The Friday Boy

CHAPTER 14

Harry yawned as he stared out of the bedroom window at the snow on the ground hardly believing it was Christmas holidays already. The last eight weeks of school had just flown by surprisingly quickly. Exams had run into one another and Harry had spent the majority of his free time studying. Being so busy with school Harry had not put much thought into Snape or himself, in fact nothing had happened between them since the kiss outside Dumbledore’s office. Snape had made no move to mention it and Harry knew better than to ask so their relationship had been left in a kind of limbo. Now though he was sitting staring out at the snow from his bedroom window at Grimmauld Place, waiting.

Snape had been summoned the night before the holidays had begun. It had been a considerably long time since the wizard had been called, too long in Harry’s opinion. Like Dumbledore Harry was concerned for Snape’s welfare but as always Snape had obediently gone to the call. That had been two days ago and still there had been no sign of Snape. Most of the order had been sent out on missions, all of them with instructions to keep a look out for the potion professor. That left only Sirius and himself in the large empty house. The Weasley’s were having a family Christmas at home this year, and so Harry had been forced to endure Sirius dreadful cooking the last two days. In general Harry was bored and with so much time on his hands he couldn’t help but think about Snape.

“Hey Harry.” Harry jumped a little as Sirius voice startled him. Spinning around in the window seat Harry smiled mildly at his godfather who was wrapped up in his traveling cloak and had a large beanie and a pair of gloves on. “Dumbledore’s just fire called me there’s been a death eater sighting in Hogsmeade and he wants me to go and check it out. Will you be okay on your own till tonight?” Sirius looked reluctant to leave Harry but the boy eagerly nodded his head.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine Sirius there’s food in the cupboard and Lupin will be home soon I’m sure.” Sirius sighed and nodded as he stepped back into the hallway. Getting to his feet Harry followed Sirius to the top of the stairs and watched as his godfather toddled to the bottom.

“Stay indoors and keep the door locked Harry.” Sirius glanced back up at Harry who rolled his eyes and nodded.

“And you keep out of trouble Black.” Harry chuckled as he watched his godfather wave at him before disappearing out of the front door, leaving Harry well and truly alone. This had been the opportunity he’d been waiting for, for the past eight weeks and having waited a little longer at the top of the stirs to make sure everyone had gone Harry scurried back into his bedroom.

With a giddy smile Harry pushed his bed to one side and with his pocketknife he’d had last Christmas carefully lifted the corner of the loose floorboard. Pushing the board aside Harry reached into the gap and having ferreted around a bit grabbed hold of the familiar brown paper bag he’d stashed there two days ago. Pulling out the bag Harry put the floorboard and the bed back before jumping onto his bed and sitting cross-legged with the magazines in his lap. Harry hadn’t had a lot of opportunity to read his magazines that he’d brought from Draco. Admittedly he’d flipped through them to look at the pictures but he hadn’t had a good look at some of the articles. Living in a dorm with six other boys made privacy practically impossible and having to share a bathroom was even worse. Harry had hoped that this holiday he’d have some alone time and sure enough today seemed to be it. Harry hadn’t wanked in over three weeks and there was no way he’d consider doing it with everyone coming and going from Grimmauld Place like it was a hotel. Sharing a room with Sirius wasn’t ideal either and so this opportunity was just what he’d been waiting for.

Flipping open the first magazine Harry idly flicked through the pages taking note of a few of the articles but not paying them a whole lot of attention. As his own cock twitched with excitement Harry sat back and undid his pants, still clutching at the magazine. With his legs apart and his knees up to rest the magazine against Harry stuffed his hand down the front of his jeans and wrapped his cold fingers around his burgeoning erection. With his hand gently massaging his prick Harry kept flicking the pages pausing where appropriate to full appreciate the erotic images. The magazines that Draco had chosen were top of the range or at least in Harry’s opinion and they were certainly graphic enough to spur Harry’s own imagination into placing himself and a certain dark haired potion professor in similar positions as the men in the magazine. Enjoying himself immensely Harry paused when he flipped the next page to find diagrams rather than pictures. His interested peeked Harry read the title of the article.

‘How To.’

Harry’s hand stilled on his cock as he began to read the page his eyes widening behind his glasses as he read the detailed account on how to perform a mind blowing head job. With the idea planted Harry just had to try it and having zipped himself back up took off down into the kitchen to find a suitable aid to practice on. The process seemed simple get a vegetable of your choice and follow the diagrams on the page. Harry ferreted in the kitchen for a few moments until finding a lone carrot at the bottom of ice cupboard. Having washed the carrot carefully free of dirt Harry then sat himself down on the kitchen floor with the magazine open in his lap. Never in the magazines of Ron’s that Harry had read was there ever a ‘how to’ page, and for novices like Harry it was a brilliant source of information.

Harry coughed and spluttered having tired to deep throat his carrot; the string from the carrots skin had stuck in his throat making him cough loudly. So far he was doing well, learning how to tongue, how to swallow and how to suck. It all seemed a little strange sitting in the kitchen sucking a carrot but Harry could see why you’d need practice. From what Harry remembered Snape was bigger than the carrot and that was limp, although Snape’s cock probably didn’t shed like the carrot was currently doing. Harry must have sat for a good hour practicing what he’d learnt going so far as to pretend to fondle the imaginary balls beside the carrot stuck in his mouth. Finally though with his mouth stretched sore and with his lips stained orange Harry had had enough. Putting the carrot in the bin Harry made sure to check the time on the grandfather clock in the hall as he made his way back up to his bedroom. There was no telling who would be home or when and Harry wanted to get a good wank in before the possibility of someone getting back. With every intention of finishing what he’d started in his bedroom Harry went to sit back down on his bed but paused as he noticed that one of the other magazines was the same title as the one he’d just used downstairs. Discarding the magazine currently in his hand Harry opened the new one and flipped quickly through the pages. Perhaps like most magazines this ‘how to’ section was a permanent feature.

Sure enough Harry came to the ‘how to’ page and glanced at the diagrams.

“Shit.” Harry whispered to himself as he scanned down the instructions. This was definitely something he’d have to try, bugger whoever came home first. Quickly grabbing the magazine Harry shoved the others under his mattress before gathering his towel and some clean clothes from his trunk. Making sure to stop at the top of the stairs to make sure no one had come home yet, Harry jogged up the hall and into the empty bathroom, magazine clutched under his arm. Pushing the door closed behind him with his foot Harry dumped his things on the rail before propping open the magazine behind the taps of the sink just below the mirror.

Quickly Harry pulled his jeans off and kicked them into the laundry hamper for Kreacher to wash before pulling down his cotton jocks so that they sat around his knees. Harry was still mildly hard from his earlier attention but the boy ignored it as he glanced at his reflection in the mirror ensuring that he could see himself in the reflective glass shower screen behind him. With a deep calming sigh Harry began to read carefully.

“Lubricant.” Harry muttered to himself when he’d finished reading the first step. In truth Harry had never really bothered with that stuff although he knew Ron had a tube of it under his pillow at school, however without some at hand Harry had to find a substitute. Opening the first draw under the sink Harry smiled when he spied Ginny’s tub of moisturizer sitting on top of the other junk in the draw. “Brilliant.” Harry muttered as he pulled out the jar and unscrewed the lid, balancing it in the sink for easy access. Satisfied with his choice Harry continued reading, slowly following the instructions.

Before long Harry was bent slightly over the sink, three moisturizer covered fingers probing at his own backside in their quest. Harry wasn’t enjoying himself, trying to look at your own reflection in a mirror as well as stick a finger into your backside was hardly an easy thing to do while you were bent over a sink but he was determined. Abandoning the magazines last few steps Harry shifted positions to at least get his first finger into his pucker. Harry winced in pain at the sting as he pushed his finger in to the first knuckle. The feeling was strange and Harry didn’t quite know what to make of it. All in all it seemed a bit of a let down. Harry stood there for a long time with his single finger in his arse waiting for something to happen as he re read the magazine article to see if he’d missed anything. So engrossed in what he was doing Harry never heard the front door open or the pad of footsteps on the stairs. He also never saw the figure that stopped outside the bathroom and stared in at him through the crack in the door where he’d failed to shut it properly.

“In and out maybe.” Harry muttered to himself unaware of the pair of obsidian eyes staring in at him through the slightly ajar door. Shifting his legs a little further apart Harry began to push his finger back and forth into his arse, the boy wincing at the sting as he watched his own reflection. Harry tried that for a good five minutes before at length he got cramp in his arm. “This sucks, it’s not even good.” Harry grumbled annoyed that whatever was supposed to happen hadn’t. Harry went to pull his fingers free but frozen as he felt a warm hand come down to gently rest on his lower back.

“You’re not doing it right that’s why.” Harry was sure he must have turned a beetroot red colour as his head snapped up to the reflection in the mirror as Snape’s silky smooth tone resonated around the bathroom. However Harry seemed to forget his embarrassing situation as he focused on Snape’s reflection. The wizard looked tired, his face pale and drawn, reminding Harry that Snape had been gone for two days.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Harry whispered as he went to stand up straight to address the potion master. Snape’s hand on Harry’s lower back however kept him still and Harry watched with wide eyes as Snape reached around him and dipped two slender, potion stained fingers into the jar of moisturizer.

“On assignment.” Snape whispered as he drew his hand around from the small of Harry’s back to grab the boy’s hand and place it firmly on the edge of the sink. Harry couldn’t breath as Snape moved up behind him the hand that had just made him grip the edge of the sink returning instead to gently caress Harry’s spine. “Nice deep breath Potter.” Snape whispered huskily as the wizard ran three moist fingers down Harry’s crack before slipping one entirely into Harry’s already slickened pucker. Harry gasped and went rigid at the sudden intrusion hardly believing what Snape had just done. “Relax Potter, that’s only one.” Harry’s arms shook as he gripped the edge of the sink, his legs trembling as he felt Snape slowly slide his finger in and out of Harry’s tight hole.

“Doing what?” Harry managed to breath out as Snape’s hands continued to coax him into relaxing.

“This and that, it seems his royal darkness is planning another attack on the Ministry. I was doing some research for him.” Snape’s voice was calm and collected as if they were having this conversation in the kitchen around the table. Harry bit his lip as Snape pulled his finger free before nudging two at Harry’s entrance. “Lets try two.” Harry couldn’t tear his gaze from Snape’s in the reflection of the mirror as he felt the two fingers being pushed inside of him slowly.

“Ow, that hurts.” Harry squeaked as Snape held him firm and continued to push his fingers inside the boy’s passage until they were full sheathed. Snape stilled his fingers before running his free hand up Harry’s tense back and up to his neck. Harry shuddered as he felt Snape lean over him, the man’s cool robes breezing over Harry’s heated skin.

“Shhh, I’m just loosening you up.” Snape breathed out into Harry’s ear, before licking a short path around the outer shell of the boy’s ear seductively. At the intimate touch Harry let his legs fall wider open his body relaxing enough for Snape to begin pumping his two fingers back and forth again. Slowly growing more used to the intrusion Harry began to see what the appeal was, especially when Snape guided one of Harry’s own hands down to his prick in order to start massaging himself. “See, worth the effort but let me show you the gem.” Snape breathed out heavily against Harry’s shoulder right before he thrust his two fingers deeply inside of Harry and crooked them slightly. Fireworks exploded behind Harry’s eyes as a fire swept from his backside to his head before pooling in his groin. Panting and groaning Harry felt Snape brush the spot deep inside him again causing him to shake from head to foot. With his fist clenched tightly around his own cock pumping away, and Snape’s fingers sliding in and out of him Harry was in heaven. It didn’t take long before he was stiffening beneath Snape before gasping breathlessly as he shot his creamy load all over the front of the sink. Harry’s white knuckled grip on the sink didn’t release as Snape stood up and slowly pulled his soiled fingers from Harry’s twitching hole. Harry felt strangely empty with the fingers gone and with his reddened sore backside exposed to the air and the sting that had returned. Unable to do anything but stare at Snape’s reflection, Harry watched as Snape casually picked up the towel and wiped his hands before replacing it on the rack. From downstairs Harry heard the front door opening and closing before the sound of Lupin’s voice filtered up from the hallway.

“Harry? Sirius? I’m home!” Having looked to the open door in fear Harry then glanced back at Snape who was moving towards it casually.

“When you can take three Potter…” Snape paused and held up three of his fingers by way of explanation. “You can take me.” Harry’s mouth fell open in shock as Snape winked at him before striding out of the bathroom, the door closing properly behind him as he left. Finally alone Harry couldn’t hold himself up any longer and collapsed in a heap on the floor.

“Sweet Merlin’s balls.” Harry breathed out as he shook his head hardly believing what had just happened. If Snape hadn’t made his intentions obvious with the first kiss back at school, this latest incident certainly got the message through. Wary of the fact he had to go and meet Lupin, Harry crawled on his knees into the shower. He needed to calm down or he wasn’t going to get through the rest of the day with Snape in the house.

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>