cAnd It Hits The Fan

Kat Potter

Chapter Five – Findings and Explanations

Salvör watched with a sad look in her eyes as Harry stared at her at first, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Then slowly he started backing away, a look of growing horror and betrayal in his eyes.

"Harry, please, let me explain…" she tried to take a hold of his arm, but he flinched away from her and she noticed he was shaking his head so minutely, she could barely see it.

"Why?" he whispered. "Why do you have to do this to me? I thought that I had finally found myself a real friend and it turns out she's got connections to You-Fucking-Who. So, … you been at it all your life or something? I know he didn't get his all redandlovely 'til he was way older than you are."

Salvör looked like he had slapped her in the face. "You know, I thought you, of all people, would understand what it's like being different. People shunning you for something in your looks, something you can't control. I guess I was wrong."

"What?" Harry had a look of confusion and hurt on his face.

"What makes you think that the only way you can have red eyes is by fiddling with Dark Magic?"

"What do you mean?" Harry asked with dread in his voice, as if he didn't want to know the answer.

"I'm an albino, Harry Potter."

Harry blinked at her and she sighed.

"It means that I don't have any color pigments in my body. That's why my hair's white and my eyes red. They're not even really red, like a any other person would have blue or green or brown eyes, rather they're white like the rest of me but the red in my red blood cells are the only cells in my body that have color so the veins in my eyes make it look like they're red."

"Oh," he whispered as he shifted his gaze to the ground.

"Yeah."

Harry sank down into his seat, burying his face in his hands. "Oh Merlin, Salvör, I'm so, so sorry. God, I'm such an asshole… I just…" he took a deep breath that just barely held in a sob. Salvör knelt in front of him and ran her hands through his hair. Then she pried his hands from his face. He looked at her with deep, sorrow filled eyes. Her anger and sadness melted as she took in the regretful eyes and the lower lip being chewed with worry.

"It's ok, Harry. I can understand why you would be paranoid. I guess that's what happens when you've got a maniacal tyrant after your ass," she said with a wry grin.

"You meant it? You're really going to forgive me for being a grade A asshole?" he looked at her with hope in his eyes and she enveloped him a hug.

"Hey, I know you're not perfect, nobody is. We all make mistakes. The important thing is to learn from them." She pulled back and looked straight into his eyes. "And that was the corniest thing I've ever said in my entire life." He giggled at her.

The tension having been broken, they both stood up. "So," said Harry, "where's your friend?"

"He's right here," said a voice behind Harry. He turned around; only to be faced with one of the finest specimens of the male human being he had ever laid his eyes on. The guy had short, spiky, bleach-blond hair, deep brown eyes and a killer smile. He was wearing form-fitting, dark blue jeans, black, converse, old-fashioned basketball sneakers and a not-quite-skin-tight, orange Che Guevara t-shirt. That has to be one of the yummiest guys I've ever seen. Not as yummy as Snape, the evil voice in his head remarked with an equally evil grin. Look, me and Snape ever hooking up is about as likely to happen as Voldemort dressing up in a pink tutu and asking me to be his best-est best friend! This is my chance to forget about Snape. So piss off and let me bungle my way through trying to seduce this guy. The voice in his head went into a corner of his mind and sulked.Pfft, good riddance.

The guy extended his hand. "Evan Mathews. Pleased to meet you, Mister Potter."

Harry looked him straight in the eye, giving him the best seductive look he could muster, though he wasn't sure how effective it was. "You can call me Harry."

"So, boys!" Salvör exclaimed, as she hooked her arms with theirs. "We have a mission to complete. Operation: 'Foxy Clothes for Harry' is about to begin! Let's go!" Harry giggled at her again while Evan just rolled his eyes with a wry grin, obviously used to her quirky ways.

.:oOo:.

The first store they went to had a lot of torn jeans and tight leather pants. As they browsed, in other words Salvör and Evan picked clothes, Harry questioned Evan about himself. Turned out he was Salvör's cousin, but they were best friends as they had traveled together all over the world, as their father's, who were brothers, were business partners. Harry also had a hunch that he was gay. Which was good as Harry had every intention of seducing him. When they had a couple of pairs of pants and some shirts, they headed towards the dressing rooms. Salvör instructed Harry on which clothes to try on first, which turned out to be a pair of extremely torn jeans and a Che Guevara shirt similar to the one Evan was wearing. When Harry had taken 10 minutes just to get dressed, they started to get restless.

"Harry! What the fuck is taking so long!" yelled Salvör.

"There's no way I can wear this!" They tore open the privacy screen to see a very red Harry with his back to the mirror, head craning back to see and hands covering his ass. He turned his head back around. "My ass is showing!"

They both looked at him with a look.

"Harry that's kinda the point," said Evan. "Now let us see. Promise we won't laugh." He grinned at Harry, who just glared back at him and reluctantly released said body part.

"Good boy, Harry," said Salvör, as if she were talking to a three year old. "Now turn around and let us get a proper look." He reluctantly obeyed, controlling the impulse to re-cover his ass. Turned out there was a rip right by his left cheek and you could see a tiny hint of ass. That didn't prevent the jeans from framing it nicely.

Evan let out a low whistle. "That is one fine ass you got there, Harry. You sure you're still single?"

"Yes, unfortunately. But,… hopefully that will change in the very near future," he replied with a meaningful look.

"Well," said Salvör, "I'm gonna go look for some more clothes. Try these on while I'm at it, Harry." She handed him some tight, black leather pants and a fishnet top that had one strip of fabric that covered his nipples, for some modesty at least. Harry just stared at it.

"Come on, Harry, put them on," said Evan. "I'll bet you'll look really hot in them." Harry looked into Evans eyes to see a predatory look lurking there. "O-…Ok." He disappeared behind the curtain.

A few minutes later Evan heard him yell out. "I can't wear this!" He sighed. "What's wrong with this one?"

Harry pulled back the curtain and Evan felt a certain tightening in his pants and his mouth go dry.

"These pants are so low! If I sit down, my whole ass will fall out!"

Evan licked his lips as he looked Harry over. "Do you have any idea how you look?" Harry froze. "Erm,… no?"

Evan stepped closer and drew a finger lightly over Harry's chest. "Nice pec's, chiseled abs… and these muscles right here." He drew his fingers along the muscles that went from the middle of his side's and down to his groin. Then he looked Harry straight in the eye. "Extremely sexy." Harry gulped. He didn't know what to do. How does one respond to that!

"Then of course, there is the so-called treasure trail, right… here." He drew his finger along the hairs that led from his belly button and down into his pants, though he stopped where the pants started. Harry wasn't sure if he should be disappointed or not.

Harry gulped again, trying to keep his breathing normal and think of a response to that. "Erm…"

"Oh, Merlin," said Evan with a slightly embarrassed look on his face. "You're not gay, are you?"

"What? No! I mean, Yes! I am! Definitely. I'm just not… um… used to…"

"Your gay cherry hasn't been popped yet?"

"Uh, yeah…" Harry said with slight red tinge to his cheeks. Your cherry anything hasn't been popped. Shut up, you. Though, I know who you'd like to do the popping. Harry could practically see his inner voice wiggling it's eyebrows at him lewdly and he promptly ignored it.

"Look," said Evan, "I have to go, I have work in about 20 minutes, but if you'd like to hang out, or go to a club, or something, then here's my number." He pulled a pen out of his pocket and jotted it down on Harry's hand.

Harry stared at Evan. "You have a phone!" He just grinned back at him and pulled a cell phone out of his pocket. "Muggles aren't completely useless."

Harry chuckled at him wryly. "Apperantly."

"So call me if you want and we'll do something."

At that moment Harry made a very important decision. "I think I will," he replied as he looked him straight in the eye.

"Lovely. Then I'll be seeing you." And he walked out the store.

Smarg made his way up Harry's body, curling into his usual place, head beneath Harry's ear. "You like this male, Erus?"

"Yes, I do."

Smarg seemed to ponder this. "I suppose he is an adequate male. But he does not smell right to me."

Tbc...

An: The shoes that Evan is wearing, if you don't know what I'm talking about, go watch Sin City. You can see Dwight, played by Clive Owen, wearing red ones when he jumps from the building.

An: Kudos to b Irihi Safaia /b and b Dangelic Fantasy /b ! Yay! You guessed it!