Dream
He began to walk down the stairs, wondering is people could smell the aniexty he was sure to be emitting. His mind was running faster then it ever had before and he knew what was to blame. The dream, the dream.
He was sitting at a desk in what appeared to be an empty class room. It seemed all too familiar. Alone with nothing, he sat quietly in the silence. Within moments, as if moving at the speed of light, a man stood behind him. The man did not speak and he did not move his body as he slowly began to breathe deep, hot, moist air down his spin. Only moments had passed but to him if felt as if it where hours. Slowly, the man standing behind him placed a firm hand on his shoulder. Even without knowing who that man was, he had never been so aroused in his life over such a simple touch. He could feel his trousers becoming tighter and tighter as the touch lengthened. His breath became uncontrollable as the man slowly began to bring another hand to his shoulder, gripping tighter. He further proceeded to run his hands slowly over his chest and about his robes. It was all he could do not to shudder at the touch. The man began removing each button at a slow but lusting pace. As the man began, he placed his head on his shoulder, slowly moving to lustfully kiss his neck; he felt a slight brush of long straight narrow hair. In that instant he knew it could not have been any other, and to his surprise this information only made him want more.
As he continued to walk to class, he thoughts became louder and louder in his mind, to the point he was sure other people could hear them as well. His heart began to pump uncontrollably as he took his first step into that very class room, only to have never been so pleased the man from his dream had not yet arrived. His thoughts continued, as he pondered and denied all reasons for that dream. He continued to tell himself it could not have been him, or that the pumpkin juice he had drunk before had set him in foul mood. But deep down, he knew the true reasoning.
He began to stride to his desk as he darted his eyes around the room. When he came across it, he almost became silently frantic. His assigned seat had been the exact seat from the dream and knowing who would soon arrive, he could not bare to sit there and keep all his sanity. He looked about quickly, hopping to find a near enough desk that wasn't occupied, so the switch would not seem so bold. To his luck he found a seat to the left of his own. He quickly sat, just in time to hear the room become silent as all too familiar foot steps became closer. And he knew it was him.
Suddenly he was snapped out of his thought as if being cut from a root, as a hand pressed firmly on his shoulder. And he knew in that moment, he was beyond the point of reason anymore.
"Mr. Potter do I need to remind you of assigned seating, or can the savoir of the wizarding world not find it himself?"
"Sorry Sir" Harry said, as he returned to the seat he was assigned, sure that it would never be the same.