In a shadowed room within the walls of number four, Privet Drive a gasp was heard as green eyes shot open and dispelled a very terrifying nightmare.
Draco Malfoy. Harry shuddered and wiped at his sweaty brow, hands trembling uncontrollably in his fear.
"Merlin, what was that?" he panted.
He had been dreaming about Malfoy. Of all the wizards it just had to be that prissy blond with his arrogant swagger and sexy arse…
"No!" Harry shook his head wildly, fingers desperately tangling in his hair.
He definitely did not think Malfoy had a sexy arse. No no no thank you!
It wasn't the fact that Harry had been dreaming of another bloke that disgusted him, it was more along the lines of him dreaming of his rival.
Harry sighed heavily and fell back onto the lumpy mattress, staring at the ceiling as though it held the answers to his rapid thoughts.
Why had he been dreaming of Malfoy?
He had dreamed of blokes before, but the dreams had never narrowed in on one particular person. He always imagined a masculine body, no face, just well defined muscles and satiny skin and… great, now he was hard.
A wistful sigh escaped his lips as he slipped his hand into his boxers, wrapping his fingers around his erection, ah the woes of teenage hormones. Slowly he slid his hand up and down, lazily, and in no rush whatsoever. His fingers dipped into the leaking pre-cum and smoothed the stickiness onto his heated prick.
Images began to flash through his mind and he closed his eyes, nibbling on his lower lip as he began to thrust into his hand. He didn't know what he was seeing, but he could almost feel a warm body pressed against his back, teasing fingers trailing down his sides. His breath hitched at such thoughts and his hips picked up a crazed rhythm.
Oh, Merlin, who was the secret man in his fantasy? Who could take him to such heights of pleasure? Harry groaned and threw back his head, shaking his neck back and forth with the racing of his pulse.
Cum, now, a silky voice whispered in his mind.
A jolt of heat snapped through his groin and Harry found himself twitching as his orgasm raced through him. The images still passed in his mind and suddenly they stopped – like a Muggle video camera put on pause – and focused on a single picture.
Harry shot his load, coating his hand and sheets with his essence. His mouth was open in a silent scream; eyes squeezed shut as the air in his lungs shuddered out in a weak groan.
Again. It had happened again.
Harry tried to dispel the image of Draco Malfoy from his mind; he couldn't believe that his traitorous body had released at the sight of the blond.
"I don't care how sexy he is, his face shouldn't be in my fantasies!" he whispered fiercely, curling his fingers around the sheets beside him.
He realized what he had said and groaned. There's something wrong with me, there just has to be.
He reached under his bed for his cum rag that he had incidentally stolen from Petunia's prized kitchen. He snickered quietly as he wiped himself down; it was being put to much better use now.
He dropped the cloth with a slight plop on the wooden floor and exhaled tiredly. A good wank always made him feel better after such dreams.
He had been having them for a while now, a few months, but who was counting?
Alright fine, about five months if he was being truthful with himself. If he wasn't he would say that the torture had been going on forever, at least it seemed that way to his traumatized mind.
"I can't take this for much longer." He dragged a heavy hand through his disheveled hair.
His eyes stared into the darkness for a few minutes more until his tired lids began to slip downward with gravity. His vision slowly blurred with sleep and Harry found himself settling into a dreamless rest.
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A rapid tapping on his window woke Harry the next morning; sunlight was filtering into the room, brightening the dull wooden floor and the tiny dust particles floating invisibly in the air.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Mm, it's warm. A lazy smiled spread across Harry's face as he stretched in his sleep.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
He frowned lightly and burrowed deeper into his pillow. What's that annoying sound?
He sleepily glanced up, squinting toward the blurred blob of grey floating outside the glass and frowned thoughtfully.
Now what could that be? His sleep ridden mind wondered fuzzily.
The tapping grew louder and impatient and Harry blinked in realization.
A school owl!
He quickly pushed himself up and tried not to fall off the bed when he found his legs tangled in the cool sheets. He tugged at the offending cloth and managed to free his entrapped limbs.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
"I'm coming!" he huffed, hoping the noise wouldn't wake the Dursleys; he really didn't need to be dealing with them this early.
He stepped hurriedly toward the window and slid it open. The irritated owl swooped past him, and landed on the bed with a soft hoot, immediately holding out its leg with the attached parchment.
"Is it from Professor Dumbledore?" he asked the owl as he untied the letter.
He received an affirming hoot while he unfolded the paper. He squinted at it for a moment before realizing he didn't have his glasses on.
"Stupid glasses," he muttered as he reached toward his nightstand and slipped them on. He glanced back down at the letter and his eyes widened.
The Headmaster doesn't have time to spare for writing insufferable brats, Potter, so you will have to suffice with me. Your presence is required at Hogwarts; I will come to retrieve you from your Muggle family promptly at noon. I expect you to be ready and packed at that time; if you are not then I shall take you and whatever items you have on your person. Make sure to be prepared.
Severus Snape
Harry stared at the message in his hands and reread it just to make sure he wasn't imagining his Potions Professor writing to him. He blinked and shook his head in amazement.
"Is this real?" he questioned the bird.
An angry screech met his ears and the owl clipped him in the head as it soared out the window with a flick of its tail.
Harry scowled and rubbed his head. "Bloody owl," he muttered as he looked toward his mail.
Well I guess there's a first time for everything. He sighed and sent a small grin toward the corner of his room where Hedwig sat watching silently.
"Looks like we're going to school early Hedwig," Harry said.
His own owl trilled softly and fluffed her snowy feathers. Harry chuckled and stood, he might as well begin packing.
I wonder why they need me back at Hogwarts. He frowned thoughtfully before busying himself with his task.
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As noon rolled around Harry found himself thrumming with energy, already having changed into his robes and anticipating seeing his yearly home earlier then usual. He couldn't wait to leave his cramped room in favor of the comfortable dorm. There was still the nagging feeling at the back of his mind, but he shook it off and ignored the slight clenching of his gut.
There's no use thinking negatively, for all I know Dumbledore just wants to discuss something trivial with me. Harry bounced on his mattress, causing the springs to squeak with a rusty twang. If it was anything concerning Voldemort, he would have called me back sooner, there's only about a month left of summer, no time to do anything productive.
Harry grimaced, unless his Occlumency lessons were to be started again. He did not want to be stuck with Snape for a month, now that would almost be as bad as having to befriend Malfoy!
He chuckled at the thought and fingered the cuff of his robes; he didn't see that happening anytime soon, even if he was still dreaming of the Slytherin.
"If you are quite finished wallowing in what you must call your thoughts, I think it would be prudent to leave."
Harry's head shot up in surprise, throwing off his balance and causing him to promptly fall over onto the hard floor. He groaned and glared up at Snape as he lifted himself to his knees.
"You could have warned me," he muttered as he stood and moved toward his trunk.
Snape sneered. "Yes, but then I would have wasted valuable time speaking to you."
"Like you're doing now?" Harry retorted cheekily.
The Potions Master scowled and waved a hurrying hand. "Do not make me regret coming here, though I already feel a dislike for your home." He grimaced.
Harry laughed bitterly as he retorted, "You and me both."
Snape frowned but ignored the comment, opting for the uncomfortable silence that fell between the two. After all, he was known as a greasy haired bastard, and he saw no reason to alter the truth, especially not for a Potter.
"Are you ready?" he demanded, impatient.
The messy haired teen nodded as he shot a quick glance about the dingy room. "I think I have everything," Harry murmured as he mentally tallied his positions off.
"I could care less if you've packed all of your rags, Potter; I am merely trying to remain on schedule," he scoffed, "a feat which you have probably never mastered."
Harry held back his growl, knowing that Snape was his only escape to Hogwarts. "Can we leave?" he grit out between clenched teeth.
There was a sarcastic smile. "But, Potter, you haven't said farewell to your family, I wouldn't dream of making you leave without doing so."
Damn him! He's doing this on purpose! Harry fumed. "Of course not, Sir."
Snape sharply turned, robes snapping behind him as he motioned toward the door. The pathetic piece of wood flew open, the force nearly sending it off its hinges as Snape passed through, fully expecting Harry to follow without question.
Harry followed reluctantly, the Dursleys would not be happy that one of the "freaks" was in their house, but hopefully they could look past Snape and see the positive light of Harry being out of their hair for the remainder of the summer.
"Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon?" Harry called hesitantly as he trudged down the stairs behind the stoical man.
A thick grunt sounded from the kitchen, making Harry wince at the implications of interrupting a meal. "What is it, boy, and who said you could leave your room?" Vernon's purple face rounded the corner, beady eyes glaring in warning.
Snape didn't go unnoticed for very long, and there was soon a shriek from Petunia as she nosily decided to find out what was happening in the hall by sticking her head out. Harry winced at the noise and tried to remain unnoticed.
"What is that freak doing in my house!" Vernon bellowed.
So much for getting out of this hell smoothly. Harry huffed as he turned a glare onto the elder wizard who pretended not to notice. You just had to put me in this situation.
Harry lowered his eyes, refusing to meet his Uncle's gaze. "This is one of my professors from school," he muttered, "he's come to take me to school early."
"No one told us anything about this," Vernon argued, standing up and trying to be imposing as he glared up at Snape. "Why should I believe you, he's probably going to take you to your freaky friends."
Severus cleared his throat rudely. "I hate to interrupt this little conversation, but I have my orders from Dumbledore himself." He arched a dark brow. "Would you like to speak with him? I'm sure I can open up the Floo network within your fireplace," he offered.
Harry stared at him in amazement; his hated Potions professor was actually standing up to the Dursleys and taunting them! Vernon spluttered, cheeks flaming an angry red.
"Take him then! Just don't bring any of your hocus pocus into my house!" He waved uncaringly at Harry.
"Are you ready then Potter?" Snape sent a loathing glare at the Dursleys as he turned toward the boy.
"Yes, Sir," Harry said and nodded dutifully.
"Let's go then."
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-Red