I do not own Harry Potter or Cry Wolf, nor any of the quotes, they belong to their rightful creators.
WARNING: Sex. SLASH. Which means male/male pairing. Don't like, don't read. Exhibitionism. If you haven't watched 'Cry Wolf' and you don't want any SPOILERS, then don't read this! If you haven't watched it, then do so :D. Not beta'd.
Brief: Voldemort was defeated at the end of Harry's fifth year. He then goes to Westlake Preparatory Academy on his own, thanks to Dumbledore, and became a softmore and joined the 'unofficial liars' club. Over two years later, Owen arrives.
Firstly, Harry and Tom started dating in junior year, so they've been together for about eight months. Secondly, this will be from Harry's POV, and since he is with Tom, he'll know about the whole 'prank', and it will be viewed as that throughout the story, until the end of course.
Pairing: Harry/Tom
"Shh!" Harry flapped his hands at Tom, who was about to shout in order to wake up the new guy, to be quiet.
It was morning, and lessons were soon to start. Harry, after their activities from the night before, had turned their alarm off, and instead set his phone to vibrate and left it in bed with them. It was effective in waking them up without disturbing Owen, but it did leave Tom feeling frustrated. Something that amused Harry greatly.
With a curious tilt of the head, Tom glanced over his shoulder to where Owen slept. He watched as Harry silently crept over to the bed and lean over behind the bedside drawer. Looking back over at Tom, Harry gave a wicked little smile before pulling out the plug of Owen's alarm. Tom grinned widely, holding back his laughter when he realised what his shorter partner was doing. Harry carefully sat the wire next to the boy's sleeping face before taking a step back.
"Why did you do that?" The question was barely uttered loud enough for Harry to hear.
"It's just to say welcome." Harry whispered, creeping back to Tom's side.
"Of course." Tom picked up his bag and made his way to the door, a smug Harry following in his wake.
"What?" Harry asked innocently. "It's not like he's going to miss anything, is it?"
"Evil." Tom just said.
"Nope," Harry denied, "just being friendly."
Tom snorted, gaining another bout of flapping from the green-eyed teen.
"Let's go before you wake him up." Harry threw his school bag over his shoulder and all but dragged his still grinning boyfriend along behind him. Tom may not need to get to class yet, but the science department was on the other side of the campus, and Harry had Biology first thing.
"You know, we still have enough time to-"
"No." Harry cut him off. "Not now, I have classes in twenty minutes. And I need to actually get there first."
"It won't take that long." Tom countered.
"Wasn't last night enough to keep you satisfied for a little while longer?" Harry asked. "As in, wait until I'm properly awake and not just before I have to go to my lesson?"
"Enough for now," Tom conceded. "Until later." He added with a devious smile.
-XX-
After a grueling hour of Biology, and then some independent study with several of his fellow student, Harry was extremely glad that it was lunchtime. It was so long since he last had Mrs. Weasley's cooking, but still he would always remember it the most when he ate food at his school. Looking down at the canteen food, Harry sighed. He was now destined to eat greasy and questionable dishes. At least the fruit was clean and fresh, Harry thought sourly, picking up a pear before paying and making his way to the groups' usual table, sliding into his usual seat next to Tom.
"Hey," Tom greeted Harry, kissing him soundly on the lips.
"Hello to you, too," Harry said once Tom pulled back.
"Why don't you ever let me greet you like that?" Randall pretended to look hurt.
"Because I don't want to catch a disease." Harry replied, grabbing his utensil and taking a bite of salad.
"Ouch!" Lewis laughed.
"Come on, guys," Mercedes said, "I want to hear what Regina has to say."
"And what does she have to say?" Harry glanced round the table, before turned to look on Tom's other side. "Tell us."
"Fine. Alright. You know that Roberts girl that went missing?" Regina asked, her eyes alight behind her glasses as she finally got the whole tables' attention. "Well apparently she was murdered."
Tom shuffled round, grabbing the bottom of Harry's chair and pulling it closer to his just as Owen arrived. The new boy set his tray on the rounded table and quickly pulled up a chair. Harry absently gave him a nod of greeting. Both boys listening to Regina.
"And they only just found that girl this morning because her body was dragged through the woods by a wolf."
"Yeah. Listen, the guy blew her head off then let the wildlife just go to town." Tom piped up. Harry grimaced and dropped his fork back into the bowl.
"Why does it have to be a guy?" Mercedes asked
"Please. Serial killers are always men."
"Just the ones that get caught, baby." Regina teased.
"Is there something you're not telling us, 'Gina?" Harry leaned forward to look past Tom's tall frame to see the girl.
"Maybe." She winked at Harry.
"Serial means more than one, jackass." Mercedes had a wide smile on her face, but her eyes were narrowed when she looked at Tom.
"You're not taking your SAT book to my lake house this weekend, are you?" Tom threw back.
Harry suddenly kicked Tom in the shins.
"Ouch!" Tom turned to look at Harry. "What was that for?"
Harry nodded his head over to Owen.
"Oh." Tom said in comprehension. "Right, Owen, my dad..."
"The senator." Lewis pulled a face.
"The senile drunk," Tom tugged on Harry's tie in a nervous habit, bellying his nonchalant attitude, "is sending a limo to take us all to the lake house on Friday. Nobody ever stays here on the weekends. You in?"
"Yeah, sure." Owen agreed.
"Great!" Harry poked his side. "It'll be fun."
"I'm not going to be able to make it, I got plans." Randall said.
"What? By plans you mean herpes, right?" Regina put in.
"Actually, by plans, I mean I'm going to State tomorrow to see the sweet Jenny Ryder." Randall spoke in a cocky tone.
"It's Wednesday." Lewis pointed out as Harry opened his bottle of water.
"I know. And I'm declaring my own 'Randall Gets Laid' Holiday Weekend. And I'm going to punch Miss Ryder's v card."
"Nice." Tom and Randall bumped knuckles, making Harry roll his eyes.
"Thank you." Randall crossed his arms. "Can I borrow your car?"
Harry almost choked on his drink, gaining a laugh from Regina.
"Yeah, man." Tom fished the keys out of his trouser pocket. "Yeah, just, you know, leave the keys on the tire and don't get any blood on the back seat."
"Hypocrite." Harry muttered. He caught sight of Owen's confused look and smirked. "There was this position we wanted to do in the car but it was kind of difficult because the seats wouldn't allow me to bend my legs like that and, yeah..."
Oh..." Owen coughed uncomfortably while Randall laughed.
"Cool." He said appreciatively.
"What is?" Dodger asked, finally speaking up.
"Nothing," Tom said hurriedly, his cheeks pinking a little as he remembered what Harry was referring to. He squirmed in his seat, and placed his hand on Harry's back. "He's been having a funny morning."
Harry gaped at him.
"Anyway," Randall responded. "I wouldn't dream of getting blood on the backseat. Actually, I would like this to be special, you know. Like, in the middle of the woods, up against a tree."
Harry grinned, picking back up his fork and trying to ignore where Tom's hand had wondered to. From his right, Owen scratched his neck, looking slightly mortified.
"You're a pig." Regina looked at Randall in disgust.
"You're a dyke." He shot back.
"Die a violent death."
Randall stuck his tongue out at her, wagging it while making moaning noises.
"Yeah well, if that's your technique I weep for Jenny Ryder."
"I bet you do."
"So are we going to play the game before the weekend?" Owen asked, changing the subject.
"Not sure I want to." Dodger admitted, holding her apple in her hand.
"Well, what else are we going to do around here, study?" Tom scoffed.
"I have a few ideas," Harry purred into Tom's ear.
Tom coughed.
"Something that we can all do together." Tom clarified.
"Who says I don't have ideas that-"
"Please don't finish that sentence." Regina cut in, looking green.
"Owen had a decent point last night. About us knowing each other too well." Dodger looked around the table. "It's so incestuous."
"So you just want to stop? Because of the new guy." Lewis looked at her in confusion and disbelief.
"Thank you." Randall sighed.
"Not necessarily." Dodger's voice was soft.
"Well then, what?" Regina asked.
"We'll play with the whole school. They're the sheep, and we're the wolves."
Harry's brow furrowed and he moved in closer, tightening his grip on the eating utensil when Tom's hand entered his pants.
"I don't think they'll all fit in the chapel." Mercedes broke in, distracting Harry who shook his head. How she got high grades he'll never know.
"Let me ask you a question." Dodger looked excited now. "What's the best way to play the game?"
"Lie your ass off." Randall offered.
"Defend your honor." Lewis added.
"Accuse your neighbor." Owen said.
"Exactly." Dodger looked at Owen approvingly. "Nobody knows who killed that girl. So why don't we make an accusation?"
"So what are you suggesting?" Mercedes placed her chin on top of her knuckles.
"Let's convince them the murderer is on campus. And he's just getting started."
"A prank for the whole school." Harry nodded approvingly.
"All right." Tom grinned. "But, uh, how do we do that?"
They looked at each other, and Harry frowned. How could they go about doing this? The silence continued to grow, becoming uncomfortable when no one spoke up.
"You guys have no imagination." Dodger's crystal blue eyes gazed at them all in disappointment. "It's like you're playing checkers. And I'm playing chess." She stood up and gathered her things, leaving the table in silence.
They watched her go in confusion. Then Owen got to his feet.
"Where are you going?" Randall asked.
"I have an idea." Was all Owen said as he picked up his bag and left the same way as Dodger.
"Dick." Randall groused.
"Stop whining." Harry scolded, taking another gulp of water from his bottle.
"It's true!" Randall said.
"You're just jealous because Dodger's taking an interest in him." Regina stated.
Randall turned on her and the two began to argue.
"Tom..." Harry bit on his inner cheek. "We're in the middle of the dining hall." He hissed when Tom's fingers dug into his skin.
"It'll teach you a lesson." Tom pulled his hand back, turning to his food.
"A lesson?" Harry glared at him, picking up his pear.
"For teasing me last night."
"Like you didn't enjoy it."
"I did." Tom said around a mouthful of food. "Too much. And then you just left it like that."
"I did make it up to you, but it's not my fault that you were being such an ass." Harry sank his teeth into the soft fruit viciously, effectively ending the conversation.
-XX-
Harry didn't get a chance to talk to Owen again until later that night in their dorm room, accompanied by Regina and Dodger. And when he and Tom were informed of what Owen thought up, they were reluctantly impressed.
"I can't believe you didn't ask us to join you," Harry grumbled, pressing his back against Tom's chest, watching Owen typing away.
"You were both... indisposed earlier." Regina said.
"Oh, yeah," Harry shifted his weight, feeling the dull ache at the base of his spine. "But I also had class as well."
"Going to biology, having lunch, and then having a round of sex with your boyfriend." Regina hummed. "Yeah, how could we inconvenience you like that?"
Harry blushed, sticking his tongue out at her childishly.
"So, you gonna' tell us what this 'Wolf' is like?" Tom asked.
"Well," Dodger turned to them. "He first kills a townie by using a gun. Then he hunts on campus by using a knife."
"On the night of the full moon." Owen added.
Dodger nodded. "And he's always wearing a camouflaged jacket and an orange ski mask."
"Orange?" Harry snorted. "Scary."
"It's different, new," Dodger deflected Harry's sarcasm. "The Wolf has also struck other schools as well, with the same signature killings."
"It does sound like it will work." Tom nudged Harry.
"I'm not saying it won't." Harry sniffed. "But you're making this 'Wolf' sound like a bloody werewolf so something."
Tom grinned.
"You just have a wild imagination."
Or he just knew a werewolf, Harry thought to himself with a small smile.
"We'll get this out tonight, leaving plenty of time for the rumors to spread." Dodger hummed.
"And everyone will be looking for the 'killer'." Harry and Dodger shared a pleased look.
"Lights out." The voice of the resident adviser caused them pause.
"If I get caught in the boys' dorm again..." Regina trailed off.
"Just offer yourself so that he could uh, look the other way." Harry suggested. "Ow!" Harry rubbed his shoulder. "What the bloody hell was that for?"
"I'm not gonna' sleep with him just so that I can get out of trouble!"
Tom chuckled, moving to look over Owen's shoulder.
"Really?" Harry frowned. "I would."
"What?" Tom's head snapped back round.
"Not literally!" Harry quickly backtracked. "Because I'm with you, obviously."
Tom narrowed his eyes.
"Come on, baby, I love you." Harry stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Tom, his chest against Tom's back this time. "Like I'd want anyone else."
The taller boy muttered something before he relaxed and turned back to Owen. Harry caught Dodger's eye, and he rolled his own. She smiled at his behaviour.
"Dude, don't you want to use an anonymous account?" Tom asked.
"Why? I'm just forwarding it along." Owen said.
"With sensitivity and respect." Dodger added lightly.
"Owen, Harry, Tom, I said lights out!" The resident adviser said, this time his voice came from just the other side of the door.
"Shit!" Harry jumped back and away from Tom.
Dodger darted away from them and joined Regina who was standing against the wall. The door opened seconds later, shielding the girls from view and revealing the older man.
"Hey, did you guys hear what I said? Go to bed."
Owen quickly clicked on the send button, the computer giving out a beep, before he quickly closed it.
"We're going right now." Harry made a show of taking off his glasses and rubbing at his eyes in a motion of tiredness.
The man stared at Harry for a moment in exasperation then slammed the door. The five waited for a few seconds, and when they heard nothing outside, the girls giggled quietly and Harry sagged against the wall.
"Do you think anyone will believe it?" Owen asked.
"We'll just have to wait and see." Dodger said while Regina dared to poke her head out of the room.
"The coast is clear." She told them. "We better go."
"Yeah, all right," Harry stretched. "We'll see you tomorrow, then."
"That is, if you don't get gutted by the Wolf first." Tom said.
"I'm sure the Wolf will be more scared of them," Harry joked.
"Oh, I hope the Wolf guts you in the middle of the night," Regina hissed.
"I hope he does," Harry purred, causing Regina to wrinkle her nose.
"You're sick."
"I'm just keeping myself down on your level."
"Guys," Dodger warned. "Come on, Regina, we better leave now."
"See you girls in the morning." Tom winked.
"We hope." Hary added.
"Jerks." Regina muttered, following Dodger out the room.
Third up. And I'm off to do the fourth one. Although continuously watching 'Cry Wolf' to get what the characters are saying is just a little annoying... *whimpers softly*. Hope you enjoyed it.