Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter it belongs to J.K. Rowling and I do not profit off this story.
Warnings: SLASH M/M (don't like don't read), Post DH, and slight AU.
AN: Sorry for any grammar/spelling errors etc. This does not currently have a beta. Thanks for reading and the reviews.
Polyjuice Jinx
Chapter Four: Life Isn't a Cup of Tea
"So how did it go?"Hermione asked eagerly, setting a plate of breakfast in front of Harry and Teddy. "Hermione, please we just sat down and I sent you an owl last night like I promised." Harry said tiredly. Hermione sat across from the two, setting a plate in front of her and Ron. "All it said was, We're alive. We're tired and going to bed ". Ron hid his laughter by taking a sip of his coffee. "It's not funny, Ronald." She scolded. "It is a bit." He replied, shoveling a fork full of eggs into his mouth. "Mione I know you were worried, but the last thing I needed was your owl pecking at my window this morning just so we could gossip about the Malfoys." Harry said while cutting up Teddy's food into small bites.
"We're not gossiping." She stated assuredly while giving Ron a pointed look about his table manners. "I just want to know the details."
"Juice, pwease!" Teddy squealed while shaking his cup in front of Harry. He poured Teddy some more juice, ruffling the boy's current red hair. "We just had dinner." Harry repeated. "Narcissa was very accommodating and overall it was a pleasurable visit."
"Narcissa?" Ron asked through a mouth full of food. "Since when do you call her by her first name?"
"Dun talk with yer mouf full Unca Ron!" Teddy scolded, his hair turning black like Harry's.
"Yeah Uncle Ron." Harry said, trying to hide a smile and look serious. "She and Lucius requested I call them by their first names." Hermione's eyebrows shot up. "First name bases, I'm impressed."
"Gross, does that mean you have to call that twitchy ferret by his first name now?"
Harry gave a light scoff. "No, Malfoy seemed pretty adamant on not becoming friends. Thank Merlin." Harry couldn't help but wonder about that night at The Leaky Cauldron and was having trouble separating dreams from reality. Ron had kissed him that was a fact, but after going down to the bar things got a bit hazy. It just didn't make sense, why would Malfoy be drinking at The Leaky Cauldron? It was just too convenient and then there was the whole snogging matter.
The man had looked like Malfoy, talked like Malfoy, and hell smelled like Malfoy. Which Harry had learned of during his sixth year obsession with the blonde. Harry was dying to tell someone about it, but who was there to tell? Ron would freak out and then he'd have to bring up the kissing incident with the redhead. Hermione, who would have the most logical opinion would hound him for details and have never ending questions. Just than an idea flashed into Harry's head, there was one redhead he could talk to and was crafty enough to discover the truth.
"Hermione, do you think you could watch Teddy for a few hours? I was hoping to pop into the shop and see how George is doing." Hermione gave a teasing sigh. "Go on then."
...
Blaise had let slip about the Potter incident to Pansy, who was now dragging the blonde through said boy's living room. She carelessly flung open the door and made herself comfortable on Blaise's bed. Draco opted to sit on the edge, knowing Blaise would be pissed they had entered his room without his permission…again. Draco could really care less though as Blaise had blabbed about Potter kissing him in Knockturn Alley. How Pansy always managed to get information out of people was a wonder to him. Blaise abruptly appeared before them, slamming the door shut behind him.
"Get your shoes off my bed you bitch." He growled while pointing at Pansy. "It is bad enough you two come up here like you own the place and mess up my room, but at least have the decency to remove your filthy shoes from the place I sleep."
Pansy and Draco complied, unfazed to Blaise's angry outburst. "Now that we are all here." Pansy said in a sing song tone. "Let's hear about Potter and dinner at your house last night." She squealed. Draco tossed a pillow at the girl. "Nothing happened, he brought his godson with him and unfortunately mother adores them."
"Godson? Not that stupid tomboy Ginger?" She asked with her head propped up onto her hands. "Potter said he broke it off. Not that I blame him. I don't know what he saw in her." Pansy gave a bark of laughter at that statement. "Please who are you trying to fool, Draco? Even Blaise will admit he finds Ginny Weasley to be fit."
"Don't drag me into this."
"You should have thought of that before you opened your big mouth!" Draco seethed.
"And you should just admit you are infatuated with Potter. For Merlin's sakes you've had your eye on him since first year."
"Only because he rejected my friendship!" Draco retorted throwing Blaise a scowl. "And when he did I made sure to make his life a living hell."
"Exactly, you bullied him which is often how boys show their affection." Pansy giggled. Blaise rolled his eyes. "That's not always the case, he may just be attracted to Potter's looks or maybe you have a glasses fetish?" Blaise reasoned. "I'll admit he's well built from all that Quidditch training."
Pansy transfigured a ring from Blaise's nightstand into an identical pair of glasses that Harry wore. Shoving them onto her face she turned her gaze to Draco, her eyes peeking over the large frames. "Wanna snog?"
Draco face contorted with horror so Pansy slid them onto Blaise. "How about him, wanna give him a kiss?" Draco threw pillows at both of them with all of his might. "You guys are dicks." He muttered, doing his best to hide the blush creeping up upon his features. "So it's not a glasses fetish per say, more like a Potter fetish." Blaise teased, not taking off the glasses.
"Really Draco, you could at least be civil towards him. How do you even know what he is like if you refuse to give him a chance?" Pansy asked, waiting for Draco to come up with a good answer.
"You know she's right." Blaise said. "You can only deny your feelings for so long."
Draco grabbed a pillow and used it to muffle an aggravated moan. "Come on Draco," Pansy said softly. "Just ask him to lunch or something, it doesn't have to be a date. At least this way you can say you tried."
"Fine." He growled into the pillow that was smothering his face.
...
Harry walked through the door of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes a sense of excitement and nostalgia flooding him the instant he walked in. He took his time to browse the shop, thrilled to see what new items George had cooked up.
"Come to see me, handsome?" A voice called down from above. Harry's face cracked into a smile. "Hello, George." The redhead came down the stairs and stood before Harry while rocking on the balls of his feet. "No flowers?" He asked in a hurtful tone. Harry did his best not to burst out laughing. "Sorry, love."
George pulled Harry into a hug, making sure to give his little brother a hardy slap on the back. "What brings the Harry Potter to our humble shop?" George asked while pulling Harry up the stairs. Harry's heart sank. He was a not so secret backer of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, but after The Battle of Hogwarts, George had never been the same. He often wore a Glamour for his right ear and at times seemed to have lapses in his memory. Harry remembered on morning when George had spent the night, the redhead had padded into the kitchen asking Harry if he had seen Fred. There were also the times when George would wait for Fred to finish his sentences, but they were only met by silence.
George guided Harry inside his apartment that was just above the shop, gesturing for him to take a seat as he fixed the two of them a cup of tea. Harry took the chance to give the place a once over, his chest aching as he noticed there were no photographs or mirrors anywhere in sight. When George came back, Harry noticed how ragged the redhead looked, dark circles under his eyes and unkempt stubble.
"George." Harry called softly, covering the redhead's hand with his own. George gave Harry's hand a light squeeze, setting the cups of tea in front of them as they sat together on the sofa. "So is ickle Ronnie still in denial?" He stated bluntly as he took a sip from his cup.
"Don't try to avoid the subject." Harry replied, looking straight at George. "Please, George just look at yourself." He pleaded, not breaking eye contact with the redhead.
"You're the one avoiding the subject."
"George you-"
"No!" He interrupted as he threw his cup against the wall with all his strength, not even noticing Harry jump as the cup loudly shattered. "I don't want to hear it. Do you think no one has told me? They all think I've gone mad. Hell, Charlie was in and was asking if I wanted to go to St. Mungo's. Please, Harry I can't have you turning on me too." He whispered brokenly, eyes shining with unshed tears.
Harry sighed and gave George a sad smile. "Ron isn't the only reason I came here today." He said quietly, choosing to play along with George's wishes for awhile. "We went out drinking, but Ron wasn't listening to me and just kept on till the point where he could barely walk." George grunted, a small smile splayed on his lips. "Figures." He commented, expecting stupid when it came to a drunken Ron.
"So I took him to The Leaky Cauldron because otherwise he'd have hurt himself trying to get home to Mione and…"
"And?" George asked, not able to ignore Harry's nervous fidgeting. "Merlin, you slept with him?"
"NO!" Harry answered his eyes wide in surprise. "No we just kissed a bit, but listen that's not what this is about." George gave Harry a confused look. "Then what is this about? Besides my little brother being a twat who's messing with your heart."
"Draco Malfoy was down at the bar, which is where I went to clear my mind. I can't explain it, but next thing I know we're up in the room and Malfoy had me pinned to a chair trying to shag me while Ron's passed out on the bed."
"And they think I need to go to St. Mungo's." George said while pressing his hand against Harry's forehead. Harry swatted the redhead's hand away. "I'm not delirious! Look, I just need you to give me something that can make Malfoy talk. Preferable something I can sneak into a drink or a type of candy."
George smiled wickedly at Harry. "You've come to the right person then." The redhead sprang up from his seat and dashed towards the kitchen where Harry could hear him rummaging through cabinets and drawers. George gave a triumphant cry, waltzing back into the living room with something hidden behind his back.
"May I proudly present," George produced a small canister that resembled any ordinary canister one would find in a kitchen. "Fideli-tea!" Harry eyed the canister curiously. "Fidelity?"
George's lower lip stuck out in a dramatic pout. "No. Fideli-tea. It's not as funny without the pun."
"So what does this Fideli-tea do?" Harry asked, already feeling wary of George's creation. The redhead summoned the kettle and vanished the contents of Harry's cup. Popping open the canister, Harry was able to see it was filled with about ten tea bags. George placed one into Harry's cup that he had filled with hot water, the mischievous grin never leaving his face.
The two gave the tea a few minutes to steep, before Harry took a cautious sip. He felt a sudden warmth come over him and all the tension in his body left him. Leaning back against the sofa, Harry began to drink his cup quickly not caring that he had slightly burned his tongue.
"Fideli-tea works a lot like Veritaserum and a love potion." George explained, taking note of Harry's relaxed state. "It will have the drinker confessing their feelings for anyone they love or care deeply about."
"George, I love you you're the best older brother ever." Harry smiled lazily as he pulled George into a hug. George patted his back. "I know." He replied, pulling the raven haired boy from the sofa to his feet. "Now you just take this home with you and tell me how it goes, yeah?"
"Anything for you." Harry replied dreamily. The two stood before the staircase that led down to the shop and George's face lit up as a wicked thought entered his mind. "Harry, don't forget my kiss goodbye."
"Of course!" Harry leaned in, aiming for George's cheek, but the redhead shifted so their lips met briefly. George did his best not to laugh, this was just too good not to exploit.
"What the bloody hell is going on?" Ron exclaimed loudly, his face a mixture of rage and disbelief. He strode towards George, his footsteps shaking the floor beneath. Ron noticed the whimsical look on Harry's face as he tore him away from his older brother and immediately felt his anger growing.
"How many times have I told you not to test out your products on us?" He howled, pushing Harry behind him while shoving his finger into George's chest. "What if something fucking dangerous happened? What the bleeding hell would happen to Teddy? You're such a prick you don't ever think about the conse-" Ron froze, his body tensing as he felt a pair of arms encircle his waist.
George tried to stifle a giggle as he saw Harry nuzzle his face into Ron's back. Ron shot his brother a glare as he lightly detangled himself from his best friend. He put an arms distance between them before throwing his brother another weary glare. "What the hell did you give him?"
"Fideli-tea."
"What?"
Before George could explain, Harry had wrapped his arms around Ron again, however this time he was pressing feather light kisses along the nape of Ron's neck which caused the red head to gasp. George waggled his eyebrows at Ron, still doing his best not to laugh at the situation.
"Fideli-tea." George repeated. "Makes the drinker extra affectionate to the ones they love." He winked. Ron groaned, only George would cook up something so troublesome. "When will it wear off?" Ron asked, pulling Harry off him again. George grabbed the black haired boy's arm and smiled. "An hour or so. Why is ickle Ronnie jealous that his secret crush kissed me?"
"Fuck off you git." Ron growled, ripping Harry away from George. Harry squeaked as Ron roughly pulled him towards the hearth. "Ron, I love George in a different way you don't have to be jealous."
"Quiet!" Harry winced as Ron roughly grabbed his arm and before he could protest he felt his stomach lurch and the two Disapparated.
Harry felt nauseas as they landed in his living room, his arm limp in Ron's grasp. "Why are you being so mean?" He asked quietly. Ron glanced at Harry as he loosened his grip on the other's arm. "Sorry."
"Are you jealous?" Harry asked with eyes wide and innocent. "You know how I love you." Ron's heart leaped as Harry inched closer. "What about Teddy?"
"I don't like Teddy like this. I don't like anyone as much as this." Harry replied breathlessly as he softly pushed his lips onto Ron's. Harry moaned lightly as he felt Ron kissing back. This is what he always wanted, yet it felt wrong at the same time. The two didn't hear the Floo roar to life or notice a certain blonde step out of the hearth.
Draco's face contorted to one of disgust as he saw Ron and Harry kissing. "Slag." He sneered, catching their attention. Ron pushed Harry away quickly, confused as to why Draco Malfoy would be visiting Harry. "Wait!" Harry cried as Draco picked up a fistful of powder, but Draco was already in the hearth and called out just before he disappeared.
"Don't you ever talk to me again you filthy half blood slut."