Author: Mosh Title: One Way Note: You may not archive, re-post, or alter any of my stories without my permission. Please contact me first. Thanks! |
Harry rummages through his trunk, trying to locate his last pair of clean socks. His hand passes over something flat and solid at the bottom, and with a frown, he pulls out a small, oval mirror. He swallows thickly, about to put the half of the two-way mirror Sirius had given him the year before back into its hiding place, when he spots something moving within its shiny surface. Harry doesn't sleep that night, but lies clinging to silence in his bed, fingers curling around his rigid cock, fighting the urge to moan as he strokes and pulls. He remembers seeing into a room at Grimmauld Place; a bedroom, where the fire had been flickering softly on the hearth, and two figures had been kneeling on the rug beside it, light dancing lazily across their pale skin. He thinks about Remus Lupin on his knees, with Snape's large, thick cock sliding into his arse so hard, so violently, that Harry had been able to hear the slapping of their bones. And he thinks about the sounds, the cries, hoarse and desperate, as Snape reached down and took Remus's prick in his hand, squeezing and pulling in time to his thrusts. And what they looked like when they came; Snape stilling instantly with a groan, and Remus bucking back onto Snape's cock hard, before coming in bursts over Snape's gnarled, bony fingers. And Harry comes suddenly, biting his pillow. He thinks he's going to blackout for a split second, but doesn't; he only feels queasy with guilt. He resolves to destroy the mirror, night after night, but can never quite help himself from going back to it and peering in. More often than not, he's rewarded with nothing. But sometimes, he sees more than he should. ~Fin~ |
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