Everyone always thought that Hermione would be head girl, but what if there wasn't one head girl and one head boy, but just two heads. resulting usually in different sexes for the heads, but this year it's different. Because what if Dumbledore went a step further then uniting the houses, but binding them together.
This year for the first time in many decades there is only two heads, both male and of opposite houses, Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy both received the same letter pertaining to their final year at Hogwarts. The letter of course did not state the name of the other head, stating only that for the first time they would both me male.
After reading, and rereading the letter, Harry laid it down on his bedside table in his large room in his privet apartment. He laid his head on his partner's shoulder, who was deep in slumber, thinking about the subsequent year. Hogart's department of organisation found it appropriate this year to select two head boys for this years head rein. Two head boys, in all his years he had never heard of two head boys. But this didn't bother him, as the person lying beside him was indeed male, and a fine catch at that.
The moment the Dersley's had found out he was homosexual; they had kicked him out of their house apparently afraid he might contaminate their little dudders. Harry chuckled softly at the memory of being kicked out. Usually someone being kicked out of their own home is devastating, for Harry it was one of the best things to ever happen to him.
Upon leaving he found himself a magical apartment, found himself a good paying summer job and best of all a boyfriend. Xavier was sleeping peacefully beside him. He'd gone to Beaux baton, in stead of Hogwarts and had graduated last year.
He'd come to England to find a job and learn some English. He'd seceded in at lest one of those. He was working in the ministry of magic, in the department of international affairs, working mostly with the wizards of Europe. His English though much better still lacked much work. Their conversation were amusing, to say the least. Harry would talk in English and Xavier would reply in French, this also taught Harry French at the same time.
Harry gazed down at his lover, trailing oh so lightly against his washboard abs. making little circles with his finger tips around Xavier's nipples, slowly mounting to his tan neck. Running his thumb across his thin lips Harry sighed and kissed him gently. Looking at the clock, he smirked slightly to himself and woke his partner up in the best way possible.
Opening dark brown eyes framed by light brown hair, Xavier woke with a smile on his lips, letting a moan escape it seconds later. « Mon dieux mon cher, ceci est une bonne façon pour se réveiller dans la matinée. »
Coming up Harry smirked and kissed him passionately on the lips. "Definitely the best way to wake up I say. It's almost 7, you've got to go to work and I've got to get ready for yet another year of rule breaking. You'll come visit me right? I'll miss you terribly." Sucking lightly on the man's lips he pulled him closer into his embrace. " I hade a wonderful time last night, I'll be looking forward to Christmas break so we may do it again." Harry whispered in his ear.
"Oui." The other man moaned, "Nous devrons faire ceci encore, je regarde en avant à noël aussi. mon chère. » seeing the clock and realizing he actually had to get up, Xavier threw off the covers and sat up slowly, still slightly sore from last night. Pulling on his pants and shirt, he left the room to get some breakfast. Still in bed Harry decided that some more sleep was exactly what he needed. Having only gotten about 2 hours the previous night he closed his eyes and fell asleep instantly.
Ring, ring, ring. Growling Harry smashed his hand into his alarm clock. Damn, he thought, that was a really hot dream. Hot and steamy.
Getting out of bed and retreating to the shower, he turned it to cold and jumped in. waking completely in the cold shower of water, he shook his head and started to shampoo his long hair. Over the summer he'd let it grow so it was almost past his shoulders. He liked this length, he could easily tie it back.
After his shower he had a quick spot of breakfast then begun to pack his things. Seeing as Xavier lived here as well, he didn't have to take everything with him. But mostly what he owned was Hogart's stuff. The only thing he's spent his money on other then the apartment and groceries, was clothes and a couple of well earned treats. Several of those treats were tattoo's placed strategically across his body, to keep his lover guess were the next one would be. Another little present he'd treated himself too was the expensive magical eye correctional surgery. He no longer wore those round ugly glasses.
Over the past year and summer, he'd filled in. standing proudly at 5'11, he was covered in lean muscles, adoring his abs were a slight accented six pack, covered in golden tan skin. Harry was perfection in one single package. Girls drooled, while their boyfriends became jealous beside them, although if they knew Harry was looking at them instead of their girlfriends then they wouldn't have worried so much.
Grabbing his trunk and Hedwig's cage, he sealed the apartment and begun the 10 minute walk to kings cross station.
Arriving 20 minutes before most people, he quickly placed his belongings in the heads compartment, having to spend the trip in there, and then went to wait on the plate form for his friends.
He only had to wait 5 minutes before Hermione's bushy, yet not messy, hair was seen crossing over the threshold. Grabbing her from behind, he hugged her. "Hello 'mione. How was your summer?" Laughing she hugged him back and said,
"It was amazing; I went to Paris and the Eiffel tower. How did those excuse for people treat you this year?" Not wanting a big explosion about leaving he just smiled and replied "same as usual."
Before she could say anything the entire Weasley clan made their way across the barrier, easily noticeable with their flaming red hair and freckles. Running off to see them he hugged Ron and greeted everyone else appropriately.
Getting their stuff onto the train was a hassle, but done before the train left. Apologizing to everyone about not being able to sit with them, Harry left for the heads compartment.
Upon opening the door though he was caught totally off guard. Malfoy was the other head, and what a gorgeous head he had. His white blond hair was not gelled back but fell softly in his face, framing his ice gray eyes perfectly, the way another colors wouldn't have. Fallowing the hair down to the tips where it ended at his mouth, what full taunt lips he had. Harry though, hotly. Unconsciously he licked his own lips as his eyes traveled lowed then Malfoy's face. Down his smooth pale neck, adored by a tight cloth collar, his chest, although covered with a dark a-shirt, was easily distinguishable as muscular. Malfoy had a large book covering his lap so he couldn't see anything, but he was clearly 6 foot maybe an inch over.
"Sapristi!" Said Harry in surprise, Xavier's French rubbing off on him. Clearly astound. Malfoy, the little albino ferret was HOT! Capitalized and underlined. Harry barely managed to keep his mouth shut. He then realized that Malfoy was staring at him with a 'what the fuck' look. Deciding to play it smooth, Harry glided into the compartment and took a seat across from the other man.
"Hey," he said to Malfoy as if they didn't hate each other immensely and had never tried to kill each other during the pervious years they had known each other. "What's up?" he said smirking at the dumbfound look on Malfoy's face.
After a minute Malfoy recovered from his surprise, he glared at the other boy, "great," he said sarcastically "am with golden boy, what a fun year this'll be." This will be great, thought Harry in his head, eyeing Malfoy's body again, too bad he's straight, because he'd be great in bed. Wait! What am I think, I have a boyfriend. Harry shook his head, which loosened the tie in his hair and let it frame his face.
Peering out from under his black hair, Harry surveyed Malfoy's expression; it was the same sneer as before. Opening his mouth to make a comment he started to insult Malfoy when professor McGonagall popped in.
"So, as you know this year, in many decades, we have two head boys. The living arrangement will be the same room, common room, and bathroom. You shall be expected to cooperate and organize dances, Hogsmead weekends and other social activities. You must patrol together at lest one a week and must act like civilized people. Is there any questions?" she asked looking from one to the other. "no, excellent then after the feast I shall bring you to your new common room. Have a nice ride." With that last she popped out. Harry and Malfoy staring after her, share a bedroom they both thought, no fucking way. This just got a whole lot more interesting.
A/N: please review. And let me know if you like this idea. The next chapter should be up within the week hopefully if my net doesn't go down again I might be able to get it up within 2 days.
Disclaimer: nothing but the plot of this story is mine. Tear, tear.