Disclaimer: Not know, nor have I ever owned Harry Potter and the characters. If I did, apparently I would be richer than the Queen of England...which I am obviously not.
Reciprocation: Chapter Two
For some unexplainable reason, I woke up from a very deep sleep to hear a soft moan coming from my left. Not making a sound and alerting my awakened presence, I opened my eyes just enough to observe my surroundings. To my great surprise and pleasure, I saw Harry laying naked on top of his bed, left hand wrapped loosely around his fully erect member. Mentally licking my lips, I trailed my hungry gaze across his taut belly and up to his face.
I watched with hooded eyes as he darted his own to Dean's bed and then snapping it to Neville's. Realizing what he was doing, I quickly feigned sleep, making sure my mouth was moving and my breath was even. Eyes shut tightly, I felt rather than saw his gaze upon me. Assuming that he was just giving me a cursory glance as he did to the other boys, I allowed my eyes to flutter open only to discover that he was staring intently at me. Keeping my eyes carefully lidded, I watched as his gaze dropped off my face and strayed south. I tried to keep the blush from rising to my cheeks as I realized he was ogling my body.
Only a few months ago did I realize my true feelings for my best male friend. Ever since I had my epiphany in the shower, when I noticed I was spending more time watching Harry bathe than actually washing myself, I have been in my own personal hell trying to keep it a secret from him. Hermione figured it out almost as quickly as I did. I was constantly afraid that she was going to say something to Harry every time the three of us got together. Even though she promised me she wouldn't, I never failed to sweat nervously and avert my eyes from both of them.
In my fantasy world, where I told Harry how I felt and he confessed that he felt the same, I am free to love him. If Harry were to really found out about my want for him, I fear I will lose him as a friend. Yes, I know Harry is gay, but to think that he would even be interested in me is mad. He would most likely find it laughable or worse, be disgusted with me. I cannot bear the thought of him no longer being in my life, so I keep my feelings hidden and Harry at arm's length.
I caught a small movement out of the corner of my eye and followed it. My mouth opened and closed for real when I saw the fingers on his left hand lightly play with his erection. Not being able to tear my eyes away, I felt myself stiffen at the glorious sight. After a mere few seconds of watching him, I saw as he dropped his left hand and rolled onto his back, letting his right hand pick up the slack. It was torture to be watching such beauty in motion and not touch my leaking cock. His pants of exertion became louder and suitable covered the small moan that escaped my lips. My mouth gaped open dn my eyes glazed over as he sped up his strokes and came all over his hand. I longed to taste the creamy, white liquid as it gushed out all over his nimble fingers.
When the tremors in his body ceased, I raised my eyes excitedly so I could see his ecstacy ridden face. I was shocked to find only bitterness there. Eyes now wide open, I watched as his viciously wiped his hand off on his naked belly and rolled over.
No longer caring if I was caught, I sat up as I saw Harry's body shake violently and I knew instinctively that they were not shudders of pleasure. Getting up, I silently stalked over to his bed and rubbed his arm. He was at his most beautiful; moonlight illuminating his naked body and shining off his glossy, raven locks. When he turned over, I could see the unshed tears glistening in his eyes.
"Harry?" I whispered, quietly, gently stroking his cheek.
TBC...
