I decided not to bother any teachers for a week. Every time I thought of even going near a classroom my head would explode with a massive migraine. The weather was rainy and altogether unpleasant so I was stuck inside the castle unless I wanted to renew the Impervious spell every five minutes, which I didn't. I was getting restless; I noticed this when I found myself stalking down the third floor corridor for the fourth time in one night. So many things have been running through my mind that last several days that I was almost on the verge of falling to my knees and screaming to the heavens.

First of all, the conversation I had with Severus continuously played in my head. I know I should take his advice and talk to Harry about his sexuality and where our relationship stands. But I couldn't bring myself to even look at the younger teenager. I've been avoiding him like a cat would avoid a standing pool of water. I knew I wasn't being fair to him, but what else was I suppoed to do?

Second, Hermione had asked me to find a room for us to hold our meetings last week after Harry and I joined her and Ron in the castle. I have no idea where all of us could fit and still have room to practice spells. Minerva would most likely not give us permission to use her classroom, and, as much as I liked him when I was student, I didn't want to ask Severus to use the dungeons. The Forbidden Forest was off limits; I don't even think over half of the students who join have even been in the dark woods. And Umbridge would have all our asses if she discovered us in the Forbidden Forest.

Finally. . . I was running out of potion. That cold dark liquid was the only thing that was keeping me from becoming too wild. It tasted like dirty socks mixed with fresh earth, but it was one of the most important things in my life. Maybe I should get Severus to brew me some. He may do that because he knows how I am.

I turned my feet toward the dungeons. It was just past dinner, so all classes were over for the day and the students would not be down there. My cloak swirled behind me and sneakers slapped quietly on the stone floor. My hand twitched, and I felt a slight burn at my fingertips. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw five scratches scored on the wall. My breath caught in my throat. I stopped, pulled out my wand and muttered "Reparo." The wall healed itself and I scurried away, stuffing my hands in my pockets. My blood was singing with bound rage. I knew that if I ran out of potion, it would be a matter of time before I lashed out at someone.

I stopped before the door to Severus's office and knocked urgently. "Severus? Are you in?"

The door opened on the fourth knock. Severus stood on the other side of the threshold, sans his thick black cloak. His black eyes narrowed when he noticed it was me. I didn't take his glare personally. "What, Talis?" his voice was filled with fatigue and slight annoyance.

"I need your help."

Severus opened the door all the way. He stepped aside so I could slip inside. His office was the same as the last time I saw it: large, dark-stained desk in the corner with an equally dark chair; a rather cheerful fire burning within its hearth; a large cauldron with something bubbling inside it was in a corner; and a plaque announcing Severus as the Head of Slytherin was on the wall. "What do you need this time?" Severus growled, closing the door.

Annoyance made me irritable. "I'm not one of your annoying students, Severus," I snapped, "so stop treating me like one." I closed my mouth and eyes, and shook my head a few times to clear the dark thought that were creeping in. "Sorry. It's getting worse." A calloused hand rested on my shoulder, and I opened my eyes.

"You need more potion." It was not a question. Black eyes bore into my acid green orbs. "How long have you been out?"

"I had the last vial on Thursday."

"You should have come to me sooner," Severus scolded.

I shrugged. "I didn't want to bother you."

"You are just as thick-headed as when you were my student, Creary." A very, very small smile appeared on his pale face. "If you need more potion, come to me. You could hurt someone, and yourself, if you're off the potion for too long." He released my shoulder and stalked to a large cabinet beside the cauldron. "Fortunately for you, I brewed the potion when I was told you would be returning." He opened the heavy doors, revealing shelves of multiple colored vials. A rather large bottle of dark liquid caught my eye, and I recognized my potion immediately. Severus grabbed the bottle and turn back to me. "Here," he said handing it over. "When this gets to be half-full, tell me. I'll make more."

"Thank you," I said, uncorking the bottle. I took a swig of the potion, and the effect was immediate. My boiling blood cooled to its normal temperature. The dark thoughts that flooded my mind cleared like storm clouds after the rain. My hand stopped twitching. "That is so much better." I smiled gratefully at the Potions Master. "Thank you so much, Severus."

"Don't go without your potion, brat." There was a bit of affection in his voice. "Have you talked with your new friend about your relationship."

I choked on my spit and the little bit of potion left in my mouth, and my eyes widened. "What?"

Severus rolled his eyes and gave me several whacks on the back. "Your possible partner, Talis. Have you talked to him about his sexuality?"

"Not yet," I said with a shake of my head. "I-I've been kind of avoiding him."

"Why would you do that?"

"I don't know," I answered truthfully.

"Talk to him," Severus growled. "You'll never know until you do."

I heaved a sigh but nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Not get out of my office. As you said, you are not my student anymore. When your potion gets low, you can return."

"Thank you."

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I think the potion looked joyous to be set on my dreser in my room. It seemed to have some kind of happy aura around it when it touch the wood. I had been staring at the bottle when several short knocks on my picture door caused me to jump. My feet slid across the wooden floor as I skidded into the sitting room.

"It's your mate and his friends." The wolf popped her head out from behind the frame of her picture. "They need you for something."

"He's not my mate," I muttered. I glanced at my cloak draped over the sofa but decided not to put it on. I pushed open the painting. "Yes?"

The trio of Gryffindors were standing right outside my quarters, a large map in Harry's hands. A light blush turned Hermione's face pink, and a darker one burned up Harry's neck. Ron was the only one of the trio to not flush at the sight of me, narrowing his eyes a bit. I don't know what they're so shocked about. All I'm wearing are my blue jeans, sneakers, and a black tank top. . . Oh. . . It must be the tank top. . .

"We. . .um. . . We found a place for us to. . ." Hermione broke off, glancing nervously over her shoulder.

"Ah. . ." I nodded and stepped out of my quarters. The painting swung shut behind me, and I could hear the wolf mutter, "I will need a password when you return."

"Will you come with us?" Harry asked with a swift look down at the old map.

"Of course. I told you I'd help you."

Harry flashed me a relieved smile (my heart rate spiked) before returning to studying the map. "We need to go now."

I motioned to the younger teenagers to lead the way. Goosepimples rose on my bare arms as we walked toward the stairs, and for a moment I wished I had grabbed my cloak. But then I saw Harry's emerald eyes darting toward me every few moments. I knew he was checking me out, and my ego soared toward the dusty ceiling. I was not overly muscular, but, thanks to my father, I had some some muscle to show off.

"So where are we going?" I asked when we reached the sixth floor. Had they found an empty classroom? Or a secret passage large enough for all of us?

"We went down to the kitchens because Hermione wanted the house elves to rebel," said Ron with a cautious glance at Hermione, who shot a glare at him. "Dobby - a house elf Harry knew - told us about a room that seems to disappear and reappear."

I had heard about that room. It was called the 'Come and Go Room' by the staff. I have never been able to find it no matter how many hours I spend searching for it. "And that's where we're going?"

Ron nodded. "I just hope we can find it."

"Hold on." Harry's sharp whisper caught our attention. He pulled the map out of his pocket, tapped it with his wand and muttered a few words. The blank parchment seemed to come to life: lines, straight and curvy, raced around creating circles, rectangles and squares, and tiny dots moved like very small, circular ants. My curiosity rose, but I kept my questions to myself.

"Filch is on the second floor, and his damn cat is on the fourth floor." Harry scanned the map. "And Umbridge is in her office. Let's go." He lead the way down the corridor until we met a painting. When I was a student I told Barnabas the Barmy that he was insane to try to teach those trolls how to do ballet. A large stretch of bare wall was opposite the painting. "Okay. Dobby said we are supposed to walk past the wall three times while concentrating on what we need."

I stepped back to watch the three as they started to stalk up and down the corridor. Ron looked like he was trying to pass a rather large bowel movement. I could hear Hermione saying something under her breath but it was too faint to make out. Harry's hands were fisted so tight I think he was seriously cutting off the circulation. Then something caught my eye. I stared at the blank wall as a door made of highly polished oak with intricate black decorations seemed to fade into exsistance. A large brass handle appeared and I reached out to touch it. The handle was real! I let out a short, sharp whistle to get the others' attention then pulled open the door. It barely made a creak, something I was grateful for. We stepped inside and the door closed soundlessly behind us.

"Woah."

"Wow."

"It's perfect."

"It reminds me of the dungeons."

I wasn't too far off. Torches flickered from their brackets on the walls, illuminating the crammed bookselves and the silky-looking cushions that littered the floor. Some more shelves held instruments used to detect Dark magic and Dark magicians. A large mirror took over one wall, and a warm fire burned happily in its hearth on the wall opposite the door.

"These will be good for Stunning practice," Ron said, looking appreciatively at the cushions. "At least we won't land on the floor. It looks kind of hard."

"That's because it's stone," I said, "but you're right. They do look soft." I followed Hermione over to one of the bookshelves. "Not bad." Most of the books were about protecting one's self against the Dark Arts, but I noticed a dozen or so were on Dark creatures.

"This is wonderful!" Hermione exclaimed. "It's everything we need!" She pulled a book off a shelf then plopped down on a cushion and began to read.

I shook my head at her antics. She will always be a bookworm. I glanced around, drinking in all the sights, when my eyes got caught by another pair of green orbs, tens of shades darker than my own. Harry was looking at me with a mix of frustration and worry. I knew he was trying to figure out how to ask me why I have been avoiding him again. I looked away reluctantly. I'll have to explain my actions later.

The door opened again and several students joined us. I waved a greeting then leaned against the wall beside the fireplace, warming my chilled skin. As more people joined us and sat on the cushions, I noticed most of the female students kept glancing at me and blushing. I should have brought my cloak. . .

"This is where we'll be having our meetings," Harry began once all the cushions were occupied. "Everyone has found it obviously." He paused as if unsure of what to say next.

"We need a leader," Hermione piped up, putting her book down.

"Harry is the leader," Cho said automatically, batting her long lashes at the raven-haired male.

"I think we should take a vote." Hermione was obviously not pleased with Cho. "Raise your hand if you believe Harry should be our leader."

Every hand went up in the air. Harry's eyes widened a bit when he saw that my hand was also raised.

"Okay, thanks," he said, sounding embarrassed. "But Mr. Creary will be the co-leader. He's older and knows more." He looked at me, almost pleading with his emerald eyes.

I nodded to him. "I'd be honored," I said.

Several of the girls giggled; I flashed a kind smile at the students.

"I also believe we need a name." Hermione had withdrawn a quill and piece of parchment from her cloak. "Almost every organization has a name. It'll help with team spirit and unity. Any suggestions?"

"The Anti-Umbridge League?" offered Angelina.

Decent. To the point. Tells the truth.

"The Ministry of Magic Are Morons Group?" said Fred with a grin.

Funny. Official. Also tells the truth.

"What about the Defense Association?" asked Cho. "We can call it D.A. for short, and no one will know what we are talking about."

"Let's keep the D.A. part," piped up Ginny from her position near Michael. "But let's call ourselves Dumbledore's Army. It's the one thing the Ministry fears the most."

I closed my eyes and nodded my approval. The Ministry does fear that Dumbledore is creating an army of students to overthrow them. And with the abbreviation, the name of our group will remain secret.

"All in favor of Dumbledore's Army?" Hermione said.

Opening my eyes, I raised my hand along with the majority of the students.

"Motion passed." Hermione wrote "Dumbledore's Army" across the top of the parchment above our names. She pinned the paper to the wall nearest her, gazed at it happily for a few moments then rejoined the group on the cushions.

"Okay," said Harry once Hermione was sat down, "we should begin practicing right away. The first thing we should practice is Expelliarmus, the Disarming Charm. It's basic but useful."

Zacharias Smith opened his mouth to be a smart-ass but a glare from me shut him up.

Harry shot me a grateful glance before addressing the group. "I think we should divide into pairs and practice the charm."

Everyone paired up in an instant. It was very interesting to see the older students taking orders from a fifth year. But my amusement died when I realized who did not have a partner. Neville was standing near the wall looking downcast and holding his wand loosely in his hand. I had not seen anyone even glance at the sullen teenager. I darted between the pairs of students to get to Neville. He looked up when I approached.

"Want to practice with me, Neville?" I offered kindly, withdrawing my wand from its sheath.

"Are you sure?" he asked uncertainly.

I nodded. "Of course. C'mon. Let's see what you can do." I back up about five paces and looked at him expectantly.

"On my mark," said Harry. "Three. . . two. . . one!"

"Expelliarmus!"

Neville's wand went soaring, and I caught it easily. I handed the wand back to the crestfallen teenager. "I'll never get it right," he fretted. "I'm hopeless."

"You need to believe in yourself," I said. "Believe and don't flourish your wand so much." I flicked my own wand, sharp and quick from years of practicing and using. "Neat and simple. It's not a fancy spell to waste so much effort on." I returned to my spot. "Try again. And remember to believe."

Neville nodded and screwed up his face in concentration. "Expelliarmus!"

My wand twitched a bit but I kept a grip on it. "Again."

"Expelliarmus!"

It slipped a bit further from my grip. "Again!"

"Expelliarmus!"

My wand flew free from my hand and went sailing toward Neville, who caught it with a shocked look on his round face. "Well done, Neville!"

"I did it." He handed my wand back to me. "I did it! I actually did it!"

"What did you do for you to do it?" I asked.

"I-I imagined the movements of the wand," he replied. "And I imagined your wand leaving your hand."

"Did you believe you could do it?"

"A little," he said. "I forced down my doubts as much as I could."

I smiled encouragingly. "You see what happens when you put a little faith in yourself?" I motioned to his wand. "Try again. But this time I will be trying to disarm you at the same time."

Neville walked back to his spot then turned on his heel. His eyes were narrowed; he actually looked a bit dangerous. I raised my wand and pointed it at the teenager.

"Expelliarmus!"

"Expelliarmus!"

My wand flew out of my grip, and Neville's soared toward me. We caught each other's wand easily. "Excellent," I said as we exchanged wands. "If I were a Dark wizard, I'd run away with my tail between my legs."

A large smile split Neville's usually sullen face. "Thank you, Mr. Creary, for helping me."

"We're not in class, Neville. You don't have to call me that. Call me Talis."

"Talis?"

I nodded. "It's my first name, and whenever we're not in class you can call me that." I bounced back to my spot. "A few more times?"

Time seemed to fly by as Neville and I exchanged charms. Everyone around us was calling out the charm's name and wands were flying all over the room. Harry was very impressed when he stopped by Neville and me to check on our progress. I don't think he expected Neville to be any good at casting the charm. The shy teenager proved him wrong a few times before the black-haired teen walked on. It was only when Hermione told Harry the time that we stopped. I knew I didn't have to go immediately to my quarters, but the students could get in trouble for being out so late.

"That was very good," Harry said, pride in his maturing voice. "Should we meet back here same place, same time next week?"

"Quidditch season is about to begin," Angelina said abruptly.

Harry nodded to acknowledge her. "We'll meet next Wednesday. We can figure out what to do about future meetings then." He grabbed up his map from a nearby table and started helping students leave the room.

"Thank you, Mr. Crea - Talis." Neville appeared at my shoulder. "For helping me tonight, and for. . . the other night."

I patted his shoulder a few times in a friendly manner. "It's no problem, Neville. Any time you need someone to talk to, just come find me. My quarters are behind the painting of the grey wolf in the Gryffindor Corridor. Tell her you need to talk to me, and she'll give me the message."

Neville beamed up at me. "Thank you." He turned away and, at Harry's signal, left the room with Ginny and Lavender.

Hermione and Ron left with Dean, leaving Harry and me alone. I knew what was coming before Harry turned around to address me.

"Where have you been all week?" he asked, spinning on his heel to look at me. "You weren't in any of the classes. Even McGonagall noticed you weren't helping out."

I sighed and crossed my arms. "I've had some things come up," I said.

Harry mimicked me by folding his own arms over his thinner chest. "What things?"

"Just. . . things."

"You've been avoiding me," he said, a hint of hurt in his tone. "Did I do something wrong?"

I shook my head. "Hell no, Harry. You didn't do anything wrong."

"Then what's the problem?"

"You want it alphabetically, or in order of severity?" I growled before finally relenting. "My heritage was surfacing because I ran out of potion. I'm worried about our relationship, if we can even call it that. Your sexuality. Umbridge being a pain in my ass." I was so busy listing off my problems that I did not see Harry move until he was right in front of me. He slid his arms around my waist and looked up at me. "And how we're going to keep this group under wraps."

"And you wonder if I have a lot on my mind," Harry said. "Let's figure one thing out at a time." His emerald eyes glistened with worry. "What's wrong with your. . . heritage?"

"I really can't say," I said truthfully. "My heritage proves that I can to ruthless and absolutely dangerous." I lowered arms to rest my hands on his narrow hips. "The potion keeps me in check."

"Do you have enough?"

"I do now that I've gone to Snape."

"Good." Harry tucked his head under my chin. "I don't want you to get hurt."

I wanted so badly to tell him that I could kill if my heritage were to fully surface, but I kept quiet. "Our relationship. . . how are we going to make this work?"

"We'll keep it secret." Harry's voice vibrated my throat. "I thought we already established that? And we made the deal that if I developed feelings for another man or a woman then I must tell you."

I kissed the top of his head, breathing in his shampoo. It was a neutral scent, not too manly but not too unmanly. "Harry, I believe you are bisexual."

"I'm what?"

"Bisexual. It's a sexuality that is between gay and straight. It means you can have an attraction to either sex. You're not gay but you like to be with me, right?"

Harry nodded.

"There's nothing wrong with being bisexual or gay. You are who you are."

The younger teenager sighed as I nuzzled his raven-black hair. He tightened his grip around my waist, squeezing gently. "I'm sorry you've got so much on your mind."

"It's not your fault, Harry."

"But I'm part of your problems," he pointed out.

I shook my head. "I worry about you, Harry, but you'll never be a problem to me." His warm scent wreathed around me. I was relutantly to let him go. "You need to get back to your dorm before you are missed." I kissed the top of his head. "Or you could get caught by a teacher."

"Can't we stay here?" he asked. I knew he had a small pout on his face. "No one would notice."

"Yes they would," I said. "Ron will realize that you hadn't followed him, and he'll start asking questions as soon as you get to your dorm."

Harry let out a low groan. "C'mon, Talis. . ." He stretched out the "s" sound in some sort of gentle whine. He looked up at me. "How about five minutes?"

I sighed but agreed quietly. I barely had time to readjust my grip on Harry when the younger teen backed me up against a wall, his mouth working furiously against mine. A soft moan escaped my mouth and entered his as his hot tongue found mine. The two muscle tangled in a dance all their own. Harry raised up a hand to fist my dark brown spiky locks. He tugged playfully, and I growled darkly. With a small push and a twist, I had reversed our positions, pressing my body against Harry's in such a way that I could feel the increased beatings of his heart through our shirts. I grabbed Harry's hand that was not tangled in my hair and laced our fingers together.

Harry moaned against my lips. With a sudden burst of eagerness, he pushed off the wall and sent me stumbling backwards. I tripped over a cushion and tumbled down to the ground, hands releasing Harry so I could catch myself. Luckily I landed on another cushion with Harry straddling my pelvis. I brought my hands up and gripped Harry's narrow hips; he sighed happily then leaned down to reclaim my mouth. My jeans were tightening uncomfortably. Blood was rushing to the spot between my legs. Harry, in his haste to kiss me deeper, brushed his center against mine. He pulled away with a "Ah!" and stare down at me with glazed green eyes, pupils wide and dark. "Wha-"

I smirked up at him and lifted my hips to roll them into his. Harry tilted his head back with a soft gasp. His hands gripped the front of my tanktop. I have his hipbones a gentle squeeze before repeating my actions. It wasn't long until Harry picked up the rhythm and started thrusting his hips against mine. A groan, sounding suspiciously like Harry's name, vibrated up my throat. Harry smiled smugly down at me; I knew he was enjoying this.

"Are you. . . uh. . . okay, T-Talis?" he asked, a false coy smile lighting up his face.

"Mm. . . Fuck. . . Harry. . ." I swallowed and tried again. "I'm. . . ah!. . . fine." I forced my upper body off the cushion to kiss the younger teenager. "We need to stop," I mumbled agianst his lips.

Harry huffed loudly, gave one more beautiful roll of his hips, then went still, laying his body down on mine. His hands were trapped between our sweaty bodies. "Why did we have to stop?" he asked once he caught his breath.

I lifted my arms from his hands to rest them on the small of his back. "If we had continued. . . things could have happened."

Emerald eyes, still glazed with lust, shone with curiosity. "What things?"

His naivity was going to make me dig my grave. "Well. . . sex probably." The blush that darkened his face was almost priceless. "What?"

"Could we have had sex?"

I closed my eyes and sighed. "Probably, but I don't want to do that." I could almost feel his disappointment. I opened my eyes to see his emerald orbs slightly narrowed. "Harry, we've just started this relationship, if we can call it that. We need to make sure we. . . love and trust each other before we do anything." I lifted a hand to his soft hair. "And I don't want to push you into doing something that you're not ready to do?"

"What if I am the next time we're alone together?"

"I probably would not believe you," I admitted. "But anything is possible." I smiled up at him. "Don't get any ideas in that head of yours."

Harry's annoyed look lightened to a soft smirk. "And if I already am?"

I shook my head. "Get off me."

"Okay." His smirk grew to a calm but happy smile. He carefully lifted himself off my body and held out a hand when he got to his feet. I gratefully took it, allowing him to help me up. "But, seriously, what if I am ready?" he asked.

I looked at him and quickly noticed the guarded curiosity in his emerald eyes. "You won't be, Harry." I patted my thigh to make sure my wand was in its sheath. "Sex is something you shouldn't rush into."

"Have you had sex before?" A frown tugged at his bruised lips.

Emotional pain flared up within my soul, but I quickly squashed it. "Yes, I have," I admitted in a quiet tone.

"With who?" The curiosity was giving way to a mixture of anger and weariness as if he wanted to know the answer but didn't at the same time.

"My ex-best friend." A vivid image of a man with blue eyes writhing on my bed in ecstacy flashed through my mind. "He and I. . . We had sex several times. But that's all it was. We never made love; it was just sex. Just a fling thing." I shook away the image as the man's mouth fell open in a silent scream of pleasure. "I do regret it," I added. "We were young and dumb. It just happened."

"I'm not dumb," Harry muttered.

"But you're young," I shot back.

Harry looked away, breathing deeply as if trying to calm his nerves. I knew he was upset that I had sex with someone, but he was the one who asked. I didn't want to lie to him. "Would you think about him if we ever did have sex?" he finally asked after a couple moments.

"No," I said truthully. "He is nothing but a terrible memory. I'll tell you about him one day." I reached out a hand and rested it on Harry's shoulder. I was a bit surprised when he didn't back away. "But, Harry, our relationship is just starting, and if you plan on having me stick around for a while, then we have plenty of time to explore with each other. I don't want to rush this, okay?"

Harry nodded, looking a bit relieved now that I wasn't talking about my former best friend. "Okay," he said.

I smiled and lowered my hand to his, gripping it gently. "Come on, Harry. Let's get you back to your dorm."

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"I don't know if this is a good idea," I fretted as I looked down at my best friend. His clothes were gone, as were mine, tossed in a dark corner of the room. I was thankful that it was a Hogsmeade day and our roommates were gone. But I had cast a locking charm then a silencing charm on the door so no one could eavesdrop; if one of our roommates tried to open the door, they'd think we were catching up on sleep.

"Are you scared, Talis?" my best friend teased, caressing my pebbly nipple with his fingertips.

I groaned, enjoying the touches. My buds were very sensitive, and he knew that. I rolled my hips against his, rubbing our hard lengths together. We moaned in unison. "I'm not scared," I muttered.

Light blue eyes glittered with impatience and amusement. "Are we going to do this or not?"

"You're not even the gay one and you're hornier than I am." I lowered my body down a little and prodded his tight slick entrance with the tip of my cock. Not too long ago I had prepared him the best I could, making him squirm and pant with need. "Are you ready?" I don't know why I asked. He was more than ready. But this was the first time either of us have done this, and I didn't want to hurt him.

My best friend nodded, tangling one hand in my hair and splaying the other on the small of my back. "Do it," he whispered.

I reached down and grabbed my dick. A torpedo of pleasure shot up my spine and clouded my vision. "Put your legs on my shoulders." I waited almost impatiently for him to do as he was told then poked at his entrance. "I'm putting it in." With his legs on my shoulders, it was easier to see what I was doing. I lined myself up and, with a low grunt, shoved myself inside. A thick groan escaped my lips at the tight, delicious heat that encased my cock.

"Ah! Talis!" Blue's eyes screwed shut and his face set in a grimace. "It's too big!"

I hushed him gently before pushing in further, bottoming out in a matter of seconds. "It's in," I whispered, leaning down toward his ear. I nibbled gently on the lobe to distract him from the pain. "It's okay, Blue. I won't move until you're ready." I backed away and the teenager below me opened his green eyes.

Wait. . . Green?

Light brunette hair darkened as if there was bleeding wound somewhere on his head until his silky strands were as black as shadows.

I felt a stirring in my groin.

I stared down at the teenager beneath me. Blue had been replaced by Harry, who face was darkening with a heavy blush. He whined and moved his hips upwards, forcing me to slide in at least another wasn't how Blue acted the first time we had sex. Harry was acting like a lover who was anxious to make love as if I had been gone for quite awhile and wanted to renew the feeling of me being inside him. It was a hell of a feeling, that unadultrated desire.

The button to my jeans was popped, then the zipper was tugged down. My erection sprang from the opening in my boxers. I gripped the hardened organ tightly. A sigh escaped my lips.

Harry blinked up at me, green eyes glazed with lust and. . . love? He tilted his head back as I withdrew until only the head was left inside then thrusted back in as gently as I could manage. My loose balls slapped against his gorgeous backside with every forward movement.

My grip tightened as I slid my hand up and down the shaft. I lowered my head to my pillow and moaned quietly.

The legs on my shoulder dropped to wrap tightly around my waist, heels digging into my backside, forcing me to go deeper and deeper. It seemed as if he had done this several times before; he knew exactly what to do. Then I felt the tip of my dick brush against something small and rough, and Harry nearly screamed.

"Ah! Uh!. . . T-Talis, again!"

I smirked down at the younger male and repeated the motion. I loved the face of pure ecstacy he made as he moaned loudly. The smacking sound our bodies made as we moved together echoed throughout the room. Harry's erection, trapped between us, brushed against my stomach; I could feel his dick leaving a sticky track of precum on my skin. I wasn't disgusted by the feeling. Instead it turned me on more. It was a sign that Harry was enjoying this.

Sweat formed on my brow as my hand fisted my cock almost painfully. Precum leaked out of the tip, soaking the top of my hand. I used the pre as lube, helping my hand move up and down smoothly. With every other stroke, I slid my thumb over the tip. The sensitive head weeped angrily, and I closed my eyes, another moan escaping my mouth.

"Talis! Ugh. . . I-I'm. . ." Harry's nails clawed at my back. He arched up into me. His hot cum splattered across our stomach in thick ropes. The sound that came from his mouth was a cross between a moan and a scream. It was the sexiest thing I have ever heard. His canal clutched at my intruding cock, constricting dangerously, until I couldn't take it anymore. My balls tightened, drawing themselves close to my body, and forced the cum up and out of my dick. I could feel the hot liquid burst from the tip to coat the inside of Harry's receiving body. My arms slid around Harry's shoulders, and I held onto him as I started to shake from the power of my orgasm. His backside milked my cock for all it's worth, and I enjoyed every moment of it.

"I love you, Talis." Harry's voice was breathless, but I heard every word. I held him tighter as he repeated himself. "I love you."

My hand and stomach was covered in hot semen. My breathing was labored. I must have looked a fright if someone happened to walk in and see me sprawled out on my bed with my spent cock resting on my stomach, head buried in my pillow, cum all over the place. Harry's voice echoed inside my head.

". . . I love you, Talis. . . I love you, Talis. . . I love you, Talis. . ."

I draped my clean arm over my eyes. "Damn it, Potter."

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Part nine of Lupur Cor. A big thanks to everyone who had reviewed and decided to follow this story. I really appreciate it. ^^

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