The beginnings of an obsession

He shifted in his seat trying to find a comfortable way to sit with a rapidly swelling cock. He decided crossing his legs would be best and probably the least noticeable position for anyone to sis bis bludge or did Harry want his Professor to see his needy cock? * No no of course not* Harry shook himself of any thoughts that involved Severus’s big hands wrapped around Harry’s weeping cock and stroking up and down and up an.. * No stop that..must write these stupid ingredients so I can get away from this Beautiful? Handsome? Sexy? Horrible! Evil! Bastard!*.

An hour and a half later erection finally gone, Snape looked up from his book as he was handed several bits of r cor containing the ingredients to today’s potion on them.
“Pathetic effort Potter as always but you may go as I do not feel like wasting anymore of my time” Snape sighed.
* What you’ve got something better to do? Wash you hair perhaps?*
“Thank you Professor” Harry glared.

Harry wasn’t in the mood for dinner and he’d missed half of it already because of that prick so he went straight to bed, not that he could sleep.
He lay awake unable to sleep for the fourth night this week, his boner back in full swing.* Why does his sarcastic remarks and obnoxious smirks turn me on? I hate this guy but I want to fuck his sexy brains out? Sexy? No! That man is certainly not..certainly is sexy. I want Professor Snape!*

For the second time that day Harry’s hand was stroking his hard dick, pulling his foreskin up over the head and then back down his whole penis and up again, he continued this movement getting faster all the time. His breathing fastened too and little moans he couldn’t suppress came out. His face started to go slightly pink and his other hand gripped tightly around his bed sheets, knuckles going white as his dick sprayed seed all over Harry’s hand and stomach.
Harry not being the sort of boy that liked to waste things,opedoped up his cum onto his finger and sucked it all down. His breathing steadied and his eyes fluttered closed.

“Harry wake up you’ll be late for breakfast” Ron cheerfully sang as he shook Harrym him his sleep.
“Hmmm..ok..Ron I’m awake, get off me” Harry yawned as he sat up and rubbed his eyes.
“See you down at breakfast then!” Ron yelled and skipped down the stairs.

Harry climbed out of bed, placed his glasses on and ended for the hall, getting dressed on the way. The hall was noisy with first years talking about their first flying lessons and how they put their little toe into the forbidden forest and nothing happened.
Harry sat himself down next to Ron, he butter some toast and poured himself a coffee.
He glanced up to the teachers table, Dumbledore was looking around the room with his blue twinkling eyes admiring his students, Professor Flitwick was trying to reach the sugar, Professor McGonagall was making small talk with..with..Professor Snape. * Wow he looks so good in the mornings…actually he looks exactly the same as always..so good* Harry sighed to himself before realising what he’d just thought. * God what am I a 12 year old school girl stop it!* He shook himself mentally before noticing Ron and Hermione’s quizzical gaze upon him.
“What?” Harry frowned.
They both just shook their heads.
“Ok well..see you later” Harry said as he picked up his stuff and headed off to his first class.

* Boring day again, stacks of homework, not enough leg room in Charms..*
“Oh shit sorry!” Harry had accidentally walked into someone, he looked up to see who his unfortunate victim was when he heard the familiar..
“Potter!” Professor Snape was standing in front of Harry staring at him with a not too pleasant expression on.
“Watch where your going you little brat and don’t use such language. 10 points from Gryffindor” Snape spat and strode off to his dungeons * probably to torture small animals or even more likely small children*

Harry had walked right into Snape’s uh..private area? Harry had felt the outline of Snape’s penis against his stomach for a spilt second * least now I know he has actually got one* and his robes had curled around Harry’s little form. It felt good and he wanted more, a lot more and Harry was going to get it.

The next day in potion Harry decided if he wanted Snape, he was going to have to show him he was interested first.