Harry's point of view and fair warning there is some wanking in this chapter :)
Class has been completely unbearable the past few weeks. Malfoy keeps looking at me strangely and I cannot get what I say in my dream out of my mind. The worst part is that I had a dream about him not even that I had the dream. I suppose I have been having similar dreams for a while though luckily they never involved him. And my dreams are usually much more erotic.
Ron's staring at me. I'm sure just thinking about my recent dreams is making me turn a bright red. Oh well, let him think what he wants.
Anyway, I've know for months that girls just don't give me that urge that helps me at night when I have a silencing charm on my bed and all I can hear are my uneven pants. Girls just don't give me that zing, the mutual attraction thats I crave.
I'm surprised I haven't gone crazy with the numbers of girls who have come up to me with lust filled eyes, asking me to go out with them. I don't know how or why there are rumors being spread about me. But somehow I have become the sex god of Gryffindor even though I turn down all of the girls. They must go back to their friends saying I was great or something because there's no other way to explain it. I wonder if that's how Malfoy's status got to be so high. Because the rumor through the boys is that the sex god of Slytherin is just a green horn. It would be amazing if that were true. Though from what I have heard from the girls about his length, whoa boy! For days they talk about him and nothing else. And I have seen girls come back from him flushed, but that could be from anything I suppose.
Crap! I'm getting hard!
Shifting uncomfortably on the bench is making me turn red again. I can practically feel the heat rushing to my cheeks. But now it isn't just Ron who's noticing my discomfort. Hermione, Neville, and Seamus are staring at me.
"Harry are you feeling alright?" Ron asks between bites of his fried chicken.
I nod slowly unsure of my voice. Hermione leans over the table and rests her hand on my forehead.
"You feel a little warm. Maybe you should go lay down before class. Or perhaps a trip to the infirmary is in order." I nodded again. "Do you want some help to Poppy?" Hermione's eyes were filled with worry. The same worry I saw in Binns' classroom.
"No!" my voice came out as a squeak. Clearing my throat I tried again. "No thanks. I'll just go lay down."
"Alright… if you're sure. We'll come get you before Potions."
Potions, crap just the class I wanted to go to. Slowly I got up, trying to keep my robes in front of me. Thank god for billowing robes. Perhaps that's why Snape wrapped them around him like he always did. Once I felt secure that no one would get any inkling that something was wrong I started out of the Great Hall.
I couldn't wait to get back to my room to take care of the throbbing in my pants.
The second I got back to the dormitory I got into bed and curled up on my side. With my blaket up over my waist, I knew I was covered enough in case someone came in unexpectedly. With that in mind I undid my belt and snuck my hand into my pants and boxers.
The walk back had been unbearable because my pants had rubbed painfully against my penis. But now the tightness was welcome along with my soft but callused hands. Malfoy's silver eyes danced around in my mind and I could feel his kisses again, like in my dream. Soon I was pumping myself almost wildly, Draco's name a whisper on my lips. With a twist that was just right at the head of my shaft I was coming. It was hot and sticky and with my free hand I grabbed my wand to clean myself up.
I felt a lot more relaxed and fell asleep until Ron came to get me for class. Class with Malfoy.