A/N: Thanks lots for reviewing! Glad you like the story so far. I'm going
to be away for the next week, so I thought I'd give y'all Chapter 2 now.
Enjoy!
Chapter 2
"Well, who woulda thunk?" Draco snickered. "The Boy Who Lived smoking in a deserted alley like some kind of delinquent. What would the Weasel and Granger say?" Harry's bright eyes went icy cold.
"Who knows and who really gives a fuck anyway?" The day after school ended, Hermione and Ron went back to treating him like a piece of glass that would shatter into tiny pieces at any given time. They grew further and further apart after that and he hadn't heard from the since he left the Wizarding world two years ago.
"Did Scarhead lose his friend as soon as they found out what a fake he was? That the Gryffindor they knew was just some attention-craving actor?" Dragon sneered. Harry/James's eyes flashed darkly with anger and flickered away after a long drag.
"You think I liked all that attention??" Draco only nodded. "Are you serious? I hated it with a passion! But everything I said was true. I wasn't an actor, just a boy that wanted some privacy," Harry claimed bitterly.
"Oh. Explain," Draco requested.
"Ironic. Now you want to know when you're made fun of me about it so many times in so many years. I lost my parents when I was one and got sent to live at my fuckwit Muggle relatives' place. Those are the people you call Mudbloods, not Hermione. Anyway, I didn't know my name until I was five and had to be sent to school—"Draco cut him off by kissing him. //Hrmmm... Potter tastes good after a cigarette.// Harry just went along with the kiss, knowing that there had to be some reason behind it. Suddenly, he remembered the last day of school.
The blonde slipped his tongue into his mouth sneakily and stated exploring all over. Harry held a low moan at the back of his throat. Much to his disappointment, they broke apart after a few seconds. (A/N: I'm currently in a restaurant writing this. They haven't served our dinner yet.)
James's first words were, "What the hell was that for?"
"Prostitutes were coming closer. Had I not gotten to you, they would have groped both of us harshly until we paid them. Believe me, it's not pleasant," the former-Slytherin answered truthfully.
"Oh... You're lucky I swing that way or I would have slapped you silly," the ex-Gryffindor grinned. He rather liked being kissed by Malfoy. [Maybe hookers should walk by more often.] Flame's eyes widened.
"You're gay???"
"Yeah. Known since 6th year when I got a crush on a certain friend of yours. I never did anything about it though. Never had a boyfriend in school either. The press would have been all over me if I had one. Just a few fun snog sessions here and there with a few guys. No big deal really," Harry lied. It really did matter to him. It wasn't fair! Without knowing it, the pressed pretty much controlled his life. He couldn't do anything without them writing an article, not even date. He'd have to sneak around if he were to go out with anyone.
"Never in my life would I have thought for you to get a crush on a Slytherin, much less one of my friends or sneak around snogging guys without an actual relationship with them. But who? Who did you like? You led me on, now spill."
Flash blushed and whispered almost inaudibly, "Blaise Zabini."
Dragon gaped and gawked, "Who? Repeat that???"
"You heard me, Blaise Zabini," the raven-haired man stated again, this time a little louder.
"But..." the ex-Slytherin was speechless. "He liked you too. Hell, he was smitten over you. Blaise had the biggest crush on you ever. Gosh, you two are such idiots! He claimed to be too shy to do anything about it though," Draco remembered those old times when Blaise would ask Snape to seat himself with Potter instead of putting his best friend (Draco) with the Gryffindor. He even asked for detention some times. Snape never gave them to him though. That old sadistic bastard. "What did you like so much about him though?"
"His eyes. They were as blue as the boxers I'm in now. They always contained a secret but they sparked light blue when he laughed, I loved that laugh too. It was rich, yet light and enchanting. He was always smiling about something too. Blaise kind of intrigued me," Harry dawdled on old memories. "But I stopped liking him when I left."
"Why?" Draco sat sprawled on the ground, strangely interested; maybe Potter was different from the boy he'd torment for all those years of Hogwarts. Just maybe.
Harry just shrugged carelessly, "I don't know. It came unexpectedly. I changed. It's been three years since I've seen anyone from Hogwarts and funny, you're the first one I see. My old archenemy."
"James! There you areee!! We've been looking for you for forever!!" Pierce cried out all too happily. Jeff ran over to him and almost squeezed the life out. Dustin leaned against the opposite wall, smirking smugly with a look that said, "I told you not to run away."
"Jeff, let go! I... can't... breathe!!" Harry gasped out. And that was all it took. Draco doubled over with laughter at Potter's antics. Jeff let go so he could breath properly, but upon seeing how purple his roommate's face was, he cracked up. "Oh quit that, the lot of you," Flash said sourly. Only pierce noticed the platinum blonde there. He nudged Dustin a bit.
Pierce walked over, eyeing Malfoy coolly. "And just who is this gorgeous bloke over here? Mind if I snatch him up for a go?" Dragon glared making Dustin let out a high pitched "EEP!" Harry looked at Draco, asking with his face, "What am I supposed to tell them?" The blonde just shrugged and mouthed back, "The truth."
"Oh course I'd mind! This "gorgeous bloke" made my school like a living hell! And by the looks of it, he definitely does not want to be 'snatched up for a go,' as you so bluntly put it." Pierce pouted. Out of the four guys, he was the most childish and the tallest one. He stood at a sturdy six-foot-four with a slim, muscled build, had light brown hair with hazel-colored eyes, pouty pink lips, and lightly tanned skin. He looked like one of those clean-cut cuties that you saw on TV, but his mind was anything but clean.
"Hey! You didn't exactly make my life at school a picnic either! Always playing pranks on people. You never got caught either," Flash just rolled his eyes.
"Anyway, James, you still have to go to the Distance with us tonight and if you go wearing that dreadful track suit, I'm going to burn it to ashes," Jeff declared. Dustin thwacked Jeff playfully on the head and whispered something in his ear. "You have to wear a pair of leather pants too, preferably the nice tight ones in your closet," Jeff added. And the three very cruel roommates walked off back to do their grocery shopping, leaving Flash to the mercy of Malfoy.
Draco smirked at a blushing James Evans. "Leather trousers huh?" Never in a million years would I have expected you to wear those, not that I'd ever want to scar myself for life by picturing the ::smirk:: Boy Who Lived ::smirk:: in a tight pair of leather pants." //Whoaa... what the hell am I saying?? I'd sell my grandmother to see him in a pair of tight leather trousers.// The raven-haired boy raised an eyebrow.
"I find that hard to believe, but don't worry. You won't have to /scar yourself for life/ by seeing me clad in a pair of leather pants because there is no way I'm wearing them for you anyway," James spat out rather harshly. They were finally actually getting along and then Malfoy just had to go ahead and fuck it all up with those stupid insults.
"Wouldn't be so sure of that if I were you. Things can come unexpectedly you know," Draco hinted, and then stalked off haughtily.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? Hey, wait!" Flash shouted and ran after him, but before he could say another word, Flame was gone. Wonder what Malfoy meant, Harry walked in the direction of the apartment, only to be forced to go shopping with one of the guys.
The two walked into a rather expensive store, but it didn't really matter, they were well off anyway. For once, Harry found a pair of black leather pants that he actually wanted. They were kind of baggy, but no really. There were silver metal chains on both pant legs, a few zippers, 7 pockets in total, and kind of like half form-fitting carpenter jeans, except in leather. The leather trousers made him look slimmer and more buff than he already was. They flattered his arse perfectly. Flash also found a look emerald green silk shirt that matched his beautiful eyes perfectly.
"Jeff, can we pleaseee go now???? I already found a sexy outfit and it's one that I like fairly well. So, can we pleaseee go now???" Harry begged with his pleading puppy eyes. Jeff just had to be the one that dragged him out shopping this time.
The medium sized, red-haired, dark brown-eyed man just rolled his eyes and ordered, "Try them on first." James stomped like a little child into the fitting rooms with Jeff. Well, someone had to make sure he wasn't dressing in something horrible. "Sometimes," Jeff sighed. "I wonder how you can be gay if you don't like shopping, but as soon as you get those clothes on, we can go."
"Simple," James stated as he slipped on the black pants. "I like the feeling of a guy's cock down my throat and my dick up a guy's tight arse." He tugged the shirt over his head. "Easy as that, Besides, kissing girls makes me gag. I'm just... not attracted to them. Outfit good enough for you?" Jeff was so shocked at his roomy's use of language that he could only nod.
The total cost of the outfit was two hundred eighty pounds and fifty pence. The pants and the shirt were both on sale so the pants cost them 105, while the shirt was 70 pounds, and the tax was 5 pounds and fifty pence. (A/N: I don't know British prices or taxes, so I just made them up. I'm in advisory writing this right now. =])
James and Jeff headed home only to find that Pierce and Dustin had already dressed and had each other's tongues firmly down the other's throat. They must have gotten pretty bored to start doing that. The last time that happened, it was because James and Jeff locked the two in a closet for 5 hours with nothing for arguing over a pretzel. It wasn't like it never happened before. Jeff and Flash had been locked in an empty room with nothing to do before over pouring mud in the other's shoe and playful pokes led to them making out happily for the next hour.
"Ahem," Flash cleared his throat. Pierce and Dustin pulled apart coolly, straightening the other's clothing out.
Later on at 11 o'clock that night....
Dustin, Jeff, Pierce, and Flash strolled into the club looking fairly hot. Dustin had a pair of jeans and a regular black muscle tee on and his hair ruffled up. Jeff was clad in black jeans with a chain on the left pant leg, a black t-shirt, and a red dress shirt that matched his hair perfectly. Pierce walked in clothed in tight off-white leather pants, no shirt, and a light blue jean jacket along with the same color leather boots. James walked in, getting the most attention out of the four of them, dressed in his new leather trousers and the nice emerald green silk shirt he had bought earlier in the day.
The three headed straight for the dance floor, immediately finding partners to do some dirty dancing with. The club was filled with a scent of sweat, cologne, alcohol, and sex. Music was blasting loudly over the speakers, while exotic men danced on the stage.
Harry sat down at the bar and ordered a strawberry kiwi wine cooler. He didn't really like drinking anything else for some reason. It just tasted kind of icky to him. (A/N: Wine cooler is the best! You don't taste the alcohol at all. I've only had it once though. ::pouts:: )
James looked up to see the attractive male dancers, moving erotically on the stage with the silver poles. He let his eyes wander around until they found a shirtless platinum blonde clad in only a pair of dangerously low slung black silk pajama bottoms. The face turned around half way. Silver didn't met emerald quite yet. Flash turned his head and thought, 'Well, holy fuck,' for the second time that night.
To be continued.... Worth continuing or not?
Well there's chapter 2 for ya! Hope you liked it! I'm not going to be updating for a week because I'm going to be away on spring break. I think I'm going to have another chapter up for you by then, savvy? Review please! Thanks =)
-- driven to insanity
Chapter 2
"Well, who woulda thunk?" Draco snickered. "The Boy Who Lived smoking in a deserted alley like some kind of delinquent. What would the Weasel and Granger say?" Harry's bright eyes went icy cold.
"Who knows and who really gives a fuck anyway?" The day after school ended, Hermione and Ron went back to treating him like a piece of glass that would shatter into tiny pieces at any given time. They grew further and further apart after that and he hadn't heard from the since he left the Wizarding world two years ago.
"Did Scarhead lose his friend as soon as they found out what a fake he was? That the Gryffindor they knew was just some attention-craving actor?" Dragon sneered. Harry/James's eyes flashed darkly with anger and flickered away after a long drag.
"You think I liked all that attention??" Draco only nodded. "Are you serious? I hated it with a passion! But everything I said was true. I wasn't an actor, just a boy that wanted some privacy," Harry claimed bitterly.
"Oh. Explain," Draco requested.
"Ironic. Now you want to know when you're made fun of me about it so many times in so many years. I lost my parents when I was one and got sent to live at my fuckwit Muggle relatives' place. Those are the people you call Mudbloods, not Hermione. Anyway, I didn't know my name until I was five and had to be sent to school—"Draco cut him off by kissing him. //Hrmmm... Potter tastes good after a cigarette.// Harry just went along with the kiss, knowing that there had to be some reason behind it. Suddenly, he remembered the last day of school.
The blonde slipped his tongue into his mouth sneakily and stated exploring all over. Harry held a low moan at the back of his throat. Much to his disappointment, they broke apart after a few seconds. (A/N: I'm currently in a restaurant writing this. They haven't served our dinner yet.)
James's first words were, "What the hell was that for?"
"Prostitutes were coming closer. Had I not gotten to you, they would have groped both of us harshly until we paid them. Believe me, it's not pleasant," the former-Slytherin answered truthfully.
"Oh... You're lucky I swing that way or I would have slapped you silly," the ex-Gryffindor grinned. He rather liked being kissed by Malfoy. [Maybe hookers should walk by more often.] Flame's eyes widened.
"You're gay???"
"Yeah. Known since 6th year when I got a crush on a certain friend of yours. I never did anything about it though. Never had a boyfriend in school either. The press would have been all over me if I had one. Just a few fun snog sessions here and there with a few guys. No big deal really," Harry lied. It really did matter to him. It wasn't fair! Without knowing it, the pressed pretty much controlled his life. He couldn't do anything without them writing an article, not even date. He'd have to sneak around if he were to go out with anyone.
"Never in my life would I have thought for you to get a crush on a Slytherin, much less one of my friends or sneak around snogging guys without an actual relationship with them. But who? Who did you like? You led me on, now spill."
Flash blushed and whispered almost inaudibly, "Blaise Zabini."
Dragon gaped and gawked, "Who? Repeat that???"
"You heard me, Blaise Zabini," the raven-haired man stated again, this time a little louder.
"But..." the ex-Slytherin was speechless. "He liked you too. Hell, he was smitten over you. Blaise had the biggest crush on you ever. Gosh, you two are such idiots! He claimed to be too shy to do anything about it though," Draco remembered those old times when Blaise would ask Snape to seat himself with Potter instead of putting his best friend (Draco) with the Gryffindor. He even asked for detention some times. Snape never gave them to him though. That old sadistic bastard. "What did you like so much about him though?"
"His eyes. They were as blue as the boxers I'm in now. They always contained a secret but they sparked light blue when he laughed, I loved that laugh too. It was rich, yet light and enchanting. He was always smiling about something too. Blaise kind of intrigued me," Harry dawdled on old memories. "But I stopped liking him when I left."
"Why?" Draco sat sprawled on the ground, strangely interested; maybe Potter was different from the boy he'd torment for all those years of Hogwarts. Just maybe.
Harry just shrugged carelessly, "I don't know. It came unexpectedly. I changed. It's been three years since I've seen anyone from Hogwarts and funny, you're the first one I see. My old archenemy."
"James! There you areee!! We've been looking for you for forever!!" Pierce cried out all too happily. Jeff ran over to him and almost squeezed the life out. Dustin leaned against the opposite wall, smirking smugly with a look that said, "I told you not to run away."
"Jeff, let go! I... can't... breathe!!" Harry gasped out. And that was all it took. Draco doubled over with laughter at Potter's antics. Jeff let go so he could breath properly, but upon seeing how purple his roommate's face was, he cracked up. "Oh quit that, the lot of you," Flash said sourly. Only pierce noticed the platinum blonde there. He nudged Dustin a bit.
Pierce walked over, eyeing Malfoy coolly. "And just who is this gorgeous bloke over here? Mind if I snatch him up for a go?" Dragon glared making Dustin let out a high pitched "EEP!" Harry looked at Draco, asking with his face, "What am I supposed to tell them?" The blonde just shrugged and mouthed back, "The truth."
"Oh course I'd mind! This "gorgeous bloke" made my school like a living hell! And by the looks of it, he definitely does not want to be 'snatched up for a go,' as you so bluntly put it." Pierce pouted. Out of the four guys, he was the most childish and the tallest one. He stood at a sturdy six-foot-four with a slim, muscled build, had light brown hair with hazel-colored eyes, pouty pink lips, and lightly tanned skin. He looked like one of those clean-cut cuties that you saw on TV, but his mind was anything but clean.
"Hey! You didn't exactly make my life at school a picnic either! Always playing pranks on people. You never got caught either," Flash just rolled his eyes.
"Anyway, James, you still have to go to the Distance with us tonight and if you go wearing that dreadful track suit, I'm going to burn it to ashes," Jeff declared. Dustin thwacked Jeff playfully on the head and whispered something in his ear. "You have to wear a pair of leather pants too, preferably the nice tight ones in your closet," Jeff added. And the three very cruel roommates walked off back to do their grocery shopping, leaving Flash to the mercy of Malfoy.
Draco smirked at a blushing James Evans. "Leather trousers huh?" Never in a million years would I have expected you to wear those, not that I'd ever want to scar myself for life by picturing the ::smirk:: Boy Who Lived ::smirk:: in a tight pair of leather pants." //Whoaa... what the hell am I saying?? I'd sell my grandmother to see him in a pair of tight leather trousers.// The raven-haired boy raised an eyebrow.
"I find that hard to believe, but don't worry. You won't have to /scar yourself for life/ by seeing me clad in a pair of leather pants because there is no way I'm wearing them for you anyway," James spat out rather harshly. They were finally actually getting along and then Malfoy just had to go ahead and fuck it all up with those stupid insults.
"Wouldn't be so sure of that if I were you. Things can come unexpectedly you know," Draco hinted, and then stalked off haughtily.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? Hey, wait!" Flash shouted and ran after him, but before he could say another word, Flame was gone. Wonder what Malfoy meant, Harry walked in the direction of the apartment, only to be forced to go shopping with one of the guys.
The two walked into a rather expensive store, but it didn't really matter, they were well off anyway. For once, Harry found a pair of black leather pants that he actually wanted. They were kind of baggy, but no really. There were silver metal chains on both pant legs, a few zippers, 7 pockets in total, and kind of like half form-fitting carpenter jeans, except in leather. The leather trousers made him look slimmer and more buff than he already was. They flattered his arse perfectly. Flash also found a look emerald green silk shirt that matched his beautiful eyes perfectly.
"Jeff, can we pleaseee go now???? I already found a sexy outfit and it's one that I like fairly well. So, can we pleaseee go now???" Harry begged with his pleading puppy eyes. Jeff just had to be the one that dragged him out shopping this time.
The medium sized, red-haired, dark brown-eyed man just rolled his eyes and ordered, "Try them on first." James stomped like a little child into the fitting rooms with Jeff. Well, someone had to make sure he wasn't dressing in something horrible. "Sometimes," Jeff sighed. "I wonder how you can be gay if you don't like shopping, but as soon as you get those clothes on, we can go."
"Simple," James stated as he slipped on the black pants. "I like the feeling of a guy's cock down my throat and my dick up a guy's tight arse." He tugged the shirt over his head. "Easy as that, Besides, kissing girls makes me gag. I'm just... not attracted to them. Outfit good enough for you?" Jeff was so shocked at his roomy's use of language that he could only nod.
The total cost of the outfit was two hundred eighty pounds and fifty pence. The pants and the shirt were both on sale so the pants cost them 105, while the shirt was 70 pounds, and the tax was 5 pounds and fifty pence. (A/N: I don't know British prices or taxes, so I just made them up. I'm in advisory writing this right now. =])
James and Jeff headed home only to find that Pierce and Dustin had already dressed and had each other's tongues firmly down the other's throat. They must have gotten pretty bored to start doing that. The last time that happened, it was because James and Jeff locked the two in a closet for 5 hours with nothing for arguing over a pretzel. It wasn't like it never happened before. Jeff and Flash had been locked in an empty room with nothing to do before over pouring mud in the other's shoe and playful pokes led to them making out happily for the next hour.
"Ahem," Flash cleared his throat. Pierce and Dustin pulled apart coolly, straightening the other's clothing out.
Later on at 11 o'clock that night....
Dustin, Jeff, Pierce, and Flash strolled into the club looking fairly hot. Dustin had a pair of jeans and a regular black muscle tee on and his hair ruffled up. Jeff was clad in black jeans with a chain on the left pant leg, a black t-shirt, and a red dress shirt that matched his hair perfectly. Pierce walked in clothed in tight off-white leather pants, no shirt, and a light blue jean jacket along with the same color leather boots. James walked in, getting the most attention out of the four of them, dressed in his new leather trousers and the nice emerald green silk shirt he had bought earlier in the day.
The three headed straight for the dance floor, immediately finding partners to do some dirty dancing with. The club was filled with a scent of sweat, cologne, alcohol, and sex. Music was blasting loudly over the speakers, while exotic men danced on the stage.
Harry sat down at the bar and ordered a strawberry kiwi wine cooler. He didn't really like drinking anything else for some reason. It just tasted kind of icky to him. (A/N: Wine cooler is the best! You don't taste the alcohol at all. I've only had it once though. ::pouts:: )
James looked up to see the attractive male dancers, moving erotically on the stage with the silver poles. He let his eyes wander around until they found a shirtless platinum blonde clad in only a pair of dangerously low slung black silk pajama bottoms. The face turned around half way. Silver didn't met emerald quite yet. Flash turned his head and thought, 'Well, holy fuck,' for the second time that night.
To be continued.... Worth continuing or not?
Well there's chapter 2 for ya! Hope you liked it! I'm not going to be updating for a week because I'm going to be away on spring break. I think I'm going to have another chapter up for you by then, savvy? Review please! Thanks =)
-- driven to insanity
