Chapter 1: Mr. Dreamboat

Saturday morning found the Gryffindor Commons filled with relaxing students who had really nothing better to do with their time. Seamus Finnigan sat staring at the ceiling, Dean Thomas was playing Wizards Chess with Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger was sitting off in the corner, curled up in a rocking chair, reading a book. She would shift every once in a while, when her position lost it's newfound comfort, and yawn with only her right hand to try to hide it.

Indeed, everyone was bored with the day. The rain really prevented them from going anywhere or doing anything. Only the first years found enjoyment in things seventh years had done way too many times. Dean watched the board tensely. He hoped and prayed Ron wouldn't see that his queen was in line for attack. He prayed Ron would take his pawn instead, but knew he didn't stand a chance. Ron was observing the board all while stroking his nonexistent beard, pretending to think on a decision he's long ago made. Finnigan's eyes were still glued to the ceiling. Just as Ron smirked, and opened his mouth to deal the fatal blow, a loud slam was heard.

"What on Earth..."

Everyone looked up, startled from their dubiously exciting activities in surprise. Hermione actually managed to drop her book. Focusing, everyone heard the shrill sounds of panic and fury.

"Ron? Is that Harry?"

Ron and Hermione ran to the stairs to see what was wrong, but Harry was practically jogging down the stairs with a furious look on his face, and they quickly moved out the way.

"Fucking ridiculous."

"Harry! Harry, come back!"

"Fuck you!"

It was like frantic rampaging, and everyone watched for the entertainment value. Running down the stairs, Harry's boyfriend of 1 month, William Wulfric wore only his boxers. Up the stairs was a 4th year Gryffindor no one really knew very well. She stood almost shyly wearing not even her boxers, but a meager towel she must've found on the floor.

"Do you think that William..."

"I don't know..."

Interrupting their conjectures, Harry stood at the entrance and glared furiously. His entire face was red not with only embarrassment, but absolute fury.

"You know, I find it fucking hilarious that out of the two of us YOU decide to cheat on ME. YOU!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh I think you should know what that means, Wulfric. I have been practically forcing myself to stay with you, because...because..."

With a strangled cry of frustration, Harry turned away from the boy and stormed right out the door. Milling students stared in wonder at the oppressive fury on Harry's face, and the worried concern on that of his two best friends. Meanwhile, Dean and Seamus made sure William wasn't following behind, and the door shut closed.

"Harry! Harry, wait up!"

"Yeah, mate! Hold up!"

Noticing that he wasn't slowing down, but speeding up, Hermione told Ron to go back and find out what happened from William. Ron of course argued that they both very well knew what happened, but Hermione managed to convince him. Somehow, she was certain this was a subject Ron wouldn't be too helpful with. Sprinting through the halls, she turned a corner, and nearly ran right by the alcove Harry managed to scrounge himself in. When she backpedaled, she paused to catch her breathe. She noticed idly that Harry was holding a little bottle of red liquid in his hands. The verdant orbs stared it down with bitterness. The vial was turned upside down and right side up; upside down and rightside up repeatedly till it became just a bit disturbing.

"Harry?"

Harry looked up, and Hermione was shocked by the look of resentment in the leaf-colored gaze.

"Potions."

"What about potions, Harry?"

"For the past month, I've been using potions to keep myself from breaking up with him."

Along with her best friend's statement came the most bitter of tears she'd ever seen Harry shed. He picked up the vial, and threw it at the wall across from them, watching it with morbid satisfaction as the glass shattered, and the crimson liquid trickled down the walls.

"Harry! What potion was that!"

"Lust. It was a lust potion, Hermione. I've been scarfing down lust potions for the past month. Do you have just any idea what they've been doing to me? I wake up sometimes, and my hands...My hands are shaking. Often, the nerves down my legs are tingling, and I can't walk right. You have no idea how many worried looks I've gotten from my Quidditch mates, or how many times I've nearly fallen off my broom during my more dangerous moves."

"But...But Harry, how? To get that kind of nerve damage you must have been..."

"Consuming them daily, one on top of the next? Well yeah. That's exactly what I've been doing. The nerve damage got so bad, I became worried that even if I stopped, I wouldn't get better again. I nearly went to Professor Snape or Madame Pompfrey."

"Whatever possessed you to do something so foolish!? Why didn't you go!?"

"It would have been too awkward answering the questions. It wasn't that he wanted to end our relationship that made me so angry, Mione. It was the fact that I worked so hard to keep us together, and then HE..."

"Are you telling me that because he couldn't satisfy you in bed, you consumed lust potions to make up for it?"

"Yeah. If he noticed, he'd break up with me, wouldn't he? I could've dumped him, but I was so scared. You know how it was when I was forced out the closet last year. You know how the whole house reacted. When I started dating Dumbledore's nephew, however...Everything suddenly became fine again. I couldn't stand the hatred."

"Oh, Harry...It couldn't have been worth it, though. Why didn't you say something like this was going on?"

"I didn't want to scare you guys. Even when I'm not scared, you guys are panicking. Imagine when I actually am."

Catching her breathe at the teary gaze, Hermione reached out, and held her best friend to him. She can't believe he suffered like this in silence and no one noticed. Didn't Ron notice the shivering? Didn't she?

"Well I see this as a good thing."

"How can this be a good thing? My boyfriend just became my ex-boyfriend right before my very eyes."

"Exactly. 1) If he sucks that much in bed, he doesn't deserve you. 2) I wouldn't have found out that you truly think Gryffindor House would desert you just because of your homosexuality, and 3) You no longer have a reason to drink those blasted potions! Honestly, Harry! You could have died from those! It's self-destructive behaviour. Like pointing the crutiatius at yourself repeatedly, over and over and over again for five-seconds each time! Don't ever touch a lust potion again, Harry. Ever! Will you promise me that!?"

"Y-Yeah. I promise."

"If you didn't need me so much right now, I would go give him a piece of my mind! The ruddy bastard! Now, get up. We have to go see Professor Snape for the nerve-damage. Maybe he has some helpful potions in store. Is it happening right now?"

"Yeah. My calves are tingling, and my hands aren't really all that steady. My head hurts too."

"Come on, then. We have to hurry."

As she walked with Harry, she can see how they didn't notice. What went on within did not necessarily go on with-out. The shaking was never so bad in their presence, because he probably hid it well, and the tingling was in inner occurrance, and showed no external symptoms. Lust potions are effective, because they heighten your nerves. When your nerves are that excited, nothing functions properly or evenly. It's like a constant rave party going on in your body 24 hours a day, seven days a week.

"Were you able to sleep?"

"A couple hours, maybe 2 or three."

"But...!"

"Charms."

Soon, Hermione was knocking firmly on Professor Snape's office door, staring at the Potions Master with a serious expression when he opened the door to see who would dare disturb his weekend.

"Miss Granger, and Mr. Potter. What in Merlin's name are you doing darkening my doorstep on a weekend. Shouldn't you be frolicking with the other..."

"Yes sir, we would be stewing in our boredom with the other Gryffindors, however we need your assistance. Do you have any potions for severe nerve damage?"

"Ironically, I just finished a new batch for Madame Pompfrey. Why? Who needs it?"

"Harry does, sir. He's...um...Well, he's been consuming lust potions continuously for the past month."

Professor Snape's eyebrow rose elegantly in surprise as he stared Harry down.

"Mr. Potter, Mrs. Granger, that is entirely impossible. I assume by continously, you mean daily, every six hours?"

"Yes, sir, but..."

"Well you see that is impossible, because that cannot go on for an entire month and have Mr. Potter in neither an epileptic seizure before us, or six feet under in a coffin. The epileptic seizure would actually be a rare stroke of fortune."

"You mean he should be dead!?"

"By the third week. Now tell me the real reason why..."

"But this is the real reason, sir. I don't know why Harry's so fortunate to still be alive, but he has been consuming lust potions in that manner for the past month. Please give us the nerve damage potion, we're very anxious."

Professor Snape stared at them in curiousity, and watched Harry closely. He could see all the symptoms of nerve damage, but it wasn't as serious as it should be.

"Very well. If what you say is true, then you should see Madame Pompfrey as well. You will follow me immediately to deliver these potions and receive a check-up."

"Yes, sir."

The entire time, Harry said not a word. He was entirely too focused on making sure his legs didn't collapse out from underneath him. When Professor Snape moved to go to the Hospital Ward, Harry and Hermione both took one step, but that was Harry's last for the day. After all his efforts, his front leg buckled first, and everything simply followed.

The next time Harry woke up, he was laying down in a hospital bed. The first thing he noticed was that the tremors that had been plaguing him for so long were gone. Madame Pompfrey must have given him the nerve-damage reversal when he was asleep. When he rationalizes on it, he wonders just what was wrong with William. Besides the fact that the boy was too needy, there just wasn't the chemistry there. But what makes chemistry? What does he really want in his partner?

Well, the person must be homosexual, of course. It became pretty clear pretty soon William was straight. He kept feeling Harry up as if he had breasts. It made sense he was cheating on Harry with a girl. At the same time, William was so fucking arrogant. He didn't know when the hell to shut his trap about something. He would always brag about how impressive he is, and Harry barely repressed the urge to open his jaw and exclaim that there was absolutely nothing "impressive" about the Ravenclaw.

"Impressive my arse."

"Harry!"

"Hey, 'Mione. What's up?"

"W-What's up? I'll tell you what's up, Harry James Potter. I will be watching everything that enters your body from this moment onward, do you understand me?"

"Everything that enters my body?"

"Everything. Whether it be food, drink, or heaven forbid it, potion."

"Oh, well you see...That's not everything. You're forgetting cum, and a penis. Well if I had my way, TWO penises."

Harry smirked when he saw Hermione's blush travel from her cheeks to her toes.

"Well...Maybe not quite everything."

"Good to know. Thanks for being there when I needed you."

"Oh there's no need to thank me, Harry. That's what friends are for. Besides, ever since you were outed, I've felt closer to you. I now have someone to have girl-talk with and go shopping with. To top it off, I don't have to worry about how I dress around you anymore."

"My being gay doesn't mean you can suddenly slobbify yourself, 'Mione."

"That's hardly what I mean, Harry! I don't have to worry that my clothes look too revealing. I don't want to drive your hormones and give you wrong impressions. These cloaks get awfully warm."

"Just don't start appearing nude, and all will be well. Why were you fidgeting before, anyway?"

"Oh, nothing..."

"Knowing you, you had a question."

"Well..."

"Let the girl-talk begin."

"I was just thinking..."

"So that's what I smell burning."

"If you were consuming lust potions, because William was just that bad, then you must have also dreamed about what it would be like to have someone just that good."

"And you're wondering what that someone is like."

"Yes. I'm sorry if it's too personal, Harry. I was just..."

"Large."

"Huh?"

"Well, my dream boat tended to be the opposite of William, and therefore had a considerably large penis. It's more often than not, at least 10 inches in length and and undefined thickness in girth. He's also very rough and bossy."

"So you're a submisive."

"Oh not necessarily. I can top every once in a while. I just don't like it being a regular thing."

"Why not?"

"You tell me, Mione. Do you want to be the one always in control? Wouldn't you like someone who's strong and sure of himself to hold you in his arms and treat you just the way you'd like to be treated. Wouldn't you like to wake up in the morning knowing you have truly been fucked within an inch of your life and want to do it again and again and again and again? I want to get up out of bed and feel that deliciously painful feeling of not being able to walk because my lover's cock nearly split me in half three days ago. I want to hear him growl orders in my ear and feel lust pool in the pits of my belly. I want to feel like I am the luckiest man alive every time we have sex. Of course no one understands this. The boy-who-lived is supposed to be the-knight-in-shining armor. No one wants to acknowledge that the saviour of the wizarding world wants someone who's going to be able to take control and make important decisions for him. They all want me to be so independant."

"When you really just want someone you can depend on."

"Yeah. Oh, Harry."

"It's alright, I guess. I just haven't found him yet. I know he's out there, though."

"Well then I'm going to help you find him."

"Help me how?"

"First on my How to Get Harry James Potter a Smoking-Hot Boyfriend list, is..."

"Is...?"

"A shopping spree."

AUTHOR NOTE:

XDDDD I have two things to say:

1) I thoroughly enjoyed writing this chapter. Fun fun.

2) I am making NO PROMISES on the regularity of my updates. I have made promises before only to be unable to keep them. If I HAPPEN to update once a week, that is a complete coincidence. I am, in fact, a university bio major student (hope my grammar reflects it) who also happens to be in the Honors Program. The purpose of telling you that was not necessarily to brag, but to inform you that I will be very busy.

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