Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but I'd like to. Do you think I could get him on the black market?
Warning: If you cannot handle crazy people, foul language or adorable gay boys, you probably shouldn't read this story. Go find some boring, hetero GW/HP fic. (Ha, although I can't mock it too much. I did find a kind of hot one on AFF one time.)
P.S.- This is unheard of for me! Updating twice within a four day period! I will probably be back to once a week after this though.
Oh, and just to let you guys know, I said in the description that this story is DH compliant minus the epilogue. But when I say that, I mean as far as all of the main plots go, it is DH compliant. I apologize in advance if there are any little discrepancies from the original story. There are 7 books man and it can get hard to keep every little detail straight! But anyways, I just wanted to warn you guys.
Okay, with that said, on to Chapter Ten.
The next several days passed at an inconveniently quick pace. Before I knew it, the day of our escape had come and I still had yet to talk to Emerson about helping us. That's not to say that I hadn't tried.
Just the day prior I had entered the common room and was pleased to finally catch Emerson alone. Up until then, it seemed that no matter when I tried to talk to him, he was always in the middle of something or surrounded by other residents. So when I finally saw him by himself, sitting on the sofa in the common room, I too took a seat, casually resting my arm on his shoulder.
"How's it going?" I asked cheerfully.
"Not too bad," he answered with a smile. "Yourself?"
"Good, good. I was actually wondering if I could talk to you a moment."
"Sure," he said as he turned to face me. "What's up?"
"Well, I was actually hoping to talk to you someplace a little more private. My room maybe?"
Emerson smiled. "Sure."
I stood up and offered him my hand, which he gladly accepted, and pulled him off the couch, towards the hallway. We walked in an awkward silence, both of us cognisant on at least some level as to what was about to happen, even if Emerson didn't yet know the reason why. I smiled and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze as we begin climbing the stairs.
"Em!" someone yelled from down the hallway. "Wait!"
Who is interrupting me this time!?!, my brain screamed. I turned to see who the source of the impediment was and was taken aback to see Draco.
"Em, I found my exploding snap cards," Draco breathed, his eyes darting between me and Emerson. "Ready to get your butt kicked?"
I tried to catch Draco's gaze so I could somehow signal him to leave us alone; let him know that he was interfering with "woo Emerson" time. But anytime my eyes caught his, he looked away, almost too quickly, like he wanted nothing to do with me.
"Well, I was going to hang out with Harry for a bit," Emerson replied uneasily.
"Oh come on...You can hang out with Potter anytime. And besides, you promised you'd play with me today. Please," Draco pleaded as he grabbed Emerson's free hand.
"Um, yeah, sure," Emerson aquiesced. "We can talk later, right Harry?" he asked as he pulled his hand out of mine.
"Of course you can," Draco said as he pulled Emerson back down the hall to the common room. I couldn't get him alone for the rest of the night.
And with my lack of luck getting Emerson alone, time was officially of the essence. There were only about eight hours before Draco and I were supposed to escape, so I quickly made my way down to the common room to look for the boy that still didn't know he was an integral part of our escape plan.
But when I got down there, Emerson wasn't around. In fact, no one really was, except for Draco. He was sitting on the couch, alone, watching some muggle cartoon that I didn't recognize. He heard my footsteps approaching and turned to look at me.
"Hey Harry, everything with Emerson set to go?" he asked.
"Not that I am aware of. I would have thought you would have already had him taken care of, what with all of the time you guys have been spending together," I retorted, my voice dripping with unexpected sarcasm.
"Geesh," he said holding his hands up in surrender. "What's with the hostility Potter?"
"Nothing," I said trying to even out my tone. "I just thought that since you guys had gotten so close that maybe you already talked to him about it."
"Gotten so close? What are you talking about?"
"Please," I said with a forced smile. "It's obvious you like him. I mean, with all the flirting the other day at the lake, all the time you spend with him here. Don't try denying it."
"You're crazy. I already told you I have been working on buttering him up for you," he said as he folded his arms. "I have been feeding him sob story after sob story in hopes that he'll take pity on me and help."
"Well do you know where he is now?" I asked, not believing a word he said.
"In his room. Have at it." He gestured down the hallway with his hands. "Go work your Harry Potter magic and fuck him, or whatever it is that you do."
"Great. Thanks!" I did my best to give him a "fuck you" smile, but failed miserably. Instead I turned and walked down the hall, my heart heavy as all the pieces clicked in place.
Draco really did like Emerson. The incessant flirting, the way Draco wanted Emerson all to himself; he could claim it was all strictly business, but I knew in my heart that wasn't true. Draco was going above and beyond what was needed to "butter" Emerson up. He wanted Emerson, plain and simple, he just didn't want to admit it.
I tried to leave those thoughts behind however, when I reached Emerson's door. I rapped on it lightly a few times and waited for a response. When none came, I slowly turned the handle and slipped into the room, quietly shutting the door behind me.
"Mmm..." a muffled grunt filled the room. I turned at the sudden noise, my eyes nearly bulging out of my head as they came to rest on the scene before me. Emerson was sitting at the foot of his bed, staring out the window, his legs splayed open with someone, I couldn't see who, kneeling in front of him, their head bobbing up and down furiously. A gasp inadvertantly escaped my lips.
"Harry?" Emerson exclaimed. The unknown person quickly lept back, revealing himself. It was Adam, and he was stark naked. "Harry, what's going on?" Emerson asked.
"Um, I wanted to talk to you...but uh, I see you're busy. I'll come back later."
"No, no, it's okay," he said smiling. "Care to join?"
"What?" I looked at him in disbelief. Was he serious? He wanted a threesome? I looked up at Adam to gauge his response, but judging by the lust-filled look in his eyes and the way he continued to stroke his cock, he seemed to be okay with the idea.
"Uh, I think I'll just come back later." I turned to leave, but Emerson put a hand on my shoulder and pulled me down on the bed next to him.
"Stay, please," he said, his eyes pleading with mine. His new-found confidence was surprising, and I sat there shocked. I didn't say yes, I didn't say no.
Emerson leaned in slowly and pressed his lips to mine, his fingers finding my hair and threading themselves in it. And although the kiss felt good, I sat there unresponsive. Part of me ached to have two men servicing me at the same time, but the other part of me of was hesitant. It was like some unknown force was holding me back. I couldn't explain it. I mean, what gay or bi guy would turn down two willing men? I normally wouldn't, but I just didn't think I could go through with it.
I tried to gently push Emerson back so I could leave, but he continued to hold me tightly, his lips still pressed firmly against mine. Seeing that that didn't work, I opened my mouth to verbally protest, but no words came out as Emerson quickly seized the opportunity and shoved his tongue between my lips
At first I was able to keep my composure, and sat there, unmoving, trying to act as disinterested as possible. But as his tongue continued to dance with mine, my cock got harder and harder and inevitably I caved. Why should I deny myself, I thought.
I began returning Emerson's kisses, our tongues eagerly fighting for dominance. My head began to tingle, my breath hitch. As the kisses intensified, I was so distracted that I didn't realize Adam had been fumbling with my zipper until a cool rush of air swept over my cock.
Every hair on body stood on end, but I continued to kiss Emerson with wreckless abandon, my lips moving from his mouth, to his jaw, to his throat. I sucked and nipped greedily at his pulse point as my fingers began making quick of his shirt. But just as I unfastened the first button, my breath caught in my throat when the cool air around my dick was replaced by the unmistakable dampness and warmth of a mouth.
Adam instantly went to work, his head bobbing up and down the entire length of my dick like he was a seasoned pro. Once I was able to adjust to the added sensation, I continued to work on Emerson's shirt, unfastening every button and then carelessly throwing it on the floor. Once the offending garment was gone, I continued kissing a trail down Emerson's neck, to his collar bone, to his chest, his nipple. But after teasing and nibbling it a moment, both Emerson and Adam pulled away from me.
Adam quickly crawled up on the bed, situating himself on all fours, his ass raised eagerly in the air, while Emerson positioned himself at the boy's entrance. And in one swift motion, he drove into Adam's waiting ass and began pumping, not even giving the boy a chance to get his bearings. I watched in awe as Emerson took control, grabbing Adam's hair for leverage as he pounded him harder and harder.
Where the hell is this coming from? Emerson was fucking Adam like it was an everyday thing for him. There was no awkwardness, no naivete. When I was with Emerson he claimed he had never really done anything with another guy. So either he was a quick learner, or Draco and I weren't the only apt manipulators around.
"Harry. Why don't you fuck his mouth?" Emerson suggested easily, like he was recommending a good book. "Come on."
I readily obliged, climbing on the bed in front of Adam. Emerson released the boy's hair, allowing me to grip his locks and steady myself as my dick forced entry into Adam's mouth. He tightened his lips expertly around my cock, making thrusting difficult, but not impossible. The sensation it created was so phenomanal, so delicious, my head began to swim and my vision started blurring.
I knew I was close to coming. I looked up to gauge where the others were, and just as I did, Emerson plowed into Adam one last time, his face twisting and contorting as he filled the boy with his come. When he finished, he collapsed onto Adam's back, but continued to stroke the boys cock feverishly. And only seconds later, Adam too finished, squirting spurt after spurt of sticky liquid onto the bedsheets below.
That left only me.
I gripped Adam's hair tighter and began thrusting into his mouth as hard as I could. I drove faster and faster, my balls slapping wildly against the boys face. He took it like a pro and continued to do so as I slammed into him one last time, coating the back of his throat with my come.
When the last little bit emptied itself from body, I collapsed on the bed, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.
"Adam, can I have a moment with Harry please?" Emerson purred with post-coital bliss.
Adam nodded, quickly threw on his clothes, and left the room.
"So what did you want to talk about?" Emerson asked rolling over to face me.
"Well," I began. "I wanted to see if you could help me with something."
"With what?"
"Well, we need someone to distract Davis tonight. You see, umm, Draco has a sick aunt, and he really needs to get out of here so he can take care of her."
"And you need someone to create a diversion so you can escape," he stated, knowing his assumption was correct.
"Right. And Draco and I both really trust you, so we thought you would be the best person to ask and..."
"No need to go an further," Emerson interrupted. "Whatever you need me to do."
"Really?" I asked amazed. It couldn't possibly be that easy, could it?
"Of course," Emerson said with a smile. "You're Harry Potter. Do people ever deny you?"
"You'd be surprised," I laughed.
I gave Emerson the rest of the details, what time we'd need the distraction, how long we would need it for, etc, and gave him a hug as I left the room. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted. Everything was in order and ready to go, I just had to find Draco to tell him the good news.
A/N: Reviews make me want to write faster ; )
And P.S., my spell checker wasn't working so I apologize if there are errors. Once it is working again I will check the chapter and fix any errors. I just wanted to make sure I got this out ASAP :)