Authors Notes: More. Thanks for reviews. About that detention, can I still have it? And is it with Snape? *wg* All stupidity and mistakes are mine. :-) Professor Wrighte... I made up because I can. And I know Harry more than likely wouldn't take Muggle Studies and doesn't really need to but *shrugs* maybe he wanted an easy pass. lol.
/text\ = thoughts btw. You'll have to excuse my use of this format... I've never done it like this before.

Lured by the Forbidden 2: Private Contemplation - Written by xfasciXnationx

Dropping his books and his bag onto the floor Harry flopped onto the bed and dragged the thick red curtains closed around him. Only when the curtains were closed around the heavy wooden four-poster bed did he allow himself to breathe properly again.

Slowly thoughts began to filter through the panicked haze of his mind.
/Oh fuck! What was I thinking?\
/Am I going raving mad?\
/Snape! That was Snape!\

Harry groaned aloud. /His fingers had been…\ It was too horrible to remember.
/But didn't you like it?\ "Shut up." Harry hissed softly.
/You did like the feel of his wet tongue stroking your fingers though didn't you\
/Shut up you pesky voices.\ Harry begged and pleaded silently with the voices inside his head to be quiet and leave him in peace.

/You liked how soft his lips were didn't you. You wanted to see what they would feel like against your own didn't you.\
/No, no… I didn't.\
/You know you did. You can't deny it.\

Harry moaned softly, taking off his glasses he shoved them onto the small bedside table. He rolled over on his side cursing the stupid voices for being right. He was imagining all those things and more. Harry closed his eyes in a final submission as his cock stirred to life as he wondered again how those silky rose lips would feel stretched tightly around his hard length.

His hand unconsciously freed several buttons on his robe near his navel, slipping inside to play over his skin. They slid under his shirt to brush over peaking nipples. Cock throbbing for attention now, Harry refused to give in to the visions of Snape. /Oh, this is so wrong.\ He'd rather live with the dull ache his lack of attention was causing than touch himself like that while Snape was starring in his fantasies.

Harry shifted his position slightly in an effort to alleviate the discomfort, bringing his knees up, the shifting causing his cock to twitch with need. Harry frowned in a concentrated effort not to give in, closing his eyes he hoped for sleep to claim him.

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When Harry awoke an half hour later he rolled over to pull open the curtains a crack so he could peer into the room. The room was deserted, everyone was in their next class now and they wouldn't be back for quite awhile. He sighed, laying back on his familiar mattress. It was too late to bother going to class now, he'd have a detention no matter if he went now or not at all, so he may as well enjoy the free time.

Glancing down at the considerably more painful erection he was sporting after the vivid dream he was engaged in just before waking, Harry sighed. /Maybe I should go to class…\ His right hand drifted down to smooth over the bulging fabric. /I can't go anywhere like this.\ Harry gasped as he fingered his arousal, quickly unbuttoning his robe with the other. /To hell with Snape\ thought Harry, /I'm not going to let him torture me like this.\

Harry wasted no time in slipping his hand inside the now half open robes and confining undergarments to wrap his hand around the aching flesh. Closing his eyes Harry recalled the vivid image and feeling of Snape sucking on his fingers. As he stroked up and down firmly his hand was replaced in his mind by Snape's warm mouth and massaging tongue.

Thrusting into his hand so caught up in the movie in his mind he moaned loudly, his passion echoing off the stone walls. Body shuddering Harry moans lowly from deep within his chest "Snape" as comes hard, spilling his white passion across his flat stomach and the inside of his robe. He fell back on soft pillows eyes still closed, breathing heavily attempting to catch his breath.

When his breathing returned to normal Harry dragged himself off his comfortable bed before he could fall asleep again and miss his next class. Slipping out of the sticky robes and undergarments completely, he dropped them onto the floor and wandered into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

The deliciously warm water running over his body Harry tries to rationalise what he had just done.
/It's nothing… really. I'm just tired, that's all.\
/I'm not really attracted to Snape….\
/But what about all those other times?\
/What other times? I don't know what you're talking about.\
/Don't you? Don't you remember that dream you had months ago?\
/The dream?…. Oh, that dream.\
/Yes, *that* dream. And that time when you woke up and went for a walk…\
/Oh.\
/Do you want me to go on?\
/No, no. Please don't.\
/I can't be. Can I?\
/Oh damn\ Harry sighed in defeat, /I am attracted to Snape.\
He shut off the water and stepped from the shower, disgusted with himself. /I can't believe…. Snape!\ He shook his head splattering droplets of water around the bathroom.

Emerging from bathroom black hair plastered over his face, effectively rendering the lightning shaped scar from view, his naked body still glistened with drops of water. Harry moved back over to his bed and fumbled slightly for his glasses. Shoving them on he grasped his wand and muttered a quick drying charm. Dragging on clean clothes and gathering his books for Muggle Studies Harry ran out the door towards his lesson.

Harry sat down next to Ron breathlessly having run the entire way from Gryffindor tower to the Muggle Studies classroom on the second floor.
Ron leaned in closer and whispered, "Where were you?"
"I fell asleep, sorry." Well it was half true Harry figured he couldn't be blamed for only a half-truth, right? Ron shrugged figuring Harry had been spacey all day; he must have just been tired.

Letting out a breath of relief Harry fought to pay attention for the entire lesson. It proved to be a great deal more difficult than normal as visions of Snape leaked through his poorly constructed wall of concentration. More than he would have liked Harry had to lean over and decipher Ron's messy scrawl because he'd missed what the Professor had said.

Time seemed to drag more than usual as Harry wrestled with his own mind and feelings. Things never went smoothly for him, nothing was ever simple and easy. His entire life had been a chaotic mess and this was proving to be no different for him. Deciding that the best course of action was to ignore what had happened and put his self pleasuring accompanied by a movie feature of Snape down to momentary madness brought on by stress. /What stress?\
/Oh shut up! I'm under a lot of stress.\
/From what?\
/Everything, now shut up. I missed what Wrighte said again.\ Harry fought crossly with that annoying voice that just wouldn't leave him alone.

-----End Part 2.