Just a Bit More

Just a bit More

I usually do not complain much. Why should I? I am the famous Harry Potter. I had good friends, a loving godfather, and I got to be with the man of my life.
If that is true, then why am I complaining?

*Three month ago

I am currently on the top of the astronomy tower; one of the highest one. Wrapped around my invisibility cloak, nobody saw me come up, nor did anybody see my nudity.
The door creaks open and he walks in.
I watch as he cast a locking charm and a silencing charm, and turns towards my general direction.
“Take the cloak off, Potter,” he says.
I quickly obey and expose myself to the sexiest man in Hogwarts.
I stare at him as he takes his robes off and, with a silent order, I crawl up to him and unzip his pants, letting his beautiful cock come free.
“Suck,” he ordered in a voice that sent shivers down my spine.
I stuck my tongue out and tentatively licked his manhood. A groan encourages me and I start running my tongue up and down him shaft, as if it was candy. Pulling the foreskin backwards, I gently sucked the head that oozed with precum.
I felt his hands comb in my hair, urging me to go on.
I take his hard dick in my mouth, sucking him off. One of my hands was playing with his sacks, while the other one was holding his hips.
As I pleasure him, I can hear him say things like “Good little slut” and “That’s the way, my little bitch.” Nothing I am unfamiliar with.
He came with a loud moan, spilling his seeds in my mouth. I greedily swallow, gently squeezing his balls, milking him for all he is worth.
I finally pull away, but not after giving him one last lick. I look at him and he pulls me up by my unruly hair and kisses me harshly. I kiss him back, but softer, sending him my love for him.
Before he leaves, he tells me that I was a good slut, tonight.
Just as the door closes, I tell him that I loved him.

He leaves and I am left alone once again. I collapse on the ground.
My hands wander to my erect cock, squeezing it painfully as tears fall. A continue pumping myself, all while thinking about him.
It has been already over two month since we started ‘seeing’ each other. We had almost nightly sex-on-the-tower, and I almost lost count how many times I told him I loved him. Yet, he never told me that he loved me back.
This is not the first time he left without satisfying me, but I am not complaining.
I do not deserve someone like him.
Hermione says that I do not deserve this kind of treatment from him.
I tell her that I am the one that does not deserve him.
She tells me that I do not think highly enough of myself.
I tell her that she thinks TOO highly of me.
I explain to her that in class, he has to treat me badly since there are death eaters in class and you cannot expect a fellow death eater to be nice to Harry Potter now could you? Even Ron understood that.

Ron… another one of my problems… he hates me now. He barely managed to keep his temper in check when I told him I was gay, but when he realized just whom I had fallen in love, he lost control and blew up. He could not have his best friend fall in love with a ‘Slimy Slytherin’.
Hermione says that he will come around, but I am not too sure. In the meantime, she will be playing peacemaker.

I walk to Gryffindor tower, stopping in front of the fat lady’s portrait to say the password. The portrait swings open and I walk in, not expecting anybody to still be up. Who would? It is past eleven and we have class tomorrow.
I, unfortunately, still have a three-foot essay due tomorrow to write for history of magic so I grab my books and start working.
About an hour later, I have the required length written down about the giant wars. It is roughly done with my biggest handwriting but it will do… Professor Binn will not care…
I stagger up to the sixth year’s dorm, falling asleep the moment my head touched the pillow.
I had wet dreams about him again, and I wake up hard and sweating. The dorm is still dark and tranquil, and I can head the steady breathing and snoring of my dorm mates.
I grab my wand from the bedside table and mumble a tempus.
It is only seven o’clock.
I go to the washroom to relieve me of my… problem.
I go to the common room, doing some last-minute transfiguration practice since I did not get time to do it yesterday. As students start waking up, I pack my books and flee to the Great Hall.

The tables are mostly empty; most of the occupants were asleep. I cast a glace at his table. He is there. He smirks at me by it quickly changes into a glare when a pack of Hufflepuffs enter.
After breakfast, I head to the transfiguration class and sit in the back or the class.
As usual, Hermione becomes my seat partner since most of the students hated me for being gay. Each time they talk about it, I just tell them to fuck off.

The day dragged on, and during the evening, I started counting the seconds before I am to meet him.
Ron notices and takes that chance to taunt me. Hermione just comes and snaps at him for being an insufferable prat.
To past the time, I decide to do a bit of homework. I had a five-foot essay on the proper was to brew a hair growth potion, practice transfiguration, and research a bit for care of magical creatures.
Fifteen minutes before eight, I go to the dungeons, where I wait for his door to open and let me in.
The clock struck eight and the wall shift aside, letting me enter his chamber.
On contrary beliefs, his room is not all green and silver. It was actually a very welcoming blue and black. Of course, the other two colors were existent but they were not he main ones.
He leads me to his large bed, and tells me to strip.
I do it without complaint. I know he is watching my every movement, and that turns me on more than you can ever imagine.
Once I am fully naked, he approaches me from behind, whispering in my ear,
“Excited?”
It sent shivers down my spine. I nod.
Is excited me like nothing else.
He presses his gorgeous body against my back as he pumps my shaft almost painfully. I can feel his rock hard cock rock against my ass.
Near my orgasm, he stops and tells me to get on the bed and, with the bottle of lube he passes me, prepare myself for him.
As I watch him strip his clothe off, I crawl onto the soft bed. I am on both my knees and one hand. The other one is busy fingering me, stretching me.
I want to touch my throbbing erection to give it some kind of friction… some kind of release. However, he did not say so, and I do everything he says.
He moves out of my sight, but I can still feel his eyes drill holes in me.
The bed shifts as he crawls in.
“Good little slut,” he says. His voice sent jolts straight to my prick.
He removes my hands from my ass and joins it with my other one. He places me so that I was resting on my face, and that my butt was high up in the air.
I can feel him gently caress my cheeks, gently spreading them apart and slamming right into me. I could feel his balls hit my ass.
I cry out in pleasure when he hits my prostate over and over again, sending me waves of pleasure.
“You’re such a tight little slut,” he whispers. “So tight… Touch yourself bitch… come for me…”
My hands slide down, gripped by erection and start pumping myself as he continues trusting into me.
We cry at the same time as we come. He spills his load inside me as my seeds cover the bed. Nothing that cannot be fixed with a simple cleaning charm.
After a few minutes of gathering strength, he told me that I should get back to the Gryffindor dorms before they sent a search squad after me.
I nodded and reluctantly, left. Before I stepped out, I told him that I loved him, again.
I am sore as I climb the stairs to the Gryffindor common room, but I am not complaining.
It is not every day I get release.

The days pass by pretty much the same.
I wake up early to do a bit of homework, breakfast, classes, lunch, classes, dinner, homework, sex… Of course, the last one does not always appear on the schedule. It depends whether or not he has detention, whether or not he is busy.
Even then, I rarely get release from him. However, I get to pleasure him in imaginable ways, so why am I complaining?
Even so, I cannot help but wish that he would actually tell me that he loves me, and if he does not, to stop playing with my emotions.

Recently, thanks to the increasing numbers of attack from Voldemort, I have to take extra defense classes where I am taught darker magic, including Avada Kedavra.
As the day flies by, I can feel the battle approaching. Yet for some reason, I have this itching feeling deep inside me that is telling me that I am not going to survive this one.

It is a normal day. It is lunch and everybody is talking about the most recent attack. That is when Tonks, the current defense teacher, comes running in.
“Albus! The death eaters broke through the wards! They are attacking the castle!”
Immediately, the student body started to panic and scream.
“SILENCE!” yelled the headmaster. “Prefects, lead the students to the common room. Nobody is to get out, unless attacked. The teachers, Mr. Potter, and Mr. Malfoy, who have been training for this war, will be defending the castle with me. Mrs. Granger, please contact the ministry at once. Then, please head to the hospital wing where you will be assisting Poppy.”
Everybody knew that Hermione has been studying advance healing with Mme Pomfrey. This is her chance to help.
Following the teachers, Draco and I go into battle. This is what we have been working for these past few months.

A few minutes later, which seemed like hours, many of us had already fallen.
The death eaters were not fairing to well either though. I have already killed Bellatrix, avenging Sirius.
A few minutes later, to my uttermost surprise, Voldemort went down. Who knew a simple Avada Kedavra would kill him? Unfortunately, it was not over yet. Lucius Malfoy was still standing, firing the death curse over and over again. He had already tried to kill his own son!
That is when I saw it: That bastard of a death eater shot the killing curse right at him.
Not thinking, I run between him and the green jet of light, using my body as a shield. I swear I can see the look of surprise and horror on his face.
Just before the curse hit, I kiss him, for the first and last time in public. His threat of killing me if I did does not matter anymore. I am going to die in a few seconds anyways…
With that kiss, I send him all the love I can, all the love I have for him.

*Back to the present*

That is how I died, in the arms of the one I love the most.
I had fallen with unshed tears in my eyes, showing love and concern, while his showed shock.
I do not blame him… I took the blow for him. He was supposed to die, not the boy-who-lived.

So, like that, I died for the one I love, although I now understand that he does not love me back. Too bad it took me so much time to see that. All I wanted was to be more that just the bloody boy who lived to him, more that just Potter, more than just his slut, more than just his bitch. Just a bit more… Severus…


The end