all disclaimers still apply. not mine. never will be mine. deal, i do.

It means (5/?)

By regret

            Harry Potter's gay.

            Harry Fucking Potter is a flaming homosexual.

            I can't help my, almost predatory, grin.

            It's not like I didn't already know…

            But to see him flush, to hear him admit it, to me of all people!

            Oh, life doesn't get any better than this!

            Clutching his bag to his chest he mumbles, "Well, then… now that we have thoroughly embarrassed me, I'll just be *going*…"

            Without thought or hesitation, I step down of my perch on the toilet and advance on him.

            Not that there's far to advance, but still…

            His book bag and my ventilation grate separate us, making our positioning awkward, but I don't care.

            Am beyond caring at this point really.

            And Potter's just looking at me, stunned.

            I almost chuckle as I lean into him, his chest heaving.

            I lied.

            Life *definitely* gets better than this.

            A hairsbreadth from his waiting mouth I remind myself to be gentle, not to frighten him away.

            I brush my lips against his, too softly for satisfaction.

Asking…

Asking if this is all right.

Asking if I can have more.

He answers by leaning into me, adding pressure, granting me permission…

My tongue ghosts along his lower lip and he shivers.

I want to purr…

At the first slow stroke of tongue on tongue my senses come crashing down about my ears.

I pull back, horrified.

Oh no no no!!

This wasn't supposed to happen!

*Ever*!!

Damn the cramped confines of this stupid stall and the soft cherry of his lips!

Oh'm gonna be sick…

At least I'm in the right place for it.

And he's just *looking* at me!

Shouldn't he be doing something, like running away?

Or cursing my name?

Or some such blather?!

I knew he wanted me…

But wanting and having are two ENTIRELY different things!

Can't he see that?

Does the distinction between the two not run through his veins as it does mine?

I may want him.

HELL! I may even need him…

But I've no real desire to have him.

I've not the right…

I'm not that stupid.

AND FUCK!

Would he just do something, SAY SOMETHING, already!

"What the hell are you doing taking the grating off the wall?!"

I blink.

Well.

I'm not quite sure what I was expecting…

But that was decidedly *not* it…

But I can't help as my grin slips into place.

Oh, he's gonna love this!

"I, Harry, am implementing my 'Great Revenge Plan' on Flitwick!"