Fan Fiction Friday: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy in "Crap!"

f I could, I would buy every person reading this FFF a big bowl of steaming hot chili. No noodles; just meat and beans and sauce, maybe some onions. Oh, with plenty of hot sauce, so you feel it in your gut. Why? Because I'm still in a bad mood, and that makes me hurt the ones I love, you guys. But you knew that, because it's a Harry Potter-themed FFF, and no good can ever come of that. Right? Right. Their first time? Harry still shuddered at the memory - and not just because it was the most dangerous thing they had ever done, but because it still got him an instant hard-on after all those years. They could have been discovered and Harry didn't even want to think about what the world would have had to say about what they had been getting on. In the halls of Hogwarts, scant twenty minutes before classes ended? And so close to Slytherin territory and the Potions lab? They had exceptional luck that day.Discover the secrets of that fateful day and why Harry's definition of "luck" is totally fucked on the next page.

It started as a 'normal' potions mishap - if it counted as normal for someone to have put a Puking Pastille into Malfoy's Spell Reversal Potion just before he was about to test it. Yes, Harry still called him 'Malfoy' in class and everywhere else where they weren't the only two people present. Because Malfoy was so different from the one he had known as 'Draco'; even his looks were harder along the eyes and more closed up.Although this lovey-dovey shit between Harry and "his Draco" is pretty disgusting, it will be topped. Shortly. Anyhow, the 'accident' happened - the Pastille got into the potion. It was a draft used to relieve nasty curses that didn't have a counter curse, but the Pastille together with the reversal potion acted as a very strong and potent purgative.

Not one minute later than Malfoy had drunk the potion, there was a noise as if the earth itself was rumbling, and it came from Malfoy's stomach. Harry looked at him with surprise, and saw his look turn panicked. He clutched to his stomach and sprinted out of the classroom with a barely legible apology towards Snape. As Malfoy was always the one who had finished his brewing long before class end - even Hermione needed all the time she could get to obtain her level - everyone else was still occupied with stirring their cauldron and chopping ingredients in a mad rush. ... Harry had found Malfoy, all right. He had been able to make it approximately a hundred meters into the direction of the loo, but then he had stopped and just stood there, leaning heavily against the wall, his forehead glinting with beads of perspiration and his face as pale as a ghost's. Harry hadn't thought it possible for Draco to get any paler than he already had been. There was a horrible, embarrassing, gurgling and rumbling noise coming from him. It looked like he needed all his concentration to will his muscles to keep in what wasn't supposed to come out, except in the right place - the bathroom.

Harry approached Malfoy - now Draco - and put a hand on his bony shoulder. His whole body was shaking, while the aggressive bowel noises continued to permeate the silence of the empty hallway. He gave a meek whimper, something that sounded like "Harry," and then, "help!" Harry Potter and the Prisoner of His Bowels Harry scowled. He wanted to help, all right, but how should he move Draco if he wasn't able to uncross his legs in order to take a step forward without his guts spilling out? There were not only the sounds, but the indistinguishable smell, too. Harry guessed that Draco wouldn't be able to hold it much longer - with or without trying to walk. He wanted to lift him and fling him across his shoulder in order to carry him, if there was no other way, but as soon as he touched his boyfriend, the blond emitted a frightened noise and shied away from his touch, as if it had burned him. His muscles - even those on his face and neck - started to contract with the effort he was making to withhold the contents of his bowels, and he slowly started to slide down the wall. He would have ended in a ball of pain and misery, had Harry not grabbed his arm against his protests and held him in a standing position. There were already tears spilling over Draco's eyes and starting to travel down his cheeks.

Harry sighed and grabbed his boyfriend's other shoulder, too. There was nothing either of them could do. "Draco, just let it go," he told the quivering Slytherin. Really? There's no "Summon Toilet" spell in the Harry Potter world? Not even a "Don't Shit on the Floor" spell? Draco looked up at him with eyes as round as dinner plates, but it seemed that either he was beyond his limits or his body reacted at the calmly uttered command, because suddenly there was an even louder rumble coming from him and tremors raked his body while a wet squishing noise and a smell so strong that Harry had to cast a bubble-head charm on himself and Draco, proved that Draco, or his body, had indeed let go.Harry Potter and the Deathly Smell It seemed as if, once started, Draco wasn't able to stop, and in the company of more muscle cramping, keening and more of the wet, thickly splashing noises, Draco continued to empty his bowels for a good minute. He was now outright crying, pressing his wet face, red with the exertion and even more with shame now, into Harry's chest while Harry continued to hold him upright.Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Fecal Matter The faeces flowed down under Draco's robes, most likely staining the inside, too. It slid down his quivering legs staining his shoes and creating a half-solid half-fluid puddle in the floor around them. Harry couldn't imagine how that all could have come out of just one person!And here comes the tragic part where you wish the story was just about Draco shitting himself and would stop there. BUT IT NEVER DOES. He had no idea what it was exactly that did it. It might have been the sight of Draco being this defenceless, this vulnerable, or that he was trusting him and sharing with him this - without doubt - most shameful moment of his life. And, yes, the fact that his boyfriend just dirtied his underwear (Draco didn't like to wear trousers under his robes; he thought it was a horrible Muggle-ish habit) and shat on the floor of an open hallway. He didn't even notice that he had become hard until Draco had accidentally touched him while he was trying to seek comfort from him, or trying to find a convenient dark corner in Harry's robes to hide in.When I'm feeling down or sad, I too like to grab men's cocks. I also like to burrow my face into their crotches to hide because, like an ostrich, I assume if I can't see you, you can't see me. Harry hissed loudly and as a half-conscious move he pulled Draco closer, partly still with the intent of comforting him and stilling the trembling of his body. Draco tried to arrange himself in a more comfortable position inside his arms, his shoes made squelching noises when he lifted them and put his feet down outside the brownish puddle. Harry couldn't help but take a look downwards to the mess Draco had created, wondering at the soiled shoe marks that lead from it to their current position. Something just clicked inside his brain, and in the next moment he was kissing a first bewildered, but a short time later just as willing, Draco. At first, Harry thought that his boyfriend went along with it instead of protesting that they clear the shite off and Harry take him into a bathroom or his dormitory to clean himself, because he needed to be comforted and told that it was alright, that nothing that happened was his fault. But then he pressed his groin to Harry's and there was an answering hardness under his robes.Of course there was. Can't you smell the romance in the air? Harry pulled away, taken aback, and Draco started to blush again, turning his gaze away in shame. Harry swiftly lifted his boyfriend's chin and pressed a quick peck onto his trembling lips before he got the idea that Harry thought any differently about him than with understanding and... lust - yes, it was definitely lust.

Harry captured the blond's lips again in a harsh kiss, to which his partner submitted willingly. Somewhere in the middle of it, Harry's hands started to act as if on their own, and when he noticed it, they were already pulling up Draco's robe and slipping behind the heavily soaked-through material. The thin excrement covering the back of the Slytherin's trembling thighs was slippery and still body-warm. Harry couldn't help but run his fingers up and down the wet smoothness massaging it lightly into the other boy's just-as-smooth skin. Then he slid his hands higher and reached the softly rounded globes of Draco's bottom. Why, Harry was certain they looked like two massive scoops of mashed potatoes, covered in gravy. Harry had been right. Draco was only wearing a now soiled g-string, though because of its nature it got much less dirty than y-fronts or boxer shorts would have, had Draco been wearing either of those. Harry suddenly realised that it was the red one he had given Draco two days earlier, saying that he wanted to see his boyfriend wearing that, because to his own knowledge, Draco didn't possess any other g-string.

Draco jumped a bit when Harry parted his cheeks. Harry could feel the muscles tightening there under his fingers. He transferred his mouth to the side of his boyfriend's neck while one of his fingers gently pulled the soaked string out of his crack and pushed it to the side. He then circled the puckered ring of muscles, still wet and hot and much more sensitive to his touch than normal. It was still opening and tightening rhythmically, as if the contractions hadn't stopped yet. Harry quickly pressed one of his index fingers into the passage. The insides of the silky-tight channel were still sloppy with diarrhoea. THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED In that moment Draco grabbed to the front of Harry's robes and gave out another keening noise, while his stomach started to rumble anew - though these were far from as violent as the first surges. Harry gasped when something indescribable jolted directly into his loins and pushed the index finger of his other hand in next to the one already penetrating Draco. Then with a swift move he pulled them apart, opening up the puckered entrance as far as its muscles allowed without causing Draco excessive pain. As it were, even that was enough, and in the next moment, Draco's muscles were cramping again, his sphincter contracting around Harry's fingers, which allowed him to widen the hole as the liquid faeces started to first leak, then a few seconds later gush out of it and past Harry's unrelenting fingers. Draco began rutting but without any warning. Draco had Come!

The realisation that Draco just Came gave Harry another jolt, and the only thing that stopped him from coming himself, was the desire of being inside of that tight, twitching, gurgling channel that still pulsed with the final few gushes of the last bout of diarrhoea.

Just then Draco’s stomach gurgled furiously and another round of diarrhoea came exploding out onto Harry’s finger. Harry was turned on that much to the point he couldn’t physically take it anymore. It was torture!

Harry captured Draco’s lips in a gentle but yet passionate kiss and whispered softly, “follow me.” Harry led him to an abandoned bathroom that no students or teachers use. Only to slowly peel Draco’s robes from his body. Just before Yanking his G string down he looked at Draco for permission. Draco still unbelievably embarrassed gave a firm nod. Harry plunged himself into Draco’s pulsating but yet warm hole. Draco moaning frantically from the sensation.