Author's Note: Rated M more due to references to porn than smut. Enjoy!

Harry groaned as he saw the mess that was Dudley's room. Well, may as well strip the bed, then he could wash the sheets as well as all the clothes strewn about.

Once he had loaded the first load, he returned to the room with the hoover. He supposed he better declutter under the bed before he hoovered. He crawled under, fighting the urge to gag at the fusty smell of lingering dirty socks. At least he didn't have to deal with mouldy food – there was no chance Dudley would leave even a crumb uneaten.

He pushed the contents out from under it, already making a note of what he'd need to add to the second load of washing, before he crawled back out. He quickly had the space hoovered, and set about sorting everything; putting the dirty clothes to one side, stacking the rest to be returned in a tidy order.

Halfway through he blinked. Magazines? He didn't think Dudley read much of anything. He turned one of them over. Oh. There were those kinds of magazines. No wonder Aunt Petunia assigned him the task of cleaning – she could deny that her precious Diddums had dirty thoughts if she didn't see the evidence.

He determinedly put them all aside, as he set about finishing his task. By the time he'd tidied, it was time to put the first load of washing out. He set up the second, then returned to Dudley's room to hoover everything else.

He glanced at the clock as he finished. Even taking into account the time it would take to go out to the bin and empty the contents of the hoover, he still had quite a while before the second load of washing was ready to go out. His curiosity as to the contents of those magazines heightened further. Well, it's not like anyone was going to interrupt him, right?

He picked up the first magazine and began to flick through the pages, skipping those with stories, or products, and pausing only on those in…interesting positions. After all, he saw enough girls in leather in Quidditch matches, so there was no reason to linger on those. He worked his way through several in the stack, then blinked as he realised that the cover of this one seemed to be a woman all in leather. He had a quick flick, before setting it aside. Not his kind of thing. He set a couple more aside for the same reason, before he picked up one that looked…interesting.

He glanced over his shoulder, checking the door was closed before he slowly made his way to the picture previewed on the front. He groaned. This was illicit. She was… Well, she was on all fours, a man was beneath her with his cock in her pussy, another was on his knees with his cock in her mouth, and a third was behind her with his cock up her ass. He tugged at his collar, okay that was hot.

He flicked to another page and groaned. This woman was straddling one man, while the other was behind her, and both had their cocks up her ass. He hadn't known that was possible! And now he wasn't going to be able to get it out of his head! He quickly turned the page before he ended up with a stain on his trousers – that would be embarrassing to deal with.

"Hot aren't they?" He froze for a second before he jumped as far away from the stack as he could get. Dudley laughed. "I asked for Mum to stop cleaning my room, so she wouldn't find them."

"If you didn't want anyone to find them, you'd do better to clean up after yourself."

"I just said I didn't want her find them." Harry gaped and Dudley shrugged his shoulders. "As much as media would like to portray otherwise, I figure your chances of getting your hands on stuff like that – or companionship – are pretty limited while you're at boarding school." The brunet flushed. "And considering everything, figured it was the least I could do." Harry nodded slowly as he absorbed this. "The covers give you an idea of what's inside. If you aren't immediately drawn to it, you're probably not going to like the contents."

"I had started to figure that out for myself."

Dudley grinned and plonked down on one side of his stash, gesturing for Harry to sit the other side. "I've got a broad selection," he murmured. "What do you like so far? Or what do you not like?"

Harry regarded him for a moment before he sorted the pile he'd already looked through into three piles. "Hot, like, don't like," he stated, pointing at each pile, left to right.

"And the rest are ones you haven't looked at yet?" The brunet nodded. "Right, I can sort a few of these out you won't like," he murmured, as he perused that pile. He quickly added several more to that pile, turned his attention to adding several more to the other two piles, leaving himself with a stack of undetermined. "Might be easier, if I show you one of each type you haven't seen yet, and then you can tell me if you like the look of it or not."

"All right," Harry murmured.

As Dudley turned a cover round to face him, he nodded or shook his head, only speaking when one fell into the 'hot' category. After each selection, Dudley would add those in the same category to the relevant piles. His cousin looked at him for a moment before he turned the final type around for him to see. Harry blinked at the mostly naked man that was on the cover. "Well?"

He licked his lips. "I think…I'd need to see more of it," he answered slowly.

Dudley laughed softly. "Well, I'll read through some of my favourites in your 'dislike' pile while you have a look," he stated, sliding said pile over to himself after plonking the remaining magazines into Harry's lap.

Harry flicked to the first image sure that he shouldn't – wouldn't – like it, and paused. He almost started drooling at the image of the – fit – naked man with his cock hard and confidently, proudly, displayed. He swallowed hard and flicked to the next image. He groaned. He had no idea the image of a guy sucking another guys cock could be so hot. Almost as hot as the gangbang – which should probably make him worry about his preferences, but right now he was going to focus on looking at more of the images…and skip the scary looking pictures of toys.

The next image was of a cute looking man – really rather slender – upside down facing the camera, with both of his legs either side of his head, while a burly guy with a thick cock fucked his ass. Harry squirmed as his cock felt uncomfortably restricted in his trousers.

"Yeah, I know," Dudley murmured as he continued his perusal.

Harry cleared his throat as he put the magazine down and cautiously picked up the next one. "Where did you even get these from?"

"School. There's a fairly big black market for anything a teenager would want. I had enough money to buy one of everything, so that's what I did. And if anyone asked, that was my only reason for doing it."

"To say that you did," Harry murmured.

"Uh huh." He looked down shyly. "I actually have more than magazines."

"Really?" Harry breathed.

"Tell you what," he spoke in a low voice. "The next time Mum goes shopping, I'll show you."

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"Okay!" Dudley called out to the garden. "She's gone!"

Harry poked his head around the door. "Are you sure she won't notice?"

"We both know she'll be gone for over an hour, and if she says anything, I'll tell her I got you doing something for me. Come on," he urged as he led the way up to his room. He turned on the TV, and set it to play.

Harry settled on the bed, glad it was big enough that it wouldn't get awkward – both of them could sit comfortably, without the threat of touching. He leant forward as the image began to play. "Is that spiderman?" he breathed.

"They're careful to not show his distinctive logo, but other than that, yeah, that's supposed to be spiderman."

"Which would explain the stamina," he murmured several minutes later when he was still going strong.

"Porn stars tend to do that," he informed softly. "Wait for it," he murmured. Within seconds, the girls breasts began to bob even more forcefully as he picked up the pace, making her scream as she came.

"He's still going?"

"Yeah, he does a couple more rounds, then does another one in what we're supposed to assume is her ass. But if this isn't doing it for you, I'll skip to the next scene."

"There's more than one?"

"Oh yeah," he replied as he skipped ahead to the next scene. Spidey was alone, stroking his hand over his own hard cock when a shadowy figure appeared behind him.

"Is that supposed to be Venom?" Harry asked in a hushed voice.

"You remembered," he spoke with a grin, which widened at the brunet's gasp.

The two men grappled for a moment, before Venom clearly won, straddling the hero. In a seamless move, he pulled he pulled up Spidey's mask and removed his own – massive – cock. Harry gasped. "He's huge," he breathed in awe.

"Yeah, tend to find a few of them as porn stars."

"Best place I suppose," he replied, watching, rapt, as Spidey's mouth was forced over the monster of a cock, until he took it all. "Seriously, how is he doing that?"

"He probably doesn't have a gag reflex," he replied.

They watched in silence as the hero's face was fucked until the villain came, streams of it spilling over the hero's lips. "Messy…"

"But hot?"

"Yeah," he replied softly.

"There's more."

"Fuck," he hissed.

"Exactly," he replied in amusement. "I won't look if you wanna…" he trailed off and jerked his wrist.

"I couldn't- not when you're in the room."

"One, as if you haven't with your dormmates in the room. Two, do you really think you've got time to do it outside the room, as well as clean it up and watch as much as we can before Mum gets back?"

"All right," he sighed, and undid his zipper carefully.

"Did you never compare sizes at school?"

"No," he spoke softly.

"Huh. It's normally a one-up kind of thing. Comparing with each other to brag, and it also gives you an idea on where you stand in sizing. Not everyone has porn to compare themselves to." Face flaming, Harry shifted his boxers out of the way so his hard cock sprung free. "Would it help if I get mine out too?"

"Yes, no, maybe."

"Let's try, shall we?" he murmured as he released his own hard cock. "Better or worse?" he asked, as Harry's blush deepened.

"I'm not going to make you put your hard cock back in," he muttered.

Dudley chuckled softly. "You're bigger than me," he stated.

"You said you wouldn't look!"

"I said I wouldn't look if you wanked," he stated. "You don't want to miss the next bit."

Harry turned his attention back to the screen, his hand automatically wrapping around his shaft as he realised the hero had been manipulated onto his hands and knees, his ass high in the air. Harry bit his bottom lip, his hand speeding up as the villain pressed his already hard cock against the hero's ass. He gripped the hero's cheeks hard enough to leave impressions, spread them and thrust forward, burying half of his so long, thick cock into the hero in a single thrust. "Fuck," Harry hissed.

"I know," Dudley replied, wrapping his hand around his own shaft. "So hot."

"Unbelievably," he panted, practically thrusting into his own hand as he desperately sought release.

He came, followed shortly by Dudley. They watched as Venom sent Spidey over the edge, then filled his ass with cum. Harry felt himself stir.

"Impressive recovery time," he murmured as he rose on shaky legs and put in the next film. "I think you'll like this one." Harry removed his hand as he watched a female news reporter intimidated onto her knees by two thugs. "Not as good as three or more, but still pretty hot," he informed.

Her breasts were soon out, and one of the men's cock was shoved into her mouth and down her throat. "I know you said a lot of them don't have a gag reflex, but wow," he murmured, wrapping his hand around his cock loosely.

"It gets better," he replied softly. Thug one retreated and thug two thrust his cock between her ample breasts, bumping her mouth with the head of his cock with every thrust. Suddenly he stepped back as thug one shoved her onto her knees and elbows, her ass high in the air and he began to fuck her, his long, thick cock burying deep with every thrust.

"That's already good," Harry murmured as he began to stroke slowly.

Thug one backed off and thug two tugged her off her feet, legs spread wide as he thrust his thick cock up her ass. Harry scraped his teeth over his bottom lip as he began to stroke at a more normal pace.

Thug one settled on the floor and thug two lowered her over thug one's cock, his own slipping from her in the process. She barely had the time to groan at the predicament before thug two thrust back into her ass. Harry groaned himself, his strokes picking up their pace as they fucked her hard in both holes, her breasts jiggling, bring his attention onto her hard nipples. "The lady doth protest too much," he murmured as he sped up once more. He got nearer and nearer to the peak, peripherally aware of Dudley stroking himself too. Just as Harry was starting to get desperate, thrusting into his hand again, both thugs came, spilling their seed deep inside her. Harry came hard with a groan, echoed by Dudley.

"You know, it's a shame we're not Japanese," the blonde murmured. Harry blinked, unable to think at the moment, let alone speak. "They don't have an issue with cousins hooking up."

"Dudley!" he gasped.

He chuckled. "Just kidding," he replied with a grin. Harry let out a huff. "Don't you have anyone you could experiment with?"

"We don't even compare lengths, do you really think we'd do that?"

"Seriously, no one? I thought you were an athlete."

"I am, but I'm gossiped about so much, most girls wouldn't want to take me on."

"What about any guys?"

"That's probably less likely." He sighed. "It's not that they're against same-sex relationships – they're pretty accepting about it – it's just that no one in my year wants to be the first one to be open about it, you know?"

"Did you think of yourself as one of them?"

"No, my only thought on being gay, was being glad I had crushes on girls, so I didn't have that worry too."

"There's not just being straight and gay, you know? You could be Bi, attracted to both."

"Yeah, I know what Bi means, but no one is comfortable admitting to that either – too close to being Gay."

Dudley glanced at his clock. "Better clean up before Mum gets back."

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Dudley knocked on Harry's door. "Yeah?" he asked from the bed.

"Here," he spoke, handing over a pile of magazines.

"Wh- really?" he breathed as he took them.

"I kept the straight ones," he said with a grin. "Couldn't bring myself to part with the hot ones of those."

"That's okay, quite a few of these are hot," he said, holding them close. "What are you supposed to be doing?"

"Waking you up and giving you your list of chores. Put them away and I'll help – at least until Mum gets home," he added sheepishly.

"Any help is greatly appreciated," he spoke warmly, putting the magazines into his trunk. "Shall we?"

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"Sirius?" Harry spoke as he poked his head around the door. With a grin, Sirius patted the seat next to him. The teen smiled and closed the door behind himself before he settled beside his godfather. "Can I talk to you about something?" he asked, shifting nervously.

"Harry," he spoke gently, wrapping an arm around the teen's shoulders, "you can talk to me about anything."

"I'm Bi," he said in a rush.

"Which type?" he asked easily. Harry blinked. "Well, there's several. First off, there's Bicurious – basically attracted to both, but only really want to play with one. Then there's more gay than straight, and the opposite. And lastly, there's equally attracted to both."

"So could give up girls for guys, or the other way around?"

"Yeah, they're attracted to both, but have a preference more one way or the other. So?"

"More gay than straight," he said firmly. His head tilted. "I think Dudley's the other way."

"How did that conversation come about?"

"I was cleaning his room and…"

"You found his stash?" he said with a grin.

"He was actually more than happy for me to have a look, and even put on a few of his films when his parents weren't in."

"Seems like the two of you are getting on."

"Not like that!" he said quickly. "He's just being, I dunno, kind, inclusive."

"And it helped you to figure out your preferences."

"Oh yeah, I found it as hot to look at a naked guy as I did a woman with multiple-" he cut off with a blush. "I just overshared, didn't I?"

"If you can't talk about it with your godfather, who can you talk it out with? Well, you could talk about it with your friends, of course, but since they'd have as much or less of an idea than you do…"

"No expertise," Harry spoke with a grin.

"Exactly. Reap the benefits of my sexual wisdom." Harry's eyebrows rose. "I was the playboy of the group," he stated. "Remus was always reserved, and didn't talk even if he did get any. James was your Mother all the way. And Peter only wished he had my skill with the ladies – and men. But honestly, I don't think he swung that way."

"I'm amazed you can speak so calmly about him."

"I've had to deal with the fact that a lot of my happiest memories include him, so I could either accept it, or let his betrayal colour them. I decided on the former." He smiled at the teen. "But this conversation is about you, not me. So is there anything you need to know?"

"Are there any spells for, you know?"

"Sex?" he asked with a grin. Harry nodded, blushing furiously. "Got your wand handy?" Another nod. "Good, it's better to practise these as you learn – wouldn't want them to fail when you needed them, would we?"

"No," he spoke, lips curving unconsciously.

"Well…"

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Harry found his eyes straying across the Great Hall. There was something… It was Draco, he thought definitively. But why was Draco catching his attention? His head tilted as he considered. 'He looks just like one of the fit models in my favourite magazine,' he thought, blushing furiously. He ducked his head before anyone could notice his expression. 'Snape, Snape, Snape, Snape, Snape,' he chanted to himself, willing his body's reaction to fade.

He blinked his eyes open after a moment. Whew! That would have been embarrassing. He turned his attention back to the new DADA Professor, unaware that silver eyes were watching him consideringly.

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Harry blinked awake, barely repressing a groan. Just because he wouldn't be able to sleep anymore, doesn't mean he should deprive his dormmates. With deft movements, he retrieved his wand and slid his feet into his trainers.

He wandered the Castle, no particular destination in mind. He was tugged into an unused classroom. "What are you doing up, Potter?" Draco demanded.

"I could ask you the same thing," he retorted.

The blonde smirked. "I'm a Prefect," he reminded. "You are not." He glanced over the brunet. "And you're rather casually dressed."

Harry blushed. "Forgot to get changed," he muttered.

"You sleep in that?" he asked, incredulous.

"Not everyone sleeps in monogrammed pyjamas," he retorted.

Draco advanced toward him, the brunet automatically stepping back, until he backed the lion into a wall. "How would you know what I sleep in, hmm?" he drawled. Harry stilled, and kept his mouth resolutely closed. "I won't tell, this time," he continued.

Harry licked his lips. "I heard from a reliable source."

"So the Weasley twins are able to get into my dorm," he murmured. "That explains so much."

"I didn't say that."

"You didn't have to," he replied with a look. "What are you doing here?"

"Couldn't sleep," he replied with a sigh.

"That is not entirely true," he remarked, regarding the brunet seriously. "Nightmare?" His companion nodded. "Cedric?" Another nod. "It's only natural," he spoke gently.

Harry huffed. "Doesn't make it any easier to deal with."

"I could help with that," he remarked in a drawling purr.

"And how would you do that?" he breathed, blushing.

"Fill your mind with something else," he purred and dipped his head, pressing his lips against the brunet's. Harry kissed him back, leaning up to wrap his arms around the blonde's neck. Draco licked along his bottom lip, and he opened his mouth, content to let the blonde dominate their kiss. He moaned at the feel of another tongue against his own, which changed to a needy mewl as the blonde continued to tangle tongues, caressing and claiming with equal measure.

Draco pulled back after a few moments, both of them panting hard. "I think you'll be able to sleep without nightmares now," he spoke smugly.

"As if I could sleep now," Harry retorted. "Come back here," he demanded, tugging the blonde back for another heated kiss.

Draco returned it for a few moments before he pulled back and pinned the brunet against the wall. "What brought this on?" he demanded. "I saw the way you were looking at me at the feast," he stated. Harry blushed. "Well?"

He licked his lips. "I realised my preferences over the summer," he admitted in a rush.

"Include Slytherins do they?" he drawled.

"Attractive ones," he replied, attempting to shrug.

"No Harry," he purred. "Truth," he demanded.

"You first," he challenged.

"I am not a Gryffindor to be goaded into a confession," he drawled, tracing a finger down the brunet's cheek. "But very well. I have been attracted to you for some time." Harry gaped. "Is it really so surprising?" He nodded rapidly, still absorbing. Draco smiled warmly. "You are adorably naïve," he murmured. "Your turn."

"It's embarrassing," Harry muttered.

"Do you really think I will tell anyone?" he asked, arching an imperious eyebrow.

Harry bit back a smile, he really had it bad if he found that attractive. He licked his lips. "I found my cousin's stash of dirty magazines," he stated. "He had a variety, and I realised my preferences looking through them." The blonde nodded, expression encouraging. "I realised at the feast that you looked like one of the male models in my favourite," he admitted in a rush. "Huh," he murmured, head tilted. "Maybe it was my favourite because he looked like you."

"So oblivious," he murmured, cupping the brunet's cheek.

Harry leant into the touch. "I didn't realise how much I wanted you until that kiss," he admitted. "Or how long I had," he spoke softly.

"You need a Slytherin looking out for you," the blonde murmured, resting his forehead against the lion's.

"You applying for the job?" he asked softly.

"With pleasure," he replied, pulling back to smile at the brunet. "But it would require a further conversation." Harry groaned. "Just because you don't plan," he drawled, "doesn't mean that's the best way to go about things."

"Can't we have some fun first?" he asked, expression hopeful.

Draco smiled and kissed his forehead gently. "No more tonight," he spoke firmly. "And I'll have to get back to my rounds soon."

"I could wait for you until after you're done," he offered easily.

"I won't risk someone else finding you," he stated. "I'll walk you back to your dorm, and we'll have to have our conversation tomorrow."

"All right," he sighed.

Unable to resist how adorable his lion was, Draco gave him another, sweet kiss. "Until tomorrow," he murmured, inches away from the brunet's lips.

"Tomorrow," he breathed with a warm smile.

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"Are you sure?" Draco demanded.

"He told me himself," Harry replied. "Or rather, part of him did. Part of his soul was in a diary – that was what opened the Chamber in second year – and he did an evil monologue, letting me in on everything."

"That does not seem wise," Draco murmured.

Harry lifted a shoulder. "He was planning on killing me, so he probably didn't see much risk in it – and he wanted a conscious audience to appreciate his genius," he added absently. "I've become quite…aware of how his mind works," he explained. He licked his lips. "Knowing, does make a difference, doesn't it?"

The blonde wrapped a hand around the back of his lion's neck and kissed him soundly. He pulled back with a soft smile. "I have not believed in the blood supremacy rhetoric since before I ever stepped foot in the Castle," he stated. "I could not allow the pretence to slip," he added ruefully. "But if I had believed, you and Granger would have proven it wrong; a muggleborn capable of mastering every spell and a half-blood with a power to rival Merlin."

"I wouldn't go that far," he murmured.

"You can at least admit that you're on the powerful end of the spectrum, can't you?" He nodded. "So you see my point?" He nodded more slowly. "But the question is, what do you want to do?" Harry blinked. "I assume you want to stop the Dark Lord?"

"Well, I don't want you or any of your Slytherins dying for him, is that the same thing?"

"Close enough. Do you want to follow Dumbledore?"

Harry blew out a breath. "I have issues with him at the moment," he stated. "He's very good at saying all the right words…but his actions don't quite match."

"Then would you like us to make our own path?"

"We can do that?" he breathed.

"That is what they did, why can't we?" Harry leant up and kissed him. "Is that a yes?"

"That's a yes, but can we have some fun first?" he asked with a grin.

Draco laughed softly, and wrapped his arms around his lion's waist. "Tell you what, love, we can plan during the day, and spend the evenings enjoying ourselves, how does that sound?"

"Perfect," he replied, offering his mouth to his Slytherin Prince. Draco couldn't help but take him up on his invitation.