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Dean Thomas sighted as he leaned his back against the wall of the store, his eyes traveling across the rather large place.

Young wizard and witches dashed back and forth, talking and speaking with each other as they grabbed products off the shelves like it was food in a starving country.

"Heh, guess in some way, humor is like that today" he muttered as he took a glance out the window. The eighteen-year-old glanced out one of the nearby windows into the now-abandoned streets of Diagon Alley. A place that just last year was overflowing with people, peddlers shilling their products, families going out for lunch, rich Wizards in fancy outfits heading to the Bank with a look of total horror in their faces, was now replaced with a place that seemed to have the color sucked out of it.

"Well well what have we got here?" a voice said right behind the young man, which made him jump slightly.

"Looks like we've got a sad-looking Gryff, brother of mine" an almost identical voice, the only difference being a slightly higher pitch, said. Dean sighted and turned around, being met by the twin grinning faces of the Weasly Twins.

"How did you do that?!" Dean asked, crossing his arms "Even with all these people, I would have heard you coming up"

"We wouldn't be very good pranksters if we didn't know how to around quietly," Fred said with a smirk

"It's a skill we mastered after years of practice" George finished with a smirk "Now, tell us chum, what's got you glum?"

"That pun to start off with" Dean muttered, smirking at the grin he got from the pair

"Heh, we do try," they both said at once

"But seriously, you look down. Something wrong?" Fred asked, a look of genuine concern for a second

"Well, to be honest yeah. Been feeling a bit.... I dunno, isolated?" Dean shrugged

"Isolated? Mate you sleep in a room with what, five other gusy" George said with a chuckle

"Not that kind of isolated, ya prat!" Dean said, giving him a light smack on the arm. "I mean that I'm the only guy in my year who cares about stuff beyond magic crap"

"Oh? What does that mean?" both of the twins asked

"Look, I like magic. Hell I wouldn't be standing in your damn store if I didn't" Dean said with a chuckle "What I mean is that I kinda miss doing non-magic things for fun ya know? Playing sports that aren't Quidditch"

"Ah!" Fred said, a big grin breaking out on his face

"Oh we understand" George continued

"Completelty" Fred said with a nod

"And I think we may just have something that may be able to help you...." George said, winking at Dean before turning around and heading into the potion shelves that were nearby.

"What?" Dean asked, blinking as he stood there. Fred just chuckled

"Well, quick explanation is that we recently got a big shipment of products from across the pond" the owner said, leading Dean over to where his twin had gone

"Your importing?" Dean asked with a dumb smile on his face "At this point I think your keeping the economy running all on your own"

"Oh please." Fred said with a knowing grin "And yes, we did import. There's a lot of interesting potions being sold over in the states, and we got ourselves a few shipments of em"

"Potions like what?" the dark-skinned young man asked

"Potions like this" George said as he suddenly popped out from behind a shelf holding a cylindrical bottle with a blubling bright blue liquid inside. He stapped around and handed the bottle to Dean.

The young man looked over it, feeling the sculpted glass beneath his fingers. Upon closer inspection, the liquid was constnatnly bubbling, and seemed to be turning into smoke and back to liquid in a constant cycle.

"That little puppy is something we got from a friend of ours in Nevada" Fred explained "He explained that he used it to get his mates in the mood for a few rounds of sports. We've tested and it works like a charm"

"Interesting..." Dean muttered, smiling as he turned over the bottle "How does it work?"

"Simple." Fred pointed at the top of the bottle "The top lifts slightly. When it does, the potion comes out as a blue cloud. Leave it open for about five to ten seconds, depending on how many people you wanna affect with it. From our tests, its an awesome stress-relief method"

"Sounds perfect," Dean said, his eyes shining as he looked at the two "How much for three bottles?"

---

3 Months Later

Dean sighed as he slipped on his robes, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he looked around the room. The normally jovial Gryffindor dorm was quiet and muted.

"Morning" came from the voice from the next bed. Seamus Finnigan was still half in his sleeping clothes

"Morning Seamus" the dark skinned young man said as he adjusted his tie. Looking around, he saw that the room was mostly empty again, with the other three who had the same room as him already long gone, with just a note left on the bed opposite his.

"Oh yeah, Harry wanted me to give that to you" Seamus said as he got dressed "Something bout practice"

"Thanks" Dean muttered as he grabbed it and gave it a quick skim. "Dean, sorry to leave this.... Meeting with the headmaster.... Practice cancelled. Again!?" Dean groaned as he crumpled the paper.

"Harry shafted practice again?" his Irish roommate asked

"Yup" Dean muttered, tapping the paper with his wand. A small spark shot out and the material turned to ash right in his fingers "At this point I wonder why we even have a Team this year."

"Well it ain't Harry's fault. Poor bugger is under stress from all angles, ain't he?" Seamus said as he finished getting dressed

"I mean, you've got a bit of a point" Dean muttered as he headed out of the room, Seamus alongside him. "We've got all the shit from last year" he gave his friend a small glare.

"I said I was sorry!" Seamus exclaimed, his face going bright red.

"Combined with people pushing him to join this war, exams, studying for our NEWTs next year." Dean listed things off as the pair left the common room and headed downstairs.

"And people going on and on about some chosen one shit" Seamus shook his head as they headed for breakfast.

"I can't believe people buy into that shit" Dean chuckled "I mean, five minutes with the drunken excuse we have for a teacher is more than enough to prove that Divination is nothing but crap"

"Merlin, I think those televangelist wankers my dad sees on the telly are more prophets than Trelawny" both boys giggled as they sat down at the Gryffindor table.

"Morning" they both said to their house-mates. They got a few responses as they reached for some food. He looked around the table and sighted, not seeing any members of the team.

"Something wrong?" a slightly high pitched voice said next to him. Glancing over, Dean was met with a head of messy, mousy brown hair and a polaroid camera strapped on the shoulder.

"Nah, nothing's wrong Colin" Dean said to the slightly younger boy as he took a bite of his toast.

"Huh, sure. And I'm a pureblood" Colin said, rolling his eyes

"Ha ha" the young man muttered "Really funny Colin. You should go work for the twins when you graduate. Fine, I'm looking for Harry, have you seen him?"

"Not for a while. I caught a glimpse of him as I came in for breakfast, but he was heading out by that point." Colin said, taking a sip of his coffee "He left right after Malfoy did"

"Oh for fucks sake, he's still on with that?" Seamus groaned

"Yup" Colin confirmed with a nod "He kept looking a piece of paper and muttering to himself."

"He canceled today's practice to stalk Malfoy? Seriously?" Dean groaned, slamming his forehead onto the table.

"Sounds like this isn't the first time he's done this" Colin said

"Third time" Dean muttered "Harry is fucking convinced that Malfoy is up to some evil bullshit"

"What, seriously?" the young photographer said with a barely contained chuckle "He's convinced the guy who probably holds up the entire Slytherin team in the locker room because he's applying gel and shouts about his dad's money if someone so much as looks at him funny is some kind of evil terrorist?"

"Yeah pretty much" Seamus muttered "He stays awake for hours, muttering under his sheets and lumosing something"

"Christ" Colin muttered, blinking "I think the stress is starting to get to him..."

"Yeah, not surprised" Dean said, sighing and lifting his head "Right now, I think he's got so much crap going on that he's probably seeing shit were it doesn't exist..."

"He needs to let off some steam, bad" Seamus said. Dean's eyes went wide at those words, a small smile forming on his face.

"Dean?" Colin asked "What are you thinking?"

"I may have something to help this along" Dean said with a smirk

"Oh?" his Irish friend asked, glancing over

"It's a potion I bought from the Twins during the summer" he explained "It's something they got the from the Americans, and according to them its really good at helping relive stress"

"Course they'd say that" Seamus said, rolling his eyes "For who? The user or the guy watching in the bushes?"

"I think they just assume the later for all their products" Colin said with a giggle "So, if they brought it up, it means that it has to work on the subject."

"You mean victim" Seamus said

"Eh, potato potato" Dean said with a shrug "It's the best idea I've got. You in?"

"Hell yeah!" Colin said

"Hell no" Seamus said, shaking his head "Sorry mate, but I don't wanna get in trouble this time. I'm getting enough crap for the explosions in potions"

"That's ok mate" Dean said with a smile, turning to Colin and winking at him "I think me and Cameraboy got this, don't we?"

"Heh, yeah" Colin said with a smirk "And I think I may have an idea for how to get Harry in place for it...."

---

Dean sighted as he stepped out of the Quidditch Locker room, closing the door behind him.

"You look good in that," Colin said, smiling as he walked up to Dean. He still had his camera wrapped around his neck, and in his hands were the two bottles filled with the bubbling blue liquid.

"Heh, thanks" Dean said, grinning as he looked at his younger friend. He was wearing the closest thing Hogwarts had to a sports uniform, his quidditch robes. He'd ditched the heavier over-cloak and was essentially wearing a red shirt, shorts and leather gloves "So, did you get Harry's attention?"

"Oh yeah" Colin said with a smirk "I left him a note saying I'd seen Malfoy skulking around the stands with some potion or other. He'll come rushing thinking that Malfoy is trying to kill all the Gryffs during the next game or something stupid like that"

"Heh, nice" Dean said with a chuckle, clapping Colin lightly on the back.

"So.... How do these work?" Colin asked, lifting one of the bottles slightly "I've never seen potions like this before"

"Fred and George said that when you open the bottle, it turns into mist and they just have to breathe it in," Dean explained.

"Heh, good thing that there's no wind today" Colin muttered as he looked around, hand on his chin. "Right I've got an idea" he pointed at the Gryffindor stands "Get Harry to stand right below there. I'll be at the top with the bottle and make it fly down with a spell."

"Sounds good" Dean said with a smile "Just make sure you get those pictures"

"Dean, please remember who you're talking to" Colin said, putting his hand on his chest in a display of mock offense.

"I know I know" Dean said, shaking his head "Just, make sure you get good shots of how he looks afterwards."

"That's the plan don't worry" Colin said with a wink "And you be careful, I'm not sure how this thing will flow out. And I'm guessing you don't want to get caught in the the effects?"

"Heh, yeah you guessed right" Dean said. Before the two could say anything else, a rather loud shout rang out

"Hary mate stop for a bloody second!" a familiar voice shouted, sounding closer and closer with each step

"Bloody hell, that's Ron" Dean muttered

"Get in position!" Colin hissed as he wrapped his arms tighter around the bottles and dashed up to the stands

"R-Right" Dean muttered as he grabbed his broom and calmly kicked off, hovering a few inches above the ground as he saw two figures walk inside.

Harry Potter and Ron Weasly stomped inside the pitch, clearly caught up in an argument

"Ron, would you stop it!" the raven haired young man shouted

"Not until you stop for three seconds and think!" the red-head shouted back "You're acting crazy for Merlin's sake! What, a random note left on your bed and your convinced that Malfoy wants to off us!?"

"Well, it would make sense!" Harry shouted back "The way he's been skulking around all year-"

"The ferret is always skulking around! Its what he fucking does Harry!" Ron shouted back, so loud that Dean's ears actually hurt a little

"God, get a room you two!" he shouted at the pair, unable to contain it any longer. He turned around and flew down to them "Christ, you two go at it like a married couple from an old soap!"

"D-Dean!" Harry stammered out, his face going red as he stared at his team-mate "W-What are you doing here?"

"Practising on my own" the dark skinned man said with a glare "Since practice got shafted for the third time in a fucking row, I felt like I should do it on my own."

"R-Right...." the team captain muttered, rubbing the back of his neck in clear embarrassment

"I told you that canceling practice was a dumb idea Harry" Ron said, crossing his arms

"Yeah, well I had to! Dumbledore couldn't move our.... Thing" Harry said, catching himself right at the end

"Huh, and have you been doing these things with the Headmaster for three weeks in a row?" Dean asked

"No" Ron said, cutting Harry off before he could even start to answer "Harry has special classes with the Headmaster once per month. The last two times were due to his knew obsession with Malfoy"

"It's not an obsession!" Harry hissed "Malfoy's a fucking Death Eater! He's planning to assasinate most of the DA during the next game!"

"Wow" Dean muttered. Even knowing where Harry had gotten the idea, it still sounded like the ramblings of an obsessed person. Harry's wild look, with his filthy glasses and hair that was even messier than normal didn't help with that image.

"Don't look at me like that! I got a note on my bed warning bout this!" Harry said, pulling out a piece of parchment from his robes "See?!"

"Yeah, because papers left on beds are the most reliable sources for possible attacks" Ron said, rolling his eyes "Dean, did you leave that thing there so he'd come out here for practice?"

"Ron, we've been living in the same room since we were 12" Dean said, shaking his head "I would have thought you'd know by I now I don't write on parchment, I use my notebooks."

"Right, just ruling it out mate" Ron said

"Look, Harry. You need to-"

"Why exactly are you shouting my name Potter!?" a tired sounding, yet still haughty voice rang out through the pitch. Eyes wide, Dean turned around as he saw Draco Malfoy walking up to them.

Oh for fuck's sake Dean thought as Harry marched up to Malfoy, fists clenched.

"I know what your planning, Malfoy!" Harry hissed as he grabbed him by the collar

"Take your hands off me Potter, unless you want your precious captain position taken away for attacking a Prefect!" Malfoy hissed in return, shoving Harry away.

"Oh for the love of..." Ron muttered as he ran over to them, Dean following close behind. The dark-skinned young man gulped and glanced up. Colin was standing right above them, his face pale as he had the potion in hand as he leaned over the edge. It was clear he had been seconds away from opening the bottle before Malfoy showed up.

"You stay the hell out of this Weasly" Malfoy said as he pulled out his wand "If Saint Potter here wants to say something to me, he can say it to my face instead of following me around like a schoolgirl with a crush!"

"Like I'd ever consider doing it with you, ya pale fuck" Harry spat back as he pulled out his own wand. The two rivals stared each other down, wands pointed at each other's faces

"Shit..." Dean muttered, looking up to Colin. The younger guy was slowly trying to move back to solid footing without making a noise.

Malfoy growled and flicked his wand, a blue bolt fired out of it, along with a loud bang.

"Protego" Harry hissed, as a shimmering barrier formed around him. Malfoy's spell hit the shield and bounced upwards. "Seriously Malfoy? Flipendo? What are, 12 yea-"

"GAH!" the conversation was interrupted by the sound of Colin's shout. Dean's eyes went wide as he looked up. The Knockback jinx had found a mark, hitting Colin in the face and sending him flying back to the stands. However, the bottle didn't go along with him, as it fell down, crashing onto the grassy ground and shattering into a thousand pieces.

"Well....shit" Dean muttered.

---

Harry blinked as he saw the bottle crash onto the floor, the bright blue liquid inside splattering all over the ground, hissing as it came into contact with the grass of the pitch. Small bits of smoke began to emanate from it.

"So, that's the potion you were planning to use, right Malfoy!?" Harry shouted at the blonde in front of him, the grip on his wand tightening.

"What the hell are you going on about, Scarhead!?" Malfoy shouted back "I'm not planning crap with a potion!"

"Oh cut it out! Your caught! I'm sure Tom will be really happy with you now that yo-" Harry's word were cut off as the potion began to bubble even more, the sound ringing out across the empty field.

"Shit that can't be good" Ron muttered, taking a few steps back.

"It's not" Dean said, a look of seriousness as he looked at the two "You two can end you lover's spat later! Move!"

"The hell are you going on about Mudbl-" the words in Malfoy's mouth died as, suddenly, a huge blue cloud exploded out of the potion.

"GAH!" Harry gasped as the blue cloud grew at a ridiculous rate, quickly covering half of the Quidditch pitch. "W-What the fuck is this!?" he gasped, his skin itching as the cloud seeped into his body, being absorbed through every pore. His skin, his eyes, his nose and mouth. His throat burned, making the raven haired young man cough rather violently.

"P-Prank potion" Dean coughed from somewhere to Harry's left. The cloud was so thick he couldn't see beyond his own hands.

"W-What!?" Ron gasped, coughing just like the rest

"T-Tried to prank you... B-But cough cough" Dean coughed again and Harry heard a thud

"D-Dean!?" he called out, turning around. However, that turned out to be a mistake as his legs shook and gave out. He fell flat on his ass, his whole body itching as more and more of the potion seeped into his body. He groaned and rubbed his eyes, but the itching kept going, and was soon joined by another sensation.

"Sweet Merlin.... W-When did it get so hot!?" Malfoy groaned somewhere to Harry's right. The moment Malfoy said it, Harry began to feel it. Sweat began to pool over his body, a sense of overwhelming heat flowing through his entire body

"S-Shit..." Harry gasped, sweat beginning to drip off his forehead as he coughed again. Even more of the potion swirled its way inside his mouth and down his throat, which began to burn even more "I-It's.....potion....affecting......." he blinked, his thoughts becoming clouded as more of the gas found a way inside his body "H-Hot.....s-so hot...."

"So hot...." came a chant from all around him, but he doesn't care about that. All that matters was the heat.

"So hot...." he muttered again as he pawed at his clothes "Must....cool"

"Cool down" the other boys muttered around him "Too many clothes.....Need air...."

"Air....will cool...." Harry muttered as he dropped his wand, which fell softly onto the dry grass. He grabbed the hem of his robes and pulled them off in one swift motion. He shivered, moaning slightly as felt the cold air hit his bare skin. Shivers of pleasure ran through his body as the heat began to disappear. "Clothes....bad....." he muttered, his addled mind putting together that less clothes made him feel good. He grabbed his sneakers and ripped them off rather violently, throwing them as far as he could. They disappeared into the cloud that surrounded him and were forgotten instantly, as he then removed his socks. He moaned again, even louder this time as his bare feet touched the grass. His soles seemed even more sensitive than before, and each subtle motion sent waves of pleasure through him. In his pants, a tent was beginning to form.

"Less clothes......good" came the voices around him, and Harry nodded along, a dumb smile forming on his face as he took another deep breath.

"C-Cloth-COUGH COUGH" he coughed, the strongest one yet as more of the potion seeped in through his now bare torso. His torso and arms began to tingle as the potion returned to liquid inside his bloodstream and began to flow through his body. He doubled over and coughed again, wheezing in between and letting even more of the potion inside. All around him he heard coughs from the other three caught in the cloud.

Harry gasped as he took one last big breath, and suddenly, the itch in his throat vanished. Instead, the same amazing sensation of pleasure and elation he felt on his bare skin flowed through him, making the tent in his pants grow even stiffer. He just blinked and went back to speaking without issue

"Clothing is bad....." he said, not noticing how his voice was different. His British accent was gone, in its place was one that sounded more American. A very specific type of american, with a low rumble to his voice and a lack of intellect.

"Less clothes is good" came the voices around him, equally changed. It sounded less like a group of English wizards and more like a group of American Football players. Harry didn't really notice the change as he reached down to his pants and ripped them off in one swift motion, letting out a dumb giggle as he felt the cold air hit his legs. The last bit of clothes left on was a jockstrap he had put on this morning, because he'd set it there for the practice that never happened. But now, said bit of clothing was struggling to contain the twitching package inside, which grew stiffer and stiffer with each breath the young man took.

"Heh, I feel...." he muttered, before the words were replaced by a loud moan. The potion was starting to work in overdrive, now that it had access to all his skin. It flowed into every pore, every bit of flesh just being another avenue for it to enter his shifting body.

I look fucking good he heard a voice whisper. He blinked and looked around, a bit confused at were it had come from. As he did so, another shiver of pleasure ran through his body as began to fall to potion's effects. His twigy, thin arms began to tremble as the potion flooded his muscles. His tendons shivered as they began to grow. His arms slowly inflated from the twigs he had to the size that would make a rugby player blush.

He blinked and moaned as he felt waves of pleasure ring out from his arms and legs.

Feels good right? The voice said, and Harry found himself nodding

"Y-Yeah" he said, letting out a loud moan as his arms finished growing "Feels really good!"

Wanna feel this good for the rest of time?

"Y-Yes!" he half-shouted, half moaned as another hit of pleasure hit him hard. His legs had finished their changes and they had moved onto his chest now. Every nerve in his torso lit up like a Christmas tree, sending hits of pleasure through every neurotransmitter he had.

Good boy. Now listen very carefully, the voice said, Harry nodding along with every single word. I want you to think of all those complicated thoughts. Spells, manners, math, writing, humility, inhibitions. You can see them can't you? Just a big glob smack in the middle of your brain?

"Y-Yes!" the raven haired gasped, a similar gasp coming from all around him. His torso was rapidly changing, his chest sculpting into something that was seen on statues. A perfect six-pack, pecs that could be smacked by rock and shatter the stone.Body hair curling and falling off, as well as any blemish. Scars, pimples, moles, all of them were evaporated by the potion as it shifted Harry into a living statue. And each single change sent even more pleasure through his body, his jockstrap struggling to keep his massive twitching member in line.

Those thoughts, those are the things that are keeping you from feeling this good all the time. The voice said, and Harry felt himself growing angry.

"Bad thoughts!" he shouted in his new american accent, something that was echoed by all those around him "Want them gone!"

That's right. Those thoughts are the only thing stopping you from feeling amazing all the time. From showing everyone how amazing you are. They are bad thoughts. They should be ejected

"Yes!" Harry growled, his eyes growing dimmer as he let out another colossal moan

They need to be replaced. Their place taken by better thoughts. Thoughts that let you feel this good at all times. You want that, don't you?

"Yes! I want these thoughts gone! I want new ones!" Harry said, desperation clear in his voice as the pleasure of his transformation overwhelmed him. He would have agreed to anything at this point.

Good boy. I want you to take that last bit of clothes off the voice said, and Harry reached down with his new bigger hands and pulled down his strap. He moaned as his newly enlarged member sprung out, being hit by the colder air of the outside. Good boy! Now, I want you to see those bad thoughts. See that bad glob inside of your brain. Do you see it?

"Yes!" Harry gasped, nodding

Good. Now I want you to picture it moving. Slowly moving down your body, sending waves as it goes. The transforming young man moaned and nodded, seeing the described blob moving down his spine, shivers of pleasure running through his body as it went.Picture it at the base of your penis. See as it enters it, filling it to the point of bursting.

Harry moaned, louder than he had ever moaned in his life. His cock twitched again, bouncing up and down with need like never before.

That's right. Now, let them out. Get rid of them!

Harry moaned as he buckled, thrusting his now muscular hips forwards as he shouted in ecstasy. He thick stream of cum flowed out of his cock, splattering onto the grass. As the cum poured out, all those 'bad thoughts' poured out of him as well. Spells, inhibitions, shame, all of these things disappeared from his brain. And in their place new thoughts took their place. A smile of confidence grew on his face, knowledge of sports flooded in and replaced understanding of spells, interest in girls flew out and was replaced by an attraction to other guys. His shyness was replaced by an ego that would put others to shame. Soon he stopped cumming and smiled. The boy who lived was gone, and in his place was a dumb himbo.

"FUCK I needed that one!" he said, a dumb grin on his face as he flexed his arms and stood up, The voice in his head and the voice coming out of his mouth. As he did, the smoke had cleared up. Around him, he saw three other guys in much the same situation, puddles of their cum in front of them as they flexed and moaned.

"Fuck me Dean!" Ron moaned, standing up and smiling at this friend "You gotta get us more of that potion bro! This shit is awesome!"

"Fuck yeah it is!" Malfoy said, a low chuckle coming out of him as he stood up and put his arm around Harry's and Ron's shoulders. Half an hour ago, Harry would have punched him for that one, but right now he couldn't even feel anger towards him.]

"Hell yeah!" Dean said with a smirk "I think I've got like, three more of em!"

"Perfect!" Harry cheered, grinning at his fellow himbos "Sorry ya can't come Draco. We'll make sure to save ya some bro"

"Heh, don't call me that bro" the blonde said, giving Harry a light punch on the arm "That name fucking sucks. Call me....." he blinked for a minute, clearly thinking of a new name took a lot of effort but eventually he broke a bigger smile "Drake!"

"Drake it is bro!" Ron said with a chuckle "Much better name than Draco" he walked up to Drake and looked him over "Matches the hot muscle fucker in front of us, right?"

"Fuck yeah!" Harry and Dean said with a dumb chuckle, their cocks boucing up as they walked closer to Drake.

"Heh, well hard to not be hot as fuck when we look like this" Drake chuckled and grabbed his dick, giving it a squeeze

"Agreed!" Harry laughed, looking around the stadium "Hey, you think that dweeb is still up there?" he pointed at the stands were the potion had fallen from

"Maybe?" Dean said with a shrug "Why do you care about a loser like that?"

"Fuck, I don't" Harry chuckled, giving Dean a quick squeeze on the dick, which got a low moan from his fellow himbo "I do care he had a fucking camera"

"Ooooh! Good thinking!" Drake said with a chuckle

"Yeah! Bods like ours deserve pics!" Ron agreed

"I was thinking of taking pics doing more than just that" Harry chuckled as Dean dashed up to the stands. A minute later, the dark skinned himbo called down with a grin

"The dork is still napping! And his camera is still working!" he called down

"Fuck yeah!" Drake said as he moved next to Harry and Ron "Come on D! Take a pic!"

"Heh alright! Get in position bros" he called down to them as he pointed the device. The three other himbos moved next to each other and grabbed each other's members. Dean smirked and snapped the picture, grinning at em. "You three gonna leave it there?"

"Fuck no!" the other three called out and began rubbing, moaning loudly as they did so.

Harry smiled in between moans. Standing in the field with the three hottest guys he'd ever met in his life, his body looking like the peak of someone his age, he couldn't help but grin

"This year is gonna be fucking amazing!"