'Enraged'

*Chapter 1 of 2 showing how Cormac executed his revenge on Harry after not getting picked for the Gryffindor team. Contains lemony slash, but the story is not really explicit until the second chapter. All characters and details are property of J.K Rowling etc… blah blah blah. Please R & R. The second and final chapter will come tomorrow.*

Cormac McLaggen stormed into the Gryffindor changing rooms, filled with bucket loads of rage. He shoved open the door and slammed it behind him, creating a horrendous racket as the sound echoed around the room. He ripped off his shoulder pads and the rest of his Gryffindor kit, dumping them on a bench in the centre of the room. This left him in his tight, white underwear as he headed to the showers. Every muscle that he had on his athletic body shuddered when he stomped aggressively to the shared showers.

Harry Potter was in the Captain's office that adjoined to the changing room. It was a small, dark, dingy space allocated to the captain of the house Quidditch team for him/her to work out strategies for the matches. The room was bare. Previous captain, Oliver Wood, hadn't left Harry with much. There was a small whiteboard secured to the back wall underneath an aged Gryffindor banner. A manual to the rules of Quidditch lay unopened on a metal desk that was accompanied by a small but sturdy metal stool. It was on the latter which Harry was sat, holding his head in his hands. He had no clue how the Gryffindor team that he had just created would beat any of the other teams in this year's season. They were verging on hopeless. He was interrupted briefly as the changing room door slammed loudly. Harry thought that it must have been the last of the team leaving in order to go to lunch. Then he returned to his session of deep thought.

McLaggen thumped the button for the shower with so much power that it almost dented the wall behind it. He, being 17, had now fully developed his body so that it was muscled and toned in every possible place. His strong arms were just the tip of the iceberg. The tepid water of the shower ran over his curly, dusty blonde hair across his broad shoulders and down over his chiseled chest. Cormac was furious that he hadn't been given the position of Keeper after the try-outs. According to him, it was 'complete bloody favoritism' from 'that bastard Harry Potter'. He continued to shout out obscenities towards Harry and others loudly in his rage. Cormac knew that he deserved the place more than the 'clumsy oaf' that was Ronald Weasley. He also knew that he had been Confunded as he faced the fifth and final penalty. But that could have been anyone, he had plenty of enemies. He was extremely worked up as he began to lather his thick muscular legs with the soap; starting at his feet continuing upwards to his crotch that held his large package, currently cupped by the tight briefs.

Harry was disturbed from his chain of thought for a second time when he heard someone swearing loudly. The sound seemed to originate from the showers. Harry went to investigate as he was determined to give the perpetrator a piece of his mind for interrupting his strategy planning. He left the room and crossed the changing room to the showers. As he turned the corner, Harry saw Cormac at the furthest shower, bent over as he was washing his ankles. Harry paused. He admired the amazingly rounded and muscled butt that Cormac was flaunting, through his almost-invisible underwear. The white cotton had been drenched from the water of the shower, making the briefs almost see-through, to Harry's delight. He could make out the shadow of something large dangling, inside the briefs, but still in Harry's line of sight. For a moment, he wondered why he had come over here as he gazed in awe at the behind of the stud. Then he remembered, and his rage built up again.

'Would you stop making all that noise? I'm trying to work!' Harry shouted so that Cormac could hear him over the gushing of the water. Cormac stood bolt upright and turned to face Harry with a furious look on his otherwise handsome face.

'Would you stop being such a biased son-of-a-bitch and pick me as Keeper.'

'Cormac, you lost. Get over it and stop being such a sore loser.'

'I have been practicing my keeping for the past hour. And I never let in one quaffle. And you're telling me that I'm better than that jammy git Weasley?'

'That doesn't matter Cormac. You missed it in the try outs, when it matters. Hard luck.' Fury spread across McLaggen's deep green eyes instantaneously. He marched over to where Harry was standing. Cormac picked up the smaller boy and held him up against the wall with one arm. Harry spluttered as Cormac held him by the neck, cutting off his air supply. Harry had left his wand back on the desk, leaving him unarmed and at the powerful boy's mercy.

'I was Confunded, Potter. Was it you? Did you do it so that your bum-chum Weasley could make the squad?'

'No. I didn't do it.' Harry croaked. Cormac released his grip on Harry's throat, making him drop to the ground. But Cormac didn't move away. He blocked Harry with his imposing physique, resting his arms on the wall either side of Harry's head, making escape impossible for the smaller boy. His naked chest was inches from Harry's face. Once he recovered, Harry took in the beauty of this perfect chest that was so close to him. He looked down and saw the rows of prominent abs and below them, the promising equipment that Cormac had, restrained by his underwear. Unfortunately for Harry, the material wasn't as see-through at the front so he didn't get a glimpse of the man's meat.

Cormac didn't miss how Harry was ogling his body. He smirked and pressed his chest into Harry's face further, so that his sculpted pecs were resting on Harry's nose.

'Like what you see, don't you Potter?' Cormac stated arrogantly because he knew already that Harry liked what he saw. 'It's a shame you didn't make me keeper, because you could have had all of this, whenever you wanted. I doubt that Weasley has a perfect body like mine.'

Harry whimpered with regret as Cormac's delicious body rested against his own. He even tried to extend his tongue so that he could taste Cormac's hard nipple that was a mere inch from his mouth. But Cormac pulled away.

'Tut, tut, Potter. Look but don't touch.' Cormac paused in thought. 'Unless, you reconsider my appointment to the team.' he said mischievously.

Harry knew that if he suddenly chose McLaggen for keeper, questions would be asked. That was not an option. But then again, he longed for Cormac's hot body. But he couldn't have it for the moment.

It was in the summer when Harry had realised that he was gay. All that time he spent on the trains, he was actually following the ones he thought were the fittest. He got lucky a couple of times, but none of them had anything on Cormac's height, muscle or stunning good looks.

'You know that I can't change my decision Cormac. Although, I would if I could.' With that Cormac shoved Harry against the wall as his rage resurfaced. But then he strode away, back to his shower, to finish off washing the glistening sweat from his torso.

Harry guiltily walked back to his office, disappointed that he chose Ron over McLaggen. Ron wouldn't sexually please him like Cormac would've.

Meanwhile, Cormac was still fuming as he dried himself with his towel in the changing room. He began to plot his revenge on Potter. There was no better time than the present. But on the other hand, he knew that he had to get rid of his anger as soon as possible because if he returned to the castle like this, he was guaranteed to do something regrettable. What would relieve his anger and be a suitable act of revenge? And then it occurred to him.

Sex.

He grabbed his wand from his trouser pocket and, not bothering to clothe himself, strutted to Harry's office. He burst open the door and muttered 'Incarcerous' so that ropes erupted from his wand and bound Harry to the chair that he sat in. Harry exclaimed in surprise as his waist was tied up by the rope. Then Harry, with his arms free reached for his wand which lay on the desk. Cormac uttered a quick 'Expelliarmus' and then Harry was disarmed.

'Cormac! What are you doing?' Harry questioned enraged.

'You should refer to me as 'sir' if you don't want this to feel any more painful than it's already going to be.' Cormac stated authoritatively, his wand in hand.