Chapter 14
In bed that night Harry felt amazing as images of Tom came to him easily as he saw him again, just 2 hours ago and they had been in the same room, he was so beautiful, so majestic and so damn hot, that Harry wanted nothing more then to walk up to the high table, pull Tom, no Professor Mulligan's chair back and sit in his lap with his lips firmly locked onto his. He could not believe that his Tom was here, and that it looked like he was still interested in him. He fell asleep with a smile on his face and the same smile was the one that looked back at him in the mirror as he took his morning shower. He could almost imagine what it would feel like to have Tom in their with him, his large frame standing over Harry's as he pulled Harry's head up to him and claimed his mouth in a desperate kiss, letting his tongue trace the outline of his lips and then plunder into his mouth, Harry took his cues from that day in the shed watching George and Fred and he let his hand wander down his body, sliding his hands over his nipples gently and letting out a breath he did not know he was holding, his hands went lower until they grasped his hard cock and using some shower gel he glided his hand back and forwards, all the while thinking of his gorgeous professor, as Tom's hands instead of Harry's slid firmly up and down his shaft kissing at his neck and nibbling up to his ear, Harry could not take anymore and with a shout spurted the opposite wall with his ejaculation, his head falling back against the shower with a thud. He had never explored his body before and the twins were right it was extremely pleasurable. He felt really tired after his shower and wanted nothing more then to crawl back under the covers of his four poster, but one look at his timetable which he forgot to look at last night told him that he had DADA first thing this morning, and if seeing Tom was not motivation then Harry did not know what was. He skipped and tried not to run to his first lesson of the day. He had always been, well, not a great student, but he wasn't that bad and DADA just happened to be his best subject. People always said it was because of Voldemort that he was so good at defence, but Harry didn't agree, he thought that although he had fought with an insanely evil dark wizard every year since he was 11, did not mean he had to be good or be strong he could have just topped himself due to the stress, but it wasn't like that with him he felt darkness call him and in truth he was able to defend against it because he felt like somewhere, somehow it was a part of him. He sat in his seat next to Ron, who as usual was staring at the blonde head in front of him, he looked up as the office door opened and Tom, no Professor Mulligan walked in with the most beautiful shade of Purple velvet robes on he had ever seen. "All right now, you are all seventh years and I assume that you would not be here if you didn't know what you were doing, so I'm not going to go over what you have already been taught, I will assume you know the content of the past 6 years and that you are ready to get started on some truly difficult magic, but we will see won't we". The class looked at each other with raised eyebrows, were they ready they didn't know, but I suppose there was only one way to find out. O.W.L.S were something some people (Hermione) really cared about, but for Ron and Harry they were always shocked that they had gotten through the first six years of their schooling let alone get any O.W.L's to continue with. Harry having got the best DADA O.W.L that they school had ever seen, was called up to the front of the class by Professor Mulligan who asked him to show the class a list of spells they should definitely know, it finished with an Expecto Petronum, when he had finished the professor had sat him down at his desk and handed him a glass of water, bending down he put his hand on Harry's leg, Harry looked down and put his own hand on top of the professors, Tom leaned closer and whispered "are you ok, my precious one?", he looked at Harry like he was checking for any damage, Harry smiled brilliantly at him and nodded, he then squeezed Tom's hand and let his fingers ghost over the other mans, watching the mans face and he shuddered and took a breath with his eyes closed. Harry smirked stood up and strode back to his chair, putting a little sway in his hips as he went. As he turned and took his seat he saw that Professor Mulligan's mouth was wide open and staring at the place he had been, he smiled again and coughed hoping to bring this wonderful man out of his head and when he did he shook himself like coming out of a trance and continued with the lesson like nothing had happened. Harry noticed that he kept touching the hand where his fingers touched, he was doing the same to the back of his own hand an as he listened to the others whispering close to him, he put his head on the desk as his whole body felt like it was filling with warmth just for a moment and he had remembered feeling something like this before, something that he had not felt in a very long time.