Disclaimer: All the characters used in this story are the sole property of J.K Rowling (and some other big company whose name I do not remember. Sorry, no insults intended, just my bad memory). They are not mine. I take credit for the characters' actions and thoughts in this story, though (often used as they are).

Vanyel Ashkevron belongs to Mercedes Lackey.

A/N: Vanyel Ashkevron is a character (main, actually) from Mercedes Lackey's „The Last Herald Mage" trilogy. He has black hair and silver eyes.

A/N2: Sequel to „No Witch"

Rating: PG-13

Pairings: none (yet)

Warnings: implied slash (homosexual relationship) in a book.

Feedback: Will be saved into a special folder on my harddrive and taken into consideration.

Sharing the Pleasure

"Book troubles?"

Dean's question was almost unhearable under Harry's irritated stomping. Still, Harry stopped, looked at his dormmate and then let himself fall backwards on his bed. The bedsprings squaked, reminding him that while it was all right for a first year to jump on the bed, it was most certainly not so for a seventh year. Difference in bulk, you know.

"Yeah," Harry stared at the canopy. "You might say so."

"Consider me pulling Hermione at you. I liked the lesson before McGonagall stopped to yell at you."

"Sorry." The tone of Harry's voice added clearly: Not!

Dean looked up from his drawing.

"I don't want to sound as if I'm nagging, but you really don't need more trouble. Gryffindor is in negative. How many times have you been caught reading that book in two days? Six? No wonder she confiscated it!"

"It's an interesting book!" Harry knew he was whining.

Dean's expression conveyed his opinion about Harry's reading material of choice.

"Really? By the picture on the cover one could assume it's pure porn. Of course it might be interesting to some…"

"Is not! Neville recommended it to me. Said not to look at the cover. And it is interesting, AND I want to know what happens next!"

"Neville? But I thought Neville…"

"He says he likes the writer and he doesn't care 'bout the "protagonist's lover's sex" as he put it," Harry chucked remembering Neville's expression as he said that.

Dean shrugged. "Sounds like Neville all right."

"Yep!" Harry turned to face Dean.

"Look, I know it was stupid of me to read in classes, but I really wanted to know what happened next and now I'm not going to find out 'till Halloween."

He flopped back and resumed staring at the canopy. For some time the dorm was silent. Then Dean got up and started rummaging in his trunk.

"Here! For distraction." Something landed on Harry's chest. A book. Harry picked it up.

"Stone Prince?"

Dean closed the trunk and sat on the edge of his bed.

"It's Muggle fantasy, so it's rather unrealistic about magic and such, but the characters are good and the intrigue, too. At least I liked it."

Harry was reading the annotation.

"Hmm, thanks, Dean. I guess I'll give it a go. Nothing else to do anyway."

He curled up on his side and opened the book. Soon he was immersed in reading.

Dean turned back to the portrait he'd been drawing. Vanyel Ashkevron looked up from the paper in all his fictional splendour of black hair and silver eyes… Silver? Dean did a double take. Then looked at the pencil he'd used to shade Vanyel's eyes.

Green.

Damned subconcius!

The End (for now)