Harry/Carl and Ron/Sean
"Thank you sir, have a nice day." Harry said dully to the customer. Ron sat quietly under the counter drinking some beers.
"Dude, ::hiccup:: where am I gunna stay tonight?" Ron acted out.
"Don't even act, Sean. You know the answer to that." Harry kicked him gently and smiled down at him. Ron sat under the counter drunker than anyone could ever be. He had 3 wine bottles, and 15 beers. Oh, make that 16. He finally clonked out cold. Harry laughed and tended to the store until Joe came in for the graveyard shift.
Harry helped Ron up to his feet and dragged him up his stairs to his crappy apartment. He plopped him down on his broken sofa which broke even more under his weight. Ron moaned gently.
Harry took his shoes off and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. That night he had a weird dream. A dream he hadn't had since his years at Hogwarts. It was dark and cold and Harry was drifting down the hall. He was someone else.
"It is an exellent plan. I swear the ministry is run by a bunch of clueless oafs!" A man cackled in a room with many other people. He was speaking from a pedestal at the front of the room. Harry stood in the back.
"When will we attack sir?" A man asked from the crowd.
"In due time. We have reason to believe two of them have already been re-identified. There are still 3 more. Unfortunatly one will have to wait quite some time until they can be seen again. HAHA! Poor fools. Trapped behind masks and body suits. Never to speak about there past. LOST TO EVERYONE FOREVER! Curse them. But soon we will take them out of that misery and cause them much more pain!"
The crowd cheered, as did Harry but he had no idea why he was so happy. Harry's head turned to the right. There he saw on the wall, huge paintings of people he knew once. There he was, in the center. Than Ron, Hermione, Draco and Neville. A circle was around Hermione's head and Neville's. Harry smiled slyly, still unaware why. He woke with a shake.
"Hey, Carl man. That sofa sucks ass. Move over damn it!" Ron climbed into Harry's bed and snuggled next to him.
"It won't work, Sean. I know you."
"Only for 4 years!"
"A year was all I needed to be able to read you like a book. Listen, I didn't get with you then, and I don't plan to now."
"How do you know you won't fall MADLY in love with me?" Ron said dramatically, "I've had a man fall in love with me before. About 2 years together, then we had to split."
"Why do you think I would care about any of that."
"Haven't you had a man fall madly in love with you?"
"Erm ... well yeah. But I am not telling everyone about it."
"Who the hell said I was telling everyone. We have known each other for a while I feel comfortable telling you."
"Why now?"
"Cuz, I had a dream. And I remember his so well again. He almost left my mind."
"The man you loved left your mind?"
"I WAS DRUNK!"
"Ha. ::sigh:: Fine. What was his name?"
"Harry ..."
Harry opened his eyes and stared at Sean. Maybe it was just a coincidence. "Ask what his last name was!!" Harry screamed in his head.
"Oh. What was his last name?" Harry's mouth began very dry he was scared. What would he say if the last name was Potter? That couldn't be! He only loved ... Ron.
"Potter."
Harry began to cry as he lifted his head from his pillow. He whimpered out, "R ... ron??!!" Sean opened his eyes looking at the frightened Carl.
"What you say?"
"H .. Hogwarts?" He whimpered, "Did you go to ... Hogwarts?"
Ron opened his eyes wide and stared at Carl. "How ... ??" He shook his head. Harry looked at Sean, Ron at Brian.
"Harry?"
"Ron?"
The embrassed on another and stared at each other lovingly. They kissed. And kissed again and again. When they finally took a break for some air, they saw the most wonderful sight. Ron saw Harry, Harry saw Ron. They laughed and had an intement night.
"Ron ... oh ... GOD ... Ron!" Harry screamed as Ron's head disappeared under the covers.
They were fully undressed now and been going at it for hours. Groping and massageing. Moaning and groaning. Sweating and flowing. It had been so long since they can yell out those names. Everytime they had to bite their lips, longing for one another. For 6 years. And they were righ there with each other. For 4 years.
"RON!" Harry screamed as his juices flowed from his erection into Ron's mouth. Ron guided by his tongue, found his way back up, and it founnd it's way into Harry's mouth. This went on for two more hours until it was time for Harry to go to work.
"No one can open the store but me."
"Like I give a fuck. They would kill you. You're you again anyway." Ron jabbed his tongue roughly into Harry and moved it around wildly. Harry grabbed Ron's face and joined in the togue frenzy.
For another hour they just stared at one another. Running their hands in each others hair and rubbing each others faces. The faces they haven't seen in 6 years.
"I love you. I love you!" Harry whispered as he kissed Ron's neck repeatedly.
"I love you more than life!" Ron said as he massaged Harry's head and back with two hands.
For the rest of the day, they slept in each others arms. Until Joe came pounding on Harry's door.
"Motherfucker! Why isn't the store open! You fucking shit head! Let me in!" He pounded. Since Harry's home was a piece of shit, he was actually worried that Joe would break his door down.
"Hold on, damn it!" He opened the door threw joe the keys and closed it. That was a mistake because it was Joe's store.
"YOU'RE FIRED SHITHEAD!!" And he gave the door one more pound making the paint and some wood fall.
Harry coundn't care. He jumped back into bed into the arms of his long lost lover. Ronald Weasly. There was his joy, those blue eyes and bright red hair. There was Ron's joy. That face. Those green eyes and jet balck hair. That was the face that brought them joy.
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Draco/Phil
Draco sat all alone in his big mansion. He had a galss of brandy in one hand and a cigar in the other. He was laughing lightly.
"She deserved it. How dare that fool speak to me like that. Although I may just own "hotel" chains, does not mean I do not have power. Deep inside, somewhere, I am still a Malfoy."
His little laugh turned into cackles. The house made it echo and he roared. He threw his brandy in the fire and the flames expanded and burnt the carpet a bit. He forgot about it and walked down his long, empty hallway to his one of 12 bedrooms. He sleeps in a different one every night. When his footsteps stopped echoing through the house and the hinges of his door creaked shut, he sat at his vanity looking at the man that has taken over Draco Malfoy.
"Well, I guess it is alright. I don't have to hear my father beat my mother. Nor my mother talking non stop about her damn problems that I give half a shit about. And I am not being brainwashed by my father to be a death eater. But, that would be cool. But, being a totally different person is safer I guess. I have too much potential! I need to live to pass on my knowledge. Nor do I have a guilty conscience. It's not like I killed those people. My body guards did, so if anything they should go to hell for their sins!"
Malfoy noticed he was talking to himslef. Over the past couple of nights, memoried of Hogwarts flew through his mind. Crabbe, Goyle, Damn Pansy, Granger, Potter, Weasley, McGonagall, Dumbledore, the giant oaf Hagrid, Feltch. Every single event during hte year of the final battle flouded his head and swept over his eyes. He could ot believe he actually helped Potter and Weasley. That was gross. But, the fact that he had feelings for HIM made him do it, he guesses. Damn HIM! But, he loved him. And he could never forget that.
Just than HIS face was appearing in Draco's mirror. HE had his school uniform on. He looked great in it. HIS hair was so shiny and clean and his eyes where hypnotizing Draco. Draco whispered something about being back at Hogwarts. Because that was the last place he saw HIM and the only place he saw HIM. He loved HIM and wanted him. The face in the mirror drew Draco to the very tip of it, making him kiss what seemed to be HIM, but when Draco opened his eyes, all he saw was his reflection.
He cursed the mirrow and threw a book at it making it shatter to pieces. Draco was bright red, panting with anger. He got off the seat and went to bed, to dream of wet thoughts about the one who got away. The one that he always made fun of, and regreted every moment. That boy, with the red hair and blue eyes, at that time known as Ronald Weasley. But now, he is nothing but a shadow to the naked eye. Nothing but a memory, for 'poor' Draco Malfoy.
"Thank you sir, have a nice day." Harry said dully to the customer. Ron sat quietly under the counter drinking some beers.
"Dude, ::hiccup:: where am I gunna stay tonight?" Ron acted out.
"Don't even act, Sean. You know the answer to that." Harry kicked him gently and smiled down at him. Ron sat under the counter drunker than anyone could ever be. He had 3 wine bottles, and 15 beers. Oh, make that 16. He finally clonked out cold. Harry laughed and tended to the store until Joe came in for the graveyard shift.
Harry helped Ron up to his feet and dragged him up his stairs to his crappy apartment. He plopped him down on his broken sofa which broke even more under his weight. Ron moaned gently.
Harry took his shoes off and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. That night he had a weird dream. A dream he hadn't had since his years at Hogwarts. It was dark and cold and Harry was drifting down the hall. He was someone else.
"It is an exellent plan. I swear the ministry is run by a bunch of clueless oafs!" A man cackled in a room with many other people. He was speaking from a pedestal at the front of the room. Harry stood in the back.
"When will we attack sir?" A man asked from the crowd.
"In due time. We have reason to believe two of them have already been re-identified. There are still 3 more. Unfortunatly one will have to wait quite some time until they can be seen again. HAHA! Poor fools. Trapped behind masks and body suits. Never to speak about there past. LOST TO EVERYONE FOREVER! Curse them. But soon we will take them out of that misery and cause them much more pain!"
The crowd cheered, as did Harry but he had no idea why he was so happy. Harry's head turned to the right. There he saw on the wall, huge paintings of people he knew once. There he was, in the center. Than Ron, Hermione, Draco and Neville. A circle was around Hermione's head and Neville's. Harry smiled slyly, still unaware why. He woke with a shake.
"Hey, Carl man. That sofa sucks ass. Move over damn it!" Ron climbed into Harry's bed and snuggled next to him.
"It won't work, Sean. I know you."
"Only for 4 years!"
"A year was all I needed to be able to read you like a book. Listen, I didn't get with you then, and I don't plan to now."
"How do you know you won't fall MADLY in love with me?" Ron said dramatically, "I've had a man fall in love with me before. About 2 years together, then we had to split."
"Why do you think I would care about any of that."
"Haven't you had a man fall madly in love with you?"
"Erm ... well yeah. But I am not telling everyone about it."
"Who the hell said I was telling everyone. We have known each other for a while I feel comfortable telling you."
"Why now?"
"Cuz, I had a dream. And I remember his so well again. He almost left my mind."
"The man you loved left your mind?"
"I WAS DRUNK!"
"Ha. ::sigh:: Fine. What was his name?"
"Harry ..."
Harry opened his eyes and stared at Sean. Maybe it was just a coincidence. "Ask what his last name was!!" Harry screamed in his head.
"Oh. What was his last name?" Harry's mouth began very dry he was scared. What would he say if the last name was Potter? That couldn't be! He only loved ... Ron.
"Potter."
Harry began to cry as he lifted his head from his pillow. He whimpered out, "R ... ron??!!" Sean opened his eyes looking at the frightened Carl.
"What you say?"
"H .. Hogwarts?" He whimpered, "Did you go to ... Hogwarts?"
Ron opened his eyes wide and stared at Carl. "How ... ??" He shook his head. Harry looked at Sean, Ron at Brian.
"Harry?"
"Ron?"
The embrassed on another and stared at each other lovingly. They kissed. And kissed again and again. When they finally took a break for some air, they saw the most wonderful sight. Ron saw Harry, Harry saw Ron. They laughed and had an intement night.
"Ron ... oh ... GOD ... Ron!" Harry screamed as Ron's head disappeared under the covers.
They were fully undressed now and been going at it for hours. Groping and massageing. Moaning and groaning. Sweating and flowing. It had been so long since they can yell out those names. Everytime they had to bite their lips, longing for one another. For 6 years. And they were righ there with each other. For 4 years.
"RON!" Harry screamed as his juices flowed from his erection into Ron's mouth. Ron guided by his tongue, found his way back up, and it founnd it's way into Harry's mouth. This went on for two more hours until it was time for Harry to go to work.
"No one can open the store but me."
"Like I give a fuck. They would kill you. You're you again anyway." Ron jabbed his tongue roughly into Harry and moved it around wildly. Harry grabbed Ron's face and joined in the togue frenzy.
For another hour they just stared at one another. Running their hands in each others hair and rubbing each others faces. The faces they haven't seen in 6 years.
"I love you. I love you!" Harry whispered as he kissed Ron's neck repeatedly.
"I love you more than life!" Ron said as he massaged Harry's head and back with two hands.
For the rest of the day, they slept in each others arms. Until Joe came pounding on Harry's door.
"Motherfucker! Why isn't the store open! You fucking shit head! Let me in!" He pounded. Since Harry's home was a piece of shit, he was actually worried that Joe would break his door down.
"Hold on, damn it!" He opened the door threw joe the keys and closed it. That was a mistake because it was Joe's store.
"YOU'RE FIRED SHITHEAD!!" And he gave the door one more pound making the paint and some wood fall.
Harry coundn't care. He jumped back into bed into the arms of his long lost lover. Ronald Weasly. There was his joy, those blue eyes and bright red hair. There was Ron's joy. That face. Those green eyes and jet balck hair. That was the face that brought them joy.
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Draco/Phil
Draco sat all alone in his big mansion. He had a galss of brandy in one hand and a cigar in the other. He was laughing lightly.
"She deserved it. How dare that fool speak to me like that. Although I may just own "hotel" chains, does not mean I do not have power. Deep inside, somewhere, I am still a Malfoy."
His little laugh turned into cackles. The house made it echo and he roared. He threw his brandy in the fire and the flames expanded and burnt the carpet a bit. He forgot about it and walked down his long, empty hallway to his one of 12 bedrooms. He sleeps in a different one every night. When his footsteps stopped echoing through the house and the hinges of his door creaked shut, he sat at his vanity looking at the man that has taken over Draco Malfoy.
"Well, I guess it is alright. I don't have to hear my father beat my mother. Nor my mother talking non stop about her damn problems that I give half a shit about. And I am not being brainwashed by my father to be a death eater. But, that would be cool. But, being a totally different person is safer I guess. I have too much potential! I need to live to pass on my knowledge. Nor do I have a guilty conscience. It's not like I killed those people. My body guards did, so if anything they should go to hell for their sins!"
Malfoy noticed he was talking to himslef. Over the past couple of nights, memoried of Hogwarts flew through his mind. Crabbe, Goyle, Damn Pansy, Granger, Potter, Weasley, McGonagall, Dumbledore, the giant oaf Hagrid, Feltch. Every single event during hte year of the final battle flouded his head and swept over his eyes. He could ot believe he actually helped Potter and Weasley. That was gross. But, the fact that he had feelings for HIM made him do it, he guesses. Damn HIM! But, he loved him. And he could never forget that.
Just than HIS face was appearing in Draco's mirror. HE had his school uniform on. He looked great in it. HIS hair was so shiny and clean and his eyes where hypnotizing Draco. Draco whispered something about being back at Hogwarts. Because that was the last place he saw HIM and the only place he saw HIM. He loved HIM and wanted him. The face in the mirror drew Draco to the very tip of it, making him kiss what seemed to be HIM, but when Draco opened his eyes, all he saw was his reflection.
He cursed the mirrow and threw a book at it making it shatter to pieces. Draco was bright red, panting with anger. He got off the seat and went to bed, to dream of wet thoughts about the one who got away. The one that he always made fun of, and regreted every moment. That boy, with the red hair and blue eyes, at that time known as Ronald Weasley. But now, he is nothing but a shadow to the naked eye. Nothing but a memory, for 'poor' Draco Malfoy.