Blood, Sex and Booze

I own nothing, but the plot…

Summary: Au/Non-magical. A secret drove him away, but that secret could be his saving grace. Threesome. Rated for later chapters.

Authoress Note: Hello all, after being away from the fan fiction world for nearly three years I'm back and starting out my new career with a challenge fic issued by Orions7. This will be a 7-10 part fic with the possibility of a sequel. I hope you enjoy, give me a review with some meat plz!

Preface:

He sighed as the warm water fell from the shower head, washing away all the days' worries. He held his head under the water for a moment longer before he began washing his body. At the moment, he was in the bathroom of a cheap motel off the main highway somewhere in Oregon with his lovers. Moments before he was wondering how he, how they, had got there. Then he reminded himself, it all started that day after football practice….

Chapter One:

"Put your pencil down Mr. Potter, your time is up." a shrewd voice announced.

Said youth sighed as he dropped the pencil on the desk an closed his testing book placing the answering sheet on top. He looked at all the neatly circled bubbles, all neatly circled except for one. The very last question on the test had been a ringer and anyone who looked over his answer sheet would have seen that. Each bubble had obviously been filled in, erased an then filled in again to only be erased. The question did not lead to a clear answer, it led to the conclusion of each answer having a possibility of being right. In the end, he had just filled in the 'C' bubble and had starred at it for the remainder of the testing period, which was an hour.

Having already given his test an pencil that was provided to him back to Mrs. McGonagall, the Admissions' Testing Supervisor, he was told his results would be emailed to him within the week an if things went well then he would be starting this Monday coming up. She gave him a book containing school rules and dress codes followed by a book that had all the classes listed and categorized. He thanked her an looked around the room for a moment before he was told he could have a look around the school if he liked, it being after hours there were only member of the athletic departments left on campus.

"There's a map inside the school rules pamphlet to direct you around. I could come with you if would like." she asked kindly.

"No thank you ma'am," Harry replied softly, smiling.

"Well then," she began as she got up from her desk," The school closes its doors at 7 sharp so be on your way before then or risk being locked in for the night."

He nodded at her and headed for the door, but was stopped by her voice once more.

"I'm sure you scored high enough to enter here. Your file says you were part of the athletic department?" she said, a question in her voice.

"Oh, yeah. I was on the track team for a while."

"Well, if you're any good our school has a team that is quite competitive." there was a spark of pride tinged in her words.

His face brightened at that. He was hoping to check out the team if he was allowed admissions. That had been the only redeeming thing he had been looking forward too since arriving in Oregon. He shook his head before his brain went down that road again.

"Then I hope I'm accepted, I love running. Thank you again ma'am." he said politely.

She nodded once at him before turning back to her desk to gather up her things. Taking that as a dismissal he exited the classroom an open the school rules, finding the map on page three. The school was in a shape of large octagon with its sporting fields in the back an parking on both sides of the school.

Already knowing where he wanted to go he followed the directions on the map, exiting the building completely an walking the length of the student parking lot. It was nearly empty except for a few odd, but expensive, cars and SUV's. He heard it before he saw it. Coming to a corner, he peaked around it and was met by the football field. Off behind the football field he could make out a diamond shaped field, the baseball field, an another field which looked like it was used for track, an completely empty.

He sighed, sadden he wouldn't be able to spy on his possible future teammates, an glad that he wouldn't have to walk across the football field. On the football field were the football players and he had never had a good experience with them. Faintly his mind traveled back to Hope Wood High an their quarterback, Ron Weasley. Ron was a tall broad teen with bright red hair, freckles and the crudest behavior an manners that would make a saint curse. For all valid reason he would have easily been an outcast if he didn't have such a good arm an Harry found himself wishing more than once that he would break it an never be allowed back on the field again.

At his last school, you were a football player or thought of as gay, which was fine by Harry since he was gay, but he didn't want to be called out for it on every ear. It wasn't as if he didn't play a sport, track and soccer took up most of his time, but the male population didn't see it that way an went of their way to make his life a living hell. It wasn't bad enough his home life was on egg shells he had to wake up 9 months out of the year to go through it all over again.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't hear the whistle that ended practice; an he didn't notice that the players were coming until the last minute, but it was too late for him to escape. He might have been a fast runner, but even he couldn't walk fast enough to avoid being seen by the players.

"Next time your running, Malfoy, watch where the hell ya going!" a voice called.

"Whatever Sanders, it's not my fucking fault you couldn't get out of my way." a voice, which Harry assumed was owned by Malfoy, retorted.

"Guys, shut up! Have you seen that kid before?"

Harry could feel all their eyes boring into the back of his head and he quickened his pace. He really didn't want to get off to the wrong start at this school. He just wanted to be normal. He gave a small snort to himself.

'Oh, but you can never be normal Harry…ever!'

"Hey! Hey kid wait up!" a deep baritone voice called.

Nearly automatically his feet stopped moving an he slowly turned around to see two teens, day and night, running towards him. His eyes widen as he watched them, he could feel the heat rolling up his neck as his thoughts drifted. One teen was dark as chocolate, tall with lean muscles and wavy looking short black hair. His eyes were a warm hazel and his full pink lips were pulled into a smile that expose brilliant, even, white teeth. The other teen was his day. Where as the other had dark skin this one had skin so fair it would make an angel jealous. White blond hair that was pulled back into a ponytail an ended gods know where. Bright blue eyes starred into his green ones and those rosy lips were pulled into a smirk. Their uniforms clung to them, showing everything they had to offer. The black and gold giving them little justice.

He shook his head as he starred up at the teens through his bangs.

"Hey, kid, you lost or something?" The dark one asked.

'Kid!' his mind wheeled and now more than ever he cursed his lack of height. No matter how tall his dad was an insisted he was going to be, he took after his mother in frame.

"Um..no just looking around… I err just got done taking a exam." Harry mumbled.

"Exam?" the blond one mumbled, then his face lit up. "Oh the entrance exam. New 'eh, where you from?"

His voice washed over Harry. It was somewhat refined, deep for sure, with a touch of a country accent that he was going to have to get used to.

"New York." he said, an for some odd reason he found himself blushing.

"Oh, city boy. Well this is a small place, you're gonna stick out like a sore thumb. Everyone knows everyone here. Blaise Zabini by the way." the dark one said.

"Harry…Harry Potter."

"An I'm Draco Malfoy. Got any uses, play football?" the blond one asked.

"Draco," Blaise scolded.

"What?" Malfoy asked innocently.

Harry looked between the two, suddenly feeling even more awkward that before.

"Erm, just track an soccer, well track now since your school doesn't have soccer." he shifted on his feet, his lower back was killing him an he inwardly groaned knowing what was going to happen in the next few days.

Blaise turned his focus on him once more after he finished speaking.

"Track, ever thought about football? We're in need of a running back, back-up. Draco here can't seem to stay out of trouble." he said, glaring out the side of his eye at the blond an said blond huffed.

"I'm a lousy catcher. Tried out for baseball once an blacked my eye trying to catch the damn thing." he laughed nervously, looking between the two of them.

Neither laughed, but they didn't comment on about it either.

Blaise stepped forward, taking up a bit of Harry's personal bubble.

"Well we're having a party tomorrow night at the lake. We defeated our rivals last week an couldn't have it then. You should drop by, get to know us a little better."

If Harry didn't know any better he would have thought the other teen had purred the words. He looked between the two, wondering if this was some kind of joke. He had never been invited anywhere by anyone, let alone to a party. His throat grew dry as both teens watched him.

"Eh, I err…I've got to find out first." he mumbled looking anywhere but up.

"Well, if you decide to come, its at the park, on the beach in the back." Malfoy said.

"Like he knows where that's at." Blaise glared, he reached around in his athletic bag and produced a scrap of paper and a pen. He leaned against the wall behind Harry to write on the paper.

Harry felt the heat rise to his cheeks as he felt the taller body press into his slightly and he prayed to any god listening that his hormones would just resist the urge. Lucky for him, Blaise was off him in seconds and holding out the paper to him.

"My number, call and we'll come an pick you up."

Harry looked at the paper for a moment before accepting it, stuffing it into his bag.

"Come on, we've got 'clean up duty' from daddy dearest." the blond drawled.

The dark teen rolled his eyes and looked at him once more.

"Call any time." he said softly before turning to his blond friend and they both walked away.

"See you around." the blond through carelessly over his shoulder.

Harry slumped against the wall, eyes wide as he watched the two head towards a silver SUV. He bit his lip as he turned against the wall and willed his legs to work so he could walk back to his god fathers' house.

'Any time,' his mind echoed.

'sure'

End Chapter.

Next chapter: Sirius, hormones, drugs, more hormones and a little bit into Harry's secret…in that order, lol. Stick around. Remember to leave a review plz, tell me of any mistakes as well since this is unbeta'd. :/