P-U-P-P-Why?
"I swear to god that mutt is glaring at me!" Ron cried indignantly for what felt like the twentieth time. The dog in question - a small tan puppy with dark brown eats - opened one lazy eye from where he was lounging in Luna's lap to look at the red head before huffing in a very dog like manner and returning to his name.
"Don't be ridiculous Ronald! It's just a dog." Hermoine snapped, giving him a sharp knock upside the head.
Seamus did the only thing that seemed appropriate at the moment - he rolled his eyes. He toke another tentative sip of his Butterbeer and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He, Hermoine, Ron, the entire Weasley brood, Luna, Neville, Dean, and for some odd reason Snape had been waiting for the one and only Harry Potter to return to his tiny London flat for nearly three hours now. Hermoine had been baffled.
'What are the chances,' she had said after the first hour. ' that the one time he doesn't return home at exactly six is the time we're waiting to throw him a surprise birthday party.' Now two hours later, Hermoine was still blathering on about the chances of this or that happening - completely clueless to what everyone else in the room had already realized. Harry had most likely gone out to drop himself in alcohol for his birthday. Sure the girl was book smart, but Hermoine just didn't seem to understand the common man. Seamus - being a common man himself - completely understood where Harry was and why. If it were up to him, Seamus would have spent his past four birthdays in a bar.
Finally, after another half hour of watching the puppy - which was now openly glaring at Ron (Seamus was of the opinion that It had something to do with Ron calling it a hapless, flea bitten mutt) - the lock to Harry's front door jiggled as someone put in a key. The lock turned and the door swung open, revealing one very tired looking Harry Potter.
He was as short as ever, probably not even coming to stand at 5'2, with a delicate frame. Harry's skin was very, very pale - but not sickly - and his big, green eyes stood out sharply. His lips were a pretty light pink colour and the bottom one was slightly swollen (likely due to Harry's habit of chewing on it when he was nervous). Long black hair was pulled into a messy braid and there were deep black circles under his eyes, but otherwise Harry looked like his normal - gorgeous self.
'The perfect uke,' Seamus thought absently while he yelled out a joyous greeting with the others thus making Harry jump and look at them with wide, nervous eyes. 'Now if only this were an anime - telling Harry I wanted to fuck him through a wall wouldn't be hard at all. All I'd have to do is get a nose bleed... although Harry is awfully naive. He probably wouldn't understand why I suddenly went flying away - propelled by blood shooting from my nose.'
A.N. Ha! This is just the prologue but it was so much fun to write! Let me know what you think.