You wear your heart on your cheek
Dedication: No longer dedicated because Carly and Erica and fuckwits who I hate with a passssion. :hisses:
Summary: During the holidays Harry changes, gets a new best friend, and grows up a little too. SLASH BZ/HP
Details: So you don't like my story Peaches which is fine… But seen as plenty of other people like how I am "overly descriptive" I am carrying on, regardless. The way I stereotype my characters is my choice. And seen as most of my reviewers are teenagers from the UK and US and they have no troubles I don't actually see the problem. Yes, they may be 'overly-homosexual' and I may be 'overly-descriptive' but plenty of people like it. Yes, I may not be a published author, I may not write how you like, but even published author's have people who don't like their stories, their style of writing and they have to deal with that. Oh yeah, and some homosexual's act exactly like a straight guy except they like girls. SOME don't! So it was just a choice of how I chose to make him, as a character that all I had for was a name when I thought this up, he's pretty much my creation, besides the name, so I personally don't think I could write him wrong, I could just write him in a way you dislike.
Personally, I didn't find your reviews constructive at all as you didn't tell me how to improve you just pointed out all the parts you disliked without any attempt to tell me how to improve at all. So, in conclusion, I accept you don't like my style of writing and you don't like my story. That's cool with me, but if you didn't like it that much you wouldn't have checked back the 2nd time, or the 3rd time presumably if you're reading this now, you're just trying to cause drama. Other people like my story you don't, fine, go read someone else's story that you do like.
And if I offended you, my apologies.
Tralalala, yeah sorry I've not been updating much. I've been lazy.
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Harry and Blaise clambered out of the taxi, gave the driver a twenty pound note and waited for him to drive off before heading down a few streets and entering through the leaky cauldron which was at that time shut. They took three attempts at getting the right brick tapping combination, and then they stumbled through the entrance. And walked through the streets. They'd turned down three backstreets before they got to Myzrahb Alley.
Harry laughed as Blaise tried two times to unlock the door to get in. They stumbled though the shop and Harry fell up the stairs. Blaise turned the light on and Harry flopped on the bed. Blaise turned the light off and got over to the bed. It was King Size and the covers were grey and the pillows silver, white and black.
In the dark, Harry leaned over and pulled Blaise over towards him. And yet again they were kissing furiously, Blaise's hands reached down to Harry's shirt and he fumbled and they broke apart as he pulled it off of Harry, and Harry returned the favor. The feeling of Blaise's cold skin against his hot, tanned skin made him shiver. Whether it was of cold, excitement or lust he didn't know. His brain was too fuzzy to care either.
Harry kissed down Blaise's jawbone, and down his neck. He nipped Blaise's collarbone marking the boy, he'd only properly talked to that day, as his own. He then kissed down and licked his nipples. Each separately carefully in turn, he didn't know if it was right for a guy to lick another guy's nipple. But he knew guy's did it to girl's and it felt right for him, and the intake of breath from Blaise confirmed the fact it felt right for the boy.
Harry's hot breath on Blaise's wet nipples turned Blaise on even more. But if anything the more aroused he got the more he came to his senses.
"Harry, stop" Blaise murmured, and as much as his lower regions protested, he pushed Harry away. Harry groaned, and tried to get back at Blaise's skin. "Stop, please, you don't want this. You're not in you're right mind"
"I am. And I want you." Harry slurred,
"You're drunk" Blaise said, "Wait until morning."
Harry shook his head, biting his lip,
"I want you now" He stopped, "Here." He pointed at the bed.
"No. You just sleep." Blaise said. And stood up, Harry sat up and Blaise pushed him back down. Blaise pulled off Harry's shoes and socks. He undid the button on Harry's jeans, and the fly and pulled them off. He tucked Harry into bed. Blaise then undressed himself and got into bed beside Harry.
"Goodnight kiss" Harry said and pecked Blaise on the lips. Blaise moaned as Harry slipped his tongue into his mouth. The blood was throbbing to Blaise's erection. He pulled apart once more,
"You don't want this" Blaise said, "The alcohol is playing tricks on you"
"Is the alcohol playing tricks on" Harry rubbed his erection against the other boy's "this, then too?"
"Harry no" Blaise said and turned over his cock throbbing, and complaining greatly. But Blaise knew he couldn't take advantage of Harry, he couldn't take advantage of the innocence. If he and Harry were to be together it would be when they were both in completely right minds. No alcohol deciding, and not a rebound relationship or anything. He wanted it to be totally legitimate and genuine.
After 15 minutes the movement and shifting of positions from Harry ceased, this new stillness was to be accompanied by the sound of the boy's heavy sleep-induced breathing. Blaise turned over and sighed staring at the boys toned chest rising and falling with each breath in and out. After another ten minutes of staring, Blaise shut his eyes and let sleep overcome him.
Blaise woke in the morning to his alarm, only to find the bed beside him empty. He sat up bolt straight, and looked around. Harry's clothes off the floor were gone, and his were folded up on the chair. He hadn't left, surely, Blaise though questioning himself, he thought they were friends, admittedly they were a bit drunk last night, and Harry still hadn't paid not that it mattered; the whole shop was just there to get Blaise out of the mansion for summer, away from his parents. He didn't care he liked it this way, but that didn't solve the missing Harry. Blaise rubbed his eyes, and used his index fingers to slide across under his eyes to remove any slipped eyeliner that he'd been too tired and drunk to wipe off the night before.
He got out of bed and rubbed his hands in his hair making it messier than it was. And walked through into the bathroom, he checked his face, he washed off a smear of make up on his cheek and walked off. He didn't care if his hair looked like 'sex hair' as Chris put it whenever all the guys has a 'sleepover' and woke up with crazy hair.
He walked into the kitchen,
"Juice?"
"ARGH!" Blaise jumped, his eyes wide and alert. He stared at Harry, "I thought you left. Fright of my life there"
"Sorry, mate"
Blaise tried to think whether Harry had said mate purposefully or not,
"Yeah I'll have some juice." He laughed, and regretted it as his head was killing, "See you helped yourself to the pineapple. It's my favorite; the rest is for the guys"
"Oh…. Okay" Harry said. "H-how do they get here?" He thought outloud,
"Memory spells" Blaise said with a shrug, "There's this house my dad owns in London that comes through to this one you enter the door and get into the doorway of this one."
"Oh… so they can't tell?" Harry asked
"No… it's an old enchantment my grandfather invented, a muggle's memory of the room they were in gets replaced with the memory of the room they go to. Ingenious magic really." Blaise smiled, "It's hard to explain but basically the muggles think this is a shop in London when they walk in and when they walk out they just think they've been in my house" Blaise nodded his head,
"Ahhh." Harry said, "That's amazing magic."
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Over the next week Harry moved his trunk to Myrahb Alley. He and Blaise became best friends. Not once did they mention what had happened that night. The next few weeks they went to the club quite a lot, Harry got a surprise he was made Head Boy, which meant he had his own room and would probably be sharing with Hermione which wasn't too bad. He hadn't been getting letters from Hermione or Ron, he knew they were staying together, but equally he hadn't been sending any back so he couldn't be angry with them.
He now had a pink part to his fringe. And some pink parts underneath his hair. He had more tops to survive him during the year, he and Blaise had ventured into muggle London and bought even more clothes and shoes. They'd had a huge house party to go away with, in which Harry had got off with a few guys and a lot of girls.
They had one more night left, they'd bought all the books and stuff for the new year. Tomorrow they would be back at school.
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Weeeell, sorry it took so long. I have been on holiday to Tunisia. It was good.
So yeah, review my pretty little cupcakes. Love to you allllllllll
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