Heyo Peeps!

Back with another one of these. I suppose I should answer the inquiries I get in the reviews.

Not much to say though. It was kind of obvious where I was going with this story.

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Chapter 11

Hogsmeade

Harry still didn't know how Hermione had roped him into doing this but as they made their way through Hogsmeade going about visiting all the normal shops, Harry found that he only had one thing in mind, seeing Jacque again. These past two months had been terrible at Hogwarts without anything more than letters to keep in contact.

"What are you thinking about?" Hermione asked.

"Just the meeting. I'm still not sure it's a good idea. We could get into deep shit for doing something like this."

"Language!"

"Honestly, Hermione. You need to loosen up with that when even the Ministry wants to fuck us dry . Noon right?"

"Yeah,"Hermione choked out and Harry could have sworn that he saw a glint of amusement in her eyes.

"How many people should I be expecting?"

"Just a couple," Hermione said defensively.

"Alright but if this goes tits up then I'll blame you for it."

"Language." But this time it was more uncertain and worried.

"It'll be fine," Ron said, munching on a chocolate bar from Honeyduke's. "You're like the best defence student we have. Maybe even including the seventh year students."

"You're overestimating me. Hermione knows way more spells than I do."

"I'm not so sure about that. I've seen the books you have been reading. They're pretty advanced. Where did you get them?"

"Tonks mostly. Snuck out once or twice to go to the bookstore here."

"HARRY!"

"What? Fred and George do it all the time. I've even learned how to do a glamour to keep me even more inconspicuous."

"You-Know-Who is out there."

"And he'll ambush me between the charm section and the tomes about ancient runes? Come on, Hermione. Not even Moody is that paranoid."

"Dumbledore wouldn't want you to sneak out."

"Dumbledore would like to put me in a golden cage and only let me out when he needs me to fix his shit. Like now with Umbridge."

"You can't possibly blame him for Umbridge."

"You seriously think he couldn't get someone in the Order to take the job? Diggle, Vance, Tonks? Hell, he could ask the real Moody to teach."

"You're beginning to sound a little paranoid there, mate." Ron said. "Dumbledore is not the enemy."

"No, he is just my captor, jailor and boss all rolled up in one. He is not the enemy, but he still screwed me over good. What time is it?"

"It's quarter to noon."

"Then let's go now. Lead the way."

Harry, Ron and Hermione found themselves standing in front of a sign dirtier than even Grimmauld Place had been.

"I suppose it could look like a Hog's Head if you squint your eyes," Hermione said. "I think this is the place."

Harry pushed open the door and began looking around for any sign of Jacque. His body was almost screaming a need for physical contact with him. Harry had barely made his way to the bar when he spotted Jacque sitting in a corner booth with a bottle in his hand. He was just about to raise his hand and wave when Jacque shook his head imperceptibly. Harry nodded in return and turned back to hear Ron buy three butterbeers much to the disappointment of the bartender. Who looked oddly familiar in a dirty sort of way.

Harry had never seen such dusty bottles before. He doubted that it would pass a health and safety inspection even if you tore it down and build a new pub, the grime looked eternal.

"Do you think he would sell me Firewhisky if I asked?" Ron asked,

"You're a prefect!" Hermione exclaimed.

"So?"

"So, you are supposed to be a role model!"

It was at times like this when Harry was glad he wasn't a prefect. He was sure Jacque would not mind him buying Firewhisky if he really wanted. "Aren't people supposed to be arrivi -"

Harry was cut off by the door opening with Fred, George and Lee walking in. They were soon followed by Gryffindor's Flying Foxes, Angelina, Alicia and Katie. The door opened once more with Colin and Dennis Creevey walking in. Neville walked in with Dean, Parvati and Lavender. Then came a group of Hufflepuff including Hannah Abbott and Susan Bones. Ernie Macmillan and another boy Harry couldn't put a name to. Then came a group of Ravenclaws led by Padma, Parvati's twin sister. Cho and a friend. Justin Finch-Fletchley walked in with Anthony Goldstein, Terry Boot from Ravenclaw. Moments later Ginny walked in with Michael Corner from Ravenclaw making Ron scowl fiercely at the boy. Lastly Luna Lovegood walked in all alone and sat down.

"We'd like one, two… twenty-five butterbeers," Fred said.

"Pay up we don't have the coin to pay for all of you," George said.

A few moments later everyone was seated with their own bottle. The bartender looked almost befuddled at the amount of people in his place. Harry sent a pointed look towards Hermione.

"Just a couple?"

"Well I only told a couple and they must have told others. It's fine. Shall we?"

"Privacy spells first. I don't want to be overheard."

"Who's the one paranoid now?"

"I know for a fact that there is at least one Ministry worker in this place right now," Harry whispered.

"Who? Where?" Hermione paled.

"Don't worry just do it."

Hermione waved her wand.

"What was that for?"

"So, we weren't overheard." Harry said. "I think we all have an idea about how this isn't exactly something the Pink One would enjoy us doing."

"Fair enough."

"Hermione?"

"Right - ehm - well…"

"Get on with it!"

"What's your name?" Harry asked in a monotone voice.

"Zacharias Smith. Do you still think You-Know-Who is back?"

"Does it matter?" Harry asked. "Does it really matter what I think? Is this what this is about? You want to know what really happened that night?"

Harry watched as every face in the group was listening to his words with rapt attention. Harry breathed in deeply. "Alright. The short notes. Cup was a portkey, Cedric and I landed in a graveyard. Within seconds Cedric takes a killing curse to the chest. I get tied up to a gravestone and my blood is used in the ritual used to give him a body back." Harry lifted up his left sleeve showing a long thin scar from his wrist to his elbow. "He then gains his body back. Some unforgivables get thrown around and I run. I manage to grab Cedric's body and summon the cup to my hand, landing us straight in front of the podium and the rest is history as they say. I'm sorry if you wanted to know in more detail how it feels to be under both the imperius and the cruciatus curse but you probably wouldn't even believe me if I described it. I'm just a liar after all."

"Is it true that you can cast a Corporeal Patronus?"

"Susan Bones, I presume."

"Yes, how did you know?"

"Your aunt asked that same question, the similarities between you are uncanny. I knew she had a niece in Hufflepuff. Two and two together. Yes, I can cast a fully Corporeal Patronus."

"Wicked!" Colin gasped.

"Look, I can't teach you -"

"Then what are we here for?!" Smith shouted.

"Shut up!" Ron growled.

"I honestly don't know what you expect of me. I don't have all the answers. When I need to find a new spell I look in a book just the same as you do. I can however teach you how to act in a stressful situation. I can try and teach you how not to panic. I'm sure that Hermione has already compiled the last twenty years worth of O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s exams and made a list of likely spells and questions to be asked, I can do my best to teach you those, but I am not a professor. If you want to do this know that this stays between us."

"Right - Uhm. If you want to -"

"Why him? Why not one of the seventh year students?"

"Because none of us can cast a Patronus."

"Harry also defeated a Basilisk in his second year."

"He fought off a hundred dementors in his third."

"He was the Tri-Wizard Champion in his fourth."

"I wasn't…" Harry interrupted before falling silent. "I wasn't the only one. Cedric should have been here with us. Hell, Cedric probably taught me half of the stuff I'm going to try and teach you, and Hermione the other half. Sometimes it doesn't even make much of a difference but if what I teach you becomes the difference between life and death…"

"And helps us with our exam."

"And helps you with your exam then it is worth it in my opinion," Harry finished.

"Right. - So the people who want to join please sign this parchment."

Harry watched as the parchment passed between everyone there. He finished off the list by writing his own name at the bottom.

"I think we should aim towards meeting once a week."

"As long as it doesn't get in the way of our Quidditch Practice," Angelina said.

"Or ours," Smith said.

"Or ours," Cho said in a small voice. Harry could see her fighting her tears. If he was honest he was too. He needed to be held by Jacque and it couldn't be fast enough.

"Yes, yes," Hermione said. "I think it might actually be a good thing that we don't meet up on the same nights. I'll contact one in every house when we have a place and a date for the first meeting."

"Alright," Fred said, standing up.

Slowly everybody left. Cho hung back a little and Harry just wished she would leave so he could go sit with Jacque.

"I think that went well," Hermione said.

"Smith seemed like a bit of an arsehat," Ron said.

"He's right to be suspicious."

Hermione and Ron made to leave while Harry just stood still.

"Aren't you coming?"

"No, I've got other plans."

"Really?" Hermione frowned.

"Really. Go. I'll be back before curfew."

Hermione looked like she was about to protest but Ron took her arm and pulled her along out of the door. Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his head and got eye contact with the one person he actually wanted to spend time with at the moment. He saw Jacque first point to the door then point to his left before tapping the back of his shoulder.

Harry made for the door and turned left until he arrived upon an alley where he pulled his hood up obscuring his face. He waited until he heard footsteps coming closer. He pulled his wand and waited.

As soon as the person turned the corner Harry grabbed them around the arm and shoved his wand to their throat.

"Where was the first place Jacque and I met?"

"Park, Little Whinging. You were sitting in a tree reading a book about basic transfiguration."

Harry lowered his wand and snaked his other arm around his boyfriend's waist before pulling him flush against his body and leaning in to capture his lips.

"I missed you," Harry whispered as he pulled back for air.

"I missed you too, Handsome. Missed you quite a lot. By the way it's so weird kissing you when I can't see your face."

"Sorry," Harry said sheepishly. "Do you want me to take it off?"

"No. I'm even going to change the colour of your coat. How do you feel about Black?"

"You know I like black. The french variety."

"You're not getting into my pants even if you are being incredibly sweet."

"I wasn't planning on it."

"Shame."

Jacque waved his wand and Harry found his grey coat turned black. "That'll last until tomorrow."

"Neat. Now what do you want to do here? I would assume it's your first time."

"It is."

"Then shall we go see all the shops?"

"Sure. Where are we eating?"

"I asked my friends Fred and George and apparently this town has a small restaurant further down the village. Rarely sees students and they even have private rooms there. I managed to book one under the name Noir for us this evening."

"Are you sure you aren't trying to get in my pants?"

"I'm not. I just want to spend some time with you - Oh and I would love to snog you until you can't breath."

"That can be arranged. Lead on, Handsome."

Harry had never walked around Hogsmeade like this before. It had begun with Harry showing Jacque around the different stores before it turned into an impromptu tour of every secluded spot in the village and an application of more privacy and concealment spells than Harry had even read about. They couldn't keep their hands off each other every new spot leading to something more drastic. They found their way up to the Shrieking Shack where nobody would be around at this time of the day. Most of the Hogwarts students would be back either at the school or at the three broomsticks.

Harry pressed Jacque up against a thick tree and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "I'm so tempted to go down on my knees and worship your chest, your stomach before finally opening up your jeans and pulling them away so I can choke on your cock. I'm feeling so fucking hot for you it's driving me insane."

Jacque whimpered as Harry kissed from his ear to his jaw down his throat. He wasn't sure where Harry got those ideas from, but his words certainly painted an intriguing fantasy.

"You're so sexy it takes every ounce of rationality for me to not try and rip your clothes off."

"Fuck… Handsome. I can't…"

Jacque's hands found their way to Harry's crotch and gently massaged the bulge in his pants. Harry ran his fingers up under Jacque's t-shirt and ran his fingernails over the muscles there.

"You're cut as if sculpted from granite. You make me so hard it's insane."

Harry's hand made his way down and gently grabbed Jacque through the front of his pants, stroking his hand up and down.

"We need to stop," Jacque placed his hands against Harry's chest pushing at him slightly. "We need to control ourselves."

Harry took a step back. His hood had fallen off in the action. Jacque found the way Harry would shake his head to clear it endearing. Harry blinked a couple of times and breathed in deeply before turning his gaze back to Jacque.

"You're right. I was getting carried away. I'm sorry."

"No, don't apologize. I was getting carried away just as much as you did."

Harry stepped closer and pulled Jacque into a tight embrace resting his forehead against the nook of Jacque's neck. "This is nice."

Jacque flipped them so Harry was leaning against the tree. He leaned into Harry and ran his fingers through his hair. "It's getting longer already."

"That's what hair does," Harry chuckled. "It grows."

"I know that. I'm just saying it's getting longer. It'll probably be untameable again before we can get you to a barber."

"Probably. God I've missed everything about you. Your touch, your warmth, your scent, but most of all I've missed your voice and the way you make me feel. There is no way to describe it as anything other than peace. Jacque Noir you make me feel at peace."

Harry was just about to kiss him again when they heard familiar voices.

"I'm telling you, I saw him walking up here with someone."

"Hermione, are you certain?"

"Of course I'm certain."

Harry groaned loudly before sending Jacque an apologetic smile. "Ready to meet my two oldest friends?"

"Does your friend always follow you into the woods?"

"More often than not yeah," Harry smirked. "She means well. She just has a need to know everything. How do we look?"

"You look slightly ruffled. Here let me help."

Jacque ran his fingers through Harry's hair until he was satisfied. Harry straightened up Jacque's t-shirt and jacket before turning to his hair. "Do you always have perfect hair?"

"Pretty much yeah."

"That's bullshit."

"We can't all be cursed with the infamous Potter hair."

"It's not infamous."

"Handsome, they sell Sleekeazy's in Paris too, with your grandfather's mug on the bottle"

"And how was I supposed to know that," Harry mock-pouted. "It's not like I've been there before."

"We'll go some day. I'll show you around. If you behave yourself, I'll take you there the next weekend you can get out of that castle. Now let's go face the music."

Harry stepped out from behind the tree and watched as Hermione and Ron had gotten into another bickering fight. It almost felt silly looking at the two of them like that.

"Ahem ahem," Harry fake coughed.

He forced himself to not chuckle at their startled appearances. "Now if you are done following me then I'd like you to introduce you to my… friend, Jaqcue."

"Hi there."

Hermione looked suspiciously at the new face and scrunched up her face.

"Who the bloody hell is that?" Ron asked.

It was a testament to how put off Hermione felt that she didn't automatically chide Ron for his language.

"Who are you?"

"Jacque Noir, Eighteen. Studied at Beauxbatons. Working at the Ministry in the Department of Law Enforcement. I'm still new around here."

"How do you know Harry?"

"I moved in close to where Harry lives with his relatives." If you consider Sirius family you have no idea how true that statement is. "I ran into him one day in a park and he looked like he needed someone to talk to.e hit it off and suddenly a few hours were gone."

"I see."

"You can't be serious mate. He works for them."

"So, do a few people we know, probably close to half of the club, your dad included, Ron," Harry sighed. "What do you expect me to say? I'm sorry for having other friends than you?"

"Not what I was saying. How do you know he's not a Death Eater or in league with You-Know-Who?"

"Jacque, how many opportunities did you have to hurt or kill me?"

"At least thirty I can think of, and that's just today. I could have gotten you in the Cinema quite easily. You seemed… distracted."

Harry fought hard against his blush but he must have failed if the widening eyes on Hermione's face was any indication. They soon narrowed to slits again.

"You don't seem to have an accent."

"British Mum. I grew up speaking both languages."

"And what does your parents do?"

"Dad's a lawyer and Mum's a healer."

"Why weren't you at the Tri-Wizard tournament?"

"Wanted to focus on my studies instead. And given that Birdy was in the delegation, us mere mortals stood no chance to be chosen."

"Hermione, relax. Have you sated your curiosity? He's not trying to kill me."

Hermione huffed, but didn't seem like she wanted to leave just yet.

"What's the real problem, Hermione?"

"You've been different."

"Watching someone die and then get left to your own isolation. It changes a person. Jacque was there when no one else was. If I'm different it's because of you."

"That's not fair. Dumbledore -"

"Dumbledore told you not to write me, but YOU chose to do so. Same goes for you, Ron. I'm tired of listening to the same excuse over and over again."

"You're being a right git," Ron said.

"Am I Ron? Am I really? You know what - fuck you - for thinking I entered the tournament last year."

"I apologized for that."

"No Ron, you told me someone must have been trying to kill me by putting me into the tournament right after I had almost died trying to outfly a fucking dragon because Hermione and I could not think of anything so I went with the suggestion a Death Eater made. The same Death Eater who entered me into that bloody tournament. That's not an apology that's not even close to one. You expected us to just pick up where you had left it before your precious feelings got hurt. You know what. It didn't. Jacque, we're leaving."

Harry stalked off down the path not even looking back to check if Jacque was following him. He made it down to the nearest alleyway that qualified as somewhat secluded. He slammed his fist into the brickwork. A sickening crunch resounded from his fist and he hissed in pain.

"What did you do that for?"

"Jacque… I don't know. I'm just so angry all the time. The one person I wanted to see and they had to come snooping because lo and behold Harry Flipping Potter can't have any other friends than Ron Eats-Too-Much Weasley and Hermione I-Need-To-Know-Everything Granger. They act like I'm supposed to follow them around looking to them for all the answers. Did you know that she has stopped helping me with my homework because I was doing too well in class? Not like I have many other things to do than studying now that I don't have Quidditch. Ron thinks everything is going to be just alright. He's prefect so of course he doesn't need good grades to succeed in life."

Harry breathed in heavily before wincing in pain. He cradled his hand tenderly in his other hand.

"Let me see that," Jacque said with an unreadable explanation.

Harry turned away from him, hiding his hand from sight with his body.

"Don't make me stun you, Handsome. Give me your hand."

Harry tried to shuffle away but Jacque pinned him up against the nearest wall. He grabbed Harry's wrist and looked it over closely. "Looks like a slight fracture. I'm going to cast a spell to heal it. It will hurt but I'm inclined to believe you deserve that for being an idiot. Episkey"

Harry hissed as the bones mended and snapped back in place. Jacque kept Harry's hand firmly in his grip. Harry tried to pull it away but Jacque wasn't budging or letting him escape.

"What's this?" Jacque asked threateningly, running a finger over the back of Harry's hand.

"It's nothing."

"Like hell, Harry. That is a fucking scar carved into the back of your hand. I must not tell lies. What the fuck are you not telling me?"

"It's nothing. Just another scar to my collection. Chicks -"

"If you finish that sentence I'm going to deck you. Who?"

Harry felt a shiver running down his spine. He wasn't sure if it was fear or it was arousal. There was something about Jacque's voice that made him feel like he was in danger while simultaneously being held in the safest place on earth.

"Who do you think?"

"Her. I swear when I get my hands on her they won't even be able to find an eye."

"As much as it turns me on when you are feeling murderous for me. It won't matter. Fudge will just send someone else to do his dirty work. I can handle it."

"I don't want you to handle it. I want that old fuck to handle it. It's his school. He has more than enough political power to tell the Ministry no. If he told people that the Ministry was torturing students…"

"I think it's just the one student, actually."

"So, just because it's you, you don't deserve justice? Fuck that!"

Harry removed his hands from Jacque's and caressed his cheek. He leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. "Don't… I appreciate it but don't. I can handle it."

"And how broken will you handling it leave you?"

"I'll be fine. I always am. I just grow past it like I've always done. You know that - better than anybody."

"I don't want you to have to do that."

"That's my life. It's a curse. It has been for as long as I can remember. Now I believe there is a table at a nearby restaurant with your name on it, Wonderboy."

"I'm not sure if I'm hungry."

"Don't let it ruin our day together, Jacque. I might not see you again until Christmas the next time. Please?"

"We will talk about this, but you're right I need somewhere private right now for what I'm about to do to you."

"Should I be worried?"

"Maybe a little."

The restaurant eagerly allowed them into the Private Room when Harry added a few more galleons to their pockets. It didn't take long for snacks and drinks to arrive, both soon forgotten. Harry's coat soon fell to the floor followed by his t-shirt. Jacque had straddled his waist and gyrated his hips down onto Harry's. Featherlight touches and kisses trailing the scars all over Harry's torso. Jacque stopped at one on his shoulder planting his lips on top of it.

"This?"

"Horntail. Nicked me with it's tail."

"And this?" Another kiss.

"Dudley."

"And this?"

"Don't remember. Maybe the tournament."

"And this?" Jacque had kissed the back of his hand.

"You know what that one is."

"I want you to hear you say it. To acknowledge what happened as something wrong, something that shouldn't have happened. Say it."

"The Toad did that to me," Harry growled. "You happy?"

"Was it right of her to do that to you?"

Harry looked defiantly at him until tears streamed down his eyes. His chest expanding and deflating in irregular intervals. Jacque rested his head on Harry's chest and listened to his heartbeat.

"It's okay. Let it out. I won't judge. Hold me, Handsome."

Harry wrapped his arms tightly around Jacque and squeezed as if Jacque was the only lifeline and he was a man drowning. Jacque stayed in his lap listening to him cry until he felt the arms fall away and the breathing become calm and unhurried again.

"Do you feel better now?"

"Not really. It's not like my situation has changed. It's still going to be shit as soon as I enter the castle. Is it worth it?"

"Honestly Harry, I don't even know anymore… Promise me you will try and be careful?"

"Of course. I'll always try and be careful."

Jacque looked up, studying his face. Harry ran his fingers through that perfect hair on his head. Even after mussing it and all the snogging it still fell into the same perfect curls as they were always in.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I might be about to make a mistake."

"What? Why?"

"Harry, Handsome. I'm done denying myself… Don't freak out. Harry, I think I might be in love with you."

Harry stared openly at him. His mouth opened but no sound came out.

"Say something? Please?"

"Jacque… I don't know what love is. How do you know?"

"It's like… I think about you whenever you're not there. I look forward to any letter you sent with barely hidden anticipation. You are the only thing keeping me happy when I have a shit day at my job. I miss you whenever I'm awake. I feel intoxicated being in your arms. I… I… Harry you make me feel like everything is worth it and that everything is going to be alright in the end."

Harry pondered his words while resting his face against the curls. "I think I might be in love with you too."

"You sure?"

"I don't know. I feel the same for you as you described it. You make my days more fun. I keep reading your letters over and over again."

Jacque squealed and hugged Harry tightly. "You really mean that?"

"Yes," Harry smiled. "I think I love you."

Jacque began nibbling at Harry's skin eliciting a moan from his lips. Jacque ran fingernails down his stomach leaving long red lines over his defined muscles. Harry stiffened when he felt a pair of soft hands on his belt and crotch. He grabbed Jacque's wrists in panic.

"What?"

"I think we should stop."

"Oh shit. Sorry. You're right. It's just…"

"Don't worry I understand. Trust me. I'm the one supposed to be controlled by my hormones and trust me you are driving me crazy."

Harry rose reached for his shirt and put it back on.

"Awe, I liked you with no shirt on."

"I'm sure you did," Harry smirked. "I'm hungry, and this was supposed to be a dinner date."

"Fine!" Jacque pouted playfully. "How do we order when we are in here?"

"We don't. Pick something you'd like to eat and I'll go order it for us."

Harry watched as Jacque went over the menu. He couldn't stop the feeling of joy from surfacing on his face. He leaned his head back against the back of the chair.

"What are you smiling about?"

"Did you pick what you'd like to eat?"

"My question first."

"I'm smiling about you. You make me happy Jacque. Right now you are one of maybe three people in my life that I trust."

You really shouldn't. I'm not who I say I am. Jacque smiled sadly. "I'll take the steak, medium rare."

"I'll have the same, I think."

Harry got up and walked out of the room. He didn't see the pained expression that flickered across Jacque's face as he watched Harry, the man she had come to love as well. It felt like a knife was being twisted through her heart. She had become addicted to his love and the way he made her feel. She couldn't lose it anymore. She would do anything to keep Harry even though she realized how selfish it was.

Jacque looked up again when he heard the door open. He plastered a smile on his face. Harry went over to him and sat on top of his lap with a leg on either side.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful I find you?"

"You might have mentioned it once or twice."

"You're beautiful, Jacque Noir."

Jacque blushed even if he had known it was coming. "You're going to sit there until the waiter brings the food?"

"Maybe."

"Not a good idea, Handsome if you don't want rumours to start spreading."

"Why do you have to be logical at the worst possible times?"

"Because it is fun for me to see you all hot and bothered."

Harry grinded his hips with a smirk on his face. He leaned in and sucked hard on Jacque's neck leaving a deep red mark just where a collared shirt would hide it.

"I… hate… you…" Jacque breathed heavily.

"No, you don't. You just told me you are in love with me." Harry got out of Jacque's lap and gave him a small pat just north of his belt buckle.

Jacque groaned, involuntarily jerking his hips upwards. He was just about to open his mouth when a knock on the door happened.

"Come in," Harry said from his own chair.

"Two medium rare steaks. Anything else?"

Harry looked at Jacque, lifting his eyebrow. Jacque shook his head in response.

"I think we're good."

"Have a pleasant meal."

Jacque moaned after he had taken the first bite. "This is so good!"

"I'm glad you like the place. You're right it is good. Not a bad recommendation this one."

Jacque happily ate the food talking about nothing really. He talked about how stupid his colleagues were and how there was one who kept giving him inappropriate comments at work.

"A woman?"

"Uhm - Yeah."

"Not your thing or?"

"Not at the moment."

"So, you like both?"

"Where is this line of questioning going, Handsome?"

"Don't misunderstand me. I'm with you and there is no one else…"

"I'm sensing a but coming."

"What if I told you I was attracted to girls too?"

Jacque sat back and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "I already knew that. Did you forget that you told me about Cho? Is this about her?"

"No. Oh god no, I don't even know what I saw in her anymore. Honestly, I don't know what Cedric saw in her either."

"She was that Chinese girl sending you eyes at the Hog's Head, wasn't she?"

"Sending me eyes?"

"Looked like a lovestruck little puppy," Jacque spat.

"Huh. Didn't notice. No, it's not about her."

"But it is about someone?"

Harry tried to read anything from Jacque's face but his face was completely imperceptible.

"You know that I am not the type of bloke to do something behind your back right?"

"I know, Handsome." A small smile appearing on Jacque's face. "That's why I'm not nervous about you being around all those temptations. But it's not any of those is it?"

"It's not. Fuck… I don't even know how to explain it. She's more like a sister than anything but she makes me want to shove her up against the wall and have my way with her sometimes. And not only her, sometime I have these thoughts about the chasers - "

Jacque blinked, then he blinked some more as Harry laid bare various fantasies involving his team mates and then Tonks again before finally closing his open mouth.

"Sorry. That was completely inappropriate and I won't act on them but these thoughts…"

"No, no. I was just a bit surprised. Tonks right?"

"Yeah. I don't even understand what it is about her…"

"Should I be jealous?" Of myself. I'm not even sure if I should be ecstatic or jealous of myself. This is ridiculous.

"No. You shouldn't be jealous. First of all, I want you more than her. Second of all, on the off chance you get tired of me nothing would come of it. She treats me like I'm her kid brother."

You have never been more wrong in your life. She - we - I would jump at the chance.

"Good thing I'll never get tired of you."

"I'm glad. I hope this doesn't change anything between us."

"No, I'm happy you told me. I'm glad you were able to be honest with me. What is it about her that attracts you?"

"Why would you want to know that?"

"I've never been in a position like this before. The men I've dated before have been into me completely."

"You've dated a lot?"

"Less than you think but I'm not a virgin either."

"Should I be jealous?"

"If you're being reasonable no. If you're not reasonable then sure. I'm all yours now, Handsome."

Harry smiled fondly at him.

"You never answered my question."

"You remember how I told you about my potions treatment in the summer?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I had to work out. She and my Godfather helped me. I swear to you, she is built like a goddess. The perfect balance of hard and soft. I don't even know how to explain it. She reminds me of you. The same humour, the same style, the same smile even. If I didn't know that she was older than you and an only child I would have thought you could be related, but I'm pretty sure that isn't the case."

"Maybe a distant cousin, a few times removed. You know how purebloods are. Anything special about her?"

"She's just something special I suppose. Not that it matters, you're the one that matters to me."

"Good. I wouldn't want to hurt a bitch." Fuck, I'm actually getting jealous at myself. That's some fucking irony.

"I don't think that's going to be necessary. Possessive or jealous?"

"Bit of both. You're mine, Handsome."

"I could get used to that."

"Good. Cause I am not letting you go. You're too good of a catch."

Jacque had already moved from his chair and planted himself sideways on top of Harry's lap. "I'm going to kiss you so hard you'll be seeing stars for days."

Harry didn't get a chance to reply before his mouth was cut off by Jacque's lips. His hands reached the hem of Jacque's shirt. One hand traced the contours of Jacque's stomach while the other one made its way under his shirt up to his neck, pulling his head flush to his lips.

His head was yanked back by Jacque's fingers and he looked up into those greyish blue eyes. It almost seemed like they had a life of their own.

"You are making this so hard for me, Handsome," Jacque whispered in his ear before flicking his tongue at his earlobe. "I'm so worked up and you make me want to do unspeakable things to you. Pin you to a wall, a bed, anything really and then - You - drive - me - crazy."

"It's not only hard for you," Harry growled back.

"Oh, trust me… I'm very aware how hard it is for you."

Jacque got up from Harry's lap and kissed him chastely on the lips. He reached for the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head.

Harry stared wide eyed at the sculpted body presented in front of him. "God, you are perfect."

"Mhmm… kiss."

Harry leaned forward and planted a kiss on each of the muscles in front of him. Jacque ran his fingers lazily over Harry's stomach and pants.

"That's enough."

"Wh-why?"

"I was just making sure that when you got back to the castle you would take a shower and think about me and my half naked body. A long steaming shower."

"You - you're evil."

Jacque smiled mischievously and pulled his shirt back on. "I need you to get you back to the castle. It's getting late."

Harry stood up and grabbed his coat from the floor, pulling it on. He turned towards Jacque and winked before pulling his hood up, obscuring his face.

"What about the bill?"

"Already taken care of. Let's go before I rip those clothes off of you."

"I wouldn't hate that, you know."

"Please stop tempting me…"

"You make it sound like I'm the bad one here. We both know that it is your charms that have made me fall for you, Handsome."

Harry loved walking through the streets of Hogsmeade at night. The different houses lit up the street while the alleys faded into shadows.

"I'm so late. I hadn't even realized."

"Will you be able to get in?"

"I know of a few ways. I just hope that I'll be able to get there without being noticed. Hmm - Want to get something from Honeyduke's?"

"I thought you said you were late."

"Oh I am. Gate's closed and everything. The carriages don't run any longer and there are probably a contingency of teachers waiting for me in the entrance hall. Umbridge most likely too."

"Why aren't you more worried?"

"Because I'm not going to go through the front gates. So, Honeyduke's?"

"There's a secret passage to the castle from there, isn't there?"

"Right in one, Wonderboy. I could use a distraction if you are up for it."

"You so owe me the biggest selection of chocolates for this."

"Anything you want."

"Fine, give the money here."

"Thank you."

Harry pulled out his invisibility cloak and walked right behind Jacque as he opened the door to Honeyduke's.

"My date stood me up," Jacque fake-cried. "I need the biggest basket of chocolate you have."

"Awe, you poor dear. Here let me show you."

Harry leaned in and whispered. "Thank you for today. I love you, Jacque Noir."

Jacque stiffened before his entire body rang with excitement, so different to how he had reacted just two and a half months ago. He watched as the door in the back opened and closed behind his invisible boyfriend.

"This is it, dear," The lady said. "Fifteen galleons."