Warning:
A friend suggested I put up a warning, so I am.
These first few chapters, til maybe the sixth one, will be about the size of this one. They are intoductory chapters, nice and short and to the point ... But mostly because I made Harry a bit of a slut and I thought it'd be easier to read if it was broken up into smaller chapters instead of him seducing male after male all in one chapter ... So yeah.
Author's Note:
I don't really ever mention it in the story, so I'm going to mention it now and hope people read this before complaining or asking questions. Harry Has An Allure! He's not a creature though, it's more of a Mind Magic. When he uses his voice (ie. when he sings or talks), he kinda muddles the mind and makes himself more appealing, the former wares off while the latter stays until it is no longer needed (like training wheels ... kinda ... not really). So that's why people react as they do.
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The landscape passed by in a whirl of greens and browns as Harry stared out the window, his eyes unfocused and lids low. His fingers tapped repeating patterns onto his trousers, the grey cat at his side purring in content as it slept. He blinked owlishly when the door suddenly flung open and a red head stood beyond the threshold looking in. "You seen Potter? He's supposed to be on the train," the other said, but Harry remained silent. Unaffected, the red head continued, "I'm going to be his best friend."
Harry moved slowly to examine the obnoxious boy. "Oh? What is your name then?"
"Ron Weasley," he said, holding his head high.
Harry giggled once and then again and then a third time until he was bent double, taken in a fit. Pertubed, Ron stole backward several steps and then hurried down the hall. As he came down from his high, the small cat glared at him. "My dear Conrad! I must have woken you, please forgive me." The cat hissed and dug it's claws deep into his skin, tore a piece away, then hurried out the door. Harry watched his flesh weep a moment and then brought the apendage to his lips to swipe at with his tongue.
"Don't do that!" a smooth voice called from the still open door, gave Harry pause enough to glance up at the beautifully dark boy. He rushed in and sat opposite Harry, grabbed the injured hand and brought it away from his face. He pulled out his own wand and muttered a spell toward the cut which, moments later, was gone. "There," he said with a sigh, "Don't put such things into your mouth, it's not good."
Harry nodded, head still bent so that he saw through his lashes and fringe, and moved his hand to cup the other's face. "My, you're so beautiful, and what a lovely voice! Please, wont you sing to me?" Harry spoke, his voice light.
The other blinked several times and then slowly nodded, at which Harry gave a brillient smile and moved forward so that his head was in the dark boy's lap. There was a moment's trepidation before hands wound into black silk and, with his head dipped so that only Harry could hear, the boy began to sing.
"Hush now, Oh lovely Creature so dark. Dream now, But only of me. Rest now, Oh childe, I'll watch over you, Keeping you Safe from them all. Love me, Oh darling, I'll never leave, So promise That you'll stay with me."
Harry sighed and shifted to kiss the hand moving thourgh his hair. "Oh, my love," he whispered.
"Disgusting," a new, horrid voice said form the door and they turned to see. A bushy haired girl stood, her hands on her hips and a sneer on her face.
Harry regarded her coldly as the other boy rose in his leaning to glare at her. "A Mudblood then," he sneered, "Only they are so closed minded."
The girl swelled unattractively. "Now see here!"
"I hate her, love," Harry said, winding his arms up the darker boy's back to his shoulders and slowly bringing himself up to place a soft kiss under his chin, "make her leave."
The boy smirked and moved a hand to point his wand at her, muttered a few words and watched as she was thrown form the cabin whose door shut afterward. As she began to scream, he muttered more words and then all was silent. He moved to cup Harry's face and then agian to kiss him
"My love, but your name," Harry whispered, evading the other.
"Blaize Zambini," he said softly, breathily.
With a wicked smile, Harry took the hand from his cheek and kissed the back gently. As he pulled away, a pale rose bloomed across the skin, a star burst behind. "My love," he said and kissed Blaize on the mouth.
