Harry was fuming. He had just had a steaming hot shower and in the process of turning off his taps, he heard a hammering on his door. Wrapping a towel around his well toned and very muscular stomach, he ran to the door to see who was bothering him at this time of night. It was Professor Snape. Without saying a word, he took hold of Harry's forearm and proceeded to drag him out of his room.
With hair still wet and clinging to his scalp, water droplets running down his face and torso, he tried to pull back, but Snape was relentless. He kept pulling Harry and stating that he needed to make his way to the great hall immediately, no questions asked. The more Harry fought and begged to put some clothes on, the more Snape pulled and tugged him along. When they reached the great hall, Snape shoved him inside, and slammed the doors shut after shouting, "Get inside Potter".
Pacing in front of the doors, his fists clenched by his sides, he had no idea what was going on, or even that he had an audience. "When this door opens, we are going to discuss the serious lack of respect for a student's privacy at Hogwarts", he shouted with a hoarse voice, while he banged his hand on the door.
Running a hand through his hair, trying to expel any excess water, then shaking his head to get rid of the rest, he paced some more.
The other students in the hall had gone silent. Not only because Harry had been shoved inside like he was nothing, and not only because his back was wet, and his body was gorgeous. Also, they all paid attention to the way his muscles and his biceps ripped when he moved, and if they would be asked to define that specific moment in one word, it would be un-fucking-believable. His body was bronze from being in the sun, and he had ink. Beautiful pitch black wording on his back, that was absolutely mesmerizing.
Baby's DADDY.
Those were the words that were just above his left arse cheek. The word Baby's had been written in cursive calligraphy, with twists and turns making it a masterpiece. Just under that, the word DADDY had been done in bold firm capital letters and had been filled with ink. Harry kept pacing, and the students kept staring. His body was starting to dry some, so the towel was starting to slip. His hand on the front of it, trying to hold it together in more ways than one, and he was oblivious.
"Godammit!" he muttered and pursed his lips. Finally coming to a stop just in front of the doors, he placed one hand gently on the handle. Tilting his head he tried to listen from something, for anything, coming from the other side of them. Nothing. Dropping his head so that it too was touching the door, he didn't hear when a student rose out of their chair and approached him.
"Harry", whispered the voice. It was Hermoine.
He raised his head and looked at her in confusion. "Hermoine. What.....? What are you doing here?", he asked. And then with sudden realization, he knew that he was not alone. That he had never been alone since being shoved into the hall. With a light blush starting to creep onto his cheeks, he looked into her eyes, and could tell that she was sorry, but also that she found the situation amusing. But not in an insulting way. She knew more than anyone how good looking and strong Harry had become. Time to embrace it you idiot.
She smiled at him in a wicked way, and leant in to whisper in his ear. She told him that everyone had been asleep when they were woken up by teachers, and had been told to come to the hall. When she had finished talking, telling him everything, he looked at the floor, then back at her, refusing to look anywhere else, because he was so embarrassed.
"Tell me you're joking", he whispered back. "For the love of fucking Merlin, tell me you're having a laugh".
Just then wolf whistles could be heard and shouts from numerous students.