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"And then as we were heading home after the wedding, she told me she had written the toasts word for word," Blaise recalled as he swallowed down the last drop of wine in his glass. Harry laughed—a little too loudly he thought but he didn't really care at this point.

Neither man could remember how exactly they had gotten on to the topic of Blaise and Rose's wedding, only that the conversation had started after a few glasses of wine. Harry had lost track of the conversation after a few more glasses of wine and was content to let Blaise keep talking and laugh at everything, even when he was maybe sure that he had heard this story once or twice before.

Or maybe he hadn't. He couldn't remember anymore, not that the conversation was significant.

"Glad Hermione never went that far for her own wedding," Harry interrupted Blaise. "Though, I think she regretted not writing the toasts after hearing mine. It was a disaster."

"Oh, the toasts were still a disaster," Blaise slurred a bit as he spoke up. "Neither the best maid or the man of honor recited anything that she wrote. She was pissed—in more ways than one."

Harry snorted and clapped his hands over his mouth as he giggled. Actually giggled. Blaise laughed at that expression on his face, which only encouraged Harry to laugh even harder. Soon enough the pair of them were slumped over the table, barely able to breathe through their laughter.

"Why did you even marry her?" Harry asked once he had recovered a bit. "She sounds like a bloody nightmare."

"We grew up together," Blaise informed him. "And in our community, it was nearly required. It helped that she was hot."

Harry glanced down at his body once he noticed the not too subtle leers. He laughed again.

"You think I'm hot?" he asked, rubbing his hands up and down his sides, feeling the curves that he was stuck with for the next few days, until the polyjuice wore off. His question made Blaise laugh again and the dark-skinned man got to his feet unsteadily, wrapping his hands around the bottle of vodka as he stood up.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked as Blaise took a couple of steps, swaying as he walked.

"The living room," Blaise announced and walked away with no further explanation. Harry watched him go before he decided that he didn't want to be alone. So he got to his feet and stumbled after Blaise, catching up quickly.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked when he spotted Blaise trying to climb over the back of the couch.

"Don't want to walk around," Blaise said, trying to swing his leg over the back. He missed and tumbled backwards, landing on the floor. Harry cringed as he saw Blaise's head bump against a bookcase.

"You okay?" Harry questioned as he made his way over to the former Slytherin, who made no movement to get up off the floor. He tripped over something—maybe it was a pair of shoes that hadn't been put away yet?—and crawled the last few meters over to his housemate. Harry kneeled over Blaise to see if he was still conscious and was slightly relieved to see dark eyes wide open and a stupid grin on Blaise's face.

"That was fun," the wizard admitted. Harry laughed and tried to sit back but when he moved away, Blaise tugged him forward.

"What?" A whining tone entered Harry's voice but he didn't resist being pulled forward too much. He was starting to feel like if he stood up, he would only fall right back down again.

"Why do I think you're sexy if you're only in a t-shirt and jeans?" Blaise asked as he tugged Harry closer to him. Harry laughed loudly at his question.

"Has it been that long?" he teased, trying to maneuver out of Blaise's grasp but in response, the man's grip on his shirt only tightened.

"Yes," Blaise groaned. "Don't tell me it hasn't been a long time for you too."

"Oh, it definitely has," Harry agreed. "Though I'm not sure how much of that is me and how much of it is the body I'm in."

"Let's test it out, then."

Harry's mouth dried at the suggestion. He licked his lips hesitantly and looked around, suddenly wanting something to drink. Since the bottle of vodka wasn't far away, the wizard stuck in female form reached over and grabbed it. He fumbled with the cap for a few seconds before it came off and he was able to take a large swig from the bottle. He coughed at the burning sensation but took a second drink anyways.

"Okay," Harry agreed, setting the bottle aside. Blaise was struggling to sit up and Harry moved back a little to give him some room.

Once upright, Blaise followed Harry's examples and took a few drinks of vodka before screwing the cap back on and tossing the bottle so that it landed on the other side of the couch. Harry giggled as he heard it land with a hard thud, thinking that it was a good thing that the bottle was made of plastic, not glass.

When Harry glanced back at Blaise, the man was already shrugging out of his shirt. Licking his lips again, this time in anticipation, Harry pulled his t-shirt over his head as well, letting breasts bounce as they were released. Brows furrowed as eyes watched the mounds of flesh and Harry tentatively ran a small, feminine hand over one of them.

Blaise laughed, causing Harry to snap his head up and glare at the man.

"Shut up," he muttered. "I'm still not used to them."

"Feels good though, doesn't it?" Blaise asked, reaching over and rubbing a finger over the breast that Harry wasn't examining. Eyes fluttered closed and Harry heard himself letting out a high-pitched moan of pleasure.

"You can keep doing that," he mumbled and the pressure on the breasts increased. Harry threw his head back and let out another moan, leaning backwards until he was lying on the floor. He felt Blaise moving to straddle him and Harry let out an even louder groan when the movement brought their two groins together.

After of a few minutes of grinding, Harry placed a hand on Blaise's chest and tried to push the wizard away.

"I'm not getting hard," he tried to explain. Blaise snorted and gave Harry an awkward kiss on the corner of his lips and the cheek.

"You don't have the parts," Blaise reminded Harry as he ground their groins together again.

"Oh," Harry replied, not sure of what else he could say. He felt hands tugging on his jeans, opening up the button and pulling down the zipper. Closing his eyes, Harry lifted up his hips to make it easier for Blaise to pull his jeans and underwear off. He hissed when he felt a hand press against the area between his legs, the feel of cold skin sending a shudder up his spine.

"Fuck," Blaise swore. Harry opened his eyes halfway to look up at the wizard.

"That was the plan, I thought," he mumbled.

"Shut up," Blaise grunted as he struggled to undo his pants and push them off of his thighs and legs. "Why are you being so talkative?"

Harry laughed, but that soon stopped when he spotted Blaise's cock. The urge to touch and feel it overcame him and Harry wasn't able to control his hand reaching out.

"Shit," Blaise groaned when he felt a hand wrap around his cock. He hissed and winced when the grip tightened. "Not so hard!"

"Sorry," Harry mumbled and withdrew his hand, bucking up his hips when he felt one of Blaise's fingers rub against his entrance, spreading the natural lubrication around easily. After a few seconds, the fingers pulled away and Blaise positioned himself so that he was in between Harry's legs, encouraging them to wrap around his waist.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Hm, I think so."

While not completely reassuring, those words were enough for Blaise. Harry threw his head back again as he felt Blaise's cock enter him and he bucked his hips again, encouraging the man to keep going.

As the pair moved together, Harry couldn't help but think that everything just felt…off. Not that it didn't feel good—it felt almost wonderful—but there was something that just wasn't quite right.

Harry pushed the thoughts out of his mind as he felt his breathing quicken and his hips start to thrust upward more frequently. He was so close…just a few more thrusts and…

"Rose," came an abrupt whisper.

Harry cursed as he felt Blaise suddenly drop onto him, becoming dead weight. The sudden increase of moisture in their lower halves let Harry know that the other man had orgasmed, reaching completion while Harry was left wanting.

"Bloody wanker," he murmured, pushing Blaise off of his body. He considered finishing himself off but even the idea seemed like it would be too much work. He was too tired, the aftermath of the alcohol starting to hit him all at once. Muttering to himself, Harry reached up toward the couch, where he knew there was a blanket flung over the back. He dragged down the knitted afghan and draped it over his body, before closing his eyes. Sleep sounded amazing right now.


Blaise groaned when a piercing wail broke through his deep walls of slumber, flinging an arm over his eyes. He sat up and groaned as his head throbbed, signifying the start of a headache that he could only associate with being hung-over. He hadn't felt this bad since his wedding night with Rose.

The wizard reluctantly dragged himself to his feet when he realized that Leanne wasn't going to stop crying. She probably either needed to be fed or changed and that was something he couldn't put off.

"Hush, baby girl," Blaise murmured as he rubbed his eyes and stretching to wake up some more. "Why do you have to be so loud?"

Opening his eyes fully, Blaise took a look at his surroundings, not fully remembering how he had gotten to the living room nor why he was sleeping on the floor instead of the sofa. It wasn't until he nearly stepped on Harry when he started to remember.

"Shit," Blaise muttered, realizing that both he and Harry were naked. "Bloody hell."

Well, at least he didn't have to worry about whether or not they used protection. It would be a few more days until Rose's body was fertile again. Kyth fertility was a strange thing. For six months after the birth, there was no possibility of a Kyth woman getting pregnant, until after the baby's first weekly feeding.

Leanne's wails grew louder and Blaise stepped over Harry. He had only gotten a few steps when he remembered why he was hung-over and why he had been drinking in the first place. Leanne's first weekly feeding had just taken place.

Fuck.

Blaise rested his head against the doorframe as his mind started racing.

Fucking hell.


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