XXV – This Year Will Be Very Different
Harry's POV

The time since my and Sora's date with Luxord and Riku has gone past much quicker than I could have ever expected and while Mrs. Weasley was most unhappy that Luxord had changed the plates into one and that Riku hadn't asked for her help with his date, had Luxord's words also helped me to lose my care.
The woman is just stubborn and wants things her way, but I have grown stronger as a Venquine with every day that I spend around my mates and that has made me know that if I do follow her and her ideas, I will just hurt and disappoint myself and ruin the amazing future that I sometimes dream about at night with my mates.
Ron has also proven that he agrees with me and disagrees with my mother as he has actually switched rooms with Hayner allowing me to spend the night with my mate and to our joined amusement had we woken up in either his bed or mine a few times during the last two weeks of the holiday, wrapped around each other as we woke.

The first time Mrs. Weasley found out about this, she had screamed loud enough to wake Mrs. Black, yet this had actually been the chance Leon had been waiting for as he, Sora and Riku had used their Keyblades and Gunblade and had ripped the woman's portrait straight off of the floor, Jack then catching the flying canvas with his sword.
That had been the last time anyone had ever seen the infamous Walburga Black and while Kreacher had been furious at what we had done with his mistress, had he still agreed that the woman's portrait would do nothing to inspire us to live up to Regulus' sacrifice and he had even accepted me as Sirius' Heir to the House of Black.
The fact that my godfather has made me his Heir had been a shock to hear, but not an unpleasant one, though it did make me miss the man very much, yet Sora had visited Sirius days before this had happened and told me that he had started the most vital part of his healing and I had decided to stall my visit until he finished this.

Yet, mostly because of Riku, had Sora not really had a chance since to visit the Home Island and while I miss my godfather and true guardian just a little more every day had Luxord promised me that he, I and my mates would visit the man in the first weekend of the school year, having made me smile and kiss him in gratitude.
And yet again, on the morning of our trip to the Hogwarts Express, do I feel myself waking in a pair of strong, lean arms, making me smile and my Inner Venquine purr before I whisper: "You awake, dear Hay?" And my heart skips a beat as the rough voice of my mate says: "I am. Did you sleep well, dear Har-Har."

Har-Har is Hayner's nickname for me, while flower is Luxord's, Little Gemstone is Leon's and Little Mate is Jack's yet none of them make me feel inferior and I already know that – while I sincerely lack experience where it comes to relationships – it will be Luxord and Hayner who will Sub to me and Jack and Leon who I am Subbed to.
I had already discussed this with my mates a few days ago and they had all agreed with me, especially because they had also learned how Venquine always have an equal amount of mates that are either Dominant or Submissive and Luxord had even admitted that he enjoyed the idea of being Dominated and Cared for by another.

I then sigh, feeling warm and loved by Hayner's arms around me even if I am lying over him with my arms strongly wrapped around his waist and then Ron knocks onto the door and says: "Harry, we got to go. Mum's got breakfast ready and then we have to make sure we have everything packed. See you downstairs, okay?"
And before I can even answer him, do I hear his footsteps leave downstairs and Hayner says: "I will never get that part about him. Knocking to call someone over to breakfast and then not even waiting on them." This makes me snicker and I say: "That's Ron. His stomach's as big as his mouth – though the former's sometimes bigger."
And while Hayner laughs, do I look at the blonde with the brown eyes and then – like so many times in the last few weeks – does the fact that I got kissed by this pretty blonde without really knowing it bug me and I decide to prove, for the first time this summer, that I do indeed have a Dominant Bone in my body.
I use the arms I have wrapped around Hayner's form to pull the blonde closer and while his happy laugh hitches in his throat, do I not allow him a chance to recuperate as I press my lips against his with strength, wanting to prove to him that he too has stolen my heart and that I want to be with him as much as I want to be with the others.

Hayner's body tenses for a second, but then his lips turn into a smile and while he pulls us so that I now lie on top of him, do I lie my focus into our kiss, pouring my love for the boy into it and using one hand to prove my Dominance by fisting his hair, while the other softly roams over his upper body with loving care.
The feeling of us being here, embracing each other, Hayner's one hand in my hair and the other softly moving up and down my spine, while one of my hands is fisting his blonde hair and the other is moving all over his upper body, do I tilt my head to the side to deepen the kiss and then my instincts take over.
My tongue reaches out from between my lips and lick Hayner's, the boy's body tensing in shock again, but then as I lick past his lips, does Hayner moan, the sound itself sending tingles through my entire body and I happily, yet tentatively, move my tongue to enter his mouth, the feeling of licking his teeth feeling divine.

Hayner, apparently, also enjoys it as more groans are now coming from the back of his throat and while I want to grin like a Cheshire Cat over the fact that I can please my mate like this, do I just move the hand on his front under his sleeping shirt and over to his chest, the soft fabric easily moving up along with my arm.
The feeling of my hand on Hayner's bare chest is very pleasant as his skin is flawless and the center of his chest is softly covered by hair yet while my hand ghosts through this first, does it then move over to his nipples and the moan that Hayner lets out at feeling this makes me turn hot and needy and makes me moan back.

Yet our amazing time together gets suddenly interrupted as two pops are heard and a twin set of voices says: "Hey sleepy birds – HOLY MERLIN!" And when I break my lips from Hayner, do I see the twin apparate away, the last thing I see of them being a pair of very red faces, making me look from their spot back to Hayner.
Only then do I realize what it is that made them shout like that as my fisted hand is no longer fisted and has instead started to move through Hayner's hair while his shirt is hiked up to his arm rests and finally do I realize that the blanket has fall off of both of us and that my hair must look just as ragged thanks to Hayner's hand.
Turning a little red as it must look like as if we were about to make love or something, can I not help but smile pleasantly and a little playfully and then Hayner says: "Good God, I love the training you got from the others." This makes me laugh and I say: "I don't think the twins share your opinion, my darling Hay."

Yet the lad shrugs his shoulders, his hair looking terrible and sticking out more than mine ever has and his eyes closed in bliss and while I love the evidence in front of me that I can indeed please the ones I am meant for, does the rest of the morning pass on pretty pleasantly, especially because the twins avoid our eye-contact all the time.
My mates, on the other hand, are a little more curious as to what the two walked in on – or better said popped in on – and while they hide it, can I clearly see the relief and satisfaction that shines in the eyes of Jack and Leon when I tell them that I was only caressing Hayner's chest and that we went no further than French Kissing.
Then, when all of our stuff has been packed, our stomachs are filled with food and Mr. Weasley and some members of the Order have escorted us to the Station, do my mates make sure we all have trolleys for our trunks and animal cases, while I myself had actually let Hedwig fly to Hogwarts on her own the other morning.
Mrs. Weasley had not been happy with it, but I had countered her argument with the words: "She has been unable to do a damned thing all summer. She was stuck delivering empty letters the first half of the summer and stuck inside the second half. She's a feral animal and she deserves her freedom. Plus, she's my responsibility, not yours."

Then Mr. Weasley helps us all onto the Platform, Moody using his magical eye to keep an eye out for anyone spotting us, whether they be Muggle or a Magical Foe, and when we finally get onto it, is Jack the first to voice his amazement as he says: "Next to the Pearl is that the most beautiful piece of human transport ever, truly."
And while Leon and the others nod, do I turn from them to my friends and suddenly a realization strikes me that makes me feel pretty terrible. Instantly Luxord is by my side, our bond allowing him to sense my emotions going south quicker and quicker and he asks: "What troubles that ingenious mind, Flower Mine?"
And while Hermione looks at me and Ron is being hugged by Mrs. Weasley, do I mutter just loud enough for her and Luxord to hear: "There aren't any compartments big enough to fit you guys, me and Ron and Hermione. There's just no way." And while Luxord turns grim at this, does Hermione smile at me and say:

"Harry, Ron and I are Prefects. We have to head for the Prefect Compartment first anyway and we'll probably have to do rounds across the train a few times. You just stay with the group and we'll come and check on you. We can always just stay close to make sure you don't get bothered – what with the Prophet and all."
And while her voice turns dark and angered at saying the name of the paper that all of Magical England reads, do I still feel grateful for her intelligent way of clearing up this little problem, does Luxord sigh and say: "Yes, my negotiations with the Paper Directors is not going great. They're a little too stubborn, really."
This makes me smile at the blonde by my side as he has been working almost round the clock just the last week to finally end the slander that the Prophet has been throwing out about me, yet because the comments that are slandering are so small and few between do the directors and editors of the paper think they are not doing anything illegal.

"What about Harry's shares?" Hermione asks, while Mrs. Weasley is now handing out small packages of food to her kids, does Luxord shake his head and say: "It's in equal amounts to that of someone named Malfoy and the guy has been fighting me there as well. The two fights are annoying, but nothing I can't win."
And while I hate the thought that Lucius is actually accepting for the paper to slander the Heir of an Ancient House, do I feel blessed and glad beyond words for the lessons that Luxord and Mr. Weasley have been giving me whenever they have time as I feel as if I got to learn four years of training in the time span of three weeks.
Then the train at the front of the train whistles and only then do I realize that Jack is no longer with us and while Mrs. Weasley hurries over to press a food package into my hands, do I notice that she doesn't do the same with my mates before Jack pulls my attention away as he pulls his head out of the carriage and shouts:

"Hurry up, lads! She's ready to roll off." And while Mrs. Weasley looks shocked to see the man there, does his happy excitement make me smile widely as we all jump on board with him, Ron, Ginny and the twins waving at their parents before they jump on and just when Hayner jumps on behind me, do the doors close.
The floor under us starts to rumble and while Jack is still grinning like a happy loon, obviously loving the feeling of a vehicle ready to ride off, do other students who have gotten onto the same carriage look at him, Luxord and Leon with confusion and this apparently makes Hermione feel in her element as she says:
"Alright you lot, you all have friends to go to and you don't want to be standing when the train makes the first turn, you know that. So go on, move to compartments where you want to sit or where your friends are sitting and get ready. If you're a first year, you can stay here and then me and Prefect Weasley will help you."
And while Ron looks shocked to be called on so soon, does Hermione almost invisibly motion for me and my mates and the boy gets the silent hint, nodding and standing beside her, pulling his Prefect badge out of his own trunk and putting it onto his checkered jacket. Then the twins joke and leave and I mutter:

"Let's go." My mates and Ginny nodding and while I send both my friends a grateful smile, do I then move over to the next carriage, where Ginny says: "I'm going to go find my friends. Sit with me at the Feast?" And I nod as I say: "See you there. Can you warn them of my new life before we meet?" Ginny nods and leaves.
"You think they should be warned then, little Gemstone?" Leon asks me while he wraps his arms around my shoulders from behind me and I say: "The only time there has ever been an adult on the train was back in my Third year and now three adults are traveling alongside a Fifth year and are that Fifth year's mate."

The brunette nods in understanding and then I turn to my left, my eyes widening when I see that we are actually standing next to an empty compartment. This makes me smile and I move my stuff inside, Leon using the Aero ability of his Gunblade to lift my trunk into the overhead stacking and I sit down at the window.
My mates instantly sit with me, Leon and Jack besides me and Hayner and Luxord opposite of me and while Hayner takes his own study books out of his trunk as Dumbledore accepted him as a Fifth year as well and while Luxord dives into his Notebook, do I smile at all of my four mates, feeling confident that this year will be very different.