Punishment

People were filling in the dark, damp dungeon. Harry was last of course, because of the long, grueling lecture Professor McGonagall had given him.
\"Mr. Potter, you’re late!\" Snape hissed.

\"I had to stay back and talk to Professor McGonagall.\"

\"Very well, five points from Gryffindor.\" Snape said with a sneer on his face, for he already knew the stunt Harry pulled in Transfiguration.

Harry took his usual seat between Hermione and Ron. He glanced over at Draco. A huge stone formed in his stomach.

\"Today we are going to make a Sleeping Draft,\" Snape said in a dull voice, \"that is… if you can handle it Mr. Longbottom?\" His voice turned to a tone of satisfaction. Neville glared defiantly at Snape’s back when he turned to write the ingredients and procedure on the chalk board behind him.

As the class began to start on their potions Harry couldn\'t help but loo Dra Draco\'s direction every so often, hoping and longing for him to look back, but never did. So Harrcidecided to pay attention to his work, he didn’t want to provide Snape with another reason to deduct points from his house.

Draco got up from his desk to gather his potion ingredients, wand clutched in hand at his side. As he passed in front of Harry’s desk he looked up in time to see Draco flick his wand directly at the Harry’s desk.

\"Erogatio tolero incompertus,\" he mumbled in a whisper.

Suddenly Harry felt a hand slide into his trousers, then paused. He looked over at Hermione, her hands were on top of the desk, one was stirring her nearly finished potion, and the other was scribbling notes on her parchment. He looked down at his trousers, nothing was there. The hand came back to life and swirled its forefinger around the head of his length then wrapped the rest of the fingers lightly around his penis then skimmed down wrapping tighter, but not too tight, as it moved down. Harry’s member came to life with this motion. He could feel himself pressing against the now all too close desk. He gripped the edge of his chair, he tried to go back to concentrating on his work, and maybe it would stop. The invisible hand didn’t though, it began stroking up and down his shaft slowly. A low moan escaped his lips.

Hermione looked up from her parchment. “Are you alright Harry?”

He tried to make his voice as steady as possible, “y-y-yeah,” he mumbled, “I-I just have a b-b-it of a stomach ache.” He clutched at his stomach pretending to be in pain.

The unknown intruder in his trousers had increased the speed of the stroking to a fast pace, he felt his orgasm growing closer very quickly. He had needed this for a while and was going to make the most of it…even if it wasn’t from Draco. Harry bucked his hips hoping rubbing his erection against the desk would give him his release; it only drove him a little closer. Then, just when he thought the stroking would do it, it was gone. He moaned, loudly this time.

Snape looked up from the papers in front of him that he was grading. \"Mr. Potter! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!\"

\"I-I n-need to be excused,\" was all he could stutter out before standing up to rush out of the room, covering the erected area of his trousers with his robe.

He ran full speed to the nearest bathroom, and hurried into a stall, barely able to lock the door behind him. He began to masturbate to relieve his unexplainable pleasure; it didn’t take long for him to finish himself off. He shot his warm liquid into the toilet in front of him. Harry leaned against the stall wall trying to regain his composure, and figure out what just happened.

‘Draco,’ Harry thought to himself, ‘it must have been that spell he muttered when he passed me!’ He cursed Draco for it. ‘He must have had a good laugh at me rushing out of the dungeon,’ he thought. He flushed the toilet and walked out the stall to go wash his hands.

Harry glanced at his watch, there was no need to go back to Potions, he was already late for lunch.