03# Cheating Chitchats
Harry sat in the kitchen, when the heard the "plop" in the fireplace. Lazily, he sat down his coffee and went over to the living room, where Hermione Granger's head sat between the flames, her forehead lined with worries and her eyes slightly reddened.
He looked at her and scowled.
"What are ye doing here, Granger? Thought you'd prefer ye straight Ministry- work?"
"Oh - Harry! You're here, I was so worried after that article this morning, and I just had to look in to make sure you were all right! Oh, I'm so sorry I never contacted you, but I'm so stressed with all the work and the counseling and all, I just couldn't deal with you jet."
"Slow down. What counseling?"
"I.I needed a counselor after R.Ron's death. I had to, because of my suicide attempt."
"Hermione."
"I'm sorry."
"No, I mean, it's - why didn't you tell me?"
"I couldn't bear your presence. You reminded me too much on him, on us three."
"But you're better now?"
"Yeah, pretty good actually.I'm fine."
"Why don't ye come over for a coffee or whatever you like?"
"I'm right there!" she flooed over, "Hi!"
"Hi, Hermione. You look good."
"Thanks. You don't look bad yourself."
"So what was this article actually about?"
"You.you didn't read it?"
"I don't get the Daily Prophet anymore. If I want some news, I ask somebody else."
"Oh, I see. Well, it was. ridiculous, I mean, YOU being seduced by Lucius Malfoy and later kind of kidnapped in a drunken state is quite insane, isn't it?"
"Uh - well, it's.weird!"
"There, I brought the copy - see!"
Harry looked down at the paper in his hand. There was a photograph of Lucius Malfoy carrying him down Nocturne Alley, looking quite pissed, both of them. He grinned and read the article beyond: "young man seduced by potential criminal. charges never fully cleared.old grudges.possible harm for the boy" - Moment! He wasn't a boy anymore!
"What's so amusing, Harry?"
"Oh - just that text this reporter wrote about Lucius and me, it's hard to believe that half of it is actually true! I mean - nobody truly believes that, do they?"
"W.what do you mean by TRUE?!"
"That I got pissed with Malfoy, had a nice, little encounter at his house, a bad headache in the morning and all that is in the news! How do they do this - spying on me 24 hours a day?"
"You don't want to tell me you got drunk with Lucius Malfoy and slept at his house, do you?"
"In his bed, to be more precise."
"WHAT? Are you crazy? He could have stabbed you in your sleep."
"I was quite awake, when he did, though in other ways you might have imagined."
"NO! I won't take that seriously - you.you didn't. Tell me you didn't get laid by Malfoy!"
"Sorry, Hermione. As I always say: Too late to close ye legs afterwards!"
She looked at him in horror and closed her eyes several times, before she spoke again.
"Harold James Potter, I came here with the intention to renew our friendship, but under given circumstances I won't make that step. I cannot believe that you, of all people, get involved with a former Death Eater."
"Found NOT guilty."
"You don't seriously believe that shit?"
"No, I don't."
"Harry, he messed with dark arts, badly! There is no help for him!"
"I do not intend to help him."
"But I thought you two were-"
"Involved? Ridiculous, it was only one night, Hermione!"
"I.I - then what are you, but a whore? If he doesn't love you?"
"Then he's as much a whore as am I, babe."
"What happened to you, I don't recognize you anymore!" she shook her head and flooed out, not saying goodbye or anything, just leaving him behind, dumb folded.
"Fuck you, mudblood!"
~*~
It was later that day, when Lucius had made the decision to follow the boy's advice to leave the old, dark manor behind - like his past life. Harry was right - he had to go on!
Slightly chuckling, he wondered what an impact the young man had on his life within only one, single damned night. The following report in the Prophet was really annoying - another reason to change his address. No more paparazzi at the front door. The old wards did a good job, then and now, against aurors and crimes as much as against reporters!
"Really useful, indeed!" he mused and summoned a house-elf: "Pack my things, Millie!"
~*~
Harry was pissed. No that this was a new thing in his life. He couldn't remember a day since fourth year he had not been pissed at all. Most likely because there was none.
So he went out to his favorite bar, the Mewling Monkey, and ordered a bottle, forgetting Lucius words about alcohol consume. But hell, what should he stop for anyway?
The pub was sticky, like always, but instead of his usual place at the bar, he took a seat in one of the edges, observing the other guests and sipping his drinks. He recognized a few, that he had seen here before and even an old schoolmate of his.
He raised his hand in silent acknowledgement to Zabini, who sat some tables away from him, but came over to Harry's place, taking his drink with him.
"Hi Potter. Has been a while. What are you doing here?"
"Getting pissed, what else? You?"
"The same. So, what are you doing, if you don't get pissed?"
"Let's see - get laid by blonde, old wizards with much money, getting pissed, sleep, drink, talk to old friends and get even more pissed, why?"
"Oh, never mind. So you really have a thing with Malfoy?"
"Oh no, just a one-night, nothing serious!"
"Thought so. Lucius hasn't been up to much lately, if you understand what I mean."
"Really? He seemed quite lively to me."
"Did he? Haven't seen him in ages. So - no big love in Potty's life, no?"
"No, and sod off, if you want to keep on that kind f conversation, Zabini."
"Not for talking, I see. Maybe something more.physical?"
"I'll think about it."
"I thought more about NOW."
"Got it, Zabini, just needed a few seconds. It's fine with me, by the way."
"Good. Where do you want to go?"
"Your place is fine, I guess."
"Not really, I'm living with some other guys. Some get pretty upset, when I bring a male."
"So you're into both."
"Yeah, do you mind?"
"Not at all, then let's go to my place."
"Lead the way, then."
"Just five minutes to go from here."
"I see. Do I get breakfast?"
"We'll see about that."
They walked in silence, entering the small staircase of number 666, until they reached the third floor. Harry deactivated the wards and they got in, closing the door behind them.
Harry led the way straight to the bedroom, where he peeled of his cloak, before he faced Zabini again, who just had stripped down completely and smiled seductively at the other.
"How do you like it, Potter? Rough or sensual, bloody or vanilla?"
"I can live with both, though today should be rough, if you don't mind."
"Not at all. Top or bottom?"
"Bottom. I need a kick, haven't had that in month. Anything else?"
"Strip. Bed. Spread."
Harry smiled darkly and striped down quickly, before he crawled onto the bed and smiled innocently.
"Fuck me, would you?"
"You better be careful, I'll take you harder than you can bloody imagine."
"The lube is in the top-drawer. Take the blue one, that's better."
"Good. Turn around. Ass up."
Zabini didn't bother with a longer foreplay, when he prepared the Gryffindor sparely and coated himself with the lube, before he pushed forward. Harry groaned and bit his lower lip not to scream. Blaise had meant it, when he said hard. But it was exactly what he needed.
~*~
He didn't stay for breakfast, Harry noticed, when he awoke in the morning, his back aching from the uncomfortable angle he had slept in, his back rather sore from the nightly activities.
Zabini was gone, as was the case with the money he kept in the drawer beside the bed. The bitch must have seen it, when he fetched the lubricant, Harry thought angrily and got up to get some coffee. He needed that stuff even more that the fire whiskey at the Monkey!
Damn Zabini!
Harry sat in the kitchen, when the heard the "plop" in the fireplace. Lazily, he sat down his coffee and went over to the living room, where Hermione Granger's head sat between the flames, her forehead lined with worries and her eyes slightly reddened.
He looked at her and scowled.
"What are ye doing here, Granger? Thought you'd prefer ye straight Ministry- work?"
"Oh - Harry! You're here, I was so worried after that article this morning, and I just had to look in to make sure you were all right! Oh, I'm so sorry I never contacted you, but I'm so stressed with all the work and the counseling and all, I just couldn't deal with you jet."
"Slow down. What counseling?"
"I.I needed a counselor after R.Ron's death. I had to, because of my suicide attempt."
"Hermione."
"I'm sorry."
"No, I mean, it's - why didn't you tell me?"
"I couldn't bear your presence. You reminded me too much on him, on us three."
"But you're better now?"
"Yeah, pretty good actually.I'm fine."
"Why don't ye come over for a coffee or whatever you like?"
"I'm right there!" she flooed over, "Hi!"
"Hi, Hermione. You look good."
"Thanks. You don't look bad yourself."
"So what was this article actually about?"
"You.you didn't read it?"
"I don't get the Daily Prophet anymore. If I want some news, I ask somebody else."
"Oh, I see. Well, it was. ridiculous, I mean, YOU being seduced by Lucius Malfoy and later kind of kidnapped in a drunken state is quite insane, isn't it?"
"Uh - well, it's.weird!"
"There, I brought the copy - see!"
Harry looked down at the paper in his hand. There was a photograph of Lucius Malfoy carrying him down Nocturne Alley, looking quite pissed, both of them. He grinned and read the article beyond: "young man seduced by potential criminal. charges never fully cleared.old grudges.possible harm for the boy" - Moment! He wasn't a boy anymore!
"What's so amusing, Harry?"
"Oh - just that text this reporter wrote about Lucius and me, it's hard to believe that half of it is actually true! I mean - nobody truly believes that, do they?"
"W.what do you mean by TRUE?!"
"That I got pissed with Malfoy, had a nice, little encounter at his house, a bad headache in the morning and all that is in the news! How do they do this - spying on me 24 hours a day?"
"You don't want to tell me you got drunk with Lucius Malfoy and slept at his house, do you?"
"In his bed, to be more precise."
"WHAT? Are you crazy? He could have stabbed you in your sleep."
"I was quite awake, when he did, though in other ways you might have imagined."
"NO! I won't take that seriously - you.you didn't. Tell me you didn't get laid by Malfoy!"
"Sorry, Hermione. As I always say: Too late to close ye legs afterwards!"
She looked at him in horror and closed her eyes several times, before she spoke again.
"Harold James Potter, I came here with the intention to renew our friendship, but under given circumstances I won't make that step. I cannot believe that you, of all people, get involved with a former Death Eater."
"Found NOT guilty."
"You don't seriously believe that shit?"
"No, I don't."
"Harry, he messed with dark arts, badly! There is no help for him!"
"I do not intend to help him."
"But I thought you two were-"
"Involved? Ridiculous, it was only one night, Hermione!"
"I.I - then what are you, but a whore? If he doesn't love you?"
"Then he's as much a whore as am I, babe."
"What happened to you, I don't recognize you anymore!" she shook her head and flooed out, not saying goodbye or anything, just leaving him behind, dumb folded.
"Fuck you, mudblood!"
~*~
It was later that day, when Lucius had made the decision to follow the boy's advice to leave the old, dark manor behind - like his past life. Harry was right - he had to go on!
Slightly chuckling, he wondered what an impact the young man had on his life within only one, single damned night. The following report in the Prophet was really annoying - another reason to change his address. No more paparazzi at the front door. The old wards did a good job, then and now, against aurors and crimes as much as against reporters!
"Really useful, indeed!" he mused and summoned a house-elf: "Pack my things, Millie!"
~*~
Harry was pissed. No that this was a new thing in his life. He couldn't remember a day since fourth year he had not been pissed at all. Most likely because there was none.
So he went out to his favorite bar, the Mewling Monkey, and ordered a bottle, forgetting Lucius words about alcohol consume. But hell, what should he stop for anyway?
The pub was sticky, like always, but instead of his usual place at the bar, he took a seat in one of the edges, observing the other guests and sipping his drinks. He recognized a few, that he had seen here before and even an old schoolmate of his.
He raised his hand in silent acknowledgement to Zabini, who sat some tables away from him, but came over to Harry's place, taking his drink with him.
"Hi Potter. Has been a while. What are you doing here?"
"Getting pissed, what else? You?"
"The same. So, what are you doing, if you don't get pissed?"
"Let's see - get laid by blonde, old wizards with much money, getting pissed, sleep, drink, talk to old friends and get even more pissed, why?"
"Oh, never mind. So you really have a thing with Malfoy?"
"Oh no, just a one-night, nothing serious!"
"Thought so. Lucius hasn't been up to much lately, if you understand what I mean."
"Really? He seemed quite lively to me."
"Did he? Haven't seen him in ages. So - no big love in Potty's life, no?"
"No, and sod off, if you want to keep on that kind f conversation, Zabini."
"Not for talking, I see. Maybe something more.physical?"
"I'll think about it."
"I thought more about NOW."
"Got it, Zabini, just needed a few seconds. It's fine with me, by the way."
"Good. Where do you want to go?"
"Your place is fine, I guess."
"Not really, I'm living with some other guys. Some get pretty upset, when I bring a male."
"So you're into both."
"Yeah, do you mind?"
"Not at all, then let's go to my place."
"Lead the way, then."
"Just five minutes to go from here."
"I see. Do I get breakfast?"
"We'll see about that."
They walked in silence, entering the small staircase of number 666, until they reached the third floor. Harry deactivated the wards and they got in, closing the door behind them.
Harry led the way straight to the bedroom, where he peeled of his cloak, before he faced Zabini again, who just had stripped down completely and smiled seductively at the other.
"How do you like it, Potter? Rough or sensual, bloody or vanilla?"
"I can live with both, though today should be rough, if you don't mind."
"Not at all. Top or bottom?"
"Bottom. I need a kick, haven't had that in month. Anything else?"
"Strip. Bed. Spread."
Harry smiled darkly and striped down quickly, before he crawled onto the bed and smiled innocently.
"Fuck me, would you?"
"You better be careful, I'll take you harder than you can bloody imagine."
"The lube is in the top-drawer. Take the blue one, that's better."
"Good. Turn around. Ass up."
Zabini didn't bother with a longer foreplay, when he prepared the Gryffindor sparely and coated himself with the lube, before he pushed forward. Harry groaned and bit his lower lip not to scream. Blaise had meant it, when he said hard. But it was exactly what he needed.
~*~
He didn't stay for breakfast, Harry noticed, when he awoke in the morning, his back aching from the uncomfortable angle he had slept in, his back rather sore from the nightly activities.
Zabini was gone, as was the case with the money he kept in the drawer beside the bed. The bitch must have seen it, when he fetched the lubricant, Harry thought angrily and got up to get some coffee. He needed that stuff even more that the fire whiskey at the Monkey!
Damn Zabini!