Honey.

Pandemonium was on the menu the next morning. After stuffing his face with sausage and biscuit, Harry has raced to class, ahead of everyone one else, trying to hide from the still at hand prying of his mates. But the avoidance diden't last long as an over zealous Hermione with Ron in toe entered soon after.

"Ready to tell us whats going on Harry?" Ron quizzed, trying to ball all his worry on Harry.

"How many times will I have to tell you! Its nothing, just the test I'm worrying about! Harry glared at him.

Hermione looked confused and patted him on the shoulder. "Harry, the test was yesterday…" She looked at him deeply for a second, causing Harry to get flustered and look away, scared she might see what he was hiding there.

"Is this about the bloody ol' Cho Chang?" Ron reared, I though you'd gotten over her, been cast off any way since the whole…accident."

A resounding "Thwack" echoed off the classroom walls followed by a yelp as Hermione slapped Ron soundly on the cheek.

"Never are we to bring that up, how you could you be so insensitive, acting like it’s a whole gob of drama. Some one died you unfeeling dolt. And don’t bring it on Harry right now, he's just up in his own mind" She glared daggers at Ron who cringed and looked at his feet.

"I'm sorry Harry" Hermione said "We'll try not to worry about you, just try to get over whatever it is that’s bothering you alright" She went back to her work, yet looking just as worried.

As usual, Gilderoy entered the room in a flare of purple smoke and the whole back row of girls side for what seemed the umpteenth time. "Hello, hello, class. How are you all this morning?"

"Just fine Professor!" the class replied, the back row a little louder then the rest.

"Good, good. Well, today we will be taking on a special challenge, the art of bogart detection. You see, many of you may have heard of my renowned travels in Break with a Banshee and you may recall one such event that came about..."
Gilderoy talked on for what seemed like most of the class about his travels but for the first time it seemed all of his attention was on Harry.

Harry squirmed in his seat, he had been trying to catch his professors eye again for a number of days since the unannounced "incident" but now, as the golden haired Adonis's eyes pierced straight into his he felt like his head might explode. What in bloody hell could he be thinking' Harry pondered as Gilderoy's eyes seemed to longing drill into him. He diden't hardly hear a word for the rest of class as Gilderoy followed him in everything he did.

"Alright students, we'll resume this talk tomorrow and then hopefully get you in a place where you are able to detect a bogart" Lockhart smiled and as the bell range, and the students rushed off to their next class, the Potter gang packed up their things to go.

"God Harry, Lockhart was staring needles into you all period!" Ron laughed as he put his books away. "Probably thinks you did that drawing of him I left on his desk, bloody good artist I am"

"Heh, maybe" Harry replied faintly

"Oh Ron, don't worry him, he's been in a slum enough for this week. Doesn't need anything else to think about. Right Harry?" Hermione said

"I guess" Harry said.

As they were leaving the class room, Lockhart's waving brought Harry to his side. "Please stay after Class Mr. Potter" Gilderoy said looking quite worried but only enough for Harry to see, pulled out a chair for him. His friends waited for him at the door looking uncertain, but a wave from Gilderoy and they reluctantly dispersed.

As soon as the class room had been emptied and the door shut, Lockhart sat next to Harry in his custom adorned chair and put his hands in his lap. "Harry, I think you know the reason why I've asked you to stay after class. What happened the other was a mistake of sorts. I never meant to scare you off with my advances. I just-" As Lockhart began to talk, a haziness descended on Harry's mind.

"Its all right" Harry interrupted "I overreacted yesterday, I shouldn't have run off like that Professor. I'm sorry" Before he knew what he was doing, Harry leaned forward and put his hand on his taller teachers knee. "Really, I am Professor"

"Well, That's all good and well..." Gilderoy's voice seemed to trail off and he slowly looked down at Harry's hand on his leg. Harry noticed and quickly slammed away from his teacher.

"Oh, god sorry, that must have looked like. Oh I'm sorry Professor-" But he was cut off as Gilderoy gave him a small smile. And took his hand in his. "No, its okay" Lockhart said quietly as he placed Harry's hand back on his robed leg. Harry's face went a shade of startled purple and he tried to jerk away but Gilderoy held him there.

"I know you meant the best, you were just startled is all" His professor said as he leaned closer. "If you remember the other day, it was you who initiated that awkward moment between us. By now Harry's teacher was quite up close to him and his hot breath was upon his cheek. As Gilderoy got closer, the haze that surrounded Harry's mind grew thicker. "I just wonder it that will be true this time" And as the words past his lips, the sunshine haired professor raised his hand towards Harry's chest and rubbed his fingers up against his clothed nipple, slowly closing his fingers around it and pinching slightly.

Harry was now at full attention, every nerve in his body stood at full attention to the actions towards his chest. A welling moan filled him and came out as a rush of breath as Harry pressed his own hand to Lockhart's hand to keep it from moving. A small smirk appeared on Gilderoy's lips. "No one can seem to resist the touch of the famous Gilderoy Lockhart, you, being only one example of many"

"Lockhart..." Harry rasped out as the professors hands continued to massage and pull at his sensitive chest bump. "Stop, noooooo...Please. This is so wrong!" The last bit of his sentence came out louder then expected and a small look of surprise came over Lockhart's face. "Oh, what's so wrong about something that feels this right Harry, tell me" But Harry's lack of articulate movement at the moment caused only a small whimper to escape his lips and with in the second, Lockhart's other hand had wandered to his second nipple.

"See Harry, nothings wrong with this. Nothing at all, just a DADA Professor taking full advantage of what it rightfully his, the pleasure of his student. I'm supposed to help you like class, right Harry" He stressed Harry's name to a long sultry growl and all Harry could manage was a feeble nod. "Good, I'm glad we see things straight, because that's not what I'm going to make you Harry, and I do love contradictions"

"Now you stay right here while I get something or there may be a detention in order for you. A student must always obey the teacher" With that Lockhart hands left Harry's nipples and he stood up, walking to a cabinet situated in the side of the wall, he opened it and pulled out what seemed to be a jar full of amber liquid. For that time, Harry sat panting and looking around deliriously, obviously out of it.

'What in Merlin's name am I doing here, why am I letting this happen, it feels like I can't think any coherent thoughts. Its like there's some sort of spell on me" With Harry's last thought, Lockhart walked back to the desk and slowly sat down again. "You know Harry, one of my favorite foods is Honey, its sweet and thick and the color is quite beautiful. I like to eat it plain sometimes, taking spoonfuls and letting them set in my mouth, letting the sweet rich taste fill my mouth. Now I was wondering Harry if you would like to share some of my favorite thing with me today"

Gilderoy tentatively reached over and signaled for Harry's to lift his arms, then he successfully pulled Harry's shirt over his head, after discarding his robe on the floor. "As you can see by your current situation I feel that I won't just eat honey today, but I'll include you too.

About this time, Harry's mind began to get cloudier and as this happened a new part of his brain began to open up, a yearning, a small but rapidly increasing lust for the person now in front of him. He couldn't understand the feeling or where it was coming from, but these uncertain thoughts were soon diminished as they were clouded over like a sauna.

"Come with me Harry" Gilderoy took his blurry student by the hand along with the jar of honey and led him over to an old but comfortable couch in the corner of the classroom. He then layed him down and easily straddled him. "Would you like to share my favorite meal today Harry" When his student diden't respond he pushed further, tweaking his reddened nipple. "I said, would you like to join me"

That familiar yearning filled Harry's mind again and he sighed "Yes, Professor, I feel so hungry"

Gilderoy laughed and slowly turned the lid on the Jar of honey, opening it. What happened next startled Harry, even in his incapacitated state of mind. Gilderoy dipped his fingers deep into the jar and came out, his hand dripping with the delicious amber liquid and he proceeded to spread it on Harry's chest, namely his nipples. "I find, that honey goes good with toast, but what really brings out the flavor is a little skin". Gilderoy the bent down and with his body bent over Harry's, golden in his face, let his tongue glide over the amber covered nipple. Harry uttered a few gasps and clutched the couch underneath him. 'Lockhart, oh Merlin, jesus"

"Feels good to share food with your favorite Professor, Harry, doesn't it" Gilderoy's lips captured and sucked slowly over Harry's raised nipple as his tongue glided over and over again. When all the Honey was gone from one, he did the same with the other, flicking his tongue along the pink flesh. When both of Harry's nipples were clean Lockhart leaned against Harry's chest with his own, would you like some honey now Harry?" With this he captured Harry's lips in his own and the sexy taste of lavender honey filled Harry's mouth, Gilderoy ravished the young boys lips, their teeth clacking together as he invaded his mouth with his honey coated tongue.

Gilderoy was a intense kisser! All of Harry's thoughts concentrated on not being choked as his fair-haired professor literally fucked Harry's throat with his tongue. If not for the delicious taste, Harry might have protested, but instead, he let his mouth be invaded, be unknowingly devirginized by a man he had always thought to be a pompous fool, turned sexy fool of the moment. When Lockhart let go of Harry's mouth there was naked lust in his eyes and it scared him, what this man might do next.

"Oh Harry" Gilderoy panted, groping for words. "You make me so hot dear. My my, getting the powerful scarred little Harry Potter all to myself is a real turn on" His hand crept up to Harry's forehead and rubbed over the scar. "Im your biggest fan Harry, I just had to have you, now how does it feel to be famous and wanted like m-"

Gilderoy immediately shut his big trap as a presence made itself known in the room. Gilderoy looked up from Harry to the fire burning on the other side of the room, there was Dumbledore's face burning brightly in the ashes. "Gilderoy, are you there it asked into the seemingly empty room. Gilderoy sprung from the couch and rushed towards the fire. "Yes sir?"

"Were you sleeping or something? Peculiar, should be out in the sun" Dumbledore said kindly. "Anyway, there is some new paperwork just come in for you to sign, about your reentry as a teacher. I would bring it to you if I wasn't in the middle of it myself. If you would come to my office and pick it up please."

"Oh yes, I'll be right there"

"Alright, thank you Gilderoy" And with that Dumbledore's face disappeared into the flames.

"Now that was a close one, wasn't it Harry?" Lockhart looked back at a writhing panting Harry on the couch. "I may have to go but I'm not even a little bit done with you, so you might as well stay here till I get back, won't you please..." Lockhart chuckled to himself and walked towards Harry.
"Bindacus, Silencio!" He chanted at the boy on his couch with his wand at point. "That will make you sty put and silent until I get back" He giggled "Because Harry, we have so much left to do!" And with that he exited his classroom, Harry heard him turn the lock as he was left to himself in the dimmed light of DADA class.
He had to escape. Now.