Ok, this is gonna be a little M-rated now. Or maybe a lot, depending on your view, haha. Click the 'back' button now if you're not likely to want to read a scene involving masturbation. Or read at you peril – it's up to you.
-CHAPTER SEVEN-
Harry awoke the next morning to sheets that were less than clean. He felt himself blush as he remembered his very X-rated dream, starring none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Scourigfy," Harry muttered, extremely glad of the cleaning spell – it would be rather embarrassing if the house-elves were constantly changing his sheets.
Glancing at his watch, Harry saw he might as well get up. He grabbed his things and headed into the bathroom. It was empty, and Harry was glad – even after five years he still wasn't that comfortable with communal showering.
Harry soaped himself up, the memory of the dream still fresh in his mind. He found himself getting more and more aroused, and eventually slipped a soapy hand down to his groin.
Harry wrapped his hand around his hard cock, and began stroking it, images from his dream running through his mind.
I can't believe I'm jerking off over Malfoy, Harry thought, but by now it felt too good to stop. He continued, feeling his breathing becoming shallower, and the pressure mount, until at last he came. Harry bit his lip to keep from crying out and felt his knees weaken ever-so-slightly as the power of his orgasm surged through his body.
Harry watched as his soap and seed washed down the drain, then suddenly became aware of someone else in the room.
Seamus Finnegan stood in the doorway clutching a fluffy white towel and a bottle of shampoo. He had a perfect view of Harry, but his eyes were averted. Harry blushed, "Uh…I was just…uh…"
"Oh yeah, of course!" Seamus said quickly. He winked as he walked past Harry. "Whoever's in your mind must be quite the hottie."
Harry turned redder. He had no idea how he was going to face Draco after this, or Seamus.