midnightsorcerer

[midnightsorcererr]

Summer at the Weasley's part 2

Sun was finally sat on the first day of the camp. Tent was pithed, water was brought, they also brought some canned food from home for the first night. Mr. Weasley blew a camp fire and all three sat around it. It felt cozy sitting around the fire because it got cold at night. "How did this school year went? despite the chaos made by... you know who ofcourse." Mr. Weasley asked. "It was pretty good actually, my favourite class was Charms this year." Harry replied. "Yeah! remember when a guy set professor's hair on fire?" Ron added. "seems like you guys did some crazy stuff this year." Mr. Weasley replied to them. they sat near the fire for around 30 minutes and did some chit-chat. "I'm so tired! I'm going to sleep." Ron said. "Okay. I'll sit here for a few more minutes. Mr. Weasley replied. "I'll also have one more cup of hot chocolate and then hit the bed." Harry added. Ron felt a little suspecious but went to the tent.

It was 10:00 PM at night, sky was full of stars, cold winds were blowing, insects were making low noises and fire was dying down; leaving sweet heat. Harry and Mr. Weasley were not saying anything. It was complete silence; all they were doing was looking at each other. "I know what you've been thinking all day Harry and I exactly know what you're thinking right now." Mr. Weasley said. Harry froze: his face turned red, he tried to speak but his voice could not escape his throat. "don't panic. Come here son" Mr. Weasley said, picking up one side of his blanket offering Harry to sit along with him. Harry resisted a little but finally stood up and moved towards Mr. Weasley. As harry was moving forward, his heartbeat was rising, his hands were shaking. As he sat down, Mr. Weasley shared his blanket with Harry. Harry could smell the manly odor of Mr. Weasley and he could feel the warmth of his body. Mr. Weasley put his arm around Harry's shoulder, and Harry put his head on Mr. Weasley's shoulder. Mr. Weasley was massaging Harry's shoulder. For Harry this was the best feeling in the world; he was feeling safe.

They were not talking anything but both were clearly understanding what was going on in each other's heads. Harry looked at Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley looked at Harry. The tension and the spark were increasing between both. Finally Mr. Weasley moved his face towards Harry's, and their lips touched gently. Harry started getting hard and so was Mr. Weasley. Their tongues met each other, both got each other's taste. Their breaths mixed, souls connected. Harry slowly moved his hand towards Mr. Weasleys crotch but Mr. Weasley resisted. He was too tired to do it that night; he needed rest. "We should not do this today Harry, I'm too tired and we have to wake up early tomorrow." Mr. Weasley said. Harry took his hand back and went inside the tent without uttering a word.....

Part 3 will be coming soon, follow for more.

[midnightsorcererr]

Hello, can we be friends

Hiii, sure

[midnightsorcererr]

Summers at the Weasley's VOL. 1

After the fifth year at Hogwarts, ministry of magic officially acknowledged and approved that Voldemort had returned. The school year ended and all the students went back to their homes for the summers. Harry went back to his aunt's. Obviously, he couldn't take the everyday humiliation. Ron sent him a letter telling him that his dad had recovered from the Nagini's attack and wanted to take Harry and Ron for camping at the Scottish Highlands as a thankyou gift for saving his life. This was the best opportunity for Harry to escape that rathole.

Next morning, Harry packed up his trunk, took Hedwig and left for Ron's house. Harry found Ron's dad interesting since the day they met; he was more excited about seeing him more than Ron and wanted to tell all about the muggle world. He reached Devon, the town where Ron lived, in the evening. Everyone was happy to see Harry but Ron's dad had most of the excitement. Ron asked Harry if he wanted to invite Hermione too... but Harry had some other plans, so he denied. Though Fred and George were having a little fomo; they were more interested in playing pranks on their neighbours.

Next morning, they were ready to leave for camping. Mrs. Weasley packed some snacks for them. They left for camping, on the way Harry noticed that Mr. Weasley was admiring Harry in a weird way since yesterday. Harry was telling Mr. Weasley the Party trend and clubbing culture in muggle world; Ron was tired of listening about muggle world for past 2 hours but Harry and Mr. Weasley were satrring into eachother's souls while talking. Mr. Weasley had never listened to anyone for this long ever before and with more interest in any other conversation. In the of his mind, Harry knew that Mr. Weasley wasn't interested in muggles; he was interested in Harry.

Train stopped on the next stop and Harry left the train for some fresh air. Train was about to run again so Harry can back to the cabin and sat right next Mr. Weasley instead of sitting infront of him (intensionally). they were midway to their destination and Harry and Mr. Weasley were coming closer and closer to each other moving inch by inch. Ron didn't bother; he was busy in playing with his chocolate frog. Soon enough, Mr. Weasley gathered the courage and slowly lifted his right arm up and put over Harry's shoulders. the tension was real, the spark was visible. Harry's face was turning red, so was Mr. Weasley's. They were so close that Harry could clearly smell Mr. Weasley's perfume on his neck; it was cheap but for Harry it was better than the most expensive perfume in the world.

Soon they reached the Scottish Highlands. Sun was almost set. they all were tired from from travelling whole day. Mr. Weasley told Ron to bring some drinkable water from the nearby river. for next 10-15 minutes Mr. Weasley and Harry were all alone; ''can you please help me pitch the tent son?" Mr. Weasley asked Harry in a flirty way. "sure" Harry replied with a blush. they took out their wands and started pitching the tent. "thank you so much for this wonderful trip Mr. Weasley" Harry said. "pleasure's all mine son" Mr. Weasley replied. Harry wanted to say a lot more to Mr. Weasley thank just "thankyou"; but Ron came back before he was supposed to. "who cares about walking when you can fly! pros of being born as a Wisard." Ron yelled while flexing magic. Harry laughed but deep inside he was yelling at Ron for coming back too soon.

Harry knew that this was just the beginning of this trip; he fantasized himself with Mr. Weasley for next few day and blushed while thinking how spicy the things were about to get between those two.

harry wasn't wrong; because it was actually just the beginning.

End of vol. 1.

Follow for next part... XOXO.

[midnightsorcererr]

Summers at the Weasley's VOL. 1

After the fifth year at Hogwarts, ministry of magic officially acknowledged and approved that Voldemort had returned. The school year ended and all the students went back to their homes for the summers. Harry went back to his aunt's. Obviously, he couldn't take the everyday humiliation. Ron sent him a letter telling him that his dad had recovered from the Nagini's attack and wanted to take Harry and Ron for camping at the Scottish Highlands as a thankyou gift for saving his life. This was the best opportunity for Harry to escape that rathole.

Next morning, Harry packed up his trunk, took Hedwig and left for Ron's house. Harry found Ron's dad interesting since the day they met; he was more excited about seeing him more than Ron and wanted to tell all about the muggle world. He reached Devon, the town where Ron lived, in the evening. Everyone was happy to see Harry but Ron's dad had most of the excitement. Ron asked Harry if he wanted to invite Hermione too... but Harry had some other plans, so he denied. Though Fred and George were having a little fomo; they were more interested in playing pranks on their neighbours.

Next morning, they were ready to leave for camping. Mrs. Weasley packed some snacks for them. They left for camping, on the way Harry noticed that Mr. Weasley was admiring Harry in a weird way since yesterday. Harry was telling Mr. Weasley the Party trend and clubbing culture in muggle world; Ron was tired of listening about muggle world for past 2 hours but Harry and Mr. Weasley were satrring into eachother's souls while talking. Mr. Weasley had never listened to anyone for this long ever before and with more interest in any other conversation. In the of his mind, Harry knew that Mr. Weasley wasn't interested in muggles; he was interested in Harry.

Train stopped on the next stop and Harry left the train for some fresh air. Train was about to run again so Harry can back to the cabin and sat right next Mr. Weasley instead of sitting infront of him (intensionally). they were midway to their destination and Harry and Mr. Weasley were coming closer and closer to each other moving inch by inch. Ron didn't bother; he was busy in playing with his chocolate frog. Soon enough, Mr. Weasley gathered the courage and slowly lifted his right arm up and put over Harry's shoulders. the tension was real, the spark was visible. Harry's face was turning red, so was Mr. Weasley's. They were so close that Harry could clearly smell Mr. Weasley's perfume on his neck; it was cheap but for Harry it was better than the most expensive perfume in the world.

Soon they reached the Scottish Highlands. Sun was almost set. they all were tired from from travelling whole day. Mr. Weasley told Ron to bring some drinkable water from the nearby river. for next 10-15 minutes Mr. Weasley and Harry were all alone; ''can you please help me pitch the tent son?" Mr. Weasley asked Harry in a flirty way. "sure" Harry replied with a blush. they took out their wands and started pitching the tent. "thank you so much for this wonderful trip Mr. Weasley" Harry said. "pleasure's all mine son" Mr. Weasley replied. Harry wanted to say a lot more to Mr. Weasley thank just "thankyou"; but Ron came back before he was supposed to. "who cares about walking when you can fly! pros of being born as a Wisard." Ron yelled while flexing magic. Harry laughed but deep inside he was yelling at Ron for coming back too soon.

Harry knew that this was just the beginning of this trip; he fantasized himself with Mr. Weasley for next few day and blushed while thinking how spicy the things were about to get between those two.

harry wasn't wrong; because it was actually just the beginning.

End of vol. 1.

Follow for next part... XOXO.