OMG HELLO PEOPLE! : D another goddamn stories. I seem to have loadssss of plot bunnies but very few bite-your-ass-to-make-you-get-on-with-the-next-chapter bunnies. Sorry about that!! If you're worried please read my profile, I left a message for you all ^^
Anyway I read a few stories where Harry is already a bit different...so I thought. What the hell let me have a go! ^^
Warning: YAOI (as usual) pretty much straight away!!! A little graphic so IT'S BEDTIME FOR THE KIDDIES. Don't read if you don't like it goddamnit!! Themes of drinking and smoking problems, possibly drugs later, but not sure yet. Swearing and insomnia too, not that they really need a warning.
Disclaimer; of course I don't bloody own it, else I sure as hell wouldn't be sat here!!! (Although if I was J.K I would probably still write and read FF )
So on with the story!!!.....
Harry sat resting his head on the bar top, his left hand nursing a mostly empty bottle of Jack Daniels. The thumping beat of the music was making the bar top vibrate, not something Harry appreciated at this particular moment in time. There was a chuckle and Harry twisted his head forcing open one eye and glancing up. Alex, resident barman, grinned down at him.
"Alright there Ri?" he asked. Harry groaned and mumbled something incoherently. Alex laughed again. "Fucks sake kid, go home already," he said shaking his head at the young teen. Harry forced his head up and rolled his eyes at the much older barman.
"N't yet 'lexy" he slurred "I ain't foun' anyone to fuck me int' oblivion yet." He grinned up at the older man, who sighed shaking his head.
"It's your call Ri," he said and headed off down the other end of the bar to serve other customers.
Harry James Potter age 14, nicknamed Ri by various muggle friends, was currently sat at the bar in 'senses' a muggle club in the middle of Surrey. It was two days before the new summer school term started and that bloody Headmaster had made him return to the Dursleys for the summer holidays. Harry snorted, he wouldn't have if he had known anything about Harry's life. Since he was old enough to walk Harry had been wandering the streets of Surrey alone to escape the wrath of his abusive Uncle. Purely by luck he had met people who taught him how to survive, to protect himself. They had seen to it his innocence had been lost young and he had grown up with many habits he probably wouldn't have otherwise had. However he also had a hardened resolve, an iron will and a capable talent in various martial arts, and many other skills he would not otherwise have possessed.
It had been difficult hiding his drinking and smoking habits from the adults in the middle of Hogwarts during first year but then the second hadn't been much Harry had found out that quite a lot of the kids also had habits, and were more than willing to cover for him and exchange…items for other items. Harry had made some half-decent friends for the first time in his life. The adults all expected him to be perfect golden boy though, luckily so many other things had happened nobody had really taken the time to study Harry Potter the person, just Harry Potter the legend. Harry grimaced as he thought of the things that had happened, the dreams, Quirrel, Voldemort and that damned mirror. He sighed. That mirror, it had given him a glimpse and then taken it away again. He growled and turned angrily on his chair. However the third year, that had just topped it. Sirius and Buckbeak, bloody time turner, never a moment's peace to sneak off for a drink or fag. He needed to forget. He downed the remnants of his bottle and leaving it on the counter, stood swaying precariously. He scowled and surreptitiously cast a very light sobering charm on himself, enough to allow him to walk, but not to lose that hazy feeling which was all that kept him sane nowadays.
He made his way carefully into the throng of bodies. His long loose hair sweaty and clinging to him, his clothes tight and his face not obscured by glasses, (a simple charm had taken care of them) Harry aka Ri looked good. And he knew it. He glanced left and right, he needed someone to make him forget, and he needed them now god dammit. He spotted a man dancing near the front. Shoulder length honey blonde hair in waves, lithe figure and a blink revealed chocolate eyes with flecks of amber. Harry licked his lips and made his way over.
The man glanced at him and Harry made a deliberate point to ignore the man completely. He licked his own cherry lips sensually and ran his hands through his hair stretching far enough to reveal a flat expanse of pale skin. His trousers rode low and he heard even though the thrum of the music the man's breath hitch. He smirked at him and the man's eyes narrowed. Harry moved closer and the man's eyes widened before a predatory look awoke. Harry smirked again 'got him' he thought. The man grabbed Harry by the waist and pulled him in before he began grinding against him furiously. Harry sighed and a smile touched his lips. 'finally'. He let his control go and the man yanked on his arm pulling him towards the nearest rent room of the club. Harry turned to wave at Alex who rolled his eyes and mouthed 'be careful' Harry nodded and allowed the man to pull him away. Stumbled steps and furious kissing. Moans and panting. Harry groaned loudly raking his nails across the back of the man who was pressing him down into the small red couch in the room they had hurriedly rented. The man's fingers dug into his hips as he pressed forward, grinding their arousals together. Harry moaned as his head rolled against the seat, granting better access to the tongue that was doing wicked things to the soft skin behind his ear.
"Fuck." Harry groaned, thrusting helplessly under the man, eyes rolling back.
The chocolate eyed man grinned and ran two fingers over Harry's swollen lower lips. Harry opened his mouth, drawing them in, rolling his tongue over them sensuously while holding that chocolate gaze. The man moaned in the back of his throat, removing the fingers and thrusting his tongue between those still parted lips. He slipped his hand down behind Harry, teasing his opening, before sinking his finger in to the knuckle. Harry screamed out before whimpering against his lips, pressing back into the hand, needy and wanting. The fingers were removed roughly and then there was something larger in their place, driving into him in one swift and fluid motion.
He threw his head back and gritted his teeth against the blinding sensation as the other man began to thrust into him, hard and fast. The man leaned forward, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of the younger man's shoulder. Harry yelled yanking the back of the honey head, pulling him down harder. The thrusts grew wilder, deeper, and Harry was moaning incoherently now, reaching down to pump himself in time. The man's fingers were digging into him with enough force to bruise but Harry didn't care because he was hitting that spot with every stroke and he was light headed, and utterly unable to remember anything. The next thrust put him over the edge and he came hard, splattering their chests and coating his own hand. The man made a choking sound against the back of his neck and Harry felt him shudder, throbbing inside of him. Harry moaned again as his insides were coated and then lay back panting. He was utterly lethargic. Drunk out of his mind and riding so high on that unbelievable orgasm he didn't even register as his eyes slipped closed, and he fell back into blackness.
Harry groaned. Too much goddamn light! He tried turning over and suddenly found himself with a serious lack of whatever it was he was lying on. He fell to the floor with a crash and swore loudly and colourfully.
"That's some mouth you got on you there," chuckled a rich voice. Harry cracked open an eye and saw the man from the night before. He groaned again and pushed himself up onto his elbows. His hair falling about his face. With some effort and a lot of willpower he sat up resting his back against the couch.
"Thanks...I think?" he muttered. The man laughed again.
"You could use a good sobering charm!" he said jokingly. Harry's eyes flew wide open and he sat up.
"Wizard?!" he said shocked. The man raised an eyebrow.
"You're not the only wizard who enjoys muggle clubs." Harry grinned sheepishly and sighed conjuring a sobering charm on himself then sorting out his clothes and hair as well. The man's eyes widened fractionally as he saw Harry achieve the spells wandlessly but he refrained from commenting.
"So..." the man said grinning lecherously and eyeing Harry up and down. "Doing anything later today?" Harry snorted.
"Maybe, depends, I haven't decided yet,"
"Well who knows, maybe I can interest you?" the man stuck his hand out and helped Harry to his feet, smirking when Harry scowled as he only came up to his shoulder.
"Don't scowl, the height thing is actually kinda hot." Harry snorted again.
"Yeah sure, whatever," he replied and the man smiled
"Name's Serou," he said holding his hand out.
"Ri," replied Harry. The man raised an eyebrow then his eyes widened and he frowned,
"Sure..." he said nodding at Harry's forehead. The glamour had come off his scar while he had passed out. Harry paused then swore colourfully again, before lunging for his wand to oblivate Serou. However, suddenly he found himself in a headlock.
"Your fast," panted Harry struggling.
"Courtesy of these werewolf genes I carry around ya know," replied Serou. Harry froze then relaxed.
"Oh thank fuck, okay you can let go now," Serou grinned and released Harry.
"Thought I was going to tell did you? That the saviour of our world is going around getting fucked by strangers?" Harry scowled and Serou laughed. "Don't worry, nobody would believe the word of a werewolf," he paused and then smiled.
"Yeah I know, I've heard stories," Harry stuck out his hand. "Well then, Harry Potter, as you obviously already know," The man shook his hand and sweatdropped looking kinda sheepish,
"Yeah well I might know that now...but I sure as hell didn't last night else I might have reconsidered. How the hell old are you anyways? Like 11?" Harry grinned before bursting into laughter.
"Underage yes, toddler no." He replied "I'm fourteen," Serou rolled his eyes,
"That makes me feel so much better," he groaned "I'm a pervert, I just fucked a fourteen year old senseless!" Harry patted him on the back.
"If it's any consolation I sure as hell won't be telling anybody!" Serou looked up and sighed
"Yeah..." he said "So...since it's a bit late for guilt what you doing for the rest of today?" Harry smiled evilly
"You can take me for ice cream if you want..." Serou closed his eyes silently counting to ten, 'I am not a paedophile' he repeated like a mantra in his mind. Harry cackled his way to the nearest ice cream parlour.
After a few hours Harry and Serou were utterly drunk again. Serou led Harry up to his apartment and they both collapsed on his couch.
"I have to go to school tomorrow!!" moaned Harry and Serou grunted
"That makes me feel even older!" he replied and Harry grinned into the man's shoulder. "Oh yeah, and I forgot to tell you I'll be coming with you tomorrow," Serou said suddenly. Harry sat up causing his head to spin.
"You what!?" he spat out. Serou grinned ferally
"I'm the new defence against the dark arts teacher,"
Hope you liked it. ^^ seemed interesting at the time, and I like the whole Harry and the teacher thing feel free to leave comments about plot developments you'd like to see. I have idea of course but input is great. Reviews if you feel like it flamers will be used instead of my central heating 'cos it costs too much.
Keep reading and writing always
Colour-chan x.X
