Sweet porn actor.

“We love only once in life, and after that we only look for people who are similar.”

“Sergey Yesenin”

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Harry returned from work in Aurora in a broken state. All these calls and patrols seemed to be an unnecessary waste of time, but the Ministry and the Department of Mysteries thought completely differently. Why do we need an Auror at all, if there are no dark magicians as such anymore? All of the Lord’s henchmen have long been behind bars, serving their “happy” time in Azkaban, and the Lord himself has long since died at his hands. So what exactly is there to be afraid of? Half of his soul said quite the opposite. There was someone to be afraid of — at least those magicians (former minions of Voldemort) who did not fall under the care of dementors in Azkaban. Although they are under strict control, without, at a minimum, magic, and, at a maximum, without their fortunes acquired during the battle for Hogwarts. Or even earlier. But, in fact, he himself was slightly afraid of any private individuals, each time foolishly trustingly concluding a deal with them. For example, he recently made a deal as the heir of the Black family with the Lord of the Pruett family. And every time I replayed their dialogue in my head, trying to understand where the deception was hidden. In fact, Harry stopped trusting everyone except a certain circle of people, which, oddly enough, included Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy. Yes, if it’s clear with his guys, then how did Malfoy fit into this wonderful company? Yes, he himself still doesn’t fully understand. They simply became friends after the end of the war and, having opened up to each other, found many advantages for themselves. And if Draco already had a girlfriend — Astoria, then in terms of love everything was very difficult for Harry, and that is why he still did not get along with Ginny. (Well, also because it is impossible to expose the family to danger. The curse still hangs on Weasley, but he tries not to think about it). Harry himself couldn’t understand why he couldn’t see Ginny as anything other than a friend. A very close friend. She seems to be a beautiful, smart, talented girl, and her ambitions are overflowing, but for some reason he doesn’t have the heart for her and that’s it. He had already begun to work himself up, when suddenly the familiar face of his cousin flashed across the street, looking at the shop windows in magical England with joyful delight in his eyes. “Amazing,” was all he muttered as Harry came closer to him to say hello. - Harry, did you see? Such beautiful things are on sale, it would be a shame not to buy something for yourself! — Dudley opened and closed his mouth in admiration, seeing or not seeing new goods in the magical part of London. — Why did you forget here? — Harry asked, scratching his head in bewilderment. “Yes, I was passing by, I thought, let me go to Diagon Alley and see what’s here.” - Got it, would you like to come in for tea? — asked Harry. “I’ll be happy to come in, we’ll discuss so many things with you, cousin,” Dudley answered and disappeared into one of the shops. “Like a child,” Harry thought and trudged after him, hastily casting a distraction spell.

***

“You seriously still don’t have a date?” “Dudley looked in surprise at Harry, who was hiding his cheeks, flushed with shame, in a plate of mashed potatoes. — How do you… Well… Do you get satisfaction? — it was impossible to look at Harry Potter, the hero of Magical Britain, without laughing. He was embarrassed as much as if it was his first time. Or maybe…? - Harry, are you a virgin? — Dudley asked carefully, and Harry became even more embarrassed. “Of course, I’m a virgin,” he muttered embarrassedly. “Here you go,” muttered Dudley, crazy. - This is bad? — Harry, have you ever seen wizards having sex? “I didn’t see it,” Harry muttered, and a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes. — Want to see? — a nod of the head made it clear more than words. — Didn’t you watch porn as a child? “Dudley fell silent for a minute, remembering that Harry didn’t even have a childhood. Only he received it in due measure. He instantly felt ashamed, and he hastened to apologize for his words: “Sorry, Harry, I forgot,” he shook his head, as if saying “sorry lord, the slave was wrong.” “Okay.” I can advise you something here.

***

After Dudley’s advice, Harry immediately went to the necessary stores to buy cassettes and discs. He even had to buy a TV in order to put all this vulgarity on there. He bought tapes and CDs of boys and girls to see what he liked best and what his body would respond to more. Half of all the tapes showed a previously unknown broad-shouldered man with platinum hair. But this was the only thing that was depicted on this tape with pornographic content, to his own regret.

***

During the time spent on the sofa, surrounded by napkins and rather handsome guys fucking each other, Harry involuntarily wanted real, passionate sex. With at least one of the actors who starred in this wonderful porn. In particular, he liked the Blonde, and although his face was not visible, Harry had no doubt that he was handsome. Why did he decide this? But because an equally handsome guy would fuck an ugly guy? I probably wouldn’t. Harry wasn’t sure of that. On the one hand, Potter understood that it was completely abnormal to imagine himself in the place of that brunette, having sex with a handsome anonymous blond. Well, on the other hand, he was very happy with everything. And even going to a meeting with Lord Malfoy, he could not completely get the image of the blond out of his head. Although I tried. Even if Harry wanted to forget an actor unknown to him, nothing would come of it. Every window in magical Britain is now literally fixated on pornography for magicians, and new cassettes appear almost in batches every month, the cover of which depicts a half-naked blond brazenly pinning some handsome brunette to the bed. And even a seemingly saving meeting could not save him from his thoughts and desires. Harry even began to catch a glimpse of some of the gestures that the Unknown Blonde used most often in Lucius Malfoy. And this is what scared me the most. - Lucius, you would make a wonderful actor, what do you think about this? — Lucius looked at Black-Potter in bewilderment, deep in his soul hoping that the boy had not seen his last season in the porn industry. How did he understand that he was watching the episodes with him? Everything is very simple. An appraising look, a stupid smile and lowering of the eyes when talking. Well, who doesn’t watch porn with his participation? Only squibs. “I’m not thinking about anything that could harm my future career yet,” Lucius deftly dodged, putting on his everyday mask of mysterious composure. —For what purpose are you interested? “Nothing like that,” Potter waved him off. “It’s just that sometimes it seems like I see you all the time, even though you’re not there.” “This applies to Muggle diseases, Mr. Black-Potter,” Lucius grinned. — It’s called schizophrenia. Should you visit Mungo’s? “Thank you for your concern, sir, you are so kind,” Harry retorted easily and, remembering that he had not installed improved mental protection, hastened to correct this oversight. Well, just in case. Still, sitting opposite him, smiling peacefully and sipping fine wine, is the master of Legilimency himself. “But, perhaps, while I’m still sane, I’ll continue to go to work and hone my skills.” — Commendable. It’s very nice that you rushed over literally as soon as I sent you a letter by owl asking you to come to our meeting. — Don’t you think that we’ve been seeing each other too often lately? — Harry squinted suspiciously, watching the too calm expression on Malfoy’s face. — I don’t lend money, if that’s the case. Malfoy raised his eyebrows in surprise and, after realizing that Harry, as usual, had gotten everything wrong, he laughed heartily and said: “You can bail me out if you want,” Lucius said with a grin as he watched Potter confirm. — Of course, not forever, but you will also get some advantages. Malfoy was openly amused, watching the absolutely embarrassed Harry, who no longer knew where to get away from his interlocutor. At that moment, Harry had the most numerous brain tensions going on in his head, trying to comprehend all the words of Lucius. “Very funny, Mister Malfoy,” the embarrassed young man muttered, barely squeezing out the words. And Lucius thought for a second that it would be nice to bend the guy under him. Naturally, only for experimental purposes. But he quickly shoved this thought far away. “I wouldn’t take you on bail in my life.” “To some extent, I should be offended,” Lucius concluded, pouring wine into an already empty glass. “You just have no idea what you’re giving up.” “I don’t even need to imagine,” Harry muttered, pulling his glass of wine towards him. “You are a former Devourer; our union is impossible in principle.” - Who said that I would want to date you? — Lucius asked, arching his eyebrow skeptically, parodying Snape. “You already meet me, thanks to our visits, which are like nothing else but this,” now it’s time for Harry to grin contentedly. “You impudent boy,” Lucius hissed, squeezing his glass tighter in his hand. “Don’t be so angry, Mister Malfoy, let me make fun of you for once.” “Please mock your friends, Potter.” “Okay, okay,” Potter raised his hands in a conciliatory gesture. — I took yours. - You gave up surprisingly quickly. Doesn’t look like a Gryffindor graduate. “I didn’t give up, I just figured in my head that our meetings with you could drag on for a long time,” Harry grinned slyly. - What’s behind these conclusions? “Because I know who you are, Lucius Malfoy,” Lucius instantly trembled. Did the boy really guess everything? What can he do then? Lucius began to quickly scroll through all the possible scenarios in his head, with a bad ending and a good one, but it didn’t lead to anything. He cursed to himself displeasedly and returned to harsh reality. “You are so nimble and beautiful that you can deceive anyone, but not me.” Lucius’s insides tightened, and with every second it seemed to him that he was getting closer and closer to the abyss into which he would fall right now. — What do you want? — Lucius muttered dryly. “You are the most nimble man I have ever known, and have the honor of still knowing…” Harry took a theatrical pause, driving the frightened Lucius into an even more frightened state. — Will you help with the family’s affairs? And then a volcano of relief and some sadness exploded inside Lucius. Some part of his body wanted Potter to know about his little secret, but another part didn’t want to let him in on it. “Of course, Mister Potter,” he smiled radiantly. — I will be only glad. And thank Merlin that Harry is bad at reading other people’s emotions. Otherwise Lucius would have made himself look like a pathetic old fool.