Harry was quite suddenly into something which had not been foreseen or desired. It was difficult to think with someone kneading his manhood and he also feared that perhaps someone had slipped something into his whiskey. With his head spinning and his hips with a life of their own Harry could feel panic rising. Just as Harry began to turn to escape what was becoming a very dangerous situation he felt a warm breath on the back of his neck and hands gripping his arms. There was no mistaking their owner and he breathed deeply, turned his head and found himelf looking into the silver-grey eyes that haunted his dreams and fired his passion.