Disclaimer: I don't own Harry or his friends from Hogwarts. Even Ande is
not my creation. But that doesn't mean that I can't have fun with them!
Anyways, I give my respect to JK first, for the empire she has created, and
furthermore, the art she has inspired just on this site, and second, I give
out my admiration to the great GunOutOfTheRoses, who came up with the whole
premise for this one. (See chapter one, which you probably already have)
So, Enjoy!
** The Next Morning. Hee Hee. ***
Harry awoke very early the next morning, feeling almost more tired than when he had fallen asleep the night before, and feeling slightly lonely, as his bed seemed to have been vacated while he was sleeping. He got out of bed, trying to recall just exactly what had happened the night before, and it hit him like a tidal wave as the memories from less than 10 hours ago struck him all at once. He blushed. 'Where is Ande now?' he thought as he stumbled toward the shower to get what seemed to be a golden sheen off of his skin. Suddenly, he heard a moaning from the bed next to his.
"Ron?"
"Yeah?"
"You're up already?"
"What about you, mate?"
"Yeah, I." Harry froze, trying to remember the reason he had gotten up so early. Suddenly it hit him. Well, not really the idea, more the reason. He ran into the bathroom as fast as he could, into a stall, and leaned over the toilet to empty the contents of his stomach.
Seconds after the purgation had begun, he heard the same noise coming from the stall next to him. Apparently, they had both gotten up for the same reason. After about ten minutes, they both arose, and took to two neighboring sinks to wash off their faces. Both looking a little worse for the wear, they splashed their faces in cold water, and Harry just stared down into the sink, when a little bit of water splashed off of Ron, and landed in the sink. It was tinted gold, and sparkled in the harsh, bright lights of the bathroom.
It didn't take Harry long at all to realize what had happened.
"So, what did you think of his song?"
Without thinking, Ron burst out, "It was the most beautiful thing I've ever- "
Harry had never seen someone's face go from pale to bright red so fast before. Perhaps luckily for Ron, they both felt a repeat of the exercises of not more than five minutes ago coming on, or up, as it were.
After the retching was finished, there was a moment of tense silence, and Ron spoke. "Alright. We both are guilty. We know that, but nobody else does."
"But what about --?"
"Seamus, Dean, and Neville? They came in after you had finished, completely tired from a game of soccer Seamus had started, from what I could tell. I had taken Ande back by that point."
"How did you get to Professor Lupin without anyone seeing you?"
Ron squirmed, uneasily. "I. I used the cloak."
To Ron's relief, Harry didn't look angry in the slightest. He just sighed relief, saying, "Alright. We're safe. So, this never happened."
"Right."
"We have to get our stories straight, though. How did Ande get his feeding? Professor Lupin will want to know, and we can't hide that he's not hungry anymore."
Ron tried to rack his brain, but he couldn't come up with a single idea. Except for one. "Well, before we do that, we'd better clean off this gold stuff before the others awake."
"Alright."
Harry and Ron went to grab their shower stuff, and headed to separate stalls. There were three shower stalls in the bathroom, and they went to opposite ends. They each stepped in, took off their bedclothes, (Harry's were quite torn) and turned the showers on. Nothing happened. The heads refused to produce water. Grabbing their clothes and quickly throwing them back on, both boys stepped out into the main area of the bathroom, having already surmised the situation. Harry was the first to speak. "There's only one stall," Harry was interrupted by a moan from out in the bedroom. "and we don't have enough time for two showers."
Ron looked uneasily towards the bedroom, knowing this was the truth. "Alright, let's get in and make it quick." Ron, very secure in his, erm, endowments, quickly stripped down again, but Harry was more hesitant. Ron, eager to finish before the other boys got up, said, "It's alright Harry. It's respectable in size, and after Ande, I don't honestly think either of us compare."
Harry, momentarily comforted by this statement, realized what it meant. "You were watching!? And what do you mean, respectable!?"
Harry's own question was answered by the removal of Ron's last item of clothing. He understood why Ron really didn't care if Harry saw him naked, and why he was only 'respectable.'
"Yes, Harry," said Ron, trying to keep Harry from being so loud as to awake their roommates, "I watched and took notes for class. Harry? Harry?"
Harry was suddenly entranced by Ron, yet hadn't listened to a word he'd said. Ron grabbed Harry, shook him, and pushed him into the shower, where he subsequently turned on the water. The cold water. Harry immediately snapped out of it, and pulled Ron in with him.
They quickly realized that the stall was not built for two boys, and it was very difficult to move around inside. Each grabbed their bars of soap, but repeatedly dropped them, and bending over in the overcrowded shower was a difficult task. They also quickly realized that the golden sheen was not as easy to remove as they had hoped. Rubbing their hardest, they could barely get it off of their hands, but the rest was too difficult to reach in the crowded shower. Hearing more movement outside, they turned to each other, and consented wordlessly to what they knew they had to do.
Harry made first contact, starting at Ron's shoulders, rubbing as hard as he could on the slippery skin of his best friend. Quickly, though, they realized that the first objective was the hair, as when it was cleaned, the water that drained from it might only stain their bodies once more. Ron grabbed his shampoo and squirted some in his hand, rubbed it on the other, and began to lather on top of Harry's head. Harry's knees nearly gave out on him as the massage encircled and gently dug into his scalp. "Harry." Ron's voice snapped him back into reality, and he reached for his own shampoo, and repeated the process for Ron. It was not long before both boys were lost in the pleasurable massage, and bodies grew slowly closer in the falling water. Both sets of eyes closed, they did not notice the growth down below, or furthermore, the single set of eyes that had entered the bathroom and seen that the boys had forgotten to close the shower curtain. Quietly stepping forward, the Gryffindor drew the shower curtain silently across the rod at the top, and retreated to the bedroom to tell his roommates that the showers were malfunctioning, and the only remaining one was full. What it was full of, he did not say, but the others took the broken showers as a message from some blessed higher power that they were allowed to sleep in.
Meanwhile, still rapt in the pleasure of each other's scalp massages, the two boys had come to be so close they could feel each other's heat, but they did not resist as the final step was taken and their two chests gently collided in a quiet slap of water. The collision caused a reaction, however, but not one that was expected. Both boys leaned their heads forward, and fingers slipped off of scalp while lips made contact with lips.
Both boys knew only love for each other in that perfect moment, and the mark of the Andelion instantly vanished from their bodies. The boys stood there, unmoving, lips simply touching, but opened their eyes. Looking down, they both blushed, but also realized that as they had intended, the sheen was gone. Washing out the shampoo, they hurried to get out of the shower and back into the room, only to see that everyone was still asleep. Both boys breathed a sigh of relief, and returned to their beds to change into clothes for the day. Gladly, they noticed that, while soaked, the bed sheets did not have the golden sheen that they had just cleansed from themselves.
Ron pulled out his parchment from last night to make note of this, but noticed that the paper was empty, except for short poem, written in much clearer hand than his.
'About Andelions, so little is known, Because the places in which lust are thrown, Secrets are kept, and things have grown, But of the experience, nothing can be writ, Else the joys escape to throw the world into fit.'
Ron had never been good at interpreting poems, but he figured this one out pretty quickly. He thought for a moment, 'The Andelion's lust-making must be undocumentable. That's why people only write about its uses in potions. But throw the world into fit?' That one confused him. He was drawn out of his reflective state, however, by a very nice voice.
"Ron?"
"Yeah, Harry?"
"Let's get down to breakfast early. We'll head for the kitchens and ask Dobby for a few favors."
Ron understood, walked to where Harry could see him, and nodded. He would discuss his feelings later, because right now they were overpowered by a strange craving he had for chocolate pudding with graham cracker crumbs and pickles on top.
A/N: Yeah, I couldn't help but stick them in the shower together. It was irresistible, and it gave me an excuse to give more details about my conception of the Andelion. Coming up in the next chapter (but only if you review) the name of the Gryffindor who saw them! Well, maybe. Depends on how wicked I feel, which depends on whether or not I get my chocolate pudding with graham cracker crumbs and pickles on top. Mmm.
So, Enjoy!
** The Next Morning. Hee Hee. ***
Harry awoke very early the next morning, feeling almost more tired than when he had fallen asleep the night before, and feeling slightly lonely, as his bed seemed to have been vacated while he was sleeping. He got out of bed, trying to recall just exactly what had happened the night before, and it hit him like a tidal wave as the memories from less than 10 hours ago struck him all at once. He blushed. 'Where is Ande now?' he thought as he stumbled toward the shower to get what seemed to be a golden sheen off of his skin. Suddenly, he heard a moaning from the bed next to his.
"Ron?"
"Yeah?"
"You're up already?"
"What about you, mate?"
"Yeah, I." Harry froze, trying to remember the reason he had gotten up so early. Suddenly it hit him. Well, not really the idea, more the reason. He ran into the bathroom as fast as he could, into a stall, and leaned over the toilet to empty the contents of his stomach.
Seconds after the purgation had begun, he heard the same noise coming from the stall next to him. Apparently, they had both gotten up for the same reason. After about ten minutes, they both arose, and took to two neighboring sinks to wash off their faces. Both looking a little worse for the wear, they splashed their faces in cold water, and Harry just stared down into the sink, when a little bit of water splashed off of Ron, and landed in the sink. It was tinted gold, and sparkled in the harsh, bright lights of the bathroom.
It didn't take Harry long at all to realize what had happened.
"So, what did you think of his song?"
Without thinking, Ron burst out, "It was the most beautiful thing I've ever- "
Harry had never seen someone's face go from pale to bright red so fast before. Perhaps luckily for Ron, they both felt a repeat of the exercises of not more than five minutes ago coming on, or up, as it were.
After the retching was finished, there was a moment of tense silence, and Ron spoke. "Alright. We both are guilty. We know that, but nobody else does."
"But what about --?"
"Seamus, Dean, and Neville? They came in after you had finished, completely tired from a game of soccer Seamus had started, from what I could tell. I had taken Ande back by that point."
"How did you get to Professor Lupin without anyone seeing you?"
Ron squirmed, uneasily. "I. I used the cloak."
To Ron's relief, Harry didn't look angry in the slightest. He just sighed relief, saying, "Alright. We're safe. So, this never happened."
"Right."
"We have to get our stories straight, though. How did Ande get his feeding? Professor Lupin will want to know, and we can't hide that he's not hungry anymore."
Ron tried to rack his brain, but he couldn't come up with a single idea. Except for one. "Well, before we do that, we'd better clean off this gold stuff before the others awake."
"Alright."
Harry and Ron went to grab their shower stuff, and headed to separate stalls. There were three shower stalls in the bathroom, and they went to opposite ends. They each stepped in, took off their bedclothes, (Harry's were quite torn) and turned the showers on. Nothing happened. The heads refused to produce water. Grabbing their clothes and quickly throwing them back on, both boys stepped out into the main area of the bathroom, having already surmised the situation. Harry was the first to speak. "There's only one stall," Harry was interrupted by a moan from out in the bedroom. "and we don't have enough time for two showers."
Ron looked uneasily towards the bedroom, knowing this was the truth. "Alright, let's get in and make it quick." Ron, very secure in his, erm, endowments, quickly stripped down again, but Harry was more hesitant. Ron, eager to finish before the other boys got up, said, "It's alright Harry. It's respectable in size, and after Ande, I don't honestly think either of us compare."
Harry, momentarily comforted by this statement, realized what it meant. "You were watching!? And what do you mean, respectable!?"
Harry's own question was answered by the removal of Ron's last item of clothing. He understood why Ron really didn't care if Harry saw him naked, and why he was only 'respectable.'
"Yes, Harry," said Ron, trying to keep Harry from being so loud as to awake their roommates, "I watched and took notes for class. Harry? Harry?"
Harry was suddenly entranced by Ron, yet hadn't listened to a word he'd said. Ron grabbed Harry, shook him, and pushed him into the shower, where he subsequently turned on the water. The cold water. Harry immediately snapped out of it, and pulled Ron in with him.
They quickly realized that the stall was not built for two boys, and it was very difficult to move around inside. Each grabbed their bars of soap, but repeatedly dropped them, and bending over in the overcrowded shower was a difficult task. They also quickly realized that the golden sheen was not as easy to remove as they had hoped. Rubbing their hardest, they could barely get it off of their hands, but the rest was too difficult to reach in the crowded shower. Hearing more movement outside, they turned to each other, and consented wordlessly to what they knew they had to do.
Harry made first contact, starting at Ron's shoulders, rubbing as hard as he could on the slippery skin of his best friend. Quickly, though, they realized that the first objective was the hair, as when it was cleaned, the water that drained from it might only stain their bodies once more. Ron grabbed his shampoo and squirted some in his hand, rubbed it on the other, and began to lather on top of Harry's head. Harry's knees nearly gave out on him as the massage encircled and gently dug into his scalp. "Harry." Ron's voice snapped him back into reality, and he reached for his own shampoo, and repeated the process for Ron. It was not long before both boys were lost in the pleasurable massage, and bodies grew slowly closer in the falling water. Both sets of eyes closed, they did not notice the growth down below, or furthermore, the single set of eyes that had entered the bathroom and seen that the boys had forgotten to close the shower curtain. Quietly stepping forward, the Gryffindor drew the shower curtain silently across the rod at the top, and retreated to the bedroom to tell his roommates that the showers were malfunctioning, and the only remaining one was full. What it was full of, he did not say, but the others took the broken showers as a message from some blessed higher power that they were allowed to sleep in.
Meanwhile, still rapt in the pleasure of each other's scalp massages, the two boys had come to be so close they could feel each other's heat, but they did not resist as the final step was taken and their two chests gently collided in a quiet slap of water. The collision caused a reaction, however, but not one that was expected. Both boys leaned their heads forward, and fingers slipped off of scalp while lips made contact with lips.
Both boys knew only love for each other in that perfect moment, and the mark of the Andelion instantly vanished from their bodies. The boys stood there, unmoving, lips simply touching, but opened their eyes. Looking down, they both blushed, but also realized that as they had intended, the sheen was gone. Washing out the shampoo, they hurried to get out of the shower and back into the room, only to see that everyone was still asleep. Both boys breathed a sigh of relief, and returned to their beds to change into clothes for the day. Gladly, they noticed that, while soaked, the bed sheets did not have the golden sheen that they had just cleansed from themselves.
Ron pulled out his parchment from last night to make note of this, but noticed that the paper was empty, except for short poem, written in much clearer hand than his.
'About Andelions, so little is known, Because the places in which lust are thrown, Secrets are kept, and things have grown, But of the experience, nothing can be writ, Else the joys escape to throw the world into fit.'
Ron had never been good at interpreting poems, but he figured this one out pretty quickly. He thought for a moment, 'The Andelion's lust-making must be undocumentable. That's why people only write about its uses in potions. But throw the world into fit?' That one confused him. He was drawn out of his reflective state, however, by a very nice voice.
"Ron?"
"Yeah, Harry?"
"Let's get down to breakfast early. We'll head for the kitchens and ask Dobby for a few favors."
Ron understood, walked to where Harry could see him, and nodded. He would discuss his feelings later, because right now they were overpowered by a strange craving he had for chocolate pudding with graham cracker crumbs and pickles on top.
A/N: Yeah, I couldn't help but stick them in the shower together. It was irresistible, and it gave me an excuse to give more details about my conception of the Andelion. Coming up in the next chapter (but only if you review) the name of the Gryffindor who saw them! Well, maybe. Depends on how wicked I feel, which depends on whether or not I get my chocolate pudding with graham cracker crumbs and pickles on top. Mmm.
