Notes

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.


Clue 3.


Soft hands ran over his heated skin as a silky voice whispered in his ear. His sensitive nerves were on fire as his lover started to kiss a trail down his throat. He screamed out as a hot mouth sucked on a nipple while the other was rolled between his lover’s fingers. He wanted the torment to end but at the same time he wanted it to go on forever.
“Please.” He moaned knowing that was what his lover was waiting for. He could practically feel his lovers smile against his chest before that sinful mouth moved further down. Then without any warning that hot cavern enveloped his hard, throbbing flesh.


Harry screamed as he sat bolt upright in his bed. The evidence of his vivid dream still achingly present. Trying to ignore the throbbing in his lower regions Harry tried to get some more sleep. After half an hour of trying to sleep Harry decided that he would have to take care of his little ‘problem’.

Trailing his hand down his chest Harry moaned as he remembered his dream lovers mouth on him. He finally grasped his cock and started to pump hard and fast hoping to cum quickly. He turned his mind back to his dream and thought about what the man had been doing to him. How hot his mouth had been and how silky his voice was. Moaning loudly Harry bucked up into his hand before spilling his seed all over his hand.

Lying limply on his bed Harry thought back to his dream and mystery lover. The man had seemed so familiar but he just couldn’t place him. The voice and skin had reminded him of someone but he couldn’t think of who. Giving up on trying to figure out who the mystery man was the young man decided to get some sleep.


The early morning sun peaked over the horizon and filtered through Harry’s drapes to hit his eyes. Groaning he rolled over but it was no use the light had woken him up. Sitting up he felt around for his glasses before pulling the cold metal on. Groaning as he found that it was way too early to possibly be awake even on a weekday.

Sighing Harry made his way to his trunk thinking to maybe go flying for a bit before class. He needed to clear his head from the remnants of the dreams he had the night before. Thinking about the wind flying past him Harry came to a halt on the stairs down to the common room. He had almost completely forgotten about the clues. His mind had been too busy on the kiss from Malfoy and the erotic dream he had had to even skim over the clue.

But now as he walked out of the common room he thought about it and tried to figure out why he had suddenly remembered it.

“Lets see.” Harry muttered to himself. Harry thought back to what he had figured out the night before in detention. It wasn’t the infirmary since it was inside and it wasn’t a graveyard. It seemed to be some type of tool shed but was there even a tool shed on the grounds?

Harry briefly pondered asking Hagrid if he knew of any storing shed on the grounds. Okay Harry thought what was the whole clue.


‘This is where we are brought to sleep
Although we have never been alive
Out on the ground you keep us safe
For when the weather does decline’


Harry was sure the last part was really important. It seemed to tell him that the only reason for its use was when the weather was bad. That would make the answer a tool shed as tools rust in bad weather.

Harry still get that nagging feeling that he had before that he was wrong. Think Harry think he urged himself. Harry didn’t notice when he reached the Quidditch pitch or when he walked to the changing rooms. He did however notice when he bumped into one of the benches in the room. It was then that it hit him.

Jumping up Harry ran out of the changing room and Quidditch pitch as fast as he could. He skid to a halt outside the small shed that he never thought about. The broom shed. It all made sense now.


‘This is where we are brought to sleep’ after using a broom it’s brought here to ‘rest’.

‘Although we have never been alive’ Brooms are inanimate objects thus never alive.

‘Out on the ground you keep us safe’ The brooms are kept safe in the shed.

‘For when the weather does decline’ No one leaves his or her broom out in bad weather.


It was all so simple now that Harry wanted to hit himself for being so stupid. But he would leave that for later. Now he had to get his next clue. Opening the door to the shed Harry scanned from the note. He started to panic when he didn’t see anything but brooms. Maybe he was wrong and there really was a tool shed somewhere. Turning to shut the door something caught his eye. It wasn’t much just a flash of white out the corner of his eye but it was enough. Looking at the spot of colour he saw a note attached to the back of the door. And there was the little snake.

Harry let out a whoop as he took the note off the door. He giggled in excitement at the thought of what the note held.

“You sound like a girl Potter.” An all too familiar voice said behind him.

“Well you look like one Malfoy.” Harry replied smoothly.

“Oh ha ha Potter. What you got here?” Malfoy asked as he plucked the note from Harry’s fingers.

“Hey give that back.” Harry shouted.

“Why is that Potter? Is it a love note or a note for a secret meeting? Is that it Potter?” Malfoy smirked.

“It’s none of your business Malfoy so why don’t you get a life and leave me alone.” Harry yelled as he took his note back before storming away.

In his anger he didn’t notice the happiness that flickered through the blondes silver eyes at his possessiveness of the note.

So tell me what you think
Jinx.