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Warning: I had to edit this chapter, because of some NC-17 content. It wasn't such a big cut though. Just a couple of words.

Chap. 20 – Yearning

Harry always felt restless Saturday nights, and usually went out to have a few drinks and find someone to take home. Though he didn't feel like having company this Saturday, he was feeling particularly impatient. So he grabbed a bottle of vodka and fought for a minute against the urge to drink it, but his need for relief got the best of him. He drank enough to feel dizzy and light-headed, and next thing he knew he was sitting under Mrs. Black's painting and they were both laughing their hearts out.

Harry didn't know paintings could get drunk, but somehow Mrs. Black had snatched a bottle of bourbon from another painting and had drunk half of it. Harry couldn't stop laughing when he saw her. She had a goofy smile on her lips, and her fat cheeks were all red.

"Oh, just… hic! Shut… hic… your filthyth… moodybloody… hic… mouth!" she shouted at Harry. But then he made a joke and she started laughing too. "Oh, stop it!" she said, falling to the side of the painting and vanishing for a few seconds. She came back with her hair all dishevelled and she couldn't stop laughing.

"You're funny when you're drunk," Harry pointed out, beaming stupidly. "Maybe I should ask someone to paint booze into your picture!"

She nodded at the idea. "Well, I always liked to drink… socially, I mean." She made a face. "After a certain age… hic! After a certain age, a good bottle of bourbon is all that matters, especially for a painting that will live forever on a wall... I mean, what did I accomplish in life? Nothing! My whole family is dead. There's a half-blood living in my house… I had a queer son, a son that was my pride and joy… hic! And I think the other one was a queer too. I mean, he had a very odd relationship with that werewolf…"

Harry frowned. "Do you think so? They were just friends, weren't they?"

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, please! Sirius had a few girlfriends, but I know – and a mother knows these things – that…"

"You were a horrible mother! How could you tell?"

"Don't interrupt me, half-blood. I'm old! Hic!" she paused to drink some more. "Have some respect for the elderly. But anyway, as I was saying, Sirius had girlfriends, but he preferred to be with the werewolf. The girls never lasted too long, but the werewolf was always with him, and it was everything he cared about," she said thoughtfully.

"Remus wasn't an it! He was a very fine man. In fact," Harry raised the bottle in the air. "He was the best man I've ever met. So I'll drink to Remus!" Harry took a sip from the vodka. "And even if they were gay, I don't care. I liked them both." He closed his eyes sadly. "I hope they are together now."

"In hell," Mrs. Black pointed out.

"Not in hell!" Harry exclaimed, upset. "You are in hell, you and the rest of your twisted family. Sirius and Remus are in heaven with my parents."

"Oh, hand me a tissue. I'm going to cry!" she sneered.

Harry looked up and showed her a finger. She pretended to be outraged.

"You know…" he began, pointing his finger at her. "I think… That you're the most horrible person I know. I've never met anyone as bad as you, with the exception of Voldemort, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange and… and… Wormtail, hell rest their souls."

She smiled and pushed out her big breasts proudly. "Do you really think so?"

"Yes." Harry took another sip from the bottle. "You're just horrible."

"Why, thank you. You're not so bad yourself."

Harry wrinkled his nose. "I know." They stayed quiet for a moment, and then Harry said, "Draco would love to know that Sirius was gay."

"Oh, so it's Draco now…" she provoked him. Harry grunted something impolite. "Maybe you are a sissy too! Isn't it wonderful? My whole life I was surrounded by sissy men! Even my husband! Hahahahahaha!" And she fell to the right side of the painting, coming back a while later with her hand on her stomach. "He… hahaha! He was also a good for nothing! This house is cursed! All men who step in here become gay! Hahahahaha!"

Harry didn't find it so amusing, but then he smiled. "Your husband?"

She nodded. Her face was so red that Harry thought it would explode. "He had such a funny walk!" she went on. "And such a pompous way of talking! Hahahaha! Please, dear, don't talk nonsense in front of our beloved guests." she intoned, impersonating her husband's voice and Harry cackled. "Beloved guests? Since when are guests beloved? Hahahaha! Maybe because the beloved guest was his lover!"

"So I guess I'm gay, too," Harry said after regaining his breath.

"The way you look at him… Yep. Definitely gay," she pointed out. "He's very handsome, so I don't really blame you… And he's a good kid… But don't tell him I said that." She leaned her head against the frame and dozed off.

"He is handsome, isn't he?" Harry said to himself. "So handsome that it takes my breath away…" He put the bottle aside with a sigh. He had had enough to drink. Now he just wanted his bed. He climbed the stairs slowly and when he got to his room, he wondered if he should call one of the twin girls to keep him company. But he knew there was just one person he wanted in bed with him. It was amazing how clear his feelings were when he was drunk. For example, if Draco came through his door right now, Harry would give himself eagerly to him.

The alcohol made Harry feel liberated from all of his fears and idiosyncrasies. He caught himself thinking about Draco. He didn't want Draco to sleep with Bill, not tonight. He wanted Draco to come home and make love to him. Today he was willing to allow Draco to do anything he wanted. Harry wouldn't put up a fight. He would surrender. He was ready to give in to his most intimate desires. What was the point of denying that he wanted Draco? Harry could have hidden his true feelings in the past – even from himself – but he couldn't hide it now, not when Draco kept parading in front of him every day with his perfect body, hair, smile… just… everything.

He lusted for his nemesis, and perhaps the strong attraction Harry felt for Draco was due to the scandal it would cause. Everything forbidden was desirable.

Harry lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling. He was flustered. He would have freaked out if he were sober. He would have denied those feelings and put them aside. It was wrong to desire Draco. He had never felt any attraction towards other men. Draco was an exception. Perhaps it was just a phase, a curiosity. Perhaps it would pass once he had had Draco. Harry didn't know. His mixed-up feelings were driving him crazy.

He closed his eyes and Draco appeared in his thoughts, wearing nothing but ordinary white underwear, like a sexy advertisement. The blond was staring at him mischievously, daring him to resist. In Harry's mind, Draco walked slowly towards him and sat on top of him, pinning Harry's hands to the mattress. Harry struggled to break free, but Draco knew it was just an act. The blond smirked and licked his lips. Harry moaned softly. He threw his head back as Draco kissed his exposed neck, and cried out lustily when he felt Draco's teeth biting it.

Imaginary Draco rocked his body and Harry was instantly hard. The little self-control he had went out the window. Harry stood up and hurriedly took off his clothes. His body was on fire. He lay back in bed, fully naked, and Draco's imaginary hands followed his own as he caressed his body.

"Fuck!" Harry exclaimed. Even though he was inexperienced with other men, he knew what felt good. He stroked himself as he imagined Draco doing it with his own hands and then with his tongue. He moaned, desperate to feel the real thing. "Draco…ah…ah…"

His strokes quickened. This was so wrong and yet felt so good.

"Ah… Draco…"

"Tell me you want me," imaginary Draco whispered in his ear.

"No…" Harry muttered.

"Tell me or I'll stop. Tell me, Harry. Don't be afraid. I feel the same way."

"Ah…" Harry bit his lower lip hard. "I… want you. I want you."

"Tell what exactly what you want from me," Draco demanded.

"I want you to fuck me," Harry said, his eyes lost in a daze.

Harry felt as if those words set him free. He imagined what it would be like to have the real Draco on top of him, rubbing his body against Harry. He felt the excitement run through him, and he trembled with pleasure.

"I'm screwed," he muttered after his body cooled down.

He went to the bathroom to clean himself up and avoided looking at himself in the mirror. He was feeling terribly guilty, like he had committed a sin. He told himself to stop being an idiot. What did it matter if he had fallen in love with another man? Like Fred had said before, there was no label when it came to loving someone.

But he still felt guilty. He didn't know if one man could really love another. He didn't know if this love could last. Perhaps it was just lust that once satiated, would go away. Then Harry would return to his normal – heterosexual – self.

He heard the phone ringing. He looked at his watch and frowned. It was past midnight. There were only two people who dared to call Harry whenever they felt like it: Fred and Hermione. He picked up the phone in a very bad mood, the effects of alcohol completely gone by now.

"What?" he asked sternly.

"Hey, mate! What's with the bad mood? Were you sleeping? On a Saturday night? You are the most pathetic human being I've ever come across!" Fred exclaimed from the other side of the line. "I'm Apparating right in front of your house. Don't think, just put on some clothes and open the door for me. We are going out. I won't accept no for an answer! Don't even try it. I'll drag you out if I have to, and you know I mean it. I'll give you five minutes. All right, fifteen. I have… erm… someone on top of me right now… So just be ready, Harry! Bye!"

Fred hung up and Harry kept staring at the telephone with a horrified expression. He didn't want to go out, but when it came to Fred, one might as well do as he said or there would be hell to pay.

TBC…

A/N: Yay! Harry is going out. Draco is going out. Hmm… I wonder… XD Anyway, this chapter is dedicated to my betas, who were impatiently waiting for some smut. The real smut is closer now! Lol! And especially to Jade, who gave me the idea to make Harry moan for Draco the same way Draco moaned for him in the beginning of the story. Yeah, it's payback time, Harry! Lol! So, tell me what you think! Review!!!

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