Author's Notes:
Originally posted at AO3 and complete with a second part under way. I'll be posting all of part I here as well and see how it's received.
This started when VernieKlein was betaing my story "Gorgeous" (over at AO3) and I promised drama, to which she replied by wishing I'd only once write a "mushy" story where no major catastrophes would happen to Harry and Draco once they are an item. I dared her to write a prompt - which she did :) It was nicely extensive, and I ran with it and hopefully managed to meet her expectations!
I changed the timeline a bit. A few things happen a little earlier, like Slughorn, Harry's "He's a Death Eater" epiphany and it goes AU after the Christmas holidays. Major plot events still stay, though...
Title from „Virus" by Nupagadi, a German band. Chapter titles draw on the phases of viral infection. Hehe.
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VIRUS - Chapter 1: Attachment
Cause you're being just a virus
You'll never ever be good for me
Cause you're being just a virus
And that's something I don't need
- "Virus", Nupagadi
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The world stops for a moment.
The world stops and Remus watches in slow-motion as Sirius fights Bellatrix Lestrange, laughing as if it were all a game.
Then there is movement in front of him: Dumbledore speeds down the steps, the world at his heels as it starts turning once more.
Sirius is still laughing, yet Bellatrix' face is a study in grim determination and it sends a chill down Remus' spine. He knows murderous intent when he sees it, especially in the eyes of a Death Eater and it has taken Sirius and him so long, cost them so much energy to rebuild the kind of trust they are sharing and he will not let some crazy woman take that away.
Metres away from him, Sirius ducks a red jet of light, grin widening.
"Come on," he taunts, blind to how she raises her wand again and Remus' heart stops for a second. "You can do better than-"
-but Remus is on him, tackles Sirius to the ground just in time as the green jet of the killing curse flies over their heads.
"DON'T YOU DARE!" Remus hears Harry roar, but it is far away, almost another world. He dimly sees Dumbledore taking off after Harry, yet all his senses are focused on Sirius, whose eyes are wide in shock as he realises what almost happened and turns his head, dumbstruck, to face Remus.
"Your mouth has always got you in trouble." He tries for humour but is off by light-years.
"You were always the responsible one," Sirius breathes out as his body slumps on the ground, fighting off the shock because they are still in the Department of Mysteries and there might still be Death Eaters about.
Wordlessly, Remus jumps back on his feet and offers a hand to Sirius which he gratefully accepts. His eyes are drawn to the veil he probably would have fallen through if the killing curse had hit him.
"Let's go," Remus urges him since he can see Lucius Malfoy stir where he is lying on the ground.
Sirius tears his eyes away from the arch and follows, not laughing but with new energy in his step that Remus has missed with all his heart.
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Remus has to fight off tears when he watches Sirius hug Harry tight on the floor of the Atrium once it is all over.
Dumbledore sends Sirius off with a Portkey before the Atrium is flooded with people who would identify him and after making sure Harry gets back to Hogwarts without Fudge bombarding him with questions, Remus also returns to Grimmauld Place where he finds Sirius pacing in the living room.
The man looks up when Remus enters, the lines on his face prominent in the dim light of the room.
"Harry is safely back at Hogwarts," he explains and a little bit of the tension seeps out from Sirius' shoulders.
Silence stretches between them and it takes several minutes before Sirius gives him a rueful smile.
"Go on, tell me I shouldn't have gone. Tell me you told me so."
Remus shakes his head. "A near-death experience is enough punishment in my book."
Sirius laughs that bark of a laugh of his that always warms Remus' heart and finally, Sirius closes the distance between them and pulls him into a deep kiss.
They pull apart when they are both out of breath and Sirius rests his head on Remus' shoulder.
"I want us all to live together, Remus. You, me and Harry."
"Dumbledore will want to keep Harry with is family-"
"Leave dealing with that old man to me."
Remus chuckles and shivers at the same time. Sirius always wanted to tell Harry about the prophecy, play with open cards in the game that might as well cost his godson his life, but Dumbledore always overruled him.
Now, however, Sirius has his mind set on having Harry stay with him and Remus knows first-hand how insistent Sirius can be when he really wants something.
He doesn't envy Dumbledore in the slightest.
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Draco is quite sure that his little infatuation with Potter started on a Saturday.
The Saturday that he first fought Potter on the Quidditch pitch, to be precise. Not that 12-year-old him had recognised it as such, but the fact stands that from the moment Draco's body first touched Potter's, the sensation was imprinted in his mind and would never disappear.
The first time he had to consciously acknowledge his misplaced crush was shortly after he turned thirteen and woke sweaty and out of breath from a wet dream in which Potter had sucked him off in the broom shed near the Quidditch pitch.
Draco has never told anyone. He tried to ignore it, but his problem persisted. He tried dating Pansy and never got past snogging since his body wouldn't respond the way it did to images of the bloody Boy Who Lived. He took it out on the Chosen One every chance he got, taunting him, teasing his friends, making sure that Potter's life was worse for knowing him.
Draco strongly suspects that everything has to do with a hand that Potter never shook.
Potter is the one who got away and Draco's mind latched onto him - no, not him. The idea of him.
Draco knows he is a spoilt only-child and he likes his life, he likes knowing that his future is cared for, that he never needs to wear second-hand clothes, that he will always have nice things. Of course the one person who refuses to give him what he wants ends up being the object of his desire. There is logic behind his lust, at least.
Draco fathoms this way too much introspection for a 13-year-old, but he has always been mature for his age and rather clever.
Which is another problem.
He can perfectly imagine how his father would react if Draco told him he prefers blokes. Bloody hell, he is sure his marriage has already been arranged once his mother found out she is pregnant with a boy.
Draco may have a rough time reigning in his hormones, but he is by no means naive.
Well, and as if it isn't enough that Draco has to be infatuated with a member of the same sex, why does it have to be the Boy Who Lived, the focus of his father's - and since his fourth year, the Dark Lord's - sinister plans?
Having a crush on Zabini would have made his life that much easier. But no.
Draco never does anything only halfway. He always has to take it all.
There is one hope, though.
Tasked with killing Dumbledore, he won't have time to obsess over Harry bloody Potter since he will be too busy finding a way to do the impossible.
Draco rubs his left arm. The Mark still hurts, even a week after the initiation. He wishes his father could have been there and seen it with his own eyes.
Yet somehow, the pride in Lucius' eyes when Draco told him about it during his visit in Azkaban seemed faked.
Draco refuses to think about it. He also refuses to think about the Dark Lord's voice in his ear, coldly issuing threats against his parents should Draco fail in his mission.
All he thinks about, is a plan.
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Harry's life has never been better.
True, the part of neither can live while the other survives still haunts him in his dreams and true, the Second War has eventually begun. But Harry is used to tragedy, to drama, to fighting Voldemort, so that is nothing too new.
What is new however, is living with Sirius and Remus at Grimmauld Place. Harry has known about their relationship since he caught them kissing underneath a mistletoe last Christmas, but he also understood that Remus was gone most of the time on missions for the Order while Sirius wasn't allowed to leave the house, which bread the desperation that culminated in him coming to the Ministry at the end of June.
His godfather is a changed man now. He looks ten years younger, he laughs a lot more than Harry remembers, his eyes sparkle whenever Remus is in the room and he makes every effort to be the godfather Harry never had.
"Are these all the clothes you have?" Sirius asks when he helps Harry unpack after Dumbledore (begrudgingly, though) picked him up from Private Drive and escorted him to Grimmauld Place with a detour to Horace Slughorn.
"Yes. They used to belong to Dudley, so they are a tad bigger."
Sirius holds up an especially baggy t-shirt. "A tad bigger? These are tents! Burn these, Harry, we're going shopping."
Sirius, using transformation spells to alter his appearance, Remus and Harry spend the next days in Muggle London, buying clothes, eating ice cream and enjoying the summer.
"Anything else you need?" Sirius pays for their cones and the three of them begin wandering about the city.
"You do realise you're spoiling him, don't you?" Remus objects, though the smile on his face shows that he isn't too serious about it.
"I'm going to pack 14 years of absence into this summer, Moony, and you won't be able to stop me!" Sirius raises an expectant eyebrow and Harry creases his forehead.
"Anything?"
"Anything you want."
Harry bites his bottom lip, thinking. There is one thing that has been bugging him all his life, and perhaps he can finally do something about it.
"Can I have contacts? I really hate my glasses."
Sirius grins. "Sure, no problem."
They continue their stroll through London, Remus chuckling as he slides an arm around his partner.
The first two weeks of the summer holidays pass quickly that way.
Remus might still be gone for a few days here and there to do business for the Order, but Sirius is always there. He and Harry talk for hours until Harry's side hurts from laughing so hard about stories from his godfather's and his parents' school days that he on one memorable occasion literally falls off his chair.
Other times, Sirius takes him out flying which is not only a great deal of fun but it also prepares Harry for the next Quidditch season at Hogwarts.
Some evenings, though, when Remus is there and Harry wants them to have the house to themselves, he goes out, strolling Muggle London.
On a whim he decides to get a cup of tea and finds a coffee shop that is still open. Only three more customers are in the shop already plus one young, blond barista.
The bloke looks up and blinks at Harry for a second longer than normal before his mouth curls into a coy smile.
"Good evening. What can I do for you tonight?"
Harry returns the smile a tad uneasily, unsure where the attitude is coming from. "One cup of Earl Grey, please. Medium, with milk."
"Alright, and your name?"
"Harry?" It sounds more like a question - he is the only customer, don't they only need the names to keep the orders apart when more people order?
"You sure?"
Harry laughs, surprised. "Yes. I'm sure." A glance at the boy's name tag identifies the barista as Nathan.
Harry watches him while he prepares Harry's order. Nathan has blond hair that falls into his eyes when he leans over the worktop to fill Harry's cup, but he can still see the silver spike that pierces Nathan's eyebrow. Harry may be a few inches taller but Nathan is at least a few years his senior.
"One Early Grey with milk for Harry," Nathan says with a wink.
Somehow, this makes Harry laugh. "Thank you," he answers, sliding over a few pounds. "Keep the change."
"Cute and generous," Nathan jokes, "You need to come by more often."
Harry splutters, quite sure he is also blushing furiously at the compliment. Is Nathan flirting with him? Or he is just being nice to his customer?
Harry takes his cup quickly, then selects a magazine from the stand near the restrooms and takes a seat near the counter at a safe distance from the couple by the window and the businessman at the wall.
Soon, Harry is the only one left and he looks around to check whether he should leave because the shop might be closing soon.
"We're open until eleven," Nathan's voice informs him from somewhere to his right.
After glancing at his watch - which tells him it is half ten - Harry looks over to where the barista is cleaning up the mugs and napkins the couple left in their wake.
"I don't want to be in your way when you clean up."
Nathan smirks but it's a warm gesture, nothing like the sneers Harry is used to from Malfoy.
"Don't worry, for you I'd keep the shop open until after closing."
"My tip wasn't that big, was it?"
Nathan shrugs. "Usually teenagers never tip; I need to cultivate that habit."
The blond disappears behind the counter, probably to put the mugs in the dish washer, then comes out again, wet cloth in hand to wipe down the tables, Harry assumes.
Nathan starts at the table right next to him. "What brings you out here at this time of night anyway?"
"Eh, I felt like taking a walk."
"And your parents are okay with that?"
"I'm staying with my godfather, he's not too strict."
Nathan's laugh sound as if he knows what Harry is referring to. "How old are you, if I may ask?"
For a split second, Harry wants to be honest but something tells him that he shouldn't. "Seventeen," he lies smoothly. "You?"
"Nineteen." His smile broadens. "I'm Nathan, by the way."
"Yeah, I," Harry motions awkwardly to Nathan's chest, "I saw your name tag."
"And he can read! Brilliant." The bloke winks again and Harry finds the possibility that Nathan might actually be flirting more and more likely.
But how does Harry feel about it? Somehow, he can't really form an opinion that exceeds simple curiosity.
Nathan leaves him to his magazine while he continues cleaning and putting chairs up onto tables and cleans up behind the counter.
The bloke then walks back to where Harry is sitting, armed with a cloth and Harry lifts the magazine to give him room. Nathan bows over the table but doesn't look at what he is doing. Instead, he looks up to Harry through blond lashes.
His eyes are a deep, stormy blue and suddenly, Harry's throat is drier than parchment.
"Thanks," Nathan says when he straightens, table clean.
Desperate for something to do, Harry closes the magazine and walks over to the stand to replace it.
"You said you walked here?"
Nathan's question makes him turn around to where the boy is putting on a black leather jacket. To his surprise, there are three or four rows of rivets on each of the shoulders and Harry would guess that Nathan has one or two or ten patches on the back.
"Yes, I live nearby."
"Let me walk you home, then. Strength in numbers and all that."
Harry nods after brief hesitation and Nathan's smile broadens. Harry watches as Nathan puts up the last chairs and follows him out of the coffee shop door which Nathan locks securely.
"Let me just get my bike!"
A few moments later, Nathan re-appears around the corner, pushing an old bike which once was painted black but it splinters in places after what probably is extensive use.
They keep up pleasant small talk, nothing too serious and Harry is grateful for two weeks with extensive contact to the Muggle world so he at least doesn't appear like a fool who lives behind the moon.
Harry stops a street away from Grimmauld Place - there is no way he can explain why he is living in a house that doesn't exist...
"This is me, just around the corner," he says and Nathan leans his bike against the lamp post, turning back while running a hand through his hair.
"Can I see you again?" Nathan asks and steps closer, almost in Harry's personal space.
"Sure," Harry breathes out, not entirely clear on what is going to happen now, though he guesses his theory was right. Nathan is definitely flirting
"Can I have your number?" Nathan dips his head to the side and looks up through his lashes again. Harry's breath hitches.
"You could, but I don't have a mobile," Harry admits and feels his cheeks colour faintly.
"Seriously?"
Harry scrambles for an explanation that doesn't make him appear like a technophobe or something otherwise uncool. He can't really explain his wish to appear cool in Nathan's eyes and he doesn't stop to reflect on it just now.
"I've been living with my aunt and uncle, they didn't give me much."
"And now?"
"With my godfather... But I could meet you at the coffee shop again?"
"I'd like that. I work three to eleven." Something shifts in Nathan's eyes and Harry has a second to prepare himself before he closes the distance between them, stretches and presses his lips to Harry's.
It feels different than it did with Cho. Where she was soft and vulnerable, Nathan is a hard presence against his lips. When Nathan's tongue licks Harry's bottom lip, he gasps. Nathan seizes the opportunity and tentatively pushes his tongue forward and finally, Harry's brain come to life again, allowing him to kiss back.
The experience is incredibly hot and doesn't last nearly long enough.
Nathan pulls back, winks and steps back. "I can't wait for tomorrow," he says, then grabs his bike and swings a leg over the saddle.
Harry watches him riding into the darkness.
When he reaches the kitchen at Number 12, Sirius is standing at the sink, sipping tea from his favourite mug.
He raises an eyebrow. "You're home late." His smirk fades slightly when Harry doesn't answer immediately. "What happened? Did you see Death Eaters? Was it your scar-"
"No! Nothing like that! I..." Harry swallows. "I met someone. We kissed."
The worry seeps from Sirius' face immediately and is replaced by soft understanding. "How did that happen?"
Harry is hesitant at first, not sure if Sirius will be angry that Harry agreed to let a stranger accompany him home or not, but he desperately needs someone to put what happened into perspective because Harry is way too confused by his own thoughts right now.
Sirius seems to sense his confusion. He listens patiently, doesn't interrupt. When Harry finishes, his godfather smiles. "Did you like the kiss?"
Harry shrugs. "It was... different. Than with Cho."
"Good different or bad different?"
"Good?"
Harry has no idea what his face looks like, but apparently it is amusing for Sirius chuckles. "You're confused." Harry answers with a half-shrug, lost for words. "Do you want to see him again, knowing he is interested in you?"
Harry gives that some thought. He had a nice time with Nathan, the conversation flowed easily and Nathan is interesting. Harry wants to know about the piercing, the jacket...
Eventually, he settles on, "Yes."
"Then do. And don't try so hard to put a label on anything just yet. You're young, you're allowed to experiment, try different things. No one has ever known what he likes right from the start."
A noise from the door makes them both look around. Remus has stopped in the doorway, a questioning look on his face whether he is intruding or not.
"Isn't that right, Moony?"
Remus proceeds into the room, snatching the mug from his partner. "What?"
"That teenagers should experiment since no one knows exactly what he likes from the start?"
Harry watches as Remus quickly puts the puzzle of what they are talking about together and nods. "Very."
"But I always thought," Harry tries to voice his thoughts, then starts over. "I went out with Cho. We kissed."
Remus laughs at that. "Oh Harry, do you have any idea how many girls Sirius seduced before he finally admitted it's just not for him?"
Surprised, Harry looks at his godfather, who blushes. Harry has ever seen Sirius blush. "Yes, some parts of my pureblood heritage clang to me a bit longer than others. But I came around eventually," he adds, stealing a kiss from his partner.
Remus sighs. "After too much drama for my tastes, but come around you did."
Harry suspects there is a story there but he doesn't want to ask since he doubts he would be able to pay attention long enough.
"So see him again," Sirius encourages. "And if things progress, tell us - I still owe you the talk."
Slightly horrified, Harry's eyes widen. "I'm sure there is a book I can read, isn't there?"
"Suddenly he's a bookworm," Sirius chides, but there is a fondness in his voice.
Remus chuckles. "Sirius decided he'd be the one to teach you the facts about life the moment Lilly told us she was pregnant."
"And I will not break that promise," Sirius swears, though his light-heartedness carries a touch of something more serious which is why Harry nods.
"Alright, but not today."
"It's late," his godfather concedes and squeezes Harry's shoulder. "You belong in bed."
It's only when Harry is halfway out of the kitchen, that Sirius calls after him, "Enjoy your wet dreams!" and Harry is rather glad no one is there to see him turn crimson.
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Harry spends the next two evenings at the coffee shop, chatting with Nathan between customers and enjoying the company on his walk home.
They snog longer every night and after their third session, Harry has to steal into his room for an embarrassingly quick wank before he is in any condition to face his godfather.
Who smirks knowingly when Harry eventually shows his face in the kitchen.
"I take it you two had fun?"
Harry's nod is heart-felt. "He's free tomorrow and asked if I might want to come over..." He trails of suggestively, knowing Sirius will fill in the gaps.
Sirius breaks into a wide smile. "Do you want the talk now or tomorrow before you visit him?"
Harry splutters but manages to catch himself quickly. After a little bit of thinking, he opts for today. It's already late so Sirius might not draw it out too long.
It's not as embarrassing as Harry has feared it would be. His godfather is very frank about everything as he tells him about tops, bottoms, the wonders of the prostate and the art of oral sex.
Remus strays into the kitchen halfway through The Talk and decides to stay, adding information here and there.
"Nathan is a Muggle, so you will do the preparations manually," Remus explains, "but amongst wizards there are spells you can use. Extendio is the most common, it stretches your partner appropriately. Unctus facio is the lubrication spell. Both are nonverbal."
"With those it's best you try them alone first to prevent awkward mishaps," Sirius smirks.
"How long will you joke about that?" Remus asks him, colour rising in his face and Harry's mind is suddenly too full of mental pictures of his godfather and Remus which he does not need.
"What about oral?" Harry tries to change the subject. "Is there a secret? Some special technique?"
"That's a question for the philosophers," Sirius announces with in mock solemnity which causes Remus to slap his arm playfully.
"I'm afraid not, Harry. The secret is practice. And I think, talent. But every partner is different and prefers different things, so you need to think on your feet."
"On your knees, he means to say," Sirius quips, which earns him a shove this time.
"Do you have any more questions?" Harry shakes his head since he can't think of anything.
Sirius smiles "If you do, don't hesitate to ask, alright?"
"Thanks," Harry says and gets to his feet, Sirius and Remus mirroring him. Giving in to his urge, he closes the distance between his godfather and him, pulling him into a tight hug. After a moment's surprised hesitation, Sirius hugs him back equally tight.
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That night, Harry stays up until three in the morning, head full of phantasies, thoughts, possibilities. He imagines what might happen when he visits Nathan the next day, how much they might do, what it would mean for their relationship.
In the end, it goes a little different than he outlined it in his head - but it's better.
Nathan shows him a new video game of his and Harry loses spectacularly, which is somewhat unsurprising as he never was allowed access to Dudley's games. The next thing he knows, Nathan and he are snogging on the sofa.
It's familiar and at the same time it isn't - there is a desperate edge to it now that they aren't standing on the pavement underneath a lamppost. Harry feels the tell-tale heat pool in his groin and doesn't fight off the erection that is forming inside his jeans.
Nathan's hand on his chest travels lower, across his chest and abdomen, sliding past his groin to his thigh and up again. Harry lets his own hands roam over Nathan's lithe form and, gathering all the courage he has, covers the bulge in Nathan's trousers with his hand.
Nathan's hips buckle as he thrusts into his hand with a moan, a sound which makes Harry's cock twitch.
Nathan pulls back and for a second, Harry worries that he did something wrong but the blond is smiling maliciously, eyes dark, pupils dilated.
"Two can play that game," he whispers in a low voice and the next thing Harry knows, Nathan is pushing him back and slides off the sofa.
It's only when the boy is on his knees and works Harry's fly open that what is about to happen registers.
"You sure?" Harry asks because Sirius was adamant about making sure both parties are enjoying themselves.
Nathan winks. "I like it. You could say I'm gagging for it," he adds, hooking his fingers in the waistband of both Harry's trousers and pants, tugging them down in one go and just like that, Harry is naked from the hips down.
Nathan just looks at first, eyes so sodding hungry that it makes Harry's cock leak copious amounts of precome. Nathan's eyes widen when he sees the fluid trickle down the glans and before Harry can brace himself, the blond licks at the tip of his cock and it takes all of his self-control to keep his hips still.
Nathan takes a hold of the shaft next, moves it up and down slowly, lips ghosting over the sensitive skin of Harry's cock for torturous moments before he swallows Harry down.
Harry's vision blacks out for a second as the wet heat envelopes him. Nathan starts moving, setting a quick rhythm that has Harry gasping and writhing, thrusting up into his mouth because self-control went out the window the second Nathan went down on him.
"I'm close," Harry remembers to warn and Nathan pulls off but keeps fisting his cock quickly. Suddenly, there is a hand at Harry's balls and it's too much - with a shout, Harry topples over the edge, coming harder than he ever has on his own.
It takes him a minute or two to gather his wits but when he has, he is met with a truly erotic sight. Nathan is still kneeling but has opened his jeans. He has his cock in his hand and is stroking himself in long, hard movements.
Something silver catches Harry's eye - it looks like a piercing. Harry slides off the couch and in front of Nathan to get a closer look. A small silver ball is coming out of Nathan's slit with another one sitting exactly where the glans ends and the shaft begins.
Harry glances up when Nathan's hand stills and finds the blond looking down, mouth agape and eyes half closed.
Daringly, Harry stretches his hand out to touch.
As soon as he feels another hand on his erection, Nathan retracts his own hand and leans back as if presenting himself. Harry doesn't need to be told twice.
He jerks Nathan off but takes his time, loving the way the boy's breath hitches every time Harry wipes his thumb over the piercing, loving how Nathan whimpers in the need for more.
Harry speeds up his movements, fascinated by the sounds that escape Nathan's throat until his own orgasm rips through him and he spills all over Harry's hand.
Nathan is breathing heavily, eyes unfocussed as the aftershocks subside. His eyes immediately fall on Harry's which is still covered in his come.
Wordlessly, Nathan pulls the hand towards him and licks it.
Harry can feel his blood rush south for the second time that afternoon and by the time his hand is clean he is hard again.
Nathan smirks. "I'd like you to shag me, Harry."
His brain stops working for a few seconds and only comes back online when Nathan removes his t-shirt and wriggles out of his pants.
"Would you like that?"
"Yes," Harry breathes, then remembers to add, "but I've never..."
Nathan seems neither surprised nor offended. "I figured as much. Do you want to watch me prepare myself?"
His throat goes dry, so all he can do is nod.
"Let's take this to my bedroom," Nathan suggests and rises to his feet, offering Harry a hand. Once Harry is standing again, Nathan tugs at his shirt and, getting the clue, Harry takes it off too.
It's the first time he has ever been naked in front of anyone who wasn't a team mate n the Quidditch locker rooms but Harry doesn't feel the urge to cover himself. He knows he looks alright, flying has made him fit and given him a layer of muscle.
Nathan's eyes are darkening again as he looks Harry up and down.
"Blimey, Harry. You're really hot."
"Thank you, you are, too."
Licking his lips, Nathan grabs Harry's hand and tugs him along into the bedroom a few metres away from the sofa. He motions for him to get comfortable while Nathan retrieves a condom and a bottle of lubricant from his night stand.
Harry can't look away and has to resist the decisive urge to touch himself as Nathan winds his arm around his body and presses one slick finger inside his hole. Soon, he adds a second finger and increases his movements. Harry realises he is stretching himself and his breath hitches as Nathan slides a third finger in.
Nathan bears down on his own hand, fucking himself on it until his cock is flushed and leaking against his even stomach.
"Put the condom on," Nathan breathes out and Harry quickly rips the wrapping open, mentally thanking Sirius for handing him a few to practise.
He slips the condom on and looks back at Nathan, who is lying on his back, legs spread invitingly.
Harry crawls up along his body, brushing their cocks together as he leans down and captures Nathan's lips in a heated kiss.
"You ready?" he asks, waiting for Nathan's brief nod before he lines himself up.
He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, trying to memorise the incredible feeling. Nathan is unbelievably tight despite all the stretching, and he feels delicious around Harry's cock.
He watches Nathan's face for any sign of discomfort, then thrusts deeper when he sees none. Once he is fully sheathed, he stops, giving them both a moment to adjust to the position.
Nathan rolls his hips, sending jolts of pleasure through Harry's body in an attempt to show he can start moving.
He does, pulling out almost entirely before he thrusts back in, slowly at first but soon it's not enough and his hips move faster but Nathan is meeting him at every thrust so Harry keeps increasing his pace.
He isn't going to last long so he braces himself on his left arm only and wraps his right hand around Nathan's erection, working him in time with his thrusts, thumb toying with the piercing every chance he gets.
Nathan has his head thrown back, eyes closed in pleasure. He moans when Harry's thumb worries the piercing again, but that reaction is nothing compared to how the blond shouts after Harry changes the angle slightly.
His prostate, Harry's mind supplies. He makes sure to hit the same spot again and again even when his rhythm falters as he feels a tightening in is balls but he holds himself back, set on driving Nathan over the edge first.
He doesn't need to wait long before the boy comes in long spurts all over his own stomach and chest. Harry releases his cock and takes a hold of his hips instead, allowing his rhythm to become erratic for a few more thrusts before he, too, finds release.
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Harry has tasted blood and now, there is no way back.
Whenever he is not out with Sirius or visiting Ron and Hermione at the Burrow, he goes to Nathan whose parents are conveniently never home since they have high-pressure jobs.
They shag on every adequate surface. Nathan guides Harry through his first blow job and Harry finds out he likes giving head, likes having the power to reduce Nathan to a whimpering mess when his tongue works the silver piercing just the right way. After a week of more orgasms than Harry can count, Nathan asks whether he can show Harry something else.
"On your stomach," the blond says and Harry complies, spreading out on the covers of Nathan's bed.
Then Nathan's tongue is licking a wet trail from his neck along his spine, lower and lower until he stops just above the crack of his arse. The hands on his cheeks make Harry jump but Nathan soothes him, rubbing gentle circles into his buttocks before pulling his cheeks apart.
Nothing could have prepared him for the sensation that follows. Nathan tongues his hole, circling the perineum but not breaching the ring of muscle.
Harry's cock is dripping where it is pressed into the sheets and it twitches when the tongue finally enters him.
Harry's toes curl in pleasure as Nathan's tongue dips deeper, exploring, circling inside, stretching him open. Harry's body goes completely slack under the administrations and soon, Nathan spreads his cheeks even further and pushes in deeper.
Harry is fucking himself on the tongue and Nathan lets him, occasionally pulling out almost completely, bringing his lips down to suck ever so lightly and that's when it becomes too much, too much sensation, too much pleasure and with a shout, Harry comes without a hand on his cock.
Nathan licks his way back up, nibbling at his ear for a second before he whispers, "Imagine how good my cock would feel inside you..."
Harry whines pathetically as his own cock twitches feebly and tries to get hard again, but it will take a little while longer.
"Give me a bit to catch my breath," Harry says. He shivers when he feels Nathan's erection press against his arse.
"I'll put on a condom, then."
Harry nods, mind clearing slowly.
"What do you say," Nathan says and a glance reveals he is carrying the lube bottle as well when he returns to the bed, "that I finger you open until you're hard again? Shouldn't take long, I think."
Instead of answering, Harry moves into a kneeling position, facing away from Nathan, knowing it is all the consent the boy needs. The sound of a cap being opened, followed by the familiar squeeze as the lube flows out of the bottle and then, Nathan's finger is circling his hole.
Without problems, Nathan works two fingers into him, scissors them effectively and soon adds a third finger. True to his word, Nathan works him longer than probably necessary to stretch him, but the sensation is not unpleasant.
Then however, Nathan crooks his fingers and brushes against a spot inside him and Harry yelps.
"There it is," Nathan chuckles and proceeds massaging Harry's prostate, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure through his body.
His cock springs to attention in no time.
Harry hears Nathan opening a condom wrapping, then slip it on. Seconds later, there is a pressure against his hole and Harry wills himself to relax because he knows it makes this easier.
Nathan goes slowly, stops when he feels Harry tense at the intrusion and pauses when he is buried eventually balls-deep inside him.
"Tell me when I can move," Nathan whispers and kisses Harry's shoulder.
Harry allows his body time to adjust before he gives Nathan the sign to move and when he does, the discomfort soon gives way to pleasure, one thrust at a time. It helps that Nathan makes sure he hits Harry's prostate at every other thrust and the piercing just adds to the delicious effect.
Harry gives up on coherent thought altogether. He never wants to do anything else in his life than have Nathan's cock inside of him, the sensations are overwhelming and easily the best Harry has ever felt in his entire life.
He moans and whimpers, breath ragged and he pushes back, meeting Nathan halfway.
Nathan wraps a hand around Harry' cock and works every one of his buttons until Harry is writhing, not knowing whether he should push back or thrust into Nathan's hand. His orgasm takes him by surprise, ripping through him with more power than a stunning spell and for a few seconds Harry thinks he sees stars.
Nathan's hands are on his hips again and his thrusts turn deeper, stronger, faster for a few minutes while Harry is coming down from his orgasm. Nathan cries out his name when he pushes in one last time, then he stills as a tremor runs through his body that Harry can only feel because Nathan's torso is pressed against his back.
They both collapse on the bed in a pile of limps and sweat.
"I'm never leaving this bed," Harry swears, making Nathan chuckle.
"I second that..."
For several minutes, the only sound in the room is that of their breathing as it evens out gradually.
"What about a shower and another round? You can ride me this time," Nathan adds an octave or so lower.
Harry doesn't need to be told twice.
XXX
The summer passes quickly between spending time with his family, friends and Nathan and before Harry knows it, he is turning 16.
Which, of course, he can't really tell Nathan about since he thinks Harry already is 17, so Harry tells him his best friend celebrates his birthday instead which is why Harry can't come over that Thursday.
Sirius gives him a mobile phone with a prepaid card, a magical pocket knife with a lot of useful features and - which Harry won't tell a living soul he received - a dildo, lube and condoms that will hopefully last the summer.
"If not, I can reveal where we keep our stash," Sirius only half-jokes judging by his expression.
"You do realise that those condoms are about a year old? I have no idea if they're still durable," Remus points out and yet again Harry finds his mind supplying him with images he really doesn't need.
Remus' presents are spell-books, mostly about Defence Against the Dark Arts, but he discovers one smaller book amongst them which features moving drawing of sexual positions as well as step-by-step instructions for nonverbal spells, all referring to gay sex.
Harry blinks at his former professor, not sure if he manages to keep the flush from his face.
"In light of recent events I thought it might come in handy," Remus explains with a smile.
Harry's "Thank you" is heart-felt.
Mrs Weasley told him in no uncertain terms when he last visited that she would be delighted to invite him as well as Sirius and Remus over to tea and dinner on his birthday and Harry saw no reason to decline.
When the three arrive at the Burrow, half the Order is also there, already drinking tea.
Grimmauld Place still functions as HQ, so Harry sees most of the members quite often. Unfortunately, Snape is one of them but to his relief, Molly didn't invite him.
There is cake. A great supper, and a lot of laughter. Hermione and Ron have banded together to buy Harry an exclusive pair of dragon hide gloves for Quidditch which he admiringly puts on immediately.
"I have to say, this is a lot more useful than the talking homework journal of last year," he admits, only to have Hermione throw a bit of gift wrapping at him.
"If you had used it, I'm sure it would have proven very useful!"
After supper, Fred and George lead them all outside, preparing to show off their latest generation of magical fireworks. The breath-taking show that follows is their present to Harry, along with a large bag of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.
The only downside of the celebration is that Harry never catches Ron and Hermione alone. He talked it over with Sirius and he decided to come out to them, tell them about his discovery.
He is getting nervous just thinking about it, however unjustified that is. They are his friends, whether he is gay or straight or nothing at all.
Resigned to finding another day to tell them, Harry takes a sip from his punch and smiles while listening to Ron and Hermione argue over sharing another piece of cake.
XXX
On August 3rd, Draco and his mother finally manage to visit Diagon Alley for Draco's Hogwarts shopping.
It is child's play to wander off on his own. A mere mention of Fay's Fabulous Fashion makes Narcissa's eyes light up and after assuring her he is fine on his own, she leaves in the direction of the clothing shop, allowing Draco to visit Borgin and Burkes.
Inspiration finally came three days ago after weeks of fretting over the task he has been given.
Graham Montague. In fifth year, Draco laughed at the boy's stupidity but today, he can't be more grateful for the information that there is, in fact, a way to enter Hogwarts without causing alarm.
The thought of Greyback is revolting, yet Draco can't deny he is a convenient way to blackmail others.
Deeply satisfied with today's accomplishments, Draco leaves the shop and sets off to find his mother.
XXX
Nathan keeps Harry very much distracted the following weeks, especially now that they can text when they aren't together (and really, it's more sexting than anything else) but Malfoy's odd behaviour in Knockturn Alley at Borgin and Burkes occupies a place at the back of his mind the entire rest of the summer.
"He's a Death Eater," Harry realises with a start two weeks later. "He replaced his father as a Death Eater!"
Unfortunately, neither Ron nor Hermione seem to share his theory. After he takes the pile of dirty Quidditch robes down to the washing room for Kreacher to take care of that night, Harry has calmed down somewhat, reminding himself why he asked Ron and Hermione to come to Grimmauld Place in the first place instead of joining them at the Burrow where they would probably have drowned in Phlegm with Fleur about the house.
He wants to finally out himself to his best friends. Sirius has sworn he will not interrupt them that afternoon, giving Harry ample time to break the news.
Confident, he goes back upstairs and finds Hermione still immersed in her book about Ancient Runes while Ron is reading something about Quidditch.
"Guys?" he probes as he flops down on the ground again. "There's a reason I asked you to come over today."
Ron snorts. "Other than the war zone the Burrow has become?"
They share a laugh but Harry quickly sobers up. Hermione, obviously sensing something important is to come, closes her book and puts it aside.
"What is it, Harry?"
"I met someone," he begins, reciting one of many speeches he thought of during the past few days. "We've become... close, these past few weeks."
Both Hermione's as well as Ron's eyes widen in surprise.
"Congratulations, mate! Got yourself a Muggle girl, I reckon?" his best friends assumes as he squeezes Harry's shoulder affectionately.
"His name is Nathan," Harry admits, somewhat bluntly.
It takes a few moments for the information to sink in. Ron suddenly pulls his hand back as if burned.
"Nathan's a bloke's name, mate."
"Nathan is a bloke."
Hermione smiles. "Are you telling us you're gay? Or bisexual?"
"Gay, probably..." Harry knew Hermione wouldn't react averse to the idea, but it's still nice to have confirmation.
Ron, on the other hand, doesn't look amused in the slightest.
"You a poofter now?"
"Ron!" Hermione chides, not at all gently.
Harry splutters, completely taken aback by how his best friend is reacting. "I think the politically correct term is homosexual, but... I guess I am."
"Mate, that's just a phase, it will pass!"
"I thought so, too, but I have a boyfriend!"
"Who's he, some old Muggle who has a thing for underage blokes?"
"He's 19! We've been seeing each other for four weeks!"
"Come on, this is a joke, isn't it? You kissed Cho Chang, bloody hell!"
Harry can't believe his ears. Why is Ron so angry? Why can't he simply be happy that Harry has figured out his sexual identity with very little drama?
"It didn't feel as good as kissing Nathan," Harry insists defensively, but Ron is having none of that apparently.
"You just haven't met the right girl yet."
"Ronald," Hermione interjects, "are you listening to yourself? Harry is gay, be happy for him that he figured it out!"
"Happy?" Ron glares at Hermione. "I showered with him! The whole dorm did!"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry asks hotly as the confusion suddenly turns to anger. "I never looked at any of you that way!"
"Bet that's gonna change now, mate, isn't it?" Ron grabs his book so hard his knuckles whiten as he jumps to his feet. "How are we supposed to know what you're thinking about when you're in the dormitory while we're changing?"
"Ron!" Hermione tries again but both Harry and Ron ignore her.
"You're my best friend, bloody hell, I don't feel about you that way, can you stop being so unreasonable!"
"Unreasonable? You're unreasonable!"
"And how's that?"
"It's wrong, can't you see that?"
Harry recoils, positively jumping back. "Wrong?"
"Yeah! This older bloke seduced you and now you're thinking that's what you are? Mate, it's not normal!"
"Of course it is! Look at Sirius and Lupin!"
"What about them?"
"They're partners! Lovers! They're shagging!" Harry is shouting now, his temper getting the better of him.
Ron's face pales. "They're poofters, too? How sick are you?"
"We're not sick at all!" Harry takes a step in Ron's direction only to see his friend step back, raising a hand to stop him.
"Don't come near me!" Ron warns.
"I'm not going to infect you, if that's what you're worried about!" Harry shouts and comes closer but he doesn't get far before Ron shoves him away. It catches Harry completely off guard and he falls back, landing on his - unfortunately still sore - arse.
"I'm out of here," Ron says and storms out.
"Wait!" Hermione calls and hurries after him while Harry climbs to his feet with a wince.
When he reaches the fireplace in the second living room on his floor, Ron is already gone.
Hermione turns towards him and hugs him tightly.
"I'm sure he's just overreacting. I'll talk to him, alright? He'll cool down and you'll be laughing about this in no time."
But something about her tone is off and Harry's stomach sinks when he considers the possibility that Ron might not come to his senses.
Thankfully, Hermione interrupts his thoughts, saying, "Tell me about this Nathan" and Harry can distract himself by telling Hermione all about the past few weeks with the blond Muggle in as many details as she wants to hear.
Which are quite a lot, as it turns out.
XXX
A week passes and Ron still hasn't answered any of his owls. Hermione, she told him, has been trying to talk to him but apparently the idea of Harry being gay is so horrible in Ron's mind that nothing she can say will change that.
"That berk!" Hermione curses when she comes over for supper on the last Saturday of the holidays. "I've known him six years now and I never thought he'd be such an idiot!"
"You're sure there is no way he might still come around?" Harry asks hopefully as he sets the table in the dining room. Remus and Sirius are cooking in the kitchen.
Hermione's face falls even further and her eyes turn sad. "I'm sorry Harry, but I doubt it."
Harry can't speak for several minutes. Ever since his first day at Hogwarts, Ron was a part of his life, hell, he was his best friend. They went through everything together. What does this mean? That it's over, just like that?
Without a word, Hermione takes the plates he is still holding from him, sets them in the table and pulls him into a tight hug. It takes Harry a moment to remember how his limbs are supposed to work but when he does he pulls Hermione closer, grateful for her friendship.
"This looks like we're interrupting something," Sirius' voice comes from the door.
Slowly, Harry pulls back, murmuring a "Thank you" which only Hermione can hear, and turns towards his godfather.
"Ron's not coming around."
Genuine regret passes over Sirius' features and the next thing he knows he is being hugged again.
"If he can't accept you, he doesn't deserve to be your friend," Sirius says and Harry knows he is right but it still hurts a lot to realise his best mate isn't who he thought he was.
"Give yourself time. You'll get over him. And if I'm correct, you still have this stunning witch to call your friend," he adds, smiling at Hermione who finishes what Harry started.
Hermione smiles brightly, though her eyes are shining a little more than usual. "He does."