"Harry, dear, come out honey~ Eat your dinner." Came my mother's sweet voice disturbing me in the middle of my favorite activity. I was soooo sooo close to winning when my door creaked open, damn, must wrap up, quick too, damn! "Have you been wanking over someone's facebook picture again Harry?" Holy shit! I'm caught. "Get out Harry..." I gulped. "NOW!"
It's not nice to be interrupted by your mom when you're wanking. But walking around the home, naked, with a painfully raging hard on will always top anything you could think off. I'm such a shameless scum.
My mom is really a lovely woman, long red hair attached to a head with sweet pretty face and green eyes (like mine). And my father is also good-looking, black messy hair with glasses like mine, hazel eyes and warm look, but top of all, he's also a nudist at home. Just exactly like me. But no matter how cool they're having a raging hard on over your school crush really is... SHAMELESS
I sat down on the dinner table, started filling my plate with the random food my mom had cooked and chomped some nice bite before my dad lower his newspaper. Bad news, or good? I don't care. "Albus ringed today..." holy shite, trust Dumbledora to keep his mouth shut. "Such hormonal teenager you are..." he smiled mischievously at me.
We both chuckled.
"Well, who's the lucky girl?" Mom asked.
"I don't like girls."
A pregnant silence.
"Boy then?" dad offered.
"Maybe," I shrugged, wanting to run away from this awkward conversation ASAP
"You knew we're okay! look at-"
"I said maybe," I smiled at them warmly and went off to my room, needing a cold shower with Draco Malfoy attached in my brain