"So Ron said that..." 

Harry couldn't think straight. He was so tired and his eyelids felt heavy. He lifted his head up and looked at the boy with the deep blue eyes. Perfect skin, a great smile with impossibly bright teeth, strong chiseled features. What was there not to like? He noticed the details of the boy's body. His legs were as big as his upper body, in perfect proportion. Harry liked that. He was glad the boy's legs weren't skinny, glad he wasn't scrawny like himself. The boy was buff and had impressive nipples on his perfectly built chest. 

"Don't worry," he was saying, "you'll marry the girl and settle down one day and have kids. In the meantime..." 

Harry had wrapped his towel around his waist and the boy's hands were tugging it, making it drop. When it did, and he saw Harry naked the boy smacked his lips. 

Harry scratched his forehead. He was trying to think of an ice-breaker so they could get to know each other, before they... 

"What's your name?" he said. 

"Alex, what's yours?" 

"Harry." He wondered how Alex would feel if he knew he was a wizard and had magical powers. 

"Let's lie down," Alex said. 

They crawled under the blanket and Harry felt Alex's hand touching his chest. He squeezed a nipple, pulling at it. 

"You like to be hurt, don't you?" 

Christ, how did he know that? 

Harry looked at Alex's face in the dim cavern, his skin tanned yet his hair pale butter blond. It reminded Harry of the sun. 

"Yes." 

Harry leaned against him, letting him work his nipple, pinching it, pulling it sharply, switching to the other nipple. 

"Good," he said. "You're going to have the night of your dreams." 

Harry knew his "yes" was what Alex wanted to hear and he shuddered because it was true, there was something inside that was attracted to pain, as if he wanted to be punished, but for what? Surviving while his parents were killed by Voldemort? Living while Dumbledore died? Whatever it was, he prepared for more pain from Alex, who turned him over and kissed him on the shoulder. Then he locked his legs around Harry's hips and the punishment began. 

Harry knew it was going to be rough from now on, that this was what Alex liked to do. He was going to be punished and there would be no escape. He relaxed, waiting for it to come. Wanting it. 

What Alex did to him over the next few hours was hot and cruel, but Harry didn't resist. Alex's earlier gentleness vanished and he became a wild animal. Harry clenched his fists, his knuckles white, but it didn't stop him screaming out, several times. 

Alex made grunting animal noises and Harry felt he was being battered by a bull. He had minor panic attacks wondering if Ron and Hermione heard their wild thrashings, screams and moans. 

Once in the night he heard the soft scraping of Ron's feet as he flitted across the cavernous chamber on his way to Hermione's blanket. He guessed that neither Ron nor Hermione had done anything with their partners other than mild snogging, a kiss and a cuddle. They loved each other too much for cheating. 

After what seemed like many hours of feeling he was just a receptacle for Alex's wildness, Alex suddenly stopped. 

"I'm going to get something to drink," he said. "Do you want anything?" 

"No," Harry murmured, his eyes closed. His buttocks felt raw and abused and he was near to tears. Yet he also felt strangely excited. Eventually he fell asleep. 

He woke up early, feeling butterflies in his stomach and bolted upright with one overwhelming thought: What have I done? How am I supposed to love Ginny after this? 

He was alone under the blanket. He got up and after taking a quick shower under the waterfall, he laid out his clothes. 

He heard footsteps approaching and saw Alex, impeccably dressed in his white robes, walking toward him. 

"Hello, lover. How was it?" 

Harry felt awkward in his grubby clothes that were caked with mud. 

"It was what I wanted," he said. 

At breakfast he couldn't finish fast enough. One of the group had brewed a pot of fresh coffee and he poured himself a cup. Then he shoved a piece of toast in his mouth and grabbed his backpack, eager to get away. He wanted to get out of there as quickly as he could. 

Hermione flew past him on her way to the bathroom. 

"There are trannies in this group!" she shrieked, laughing. 

Ron sauntered past, wearing his outdoor clothes, and Harry rasped in his ear: "Thanks for outing me, Ron!" 

Ron gave him a look like he thought Harry was pulling his leg. 

"I didn't say anything, honest." 

He walked away to join Hermione in the bathroom. 

So how did Alex know? 

Alex was standing some distance away, talking to a boy whose features looked hard and angry. Harry had told Alex that he, Ron and Hermione were off to see one more Magic Mountain before their trip came to an end. It was a blatant lie. Harry wanted to get away to deal with his confused feelings. Alex just shrugged and wished him a pleasant journey. The toast in Harry's stomach felt funny, as if it didn't mix with guilt. 

Harry walked over to join the two guys in their robes. 

"Harry, this is Grink," Alex said. 

Grink nodded. His expression was hard to read, but it didn't look friendly. 

"Well, Alex, Grink. It's time I said goodbye -," Harry began. 

Alex pulled him close and gave him a lip-smacking kiss. 

Harry stared at him in amazement, until nudged by Grink. 

"What the hell are you looking at?" 

He leveled Harry a look of death. Harry backed off and headed back to the refreshment table. He figured Grink was Alex's boyfriend. Out of everybody in the Koral group, he seemed to resent Harry and now his eyes were white hot with anger. 

"What did you two get up to last night?" Ron said, pouring coffee for Harry and himself. 

Harry puckered his mouth. 

"Don't ask." 

Ron smiled knowingly. "Don't worry, Harry. I won't ask and I won't tell." 

They sat sipping their coffee. Harry's mind raced with possibilities. With Grink on the scene, he knew he'd never end up living here with Alex. But would he ever get a chance to have kids? 

"So what's going to happen to me in the future?" he blurted to Ron. "Am I going to be able to marry Ginny, knowing what I know about myself?" 

"You've got to, Harry," Ron said. "You've got to do the right thing." 

Harry nodded and tried to hide his pain. Doing the right thing never felt so hard. How could he tell Ginny he had this crazy crush on a man called Alex who had brutalized him? 

Hermione joined them for a last coffee, then, with their backpacks slung over their shoulders, they waved goodbye to the Korals and trudged out of the cavern. 

Grink turned to Alex after they had gone. 

"What do you think, you wicked slut?" 

Alex smiled. "He'll be back. No girl in the world can give him what he wants like I can."

This is the last chapter, but there is room for a sequel. We know from the Deathly Hallows book that Harry eventually married Ginny and had kids to send to Hogwarts, but in this alternative Harry Potter world I've made, Harry may have to break his marriage vows and return to Alex who brings out his inner victim. What do you think? Read, vote, comment.