Title: Detention with Professor Lockhart
Author: Ravenrosebud
Pairing: Harry/Lockhart
Rating: R
Summary: This is set during the detention in Chamber of Secrets with Lockhart. PWP
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all things related to him are the property of JK Rowling the Goddess of Fantasy.
Warning: CHAN, dubious consent



Gilderoy Lockhart ran a brush through his golden locks intent on taming the waves. He dabbed a bit of powder on his nose and forehead, it wouldn’t do to have shiny skin. He picked up the tube of muggle mascara and coated his normally pale lashes, his eyes stood out better with black lashes.

Harry was set to arrive in five minutes for his detention. Gilderoy laid out three piles of photographs; each contained a different head shot. He smoothed down his pale blue robes and leaned against the mahogany desk, his eyes lingered on the door.

He swung the door open at the first knock. “Ah, Harry please do come in. You are in for quite the treat tonight.” Gilderoy took Harry by the elbow and assisted him to a leather padded chair that sat on the side of his desk. “I thought you could assist me with some fan mail. You may address the envelopes.”

Two hours into the detention and Gilderoy couldn’t remember anything that he had been saying. His eyes kept drifting over to take in the sight of the small youth who sat hunched over the desk; he clenched the quill in his hand as he scratched the address of Glenda McNeil on the pale yellow paper.

He recalled the tingle of magic he had felt when he first clasped the small hand in his own at the bookstore. Harry had looked so vulnerable, his eyes magnified by the large round glasses, soot smeared across his cheeks. He looked....delectable.

“Harry are you and that frizzy haired girl quite close?”

Harry looked up from the envelopes. He avoided looking at the photographs; they kept winking and smiling at him. “Hermione? She’s one of my best friends.”

“Just friends, Harry?” Lockhart slid his hand across the top of the desk and touched Harry’s hand with his index finger.

“Er...yeah.” Harry moved his hand closer to the edge of the desk and away from Lockhart’s warm finger.

“You know Harry; we celebrities need to stick together. You must be careful of how you behave and who you are seen with. Reporters can be your friends or your worse enemies.” He flashed his winning smile and winked.


“Sir, what are you on about?”

“Harry my dear boy I am talking about us. I believe that we could be of some assistance to one another. I know that I would be very discrete as I’m sure you would be too. What do you say boy, shall we lend each other a hand?”

Harry jumped at the first touch to his thigh. His eyes gave him the look of a house-elf and he sat frozen as his professor massaged his cloth covered leg. “Professor?”

“Yes, Harry that’s right; I’m your professor let me teach you.”

The wonderful thing about boys was that their bodies’ were always pulled so tight, ready to be aroused by the sight of two mounds of jell-o, the slightest brush of skin or the sight of skin between a skirt hem and knee-high.

The trick was to keep them on the verge, their bodies’ quivering with arousal and anticipation. Gilderoy stripped the young boy down to his smalls all the while cupping his small erection or licking the little pebble of a nipple.

It was decision time. His own cock was throbbing under his pale blue robes; he only wore blue silk boxers underneath. He had to be careful, no need to scare the boy, there would be no penetrating the cute little pale arse, he would definitely feel that in the morning and Lockhart had no intention of Harry remembering any of this.

Sweet little Harry, his lips parted, his chest rising with each breath, he would be so powerful in time. He wanted that, a taste of the boy’s power, to see him in control, in charge, yes that was what he wanted.

“Harry, come kneel down on the floor with me.” Lockhart wrapped his large fingers around the fragile wrist and tugged him down off the chair. He was starting to hesitate, the boy’s eyes blinked several times and he scrunched up his nose. He was going to start panicking soon.

Lockhart tossed his robe behind them, pulled his boxers off quickly and smiled warmly. “Don’t worry Harry, this will feel so good, for both of us.” He slipped his hand down the front of the boy’s smalls and watched the blush come back to his pale skin.

“Don’t think, Harry. This is for you. You want me to make you feel good don’t you?”

“I don’t know.” He shushed him, leaned forward and chastely kissed those parted lips.

“Take the rest of your clothes off, Harry.”

Those hands shook as he did as he was told. His eyes lowered, he refused to make eye contact. So shy, his skin deep red with shame and arousal. Lockhart looked down at his small erection; tiny barely visible wisps of hair were most likely his pride and joy.

Lockhart picked up his wand that lay near them. He lay back on his robes and parted his legs, Harry’s eyes darted between those thighs. His wand breached him and he groaned at the sensation of the lubricating spell. He didn’t bother to stretch himself; the small cock would slide in easily between his cheeks.

“Come closer, Harry.” He waited until the boy was within range and pulled him down. Harry lost his balance and collapsed, he startled at the feel of another cock against him. “Shh Harry.”

Lockhart lifted his legs, brought them in close to his chest and smiled at the sight of Harry trying to brace himself between his thighs. “I’m going to let you fuck me now, Harry. Push your beautiful cock inside, don’t be scared.”

Harry moved against him, he felt him poke at him and he wasn’t sure if the boy was searching for his opening or attempting to find his footing so he could escape. Lockhart fumbled between them until he had Harry aimed properly. He locked his ankles around the slender hips and pulled him, he gasped when the little cock breached him.

He could feel the boy trembling, sweat dripped down the side of his face and he was looking every where but at Lockhart’s face. “Relax Harry, you are doing fine. So good, such a good boy. You can move now, in and out.”

The small hips pushed forward slightly, and Harry whimpered at the heat he had found himself sucked into. “Lean down against me, Harry. Don’t be afraid to put all your body weight on me.”

Lockhart sighed as he felt the smooth skin of his little charge rub against his hardness. Four thrusts and he felt the boy freeze and come inside him. Harry made to pull out but he grabbed his arms and held him there. “Wait Harry, just wait.”

He clenched his muscles, tightened around the flaccid penis and waited for him to harden again. Lockhart slid a hand in between them and teased a nipple. “You are so beautiful Harry, my pretty boy.”

The boy was humping against him again. He concentrated on all the warm skin above him, stared at the young face, red and scrunched as he concentrated on his erratic rhythm. “Harry!” Lockhart pushed his hips up so hard he nearly knocked the boy off him and then covered them both in semen.

There was one spell that Gilderoy Lockhart was an expert at. He dressed the limp body, exhausted from their little experiment, back in the school uniform. Lockhart lifted Harry and sat him in the leather padded chair. Swish and flick just like he had been taught when he was a student. “Obliviate.”

Harry looked up from the envelope he was addressing. “What!” he said loudly.

“I know!” said Lockhart. “Six solid months at the top of the best-seller list! Broke all records!”

“No,” said Harry frantically. “That voice!”

“Sorry?” said Lockhart, looking puzzled. “What voice?”

“That-that voice that said-didn’t you hear it?”

Lockhart looked at Harry and thought for a moment that maybe he needed to practice his oblivaite spell a bit; perhaps he had been a too forceful with it. He really hoped he hadn’t caused any permanent damage to the boy’s mind.




A/N: The lines between “Oblivaite!” and when Lockhart is wondering if he damaged Harry’s mind are quoted from Chamber of Secrets page 120.