02- perv-eculars

Wet dreams. Again. No one else was awake, so Harry quietly made his way to the shared bathroom. He gently pulled his boxers off, revealing a temporary stain of white gooey cum. His morning wood was sore and stiff, a seam of semen ran along the shaft of his penis, down to his balls. He stepped into the shower, and took a long shower, occasionally glancing at his dick, hoping that the wood would go away soon, because of the awkwardness he'd have to attend to if left like this. Once he calmed down a little, he got out and dressed in his casual robes.

"Oh yes." Harry remembered. Today was Christmas Day, marking the first day of their long-awaited Christmas holidays. Harry waltzed out of the bathroom with the very thought that he could push back Snape's essay on the Tibetan poison even further, and with Hermione traveling to Jamaica with her parents, there would be no one to scold him for doing his homework on the very last day.

"Wake up. It's Christmas!", Harry called out to his roommates. They all start to stir, and Neville gets up on his feet, and Harry could noticeably see that Neville has definitely pitched his tent tonight, a hard rod poking awkwardly from his sleepwear. "Nice dreams eh, Neville?", Harry teased Neville, who suddenly realized, made a poor attempt to cover his erection, and rushed into the bathroom.

"Merry Christmas, Harry.", Ron yawned.

"Merry Christmas, Ron.", Harry echoed. Dean got up from his bed and clothed himself, before the others were pulled from their subconscious states of profusely yawning and blinking. The four wasted no time at all, as they gathered onto the floor, eyeing the various parcels that were addressed to them.

They carelessly teared through the wrapping paper of each present: Harry received the regular gallery of honeydukes' sweets from Hermione, a bag of rock cakes along with a miniature golden snitch, poorly crafted by Hagrid's dustbin lid-sized hands, a juicy baked fruitcake and a chartreuse green sweater- embroidered with a capital 'H' by Mrs. Weasley, some mismatched fluffy socks that Harry knew were from Dobby, a nice-smelling deodorant from Dean, and a brand new Sneakoscope from Neville.

As Seamus and Dean were occupied with their presents, Ron shifted closer to Harry, and discreetly handed a box to him. "My present to you.", Ron whispered. "Don't open it here, but it's a silicon thing muggles call a 'dildo'.", Ron explained. "You put it up your arse and it's supposed to pleasure you, and this one has a vibrating charm on it too." Ron winked cheekily: even though Harry never came out of his closet to discuss his sexuality, everyone had somehow figured out that he was bisexual.

Harry pressed his ears against the wrapping, and could hear a subtle whirring noise, and he was beyond eager to try it out."I have a little special something for you too.", Harry enclosed his palms around the poorly-wrapped present he was intending to give Ron. Ron peeled back the parchment that Harry had used as makeshift wrapping paper, and he looked up at Harry in bewilderment.

"Harry, what the fuck is this?" Ron held up the binoculars-like gadget, staring intently at it. "Those are perv-eculars, dumbass. I got them from Zonko's, and they're designed for perverts- like you, who want to see girls' tits. They're jinxed with a pellucid charm, so that you could see through clothes."

"Oh, fuck, maybe this isn't so bad after all, finally a gift that I'll put to use, thanks." Ron nodded slyly, and jokingly put the perv-eculars on. Harry instinctively covered his groin with his hands, and Ron chortled.

"Put that away, motherfucker.", Harry felt his dick squirming, trying to escape Ron's prying eyes."This is fucking amazing.", Ron took his perv-eculars off and stared at it in awe for a few seconds, before stowing them away into his trunk.

"Listen up, dumbasses.", Seamus addressed them all, as Neville strode out from the bathroom. "For your Christmas gifts this year, I bought us a month-long subscription from Floo Porn.", Seamus paused, waiting for someone to react, and as Harry casted his eyes around the room, with an elusive grin here, and a crazed tongue there, he knew that they were all joyous and extremely horny for this, but nobody would admit it. "No need to thank me.", Seamus chuckled. "I'm going to use it too."

Floo porn was basically muggle porn, except via floo powder- Harry had seen it in the Wizarding kink magazine before. The floo porn club sent Seamus a month-long of weekly passwords to log onto floo porn on the floo network. They all sat there, amusing themselves in their mounds of presents, when Neville noticed a large flat black parcel near the wooden legs of his four poster bed.

"Who do you reckon this is for?" Neville seized the box and hoisted it from underneath the bed."Why don't we open it to find out." Dean replied lazily. Neville slowly removed the dark paper, and unveiled the contents within. It was a book- a textbook on transfiguration, with the fading familiar letters 'G.M.L.' , written inconspicuously in a cursive silver ink.

"Who's G.M.L.?", Harry asked.

"I don't know, and I don't give a fuck either.", Seamus laughs. "It's probably just a stupid transfiguration book. What kind of dork would send that as a Christmas present."

'Hermione probably would', Harry thought to himself and chuckled. But the initials G.M.L. meant something to Harry, the problem was, Harry didn't know what. Harry got a closer look at the book, and planned to figure out the whole familiarity ordeal later, as he shoved the heavy book into his school trunk. Harry went down to the Great Hall for breakfast, and there were far more students occupying the four long tables than the usual Christmas holidays.

The students from the four houses were scattered across the tables, no longer confined to their allocated house table. He found Ron, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan sitting at their usual spot at the Gryffindor table. "Harry!" Fred called, as George tossed a big and bulky paper bag over to Harry. "Your Christmas presents.", George winked, and Harry peered into the bag.

"Holy shit!", Harry exclaimed. "You could've given me a heads up." The bag was filled to the brim with sexual toys and instruments and whatnot, all from the new Weasley Wizard Wheeze's "special customer's collection".

"It's just thanks to you for lending us that money.", Fred said. Harry thanked them again and silently promised himself he'd explore the contents of the bag later, and dug into the Christmas food.

"Fuck, this food's amazing. It feels like a big ol' orgasm.", Ron said loudly, and Harry almost choked on his festive mashed potatoes from laughter, knowing how Ron will always be stuffing his face with every waking moment that food is available.

The house-elves had really outdone themselves this year: the dishes were absolutely impeccable. Abundant plates and platters filled to the brim with warm baked potatoes, fried eggs, and honey-brown toast towered over each other, like rigid mountains. The baby-pink and white frosting of the magenta pudding melted in Harry's mouth, mimicking frosty snowflakes on his hot tongue. Despite the house-elves whipping this up in the Hogwarts kitchens, Hermione would've probably overlook her S.P.E.W. campaign and ravenously gobbled up these dishes, if she were here. The Hogwarts meals never failed to delight, and Harry returned to his dormitories with a full stomach, and a happy face.

Since today was the first day of a long-awaited holiday, Harry intended to kick back his legs and relax in the cozy glare of the Gryffindor fireplaces. But in the end, Harry found himself picking up the heavy, transfiguration textbook from the mysterious G.M.L., heaving it onto his bed, as Seamus cackled at Ron's reaction to a particularly foul Bertie Bott's flavor. Harry gingerly flicked the cover of the book open, as he quickly realized the contents were quite tattered and weathered. The first few yellowing pages of the textbook were inexplicably blank, but on the fifth or so page, there was the same silver writing 'I leave to you, all my secrets of success.', and signed again. 'G.M.L.' Intrigued, Harry Potter turned the page.