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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Hugo_Weasley
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Hugo_Weasley, Albus_Severus_Potter, Lily_Luna_Potter
  Additional Tags:
      Dirty_Talk, Public_Sex, Incest
  Stats:
      Published: 2009-04-06 Words: 4022
****** Breaking the Rules ******
by snarkyscorp
Summary
     The Annual Weasley Family Picnic turns out to be much more than Harry
     bargained for, but he can't help but enjoy it.
Notes
     Written for
     [[info]]
nolagal for [[info]]hp_springsmut.
See the end of the work for more notes
The summer after Harry's divorce, he felt like an outsider attending the annual
Weasley Family Picnic, something that had always previously been such a
wonderful event that was close to his heart. The Weasley family had grown so
large that it was hard to fit everyone into the Burrow these days, so they'd
taken to gathering in a specified theme park once every year. Nearly every
member of the Weasley family had children, and those who didn't occasionally
had partners or friends close enough to be warranted part of the clan. And
beyond actual family members, there was also the matter of friends so near and
dear, Grandma Weasley considered them family at any rate, like Neville and
Luna, who were regulars every year with their own families. It was clear why
they needed a whole park to fit them all in.
"Albus, please don't get into trouble," Harry called. It was still hard
watching his eighteen-year-old son go off on his own, and as the Muggle
amusement park in the fields of south Ireland was sprawling and endless, Harry
worried at the kinds of trouble Albus would easily get himself in.
"Come off it, Dad," Albus whined. "I've been of age for over a year--you'd
think you might get used to the idea of me going off on my own. Scorpius!"
Albus hurled himself across the field, towards a tall blond who so resembled
Draco, sometimes it scared Harry.
Harry approached, despite his best intentions, and forced a smile at Scorpius,
who was desperately trying to pry Albus' arms off him. "Hello, Scorpius."
"Hello, Mr. Potter," Scorpius drawled, his interest focused entirely on Albus.
"A little privacy please, Dad?" Albus asked, quirking a single, defiant brow at
Harry.
Smile faltering, Harry nodded. "Right. I'll just, um, find Lily."
As the two boys stumbled away into the crowd, Harry sighed and dragged his
hands through his hair, which was starting to gray. Bloody hell, he wasn't even
fifty yet, for the love of Merlin.
Strolling along the gate of the park, Harry found a solitary bench and plopped
down on it. These days, getting Lily away from her mother was a lucky
occurrence, and Harry didn't truly fancy being the target of Ginny's
underhanded comments about his sexuality. Sure, Harry had a brief crisis in
which he thought he might fancy blokes, but that didn't mean he didn't love
Ginny any less. It was a shame to end their marriage over one single slip-up.
Harry was sure Ginny must have had one or two over the years, and he'd have
easily forgiven her. After he'd killed the bloke she cheated on him with, of
course.
"Hey, Dad!"
Harry looked up, only to see Lily bounding towards him, Hugo Weasley in tow
behind her with a frown on his face.
"Just the beautiful princess I was looking for," Harry said, grinning as he
stood and embraced his daughter, ruffling her red hair.
"Dad, don't muss it!" Lily snapped, pulling away to primp herself.
Harry was still getting used to seeing his children grow up, but every time
Lily asked for makeup or a new, fashionable swimsuit, or curled her hair before
a family gathering, Harry was faced with her adolescence and impending
adulthood. It was startling, as it seemed just yesterday Lily had cuddled
against Harry's side because she was afraid to sleep alone in her own bed.
Hugo nodded to Harry before looking away, hands shoved into the pockets of what
could only be described as skintight jeans. They were faded in the way Harry
noticed all jeans these days were, and they were fashionably torn and frayed
about his thighs and knees. Hugo's hair, a reddish-brown fauxhawk, was gelled
and thick, his blue eyes hidden behind thick-rimmed square spectacles. A lip
ring hugged the curve of his plump lower lip.
Looking him over, Harry spotted a single, slim chain that swept down from his
right pocket, and Harry noticed with a start the rainbow colors adorning each
link. It was almost amusing just how many of the Weasley clan turned out
homosexual or at least curious enough to be intrigued by the same sex. Still,
it was almost surprising to Harry that Hugo would be so inclined. Hugo had
always seemed above dating and sex in general. Then again, he was a sixteen-
year-old boy; of course he was interested in sex.
"Having a good time, Hugo?" Harry asked, trying to lighten the vibe the young
Weasley was giving off.
Hugo turned to Harry and quirked a fine, red brow. "Smashing," he murmured,
voice drawling and disinterested.
Hugo looked like he would have been having a better time peeling his own skin
off.
"Hugo's pissy because Albus is off with Scorpius," Lily said, giggling. "He's
jealous."
Harry blanched a bit. "Albus is your cousin..."
Hugo's face was so red that Harry couldn't see a single freckle on his normally
pale cheeks.
"Shut it, Lils," Hugo growled, nudging her. "Or I'll tell Harry about your
crush."
Lily paled. "You wouldn't."
Harry turned to his daughter. "Who is he?"
"Oh Merlin's balls, Dad!" Lily snapped. "Nobody. And forget what I said about
Hugo, would you? Bloody insane, you boys."
"Your dad's a bit older than a boy, mind," Hugo said.
"Thanks for reminding us," Harry said, through gritted teeth.
"Can we just go on the bloody Ferris wheel already? Mum said I had to ride on
something with you before we get tattoos or I can't get one."
"Tattoos?!" Harry floundered.
Lily grinned and wrapped her arm around Harry's, leading him. "Henna, Dad. It
comes off."
"It had better."
"Honestly, Uncle Ron let Hugo get his lip pierced. What's the big deal?"
Harry rolled his eyes. If Harry let his children do half the things Ron let
his... "Let is the operative word, Lily."
As they stood in line for the Ferris wheel, Harry tried to think of topics of
conversation, but he was somewhat distracted by Hugo's sudden interest in the
Muggle Ferris wheel operator. Hugo was grinning his wide-toothed grin, eyes
half-lidded and predatory. It was weird to think Hugo might already be sexually
active at his age. That meant Lily or Albus might be as well, thoughts Harry
preferred to keep out of his head. Even as James had just turned twenty, it was
still hard to think of him as an adult.
"Stop that," Harry found himself saying. Both Lily and Hugo turned to look at
him. When Lily realized he wasn't talking to her, she took the chance to sneak
out of his parental perimeter.
"Stop what?" Hugo asked, eyes narrowed. When Harry didn't immediately answer,
Hugo leaned forward and brushed against Harry's shoulder as he reached towards
the Ferris wheel operator. "So you were saying?" Hugo's tongue licked out over
his lip ring.
Harry's pulse raced. Reaching out, he took ahold of Hugo's chin and jerked his
face away from the other boy. "I said, stop it." Surprised by the gruff sound
of his own voice, he was taken aback even more by how attractive Hugo was up
close. All pale skin, light freckles, and bright eyes.
Hugo blinked. Slowly, his lips spread back into that large, full grin, lips
slightly pursed. "Oh, Uncle Harry," he whispered. The sound of Hugo's deep
voice sent thrills through Harry's body. "You always were such a prude."
Harry was about to argue the point when Hugo nudged him forward with a bump of
his hips.
"Our turn," Hugo hummed, gesturing to the open cart in the Ferris wheel.
Frantically, Harry turned to look for Lily. "Lily!" he called. "Bloody hell,
her mum's going to murder me for this."
"Just get in," Hugo said, forcing Harry towards the Ferris wheel and into the
barely-room-for-two compartment.
The seat swung as Harry climbed in. Hugo scooted in close beside him, and Harry
wondered when he'd begun to sweat so profusely. Wiping his brow, he glanced
outside the cage to look for his daughter, who he spotted shortly after with an
older bloke with dark black hair and more piercings and tattoos than Harry
could count.
"Let her go," Hugo said.
With surprising tenderness, Hugo rested his hand to Harry's thigh. It was a
motion meant to still him from charging out of the compartment to find Lily,
but it sent another wave of pleasure surging through Harry's body. It had,
after all, been nearly a year since he'd fucked anybody. The bloke he'd been
seeing behind Ginny's back was a mistake, and Harry had ended that relationship
as swift as he could. There were so many blokes interested in fucking the
legend of Harry Potter, but none he considered as more than a passing thought.
And for Merlin's sake, Hugo was his nephew.
The Ferris wheel surged forward and Harry jumped at the sound of the wheels
grinding to lift them. His eyes met Hugo's, and he opened his mouth to speak
but found himself floundering for an excuse to stare just a moment longer. Hugo
was bloody handsome.
With a chuckle, Hugo removed his hand. "So it's true, then," he whispered,
tipping his head back listlessly. "You do fancy blokes." Hugo reached into the
front pocket of his torn jean jacket and to Harry's astonishment pulled out a
pack of cigarettes. "I always knew it. I told Lily even before your divorce
that you were a poofter."
Only when Hugo reached for his wand--presumably to light his cigarette--did
Harry react. Reaching out, he snatched the wand from him and stared
incredulously. Hugo blinked almost innocently at him, the slim white cigarette
hanging limp from his full lips.
"You going to light it for me? What a gentleman."
"Bloody hell--not only are you too young for those, but they'll kill you. And
the Ministry will have you banned from Hogwarts for underage magic."
Hugo rolled his eyes. "Not with Head Auror Harry Potter to vouch for me.
Anyway, I'm old enough to do what I want. Dad says--"
"Yeah, well your dad's a right git." The words flew out of Harry's mouth before
he had the sense to stop them. But it was true; Ron's parental decisions were
less than brilliant. Hermione was the one with common sense--Ron just dolled
out the kinds of gifts that made his children flock to his side when they
wanted something from him.
To Harry's surprise, Hugo snorted with derisive laughter. "Well, yeah, of
course. You say it like that should shock me. I know my dad's a bit mental, but
I like him that way. I'll take his leniency any day over your overprotective
Auror mode."
"I am not overprotective."
"Then tell me you wouldn't rather be chasing down Lily's new beau than having a
decent conversation with me in this wheel."
The Ferris wheel jerked again, and Harry realized dimly they'd already gone
around twice. It seemed like hours ago when Harry had even thought about Lily
and the older bloke she'd snuck off with. While Harry wanted to argue further
about his parenting skills, he knew even then that Hugo was right. Over-
protectiveness was in his nature as an Auror and parent.
"Anyway, can I please just have this one smoke?" Hugo asked, the cigarette
still bobbing between his lips.
Harry studied his nephew closely, taking in the fullness of his mouth and how
the lip ring fit so snug against his swollen lower lip. Hugo's pale face was
littered with artistic freckles, spattered across the bridge of his nose and
his high cheekbones. Pale blue eyes hid behind the dark square rims of his
thick-framed glasses. And his hair--his bloody tragic fauxhawk. Harry had never
seen a boy so handsome in his life.
Unable to help himself, Harry reached for his own wand. Pressing the tip
against Hugo's cigarette, it lit instantly, the magic sizzling on the butt of
its slender, white stick. Hugo inhaled, cheeks sucked in briefly, and then
closed his eyes with the exhale, smoke slithering out of his flared nostrils.
Harry found his mouth had gone dry, and he was gripping his wand so hard he
feared it might snap in two.
"Want to try it?" Hugo asked, taking one more long puff before he extended the
offering towards Harry. "It's better than sex, I swear."
"Doubtful," Harry croaked. Still, he took the cigarette tentatively and held it
to his lips. "Anyway, you shouldn't be having sex at your age."
"Oh please." Hugo leaned back, surveying Harry as he attempted his first
inhale. "Everybody has sex at sixteen these days, and I'm nearly seventeen. I
make my own rules, remember?"
Harry choked on the inhale and passed the cigarette back to Hugo. "That's
disgusting."
"Me having sex or the fag?" Hugo was grinning so wide it seemed he had too many
teeth filling his perfect mouth.
"The fag," Harry breathed, trying very hard to also sound disinterested in Hugo
having sex. He knew he had failed fairly miserably, because now it was all he
could think about--just Hugo, riding some bloke's dick as he puffed on his
cigarette and arched delicately with each thrust.
As Hugo chuckled, smoke slithered out of his nostrils. "I can't believe you've
never smoked before. My dad told me you were pretty reckless in school--
I thought he meant more to it than just skipping an occasional course to have
tea with a professor."
Hugo yawned, tipping his head back as he inhaled another long drag. The wind
whizzed through the cage, carrying Hugo's exhale of smoke with it. Harry
couldn't stop watching the boy, the way he held himself, the purse of his lips
that were begging for kisses, the bob of his Adam's apple when he swallowed,
the look on his face when he pulled at the cigarette. Harry couldn't believe
he'd never noticed Hugo in this way before. It seemed ages since Harry had seen
Hugo tramping along after his older sister, tugging at Hermione's skirts for
attention or fussing near Ron for playtime. Hugo had grown up so fast.
"I really didn't have time to smoke when I was in school," Harry said, his
voice low and dangerous.
Hugo turned to look at him, tipping his head just so with a grin. "Yeah, I
forgot. You were busy saving the world."
Harry surveyed Hugo again, their eyes meeting in a rush of blue and green. Hugo
leaned in as he inhaled the last of his cigarette and reached one arm across
Harry's right shoulder to flick the butt carelessly out of the cage. When he
exhaled, Harry breathed in the smoke and the scent of Hugo. He wore a cheap
cologne, no doubt Ron's, but there was an underlying scent of pine and oak
underneath that Harry recognized instantly.
Hugo's lips parted and he pressed them gingerly against Harry's. Unprepared,
Harry didn't have time to move away. There was nothing to do but allow it to
happen, the moment tentative between them as the cage swung back and forth with
the whim of the wheel. Back stiff against the bench, Harry felt crowded as Hugo
scooted even closer, hand pressing warm to Harry's thigh. Hugo's tongue urged
Harry's lips to part and then swept into his mouth. When Hugo groaned, it was
feral, like a wild beast, and Harry hardened from its reverberations against
his tongue.
Reaching out, Harry gripped as much of Hugo as he dared, fingers digging
roughly into the curve of his shoulder. Just as Harry tipped his head to allow
the kiss to deepen, the wheel wheezed and shook, trembling to a halt. Their
cage rocked back and forth so jarringly that Hugo fell out of his seat.
Instincts practiced, Harry was there before he fully collapsed, hauling Hugo up
to his feet.
"You all right?" Harry croaked, looking up at Hugo's tall form before him.
Hugo's t-shirt had bunched up at his skinny torso, jeans hanging low on his
narrow hips, a strip of pale flesh at his stomach bared. It was exquisite in
the slivers of light shining through the cage. "I think the wheel's stopped."
"Damn Muggle contraptions," Hugo purred, running his fingers through Harry's
hair as he moved forward and stood before him. "I always warned Grandpa not to
fiddle with mechanics. Muggle shit is always breaking down like this."
"You shouldn't curse so much." Floundering for an excuse to pull away, Harry
struggled to find any reason at all to do so. Hugo's fingers charted their way
through his hair like he knew just what Harry liked--a little massage here, a
nick of his bitten fingernails there, and then a gentle tug that was just
right.
"Oh really, professor?" Hugo teased, leaning down to press his lips to Harry's
cheek. "What else shouldn't I do? This?" With a whip of his hand, Harry's belt
was deftly undone at his waist. "Or this?" The zipper of his fly slid down
eagerly. With every notch it dropped, Harry felt the pulse of his cock throb.
"Hugo, stop it." Harry gripped Hugo's wrists, pulling the boy's hands from him.
"I should check to see what's happening. We're--"
"All alone, trapped in a cage at the top of the Ferris wheel," Hugo finished
with a chuckle.
Harry glanced outside. He hadn't even bothered to notice they were at the very
top. Perhaps nothing was broken at all and they were merely stopped at the
bottom to let riders off. Harry could hear conversations drifting in and out
from other cages, and he wondered if anyone could hear the two of them.
"Come on, Uncle Harry. You know you want to. I've seen how you look at me, and
I know why you and Aunt Ginny divorced." Hugo's fingers twined with Harry's as
he dropped to his knees. "I promise not to tell."
Mesmerized by Hugo's bright eyes, Harry found his throat dry. Though his mouth
bobbed open once or twice, Harry couldn't for the life of him think of any kind
of response except fuck yes, blow me for the love of Merlin, which was
certainly not an appropriate retort. And yet, it had been so bloody long since
anybody had taken it upon themselves to seduce Harry, let alone anyone so
handsome, young. Harry felt for the first time in his life incredibly weak.
Hugo unbuttoned Harry's trousers the rest of the way and gave them a good tug.
Harry slipped a bit on the seat and groaned as Hugo bent down and mouthed over
his clothed cock. Unable to help himself, Harry's trembling fingers sought
Hugo's hair. The gel in it was hard and awkward--Harry was used to gripping
hair, pulling it, jerking at it. Instead, he cupped Hugo's head and applied
pressure.
"That's better," Hugo groaned. "I'm so hard for you already. Do you know you're
my ultimate fantasy? I can have anyone, but I want you, have always wanted
you."
"Just...damn it, Hugo, just do it if you're going to do it." Harry knew he
didn't sound like himself, but whoever he sounded like seemed to be the kind of
bloke Hugo was interested in as Hugo grunted his approval. "Like that?" Harry
ventured, nails scraping Hugo's scalp, leaving red marks at the back of his
neck. "Like hearing me tell you what to do?"
"Love it," Hugo growled.
When Hugo pulled Harry's erection free from his trousers, it took all Harry had
in him not to come just from the touch alone. And when Hugo's lips wrapped
around the thick, swollen head, Harry couldn't help the groan of pleasure he
let loose. Tipping his head back, Harry rode his hips up to meet Hugo's warm
mouth. The lip ring that had been catching Harry's eye all afternoon brushed
against the thick veins of his dick, an added bonus for the impressive blowjob
Hugo was giving him. Hugo's tongue wrapped around him, licked at every angle,
and Hugo demonstrated 'deep throating' better than Harry had ever experienced.
The Ferris wheel jerked to life, and Harry's cock shoved deep into Hugo's mouth
as the boy tipped forward unsteadily. Gagging, Hugo pulled away with a chuckle,
but before he could say something snarky, Harry gripped as much of his fauxhawk
as he could manage and yanked it forward, impaling Hugo on his dick. Holding
Hugo steady as the Ferris wheel lurched forward, Harry fucked the boy's mouth
hard as he dared.
"You love it," Harry grunted, gritting his teeth in pleasure. "You take me so
deep, yeah, right down your pretty throat, till your lip ring slides against my
balls."
Hugo whimpered against him, his long, pale fingers clawing at Harry's thighs.
When Hugo looked up at him, blue eyes striking in the sunlight, Harry came with
a hiss.
Hugo struggled to swallow it all but managed to do a better job than Harry
could have said for himself. The Ferris wheel stopped to let off another
passenger, then moved, then let off another. Hugo pulled off him, releasing his
dick with a resounding smack of his lips.
"Fucking monster of a dick you've got there," Hugo moaned, rolling his jaw and
massaging it tenderly. "It's perfect. Shit, look at me."
Harry looked down at Hugo's trousers, only to note a thick wet stain at his
crotch. The idea that he'd made the boy come in his pants just from a blowjob,
without any real physical contact, turned Harry on beyond all doubt. If he'd
have been younger, he'd have bent Hugo over the bench and fucked him blind.
The Ferris wheel moved again and Harry suddenly realized where they were.
Struggling, he managed to zip himself up without getting his dick caught, and
he reached for his wand. Casting a cleanup spell since Hugo wasn't allowed
underage magic, Harry impatiently attempted to set the boy's hair right as
well.
"I don't think you get the concept of a fauxhawk, Uncle," Hugo drawled as he
felt his hair, which was cocked now at an odd angle off to the right, gelled
hairs hanging in every direction.
"Sorry," Harry said, panting.
Moments after Hugo managed to right himself on the bench beside Harry, the
Ferris wheel jolted forward again and it was their turn to disembark. Harry
watched Hugo saunter out of the cage without a care in the world, and Harry
stumbled clumsily after him. Though he approached Hugo when they were clear of
the wheel, Lily intercepted their conversation.
"Sorry I blew you off, Dad," she whined.
Harry was so caught off guard by her language that he jumped, eyes wide. "You
what?" he gasped.
Hugo snorted. "No worries, Lil. I kept him occupied." Harry shot Hugo a warning
look, but Lily didn't seem to notice. "Anyway, Harry wanted to talk to me about
the Auror Program over dinner, so you're free to go off with your new little
boyfriend."
"Really?" Lily breathed, shaking her head in disbelief. "No, you know what? I'm
not going to wait around for you to change your mind." Leaning up, she kissed
Harry's cheek and rushed off into the carnival crowd.
Harry stood still, once again trying to get his brain on the same wave length
as the rest of the world. It was still concentrating on how good Hugo's mouth
had felt on his dick and how badly he wanted another go.
Hugo pressed forward, nudging Harry into the space between a ticket stand and
the operator's booth for the Ferris wheel. "Next time, it's my turn," Hugo
whispered, pressing Harry's palm between his legs, where Harry could feel a
hard bulge.
Harry groaned wantonly but had the sense to pull his hand away before someone
saw. "We have to keep this secret," Harry agreed.
"If by keeping it secret you mean fucking me senseless in the nearest loo, I'm
all for it."
Harry began to wonder if he'd ever be able to keep up, but when Hugo gripped a
handful of his hair and captured his mouth for a kiss, it was all Harry could
do to try.
 

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End Notes
     If you liked this story, there's a sequel as well: No_Excuse_for
     Lethargy.
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