I'm so sorry this has taken so long; I continue to have writer's block and ridiculous amounts of schoolwork to take care of. And I'm sorry for everybody who was pulling for Harry to resist Mike...he's only human, after all.
Amazingly enough, this is the first fic that I've ever written that I actually know what's going to happen all the way to the end. All I have to concetrate on now is just getting the chapters out. Anyway, thanks for reviewing so much, and here's the next chapter...
St. Brutus's Program for Incurably Homosexual Boys...
by AnonymousBystander
Chapter Six - Ill Conceived
Albus Dumbledore surveyed Hermione and Draco closely, who were still unsteady and surprised by the coming of the unexpected orgasm, his normally clear eyes clouded with emotion and confusion. Thoughts scrambled around his head, grappling at each other, all of his suspicions possible, but more unlikely than the last. In what situation would Harry have an orgasm? True, it could be innocent masturbation, but if Harry was in danger, why would he masturbate. And if he wasn't in danger, why hadn't he written?
One idea stood out in Dumbledore's mind more than any other. He knew of a type of torture that involved inducing orgasms, then stopping them right in the middle. It was truly a torturous method, and Dumbledore had known Voldemort to have used it before. Yes, this was likely the most reasonable explanation, but it meant Harry was in extreme danger.
Finally, confirming this thought in his head, he spoke to his students, who were still breathing heavily. "Draco, Hermione, I'm not sure what this means. I have a feeling that Harry could be in great danger - possibly already in the custody of Lord Voldemort." The two gasped, not out of fear of hearing the Name, but in horror that Harry was in danger. "I am going to go after him, to try and save him."
Draco stood up immediately, "I'm coming with you."
"So am I!" Hermione said forcefully, also rising.
"No!" said Dumbledore. "This is very dangerous. I don't know where Harry is, or what situation he's in, so we must be careful, and I cannot risk any student casualties, do you understand me?"
Draco was steadfast. "Harry dueled Voldemort all by himself two years ago! I'm in love with him, and dammit, I'm going with you. Hermione's been his best friend since the first year, and she's coming too."
Hermione looked at him, surprised that he had stood up for her, then looked back at Dumbledore defiantly.
Dumbledore sighed deeply and looked away. "Very well," he said reluctantly. "I can see that there is no stopping you. You may come along, but I did warn you."
Then Hermione said something that had been nagging at her brain for the past few minutes. "Professor," she said, "How are we even going to find Harry? He could be anywhere."
To her surprise, Dumbledore smiled slightly. "I have my methods. This is a very useful spell."
He pulled out his wand and grabbed a piece of old parchment sitting on his desk. Holding his wand perpendicular to the paper, he said, "Locate Harry Potter mihi!" From his wand tip, ink began to curl into very fancy, intricate letters, that spelled out, "St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys, London."
Draco lunged for the paper and cried out, "Let's go," but Dumbledore held him back.
"No, Draco," he said. "We're going to have to go there well rested. It's late. You should get some sleep, and we can go in the morning."
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Warm, so warm. Light hit Harry's face, but for a moment he stayed in that area of conciousness right between sleep and walkefulness, and he kept his eyes closed, wanting to prolong his rest. His back was pressed up against something warm and soft. Mmmm, he thought as he snuggled into the strong arms that held him.
"Love you, Drake," he whispered.
Then his mind hit full conciousness, and he realized that there was no way that it could have been Draco holding him. He turned over lightening-fast, looked into Mike's face, and screamed.
"No!" he cried! "No...oh, god."
Mike's eyes snapped open.
"Morning, Harry," he yawned sleepily, leaning forward to kiss Harry.
Harry pushed him away roughly, pain eating at his insides, tears starting to leak down his face.
"What - what's wrong?" Mike stammered, taken aback by this behavior.
"No," moaned Harry, pulling his knees up to his face, and sobbing. "I'm sorry, Drake. I'm sorry. Oh, god, please forgive me."
At the crying noise, the other occupants of the room looked up and moved cautiously towards Harry's bed. Mike, with a guilty look upon his face, lay next to him, not realizing that both were naked, and that the sheet, in all of the activity, had been pushed down to the end of the bed.
Troy leaned over to his twin. "I hope they don't realize that."
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A/N - I hope you liked it. I'll try to get it out sooner next time.
Amazingly enough, this is the first fic that I've ever written that I actually know what's going to happen all the way to the end. All I have to concetrate on now is just getting the chapters out. Anyway, thanks for reviewing so much, and here's the next chapter...
St. Brutus's Program for Incurably Homosexual Boys...
by AnonymousBystander
Chapter Six - Ill Conceived
Albus Dumbledore surveyed Hermione and Draco closely, who were still unsteady and surprised by the coming of the unexpected orgasm, his normally clear eyes clouded with emotion and confusion. Thoughts scrambled around his head, grappling at each other, all of his suspicions possible, but more unlikely than the last. In what situation would Harry have an orgasm? True, it could be innocent masturbation, but if Harry was in danger, why would he masturbate. And if he wasn't in danger, why hadn't he written?
One idea stood out in Dumbledore's mind more than any other. He knew of a type of torture that involved inducing orgasms, then stopping them right in the middle. It was truly a torturous method, and Dumbledore had known Voldemort to have used it before. Yes, this was likely the most reasonable explanation, but it meant Harry was in extreme danger.
Finally, confirming this thought in his head, he spoke to his students, who were still breathing heavily. "Draco, Hermione, I'm not sure what this means. I have a feeling that Harry could be in great danger - possibly already in the custody of Lord Voldemort." The two gasped, not out of fear of hearing the Name, but in horror that Harry was in danger. "I am going to go after him, to try and save him."
Draco stood up immediately, "I'm coming with you."
"So am I!" Hermione said forcefully, also rising.
"No!" said Dumbledore. "This is very dangerous. I don't know where Harry is, or what situation he's in, so we must be careful, and I cannot risk any student casualties, do you understand me?"
Draco was steadfast. "Harry dueled Voldemort all by himself two years ago! I'm in love with him, and dammit, I'm going with you. Hermione's been his best friend since the first year, and she's coming too."
Hermione looked at him, surprised that he had stood up for her, then looked back at Dumbledore defiantly.
Dumbledore sighed deeply and looked away. "Very well," he said reluctantly. "I can see that there is no stopping you. You may come along, but I did warn you."
Then Hermione said something that had been nagging at her brain for the past few minutes. "Professor," she said, "How are we even going to find Harry? He could be anywhere."
To her surprise, Dumbledore smiled slightly. "I have my methods. This is a very useful spell."
He pulled out his wand and grabbed a piece of old parchment sitting on his desk. Holding his wand perpendicular to the paper, he said, "Locate Harry Potter mihi!" From his wand tip, ink began to curl into very fancy, intricate letters, that spelled out, "St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys, London."
Draco lunged for the paper and cried out, "Let's go," but Dumbledore held him back.
"No, Draco," he said. "We're going to have to go there well rested. It's late. You should get some sleep, and we can go in the morning."
----
Warm, so warm. Light hit Harry's face, but for a moment he stayed in that area of conciousness right between sleep and walkefulness, and he kept his eyes closed, wanting to prolong his rest. His back was pressed up against something warm and soft. Mmmm, he thought as he snuggled into the strong arms that held him.
"Love you, Drake," he whispered.
Then his mind hit full conciousness, and he realized that there was no way that it could have been Draco holding him. He turned over lightening-fast, looked into Mike's face, and screamed.
"No!" he cried! "No...oh, god."
Mike's eyes snapped open.
"Morning, Harry," he yawned sleepily, leaning forward to kiss Harry.
Harry pushed him away roughly, pain eating at his insides, tears starting to leak down his face.
"What - what's wrong?" Mike stammered, taken aback by this behavior.
"No," moaned Harry, pulling his knees up to his face, and sobbing. "I'm sorry, Drake. I'm sorry. Oh, god, please forgive me."
At the crying noise, the other occupants of the room looked up and moved cautiously towards Harry's bed. Mike, with a guilty look upon his face, lay next to him, not realizing that both were naked, and that the sheet, in all of the activity, had been pushed down to the end of the bed.
Troy leaned over to his twin. "I hope they don't realize that."
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A/N - I hope you liked it. I'll try to get it out sooner next time.