parted lips, and Harry was
  pressing himself unmistakably against Hagrid's body, slim hips rocking back
  and forth.

  Hagrid spent a moment debating with himself. On one hand, it might be better
  to just let Harry sleep through it. He seemed likely to finish up quite soon,
  and then he'd sleep quietly. The problem, however, was that Hagrid's own body
  was beginning to respond, and he didn't think he could handle an erection
  with a sleeping teenager on top of him. "Harry," he whispered, and rubbed
  Harry's shoulder. "Wake up, Harry."

  Harry stirred a bit, and opened his eyes. "Hagrid..." Suddenly, he became
  aware of his precise situation, and his face went white. "I'm sorry!" He
  pulled away quickly, huddling in the far corner of the bed. This was it.
  Hagrid would definitely send him away now, wouldn't want to keep such a
  disgusting person there with him all summer. "Sorry," he repeated quickly,
  his knees pulled up to his chest, trying to hide the erection.

  Harry's breathing was coming fast. It was Hagrid, he reminded himself. Hagrid
  wouldn't hit him. Unwillingly, Harry began reliving that horrible dinner, a
  few years before, when he'd been looking at one of Aunt Petunia's friends and
  gotten hard. He hadn't even known why, but Aunt Petunia certainly had. She'd
  sent him upstairs, and then, after dinner, had turned Harry over her knee and
  spanked him with her hairbrush, telling him that she wasn't going to harbor a
  filthy little pervert. He'd tried to explain that he hadn't meant to, but she
  hadn't listened, and Harry had had difficulty sitting for days afterwards.

  "Harry, it's nothin' t'be sorry abou'. Jus' take care of it, and let's go
  back t'sleep." Hagrid's voice was heavy with sleep.

  Harry stared at him with round eyes. "Take care of it? What - I don't know
  what you mean. It'll go away soon, though, I promise." Though, to tell the
  truth, that was just what it didn't seem to want to do. Harry hugged his
  knees tighter.

  Hagrid blinked. Was Harry the only teenaged boy in the world who didn't know
  about masturbation? "I mean make it - yeh know..." Hagrid sighed. "Touch it
  until yeh come. I'll go outside if yer shy."

  Harry flushed. "Are you mad?" Words began to tumble out one over the other.
  "It happened when I was asleep and when I tried to wash the sheets Aunt
  Petunia caught me and said I was a disgusting little boy, and she made me
  sleep on the sheets as they were for the rest of the week, and it was dirty,
  but I didn't mean to, and I won't..."

  Hagrid forced himself to calm the murderous rage that was swelling inside of
  him. Harry didn't need him to be angry, he needed comfort. "Harry," he said,
  forcing himself to keep his voice reassuring. "It's no' dirty, it's jus'
  natural for boys." He reached out and tried to pull Harry to him, but the boy
  shied away.

  "No! I can't - I just want it to go away..." There were suppressed tears in
  Harry's voice, and he let his head droop until it touched his knees. "I just
  want it to go away."

  Hagrid sighed and stood up. "All righ', c'mere." He picked Harry up easily,
  unwinding the boy's curled up frame. He carried Harry over to the door, and
  took him outside. The night air was cool, but all he could feel was the heat
  of Harry's body against him. Walking over to the rain barrel, he
  unceremoniously hoisted Harry up into the air, and dunked him in feet first.

  Harry gasped at the shock of the cold water hitting his skin. "Oh!" His
  breathing came fast and shallow as he tried to adjust to the cold.

  "All righ' now?" Hagrid asked delicately.

  Harry nodded quickly. His erection was long gone, the icy water having
  shocked it out of him. When Hagrid lifted him up, he wrapped his arms around
  Hagrid's neck, clinging and shivering. "Cold..." He was soaking wet, dripping
  all over Hagrid's body, and he held on as tightly as he could.

  Hagrid carried him inside, and pulled out his umbrella, casting a quick
  drying charm on both of them and then lighting a fire. He pulled a chair
  close to the fireplace, and sat down in it, Harry still pressed tight against
  his body. "Nothin' t'be scared of," Hagrid whispered. "'s jus' yer body.
  Nothin' wrong with it."

  "I don't want to be a pervert," Harry whispered, sleepily. He was beginning
  to relax, from the warmth of the fire, but he didn't move or change his
  position.

  "Yeh aren't," Hagrid said firmly. "I promise, Harry, there's nothin' bad
  abou' it. Happens to all boys. Men too. Drive yerself mad if yeh keep
  avoiding it like this."

  Harry tried to imagine doing what Hagrid had told him to, touching it, as if
  there were nothing wrong. The thought scared him, but it also sounded
  pleasant. Like it would be one more thing that he wouldn't have to be
  terrified of. "Hagrid...if it happens again..."

  "Yeah?"

  "I'll try and do that."

  Hagrid smiled. Harry was so brave, so ready to overcome everything that
  frightened him. He rubbed Harry's back, knowing that he was near to sleep.
  "We'll take it as it comes, Harry. Take it as it comes."

  *****

  Harry was lying on the ground behind the cottage, staring idly at the stars
  as they emerged in the long summer evening. He was enjoying the pleasant
  fatigue that came from a day of helping Hagrid, and wondering whether he
  should get inside and start dinner (Hagrid's cooking still left much to be
  desired) when he heard voices.

  "It in't tha' I don' wan' him, but I'm powerfully busy righ' now."

  There was an inaudible reply, and then Hagrid's voice again. "It's jus' one
  more thing t'worry abou', and frankly, I've enough on my plate jus' now. It
  isn't that I don' like him, you know tha', but can' he stay somewhere else
  fer now?"

  Harry's whole body tensed. Him. Hagrid was talking about him. Tears sprang to
  his eyes. Was that what the whole business about his potential discomfort had
  been about, an excuse to send Harry away?

  Hardly knowing what he was doing, Harry clambered to his feet and began
  walking away from the cottage, towards the Forbidden Forest. He wasn't
  thinking of the dangers, or of the fact that it was almost dark, all he could
  think of was that Hagrid didn't want him, and he had to get away.

  Harry walked until it was so dark, beneath the cover of the trees, that he
  began stumbling over fallen branches. Exhausted, and beginning to shiver in
  the chilly evening air, he slumped down at the base of a tree, huddling into
  a small ball.

  How could he have been so stupid, to think that there was a single place or
  person on earth that would welcome him? Maybe it would have been better to
  stay at the Dursleys', where at least things were out in the open.

  Harry wasn't sure how long he stayed there, but he opened his eyes when he
  heard his name being called. He could see the flickering light of a lantern
  swinging back and forth, and he wanted, more than anything, to run to it, to
  be held in Hagrid's arms and told that everything was all right.

  But it wasn't. Everything wasn't all right, because Hagrid didn't want him,
  and anything he said otherwise was just a lie. Harry listened as the rough
  voice grew closer and closer.

  "Harry, please! I know yer in here, one o' the spiders told me...Please come
  out, Harry. I need to take yeh home."

  Listening to the tone, rather than the words, Harry could hear the anxiety,
  and something else. Something that sounded like love. Harry fought with
  himself briefly, then stood up, hurrying towards the lantern light. "I'm
  here, Hagrid."

  Hagrid stooped down, gathering Harry into a tight hug, while Fang began
  snuffling at him enthusiastically. "Harry, what were yeh doin'? I've been
  lookin' fer yeh fer ages."

  Harry didn't answer, just pulled away slightly. "I'm really sorry. Let's just
  go home." He didn't want to hear Hagrid explain or deny what he'd said. Not
  then, anyway.

  Hagrid sighed and stood up, taking Harry firmly by the hand, as if afraid
  that he would run off again. "Come along, then."

  Harry followed him quietly, musing on how good and yet how wrong it felt just
  to be with Hagrid. Good, because Hagrid had always made him happy, had been
  the first person to treat him as anything but a nuisance. Wrong, though,
  because he knew now that Hagrid did think he was a nuisance.

  Distracted, Harry neglected to notice where he was going, and tripped over a
  protruding tree root. He fell to the ground and winced as his knee was
  scraped roughly. "Damn it!" Harry was tired and frustrated, and wished for
  nothing more than to be alone in his bedroom on Privet Drive.

  "Harry..." Hagrid seemed to be at a loss for words, but stooped, picking
  Harry up and slinging him over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. "It'll
  be all righ'," he said roughly. His hand came up, very, very carefully, to
  pat Harry reassuringly on the bottom.

  "It's not really," Harry sighed, closing his eyes. "But I'm sorry to be such
  a nuisance."

  Hagrid kept walking. "Yeh aren', yeh know tha'. Yer no trouble at all. Migh'
  be better if yeh didn' go runnin' off in the middle of the nigh', but yer no
  trouble."

  Harry grew angry, hearing Hagrid lie to him like that. "I'm not stupid, you
  know. I heard you. When you said how busy you were, and that I was just one
  more thing to look after."

  Hagrid let out a sound that Harry, bewildered, thought sounded rather like a
  chuckle. "Yeh think I was talkin' abou' yeh?"

  "What else? You said it was too much trouble to have me over the summer."
  Harry was almost furious. "And I should think you might have just said so at
  first instead of pretending that you wanted me."

  Hagrid shook his head, and stepped through the tree line, and then they were
  back at the cottage. Instead of going in, though, Hagrid walked around to the
  animal pens, and set Harry down in front of them. "Tha'," he said,
  emphatically, "was wha' I was talkin' abou', Harry."

  Harry found himself staring at an animal that resembled, more than anything,
  a rhinoceros. "What-?"

  "Erumpen'," Hagrid said proudly. "Fer yer classes nex' year. He's jus' a
  baby, of course. I was cross because they delivered him too soon."

  Realization dawned. "So you - you were talking about him? Not me?"

  "Course I was talkin' abou' him. I need yeh t'help me with him. Go mad,
  otherwise. Will yeh?"

  The relief that Harry felt was almost stronger than any he'd ever experienced
  before. "Yeah," he said, breathlessly. "I'll help." Turning, he wrapped his
  arms as far as they would go around Hagrid's middle. "I'm so sorry..."

  "Shhh..." Hagrid hushed him gently. "There's nothin' to be sorry abou'. Only
  nex' time, ask, understan'?"

  Harry nodded, and pulled away, reluctantly. "Can I just...go to bed?" He was
  so tired it was almost unbelievable.

  "Yeh haven' had supper yet," Hagrid protested.

  "I know. But I'm not really hungry. I just want to go to bed. Please?" Harry
  looked up at him wistfully.

  "O' course, if tha's wha' yeh want." Hagrid led Harry inside. "But yer havin'
  some cocoa before bed."

  Harry agreed, settling himself down in one of Hagrid's big chairs by the
  fire, feeling the warmth seep into his chilled body. He felt boneless,
  completely relaxed, and without meaning to, he fell asleep.

  Hagrid turned around with a hot cup of cocoa, only to find Harry dozing in
  his chair. A smile crossed his face, though, in truth, he was still a little
  hurt at how Harry had just assumed that he didn't want to be with him. He set
  the cocoa down on the table and fetched Harry's pyjamas before picking Harry
  up easily, resettling with the boy in his lap.

  Harry stirred a bit. ""s I asleep?" he asked, yawning. "Mmm..."

  "Still are, mos'ly," Hagrid chuckled. He began tugging off Harry's shirt, his
  large fingers working the buttons with some difficulty.

  Harry realized what Hagrid was doing, but decided he didn't care. He was too
  tired to care. He let his head rest on Hagrid's shoulder, inhaling his warm
  smell of earth and animal. Large hands shifted him as if he were nothing more
  than a doll, and it was reassuring in an odd sort of way.

  Once Harry was bare, Hagrid began putting his pyjamas on him. Harry helped in
  so far as sticking out the appropriate limbs at the appropriate moments, but
  was otherwise quiet and still.

  When he had finished tucking Harry into his pyjamas, Hagrid lifted up the cup
  of cocoa. He was determined that Harry have some kind of nourishment that
  night. He held it to Harry's sleepily parted lips. "Jus' drink now," he
  whispered.

  Harry opened his mouth further, and began swallowing carefully. Despite his
  care, however, a small portion of the beverage escaped his mouth, dripping
  down his chin. He tried to lick it away as he lapped up the sweet warmth, but
  some of it evaded his tongue.

  Hagrid set the cup down and looked at Harry, who resembled a kitten, eyes
  closed, his tongue out and trying to catch the last drops of cocoa. Without
  thinking, Hagrid leaned forward and kissed away the little rivulet of
  sweetness himself.

  Harry gave a little moan of satisfaction, and snuggled closer to Hagrid. "Bed
  now?" he whispered.

  "Aye." Hagrid stood up, and carried Harry over to the bed, tucking him under
  the quilt. He changed quickly from his own clothes into his nightshirt, and
  climbed in beside Harry.
 
  Harry made a small, sleepy sound, and curled up close to Hagrid. The warmth,
  and the closeness, and the memory of Hagrid's hands on his skin and mouth so
  near his own were doing something to him, making him melt like so much
  butter, but he was too tired, really, to focus on it, and he closed his eyes
  and fell asleep.

  *****

  Given the state of exhausted arousal in which Harry had not fallen asleep, it
  wasn't greatly surprising that a few hours later, Hagrid awoke to find Harry
  grinding himself against one of his massive thighs. Hagrid was torn. He
  didn't want to distress Harry, particularly not after the day he'd had, but
  he was also curious to see if Harry would be strong enough to try and handle
  the erection.

  Gently, he laid a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Harry. Wake up, Harry."

  Harry moaned, and opened his eyes sleepily. As he slowly came awake, he
  became aware of his position, and froze, stopping the restless movements of
  his hips. "Mmm...sorry."

  "It's all righ'," Hagrid said, rubbing his back. "Do yeh wan' t'try an' take
  care of it?"

  Harry nodded, not feeling at all up to another encounter with the rain
  barrel. "What do I do?"

  Hagrid sat up. "Jus' touch it - see what feels good. I'll-"

  "Where are you going?" Harry asked quickly.

  "Well, I shouldn' think yeh'd want-"

  "Stay. Please. You told me it was nothing to be ashamed of." Harry's face was
  determined.

  Hagrid sighed, and settled back on the bed. "All righ', then. Pull yer
  pyjamas down, tha's the firs' thing."

  Harry squirmed, letting the fabric bunch around his knees. "Isn't this going
  to be...messy?" he demanded, frowning.

  "A bi', yeah. Nothin' we can' take care of, though." Hagrid shifted over onto
  his side, looking at Harry, whose hand hovered over the hot, hard erection,
  not quite touching. "Wrap yer hand around it."

  Harry did, and found himself moaning at just the sensation of skin against
  skin. His eyes slid shut, and he butted the top of his head against Hagrid's
  side, needing the reassurance of contact. He began slowly moving his hand up
  and down, then frowned a bit. It felt good, but not good enough to ease the
  heat that seemed to be threatening to melt him. "It needs something more." He
  was actually beginning to think of that part of his body as a separate,
  demanding entity, that needed to be satisfied.

  "Well, do it harder." Hagrid couldn't help watching, watching the way Harry
  caught his lower lip between his teeth, or the way his skin turned pink as he
  became flushed from the warmth, or how he suppressed a little yelp when he
  tightened his grip. Harry was a beautiful boy.

  "Hagrid..." And Harry tried not to whine, but he was hot, and he needed, but
  it didn't seem to be responding properly. "It won't-"

  There were a number of things that Hagrid could have told Harry at that
  point. He could have told him to keep at it, or to stop worrying so much, or
  to just keep going because eventually it would, but he said none of those
  things. Instead, the words that came out of his mouth were, "C'mere, then."

  Harry gratefully moved even closer, and when Hagrid's massive hand eased his
  away, he quickly relinquished the care of his troublesome body part to
  Hagrid. He buried his head in Hagrid's rough beard, and tried to smother the
  little whimpers that wanted to emerge at the feeling of Hagrid's hand
  completely covering his heat.

  Hagrid knew that subtlety was not a trait greatly appreciated by teenaged
  boys, so he exercised none, just took the firm young cock in his fist and
  gripped it roughly, moving his hand in a restless, unrelenting rhythm.

  Harry almost screamed, and his hands were fisted in the worn fabric of
  Hagrid's nightshirt as his hips pushed and pushed against the rough, almost
  painful sensations of Hagrid's hand that felt better than anything he'd ever
  known. "Hagrid!"

  The half-giant grinned, and didn't slow or ease, just kept it up, knowing
  Harry wouldn't be able to last for long. "Yeh can' be too gentle with it,
  Harry. 's not wha' yer body wants."

  It certainly didn't seem to be, if the painful, shuddering pleasure that
  assaulted Harry was any guide. The tight grip felt so good, his cock fully
  encased in that massive hand, and then Harry felt his whole body tightening,
  knees drawing up as the pleasure drew itself up tight within him, and then
  Harry was yelping and thrashing as his release hit him, and he came into
  Hagrid's hand.

  Hagrid, who was also breathing a trifle heavily, released Harry, and cuddled
  him close. "There, now, see? Everythin's fine now..."

  "Yeah," Harry agreed breathlessly. Taking a deep breath, he pulled his face
  out of Hagrid's beard and looked down. "It's messy, though."

  Hagrid rolled his eyes a bit, and got out of bed, washing his hands in the
  basin and bringing a damp cloth to wipe Harry clean. "There. All clean now,
  see?"

  Harry nodded, and blushed a little, realizing how ungrateful he'd sounded.
  "Sorry...and thank you. I - that felt really, really good."

  Hagrid knew quite well that Harry was at the age where boys did bizarre
  things like trying to fuck pumpkins, so Harry's comment didn't surprise him.
  He pulled Harry's rumpled pyjamas back up, and turned over, tucking Harry
  under one arm. "It's fine, Harry. Now maybe we can ge' some sleep."

  "Yeah," Harry yawned, feeling slightly squashed, and very, very warm and
  safe. He wondered, as he drifted off to sleep, how long it would be before he
  could reasonably ask Hagrid to do that again.

  *****

  Hagrid, though he would never have said as much to Harry, was becoming
  frustrated. Far from easing Harry's sexual urges, the masturbation lessons
  seemed to have increased them ten-fold. Almost every night, Hagrid awoke to
  find Harry humping his leg, or whatever else seemed to be nearest. Time after
  time, Hagrid patiently woke him up so that he could masturbate, or did it for
  him, but it was beginning to wear on him.

  One night, when Harry was all ready to go to bed, Hagrid sat down in his
  favorite armchair. "C'mere, Harry," he said pleasantly, patting his knee.

  Harry, without any hesitation, climbed up onto his lap. Of course, he was far
  too old to go sitting on people's laps, but given Hagrid's size, it just
  seemed right, somehow. "What is it?"

  "I think it migh' be easier," Hagrid said gently, "if yeh started takin' care
  of things before we go to bed. Let us get more sleep."

  Harry nodded, blushing a little bit. It was true, he'd been waking up hard
  almost every night. Still, he felt a little shy about doing it right there on
  Hagrid's lap in full light. "Will you do it?" he asked quietly.

  A broad smile crossed Hagrid's face. "O' course I will." He pulled down
  Harry's pyjama bottoms carefully, freeing the boyish cock that was beginning
  to thicken into manhood. He wrapped his fingers around it, applying slow,
  gentle squeezes, feeling it rise and fill his hand.

  Harry moaned a little bit. For some reason, maybe because Hagrid's hand was
  so much bigger, it always felt a hundred times better when Hagrid did it for
  him. Sighing, he wound his arms around Hagrid's neck, and relaxed against the
  half-giant's chest.

  Without really thinking, Hagrid's other hand slid down to caress Harry's
  bottom, fingers stroking the smooth skin there. One finger strayed to Harry's
  cleft, sliding down it, feeling the rough tickle of hair against his fingers.

  Glancing down, worried that Harry might be uncomfortable, Hagrid saw that
  Harry's eyes were still closed, his mouth hanging open slightly as he focused
  on the pleasure of Hagrid's calloused hand against the soft skin of his
  prick.

  Daring a little more, Hagrid used gentle pressure to coax Harry to lean
  forward a bit, and let his finger rub Harry's wrinkled entrance, smiling at
  the almost voluptuous sigh that Harry gave.

  "What are you doing?" Harry asked, without opening his eyes.

  Hagrid bit his lip for a moment, thinking how to explain it to Harry. He'd
  already resigned himself to the boy's almost painful sexual ignorance,
  something that he'd come to see it as his job to cure. "Sometimes, it feels
  good t'have somethin' up there."

  Harry frowned slightly. "Does it feel better than the touching?"

  "No' better," Hagrid said thoughtfully. "Jus' different. And with the
  touching, it's even better."

  Harry's mind boggled at the thought of something even better than the way
  Hagrid touched his cock, in slow, gentle strokes or a rough, near painful
  grasp, depending on the mood. "Will you show me?"

  Hagrid thought for a moment, jiggling his leg up and down absently, making
  Harry bounce gently. "It migh' be a bit of work if yeh've never had anything
  up there. Which I don' suppose yeh have."

  "Nothing that wasn't supposed to be," Harry confirmed frankly. "But I don't
  mind...unless it's too much trouble for you."

  "Nothin's too much trouble when it comes to yeh, Harry, yeh know that."
  Hagrid smiled, and removed both hands from Harry, which induced a little
  sound of protest. "Go fetch the butter, will yeh?"

  Reluctantly, Harry hopped off of Hagrid's lap, pulling up his pyjamas, and
  got some butter out of the magically chilled cupboard. Returning, he couldn't
  help venting his curiosity. "What's butter got to do with it?"

  "Makes it easier," Hagrid explained. "Now take off yer pyjamas. The bottoms
  at leas'."

  Harry obeyed, then climbed back up onto Hagrid's lap, sighing at the
  sensation of the rough woolen trousers against his bottom. "What now?"

  "Rub yer fingers in the butter," Hagrid instructed. "Let it mel' a bit."

  Harry did as he was told, greasing up his fingers amply with the creamy white
  butter. "And now?"

  "Reach back, an' try to put one finger up there." Hagrid was finding his own
  trousers a bit constrictive at the thought of watching Harry finger himself,
  but paid it no attention. He was helping Harry, not satisfying his own
  desires.

  Harry pouted a bit. "I thought you were going to put your finger up there."

  "Mine're too big. We need to stretch yeh out a bit firs'. Put two of yers up
  there, and then yeh can have mine."

  Harry beamed his satisfaction, and reached back, his fingers sliding easily
  down his cleft, and finding the tight entrance. With a look of intense
  concentration on his face, the tip of his tongue between his teeth, he began
  inserting one finger into himself.

  "How does tha' feel?" Hagrid asked, a bit huskily, his hand returning to
  Harry's needy cock.

  Harry gasped. "Better when you do that," he grinned. "Another now?"

  "If yer ready. Yeh don' wan' t'go too fas'," Hagrid admonished.

  Harry thoughtfully tested his entrance with his second finger. "I think it's
  ready," he decided, and began pushing a bit, stretching out the tight, virgin
  muscles with a second finger. "Oh."

  Hagrid chuckled at Harry's expression of astonishment. "Push 'em back an'
  forth some," he instructed, his hand grasping Harry's cock more firmly,
  sliding up and down in a steady rhythm.

  Harry picked up the rhythm, pushing back and forth with his fingers, his hips
  moving as well. His eyes slid shut, and he almost fell off of Hagrid's lap
  from a vigorous thrust, but Hagrid caught him and resettled him carefully.
  "Will you use yours now?" he asked, breathlessly.

  "All righ'," Hagrid agreed, and began buttering up his index finger.

  Harry watched greedily, and then removed his own fingers. "Now?" he asked,
  hopefully.

  "Impatien', aren' yeh?" Hagrid said, but he was smiling, and his finger found
  Harry's entrance, sliding in with little difficulty. Harry let out a noisy
  gasp, and he paused. "All righ'?"

  Harry moaned, and pressed his cock impatiently against Hagrid's hand,
  answering him wordlessly. He could feel wave after wave of heat chasing
  through his body, like a fever, and there was a sound in his ears like blood
  rushing. Instinctively, he clutched at Hagrid's broad shoulders, pressing
  himself close to the half-giant's body. "Hagrid..."

  Hagrid knew that Harry was close, and tightened his grip on Harry's erection.
  He began moving in a hard, fast rhythm, giving shallow thrusts with his
  finger at the same pace. It wasn't long before Harry was panting quickly, his
  whole body arching, and then he cried out as his body shuddered, clenching
  tightly around the finger and spending himself.

  Hagrid released the softening shaft, and very gently let his finger slide
  out. For a moment, he just rubbed Harry's back, waiting for the trembling to
  subside, crooning reassuring words. Then, when Harry was quiet and still
  almost boneless, he picked him up and carried him over to the wash stand,
  gently sponging off the slippery entrance and washing his own hand, balancing
  an unprotesting Harry on an upraised knee as he did so.

  Hagrid tucked Harry into bed, reasoning that it wouldn't do him any harm to
  sleep naked for once, and looked down at the somnolent, boyish face. "Now ge'
  some sleep," he said firmly, chuckling, before changing into his nightshirt,
  and preparing for bed.

  *****

  Hagrid's new system worked well. Every night, before bed, he would sit beside
  the fire, Harry on his lap, and set the boy to touching himself. Often, he
  helped out with a well-placed finger or a large hand covering Harry's small
  one.

  Their days were scarcely less satisfactory, and Hagrid beamed when Harry,
  after giving him a shy look, tugged off his shirt one day while he was
  helping muck out the erumpent's pen. Harry was looking just a hair less
  scrawny, with new muscles showing in his upper body, and his ribs less
  painfully visible, thanks to Hagrid's tendency to overfeed him.

  One night, as they were sitting down for their nightly ritual, Harry, instead
  of pulling down his pyjamas, as he usually did, rested his head on Hagrid's
  chest, not looking at him. "Hagrid, are you sure this is - is all right?"

  Hagrid stroked the back of his head reassuringly. "Harry, I've told yeh time
  an' again, it's fine. Ev'rybody does it."

  "You don't," Harry mumbled.

  Hagrid thought for a moment, trying to frame an answer. "I do - but it
  wouldn' be righ' t'do tha' in font of yeh. Yer so young, Harry, and it's all
  righ' fer yeh t'need some help, and someone t'look after yeh, but it's
  different when yer older."

  "I don't see why," Harry said stubbornly. "If it's natural, and everyone does
  it, then it should be just as natural for you to do it. I mean...I just don't
  understand."

  "Because it'd be takin' advantage of yeh, and that's somethin' I don' ever
  want t'do, Harry. An'...it might scare yeh or make yeh uncomfortable. I don'
  wan' tha'." He patted Harry clumsily on the back. "Now c'mon, let's get yeh
  ready fer bed."

  Harry shook his head, and climbed down off of Hagrid's lap. "I don't feel
  like it tonight," he said, his tone a trifle hurt.

  Hagrid sighed. "Harry, don' be stupid."

  But Harry couldn't be swayed, and that night he slept curled on the furthest
  edge of the bed, denying himself the warm comfort of cuddling in Hagrid's
  arms. Hagrid, though concerned, didn't say anything, and for a few days,
  things were tense between them.

  Sunday night came, and Hagrid was a little afraid that Harry would refuse to
  bathe with him, but Harry stripped down docilely enough, and allowed himself
  to be lifted into the giant tub.

  Hagrid undressed as well, taking a moment to throw back his head and scent
  the cool, clean night time air. He could hear owls hooting sleepily in the
  woods, and distant stirrings in the Forbidden Forest. Smiling, he climbed
  into the tub.

  Harry didn't start washing himself off, as he usually did, but moved over to
  Hagrid, and climbed into his lap, just as though the half-giant weren't naked
  and they were seated comfortably in front of the fire.

  "Harry, what're yeh-?" Hagrid sputtered, but didn't push the boy away.

  "You said naked was okay, and touching was okay. And if it's okay for you to
  touch me, then it's okay for me to touch you." Harry's face was very
  determined.

  "Yeh want-" Hagrid managed weakly.

  Harry took a deep breath, reached down, and took hold of Hagrid's mammoth
  shaft. "Yes." He was scared, but he didn't stop. Hagrid seemed too big to be
  managed with one hand, so he added his other, squeezing roughly at the
  massive member.

  Hagrid groaned slightly, but kept his eyes open and on Harry's face which,
  despite his tone of resolve, seemed a little uncertain. "All righ'," he said
  huskily. "Yer doin' fine. Don' stop." He hugged Harry to him, realizing how
  important this was for Harry.

  Harry relaxed a bit, and continued squeezing, noting, with surprise, how much
  longer it seemed to take for Hagrid to get hard than it did for him. After a
  little while, though, Harry felt the thick shaft harden and swell in his
  hands. The size of it was astonishing, and Harry blushed a little, but didn't
  stop working.

  Hagrid's eyes slid shut, and he pressed his lips to Harry's temple. "Feels so
  good...yer such a good boy, Harry. Love yeh so much."

  "Love you too," Harry murmured, his voice muffled by Hagrid's beard. He
  shivered slightly as a cool breeze passed over his damp skin, then moaned as
  Hagrid's large hand slid down to cup his bottom. It felt nice, both safe and
  exciting, and he cuddled closer to Hagrid as he began squeezing and tugging
  harder on the massive cock.

  Hagrid had been denying himself for too long to make much pretense at
  lasting, and he hugged Harry's damp, warm body close to him as he grew
  closer, and closer, groaning at the rising heat in his groin until finally a
  particularly hard squeeze finished him off, and he spilled himself into the
  bathwater.

  He sat still for a moment, panting, then opened his eyes, and looked down at
  Harry. "You," he said with a little smile, "are gettin' very good at tha'."

  Harry blushed at the praise, and wrapped his arms around Hagrid's neck. "And
  it's all right? Not-"

  "'s jus' fine," Hagrid assured him, hugging him gently, and then he turned
  Harry to face him. "An' wha' abou' you, young man? 's been days, after all."
  He squeezed the firm little bottom in one hand.

  Harry wiggled slightly. "Please? Put your finger in me? I like that a lot."

  Hagrid grinned, and began carefully lubricating his smallest finger with
  soap. He caressed Harry's entrance for a moment, before carefully working it
  in. "Feel good?"

  "Yeah," Harry said, arching up against the finger. "Really good." He was
  breathing hard, and he hid his face in Hagrid's massive shoulder, clinging
  tightly to the half-giant. He pushed his hips back rhythmically against the
  intrusion. "Can I - Hagrid, can I have more?"

  "Yeh wan' a bigger finger?" Hagrid asked softly, not ceasing the gentle
  thrusts.

  "Want two fingers," Harry said, growing even harder as he imagined how two of
  Hagrid's fingers would stretch him out.

  Hagrid thought for a moment. "We c'n try, but if it gets too much, yer t'tell
  me, all righ'?"

  Harry nodded, and whined slightly as the finger came out while Hagrid rubbed
  more soap over his fingers. But then Hagrid was pushing his ring finger
  inside, and it felt so good, such a perfect fit, and Harry moaned, pressing
  against him. His legs were sread wantonly, welcoming Hagrid's touch.

  Hagrid began very carefully working a second finger in, and listened to the
  hitch in Harry's breathing, pausing with only a bit of it in. "Is it too
  much?"

  "No," Harry gasped. "Keep going. I want to feel you stretch me out, Hagrid,
  please."

  Hagrid nodded, and patted Harry's back again with his free hand, then
  continued pushing in his little finger alongside the first. "Jus' relax,
  tha's a good boy."

  Harry did relax, though it didn't entirely do away with the burning
  sensation, but there was a wondrous intensity to it that Hagrid's previous
  gentle ministrations hadn't prepared him for. He bit his tongue, and pushed
  backwards, moaning as the fingers slid deeper inside him.

  Hagrid's other hand slipped down to caress Harry's cock, and he watched as
  his boy pushed forward and back, almost stunned with pleasure. Apparently
  Harry liked it rough, and Hagrid increased the force of his thrusts, smiling
  as that elicited a choked moan and a hard push of Harry's hips.

  A quick twist and crook of the fingers was all it took to send Harry over the
  edge, his cries muffled in Hagrid's shoulder as he spilled himself, and
  slumped down against Hagrid's body. "G-good," he managed, with a little
  effort.

  Hagrid smiled, and pulled out his fingers, then turned Harry over and began
  scrubbing him quickly with the sponge. He did the same for himself, then
  stepped out of the tub, carrying Harry to bed, wrapped in a large towel.
  "Time fer bed," he whispered.

  Harry blinked owlishly, and nodded. He let Hagrid dry him off roughly with
  the towel, and squeaked at the light slap on his rump, then crawled under the
  covers, quite naked.

  Hagrid joined him after a moment, grinning down at the relaxed, sleepy figure
  that curled up against his chest. "Never seen such a change in a boy," he
  murmured, laughing softly to himself.

  *****

  Towards the end of the summer, Hagrid decided he had neglected Aragog for too
  long, and that he needed to visit the giant spider. He invited Harry to go
  along with him, of course, but Harry, mindful of his previous encounter with
  Aragog, declined politely but vehemently.

  Left alone, Harry found himself wandering down by the lake, in the long, late
  summer dusk. It had been a dry, dusty day, and Harry took off his shoes so he
  could feel the cool grass under his feet.

  The water of the lake rippled invitingly, and Harry stooped down to splash
  come cool water over his face. He began thinking about the creatures in the
  lake...merpeople, grindylows, the giant squid. Nothing that couldn't be dealt
  with fairly easily, even without a wand. He actually remembered Hagrid saying
  something about the creatures preferring the cooler bottom of the lake in
  summer anyway. And a swim did sound awfully appealing.

  Harry stripped down to his pants, then looked around. As usual, there was no
  one in sight. He'd hardly seen anyone but Hagrid all summer. Hagrid wouldn't
  be back until later, and even if he did come back, he wouldn't mind if Harry
  was naked. Maybe even the reverse.

  Harry smiled at the thought of making Hagrid happy, took a deep breath, and
  pulled off his pants, giving one last anxious look around. That done, he
  plunged into the water.

  It was deliciously cool, and Harry kicked out, swallowing great gulps of
  water and dipping under until he was completely wet, inside and out. He
  turned over onto his back, and gave a lazy kick or two, enjoying the breeze
  shivering over his damp skin, and staring up at the darkening sky.

  He wasn't sure how long he floated along, dreaming and relaxing, but it
  seemed like hours, and the sky was a good bit darker than it had been when he
  got in. He was just beginning to think that perhaps he ought to go back to
  the cottage and put the kettle on so there would be tea when Hagrid came
  back.

  Suddenly, a slimy tentacle wrapped around one of his ankles loosely. Harry
  jumped, and tried to kick it off, but the tentacle tightened, and Harry felt
  panic rising in him. It was the giant squid. He tried to keep calm, kept
  reminding himself that it wasn't bad, had thrown Dennis Creevey back in the
  boat, but then a second tentacle began trailing up the back of his thigh, and
  all thoughts of calmness were gone.

  "Help! Hagrid! Help!" Harry began screaming as loudly as he could, making
  noises louder than he'd known he could manage. "Help!" The tentacle began
  coiling around his thigh, moving towards his groin. "Rape!"

  And then, like a miracle, Hagrid burst through the trees, and ran towards the
  lake, faster than Harry had imagined the enormous man could move. Harry saved
  his breath then, and focused on trying to smack away those insistent
  tentacles, to little avail.

  Hagrid waded through the water quickly, and then swam a few yards to where
  Harry was, Fang trailing loyally after him. He tucked Harry under one arm,
  reaching down beneath the water to issue a sharp swat to the aquatic
  creature. Fang, when he caught up, caught a tentacle in his jaws and began
  worrying it slightly.

  The squid went back under very quickly, and Hagrid dragged the gasping, still
  panicked Harry back to shore. "Thought...you said...bottom of lake," Harry
  gasped, reproachfully.

  "Only durin' the day. They like t'come up at nigh'. But he wouldn' have hurt
  yeh, Harry. He was jus' curious, like."

  "Curious?" Harry repeated incredulously. "He tried to molest me!"

  Hagrid clucked his tongue, and put Harry comfortably over his shoulder, then
  stooped down to pick up the boy's clothes, carrying both to the cottage.
  "What were yeh doin' in there, anyway?"

  "Swimming," Harry said, sulkily.

  "Skinny-dippin', Harry?"

  Harry couldn't see the grin, having a view of not much more than Hagrid's
  back, but he could hear it. "Shut it."

  Hagrid chuckled, and entered the cottage, casting a quick drying spell on
  himself and Fang before settling down in his armchair with Harry in his lap.
  "Well, let's have a look at yeh."

  Hzarry suffered himself to be examined, letting Hagrid lift and twist his
  arms and legs. Hagrid winced sympathetically at the sight of some sucker
  marks on Harry's legs. "All righ'. Got jus' the thing fer tha'."

  He fetched a small vial of potion from a cabinet, and settled down, gently
  rubbing it over the angry red marks. He smiled as he felt Harry relax, the
  adrenaline slowly ebbing from his body, his head drooping to rest on Hagrid's
  chest. "Tha's righ'," he said softly.

  When the marks had been tended to, Hagrid moved his hand to Harry's soft,
  quiescent cock, and began rubbing it gently. All the way back from seeing
  Aragog, he'd been thinking about touching Harry, and now he couldn't resist,
  even though the boy was half-asleep.

  Harry gave a happy little sigh, and turned his head more fully into Hagrid's
  chest, spreading his thighs in mute permission. Hagrid stroked him in long,
  even strokes, softly rubbing Harry's back with his other hand.

  Harry began pushing his hips rather fitfully, and his hands clutched at
  Hagrid's home-spun shirt as he let forth a string of sleepy pleas, needing to
  climax. He moaned as Hagrid held him more tightly, speeding up the pace of
  his caresses. "So...good," he whispered. "Love you, Hagrid, love you,
  please..."

  A moment more, and then Harry spilled himself with a little cry, and then
  immediately curled up, eyes closed, nearly asleep. Hagrid cleaned Harry up,
  and tucked him into bed, wondering how, precisely, he would bear living
  without Harry once the summer ended.

  *****

  The summer wore on, and Harry became more and more gloomy, often shaking off
  Hagrid's attempts to express affection. Hagrid understood, knew that Harry
  was preparing himself for their impending separation in the best way he knew
  how.

  On their last night together, however, Harry was very quiet, and came to sit
  on Hagrid's lap directly after supper. Hagrid hugged him quietly for a long
  time, then cleared his throat. "Harry, I bough' you a presen' today."

  Harry looked up with mild interest. "Really?" Hagrid had left him alone all
  afternoon, and Harry had spent most of it lying on the ground behind the
  cottage with Fang, drifting in and out of sleep, worrying about the impending
  return to the dormitories.

  "Yeah. Wanna see?" When Harry nodded, Hagrid pulled a small parcel out of his
  pocket. It was wrapped in plain brown paper, and he undid the paper before
  laying it on Harry's lap.

  Harry looked at the object with curiosity. It was clear, and when Harry poked
  it with a cautious finger (he knew enough to be wary of Hagrid's presents),
  it was slightly resilient to the touch. It didn't move, though, and that was
  a relief. "What is it?"

  Hagrid cleared his throat. "It's a plug, Harry. For yer bum. When yeh can' be
  with me, I thought yeh migh' like t'have that to use."

  Harry smiled, as he picked the toy up, and began turning it over in his
  hands. Impulsively, he compared it to Hagrid's fingers. It was larger than
  one finger, but smaller than two. Just about right, Harry thought. There was
  a little jar of cream packaged with it, and Harry opened it and sniffed it,
  relieved to find it unscented.

  "D'yeh like it?" Hagrid asked, a bit anxiously.

  A slight shadow crossed Harry's face. "Does this mean that we can't - at all
  during school?"

  "Course not," Hagrid reassured him, hugging him tighter for a moment. "But I
  think it migh' seem a little odd if yeh came down here every nigh'. Yeh can
  use tha' when yer in the shower, or in bed if yeh can manage to keep quiet."

  Harry nodded quickly, then smiled again. "Will you put it in me? So I can try
  it out tonight?" At Hagrid's nod, Harry carefully shifted the parcel to
  Hagrid's knee, then stood up, taking off his clothes with absolutely no self-
  consciousness.

  It warmed Hagrid's heart to see Harry so relaxed, so comfortable with his own
  body, but he couldn't help issuing a few words of warning. "Yeh do know...the
  touching yerself, and this...tha's somethin' t'keep private, yeah?"

  Harry gave him a withering look, and climbed back on Hagrid's knee. "Yeah, I
  know that." He leaned forward slightly, spreading his legs, balancing himself
  with his hands on Hagrid's other knee. "Put it in me?"

  Hagrid chuckled, and began rubbing the cream over the toy, getting it good
  and slick, then moved it to Harry's entrance, letting the tip of it gently
  probe the boy, stretching him out. "Jus' do it nice an' slow, make sure yeh
  don' hurt yerself." Very slowly, he began pushing the length inside.

  Harry's breathing caught, and he nodded frantically, getting hard at the feel
  of the stretching, and the toy was just the perfect size, bringing him the
  intensity of sensation that he craved. "Hagrid...feels so good." It wasn't,
  of course, quite as good as Hagrid's fingers, because it couldn't twist or
  bend much, but it was still a definite improvement on his own fingers.

  When Hagrid had it fully inside Harry's body, he released it and rubbed
  Harry's back slightly. "All righ' now, lean back, and push it in an' out of
  yerself."

  Harry leaned back slowly, biting his lip as it drove the toy further inside
  of his body. He reached back, his spine arching beautifully, and took hold of
  the base, tugging it out slightly, then pushing it in. "Mmm...Hagrid..."

  Knowing what Harry wanted, Hagrid wrapped his large hand around Harry's cock,
  which was flushed and hard. Harry moaned at the touch, and Hagrid began
  stroking it roughly. "Feel good, Harry?"

  "Yeah," Harry breathed, his brow furrowed as he focused on angling the toy
  inside him. "Really good." He leaned in, resting his head on Hagrid's chest.
  "Love you," he whispered.

  "Love yeh, too," Hagrid whispered, fighting back the tears that wanted to
  come. Even though he knew Harry would be right there, in the castle, and
  would be able to visit regularly, it simply wouldn't be the same as having
  Harry right there, with him, being able to take care of him, and feel him
  cuddled close to his side at night.

  Hagrid looked at Harry's flushed face, and began stroking his cock harder,
  bringing the boy closer and closer to climax, watching as Harry shifted his
  hips, thrusting himself desperately onto the toy. Hagrid gave a hard squeeze
  with his hand, and Harry yelled, gripping Hagrid's shirt with his free hand
  as he came, almost falling off of Hagrid's knee as he bucked his hips
  violently.

  Hagrid hugged Harry tight, and gently eased the toy out of his quivering
  body. "All righ'?"

  "Um..." Harry said, too unmanned by his powerful climax to say any more. He
  slumped bonelessly against Hagrid's body.

  Hagrid laughed quietly, and looked down at Harry's strong, tanned body, naked
  and shameless in its own natural beauty. "Yeh will be, Harry. I promise."

  THE END
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