A/N: Here's the deal guys, I love your reviews more than anything, they truly keep me going but what I don't appreciate is being told to hurry up and being called lazy. This is not meant to sound rude or whatever considering it's only been one person so far and that was for my other story, but I DON'T appreciate it. I have my own life in which I work my ass off to live and when I'm not working, I also have a social life. I am especially pissed at being called lazy considering over the last week I have been sick and that being the reason I haven't updated. I update when I can and if you can't deal with that, then read someone else's story. When I got better, I was going to start updating every couple of days with both stories and while I'm not going to let one idiot discourage me from doing that, I won't take any crap. I will take my stories elsewhere and I will let only certain people read them if I have to. If you review saying update soon, that's cool but to actually say hurry up or you're lazy is not. Mind you, it is kind of sad that I get a minimum amount of reviews compared to how many people put my story on alert or favourites. Don't get me wrong, I love that people are putting my stories on their alert or favourites list, but reviews just make me smile so much!

Though I have decided I will update once, or maybe twice depending on how busy I am, a week with long chapters.

Now my rant is over, the story for your liking.

BTW: Sex scene ahead! My first one, so don't kill me if it sounds bad. Lmao.


Chapter Four: The Train Ride

Moving gingerly down the train, Harry politely walked around and between the flocks of students blocking the passageway. It seemed so far the day had been unsuccessful. A total count of six boys had been knocked unconscious due to Harry's kiss and each one had been a failure. Their kisses ranged from tasting like goobie flavoured Bertie Botts to foul tasting toothpaste. It made the Mathayan cringe just thinking about it. All the others didn't even get a glance from the beautiful yet dangerous male, though that didn't stop them from approaching. None ever made the first move, they always waited for Harry and it had intrigued the Gryffindor. Is that how it was supposed to be? Was Harry always supposed to make the first move in deciding who to kiss? There were so many things he wanted to ask Hermione, though the Boy Who Lived knew that sooner or later he would have to read the book himself.

Sighing, Harry stopped behind three males blocking the path and tapped them on the shoulder impatiently.

"You're blocking my way" Harry hissed, crossing his arms in fury as all three turned slowly. Watching them carefully, the Mathayan knew exactly who they were. All three of the tall and well defined males were Ravenclaws, friends of Terry Boot, he realized. Harry liked Terry, he was a nice boy but the Gryffindor never really had been a fan of the people Terry hung with. 'The main one is Alexander Hikethyien,' Harry thought as he watched the big male move forward a little 'and he's a bloody asshole.' Alexander's expression was a very familiar one to Harry by now and he couldn't help but heave a sigh at the sight of it. When the males became dazed due to the Mathayan's aroma, he found they could not speak at all. It was like all their senses had been turned off and it was quite obvious they could not think for themselves.

"Move Hikethyien," Harry snarled with a louder yet clearer voice. His face expressed the anger he felt yet Harry knew he could never kill due to it and for that he was thankful. Even now he couldn't control his anger and he could just imagine how he would have reacted if Hermione and the others didn't give him the potion to control both his anger and poisonous kiss. He would surely have more deaths on his mind and that was something he could only dread thinking about. Harry watched as the other male swayed a little but none the less he didn't move at all, causing the Mathayan's anger to boil even more. Grabbing the male on the shoulder, he shoved the bigger man with all the force he had. What Harry didn't expect was for the other male to fly a large amount of distance back and land on the floor with a thump and a groan. Startled, Harry moved quickly to the Ravenclaw, his emotions mixed with worry and guilt, though the ever looming anger still existent. Moving to his knees, Harry leaned down to look at the Alexander who lay sprawled on the ground in awkward position.

"Hikethyien, are you okay?" Nothing left the other teenager's mouth giving Harry no choice but to lean down so his ear was near the other's mouth. Eying the people around him, Harry realized there were only the other two males who were still quite dazed but coming back to their senses now Harry was at a distance.

Cursing slightly, Harry used all his strength to pull the other male in a sitting position against the wall of the train. Patting his cheek softly, the Mathayan gave another glance around.

"Well Potter, I'm most impressed" With an inhumanly amount of speed, the black haired male's eyes flew to the sound of the voice, taking in the smug appearance of a certain Slytherin walking down the carriage. "I never knew you had it in you" Hissing at the blond, Harry stood.

"I don't know what you are talking about, Malfoy." The Mathayan commented, his face vacant of any emotions. He really hoped Malfoy didn't see what he actually did. Quite curiously, Harry watched as Malfoy stopped near the other two males, who were now looking around in confusion, not taking one more step closer. "Scared?" Harry smirked and advanced one step, causing the blond to take his own step back.

Blaise Zabini was right behind his friend, stopping with a halt behind Draco and taking in the appearance of Potter carefully. When he had seen the Gryffindor before, the black male had been quite shocked at what he saw. Men were all over The Boy Who Lived and quite clearly, Blaise could see why. Potter had changed dramatically and it certainly wasn't for the worse.

"Zabini." Harry nodded at the other Slytherin, before eying both the boys carefully. "Why are you here?" Pursing his lips, Harry crossed his arms in an almost irritated stance and raised an eyebrow. He watched in amusement as Malfoy clicked his tongue and pushed the two still confused Ravenclaws out of his way and take a step forward.

"I heard all about your little performance with the males, I just had to come and see myself. Quite curiously, I caught you pushing a male twice your size on the ground as though he was a rag doll," Malfoy elucidated, his own smirk finding it's way on to his unnaturally pale face. Sneering slightly, Harry took hasty steps forward, catching both males in his aroma quickly.

"Smart ass, aren't you?" The Gryffindor questioned, more to himself than anyone considering Malfoy and Zabini were quite dazed by now. "Let's see how smart you are when you are completely helpless." Moving almost gracefully closer to Malfoy, he leaned forward to whisper in the blond's ear. "I will have to tell you all about this Malfoy. Draco Malfoy, helpless. How amusing it would be to tease you in front of your followers." Harry's face now hovered in front of Malfoy's, their lips inches apart "I could kiss you and see you faint, Malfoy, and everyone will know you wanted Harry Potter as your own," he paused "though I don't think I could stand to kiss you."

Walking backwards, Harry's smirk played on his lips before he turned and continued down the train to find his friends.


"So what do we know about Mathayans?" Ron questioned Hermione suddenly before throwing a Bertie Bott into his mouth. Cringing, the red head spat it out again. Obviously it had not been a very nice flavor. Hermione tutted slightly and looked up from the book she had her eyes trained on.

"Not much. Just the basics. Mathayans are very quiet creatures, they like keeping to themselves. But the author, Gerard Harper, gives us the simple information we need to know, Harry has to find out the rest on his own"

"So what do we know?" Four heads turned to look at the compartment door where Harry stood with his arms crossed. Moving inside, the black haired boy squished himself between Ron and Neville.

"Harry, I can't tell you everything, you have to read this book yourself" Hermione snapped, her eyes narrowing slightly at her friend. Harry couldn't help but notice her eyes linger on Ron then himself. As though she was an open book, the green eyed boy read her instantly. She was jealous. Though he had already tested Ron, he still couldn't help the anger that flooded in him while peering at the female. Looking at his male friend, Harry frowned, he was acting completely normal.

"Hey! Why aren't you dazed?" The thinner male inquired, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses.

"Harry!" Turning to look at Hermione, Harry raised an eyebrow in question, "After a male has been induced with your aroma, they do not become paralyzed from it again. Which is why you have to take every chance you can in kissing males. You could miss a worthy father! If you read the book, you would know that." Rolling his eyes, the Mathayan put his hand in Ron's Bertie Botts box and pulled out a lolly, popping it into his mouth.

"Well, that's a good thing." He commented, an innocent grin planting itself on his plump lips.

"No, it is not! If you don't find a worthy father soon, you'll go crazy. You'll do stupid things and the potion we brewed for you won't work because you'll go into a rage. A rage that is so powerful, that you could so much as kill everyone in Hogwarts with a burst of magic." Hermione threw the book into Harry's lap roughly. "Go find an empty compartment and read it, Harry! Please!"

Sighing, the Mathayan stood almost dejectedly. Peering down at the book, he pursed his lips and made his way out of the compartment.


Opening the book slightly while walking, Harry looked down at the first page.

Mathayans: The truth about their poisonous kiss

Laughing, he snapped it close. Maybe the whole thing wasn't supposed to be funny, but Harry could help but find it amusing. This could only happen to him. What luck he had. The Gryffindor wasn't really paying attention to where he was going, though before he could react, he was pulled into an empty compartment.

Turning swiftly, Harry glared at the male who dared to touch him without his consent. Draco Malfoy stared smugly at him.

"Malfoy! What do you want?" The Mathayan questioned heatedly, his green eyes narrowing at the sight of the blond.

"You owe me a kiss." The Slytherin spoke as though he was saying something he said every day and it had certainly astounded the Gryffindor.

"What?" Harry stuttered in a stunned voice. He wasn't quite sure if he had heard the blond correctly.

"Scared Potter?" It was an obvious challenge and Harry hated being challenged, especially from Malfoy.

"You wish!" Harry commented indignantly, crossing his arms as he leveled his stare with the blond's.

"Then prove it." The Slytherin took a step forward, "kiss me." If Harry was to tell the truth, it would be that he didn't really want to kiss Malfoy, especially with the male quite conscious of what they were doing. But Harry Potter never backed out of a challenge. Huffing, the Gryffindor smashed his mouth against the Slytherin's plush lips.

Harry had expected the kiss to be just like all the other male's kisses. A horrible tasting pash that lasted far too long. However it was very different. Malfoy tasted like strawberries of the best kind and he could just imagine kissing the blond for a very long time. Harry didn't even think about how long it was taking for the poison to reach Malfoy's mouth; instead, his mind was concentrating on deepening his connection with the Slytherin. It didn't take long before Draco's tongue evaded his mouth, a battle of dominance taking place. It was heaven.

Pulling away abruptly, Harry's eyes widened. "What does this mean?" He questioned himself more than anyone else, but Malfoy answered anyway.
"It means I'm a worthy father. You are going to have my children." Moving forward to smash his mouth back on the blond's, Harry pushed the Slytherin back roughly so he landed on the train seat. Lifting his flexible body up on Draco's lap, the Mathayan didn't break the kiss once. Almost self consciously, Harry rubbed his cloth clad ass against Draco's growing erection and moaned into his nemesis's mouth.

"Too many clothes." Harry muttered after pulling away from Draco. Moving off the lap, Harry made haste in pulling off all of the material that divided him and Draco while the blond quickly followed suit. Harry knew he couldn't take the first time slow, he wanted, no, he needed to be filled up by Draco now. Once all cloth was removed Harry leapt back on Draco's lap. Reaching around, the Gryffindor grabbed a hold of the blond's cock, earning a groan of satisfaction. Giving it one stroke, he watched in fascination as the blond's head fell back and his mouth opened, a moan at the edge of his throat.

Smirking slightly, Harry released his hold on the erectiong and moved to grab his own ass cheeks, clenching Draco's cock between them and moving them almost erotically around the erection of the soon to be father of his children. Draco grabbed at Harry's forearms tightly and leaned up to kiss and bite the neck of his lover, ignoring the sign that was carved into the skin.

"Fuck, Harry. Just ride me already. Forget the foreplay." Smirking at the blond's reaction, Harry let go of his ass. Bringing two digits to his mouth, the Mathayan sucked on his own fingers until they were completely covered in saliva. The Slytherin watched in desperate need, the smug person he was, was no longer visible.

Reaching around again, Harry spread his legs a little and slowly inserted one finger in his exposed hole. Groaning in pain, the Mathayan shut his eyes tightly. He was, as expected, a virgin and if just one finger was giving him pain, Harry could just imagine what Draco's cock could do.

"You have to find the prostate." The Slytherin muttered in desire, his eyes transfixed on the image of Harry fingering himself.

"How?" Harry asked in a pained voice.

"All you can do is search. You'll know when you have found it." Sighing, Harry inserted another finger into his tight hole. Maybe with two digits, he had a better chance of finding it. Find it, he did. Harry groaned loudly at the sensation and bucked slightly as his fingers brushed it again.

"Need you," Harry groaned as he pulled out his fingers.

"My dick is not prepared." Draco moaned slightly as he grabbed Harry's ass cheeks.

"I'm a Mathayan. I'm sure I will get used to it." Grabbing a hold of Draco's erection again, Harry lined it up at his asshole. Pushing down almost roughly, Harry cried out in pain. Maybe he went too fast.

"Slow it down, Harry, you'll hurt yourself." Draco commented the best he could, though the desire was still quite evident in his voice. Harry shook his head and started to bob up and down on the cock. The movements were slow to begin with, Harry was still getting used to having a cock in his ass, but they started to become quicker and more desperate.

Grabbing onto Draco's shoulders tightly, Harry moaned as he moved down to kiss the blond in desire. Their movements were synchronized as they continued to fuck, each enjoying the feelings that the actions were setting upon themselves. It was like a dream come true for Harry and just feeling Malfoy, no, Draco inside of him felt so right. Throwing his head back in ecstasy, he moaned as Draco bit down on his neck again. Before they knew it, both of them were coming. Harry's dick jerked, and white substance flew out between them while Draco's filled Harry on the inside.

Exhausted, Harry lay his head on Draco's shoulder and sighed. Smiling, the Slytherin wrapped his arms around the Mathayan and kissed the Gryffindor's shoulder lovingly.

"I guess baby one is on it's way"