Story Information: This is set after the war, everything happened as it did in the Harry Potter books. Takahiro and Misaki (Harry Potter) share the same parents so Takahiro, who is his older brother, knows about magic and all that Jazz. Misaki (Harry) was told he had to live with the Dursleys by Dumbledore because his older brother, Takahiro, didn't have any magic so he would be in danger.

So basically Harry's friends don't know about his life as Misaki or his older brother.

Warnings: Slash! Mature content, amateur writer at mature scenes.

Summary: After the war a detached Harry Potter returns back to his actual home and resumes his secret life as Takahashi Misaki. Meeting the pervert Usami Akihiko wasn't something he had in his plans, nor was said writer falling in love with him. Rated M for a reason.

{First impressions}

Misaki raised an eyebrow at the luxurious looking building and looked down at the food he had prepared, he wasn't too sure someone who lived in a place like this would appreciate Pork soup when they could have something more expensive and tasteful.

Not that he really cared what the man though, after what Misaki had seen him doing to his older brother the man could go enjoy his expensive foods, somewhere far away from his brother.

He stared at the wall and pushed the doorbell harshly, nothing happened after a few moments so he did it once again, he rolled the Pocky in his mouth in annoyance when no one came to the door and settled for gazing at the door.

The reason why he was even at the pervert's house was because Misaki wasn't the best at school, so his brother asked the man to tutor him. Apparently the man was some God among people, he lived in England until the age of 10, and he was the son of some super rich man who owned the Usami Co. If that wasn't enough, the man went to T. University's college of law and graduated first in his class and owned a five bedroom penthouse at the best district in Tokyo.

Most people would get excited to meet such a man, but Misaki knew better, the man may be rich and smart with pleasing looks, but deep inside the man was nothing but a pervert.

Just thinking of how the man was all up close and personal with his brother made his blood burn…

A few days ago

Giving his less than pleasing grades a dull look he stuffed them in a pocket and walked toward the door of his house at a slow pace. He turned the doorknob and stepped inside only to freeze at what he saw.

His eyes widened slightly in shock as he took in the scene. Some man had cornered his brother against the wall, a lecherous look in his eyes, his hands cupping his brother's face and tilting it up. He simply just blinked and stared at the two for a moment before biting off a piece of his Pocky thoughtfully.

"Takahiro-Onii-san… a pervert." He stated pointing at the man.

"Welcome home Misaki!" Takahiro greeted and patted the ash-blonde haired man on the arm. "Lemme go now, Usagi-chan!"

The man blinked and just leaned on his older brother, staring into his eyes. "Your kid brother?"

Takahiro smiled completely oblivious. "Yep!"

Misaki just took another bite of his Pocky.

"Misaki this is my friend Usami Akihiko." The brunette explained.

"…Hmm" His eyes scanned his form, a smirk forming on his face. "You two are very different!"

Misaki narrowed his eyes slightly.

Present

When it was obvious that the door wasn't going to be answered he decided to let himself in, making an impressed noise at the inside of the room. Usami had said to just let himself in if he didn't answer, so he did just that, but he was rather mystified as to why one man needed such a large place to live.

He placed the bag that was holding the pork soup on the table and turned his eyes toward the three packages that were lying on the table.

Curious he opened one up and gazed dully at the two men on the cover of the book. "The romance of the student council?" He questioned out loud and opened the book to a random page.

He paused at chewing his Pocky, and raised an eyebrow at the content.

"Shh…don't talk." Akihiko lightly pushed…

Akihiko grabbed Kyoukou's wrists…

Akihiko then…

Kyoukou also…

Misaki wasn't a very emotional person, in fact ever since he had defeated Voldemort, and finally returned to his actual home, he had made sure not to show any emotion. It had long been ingrained in him that emotion was a weakness, and he had learned that the hard way. So when he had come back to his precious brother he had worked on finishing high school, and passing college, he had made sure that Takahiro had no idea what he had been through.

He had been enough trouble to his older brother that if he had told him about happened he was sure his brother would worry way too much. So he had constructed the perfect mask, one that he had used when fighting Voldemort, and didn't allow his older brother to think anything was wrong with him.

But there were times when his 'inner Gryffindor' roared to life, mostly when it pertained to his sibling.

His Pocky snapped in his mouth and fell to the ground but he paid it no need, and in a flash he was up the stairs and running toward the door he knew was Usami's a dark glare on his features.

"Get up you pervert novelist! This Novel is all about my brother and you, bastard!" He snarled nearing the room. "What were you thinking?! Explain!"

He slammed the door open, his circular glasses glinting ominously.

He froze, staring at the room. It was completely decorated by childish toys and knickknacks, a toy train was running on mini railroad tracks, a huge stuff bear on the older mans bed.

A noise came from the large bed. "Nnn…"

With an ominous air Usami rose from his bed, his eyes shadowed and a dark glare aimed his way. "…..So….you….saw….it."

Misaki could only stare.

Usami-sensei was the valedictorian of T-University's College of Law, the youngest recipient of the Shisen Novel prize… And he was in this type of room…

Having calmed down from his temper, Misaki easily constructed his face into its emotionless mask and sent the ash-blonde man a bland look. "You really are a pervert Sensei…"

Usami simply stared sleepily.

"The characters in the novel are my brother and you. I knew from the beginning that you were a pervert, but I would appreciate it if you didn't use my brother in such a lewd way…"Misaki waved the book idly.

Usami continued to stare.

"My brother is a naïve, gentle person so I'd rather you not take advantage of him." He stated, tilting his head.

Before he could blink, the older man was up and off the bed, his hand slamming against the wall as he leaned down toward him. "Who takes advantage of people?"

Miskai gazed up into his eyes, not frightened. "…"

"Did Kyoukou ever say someone took advantage of him?"

"…No." Misaki replied. "But I think it would be smart of you to move on… I'm sure you can find someone else easily…"

Usami glared and before Misaki knew it he was suddenly dragged onto the bed and gazing up at the angry man.

"What do you know?!" He growled.

He slowly backed away from the man and turned to his hands and knees to move faster, his 'inner slytherin' wasn't something he usually listened to, but he agreed that he should most likely get away. "I apologize-"He started slowly crawling away.

But the writer was already too angered. "How can you understand Kyoukou and I!" A large hand pushed his head down in the mattress to keep him still. "And saying that I choose another man?"

"Ne, Sensei how about you let me-"

"Makes me angry."

He stiffened when a large hand grabbed his manhood through the outside of his pants, a light dusting of red covering his features.

From years of experience with training, Misaki twisted out of the man's grip and lashed his foot out, but surprisingly the man dodged it just in time. "Usami-sensei I'd rather-"

The writer just grabbed his foot in a tight grip and started to unbutton his pants with his free hand.

"Sensei-"

Usami dragged him up and against his broad chest, his legs lewdly spread apart. "'I should choose someone else.' You said it not me." He smirked, starting to undo the buttons on the smaller man's shirt, his other hand slipping off Misaki's large glasses from his face.

Misaki's blush deepened when a large hand traveled into and up his shirt. "N-not like this…" He stammered struggling to keep his face neutral.

Misaki unsuccessfully tried to stop the other hand that journeyed down to his pants and into his boxers. "S-stop… you pervert!" His face was tilted and held back and to the side by the first hand that was under his shirt, a light kiss placed on the back of his neck by soft lips.

He trembled when the hand in his boxers started to stroke his member. "Ahh…" Shuddering as something soft and wet came into contact with the bare of his neck, he twisted the sheets on the bed with his hands, jolts of pleasure shot through him as his member continued to be stroked.

"You have a nice voice." The writer approved. "Go ahead and yell for help…idiot who gets D's in in all his classes."

Misaki turned and glared, panting slightly. "As…if… I won't…Ahh…lose to you."

Usami smirked, nuzzling the crook of his neck.

The brunette gave a loud gasp as his hardened member was grabbed tightly and the stroking increased.

He bent over as pleasure echoed through his body, Usami easily following the movement so that Misaki was partially covered by the larger man's frame.

Misaki grabbed at the sheets in front of him, his mouth open in slight pants as the pleasure started to build up. He absolutely wasn't going to lose. He wasn't going to call out.

"…Haa" …This pervert's hand...no a man's hand…

"Haa...ha." He panted, his cheeks burning from the blush…feels good…

He pressed the side of his face into the sheets, the pleasure making his body start to shake slightly as he kept himself above the bed.

A slightly calloused hand suddenly appeared on his midsection, caressing it and sending tingles down his spine. Hot air was blown by his ear and a deep chuckle came from beside it. "Without those ridiculous glasses, you're actually pretty cute."

"Damn…" He could feel his pleasure building, the large hand on his weeping member gently stroking it and teasing the tip with experienced fingers. "Ah!" He moaned his mouth slightly agape as the trembles in his body intensified.

He could feel the pleasure slowly intensifying to an almost impossible height by each stroke; he reached forward and gripped the sheets in front of him like a life line.

"Ah!" His head tilted back as the older man teased the tip of his member with his nail lightly, his eyes widening as the man brought a hand to keep his face that way, lilac eyes gazing into his own green ones.

"Your eyes…" He murmured quietly, his stare not leaving the smaller man's gaze.

Misaki closed his eyes as his pleasure finally over flowed, a sharp inhale the only thing that came from him as he came, his body shuttering at the climax.

Usami chuckled, letting his body fall to the bed so he could lick his fingers. "Way too fast!"

Misaki growled, and clenched strangled the sheets under him, a dark glare on his features. He wanted to kill the man, but he took a deep breath instead and allowed his mask to fall back into place. Usami was needed to pass college, and then afterwards he would think about it.

He turned his head and gave the writer a dull look. "Usami-sensei really is a pervert."

Usami just smirked.

{First impressions}

"I guess I really wanted to live in a middle class home." Usami said from the couch across him, a cigarette in his mouth and the large teddy bear from his bed sitting beside him. "Since I've always wanted to go through the normal kid in the normal household experience, I started to collect all sorts of stuff, and it turned out like this."

Misaki bit off a piece of his Pocky idly as he listened. "It seems like your parents didn't pay enough attention to you so you got to do whatever you wanted. Your relationship with your brother was bad so you ended up living in a huge house alone. Everyone around you was selfish and ignored you, so you did bad things because you were lonely. And let me guess, you had a pure-blooded dog named Alexander."

Usami stared at him blankly. "How did you know?"

Huh, Misaki mused bring out another piece of Pocky, he had just said something off the top of his head. "So let me guess, your sexual orientation is because of it? Your Mother brought over a lover and you happened to see them and lost your desire for women. Back then, a tutor you had as a child, who was very kind ended up violating you after he found out your sexual orientation."

The author put his cigarette down to take a sip of his tea, a deep sigh coming from him. "If my past was discovered it would be headline news…"

The two men eyed each other from across their rooms, glaring into the others eyes, coincidently thinking the same thing.

There's no way that I would get along with him.

But,

For Kyoukou,

For Takahiro-Onii-san,

I'll have to endure!

"Alright," Usami started, picking up his cigarette again. "Where'd you want to go to college?"

Misaki twirled his Pocky in his mouth, expertly keeping it from falling as he spoke. "M University."

Silence.

"Hah." The author mocked. "Are you talking in your sleep?"

Misaki's eye twitched and he bit into his Pocky harshly. "Usami-sensei is mean, you don't even know the results and you're already doubting me…"

Usami scoffed, turning his head away. "I know the results." He grabbed Misaki's exams from the table and held them up. "I've already looked at your practice exams. "From those I can see that you are not carless about knowing the formulas. You just don't know what they are asking!"

"You're right." Misaki agreed.

Usami gave him a bland look before looking through the exam papers. "I see you understand the problem. So you should think more realistically. Most colleges have economic concentrations!"

"M University." Misaki stated blandly. "I want to go to M University. I will go to M University for my brother, and I won't accept anything else."

Usami turned his attention toward the brunette. "Why did you connect that college with Kyoukou?"

Misaki brought his Pocky from his mouth. "I imagine Takahiro-Ani already told you. But our parents were murdered by a madman when I was a child and my brother had to raise me. At that time Takahiro-Ani was set up for M University but he headed straight into work instead." Misaki gazed thoughtfully at the wall. "He did that because of me. So I'm going to get into M University. I guess my motives aren't simple, but I will achieve it." He stated, his usually blank eyes turning determined.

Usami smiled and got up, ruffling Misaki's already messy hair.

"Okay, I'll make sure you get in." The ash-blonde beamed. "With super Usami-sensei how can you possibly loose! All right?"

Misaki blinked and gazed up at the older man's smiling face from underneath his glasses. Perhaps this man wasn't so bad after all…

Though he still was a pervert.

{First impressions}

AN: That was my very first M scene so I apologize for the amateur-ness of it. Hopefully as the story progresses so will my ability to write those types of scenes. The first chapter is similar to the manga, but I'm not going to make a copy of it. Misaki (Harry) does have magic, and sooner or later Usami will find out about it, but I don't think the magical world will get intertwined with this story very much.