That following Friday, I woke up, just as I had every other day that week.
I tried to keep my eyes closed as long as possible, since I could still see
him...see Severus with my lids blocking out other images that wanted take his
place. I didn't have to look down between my legs either; I knew what was
down there, waiting to be taken care of, as it had been every morning that
week.
Poised at my door, I creaked it open, just enough for me to peek outside into the hall. I looked left, then right, then left again to be sure. With one quick glance at my destination, I bolted from my room, praying that no one was awake yet.
Making it to the bathroom, I shut the door, much too loudly. Dudley would enter soon, so I had to get finished with my business. After my typical bathroom rituals, I turned on the shower and stepped in.
On Monday, I had tried a cold shower, thinking that it could certainly calm me down. However, that was a temporary solution. No more than an hour later, I was ready to go again. Tuesday I had tried to think of something that no one could possibly think sexy...I thought of my aunt naked. Instantly, I started to droop, but I needed to think of something else to go completely flaccid.
As much as it made me sick, I had to do it. I thought of my uncle naked as well. I didn't have any more arousal problems that day, although I did vomit twice. Deciding that this wasn't the best option, I tried something new on Wednesday.
It was actually more of an accident than a plan. Though, since it worked, I won't complain. I had been standing there in the shower and my thoughts, as usual, had gone to Severus. Imagining him naked beside me, I didn't have much of a choice anymore. My hand lowered, teasing, rubbing, squeezing. Minutes later, I was panting, my hand working furiously between my thighs. And with a scream that had brought Dudley running, I exploded all over the shower wall.
When he had burst through the door, I froze, my hand still around my relaxing member. Subtly, I turned my back to him and the transparent shower curtain, barely managing words. "Yes...I'm fine. I slipped...but I'm fine now. Go on...I can finish...my shower alone."
He waited a few moments before calling back, "Finish fast. I need to bathe too."
I almost left my spray on the wall, but decided against it. Taking the last moments of my shower, I cleaned off the wall, and then washed the sweat and milky substance from my body. I didn't have a problem for the rest of the day, much to my glee. So, when Thursday came around, there was no question of what I would do to take care of my morning crisis.
However, Friday, two days after I discovered my delightful solution, I decided to make another change, despite the knowledge that Dudley would be walking in at any moment. I simply couldn't resist.
Closing my eyes, I imagined leaning into Severus, feeling his fingertips moving along my spine. His lips lightly grazing my bare shoulder. His breath on my face. Then, I pretended that it was his hand on my hard flesh instead of mine.
It didn't take long; it never did when I was dreaming of him. The difference was when I was finished; I didn't just empty myself on the wall, I collapsed onto it. My lips were so close to the liquid I spilled for him that I didn't think before automatically opening my mouth to lick it up.
Just short of tasting, my tongue halted once I heard Dudley call, "Harry, hurry up. Mum needs help with breakfast."
Thankfully, he didn't wait for any kind of reply. When I heard the door shut, I closed my mouth and looked up at the evidence of my infatuation. Lowering my eyes, I washed it away.
Poised at my door, I creaked it open, just enough for me to peek outside into the hall. I looked left, then right, then left again to be sure. With one quick glance at my destination, I bolted from my room, praying that no one was awake yet.
Making it to the bathroom, I shut the door, much too loudly. Dudley would enter soon, so I had to get finished with my business. After my typical bathroom rituals, I turned on the shower and stepped in.
On Monday, I had tried a cold shower, thinking that it could certainly calm me down. However, that was a temporary solution. No more than an hour later, I was ready to go again. Tuesday I had tried to think of something that no one could possibly think sexy...I thought of my aunt naked. Instantly, I started to droop, but I needed to think of something else to go completely flaccid.
As much as it made me sick, I had to do it. I thought of my uncle naked as well. I didn't have any more arousal problems that day, although I did vomit twice. Deciding that this wasn't the best option, I tried something new on Wednesday.
It was actually more of an accident than a plan. Though, since it worked, I won't complain. I had been standing there in the shower and my thoughts, as usual, had gone to Severus. Imagining him naked beside me, I didn't have much of a choice anymore. My hand lowered, teasing, rubbing, squeezing. Minutes later, I was panting, my hand working furiously between my thighs. And with a scream that had brought Dudley running, I exploded all over the shower wall.
When he had burst through the door, I froze, my hand still around my relaxing member. Subtly, I turned my back to him and the transparent shower curtain, barely managing words. "Yes...I'm fine. I slipped...but I'm fine now. Go on...I can finish...my shower alone."
He waited a few moments before calling back, "Finish fast. I need to bathe too."
I almost left my spray on the wall, but decided against it. Taking the last moments of my shower, I cleaned off the wall, and then washed the sweat and milky substance from my body. I didn't have a problem for the rest of the day, much to my glee. So, when Thursday came around, there was no question of what I would do to take care of my morning crisis.
However, Friday, two days after I discovered my delightful solution, I decided to make another change, despite the knowledge that Dudley would be walking in at any moment. I simply couldn't resist.
Closing my eyes, I imagined leaning into Severus, feeling his fingertips moving along my spine. His lips lightly grazing my bare shoulder. His breath on my face. Then, I pretended that it was his hand on my hard flesh instead of mine.
It didn't take long; it never did when I was dreaming of him. The difference was when I was finished; I didn't just empty myself on the wall, I collapsed onto it. My lips were so close to the liquid I spilled for him that I didn't think before automatically opening my mouth to lick it up.
Just short of tasting, my tongue halted once I heard Dudley call, "Harry, hurry up. Mum needs help with breakfast."
Thankfully, he didn't wait for any kind of reply. When I heard the door shut, I closed my mouth and looked up at the evidence of my infatuation. Lowering my eyes, I washed it away.