This story was inspired by my friend; who was caught between a hard place, and a "hard place". It begins where most of mine do: a hallway.
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He gasped as a tongue trailed his ear. A blush painted his cheeks as blood rushed "southward". He didn't want anyone to know that he was caught between a man and a "hard place".
The cold water rushed down on him.
"Why'd I have to dream about that? About him?"
Harry Potter was Student Council President. Second only to the Student President, Tom Riddle Jr.
Since the election, he had started having these dreams. When he won, Tom Riddle himself had congratulated him and welcomed him to the council. He held out his hand and offered it to Harry. When they shook, a shiver ran down his spine. And he's had those dreams ever since.
He turned off the shower, so lost in his thoughts that he forgot to cover himself as he walked into the locker-room. And he didn't even notice until he accidentally ran into, no other than, Tom Marvolo Riddle.
"Mr. Potter... Um... Are you aware of your... ahem... lack of coverage?"
Harry looked up suddenly, then looked down just as quickly. His head snapped up again in realization of his predicament. A certain "south part" rose at all the attention, making the young teen turn 17 shades of red.
"Um... Mr. Potter...?" He had noticed the new "situation".
With an undignified squeak, Harry fled the scene. Leaving a smirking Tom behind.
Wow... That seemed better when I was writing it. Now that I'm reading it, not so much. Well... Review if you like. Much luv!