I have no excuses for not updating, only apologies. If I owned Harry Potter, all of the characters would be having a lot more sex.
Chapter 10
Harry was having a terrible week. He suspected he might be going mad, although it wouldn't be the first time. It was definitely, most probably unhealthy to have an erection for this amount of time; "thank Merlin for roomy robes" he thought to himself. But he couldn't help it, not with Blaise sodding Zabini around. Every time he thought he had gotten himself under control, Blaise would do something that was so supremely sexy that all his progress went to shit and he would have to dart to the nearest bathroom to 'adjust' himself. Then he had to start the whole process over again with deep calming breaths and thoughts of Aunt Marge if he had any hope of diminishing his sizeable erection. He felt flustered and off balance constantly with Blaise around and it just wasn't fair that the bastard was so cool and collected when Harry felt as if he was burning up inside.
Harry had sat facing the Slytherin table today, but dinner was quickly becoming less and less appealing as he watched Blaise and Draco engaged in a heated discussion with their heads bent low over their meals. He wondered for the first time if Draco was gay and if the two might be involved in some way. It seemed as if they had been spending more time together recently. Harry watched as Blaise licked a creamy line of soup from his upper lip while making direct eye contact with him across the room. Harry couldn't take it anymore and stood up. This was it. He was going to the prefects bathroom where he would put up a silencing charm, triple lock the door, and have a nice, fulfilling wank in peace. If he admitted it to himself, he had sat facing the Slytherin table today for the new fantasy wank material Blaise had just provided him with. As soon as he stood up he realized Hermione had been talking to him and was now looking at him askance. Ron too looked puzzled at his abrupt motion.
"Er, just remembered I have a Potions essay to finish. Sorry, Hermione," he muttered and began to leave.
"I thought you finished that last night mate," Ron called after him.
"Uh, I meant Charms," he called back distractedly and quickly left the hall before Ron and Hermione could become aware of the 'problem' in his pants.
He was so keen to get away and finally relieve some tension that he didn't notice the dark figure who followed him into the entrance hall. As Harry hastened to the stairs, he heard a large ripping noise and all of his books, quills, ink bottles, and other school related detritus toppled onto the stone floor. He let out a snarl of frustration and fell to his knees, haphazardly shoving the items back into his shoddily Reparo-ed shoulder bag. Almost finished, he froze as he became aware of a highly polished black shoe in his line of vision. He looked up to see Blaize Zabini casually spinning Harry's favorite quill between his lithe fingers.
"Hello, Potter" he said with a smile like sin.
Harry swallowed convulsively as he watched the quill spin around and around in toffee colored fingers. Those fingers had been in his dream last night doing something less than appropriate to his prostate. He stifled a groan and said as politely as he could manage,
"Could I have my quill back please?"
"Oh, I don't think so," replied Blaise, still with that cocky grin on his face.
Harry closed his eyes and took some deep calming breaths. When he opened them, Blaise was standing right in front of him. They were standing almost nose-to-nose now. He gasped a little in surprise and inhaled a scent that was intoxicating, spicy, musky, and something slightly tangy. As he stood there and just inhaled, he got whiffs of wood smoke, lemongrass, and other smells he couldn't name. Blaise smelled delicious. Harry's eyelids flickered and he continued to pant, openmouthed and lost for words. All of a sudden, Blaise leaned forward and gently sucked on Harry's lower lip. It was over so quickly he could scarcely believe it had happened at all and then Blaise whispered,
"You can have it back tomorrow night on the astronomy tower."
"What?" said Harry, too dazed to make sense of the words.
"Your quill," he replied, smirk firmly back in place and he strolled languorously down the stairs to the dungeons as Harry stood frozen to the spot. "Bloody hell" he thought to himself and finally started his ascent up the grand staircase. He licked his lips offhandedly and his eyes rolled back in his head, as he tasted Blaise Zabini again. He needed that wank now more than ever and he hurried up to the common room to grab his shower kit, utilizing several secret passageways along the way to hasten his journey to the prefect's bath and to completion.