~ Jaded Eros Presents ~
CHAPTER TWO: Hot and
Steamy
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After about an hour of apologizing to
his teammates and the rest of Gryffindor house, Harry finally made his way back
towards the dormitory. Everyone seemed to believe his story about the strong
wind current that caused him to momentarily loose his balance and slow down,
except for Hermione, who just looked at him curiously. She had attempted to pull
him aside to interrogate him about what really happened, but he quickly made the
excuse that he was tired and needed to take a shower.
As he walked into
the deserted dormitory, he decided that he really did need a shower after all.
He removed his uniform and threw it across his bed as he made his way towards
the lavatory. He turned on the water in the first empty stall and stepped back
giving the water a few moments to get warm. After testing the temperature, he
removed his boxer-briefs and stepped into the stall, closing the curtain behind
him.
As the warm water
cascaded upon his naked body, Harry relaxed and let all of the stress of the
past few days just melt away. He felt so calm and peaceful letting the water
soothe his aching muscles. It was so much nicer to have the lavatory all to
himself. For some reason the other Gryffindor boys had a tendency to be very
loud when attending to their daily grooming rituals. Harry wondered if they were
so vocal because they were trying to "act normally" when they were so
obviously uncomfortable in a room full of naked boys. Or maybe that was just the
way Harry felt, and the other boys really were just loud and obnoxious. He
wondered if they diverted their eyes and looked at the ceiling as they walked
through the room the way he did.
Harry was pretty
sure he was different that the other boys. He knew the sight of the other boys
excited him in ways he didn't want to admit... but what did that mean? Was he
gay? He didn't know. He tried to rationalize his feelings. He had always felt
drawn to Cho Chang, but he wasn't quite sure if the attraction was physical, or
if he just liked being around her because she was such a cool person. She was
really into Quidditch, she had a great sense of humor, and just seemed to fit in
as one of the boys. Maybe that's why he liked her... maybe he just felt really
comfortable around her because she exuded a sense of sexual passivity. He
couldn't help but wonder if maybe she was like him. Maybe she was really
uncomfortable being around all the girls and that's why she hung out with the
boys so much. Harry decided that his felling towards Cho were completely
platonic; after all, he had never had any erotic dreams about her, or any other
girl for that matter.
But why Malfoy?
Why was he suddenly having these sensual dreams about the one person who had
always been his enemy? Or was Malfoy really his enemy? He remembered the first
time he had ever met the blonde Slytherin. He hadn't been standoffish at all, he
had even tried to be Harry's friend, but Harry had instantly rejected him. Harry
had felt so nervous in his presence, and had felt the same ever since. He had
always thought it was just because the boy was such a prat. He had never
considered before that he found Malfoy intimidating because he might actually be
ATTRACTED to him. Now that he thought about it, Malfoy was rather fetching, with
his piercing blue eyes with flecks of silver and his silky blonde hair, which
would probably look even better if it wasn't always slicked back with that
industrial strength gel. Harry realized suddenly that he could picture every
little detail about Malfoy's face with little effort. From his strong jaw, to
his slender slightly upturned nose, to his milky soft skin, everything about the
boy was appealing. He looked almost pure and angelic, yet he was incredibly
confident and strong. A sense of power radiated from him, you almost felt safe
with him around. It was this juxtaposition of qualities that made him seem so
alluring, Harry realized.
Harry suddenly
became aware that he had been standing in the shower for quite some time,
letting the warm water run over his body, but he had gotten completely lost in
thought and hadn't even begun to wash himself. He picked up the soap sitting on
the inlaid marble shelf and rubbed it in his hands until a nice lather built up.
As he began to spread the lather on his chest, the sweet aroma of the soap
reached his nostrils and he suddenly had the strong desire to eat it. Hermione
had made the soap for him last summer and had appropriately named it "Hot
Apple Pie". The soap had a soothing effect and made his skin feel extra
smooth and silky, as well as making him smell delicious.
After rinsing
himself, he turned the water off, stepped out of the stall, and grabbed an
over-sized fluffy red & gold towel from the stack next to the sink. Once he
had dried himself off, he then wrapped the towel around his waist and made his
way back to the dresser next to his bed to find some fresh clothes to wear.
He noticed right away the house elves had been there while he was in the
shower since his soiled uniform had been removed. He was always amazed at how
efficient the house elves were. Every time he left something out of place, it
was always back where it belonged when he looked for it. He always had clean
clothes, and everything was always neat and tidy, which was especially amazing
since he lived in a dormitory with several teenage boys.
It was then that
he noticed the package sitting on his bed. It was wrapped in plain brown paper
with a black satin ribbon binding it together. The ribbon was tied into an
intricate bow on top and had a piece of parchment slid underneath. He picked up
the package and removed the parchment to examine it closer. Dark green
calligraphy slowly began to appear as he stared at the note.
"Put this on
and meet me in the Great Hall at Midnight.
~D~"
D?? He stopped
for a minute and tried to think of anyone who might be sending him a package and
signing it with a D? Dumbledore maybe? As he gingerly untied the ribbon and
removed the brown paper he continued to ponder the strange note.
When he removed
the lid from the box, all he saw was black silk. 'Wow!' he though to himself.
'Is Dumbledore sending me a new robe? or maybe it's another cloak my father left
behind and he has finally decided to give it to me. But why does he want me to
meet him at midnight?’ As he reached into the box to pick up the silk
material, he realized that it was simply a small piece of fabric concealing the
gift inside, like really expensive tissue paper. Harry's jaw dropped as he
lifted the silk to reveal a black leather thong and matching collar.
And suddenly another "D" name popped into his mind.... Draco.
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