How I Met Your Mother

Chapter One

It was a race against time and Cameron was starting to lose.

The Slytherin ran as fast as he could through the halls of Hogwarts, heading straight for the Common Room, though he didn’t have any real intentions of staying there for too long. His stomach twisted into bits as his footsteps echoed about him, and he barely able to slip past a crowd of 4th years that were heading off to class. Even though he knew he had to be there, he couldn’t bring himself to sit any longer. The pressure was too much and if he didn’t expend it some how, he was going to go mental. There was no ifs, ands, or buts about it, he was going to get rid of this evil and then pretend like it didn’t happen what so ever.

In front of him the portrait was beckoning and he almost smiled as he slowed down his pace slightly, adverting his eyes from the other portraits that were just staring at him, wondering what this boy was doing back. Sneering slightly, he threw the password at the drawing, and slipped through the small crack that was being provided for him. Cameron knew that he was running short on time and he was going to end up doing it in plain view of everyone if he didn’t get to the dorms…and fast. And that was what he was doing, running through the nearly empty room, grateful that there was no one there that knew him really, and up to the 4th year dorms.

It wasn’t long before he was inside his dorms, throwing his bag just anywhere that he could, his mind focused on getting rid of this pressure that was growing inside of him. It wasn't the first time that he had felt such a need, but it was the first time that this was caused by someone...someone that he would have never expected. The room was empty (or so it seemed by the look on his face) and he didn't waste any time, his robes piling up on the floor by his four poster bed, soon to be followed with his pants and boxers. It was a task, because getting those off in a hurry while he was as hard as he was...it was painful.

Without even thinking about it, he grabbed his erected member and stroked it roughly, moving backwards as he did so onto the bed. Moaning loudly, he bit his lip as he continued to stroke himself in a mad fashion, his other hand trailing everywhere on his lower body...inner thighs, his balls, the soft skin above the hardened shaft. And every touch made his sneses go haywire, his moans growing louder as he did so. "Mumph…Gods…NO!" But that couldn't stop from what was happening and his hand moved faster, his breathing becoming rapid, that orgasm hitting him hard as he leaned his head back and moaned as loudly as he could.

"Terry!" A strange name for him to be yelling at the height of ecstasy, but it fell from his lips every so easily as he bucked his hips, his eyes squeezing shut tightly as he felt a release from inside of him. As if that wasn't enough, he could feel his hot and stick seed shoot from the head of his swollen dick, the pain of holding it in for so long was finally being pushed out of him as he continued to thrust into his hands, doing so until he could no longer hold himself up, his member going soft and flaccid. Sighing softly, he brought his hand up to his face and popped a sticky finger in his mouth, sucking on it gently, removing the cum...though reality just slapped him in the face.

"What the fuck am I doing?!"

The loud cry echoed about the dormitory as the lone boy shook violently from his spot on his bed. Panting heavily, he leaned backwards, shaking his head slightly as he stared at the canopies above. A pale hand was right in his eyesight and he looked at it with a sigh of disgust, unsure about what to do with it. A small sigh of relief sneaked out of his throat as he finally looked about him, his eyes double checking to make sure that no one had come in during his one moment of…well this would become a moment of regret. Actually, it already was, because not only had he soiled himself physically, but mentally as well.

Hie heart slowed its beating as he grabbed his blanket and wiped his hand off on it, it was the remnants of something that even he couldn't understand...something that he didn't want to understand. How could one boy that he despised so much make him commit and act that could cost him everything that he had? Never before had he felt such passion when masturbating, and never had that need aroused within him by simply looking at someone. A mere child had gotten under his skin and even though he was desperately trying to fight it off, it was now apparent that he couldn't. Something was wrong, he shouldn't have wanked off to that...that...child.

There was this sinking feeling inside this that it won’t be the last time.