"Hey, that's not the face of a guy who's dating one of the most awesome people he's ever met." Ron smiled, poking Draco's cheek with his spoon.

"Summer's over. I sent Harry off to school today."

Ron leaned forward in his chair, stirring his coffee thoughtfully. "I thought you were over the whole 'after-Harry's-gone' depression."

"I am." Draco whispered, running his fingers though his hair. Images, the same ones that had been flashing though his mind since that night in Harry's bedroom, shot through his head again. Him and Harry, kissing, Harry touching him, stroking him, it had all been so intense. 'With my son.' He reminded himself with disgust. "My son, my seed, my blood.'

Ron scooped a heap of chocolate off the bottom of his cup, licking it off with childish delight from his spoon. He took a moment to savor it, and then returned to his previous task of being a good best friend. "Well, you look so serious and sad. It's adorable, but slightly disturbing. Tell me what's wrong."

"Are you a sadist Ron?" Draco teased, managing a small smile. "You get turned on from seeing people in pain?"

Ron licked his spoon seductively, moving closer to Draco. A few years ago he would've been offended at Draco's questioning of his sexuality, angry even, but their friendship had really taken off after Harry's death and Draco was glad for it. They were much more comfortable with each other now. 'Harry would've wanted it that way.'

"Oooh, you're obviously depressed face is making me hard already." Ron whispered in an exaggeratedly husky voice. Draco smiled and rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his coffee. Ron's sense of humor had taken a while to get used to.

His face fell again as he thought of his problem. Why couldn't he stop thinking about what had happened between him and Harry? It hadn't been that big of a deal. An intoxicated boy and a lusty man. It was natural. Why couldn't he get over it?

Ron noticed the change and put his spoon down, reaching over the table and running the pad of his thumb over Draco's cheek. "Babe com'n, you don't usually hide things from me." He said, his playful blue eyes growing serious, something he usually didn't let happen. Draco saw worry shimmering in his eyes and he gave a watery smile.

"You wouldn't…I'll tell you soon alright? Right now I just need to marinate." He murmured, feeling touched by Ron's sudden outburst of sentimentality.

Ron pulled back, picking up a straw and beginning to slurp his coffee down his throat at an alarming rate. Draco smiled, wishing his life were as carefree as Ron's. Straight, married, gorgeous, kids. Normal. Ron glanced at his watch. "Ohh, time's up. Gotta get back to work." He said getting up.

Draco pouted cutely. "Can't you stay 5 more minutes?" he pleaded.

"Aww." Ron said sincerely at the look on his face. "Sorry babe, not all of us are big-shot doctors that only go to work twice a week." He grinned, kissing Draco's cheek. "Ciao!"

Draco sat back in his chair, feeling put out.

Harry crossed his legs red-Indian style as he lay on the common room floor, flipping through the pages of his newest book. Every time Draco sent him off to school, he'd give him a new book to read. This one happened to be a novel about a boy opening up about his sexuality to the world. Harry was flushed as he read, wondering if his father had known how explicit some scenes were, particularly the beginning where the boy was kidnapped at the age of ten and began to have sexual relations with his abductor to keep his happy, who exceeded him by 11 years. And that was just in the prologue.

The first chapter started when the boy was 14, thinking himself perfectly heterosexual until he starts having feelings for his best friend. He blames it on what happened to him in his past but can't fight the feeling.

Harry's cheeks reddened even further as he red.

'James walked alongside his best friend, gazing at him with an air of total adoration. He hadn't realized he was staring until he bounced into his more well-built counterparts chest. "Oh, sorry Andrew." He whispered, blushing. Andrew turned to him and smiled. "Being hit by someone as tiny and adorable as you does not affect negatively in any way." He said in his naturally husky voice.

James' breath caught as Andrew pulled him close by the waist. "I know about your past." He whispered. "And I still care for you no matter what you did."

"I'm not pure any more." James whispered. "You don't want something stained over something clean and…good."

He looked down, but Andrew's tender touch to his face caused him to elevate again. Andrew's hand slid along his stomach and then into his pants and he shivered, knowning exactly where this was going. Andrew was 18 and he was just 14, but he didn't care as he let out a husky moan when Andrew touched him again. 'Apparently I'm attracted to older men.' He thought. 'I'm a slut. Something's wrong with me.'

Andrew was smiling and hovering over him. "So cute." He whispered. James smiled and dipped his head down to…'

Harry blushed and snapped the book shut, not wanting to continue. It definitely was not something safe to read outside of his bed, especially not for a teenage boy with raging hormones and a relatively innocent mind. 'My father knew what he was doing though. This guy sounds just like me.' He thought sadly.

Phelias walked into the common room, swooping Harry up into his arms. Ever since they had come out about themselves, there had been mixed reactions. The wizarding world was a strange place, and Harry felt strange to know that his father had been the cause of some of its controversy.

Gay wizards seemed to be much more widely accepted than gay muggles, and since Harry Potter, the boy who lived, and the first boy to have a child, had been gay it was even more accepted now, plus, they had successfully duplicated the potion he and Draco had been messing around with the night Harry got pregnant, and now it was an option for men to be able to have children too. If anything, he was even more famous for it.

But Harry still felt shunned by some people, cooed over by the girls, looked at with surprise but eventual acceptance from his friends, and scorned at by his enemies, however few.

He lay his head against his boyfriends chest, purring contently. "I missed you." Phelias whispered. "Sorry, I had to go do some research for Professor Blites class."

He kissed Harry's lips and Harry kissed back gently, feeling his body getting slightly hot. 'I shouldn't have read the prologue of that book.' He thought. It had been too vivid.

"Feisty are we today?" Phelias smiled gleefully. Usually Phelias was shy and reserved when it came to P.D.A or even just kissing. He didn't seem to have a sex drive at all. Phelias nodded, kissing Phelias again, his heart rate rising. He wanted to feel him more, be closer to him. "Let's go upstairs." He whispered, trying to keep his voice at a normal tone. But he felt excited as to what could happen.

Phelias' eyes widened, but he obliged, taking Harry to the boys dorm room. He was glad no one had been around to woot at them in the common room. He locked the dorr behind himself. Harry pushed him unto his bed, crawling on top of him. 'What's happening to me?' he thought. 'It's like I'm getting testosterone for breakfast.'

He kissed Phelias again, not at all innocently, sliding his tongue into the other boy's mouth. Phelias seemed bewildered but happy as he kissed back, running his hand up the curves against Harry's side. He was emitting deep erotic moans that only made Harry want him more.

He felt his hand slid down and cup Phelias. Phelias' eyes shot open and widened. "Wait up! Hold the phone!" he panted. "Harry, not that I don't find you devastatingly sexy and all, but what the hell are you doing. Where are you going with this?"

"Wherever you want." Harry said, his mind clouded with lust. Why had Phelias stopped thrusting his hips upwards? It had felt good, the grinding feeling of the bulge in his jeans against him. Harry pouted, wanting more.

"Com'n Phelias." He twitched with impatience. "Com'n, com'n, com'n."

Phelias stroked his thumb across his boyfriend's delicate arms. "Baby, I went through this stage too, and I made a massive mistake." He whispered. "I know right now your hormones are killing you and you just wanna do it so badly. But take it from me, you need to fight it."

Harry whimpered as Phelias took his hand of his jeans. "I was going mad when it happened to me, cause I was in love with you, and all I wanted was you, but you were so innocent. It was really tough for me to fight animal instincts."

He kept stroking Harry's arm, locking his gaze with the other boys. "But in a couple years we'll both be ready."

Harry's breathing was still shallow, and he blushed in embarrassment. "Sorry." He whispered. "I feel like such a slut right now." His face felt hot and he laid it against his boyfriends chest.

"You're not, Harry, I love you so much." Phelias whispered, using one hand to play with Harry's shimmering golden locks. Harry opened his mouth, but his throat felt constricted. Did he love Phelias? Like a…boyfriend? He sighed, not knowing yet. Suddenly, the memory of what he'd done to Draco flashed though his mind again, and immediately his heart was galloping. 'Where did that come from?' he thought frightenedly. "You ok?" Phelias smiled at him.

Harry nodded, burying his head into Phelias' shoulder.

A month passed and Draco was on his third date with Jacob, this one being at his house. "Here's another question." Jacob said, picking up his spoon and licking chocolate pudding off of it.

Draco buried his body into Jacob's chest some more. "How many times have you done it with a guy?" Jacob smiled deviously.

"Twice." Draco admitted. "And it was 14 years ago."

Jacob's eyes widened. "Ah, so we have a practical virgin on our hands." He said, cupping his hands over his mouth like an announcer. Draco giggled as Jacob fed him a spoonful, purposely getting some on his nose so he could lick it off.

"My turn." Draco said, resuming his comfortable position. "How in the world do you find enough time to write those books? They're huge and so well-developed."

Jacob grinned. "In truth, it just comes to me. I just exaggerate most of my life, throw some stuff in and bam, you got a novel. I've been writing most of these stories since I was eleven. I've just expanded on them since."

Draco shook his head. Jacob's teeth grazed his ear. "Actually, I'm writing one about you right now. You and me. As our relationship evolves, so will the story."

Draco blushed. "I'd love that. I just hope you don't put any crazy sex scenes like in most of your stories. You have your characters doing things in elevators and in the park and under bleachers."

"All true." Jacob said, tightening his grip on Draco's waist. Draco frowned and stood up. "Hey what's wrong? Are you man?" Jacob asked hurriedly.

"No." Draco walked up to his window, peeped though, and closed it. "Its just Matilda, my nosy neighbor. She keeps trying to spy on me."

"That's terrible. I hate bad neighbors." Jacob said sympathetically.

"And she's old and alone too. She doesn't have anything to do. Once I caught her trying to catch a glimpse of me in the shower when I forgot to close the curtain. She even has binoculars." Draco shuddered.

Jacob chuckled, putting down his pudding and pulling the smaller man into an embrace. "No fair, she got to see you naked before I have."

Draco blushed, suddenly feeing nervous. 'I'm a grown man.' He thought. 'I'm allowed to do this.'

Jacob kissed his lips, then down to his neck. Draco's breath caught a little and he laughed nervously.

"You have a lot of worries." Jacob said softly. "Let me get rid of some of your tension."

"I-Its really ok." Draco stammered, heat rising into his face. "I'm pretty calm. I had a massage last week."

"I can give you something so much better." Jacob whispered silkily into his ear. Draco's heart was hammering against his chest as Jacob led him to his own room, steering him from behind.

He felt his body being laid unto his own bed, and the kissing re-commenced. Jacob sucked on his lower lip. His mind flashed a sudden image of being kissed by Harry, a freeze frame formed in his mind and his heart nearly stopped. 'Why in the hell would my mind even bring that up??' he thought.

Jacob smiled against his lips. "Wow, you've suddenly sprung like a dog." He said in glee. Draco paled. "Jacob." He whispered. "You've been perfect so far, but I'm really too scared to do this right now."

Jacob smiled understandingly. "I won't go past your boundaries. Just tell me where to stop ok?" he said, gently running his hands up and down Draco's back and sides, stroking his spine with the pad of his thumb.

Draco nodded, feeling more relaxed and able to enjoy Jacob's kisses and caresses. He stared into the other man's handsome face, not so much because he wanted to see Jacob, but to rid his mind of the thoughts that were filling it, and to remember just who he was kissing. His thoughts had scared him. And they were getting more and more persistent.

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