The Truth About Leather...
"Mister Potter!" I snap, Harry my mind tells me, but I ignore it. "Come and try this Veritaserum, now," he glares at me, fear shining in his deep green eyes, he's so much older than he should be. He's so different from James, too, looks better as well... My mind supplies and I sneer at it slightly.
"Tilt your head back and swallow when I say," I murmur delicately cupping the back of his head, my fingers sliding through the thick unruly hair. I pour three drops onto his tongue, "Swallow," I tell him and he does so.
His pupils slowly dilate and small beads of perspiration form on his nose.
"What is your name?" I ask a simple question first.
"Harry James Potter," he murmurs, his voice heavy and slightly rusty.
"And you are a Gryffindor, correct?"
"The Sorting Hat thought I should be in Slytherin..." his voice trails off. That's interesting I decide.
I wave my hand at the class and point at who may ask a question.
"Boxers or briefs?" Malfoy smirks flicking his blonde hair back.
"Boxers," Harry answers.
"Boys or girls?" Parkinson asks snidely.
"Boys," How very different to James indeed, hm, Severus, just like you really... I mentally whack myself over the head for thinking such a thing.
"What is the sexiest outfit a person can wear?" Granger smiles softly, her voice wavering with the effort of not giggling.
"Boots, a simple white shirt, undone, and tight leather pants that caress every... single... curve, commando," his words burn into my skull, graduation is only one week away... and then, after 8 years of the insufferable brats who had come back because of the war last year would be gone, for good...
"Class dismissed," I yell as the bell rings and I pour the antidote down Harry's throat. He coughs slightly, and wipes the sweat from his brow. He smiles at me and then rushes out of the room. Curious young man isn't he, quite the looker... I can hear the Dumbledore in that statement.
I go about my day as usual, quite happy when the day is over. Tomorrow is the final Hogsmeade visit of the year and I was going to buy a pair of leather pants, for graduation, and I was going to make sure they were a pair I'd have to apparate into, or have too big and then fit themselves to me...
The smirk on my face must have shown I was plotting something as Albus asked me quietly if I was okay at dinner.
"Perfectly fine," my voice comes out as a purr and I find myself staring, honestly just staring like a love sick teenager, at Harry. Mentally berating myself, I stalk from the Great Hall and down to my rooms.
I sit in the large armchair in front of the fire, staring deep into the crackling warmth. Leather, Harry likes leather, not just likes, probably has wet-dreams about leather. Suddenly the fire seems cool as my body heats up, my blood pumping into one specific area.
I set about getting a hot shower ready and moan as the deliriously warm water washes over me. My hands travel down my chest, slowly moving further south, until one hand wraps firmly around the base of my engorged cock and the other cups my balls.
I stroke my hardness firmly, pictures of Harry joining me in the water, his well toned Seekers' body glistening with the water, his cock curled upwards towards his stomach, his hand replacing mine stroking my cock faster and faster.
"Harry," I gasp roughly as my come splatters my chest. I breathe deeply through my nose as I come down from the highs of orgasm, rinsing my seed from my body. I leave the shower and dry off quickly, dressing in my silk boxers and climbing into my large, warm bed.