Chapter 4

Justin Finch-Fletchley raced up the spiraling stone steps as fast as he could. He was near the common room entrance, when he slowed down, and quietly stepped towards a knight in armor.

"Badgers are friends, not food," he whispered. The knight nodded, and melted against the wall to form a door. Justin grabbed the handle, and opened it gently.

Once on the other side, he closed it softly and stepped into the common room. Little stuffy yellow chairs adorned the room, and Justin padded across the soft black carpet, past the fire which was blazing quite nicely. He felt the heat of the fire on his legs, which were somehow sweaty.

He tiptoed up to his room, where his classmates, including Zacharias, were snoring away. He kicked off his shoes, and then, without even pulling back his covers, he climbed onto his bed, lay down, and closed his eyes.

He lay for a few minutes, willing himself to go to sleep, but something kept flooding his mind. Someone. And the heat he had felt on his legs from the fire was no match for the heat he felt beneath his pants, where his sweaty legs and his stomach met his pelvis.

Nicholas's scratchy voice filled Justin's head, turning his flesh even hotter. This couldn't possibly be happening. He must have a fever. A fever caused by 500 year old ghosts. 500 year old, handsome, sexy, delicious...

Justin's hand, without him realizing it, had snaked its way down to his pants button, and was slowly undoing the top. He stopped, and noticed he was breathing quite heavily. Looking around the room, everyone was still sleeping. He took his wand from his nightstand. "Prospectus," he whispered, and the drapes around his bed shut tightly.

He set his wand back down, and closed his eyes, his fingers still on his half unbuttoned button. This was ridiculous. This couldn't be happening. He didn't even like boys.

Nicholas's face flashed in his mind, and a wave of fire flashed in his crotch, and he brought his other hand down to his pants, and unbuttoned them hastily. Then he slowly slid his right hand into his underwear, where his cock was quite stiff, and warm. He gave it a slight squeeze, and stifled a moan. He brought his hand down to the bottom, and then back up, and began, slowly at first, then quicker, to slide it up and down, over and over.

Nicholas's words filtered through his mind, spurring him to move faster and harder. "Would you like to...take a walk?" "I didn't realize you were stopping." "I wanted to get away from...the...other...boring...students." "Do you want to..." What was Nicholas going to say?

Justin bit his lip, as he tugged harder. He wished that it wasn't him doing this, but Nicholas. But then how could Nicholas do it? He was a ghost. He had walked right through Justin. Although that had felt different from any other time a ghost had walked through him. It felt almost solid, like Nicholas had to drag himself out, instead of just float. It felt cool...but hot...fire...and ice...and...

PS!!! Fun fact: I looked up a word to use for the spell to close his drapes, and apparently "Prospectus" is Latin for "Close your eyes and open your mouth." How more perfect could that be XD