No Such Thing
Chapter 4
A/N: Hey guys, just wanted to throw something your way: I have two other stories published, one for Harry Potter and the Ouran High School Host Club (a funny anime that I recommend watching. Don't worry it's in English, at least some of them.). However, while I recommend OHSHC, I DO NOT recommend reading the other two stories I have written. They will not be finished, ever, especially the Harry Potter one. I might, MIGHT being the operative word, redo and finish the other one, but I still wouldn't read either of them unless you wish to be disappointed by their unfinished-ness.
Also (yeah I know this A/N goes on forever) sorry that I'm taking a while to post these chapters. Not only am I bombarded with homework (and bitchy-ass U.S History teachers) I'm busy making vids for YouTube and working on getting enough money to purchase my stepsister's going away present before she goes to Air Force boot camp (if she passes the ASVAB). So bear with me and I will have the next chapters posted as soon as possible.
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And just a heads up kiddies: the hot stuff's commin'!
Music, sharp and upbeat. Gyrating bodies were all around, grasping at other bodies, grinding, sweating, moving
together as one. The dim light….smoke in the air…..the rancor smell of alcohol. Everywhere. Overwhelming. Stifling.
Choking, nauseating. She couldn't breathe. But she had purpose; she knew exactly where she was going, who she
wanted to find-
"Rowan?" Pansy asked, her voice pulling Rowan back to reality.
Rowan's blue eyes found Pansy's black ones. Concern shone in those dark orbs.
"You okay?" Pansy asked quietly, giving Rowan's arm a little squeeze. The girls were standing
just inside The White Rabbit's entryway with Draco and Blaise, staring at the dance floor.
Unlike the room in Rowan's memory, the atmosphere was different. Different music played and
the air was free of smoke and the smell of beer.
Rowan took a deep breath to calm herself. Wasn't it what you wanted, she asked herself. Now
she wasn't so sure.
The blonde smiled at her friend and touched Pansy's arm gently. "I'm fine. Don't worry 'bout it."
Pansy gave her a bright smile, and then stuck her tongue out at her. Rowan whacked her upside
the head and rolled her eyes.
Blaise leaned into their personal space and waggled his eyebrows. "You lovely ladies want to get
on the dance floor?"
"I need a drink," Rowan muttered. She looked over at her cousin. He seemed a little paler than
usual, even more so in the dim light. He also appeared more fidgety, continuously fiddling with a
hole in his jeans pocket. Rowan frowned.
"Hey, you alright?" she asked him as Blaise led the way to the bar.
Draco nodded stiffly. "Just haven't been sleeping well."
Rowan smirked, slinging her arm around his shoulder. "Hey, that's my line."
"You're not the only one with sleeping problems, Rowan," Draco snarled, shaking his cousin's
arm off.
The blonde's eyes narrowed and the pupils dilated before the eyes turned a steely grey. "Are you
mad because I blew Snape off or something?"
Draco snorted. "Snape needs to mind his own business." He gave Rowan a sharp look. "Kind of
like you."
Pansy, sensing the tension between them, pulled Draco to the side and swiftly ordered a butter
beer for them both. Rowan was fuming, and tensed when she felt a reassuring hand on her
shoulder. She turned her head and saw Blaise standing slightly behind her with a weak smile on
his face.
"Hey, don't worry about him. He's been in a crabby mood all day. Just forget about him."
"Has he told you what's wrong?" Rowan demanded. She wondered why she felt concerned for
her brat of a cousin at that moment.
Blaise shook his head. "No. He's been kind of distant the past few days, and I've heard him
tossing and turning at night. Kind of like you over the summer when we had to share a room.
You seem to have gotten better, so hopefully his night fusses will stop soon too."
"Heh," she snorted. "They never stopped. Trust me."
Back at the castle, Harry was nervously approaching the entrance hall with Seamus by his side.
"He wanted me to come alone," Harry hissed at the Irishman.
"Don't worry, as soon as we get to the meet spot I'll split off and head to The White Rabbit by
myself. You'll have Mike all to yourself," Seamus smirked, winking. He then sighed. "And stop
messing with your shirt. I worked hard on your outfit."
"My outfit was perfectly fine the way it was," Harry sniffed.
Seamus just gave him a look. "Whatever you say, Hermione," he finally muttered.
Harry shot him a dirty look that abruptly disappeared when they rounded the corner and found
themselves in the entrance hall, parallel to Mike's group. Harry swallowed the sudden lump in
his throat.
There he was. Harry's future boyfriend.
Seamus nudged him forward just before Mike looked up, his face splitting into a grin when he
saw Harry. There was something a little different about Mike's smile this time. Harry shook his
head to clear it and walked over to the group, trying to appear casual. His insides were anything
but. His stomach twisted into knots and butterflies had come to roost in his heart.
"Hey," Mike greeted, Dirk Smith turning around to look Harry up and down.
"Hi," Harry said shyly.
"You look really nice," Mike complimented.
A blush formed on Harry's cheeks.
"Who's your friend?" Dirk interrupted.
Seamus stepped closer to the group, hands up, palms out as if he was surrendering. "I just caught
Harry in the hallway and we decided to walk together. I'm heading to The White Rabbit,"
Seamus lied lightly.
"That's where we're heading," Mike said coolly.
"Oh really?" Seamus asked. He acted as if Harry hadn't told him, grudgingly, ten minutes ago.
"Huh. What a coincidence."
"You're welcome to join us," Mike offered.
Seamus smiled but shook his head. "No, thanks. I like to fly solo when picking up hot bucks," he
said, smiling wickedly.
Dirk gave him a funny look and let a snort escape his nose.
Seamus winked at them before walking past the excitedly chattering group and out the doors
into the sunset.
Harry looked around him. In the group there were quite a few boys, and about the same number
of girls.
They were all in older years, from all sorts of Houses, except Slytherin House. That wasn't odd
considering the Slytherins kept to themselves; and it wasn't like the other Houses really wanted
them around anyway. Most Houses hated the Slytherins.
"Your friend is rather…..forthcoming," Mike said tentatively.
Harry smiled. "Yeah, Seamus is pretty out there. He's a good guy though."
"Well, shall we get going then?" Mike asked huskily.
Harry nodded eagerly, his smile turning sheepish. He followed the group outside, finding himself
walking beside Mike with Dirk a little ahead of him. The moment felt so right, although Harry
would have preferred it was just him and the Ravenclaw. But it was perfect enough, and that
was all that mattered.
Rowan sipped her butter beer, cracking her back experimentally. She felt a little stiff from
sitting on a bar stool watching everyone dance. Her eyes drifted to the entranceway, and her
eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw who walked in the door.
"Bloody hell," she breathed.
The boy looked in her direction and when he spotted her, he waved like a maniac. You would
have thought they were the best of friends. But the truth was, Rowan barely knew the boy, and
she was positive he knew even less about her.
He trotted over to her, wavy blonde hair flying. He threw himself into the bar stool next to hers
and beamed at her.
"Hello Rowan," he said pleasantly.
"Seamus," Rowan greeted cautiously. "Fancy seeing you here."
"I felt like going on the hunt," the Gryffindor said with a mischievous wink. "And you? You look
very nice by the way. Very sexy."
Rowan felt herself blushing. "You're gay right?" she blurted out. She hurriedly covered her
mouth in shock, saying, muffled, through her fingers, "Sorry."
Seamus laughed. Really laughed. He had a nice, hearty, honest laugh. It was refreshing.
"Yeah I'm gay. But that doesn't mean I don't recognize when a girl is sexy." He winked at her
again.
Rowan slowly let a smirk creep onto her lips. "Well, since I'm into guys, I can tell when they look
sexy too. And you look very nice."
He smirked back at her. "Why thank you."
Rowan burst out laughing, Seamus soon joining her. They collapsed on each other, clutching
each other as they guffawed.
When they had calmed down, Seamus straightened in his seat and, wiping a tear out of his eye,
asked, "So where's Draco and the gang? I never see you without them."
"They're out on the dance floor somewhere. And Blaise was here with me, but he went to the loo
and-,"
Rowan paused, noticing that Seamus was staring intently toward the entrance. A group had just
entered the club. Among them, unmistakable by his glasses and messy hair, was Harry Potter.
"Wow. He cleans up nice," the Slytherin girl said thoughtfully. "I didn't peg him for the type to
hang out with that group." She eyed Dirk Smith in particular, a shiver running up her spine when
she saw him scour the dance floor with his eyes. Her eyes eventually shifted to Mike Truce.
Seamus looked at her with a frown. "What do you mean?"
Harry felt excited. At least, until he saw who was sitting across the room, obviously looking at
him: Seamus and the new Slytherin girl, Rowan. She was Draco Malfoy's cousin, although to
Harry they looked nothing alike. He swallowed the lump in his throat that had suddenly
appeared due to his nervousness.
All of a sudden he felt Mike's arm around his waist. Harry tensed slightly and looked up at the
brunette and forced a smile.
"Hey, you okay?" Mike asked quietly.
"Um, yeah. It's nothing," Harry lied.
The group migrated to the dance floor, quickly clearing a path as they charged past other
dancing couples. Harry thought he saw Draco Malfoy somewhere in the crowd, but when he
whirled around, the Slytherin was nowhere to be found.
You're being paranoid, he told himself. Just because Rowan's here doesn't mean Malfoy is. She has her own
life….. Right?
Harry took a deep breath to calm himself, opting instead to focus solely on Mike, who was
trying to coax him into a simple two-step. Harry smiled a little and clumsily tried to follow
Mike's instructions.
Mike laughed heartily. "Okay, you don't have to swing your hips so much- Just go with the beat
of the music. There you go, you got it!"
Harry's face split into an honest, happy grin. Mike was pleased with him. That made him happy.
The Gryffindor began to feel an intoxicating high from the sheer confidence the group exerted.
They danced wildly with little to no regard to the people around them; they knocked into
dancers too stupid to move, and those clubbers that were smarter quickly moved away from
them. The music was starting to affect Harry too, and he soon forgot all about people seeing him
with Mike. That intoxicated him further.
The next song was fast-paced and provocative. Harry suddenly felt ill at ease, his green eyes
gazing up at Mike shyly. The look in Mike's eyes made him freeze, yet grow unreasonably warm
at the same time.
Harry stepped closer to Mike, warily avoiding the frenzied group, and reached up to place a
gentle kiss on Mike's lips. The Ravenclaw responded automatically. His kissing style was
different from what Harry had been expecting. He had thought Mike would be a gentle, yet
enthusiastic, kisser. But instead Mike was calm, cool even, and kissed Harry with a lazy drawl.
When they pulled apart Harry looked up at him sheepishly.
"Sorry," he said quickly.
Mike's brow furrowed. "What are you apologizing for? I liked it."
Harry blushed. "It's just…. Well, I guess I'm just not that experienced is all. Especially
with…guys."
Mike smiled at him and put his hands on Harry's shoulders, letting them slide down to Harry's
waist. Mike pulled him unbearably close.
Harry gasped in surprise, biting his lip as Mike began to move to the music. While the first
dance had been soft and casual, this one was hot and steamy.
If he's half as good in bed as he is with dancing…. Harry's thoughts trailed off as Mike kissed him again,
this time with tongue. Everything was going so quickly for Harry, but he enjoyed every second of
it: the feeling of Mike's tongue moving along his; Mike's hands tightly gripping his slim waist;
the heat radiating from Mike's body….. Harry enjoyed it all.
Mike wrenched his mouth away from Harry's, panting heavily. His cheeks were bright red,
Harry's own cheeks mirroring his. Mike stared intently down at Harry again, making the
younger boy uncomfortable. He shifted and looked over his shoulder.
"I'm, er, going to go to the bathroom real quick," Harry said.
"Okay," Mike said. "I'm going to go get us some drinks."
Harry weaved his way through the other dancers to the far wall where a bathroom sign hung. As
he made his way over to the bathrooms his old fears of being discovered returned. He kept his
head down and tried his best to hide his scar until he was in the clear.
Harry didn't actually have to use the restroom, but he spent a few minutes staring at his
reflection in the mirror, trying to calm himself. He knew what was going to happen tonight with
absolute certainty: he was going to lose his virginity. The way Mike had been looking at him had
said it all. Not that Harry was upset about it. He was excited, rather. He knew Mike would be
gentle and caring. He trusted the older boy.
So when he left the bathroom, he was determined to let Mike have his way with him. Harry
found the Ravenclaw waiting for him on the dance floor, two oddly shaped glasses in his hands.
Mike handed a twisted glass filled with amber liquid to Harry, smiling at Harry's perplexed
look.
"It's supposed to be pomegranate mango. I didn't know what you like, so I just got something
that sounded pretty good."
"Thank you," Harry said. He cautiously took a sip, and then another. It wasn't half bad.
The two boys had a few more gulps of their drinks before setting them aside on a nearby table,
and then Mike pulled Harry deeper onto the dance floor. Harry could tell Mike was eager just by
the way he gripped his hands.
Harry danced a few more dances before he started to feel really anxious. He had never been a
patient teenager, and these teasing grinds were starting to fray his patience. Mike seemed to
sense this for he leaned down and whispered in Harry's ear: "You want to get out of here?"
Harry nodded hesitantly, suddenly unsure of himself.
"I'm a virgin," he told Mike, blushing fiercely.
A look came into Mike's eyes, one different than before. It sent uncomfortable chills down from
Harry's head to his feet. But the look was gone in an instant, convincing Harry he had imagined
it.
Mike led Harry by the hand to the exit, not even bothering to tell all of his friends goodbye. Dirk
saw the pair hastily leaving and merely nodded at Mike, who returned the nod with a short
wave. Harry looked over his shoulder and saw that Rowan and Seamus were still talking at the
bar.
"A WHAT?" Seamus demanded.
Rowan winced slightly, feeling a headache beginning to form behind her left eye.
"A lot of upper classmen are doing a "fuck contest" to see who can bang the most people in about
one week."
"A fuck contest," Seamus said with disgust. "But what does that have to do with Harry?"
Rowan shrugged. "He came in with Dirk Smith and his gang. They're all participating in the
contest."
Seamus went red. "Is Mike Truce in the contest?"
"I'm not sure, but I think so- Seamus, what the hell?" Rowan screeched when the Irishman
jumped off his stool and went straight for the door. Rowan quickly followed him, grabbing his
arm and pulling him back just before he ran into a waiter carrying several drinks on a tray.
"Are you out of your mind?" Rowan hissed. "What the bloody hell is wrong with you?"
"Harry just left with Truce!" Seamus snarled. "Let me go!"
"What exactly do you plan to do once you leave here?" Rowan insisted. "They could be
anywhere, and you don't even know if Mike's in the fuck contest. You'd be wasting your time."
"I can't just let him go! I can guarantee you that Harry doesn't know Truce's in that sick- that
sick-,"
"You don't know he is either," Rowan told him.
Seamus stared at her resolutely. "Look, I'm going to go find Harry. You can come with me or
stay here. Your choice, but you have three seconds to let go of my arm."
Rowan was just as stubborn, but she complied to what Seamus asked: she released his arm in
favor of grabbing hold of his shirt collar and proceeded to drag the Gryffindor onto the dance
floor.
"Let go of me!" Seamus fumed.
"Oh shut up," Rowan ordered.
Dirk Smith was in front of them, dirty dancing with some slutty brunette. Rowan rolled her eyes
and spun Dirk around abruptly while she still held on to Seamus' collar.
"What the-," Dirk began angrily.
"Save it, dickwad," Rowan drawled. Dirk's eyes widened, as did Seamus'. Rowan was normally a
quiet, kind girl, but in that moment she was so commanding that she had the infamous Malfoy
bitchiness. If Seamus was straight he would have found it sexy. It was obvious Dirk did.
"What do you want Rowan?" he asked in a low rumble.
"Where's the hotel you rented?"
Dirk's eyes transferred from Seamus to Rowan, then back again. "You can't be serious," he
snorted.
Rowan, realizing what was going through the Ravenclaw's head, rolled her eyes. "No, I'm not
going to fuck him. Did you give Mike the keys to your room?"
"Who wants to know?" Dirk smiled, crossing his muscular arms over his massive chest. The girl
he had been dancing with came to stand beside him, glaring fiercely at Rowan and Seamus,
annoyed at having her "lap dance" interrupted.
"I do, obviously, you dumb shit," Rowan snarled.
"Oh yeah, Mike's taking that Potter kid," one of Dirk's friends commented casually.
Dirk frowned. "I thought he was walking him home?"
The other kid shrugged.
Rowan exhaled a sigh of relief. "Mike's walking Potter home?"
"I guess so. I thought that's what he was doing," Dirk replied, still frowning.
"Thanks Smith," Rowan smiled. She then proceeded to steer Seamus back to the bar.
Seamus blinked a few times. "So, Mike's not…he's not…."
"Nope," Rowan said, and although she refused to show it, she was still a little uncertain.
"Oh thank Merlin," Seamus exhaled. "I was afraid I was going to have to kick that guy's ass."
Rowan chuckled darkly. "I would have helped."
Getting undressed was more awkward than Harry could have originally thought. Mike hurriedly
pulled Harry's shirt over his head, not even pausing to make sure Harry was still okay. Things
were going as fast as they had been on the dance floor, but this was more personal. Harry wished
Mike would go slower, especially since he was a virgin. But other than Mike's haste, he was
gentle. He soothed Harry's fears with chaste kisses on his neck and bared shoulders. Mike
undressed himself and while doing so instructed Harry to lie down on the bed. Harry hurriedly
complied, feeling Mike's eyes watching his every move, which only served to make him more
uncomfortable. This experience was not like what he had heard and read about how confidence
just naturally came to you during sex. He felt more nervous than he could ever remember being.
Mike soon joined him on the bed, a bottle of lube in his hand.
"This is going to hurt a little," Mike warned Harry, his voice husky.
Harry nodded stiffly. Mike began to distract him by kissing him forcefully, his tongue delving
into Harry's mouth, while he put a generous amount of lube on his fingers. He put one finger
inside Harry slowly. He didn't miss Harry's hiss of pain and responded by kissing the boy
harder.
More fingers were added and Harry was just beginning to get used to the feeling when they
were suddenly removed. Harry gave a grunt of discomfort at the roughness of the gesture. He felt
something much larger being lined up at his entrance and gritted his teeth as Mike peppered
kisses down his neck.
The intrusion of Mike's length was disconcerting, and painful. Harry couldn't believe how badly
it hurt. Tears rolled freely down his cheeks, and he was surprised that Mike didn't seem to
notice. Mike had seemed so attentive…..
Mike began to thrust in and out gently, but Harry still felt searing pain. He ground his teeth
together, willing himself to endure the pain. Eventually the pain melded into a dull ache and
then pleasure. He and Mike were gasping and moaning by the time they climaxed, Harry a little
before Mike.
As Mike pulled out, Harry let a happy sigh escape him and he tried to wrap his arms around
Mike's waist. He frowned as Mike pulled away and walked to the bathroom without a glance
behind him. His attitude seemed too cold to Harry: a knot began to form in his stomach that
suddenly made him doubt whether or not he'd done the right thing by losing his virginity to
Mike. The click of the bathroom door closing was an ominous noise to Harry. He worried his
bottom lip nervously, anxiety gripping him like an iron fist.
Harry rolled onto his back and stared at the grains in the wood ceiling. He felt ridiculous, lying
in a hotel room in god-knows-where, cold and alone in an unfamiliar bed, rapidly coming down
from his orgasmic high while the boy he lost his virginity to tidied up in the bathroom. Harry
exhaled loudly, running his hands over his face.
There was the turning off of the facet and Mike soon emerged from the bathroom. He had a
towel wrapped around his waist and another one hanging around his shoulders. His chest and
face gleamed like they had been recently washed, but his hair was still dry. A dull thump was
felt in Harry's chest as his heart ran cold.
Mike gave him an inquisitive look. "Are you okay?"
Harry didn't say anything for a moment, his emotions warring within him. The look on Mike's
face was one of concern, but his eyes were cold and maybe even calculating.
Before Harry could voice these thoughts there was a knock on the door. He and Mike shared a
look before Harry blushed and hurriedly went to wait in the bathroom. After the door shut Mike
narrowed his eyes and flung open the door. He had been expecting to see a maid or servant of
some sort but was surprised to see Dirk Smith in the hallway instead. Dirk looked nervous and
annoyed.
"What are you doing here?" Mike hissed.
"Is Potter in there?" Dirk demanded.
Both boys had changed completely. Mike seemed aloof and Dirk was oddly serious. They stared
at each other until Dirk pushed past Mike into the room, craning his neck to look around.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Mike snarled.
"I just nearly got punched in the face by one seriously pissed off Seamus Finnegan and Rowan
Malfoy. They were freaking out 'cause Potter's gone missing."
"He's not missing," Mike sneered. "He's here."
Dirk turned to face Mike. A smile slowly spread across his lips. "Wow. He didn't even say
goodbye to his friends: you guys must have been in a hurry. How many does that put you at
now?"
"Ten," Mike drawled, smirking.
Inside the bathroom, Harry was straining to make out what the other occupants of the hotel
room were saying. But when he did, he wished he hadn't.
"You know, I've only gotten seven girls. How'd you manage to sleep with ten guys?"
"Girls are stingy. Guys are so…..pliable," Harry heard Mike say. Ice flooded his veins. What….
"Where's Potter?" the other voice asked.
"In the bathroom," Mike replied easily.
"Can he-can he hear us?"
Mike laughed. "What do you care? It's never stopped you from blabbing before."
Harry numbly put on a spare bathrobe that hung on a hook attached to the wall next to the
shower. Before he knew what he was doing he flung the door open and stormed into the room.
He briefly registered that the other voice was Dirk Smith, Mike's best friend. He should have
figured it would be him.
"Is that what I am? Some sort of-of," Harry yelled, but then faltered. He felt tears well up in his
eyes.
Dirk looked taken back; Mike was completely calm, until he chuckled quietly.
"Come on Harry, you're not that stupid. Even you must have heard about our contest. You knew
exactly what you were getting into."
"What contest?" Harry demanded, his voice strained with the effort to not dissolve into tears.
Dirk's face was morphing from shock into horror. "You didn't tell him?"
"You lied to me," Harry said quietly.
"Harry-," Mike began, throwing a glare at Dirk as he did so.
"Fuck you," Harry cried.
"You already did," Mike pointed out.
Harry didn't remember grabbing his clothes and dashing out the door, or getting changed in the
downstairs bathroom and tossing the bathrobe in a wastebasket with disgust; he didn't
remember punching Mike so hard in the jaw that he spat blood afterwards, or how cold the air
was as he ran back to the Hogwarts' castle.
He crawled into his bed in Gryffindor Tower, completely unaware of how he had gotten there.
Harry laid his head on his pillow numbly, his green eyes wide open and devoid of life. His body
ached from losing his virginity, but his insides were empty. Before sleep could even attempt to
overwhelm him, Harry jumped out of his bed and ran to the bathroom. The harsh white light
burned into his mind as he retched into the sink.
'Fuck you.' 'You already did'
Harry closed his eyes.