His eyes widened in shock.
"I can't stop thinking about you, about our time together last Christmas…"
Then a sound seemed to echo through his room and realization slammed into his chest. She had sent him the equivalent of a Howler, except it wasn't shouting it was…
Another moan, this time of his name. "Harry"
His face was bright red in an instant, eyes snapping to make sure his door was shut and locked even as he tossed a blanket onto the letter to try and muffle the sound.
What. The. Fuck.
What if he had opened this in front of his parents!?
Although it was significantly quieter he could still make out her voice, the soft pants, and the sound of wet flesh being…
His eyes widened even further, if possible. She wasn't just remembering she was masturbating. Pandora Malfoy had recorded the sounds of masturbating and sent them to him.
"Your fingers felt so good, so much better than mine."
She was fingering herself and comparing it to what had happened during the last holiday party, when he had, when they had…
"I wanted to touch you so badly." He barely heard through the fabric. "Want to see you, your body."
The sounds of sex grew louder and he couldn't help his own growing arousal. It had been something which occasionally popped into his mind and his dreams, her naked body, his own actions towards her, even thoughts on what would have happened if they had been somewhere more private, somewhere they couldn't have been interrupted.
"I-I play with myself all the time." The voice whimpered, interrupting his thoughts and sending what felt like another bolt of electricity through his body. "Thinking about you. I want you so bad, need you."
And he shouldn't, he really, really shouldn't, in fact there is a list long enough to make Hermione flinch of reasons why it was a terrible idea, but he is alone in a locked room and there is a teenage girl's voice moaning his name and he can remember how wet she was when he fingered her naked body.
So, Harry Potter glances one more time to ensure the door is locked before making himself a promise it would only be one time and slipping a hand into his pants. He's hard, obviously, and there's already enough lubrication that he doesn't need to use one of the charms from that book.
Without anything to look at he closes his eyes while stroking, trying his best to picture anything other than the stalker who wants to take advantage of him.
But with her moans and descriptions its next to impossible.
"We could sneak out during the holidays." Her voice is a mixture of low sensuality and desperate panting. "Find a bedroom. I want to touch your beautiful cock, stroke you like you touched me. If you use your mouth to eat me out I will devour you with m-my…"
He hears her gasp follow by some a long drawn out expletive. He tries his best not to cum at the same time but an image of her face flashes before his eyes, he remembers what she looks like when she cums and it is too real and his own hips are bucking as he groans out as well.
Both of them are panting, almost in sync, when she whispers something else and the sound fades. The parchment folds itself back up and he almost wonders if it is repeatable but quickly banishes the thought.
One time was bad enough and the only bright side is he didn't say her name.
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"Harry, could we talk to you for a moment, please?"
The boy nodded from where he laid on his bed, going over some summer schoolwork, and sat up. "Anything wrong?"
James was quick to shake his head, perhaps a bit too quick, "No, no of course not we just… wanted to talk to you about last year."
They had spoken, at least enough to clear the air and dissolve any misunderstandings, but there was still so much left unspoken. "We would like to demand that you not to do anything like that in the future, not to put yourself in harm's way, to let the staff or Aurors, or just an adult handle the situation." Lily continued, quickly holding her hand up when Harry was prepared to protest, "But we both know why you did what you did. You felt responsible, felt like you were the only option, and first year certainly didn't help anything. We've been in contact with Dumbledore about how displeased we are with everything that has happened, and she agrees. We don't want you hurt Harry, you, or any other child."
He nodded, "Neither do I, which was one of the reasons I had to do something."
The older man looked upset for a moment, before taking off his glasses and running his hand over his face, "We don't… know how to deal with this Harry. Hogwarts is supposed to be safe, somewhere you and the girls can learn and grow as people, not fight off ancient monsters and risk your lives. This didn't happen when we were young, we aren't sure what to do. We want you to do your best not to get involved from now on in these types of things."
Harry understood and searched his own heart for an answer, but there was none to be found. If he was a parent, he would undoubtedly pull his children from a place so clearly dangerous, but he also knew it wasn't a good solution, no matter how tempting.
Naturally, the next question didn't just rip him from his mental debate, but also had him discombobulated, "What do you think about Snape?"
He stared, and stared, and stared some more at the redhead who had asked the question. It wasn't in anger, or hatred, or mistrust, or anything else but more of a mild curiosity. "I uh…"
James decided in that moment to clarify the question, "Serena Snape was the one who told us about what happened to Harriet and came to the house to tell us in person and ask us if we needed anything. I… we know things have been awkward with her, that maybe it felt like she was betraying Dumbledore or Riddle or even you but… it seems like she had your best interest in mind for once."
The boy-who-lived nodded slowly, still unsure of where they were going with the conversation.
"What we want to know, Harry," Lily continued, "Is how you feel about her now. Nothing will change the past but… if something were to happen again, if something awful happened, would you feel comfortable going to her if there was no other option."
It was complicated, and he knew that wasn't the answer either adult wanted. In his own time Snape had been a bully and arsehole, but the reasoning behind those actions made things complex. Still, he likely would have trusted Snape to a degree, at least by his fifth year.
In this world though, things were more straightforward. Snape was less of a kindred, bullied, soul and more of a sexual predator turned arsehole teacher. Still, despite her past, and actions towards Amy and Harriet, she seemed to want the safety of the students. She had been concerned his first year about Riddle's own actions, whether it was due to their rivalry or genuine concern he wasn't quite sure.
Second year she had managed to get Dumbledore and Riddle removed, but it seemed more likely that she was opting only for the most obvious suspect.
He let out a deep sigh, "I don't know… maybe? It's hard for me to look past what she's done and how she continues to act but…"
Lily nodded, "But she does seem to take the safety of others seriously."
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