Getting Over It

He sat, just sat and stared up at me as I swept past him, glaring at him as he sighed. Granger stands beside him, pouring powdered unicorn horn into their potion while Potter does nothing. As I watch him, his eyes slowly drift shut and he drifts off into a disturbed and nightmare riddled sleep.
Needless to say, the potion's lab was not the best place for me to leave him, least Dumbledore should find him and accuse me of neglecting to look after the golden boy. No, I levitate him into my study and lay him on a sofa by the unlit grate. I have no need for fire or heat, I do not feel the warmth anyway, only the cold resiting in my heart.
I watch his slumbering face, noticing, not for the first time how beautiful the young boy is, despite his troubled sleep, plagued with nightmares about his godfather. It's not the first time I've watched him sleep. No, I stood over him and looked after him when the mutt died last year, I heard him calling out his name and screaming appologies as he slept.
I was the first thing he saw when he woke up, I thought perhaps, that I could somehow seduce him, like I tried to do to his father. No, not a chance. He would never love me, a broken down old death eater who is old enough to be his father. His father. He looks so much like James, so much like the man I fell in love with. That was the reason I hated him so much, because he lived and James died, he did everything so much like James, every little thing he did reminded me of what I had lost, what I could never have.
I felt the anger crash around me in waves as I remembered that night. The night my master killed the man I loved. Never again had I been able to love another like I loved James, not even Lucius, the boy I had know all my life.
No, but now I saw, that Potter jr. was more like me than his father, sinking deeper into depression... No, he couldn't be allowed to, noone deserved my life, except me.
Coming to my decision, I picked up my wand from where I had dropped it on the desk and waved it at Potter's sleeping form. His clothes disolved and he was left laying naked upon my leather couch. Desire blazed inside me as I looked at his lithe form, long limbs and compact muscle from that damn game he played, skinny sholders and hips far too curvy for a boy.
I knelt down behind him, running my wand between his arse cheeks, slipping into the wrinkled hole there. He squeaked in his sleep as I pushed the wand in deeper, searching for his prostate. He tensed as I held him down then relaxed almost instantly as I found the bundle of nerves inside him, pressing down upon it with the tip of my wand.
He squaked suddenly and jumped as he woke and realised what I was dooing.
"P...p, pr'fessor what'r you doing?!" He yelled sounding desperate. "Stop it! Please, stop it!!"
I pushed the wood in deeper, enjoying the pained screams Potter released as I bagan thrusting it in and out of the virgin enterance.
"No no no no" he chanted over and over as my thrusts began to slow as my arm tired. I reached down and undid the top buttons of my trousers having disposed of my robes earlier and brought out my half hard prick. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked a few times before standing infront of Potter and yanking his head down. He opened his mouth to protest and I shoved my prick down his throught.
"Suck, Potter, and if you dare bite me, I shall show you so much pain you'll wish you'd never been born."
He began to suck me, tentatavley at first but gaining confidence as I grew harder inside his mouth. I allowed myself a moan and grabbed hold of Potter's mop of hair, James' mop of hair and thrust down his through.
"Yessss," I hissed, holding onto him, thrusting harder. "That's it James, suck me." I hissed, feeling my orgasm creeping up on me fast. My thrusts became more and more erratic, choking Potter as I cut off his air supply. I thrust once more then hold him still and I release myself inside his mouth.
"James!" I hear myself scream as I watch him choking on my cum.
I pull away and straighten myself out, dooing up my trousers and reclothing Potter with a wave of my wand. Potter, Harry.
Shit! What had I done? I fucked a 16 year old, suffering from the trauma of his godmutt dying. Crap!
"Get out Potter" I say, hopeing that my voice doesn't betray my sudden uneasuyess.
"Obliviate!"