Ron was waking him from his dream. Harry groaned and shook his head to wake
himself up a bit. It was too soon to be awakened. It was just getting good
too. Harry and Voldemort had finished a steamy shower and Malfoy was
getting ready to blow Harry when Ron started to push at his shoulder. It
was too sweet a dream to forget. He stored it deep in his mind so he would
never forget it.
Hermione stood at the platform talking to Draco. He was very red and pushing his finger in her face. She covered her eyes and turned away. Harry ran over to greet Malfoy, without thinking about his trunks. The moment he arrived, Hermione's tears dried up and she stood straight.
"What's going on here?" Harry asked, wanting to kick himself for that. Malfoy probably thought he was coming over to confront him about something. Harry just really wanted to reach out and run his hand down Malfoy's creamy pale skin, then kiss his pink tinged lips until they fell off.
"None of you business Potter." Malfoy spat. Harry looked away and missed Draco mouth something to Hermione before he turned on his heel and headed for the train.
"Come help me with my stuff," Harry said after Malfoy disappeared completely. Ron was already on the train and had found a compartment for them. Harry and Hermione loaded their things up and then joined Ron. Hermione stared out the window with a sad expression. Harry rested his head in his lap, thinking about how to tell his friends he was gay. He sighed and looked at the ground and tried to count all the specks of dirt.
"Last year of school, eh?" Ron said trying to break the silence. Harry looked up and at Hermione, then Ron.
"Guys, I have something REALLY big to tell you," he said, palms starting to sweat. Hermione's eyes widened and Ron turned to him.
"What is it?" Hermione asked in a soothing voice, trying to get it out of him. Harry bit his lip.
"Guys, I'm . . .well, I'm gay." He said. Ron's tense expression relaxed and Hermione went back to looking out her window. Harry sat dumbfounded. He just let out his biggest secret, and got zero reaction. What gave?
"Is that all Harry? I thought it was something important," Hermione said, not looking back at him.
"Yes, why are you two so cool with it?" he asked. He heard coming out was a big deal. It seemed as natural as telling the school nurse that you in fact did throw up that morning or telling a gym teacher his butt looked cute today.
"Duh. We've known you were gay since first year. It's so obvious. Everyone knows," Ron said. Harry smiled.
"Well THAT'S a relief." There was a knock at the compartment door and Hermione ran to it and thrust it open. It was Malfoy. Alone. He looked at Hermione and she looked back at her friends. Malfoy had a smile on his face and it seemed to cheer Hermione up. She whispered something in his ear and he left.
"Be right back, some official Head Girl business." She said. Everyone knew that Hermione would be Head Girl, and shockingly, Draco was Head Boy. Hermione left the compartment and Harry and Ron sat silent. A minute after Hermione left they heard banging against the wall in the compartment next to them. Someone was screaming, OH YES DRACO! YES! FUCK ME YOUR MAJESTY! It was Hermione. Ron began to slip his hands down his pants then looked at Harry, pulling his hand back.
"Sorry, it was just turning me on a bit . . ." Harry shrugged.
"Knock yourself out. Watching you get off makes me get off, and I need to blow some steam," Harry said, also reaching into his pants. After twenty minutes, everyone was done and a satisfied Hermione came back to a satisfied Ron and a satisfied Harry. They all fell asleep moments later, and dreamed of their lovers. Harry snuggled up in the corner and thought about asking Hermione how good of a lay Malfoy was. He could always force sex onto him one evening, in the Head Boys quarters, and then place a strong memory charm on him. But how would that go over with Hermione? He thought about his plans and remembered it was going to be a year since he and Voldemort met up. By now it was so obvious that he would come back and try to destroy Harry yet again, but this time Harry was ready for him. Him and all his manliness.
Everyone sat in the Great Hall, waiting the new first years to be sorted. After the sorting ceremony happened, the seventh years all sat together at the head of the table. The girls were talking about which guys had the biggest dicks and how many times they fucked guys from different houses. Harry tried to listen in to see what guys were the best, but Ron distracted him.
"Guys! Harry finally publicly came out!" He said. All the guys clapped for him.
"It's about time too Harry, if I had to watch you get an erection secretly over Malfoy and say it was from that Hufflepuff one more time I would have killed myself!" Dean said. Everyone nodded their heads in agreement. Harry shrugged. At least his friends were happy with him. Harry looked over at the staff table. Snape was staring at him with a different kind of look. Not his normal angry expression, but a relaxed, maybe happy, expression. Snape's eyes narrowed and he waved to him. Harry looked around and then back at Snape. He waved hi back and then looked away, feeling awkward.
"So Harry, who is the lucky guy you're looking to get in the sack?" Seamus asked after a minute of silence. Harry looked at Draco, grinned, then back at the guys.
"Well, I do think Malfoy would be a good lay," he said with a grin. Neville's head jerked and he looked at Harry.
"You bitch! I wanted to fuck Malfoy!" he said. All the guys looked at him and their mouths dropped. Neville simply shrugged. "I'm bi," he said innocently and the other nodded. No wonder Neville would give the guys hand jobs willingly! At the staff table, Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledor were talking hunched over. Harry nudged Ron and pointed at them
"What's up with them?" Harry asked. He had never seen such a look in McGonagalls eyes. Or such an expression on Dumbledors face. Ron looked over and shrugged.
"Dunno. Maybe they are getting ready to fuck or something?" Ron said, and then made a face. It made him sick to think about those two doing it at their age. It was just plain wrong and it should never happen. Harry sighed and noticed the hall began to clear out.
"Well I guess that's the feast," Harry said watching Malfoy across the room. Everyone but Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledor left. They sat at the staff table, laughing about when they went they killed Mr. Norris on Flinch one night when they were drunk and blamed it on Professor Snape.
"That was the best thing ever," Professor McGonagall said, sipping more red wine. Professor Dumbledor nodded.
"Indeed it was. I almost got you in the sack but you came to before I could." Professor McGonagall laughed and put her drink down.
"Lets get out of here," she said, and then took Professor Dumbledors hand. It was good to be back at Hogwarts.
Hermione stood at the platform talking to Draco. He was very red and pushing his finger in her face. She covered her eyes and turned away. Harry ran over to greet Malfoy, without thinking about his trunks. The moment he arrived, Hermione's tears dried up and she stood straight.
"What's going on here?" Harry asked, wanting to kick himself for that. Malfoy probably thought he was coming over to confront him about something. Harry just really wanted to reach out and run his hand down Malfoy's creamy pale skin, then kiss his pink tinged lips until they fell off.
"None of you business Potter." Malfoy spat. Harry looked away and missed Draco mouth something to Hermione before he turned on his heel and headed for the train.
"Come help me with my stuff," Harry said after Malfoy disappeared completely. Ron was already on the train and had found a compartment for them. Harry and Hermione loaded their things up and then joined Ron. Hermione stared out the window with a sad expression. Harry rested his head in his lap, thinking about how to tell his friends he was gay. He sighed and looked at the ground and tried to count all the specks of dirt.
"Last year of school, eh?" Ron said trying to break the silence. Harry looked up and at Hermione, then Ron.
"Guys, I have something REALLY big to tell you," he said, palms starting to sweat. Hermione's eyes widened and Ron turned to him.
"What is it?" Hermione asked in a soothing voice, trying to get it out of him. Harry bit his lip.
"Guys, I'm . . .well, I'm gay." He said. Ron's tense expression relaxed and Hermione went back to looking out her window. Harry sat dumbfounded. He just let out his biggest secret, and got zero reaction. What gave?
"Is that all Harry? I thought it was something important," Hermione said, not looking back at him.
"Yes, why are you two so cool with it?" he asked. He heard coming out was a big deal. It seemed as natural as telling the school nurse that you in fact did throw up that morning or telling a gym teacher his butt looked cute today.
"Duh. We've known you were gay since first year. It's so obvious. Everyone knows," Ron said. Harry smiled.
"Well THAT'S a relief." There was a knock at the compartment door and Hermione ran to it and thrust it open. It was Malfoy. Alone. He looked at Hermione and she looked back at her friends. Malfoy had a smile on his face and it seemed to cheer Hermione up. She whispered something in his ear and he left.
"Be right back, some official Head Girl business." She said. Everyone knew that Hermione would be Head Girl, and shockingly, Draco was Head Boy. Hermione left the compartment and Harry and Ron sat silent. A minute after Hermione left they heard banging against the wall in the compartment next to them. Someone was screaming, OH YES DRACO! YES! FUCK ME YOUR MAJESTY! It was Hermione. Ron began to slip his hands down his pants then looked at Harry, pulling his hand back.
"Sorry, it was just turning me on a bit . . ." Harry shrugged.
"Knock yourself out. Watching you get off makes me get off, and I need to blow some steam," Harry said, also reaching into his pants. After twenty minutes, everyone was done and a satisfied Hermione came back to a satisfied Ron and a satisfied Harry. They all fell asleep moments later, and dreamed of their lovers. Harry snuggled up in the corner and thought about asking Hermione how good of a lay Malfoy was. He could always force sex onto him one evening, in the Head Boys quarters, and then place a strong memory charm on him. But how would that go over with Hermione? He thought about his plans and remembered it was going to be a year since he and Voldemort met up. By now it was so obvious that he would come back and try to destroy Harry yet again, but this time Harry was ready for him. Him and all his manliness.
Everyone sat in the Great Hall, waiting the new first years to be sorted. After the sorting ceremony happened, the seventh years all sat together at the head of the table. The girls were talking about which guys had the biggest dicks and how many times they fucked guys from different houses. Harry tried to listen in to see what guys were the best, but Ron distracted him.
"Guys! Harry finally publicly came out!" He said. All the guys clapped for him.
"It's about time too Harry, if I had to watch you get an erection secretly over Malfoy and say it was from that Hufflepuff one more time I would have killed myself!" Dean said. Everyone nodded their heads in agreement. Harry shrugged. At least his friends were happy with him. Harry looked over at the staff table. Snape was staring at him with a different kind of look. Not his normal angry expression, but a relaxed, maybe happy, expression. Snape's eyes narrowed and he waved to him. Harry looked around and then back at Snape. He waved hi back and then looked away, feeling awkward.
"So Harry, who is the lucky guy you're looking to get in the sack?" Seamus asked after a minute of silence. Harry looked at Draco, grinned, then back at the guys.
"Well, I do think Malfoy would be a good lay," he said with a grin. Neville's head jerked and he looked at Harry.
"You bitch! I wanted to fuck Malfoy!" he said. All the guys looked at him and their mouths dropped. Neville simply shrugged. "I'm bi," he said innocently and the other nodded. No wonder Neville would give the guys hand jobs willingly! At the staff table, Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledor were talking hunched over. Harry nudged Ron and pointed at them
"What's up with them?" Harry asked. He had never seen such a look in McGonagalls eyes. Or such an expression on Dumbledors face. Ron looked over and shrugged.
"Dunno. Maybe they are getting ready to fuck or something?" Ron said, and then made a face. It made him sick to think about those two doing it at their age. It was just plain wrong and it should never happen. Harry sighed and noticed the hall began to clear out.
"Well I guess that's the feast," Harry said watching Malfoy across the room. Everyone but Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledor left. They sat at the staff table, laughing about when they went they killed Mr. Norris on Flinch one night when they were drunk and blamed it on Professor Snape.
"That was the best thing ever," Professor McGonagall said, sipping more red wine. Professor Dumbledor nodded.
"Indeed it was. I almost got you in the sack but you came to before I could." Professor McGonagall laughed and put her drink down.
"Lets get out of here," she said, and then took Professor Dumbledors hand. It was good to be back at Hogwarts.