Chapter #1

Preface: So hey, Gilderoy is the best. Not many people like him be he is my favorite 4evr bro. This is a bad story about Lockhart and some honey and Harry boy's naked young body. yep~

Also its important to mention that this story could technically be called AU since I don't take into account that both Gilderoy and Remus wouldn't be working together at the school at the same time. Frankly I don't care. I'm putting all the characters in in a free world to do as they wish and thats how this story shall play out. Forget all HP canon plot. except some lol.

Harry hated showering. He hated taking a bath, and the all over experience of bathing at that. The Griffyndor men s open bath had terrified him since the day he had set foot in Hogwarts. No matter how renowned of a wizard he was, it never seemed to compensate for the assumed inadequacies of what Harry had down there .

So in the end it was like any other shower day for him. He took the back shower stall, almost always vacant due to the rumors that it was bewitched. Harry slowley undressed, hoping no one would glance around a corner and catch sight of the nervous boy in his infrequient fraility. Exposed to the world for only but a second he wrapped a simple white towel around his hips and shrugged off the idea of a nervous shower and walked quickly from the empty stall to the door leading to the Prefects bath. He slipped in, towel clutched to his waist, and in a flash, had derobed and slipped into the comforting warmth of the warm water. He sighed and let his body relax, tilting his head to the side to lay on the side of the tub.

He stretched out, his lanky body tensing as he brang his hands above his chest, a small almost unoticable moan escaped from his lips. Oh how he loved baths.

That s when he noticed it, almost blending in with the whitish golden shine of the rooms lighting on the bubbles was a patch of golden curly hair sticking up from the baths milky froth. Not much bothered by the possibility of another student in the bath with him, since his bottom half was already hidden by the opaque water around him, he shrugged it off.

But what bothered him was the hair all together! He had yet to notice a student with such astounding shiny well kept hair and the only person that came to his mind with such was-

Harry s thoughts were interrupted by the presence of a few loud bubbles released near the patch of golden hair and out of the misty liquid came a face Harry had yet to even think of. There in front of him, chest gleaming with bath water, framed in the shiny bubbles was Gilderoy Lockhart.

Harry had only a minute or so to gawk before Gilderoy flashed a famous smile at the baffled teen.

"How do you do" he said with a sheepish grin.

Professor Lockhart, this is the Prefects bath! Shouldn't you be in the teachers bath? Harry exclaimed

Gilderoy looked at him for a moment, Harry caught a bit of indecisiveness in his voice that quickly passed.
Oh Harry! I was just open for a new experience is all! I wanted to know how the other half lived He said it with an air of practiced superiority that only Gilderoy could have come up with and Harry looked at him oddly, wondering why Lockhart would have taken interest in the other half at all.

Harry seemed to be searching for what to say next as the silence drifted in after Lockhart's short explanation and the golden haired Professors smile was making it even harder.

Feeling quite awkward Harry continued to stare at his professor until he could think of something to say.

"So, are you enjoying the other half ?" He wondered aloud, startled by his own voice. Instantly he felt stupid at such an odd question but an unfazed Gilderoy grinned at the young wizard boy.

"Why yes I am Harry! I'm quite enjoying the lower ha-I mean other half. You seem to have it all so calm and relaxing over here in the world of a Hogwarts student. Unlike us teachers always on the go preparing curriculum and such for you all." He said, his voice going unusually thick.

Harry ignored the crack in Gilderoy's statement but felt he needed to speak up. "Oh, but professor, being a student is just as hard! All the schoolwork and all the stress that comes with keeping up with expectations. Of all people I should know, I mean, with everybody expecting so much out of me as a famous wizard boy and all, it gets quite stressful!" Harry's voice at the end of this little speech had raised quite above the level he had intended it to and he looked down in embarrassment. "I'm sorry professor, I shouldn't be talking about my teenage problems with a teacher, you probably have enough of your own.

"Oh Harry" Gilderoy said enthusiastically as only he could and played with some bubbles beside his shoulder "Don t worry about it my boy, I may have problems of my own but it feels nice to know that you as a student feel comfortable talking about what bothers you with me."

But yet none of this made Harry comfortable in the least and he hung his head in even farther embarrassment of himself for opening up to such a pompous airheaded man. Gilderoy noticed this further withdrawal and suddenly reached over and patted Harry on the shoulder. "Don t worry, I wont tell anyone that the famous "Mr. Potter" gets choked up sometimes, if you don t tell all my wooing fans that I use more then one bottle of hair gel for this beautiful curl" he thus pointed to his head.

Harry smiled for the first time in a while. Maybe this pompous airhead wasn't that bad when he wasn't surrounded and influenced by his fans that was .

"Oh Harry, you still look tense even with all this warm water, how about a back rub?" Lockhart said and again stretched one hand out to rub the wizard boy's shoulder. If Harry had finally felt at ease with his professor, this vanished in a second as it was replaced with a slow uneasiness as soon as Lockhart had placed a hand on his shoulder and said "backrub".

Not knowing what to say, he mumbled "No thank you" under his breath, but this obviously wasn't received by his golden haired professor as he looked him with a shiny smile.

"Oh don't be shy Harry, you just look so uptight after that discussion. Sorry if it got you in a knot. But I can work that tense out in a minute. Just let me put my magic to work" He suddenly pulled Harry towards him buy the arm and situated him in front of him, clear of his submersed lap but still to close for comfort considering they were both naked. Before Harry could resist Lockhart's elegant hands were upon his boyish shoulders and even without the help of a wand, Harry felt magic being worked into his knotted tired shoulders.

"Isn't this nice now Harry!" Gilderoy exclaimed rather too excitedly and a short silence followed before Harry replied with a soft "Yes". Harry couldn't put words together for a moment as he tried to connect thought and describe to himself what Gilderoy was doing to his shoulders. It was wonderful yet at the same time a light blush had graced the teen's cheeks. Harry knew when something felt to good .