All right, so I'd like to start this off by saying that I'm not going to tell you who I paired Harry with. This will be slash and you probably won't even begin to guess what the pairing is, if you really want to know, you're just going to have to stick around and read this, then press the pretty little review button, kay?

Also, the other person will be an OC…kind of. In saying that the character isn't portrayed in the book as an actual character…you'll figure it out.

There is a high possibility of this being MPREG, because I tend to lean toward stories like that, even though the thought terrifies me (as a man who can indeed get pregnant…but we're not going into that).

Anywho, standard disclaimer inserted here; if I owned the Harry Potter universe…well I doubt they'd be selling it to children.

Ah…and I didn't really want to list warnings as a whole, so I'm just going to list warnings per chapter, kay? Kay.

So…warnings for this chapter: smut, I was going to put mild, but that is questionable

"You okay, mate? You look a tad bit peaky." Ron observed worriedly, making Hermione peer up from her book to eye him warily. "Ron is right, you look like you didn't sleep at all last night. Is You-Know-Who bothering you?"

Harry shook his head slowly, his brow knit in confusion. "I highly doubt Voldemort," he ignored the flinches from his friends, "had anything to do with this." No, he didn't think that this…problem of his had the slightest to do with Voldemort. He shuddered at the thought of that. "Just hormonal issues…I am a teenager, you know." Both he and Ron blushed at that, Hermione raised an eyebrow, scoffing slightly and returned to her book, muttering about modesty, her cheeks tinted red.

Harry mumbled something about going to get his bag for class, standing up and rushing out of the Great Hall, saving himself from further embarrassment. Hoping to himself that the staircases would be nice to him, he made a quick ascent to the Astronomy tower, surprisingly, he made it there in record time.

He sat on the ledge of the window, dangling a leg over the edge as he pulled his pack out of his pants pocket, shuffling it, he grabbed a fag out of it and put it to his lips, stuffing the pack back into his pants, he lit the end with his wand, taking a long, slow drag, his mind wandering to the night before.

The dream he had had was…odd to say the least, even more so because it felt so real. He shivered gently at the memory of the hands caressing over his body. They had felt so comforting, the embrace of this dream figure so much like what her would imagine a lover's would be like. He felt himself get hard at the memory, cursing his teenage body.

He started as he felt something caress his face, snapping his head around, he saw no one. He pulled his wand again, muttering an incantation that the fake Moody had taught them a year before, one that presented anything hidden in the room as the spell was cast (telling them only to practice saying the incantation and the wand movements in class).

Seeing nothing there, he brushed it off as the wind. After a second, he felt something brush against him again; he blushed red as the invisible pressure slid to his chest, rubbing him over his shirt.

He moaned softly, melting into the touch, feeling the same comforting embrace as before. The pressure moved to under his shirt, lifting it up and rubbing his nipples.

His eyes snapped open when the pressure left, dazedly, he staggered up and limped to the Gryffindor common room, biting his lip as he felt the fabric of his trousers rub against his still throbbing erection. He moaned in dismay when he cast tempus, seeing that there was only 5 minutes left to get to potions, which meant no time to take care of his problem.

He quickly grabbed his things, stubbing his smoke on a windowsill, opening the window and tossing it. After checking that he had everything, he ran as fast as his body would let him, cursing to himself as he realized that not even the impending doom that was potions was going to stave off the embarrassing hard on.

He sat down in the back row in the seat his friends had saved for him, adjusting his robes, blushing madly. The door slammed open as Snape stalked in, starting his lecture before even reaching his desk.

"This potion you will be making today," he murmured in his low baritone, "will require your full attention, it is extremely testy and if not timed correctly it can go very wrong." He smirked malevolently. "Now I know some," he shot a piercing glare at both Neville and Harry, "some of you may not have the finesse to make such a high caliber potion such as this and this I have made an alternate assignment for those not willing or competent enough to try to make this, as this potion is not required, those who take the alternate assignment will also be assigned a five foot essay on this potion, covering every detail you can find."

"If you wish to take this alternate assignment, please step up to my desk and pick them up here." He dropped the stack of parchments down on the desk with a thud. "Those who are wishing to try to make this potion have 45 minutes to make it. Be forewarned that anyone who muddies up the potion will not only have to re-do it on their own time, but will also have to do the added assignment and the homework." Smiling in malevolent glee, he strode to his desk and stared at the class with his hands folded.

"Well? GO." Many of the Slytherins and Hermione jumped up and ran to the supply cabinet, ingredient list in tow. Others shuffled slowly up to the professor's desk and quickly grabbed a parchment and ran back to their desk, thinking it may be a trap. Harry stood up slowly, thanking Merlin that the man's speech seemed to have brought him down to half-mast, making it immensely easier to hide his problem; he practically sprinted back to his desk after picking up his thin strip of parchment.

A short while later, Harry felt something pressing against his shoulder and rubbing against his chest. Biting his lip, he saw his clothes shift slightly. Looking around, he grabbed behind him, feeling nothing there, he shifted and went back to writing on his assignment.

The pressure, which oddly felt like a hand, started to travel down underneath his robe, playing with the hem of his shirt. Harry peered around under his lashes to see if anyone was looking. Everyone around him was frantically scribbling or stirring, hoping to finish their project in the dwindling amount of time left in class. Ron had opted to work on the potion with Hermione, so they were sitting away from Harry, in hopes to concentrate better.

Knowing that no one would see what was going on, Harry bit his lip hard, scribbling small notes about the subject he was assigned as the hands or whatever they were rubbed small circles over his chest and stomach.

He gasped softly when the hands started unbuttoning his pants and he bent over more as one of the hands slowly slid into his pants, grabbing his throbbing erection. Stifling a moan, he bit onto his covered wrist, his hips twitching lightly against his will.

The hand squeezed him gently; sliding its fingers over his length, he trembled slightly. As the lesson wore on, the hand teased and pulled, bringing him close to the edge just to stop, driving him insane with need.

The rest of the day went like this, making him irritable. Thanking Dumbledore silently that he had a free study period right before lunch, he hobbled to the boy's dormitory, making the excuse of needing a little extra sleep.

As soon as the curtains were closed around him, he chucked off his clothes, casting a silencing spell around his bed with a loud moan. He flopped back onto the bed, staring wantonly at his aching length, so stiff that it was pushing against his stomach lightly.

His eyes rolled back as he felt the hands squeeze him again, what felt like a thumb pressing against the tip. Then a wet warmth engulfed his length, making him rear back with a shocked and strangled yell, he rocked his hips, never having felt such a sensation in his life, an immense pleasure hit him, coursing all the way to the tip of his toes as the invisible…whatever it was swallowed him, sucking gently.

He could feel hot coils building up inside himself, his toes curling, he growled softly. His eyes flew open as he felt a gentle pressure against his hole, it pushed itself in gently, making him arch off the bed. Crying out his release, he shot ribbon after ribbon of white into the welcoming warmth, his frustrations of the ministrations of the invisible hands melting away as he shook softly, his head lolling to the side.

Just as he dozed off, he felt something akin to fingers run almost lovingly through his hair and he swore he had heard a voice whispering soft nothings, enveloping him in a warm safety, he finally drifted off with a smile on his face.

So, yah. That's the first chapter. You're free to guess who or what is with Harry. Please review. Good or bad, I'd love to hear your comments.

Also, a reminder, this is SLASH. Meaning male on male. There is also a possibility of MPREG. If either of these things bother you, there is a lovely back button, you are free to click that.