A/N: Okay, chapter 9. It's longer than the past two I've put up, so no remarks on length! Enjoy this chapter…Alex is back!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything except Alex…both in the story and in real life! You know I own you Alex! And if I owned Harry Potter I would let you mack on him…after me. LOL!

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CHAPTER 9: TWENTY MINUTES

Harry snuck down the stairs and into the kitchen. The Dursley's were sound asleep. Why shouldn't they be? Especially at two in the morning.

It had been almost an entire week since the Renke's were over for dinner, and Harry couldn't get Alex out of his mind. The milky hair and skin like vanilla cookies. And those eyes as blue as berries. Damn, he was hungry!

Harry crept to the phone in the living room. Taking out the card from his pocket, he stared at if for the thousandth time that day. It was really late. Should he call? Then again, Alex didn't seem like the kind of person who stayed on a fit schedule…or even slept at night.

Finally deciding to grow some balls, the dark haired boy picked up the phone and dialed the number. Alex picked up after the second ring. He didn't sound tired.

"Hello?"

Harry didn't say anything, just gripped the phone in his hands.

"Hello?"

"Hi, um, Alex?"

"Yeah, who's this?"

"Um…it's Harry. You probably don't –"

"Harry!"

The tanned teenager was shocked that he was remembered.

"You remember me?"

A warm laugh came from the phone. "Of course I do. So, you want me to pick you up?"

"Now?"

"Yes, now. You made me wait a week for you to call and now you want me to wait some more? You really aren't making it easy for me to get into your pants."

Silence.

"You there? Harry?"

"Ye…yeah, I'm here."

"Did I freak you out?"

"A little."

Alex laughed again. "So…really, can I come and pick you up?"

Harry thought for a moment. The Dursley's wouldn't care if he left the house. Hell, they couldn't care if he went off and killed himself. He wouldn't get into trouble, and Alex seemed really nice.

'Yeah, come and pick me up."

Harry could almost see the malicious smile on the older boy's face. "I'll be there in twenty minutes."

Twenty minutes later, Harry was sitting on the porch wearing black pants and a blue button shirt over a white T-shirt. A silver Porsche pulled up in front of number 4 Privet Drive and Harry stood up. He saw a figure exit the car and slam the door behind him. Moonlight hair glowed underneath the streetlamp.

"You coming?" He shouted.

Harry nodded and walked to the car, sitting in the passenger seat. Alex returned inside and started the engine. They began to drive, and Harry suddenly became very uneasy. The silence was pounding upon his head.

His mind was yelling at him. 'Say something. For gods sake say something!'

"So…how've you been?" he asked. His voice sounded very feeble over the car's noises. Alex glanced away from the road to lock eyes with his passenger.

"Fucking terrible."

"That's good."

The quiet descended again, and Harry shifted in the seat. There was something that had been bothering him since he had first met Alex. He gazed at the older boy. His hair was looser than when they first had met. Less gel, he guessed. It seemed so silky and clean; Harry wanted to run his hands through it. The teen's nose was small and shapely…a delicate nose.

'Oh my gods,' Harry thought, 'I'm thinking about his nose.'

His eyes never flitted away from the driver, though. He keenly noted the long hands that gripped the steering wheel loosely. The way his back arched against the seat. The rising and falling of an obviously muscular chest as breath was taken and released. Harry wished that he could be the air to dance past those lips.

Alex was just…breathtaking.

"Alex?"

"Yeah?"

That rough voice. Deep and thick, yet as rich and smooth as velvet. Harry felt momentarily engulfed in it.

"Are you…are you…"

"A slut?"

Harry turned away quickly. That was exactly what he had been thinking. A male prostitute of sorts. The voice returned.

"Why would you think that?"

"Your card?"

"I have those because I meet a lot of people and it's just easier than writing my number down a million times."

"Oh."

"Don't worry, kid. You're not the first to think that."

"How many other KIDS do you know?"

"I've known quite a few. Don't be offended by the names, KID…it's more endearing than anything to me. It doesn't mean I think you're a child."

"Okay."

"To answer you question, I guess, I'm kind of a slut. I'm not easy, believe me. I only sleep with people I want to, and in that department, I'm very choosy. I have high standards."

"Oh."

"Are you always this articulate?" he joked.

Harry smiled. "I just don't know why I'm here."

They were in the back roads of England. Suddenly, Alex pulled onto a side road that Harry hadn't noticed. They drove a little more, about three miles, and then Alex stopped the car next to the road. He turned off the car and twisted in his seat to face Harry.

"You're here because you want to be, correct?"

"Well, yes."

"You're here because something told you that you wanted to see me, right?"

"Right."

"You're here because I wanted to spend time with you, yes?"

"Uh huh."

"Then why do you think you're here?"

Harry didn't say anything. Alex had given him reason enough. Next thing Harry knew, the bleached boy had closed the space between them and softly caressed his lips to Harry's.

A/N: The first chapter of Harry's summer when I introduced Alex made my friend angry. She (that's right! Alex is based on my friend…a GIRL!) wasn't happy with my representation of her. So, I had her check this chapter and she thinks that it's more like her. She's also the one who made me end the chapter when I did. She wants to make you all suffer!