Coffee and Fishnets
Premise: Harry reminisces about past loves/flings and eventually meets a new one he wasn't expecting to have while he tries to repress horrifying memories...
Warning: Slash-slash-slashity-slash-slash-slash!
Rating: R...at least for language at this moment in time...it will get better later...I promise...
Authors Note: This is my first slash-fanfic...I have done other male/male stories before but not a fanfic so please, no hatin'...other wise I would cry...a lot...It is a DM/HP pairing...and mentions of RL/SB pairing...and HP with other characters...just read it and see! Please?
Timeline: after graduation...about by three years...
Disclaimer: These are not my characters and never said they were...they are the wonderful goddess J.K. Rowlings'....she's rich...I'm not...get over it...
Chapter 1: Life in a Day
It was about 3 on a lazy Sunday afternoon, in a quaint little coffee shop when he finally got the results of last nights party/rave/disco/gathering/orgy/wild sex party/ what ever the hell you wanted to call it, to waiver a little in the pain department so he could actually attempt to concentrate on remembering snippets of last nights wild orgy/ party. After about an hour of doing so and failing to do so and his 15th cup of coffee, he finally decided to give up on the fact and just go back to his flat. It was on his walk back that he started talking to himself.
"When did you become so wild, Harry?"
He shortly arrived to his small, little flat that was only a few blocks from the coffee shop he so often visited to partake in a wonderful concoction that the barista/owner had come up with to get rid of hangovers after he was plagued with them for many years. Something he called, "Death Warmed Over" because it either made you feel better or die from the pure disgust of the tar-resembling beverage
Harry walked up the two flights of stairs it required to go to the place he called home since his graduation. Although he lived in the muggle world, he was still very much apart of the wizarding world with his training to become the new, hopefully permanent, Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. At this point he was only helping with Lupin on days he needed to take a "holiday." Ever since Sirius' death, Lupin had seemed more distant. Only later had he told Harry that it was because his relationship with Sirius was much more than they had led onto be.
Harry unlocked the three locks on his door and mumbled under his breath a few incantations to remove the locks that were hidden from the naked eye. He didn't use to do this until an unruly one-night-stand had "accidentally" taken the door off the hinges and waited for Harry to return from his teachers training to filet him with a butcher knife when Harry hadn't returned his phone call the next day. Crazy bastard if you asked him.
He threw the keys on the table next to the door and then promptly flopped down on the chair on the wall opposite of the door. He sat there and ran his lanky fingers through his disorderly raven hair as he thought about the last 3 years. His last year at Hogworts, his year vacation, and then his first year as a teacher in training and his many nights getting back to his flat the same time most people woke up and most of the time, he wasn't alone when he did get home, if he even came home at all!
He remembered the first time he brought someone home with him. He had just taken Ron out after Hermione finally dumped him for Viktor Krum, like he had been expecting her to, and they had gone out club hopping all night and he had finally gotten him nice and blitzed around 1 in the morning and he decided that he should get Ron, at least, back to his place so he could pass out some where he would kinda recognize when he woke up. Him and Ron finally got up to the 2nd floor after much stumbling and laughing about how it would be funny if mutant hamsters took over the world. He had gotten Ron through the door onto the couch when he sat down beside him. Now, at the time he didn't know if it were the large amounts of alcohol or that he'd just been dumped by a world famous Qudditch player or a mixture of both, but he seemed awfully friendly and by the end of the night they ended up having hot, gay, homo sex all over the small apartment for a good 3 hours.
Later that day when Ron woke up and sobered up and slowly began to realize what had happened the night before and put 2 and 2 together. 2 being him and Harry were lying half in the bathroom, half in the hallway and the other 2 being they were under an area rug. Harry giggled when he remembered the look on Ron's face and the streak of terror in his voice.
"Um Harry? Do you remember what happened last night?"
"Hmm...We fucked in the living room, we fucked in the hallway, I gave you a blow job in the shower, then you gave me one while I sat on the sink, then we fucked on the bathroom floor and then it gets a bit hazy from there."
Harry smiled. The look on Ron's face at that moment was priceless. A mixture between horror and pleasure as he slowly remember the events that Harry was recalling.
Eventually Ron and Hermione got back together when she couldn't stand the publicity she got all the time. They were now engaged and both working in the Muggle Relations Department at the Ministry. Ron had never mentioned anything about that night ever again.