Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor some of the characters I will be
introducing, however Jennifer Potter and some of the descriptions within do
be long to me, not to mention the ideas from some of these pairings.
A/N: Hello everyone; nice to see you again. This weekend was a break through and I even have a few ideas for some chapters you haven't read yet, I hope you will review and read this thoroughly. It is MANDATORY that you enjoy yourself when you read this. It's a bit mixed up and if I have ANY MISTAKES can you point them out for me? It's important for me to make this as enjoyable and pain free a possible, including my hopes that you will not be too annoyed with my mistakes. To make up for the somewhat short chapters I have submitted, here's a really long one grin and I finally get them on their way secretive smile In this chapter I'm trying to get all of you to fall in love with the great Potter, but you will like a few twist I plan on adding after I receive a few more reviews.
Okay, enough chat, how about we begin...
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Where we last left off...
The rest of the gang followed as well, Blaise being the last one to enter as he tossed one last glaze over his shoulder...
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Chapter Nine
Harry stared fixedly at an old book, located at the very back of the bookstore as his friends and cousin searched for school books and books on Qudditch. The book's cover was blank, the spine as well, not showing any sign of what type of book this was, except for a small, blue violet in the corner of the back of the book. Harry reached out to touch the closed book, his hand starting to tingle as he did so, his body temperature becoming warmer as his fingers lightly touched the blue violet, the little picture familiar to him somehow. Closing his fingers around the spine of the book, he lifted it, feeling how heavy the book actually was and turned it over a few times to observe it's blankness, the black, leather cover worn so much so that the leather had begun to peel slightly. Shrugging to himself, Harry went to open the book.
"Do you plan on buying?" He heard someone say just as he grasped the front cover to open the leather book. Looking up, Harry saw his cousin standing next to the manager of the bookstore staring at him intently, his cousin's face somewhat serious though she smiled lightly at him. He nodded his head.
"How much?" He asked as an after thought, putting the book possessively under his arm. The store manager eyed him for a bit before glancing at Jennifer then looking back to him.
"Come to the desk and I'll ring it up for you," the older male was slightly intimidating, holding an air of knowledge around his six foot two and standing quite a bit over Harry with hazel eyes and long brown hair. Harry glided past his cousin who turned to follow him, her eyes never leaving the book securely under Harry's arm. Harry placed the large fragile book down on the counter carefully, not removing his hand from it, even as the man flicked his wand over Harry's book, supposedly to tell the cost. "That will be two hundred galleons." The man said simply, looking to Harry. Harry dug in his robe pockets but before he could produce his moneybag, Donny came up from behind him.
"I got it, Harry," the taller male smiled charmingly at him, leaning over Harry unnecessarily as he gave the manager the money for Harry's book.
"So, what have you got there, Harry," Mike asked, coming up from behind his brother to look over his shoulder, the youngest of the brothers, the shortest and most tan. Harry smiled at them, glaring at Donnie because he didn't like to be paid for but proudly showed them his book.
"I have none of the slightest idea," he said proudly, walking out of the store as Donnie sweat dropped. He just paid two hundred galleons for a mystery book? Mike chuckled at him; following Harry out of the store happily as his oldest brother moped and his other brothers were talking to Ron, Hermoine and Jennifer.
"You wanna catch an ice cream?" he asked Harry excitedly, coming up beside the shorter boy. Mike was the only one still in school, it was his seventh year at Drumstrang and this year he was permitted to switch schools in a transfer program. Sure it would put him a year behind, making his graduation next year, but hell, he was going to be in Harry's year at least!
Harry glanced over at Mike and offered a small smile followed by an enthusiastic nod, changing directions to the ice cream parlor right next to the somewhat stifling bookstore so he could see his friends come out. The Gryfindor took a moment to survey his friend, letting his eyes roam all over the older boy's form as he did so. He had to admit, out of all of the Daniels brothers, he enjoyed being around this one the most. He was fun, high-spirited and could get a little carried away at times but he had only seen the other boy serious once in the years he had known him. And that was over who he was going to take to the Yule Ball, but in the end he had decided his original choice, not to mention all of them were out of Hogwarts and Mike was the only one still in school.
Taking a seat out side after the got their cones, Harry sat next to the somewhat giddy blond haired boy, turning his gaze to the people that walked by and not having a care in the world as he happily licked at his vanilla ice cream cone, making sure none of it dripped down his hands or on the book he had placed in front of him. He didn't notice Mike staring at him intently, albeit longingly as Harry took long, stroking licks of his cone, the talented tongue lapping at the creamy white substance, lips curving over the tip of it slightly to catch more of the creamy sweet substance. Mike's glaze seemed to go in slow motion as his eyes zoomed in on Harry's long tongue and the envied ice cream.
"So, you're coming to Hogwarts this year?" Harry said suddenly, bringing Mike from his infatuation with the raven-haired boy's tongue and lips. Mike's eyes zoomed out and focused on Harry's face; a little of the ice cream was on the tip of Harry's nose and looked absolutely adorable as he smiled up at Mike.
"Yeah," Mike said weakly, chuckling a bit at Harry.
"What?" Harry tilted his head to the side slightly, lowering his ice cream from his lips completely, and licking off any remanding substance from his lips. Mike stared, transfixed, eyes focused longingly on Harry's lips, which were slightly pink from the chill of the ice cream. His eyes flickered up to Harry's nose; the vanilla ice cream still perched innocently on Harry's button nose. Mike realized he probably wouldn't get another chance like this, his brothers, Jennifer and Harry's friends in the way half the time and with Harry's new friend...he leaned forward slightly.
"You just have something on your nose," Mike whispered in a chuckle, leaning forward even more, "here, I'll get it." Harry watched with wide eyes as Mike became closer, the boy's tan hand cupping the side of Harry's face, his thumb caressing the Gryfindor's nose clean as he became closer.
"Michelangelo Daniels, what in the seven hells do you think you're doing?" he heard and the two snapped apart, facing the person who had interrupted Mike's moment.
"Donnie," he nodded, glaring at his brother as the older Daniels stood before the two of them, looking as if he were going to jump across the table and strangle his youngest brother to death.
"Harry!" Jennifer exclaimed, coming up behind him, Hermoine, Ron, Rocky and Ralph were not far behind and the two brothers stared death at the youngest.
"Hi, guys!" Harry blushed, trying his best to seem like nothing was happening, "we were just having an ice cream in wait, but um, it's getting late so, I think we should head home, right Jen," he said in a hurry, rising from his seat as he took an innocent lick from his ice cream so it wouldn't melt all over him. The three brothers stared longingly at him and Mike tried his best not to look at Harry, reading his brothers' expressions clearly, reminding him of the agreement they shared ever since they realized they were all attracted to the green-eyed wizard: 'All's far in love and war'.
"We had fun, Harry," Mike hugged the stunned and blushing Gryfindor, his arms wrapping around the slim, muscled waste, allowing him to feel the slight ripple in Harry's flesh at being hugged so tightly. He could almost sense the glares his brothers sent him and so he let go of the Gryfindor. Harry gave him a shy smile before grabbing his book and Jennifer, both making a loud popping sound as they disappeared, unaware of the silver eyes watching from the clothing store window...
Harry stumbled slightly when he landed in his living room, not really expecting his first try at apparition to work.
"Harry," Jennifer scolded but smiled at him none-the-less when it actually worked, "you know the law of underage magic," she shook her head, sporting a few bags, which she promptly dropped on Harry's couch before moving towards the door.
"I had fun today," Harry told her, still licking his ice cream happily as he watched her open the doors, which led to the hall way and out of his quarters. She turned back to him with a smile and her own bags in hand.
"I did as well, Harry," she glanced behind him, noting the setting sun. "Dinner will be ready in an hour or so if you want to eat, if not, I bid you goodnight, for tomorrow you have full rein over the mansion." She smirked.
"Why is that?" he asked, finishing off his cone with a child-like smile as he walked over to get his bags.
"When you said I sound like Malfoy you have no idea how close to the truth you were, our lives are much like theirs though, we, of course, differ in values," she smiled.
"You mean we're aristocrats," he glared but could not remove the small smile on his lips as he picked up his bags of schoolbooks and new uniforms he had purchased.
"Something like that," she smiled, "goodnight, baby cousin," she said softly, closing the door behind her with a soft click. As soon as the door closed the fire lit to life and glowed warmly at Harry in welcome. Harry grinned around the room at nothing in particular before he turned with bags in hand toward his room...
"Master Harry Potter, sire," Harry heard in his ear, he groaned turning to the other side only to hear the slightly more annoying voice even closer, "Master Harry Potter, sire, Mistress Jennifer told me to awaken you, it's nearly noon, sire," the annoying voice said in his ear and Harry opened blurry eyes to grace the world with his green eyed gaze. He was almost blinded when his eyes focused, the blue light of the little blue fairy hitting him directly in the eye.
"Good morning, Chris," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes as he sat up slowly, his silk sheets sliding down his bare chest and pooling on his lap. Noticing that he was in fact, naked again, he blushed crimson and looked over at the little blue elf, who watched him silently, sitting casually on his bed.
"Why do you blush, sire?" The little fairy asked, tilting it's head to the side and Harry growled lightly, rolling his eyes at the little fairy as he swung his legs over the side of his bed.
"So, Chris, what shall I do, today?" Harry went to go rummage through his wardrobe.
"Well," the little fairy flew after him, watching with curious eyes as Harry tried to pick something comfortable to wear around the house, "Mistress Jennifer told me to give you a tour of the gardens and the fields, sire, we have a lot to cover." Harry sighed to himself before pulling on a pair of boxers and picking out a short sleeved, dark green shirt and a pair of black jeans. He walked over to the socks, glad he actually had a large variety to pick from, picking a pair of dark green socks, which matched his shirt and then a pair of regular, Muggle K-Swiss. Harry grinned stupidly as he walked over to the mirror and desk, picking up a brush and starting to brush his now lightly layered hair.
"Chris, didn't I tell you to call me Harry?" he asked, looking at the little boy fairy in the mirror. He saw the light purple of his cheeks and smirked at the nodding fairy. "Change into your human form," he said suddenly and the fairy did so automatically. Harry stared in the mirror, surprised at the naked male behind him, the male's cheeks a light rose.
"I did as told, s-Harry," Chris was looking down, arms at his sides and Harry put the brush down, turning to him.
"Well, I didn't think you would do it," Harry huffed out as his eyes raked up and down the tempting body, "Where are your clothes?" Harry asked suddenly, turning back to mirror, trying not to stare.
"I ripped them when I grew," Chris' blush did not leave the floor. Harry chuckled likely, picking up the blush again and shaking his head. His smile faded at a sudden thought, noting the 'fairy's' submissive nature.
"Were you made to stand in front of someone like this?" Harry asked suddenly, tilting his head in curiosity at Christopher. Chris's eyes shot up and looked Harry in the eye through the mirror.
"No, never, sire, Mistress Jennifer Potter would never do that to me. She saved me from the streets, saved me from the market," Chris said defiantly and Harry nodded, a slight frown on his face.
"Well don't just stand there," The Gryfindor huffed at Chris' mirror image, "go get some of my clothes on!" Harry chuckled lightly at Chris' blush, satisfied with a slight taming of his wild, long locks. Going to look at himself in the mirror on his closet door, Harry smirked at his reflection. He nodded in appreciation when what looked back at him was a healthy, but pale teen, somewhat muscular though he was a bit short.
"May we leave now, Master Harry," Harry heard and he looked from the mirror to Chris. The taller boy was wearing a pair of blue dress pants and a plain white button up shirt, which Harry thought he looked splendid in. Harry allowed his eyes to trail up and down the boy's body and noted he hadn't checked out so many people in such a short amount of time in his entire life. Harry stopped looking him over and smiled brightly up at Chris, ignoring his increasing attraction toward the young male.
"Lead the way," he smiled, stepping aside to allow the taller boy in front of him. Chris smiled shyly once more, gliding Harry out of his quarters and down the long stairs.
"The gardens then, Master Harry?" Chris asked as he opened the grand front doors leading to the front lawn of Potter Mansion. Harry nodded and stepped from the doors, standing atop the large steps and over looking the beautiful lawn which consisted of perfectly cut grass, a pebble walk way leading a path to the side of the mansion, the beginnings of the path encircling a large fountain. Harry stared fixedly at the fountain as he followed Chris down the path leading to the side of the mansion. The statue in the center of the fountain was of a beautiful man with wings spread widely looking to the heavens, water coming from his eyes a he looked up. Under his wings were a little boy and girl with pointed ears and eyes with no pupils, they were looking up at the man with wings, water coming from their eyes as well. At the base of the statue where the man's feet were there laid a book open, the stone pages turning with the slight breeze and with every turn, water splattered into the water pool like fountain. "Here we are," Harry nearly ran into Chris when they suddenly stopped, he turned his gaze to the taller boy. Harry gasped loudly, before him was a field of flowers, flowers of all shapes and sizes and they all rested in what looked like a green house. "Beyond this," Chris told him as they entered the greenhouse, "are the Potter fields, and even farther is Potter Forest," Chris explained and Harry nodded.
"I didn't know I owned so much," Harry said in awe, gliding along the flowers, which were so big they came up to his knees.
"This is one of the reason's why you are so famous, sire," Chris smiled, standing back as he watched Harry almost skip through the greenery and bright s around him.
"Come," Harry beckoned, jogging up to him and taking his hands, "Play with me," Harry's light chuckle sang in Christopher's ears as Harry spun him around through the field of flowers. "In my field of paper flowers," the Gryfindor began to sing, grinning at Chris as they spun through the sweet smelling plants, "and candy clouds of lullaby. I lay inside myself for hours, and watch my purple skies fly over me," Harry voice was like music and Chris could not help but forget his place in all this in the light of his master. Harry chuckled and released Chris from his hold and both spun to the soft ground of flowers and moss. Harry was laughing heartily, panting lightly.
"What was that song you sung, Mast-?" Harry interrupted him.
"Harry. Just Harry," Harry panted, smiling over at Chris though he couldn't see him past the thick growth of plants and flowers. "The song is called Imaginary, it's by one of Ralph's favorite bands, he let me borrow it before the Dursleys made me give it back." Chris nodded, feeling exactly what his Mistress had told him he would feel in the presence of Master Potter.
"Mast-Harry..." Chris sat up and looked at the slightly panting boy, Harry was staring above him, eyes slightly glazed over as he looked at the bright blue skies. Chris stared, transfixed.
"Would you like to show me the field now, Chris?" Harry asked, though he still stared above him, oblivious of Chris watching him. The raven-haired boy sat up to look at Chris when he received no answer only to find the taller boy staring at him. Chris blushed slightly and Harry smiled.
"Yes, Harry," he whispered and stood...
Through out the next few weeks the days seemed to pass by like water and though Harry had not heard from any of his friends and saw Jennifer very little, he was completely content in the company of his newfound best friend, Christopher. Dudley had hardly been heard from, Jennifer told him the Dursleys had picked him up not a week after their arrival. Before he knew it, it was the first of September and he was to face the world as the new Harry Potter, a true Potter, as his cousin had put it.
Harry sighed to himself as he watched Tammy and Chris bring his things out to the limo he was to be driving in, though he had insisted on doing it himself, Jennifer had fussed that she would not have her baby cousin dealing with "any of that" now that he knew what a "true Potter" was. He began to miss Draco being around, the simple change from 'a-true-Potter' to 'a-true-Malfoy' was just what he needed. He looked down at himself. The change in weather had been hell on him for the simple fact that his cousin had insisted on him wearing all the designer sweaters and long sleeved shirts he could. At the moment he was dressed in a long sleeved cashmere v- shaped dark green sweater, long black dress pants, green Swade shoes and a long, black 'jacket' that reached to his ankles and reminded him of robes just with a collar in place of a hood. His hair had been let down over his shoulders instead of pulled back, like his cousin would have liked before he told her he was going to look in some way like himself. The wild locks were tamed somewhat, framing his pale face, his shirt bringing out the sharp of his eyes.
"Harry, are you ready to go?" Jennifer asked, standing next to the open limo door, awaiting her cousin who she could tell was two seconds from saying he didn't want to leave. Harry glared at her slightly, taking in her attire as well and he had to admit his cousin did look beautiful. She was dressed in an all green businesslike suite, the broad shoulders taken out to give her a more feminine look, the suite was fitted, outlining the more obvious curves of a woman's body, reminding Harry that she was at least four years his elder. Under her suite jacket she wore a tight fitting, black tank top, which exposed the top of her breast, giving her a little cleavage. Her pants were a plain, deep green, like her suite jacket though it suited her perfectly. Her shoes were of simple low cut boots, the black matching her tank top. Harry's eyes trailed to her face and he noted the application of makeup on her eyelids as he glided down the steps with practiced steps though he did not show it. On her nose rested a pair of perfectly square glasses, her long black hair flowing over her shoulders and down her back, hair held out of her face by a black head band, emerald studs in her ears.
"You look nice," he nodded, smirking to her as he stood in front of her.
"I do, don't I," her smug remark was expected as they got in the back seat of the black limo and Chris closed the door behind them.
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"So Chris, are you going to come visit me?" Harry called to his driver, jumping to the seat across from him so he could speak in Chris' ear as he drove. Chris glanced at him in his mirror, keeping his concentration on the rode.
"Mistress Jennifer told me she is working to put me in Hogwarts this year, to be with you, Harry," Chris told him excitedly. Harry turned his head to glare at his cousin who was innocently trying to make sure her makeup was perfect in her hand held mirror.
"And when was Mistress Jennifer going to tell me this," Harry asked, staring at his older cousin in a glower. Jennifer looked up from her mirror and glared at Chris who glanced back at her through his mirror.
"I have none of the slightest idea what you're talking about," Jennifer stuck her nose up in the air and looked pointedly out of the window, ignoring both Chris and Harry as they changed the subject talking about nothing and everything on their long ride to King's Cross.
Chris glanced back at Harry and Jennifer with a small smile on his face; both were dozing lightly on the comfortable leather interior of their limo.
"Harry, Mistress Jennifer, we're here," he called over his shoulder. Chris was dressed in his traditional black suit and tie, his hair pulled back in a neat pony tail and he noted another limo just driving off, seeing Harry's friend, Draco, walk into the building with a curious look tossed their way. Harry opened his eyes when he felt someone's gaze upon his person and he found Jennifer staring at him from the other side of the limo, her glasses slightly askew from where she had been lying down. Both popped up when they noticed they had stopped and Jennifer immediately started to fix herself in her mirror, Harry simply turned around.
"How do I look?" he asked and Chris turned around fully to look him over. He made a thoughtful face before turning over in his seat and pushing Harry's hair down on his left side then Chris licked his thumb and smoothed one of his elbows.
"Perfect," the taller boy whispered and Harry smiled brightly, turning around. Chris nodded, stepped from the driver seat of the limo and walked around it, nodding to on lookers that stared in curiosity. Coming to the left side of the car, Chris opened the door for his Mistress and Master. First, Jennifer came out of the limo, her graceful exit from the limo and usual attention taking appearance led some to stare at her fully, she stepped side the limo door, allowing her cousin to come out. Even more people stared as Harry stepped from the limo, his movements equally as graceful if not more so. Jennifer smiled up at her slightly taller cousin, and Harry returned it, she nodded to Chris and he hurriedly retrieved Harry's things from the trunk, piling it on a cart for him to push. Jennifer and Harry spoke quietly to each other as they waited for Chris to finish. When they heard the trunk slam, they moved into the busy building.
People seemed to part for them as they walked by platform after platform to platform 9 3/4, their appearance and grace drawing attention to them. They barely slipped through the pass way without being noticed and even when they got through all action seemed to stop. The three of them moved to the baggage compartment to get Harry settled.
"I am happy you came with me," Harry smiled down at his cousin, eyes twinkling slightly.
"If your eyes twinkle anymore I would think you were related to Dumbledore," Jennifer giggled lightly, smiling up at him. Harry's face dropped, causing her to giggle more, encouraging Harry to chuckle as well.
"Harry, Mistress Jennifer, I am finished," Chris bowed; haven completed his task of putting all of Harry's baggage away. Harry opened his arms to Chris, and Jennifer rolled her eyes as he enveloped the taller boy in a hug.
"Thank you for everything, Chris. I hope to see you soon," Harry chuckled as he pulled back.
"You will, of course, be coming home for the Christmas Holidays, I've been planning it forever since you can't come home during Halloween or Thanksgiving," Jennifer interrupted when Chris looked like he was about to say something. Harry nodded vigorously and gave his cousin a bear hug and kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you then, Harry, if not sooner," the glint in her eyes made Harry think she was up to something and for once the Gryfindor did not want to go to Hogwarts so soon.
"I'll write and I better get at least one owl from each of you," he smiled as the train whistled.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Chris said all of a sudden, turning around to get something he had hung on the cart, "Here's your uniform, Harry," he said eagerly and Harry smiled his thanks before boarding the train, noticing a few students had to run because they were too preoccupied with staring at him. He smiled and waved as the train began to move, Jennifer and Chris waving to him as he began his journey to Hogwarts once again, but as a completely different person.
Harry turned into the train fully with a sigh, now he had to face the questions of his fellow peers, explaining why he looked like a healthy aristocrat instead of the sickly bum he was last year. Going in search of an empty compartment and remembering that his best friends were probably in the prefect meeting, he pointedly ignored the stares he got from a few still lingering students. Locating his usual compartment at the end of the train, the somewhat giddy Gryfindor sat down in a huff. Harry looked down at himself, he wanted to walk around, that's what these clothes were for anyway so he decided to do so, and besides, he wanted to go find Mike and see what he was up to. Shrugging to himself, Harry placed his pressed and plastic enwrapped uniform on his chair and left his compartment.
It wasn't that hard to find the older wizard, all he had to do was follow the trail of the first, second, third, fourth, fifth and even some of the six and seventh years swooning all over him.
"Michelangelo, that's such a cool name," Harry heard one of the seventh year girls say, laying all over Mike's arm as he struggled to get into an open compartment in which all prefects were having their meeting in.
"Can't you see we're having a meeting?" One of the more ugly Hufflepuff perfects asked and Mike tried to answer. Draco watched in amusement as this all happened, but his smirk fell when ears began to hum lightly.
"Mike, starting already?" Harry drawled and surprised himself at the silk in his voice. Mike looked over the many heads of girls and guys, staring directly in Harry's glinting green eyes.
"Harry?" Mike squeaked, mouth falling open in shock as he stared at Harry, raking his eyes up and down the Gryfindor's body. The smirk set on the Gryfindor's face could be described as two things: inviting and sexy. In curiosity, the ten or so girls and guys turned and stared, mouths hanging open at the sight of the Gryfindor. Harry's presence commanded eyes to him and everyone stared in silence until the perfects in a meeting felt curious as well.
"Harry!" Hermoine exclaimed, pushing past all the people to get to her best friend.
"Moine!" Harry smiled, opening his arms in welcome to her and she basically leaped into him, hugging the life out of her best friend. Ron followed suite and after a moment of exchanged bear hugs they pulled apart.
"You look great, mate," Ron, said, patting him on the back.
"And taller," Hermoine chimed.
"Not to mention you have a little to you now," Ron chuckled. His friend had continued to grow over the few weeks he had not seen him and Ron's skin was a beautiful bronze, as was Hermoine's and Harry had to feel just a little envious.
"Potter," the familiar somewhat friendly draw was there and the trio turned to Draco.
"Malfoy," Harry smiled up at him, stepping to him slightly. Malfoy offered his hand and everyone seemed to hold their breath for a moment, including the still transfixed Mike. Harry smirked at his offered hand and took it, no hesitation in his actions and everyone seemed to gasp at the simple contact, like all hope was lost.
"Meeting adjourned," the head boy whispered as Draco and Harry stood, shaking hands.
"So, come on, Harry, let's go talk about our year together," Mike suddenly jumped in, realizing he had a voice. Harry smiled at Draco in apology, releasing his hand as Mike, Hermoine and Ron dragged him away from Draco and to the other side of the train where his compartment was located. Harry growled inwardly, why did it seem like every time he was having a moment with Malfoy somebody dragged him away. Mike was going on and on about how much fun they were going to have this year.
"And I want to join a team," Mike didn't think Harry was listening, neither were Ron and Hermoine who were two busy trying to swallow each others heads so he went off on tangent, "and I think you're so fucking hot I could throw you against the window and have my wicked way with you."
"What?" Harry exclaimed, snapping his head to the side, away from the window to look to Mike, who sat next to him. The youngest Daniels didn't know why, but the look on Harry's face made his body temperature rise and he couldn't help himself as he pushed himself on the younger boy, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss. Harry was so shocked his gasp didn't issue until about two seconds later, Mike took this opportunity to plunge his tongue deep into Harry's warm mouth, tasting exotic spices on the raven- haired boy's tongue, the taste making his tongue tingle in delight. Never had a kiss been like this, never had his mouth been on fire with the taste of someone else in his mouth.
Harry moaned at the feel of Mike's cool tongue in his orifice and he could not help but kiss back, his tongue taking part in the action as he tried his best to cool his mouth with Mike's taste. But the more he kissed him, the warmer Mike's mouth became and the hotter his own mouth became. The combined heat made his body temperature rise and he could feel Mike's palms heat on his face, burning him. He pulled back, panting for cooling air as his temperature dropped back to normal, Mike leaning over him, panting as well, his eyes glazed over lustily as he looked down at Harry. He leaned forward eagerly and Harry pulled away, pushing himself into the cushioned chair more and turning his face away. Mike grabbed Harry's chin, twisting his face toward his in want and Harry attempted to pull away, again.
"Please, Harry," Mike pleaded, whispering his need against Harry's tempting, kiss swollen lips, and still Harry tried to push Mike away. Mike pushed his arousal against Harry's thigh, sprawled on top of the raven- haired beauty. "Oh Gods Harry, I want you," he whispered, not caring of the snogging, oblivious pair across from them, Harry turned his face to the side again, panting heavily, "just let me taste you again." Mike muttered longingly against Harry's cheek and turned his face by forcing him with the turn of his chin. Mike reclaimed Harry's lips, his own begging for reconnection. He dipped his tongue into Harry's moist, parted lips and again, tasted spices, but the spices were so hot, like a hot sauce that burned the tip of your tongue and he thirsted for more, so much more.
Harry could no longer taste the cool of Mike's mouth though there was a lingering there that entreated him to kiss back, searching Mike's mouth thoroughly for that cooling taste, searing Mike's entire mouth with his tongue as he used his tongue to trail across Mike's teeth, over Mike's own tongue, tickle the roof of his mouth, and fuck him with his tongue in his mouth just to find the slowly diminishing cool of his speaking cavern. Harry was becoming so utterly hot and his mouth burned. Mike's licks were making him hotter and hotter until he pulled away, breaking the, literally, searing kiss.
When Mike opened his eyes, he looked down on Harry who was panting fiercely, the Gryfindor's own excitement pressing into his and causing him to groan in lust. So spicy, so tasty, he wanted more. Licking his lips he stared at Harry's parted lips, which panted for air. To his surprise, steam came from the Gryfindor's lips as the raven-haired boy panted and Michael watched in amazement as the spices from Harry's mouth twirled in the air and hit him full on the face, making his already straining cock painful.
"Taste, more," Mike panted, trying to kiss the Gryfindor.
"No," Harry whispered hoarsely, pushing Mike away though the older boy was stronger and bigger, almost twice Harry's size, "Stop," this felt wrong, good, but wrong and he pushed Mike hard enough to throw the larger boy off and against the window he had been looking out of moments ago, Hermoine and Ron still engorged in themselves. Grabbing his uniform, Harry fled the compartment, trying to get away from his ragging hormones and Mike. Running into the next compartment he saw when he heard Mike calling after him, Harry slammed the door behind him with a sigh of relief as he watched Mike's shadow run by the compartment.
Turning around, Harry's heart nearly leapt out of his throat, Draco Malfoy sat in this compartment all by his lonesome. Draco raised an eyebrow at his ruffled appearance, the Slytherin already in his school robes. Harry shook his head, signally for him not to ask as he flopped down across from the blonde.
"Let me guess," Draco drawled after a moment, eyes landing on Harry's kiss swollen lips, "Boy friend problems."
"You could say that except for the fact that he's not my boyfriend," Harry sighed in defeat, leaning back against the cushioned chair in a relaxing position, "Mike's just a really good friend and then he comes out of no where and kisses me! But I don't know, it was my first French kiss," Harry blushed, "so I don't know if it was suppose to feel like that." Draco fumed for a moment, that Ninja Turtle wanna be had stolen his Harry's first kiss! He was furious!
"Feel like what?" Though he didn't think he wanted to know, he was curious.
"At first it was like my mouth was really hot," Harry's eyes glazed over at the remembering of the sensations, making Draco curse all the Daniels back to the first bastard that decided to name his lineage Daniels, "but then he," Harry cleared his throat and blushed, "put his tongue in my mouth and it cooled, like I was drinking really good water but then the cooling taste started to leave and my mouth burned. It almost hurt, so I broke the kiss but he wanted more, so he kissed me again and the cooling taste was even less, so I searched and I kissed him back, trying to find any lingering of the cool taste in his mouth but I couldn't find anymore and he kissed me until I couldn't take it anymore, I pulled away, it burned," Harry explained, bringing his own fingers up to run over his bottom lip in remembrance.
Though Draco was quite angry with the youngest Daniels he could not help but be aroused by Harry's description, his ears humming as he licked his lips, staring longingly at the Gryfindor. Harry glanced out the window and saw Hogwarts not too far off, so he began to disrobe.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked, nervous and Harry turned to him, raising an eyebrow.
"It's not like you haven't seen me naked before, Draco, and I'm not taking off all my clothes," Harry huffed and Draco swallowed. Spending so much time away from the Gryfindor made his Veela senses sensitive and just seeing the younger wizard made his years hum horribly, he could almost feel his hair growing longer as it defied the laws of hair gel. Deciding to leave the Gryfindor to his clothing, Draco stood and walked over to the compartment door. "Where are you going?" Harry asked, pulling the shirt over his head.
"To find the bathroom," Draco turned to leave, but to his dislike and disgust, Mike stood in the doorway. Mike stared past Draco Malfoy, Harry's bare chest giving him an eyeful as his light eyes clouded in barely contained need.
"Gods, Harry," Mike whispered, raking his eyes over Harry's pale abdomen and chest.
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Sorry about any misspellings or errors, my beta's being lazy!
Well, that's it for now. To answer some lingering questions:
Unicorn blood looked white to me, but it may be silver, after all, I haven't slain any unicorns...lately
You'll have to read farther to figure out what Harry is, but I will drop some pebbles on the way to lead you to some type of conclusion. All you have to know is that Harry is not a Veela smirk
I'm not exactly sure where I want Ron and Harry to go but if you read this chapter, the Golden Boy's best friend wanting him may be a little too much for him to handle...I'll think about it though.
Jennifer is, in fact Harry's blood relative but he didn't really find out until...read the story!
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A/N: Hello everyone; nice to see you again. This weekend was a break through and I even have a few ideas for some chapters you haven't read yet, I hope you will review and read this thoroughly. It is MANDATORY that you enjoy yourself when you read this. It's a bit mixed up and if I have ANY MISTAKES can you point them out for me? It's important for me to make this as enjoyable and pain free a possible, including my hopes that you will not be too annoyed with my mistakes. To make up for the somewhat short chapters I have submitted, here's a really long one grin and I finally get them on their way secretive smile In this chapter I'm trying to get all of you to fall in love with the great Potter, but you will like a few twist I plan on adding after I receive a few more reviews.
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The rest of the gang followed as well, Blaise being the last one to enter as he tossed one last glaze over his shoulder...
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Chapter Nine
Harry stared fixedly at an old book, located at the very back of the bookstore as his friends and cousin searched for school books and books on Qudditch. The book's cover was blank, the spine as well, not showing any sign of what type of book this was, except for a small, blue violet in the corner of the back of the book. Harry reached out to touch the closed book, his hand starting to tingle as he did so, his body temperature becoming warmer as his fingers lightly touched the blue violet, the little picture familiar to him somehow. Closing his fingers around the spine of the book, he lifted it, feeling how heavy the book actually was and turned it over a few times to observe it's blankness, the black, leather cover worn so much so that the leather had begun to peel slightly. Shrugging to himself, Harry went to open the book.
"Do you plan on buying?" He heard someone say just as he grasped the front cover to open the leather book. Looking up, Harry saw his cousin standing next to the manager of the bookstore staring at him intently, his cousin's face somewhat serious though she smiled lightly at him. He nodded his head.
"How much?" He asked as an after thought, putting the book possessively under his arm. The store manager eyed him for a bit before glancing at Jennifer then looking back to him.
"Come to the desk and I'll ring it up for you," the older male was slightly intimidating, holding an air of knowledge around his six foot two and standing quite a bit over Harry with hazel eyes and long brown hair. Harry glided past his cousin who turned to follow him, her eyes never leaving the book securely under Harry's arm. Harry placed the large fragile book down on the counter carefully, not removing his hand from it, even as the man flicked his wand over Harry's book, supposedly to tell the cost. "That will be two hundred galleons." The man said simply, looking to Harry. Harry dug in his robe pockets but before he could produce his moneybag, Donny came up from behind him.
"I got it, Harry," the taller male smiled charmingly at him, leaning over Harry unnecessarily as he gave the manager the money for Harry's book.
"So, what have you got there, Harry," Mike asked, coming up from behind his brother to look over his shoulder, the youngest of the brothers, the shortest and most tan. Harry smiled at them, glaring at Donnie because he didn't like to be paid for but proudly showed them his book.
"I have none of the slightest idea," he said proudly, walking out of the store as Donnie sweat dropped. He just paid two hundred galleons for a mystery book? Mike chuckled at him; following Harry out of the store happily as his oldest brother moped and his other brothers were talking to Ron, Hermoine and Jennifer.
"You wanna catch an ice cream?" he asked Harry excitedly, coming up beside the shorter boy. Mike was the only one still in school, it was his seventh year at Drumstrang and this year he was permitted to switch schools in a transfer program. Sure it would put him a year behind, making his graduation next year, but hell, he was going to be in Harry's year at least!
Harry glanced over at Mike and offered a small smile followed by an enthusiastic nod, changing directions to the ice cream parlor right next to the somewhat stifling bookstore so he could see his friends come out. The Gryfindor took a moment to survey his friend, letting his eyes roam all over the older boy's form as he did so. He had to admit, out of all of the Daniels brothers, he enjoyed being around this one the most. He was fun, high-spirited and could get a little carried away at times but he had only seen the other boy serious once in the years he had known him. And that was over who he was going to take to the Yule Ball, but in the end he had decided his original choice, not to mention all of them were out of Hogwarts and Mike was the only one still in school.
Taking a seat out side after the got their cones, Harry sat next to the somewhat giddy blond haired boy, turning his gaze to the people that walked by and not having a care in the world as he happily licked at his vanilla ice cream cone, making sure none of it dripped down his hands or on the book he had placed in front of him. He didn't notice Mike staring at him intently, albeit longingly as Harry took long, stroking licks of his cone, the talented tongue lapping at the creamy white substance, lips curving over the tip of it slightly to catch more of the creamy sweet substance. Mike's glaze seemed to go in slow motion as his eyes zoomed in on Harry's long tongue and the envied ice cream.
"So, you're coming to Hogwarts this year?" Harry said suddenly, bringing Mike from his infatuation with the raven-haired boy's tongue and lips. Mike's eyes zoomed out and focused on Harry's face; a little of the ice cream was on the tip of Harry's nose and looked absolutely adorable as he smiled up at Mike.
"Yeah," Mike said weakly, chuckling a bit at Harry.
"What?" Harry tilted his head to the side slightly, lowering his ice cream from his lips completely, and licking off any remanding substance from his lips. Mike stared, transfixed, eyes focused longingly on Harry's lips, which were slightly pink from the chill of the ice cream. His eyes flickered up to Harry's nose; the vanilla ice cream still perched innocently on Harry's button nose. Mike realized he probably wouldn't get another chance like this, his brothers, Jennifer and Harry's friends in the way half the time and with Harry's new friend...he leaned forward slightly.
"You just have something on your nose," Mike whispered in a chuckle, leaning forward even more, "here, I'll get it." Harry watched with wide eyes as Mike became closer, the boy's tan hand cupping the side of Harry's face, his thumb caressing the Gryfindor's nose clean as he became closer.
"Michelangelo Daniels, what in the seven hells do you think you're doing?" he heard and the two snapped apart, facing the person who had interrupted Mike's moment.
"Donnie," he nodded, glaring at his brother as the older Daniels stood before the two of them, looking as if he were going to jump across the table and strangle his youngest brother to death.
"Harry!" Jennifer exclaimed, coming up behind him, Hermoine, Ron, Rocky and Ralph were not far behind and the two brothers stared death at the youngest.
"Hi, guys!" Harry blushed, trying his best to seem like nothing was happening, "we were just having an ice cream in wait, but um, it's getting late so, I think we should head home, right Jen," he said in a hurry, rising from his seat as he took an innocent lick from his ice cream so it wouldn't melt all over him. The three brothers stared longingly at him and Mike tried his best not to look at Harry, reading his brothers' expressions clearly, reminding him of the agreement they shared ever since they realized they were all attracted to the green-eyed wizard: 'All's far in love and war'.
"We had fun, Harry," Mike hugged the stunned and blushing Gryfindor, his arms wrapping around the slim, muscled waste, allowing him to feel the slight ripple in Harry's flesh at being hugged so tightly. He could almost sense the glares his brothers sent him and so he let go of the Gryfindor. Harry gave him a shy smile before grabbing his book and Jennifer, both making a loud popping sound as they disappeared, unaware of the silver eyes watching from the clothing store window...
Harry stumbled slightly when he landed in his living room, not really expecting his first try at apparition to work.
"Harry," Jennifer scolded but smiled at him none-the-less when it actually worked, "you know the law of underage magic," she shook her head, sporting a few bags, which she promptly dropped on Harry's couch before moving towards the door.
"I had fun today," Harry told her, still licking his ice cream happily as he watched her open the doors, which led to the hall way and out of his quarters. She turned back to him with a smile and her own bags in hand.
"I did as well, Harry," she glanced behind him, noting the setting sun. "Dinner will be ready in an hour or so if you want to eat, if not, I bid you goodnight, for tomorrow you have full rein over the mansion." She smirked.
"Why is that?" he asked, finishing off his cone with a child-like smile as he walked over to get his bags.
"When you said I sound like Malfoy you have no idea how close to the truth you were, our lives are much like theirs though, we, of course, differ in values," she smiled.
"You mean we're aristocrats," he glared but could not remove the small smile on his lips as he picked up his bags of schoolbooks and new uniforms he had purchased.
"Something like that," she smiled, "goodnight, baby cousin," she said softly, closing the door behind her with a soft click. As soon as the door closed the fire lit to life and glowed warmly at Harry in welcome. Harry grinned around the room at nothing in particular before he turned with bags in hand toward his room...
"Master Harry Potter, sire," Harry heard in his ear, he groaned turning to the other side only to hear the slightly more annoying voice even closer, "Master Harry Potter, sire, Mistress Jennifer told me to awaken you, it's nearly noon, sire," the annoying voice said in his ear and Harry opened blurry eyes to grace the world with his green eyed gaze. He was almost blinded when his eyes focused, the blue light of the little blue fairy hitting him directly in the eye.
"Good morning, Chris," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes as he sat up slowly, his silk sheets sliding down his bare chest and pooling on his lap. Noticing that he was in fact, naked again, he blushed crimson and looked over at the little blue elf, who watched him silently, sitting casually on his bed.
"Why do you blush, sire?" The little fairy asked, tilting it's head to the side and Harry growled lightly, rolling his eyes at the little fairy as he swung his legs over the side of his bed.
"So, Chris, what shall I do, today?" Harry went to go rummage through his wardrobe.
"Well," the little fairy flew after him, watching with curious eyes as Harry tried to pick something comfortable to wear around the house, "Mistress Jennifer told me to give you a tour of the gardens and the fields, sire, we have a lot to cover." Harry sighed to himself before pulling on a pair of boxers and picking out a short sleeved, dark green shirt and a pair of black jeans. He walked over to the socks, glad he actually had a large variety to pick from, picking a pair of dark green socks, which matched his shirt and then a pair of regular, Muggle K-Swiss. Harry grinned stupidly as he walked over to the mirror and desk, picking up a brush and starting to brush his now lightly layered hair.
"Chris, didn't I tell you to call me Harry?" he asked, looking at the little boy fairy in the mirror. He saw the light purple of his cheeks and smirked at the nodding fairy. "Change into your human form," he said suddenly and the fairy did so automatically. Harry stared in the mirror, surprised at the naked male behind him, the male's cheeks a light rose.
"I did as told, s-Harry," Chris was looking down, arms at his sides and Harry put the brush down, turning to him.
"Well, I didn't think you would do it," Harry huffed out as his eyes raked up and down the tempting body, "Where are your clothes?" Harry asked suddenly, turning back to mirror, trying not to stare.
"I ripped them when I grew," Chris' blush did not leave the floor. Harry chuckled likely, picking up the blush again and shaking his head. His smile faded at a sudden thought, noting the 'fairy's' submissive nature.
"Were you made to stand in front of someone like this?" Harry asked suddenly, tilting his head in curiosity at Christopher. Chris's eyes shot up and looked Harry in the eye through the mirror.
"No, never, sire, Mistress Jennifer Potter would never do that to me. She saved me from the streets, saved me from the market," Chris said defiantly and Harry nodded, a slight frown on his face.
"Well don't just stand there," The Gryfindor huffed at Chris' mirror image, "go get some of my clothes on!" Harry chuckled lightly at Chris' blush, satisfied with a slight taming of his wild, long locks. Going to look at himself in the mirror on his closet door, Harry smirked at his reflection. He nodded in appreciation when what looked back at him was a healthy, but pale teen, somewhat muscular though he was a bit short.
"May we leave now, Master Harry," Harry heard and he looked from the mirror to Chris. The taller boy was wearing a pair of blue dress pants and a plain white button up shirt, which Harry thought he looked splendid in. Harry allowed his eyes to trail up and down the boy's body and noted he hadn't checked out so many people in such a short amount of time in his entire life. Harry stopped looking him over and smiled brightly up at Chris, ignoring his increasing attraction toward the young male.
"Lead the way," he smiled, stepping aside to allow the taller boy in front of him. Chris smiled shyly once more, gliding Harry out of his quarters and down the long stairs.
"The gardens then, Master Harry?" Chris asked as he opened the grand front doors leading to the front lawn of Potter Mansion. Harry nodded and stepped from the doors, standing atop the large steps and over looking the beautiful lawn which consisted of perfectly cut grass, a pebble walk way leading a path to the side of the mansion, the beginnings of the path encircling a large fountain. Harry stared fixedly at the fountain as he followed Chris down the path leading to the side of the mansion. The statue in the center of the fountain was of a beautiful man with wings spread widely looking to the heavens, water coming from his eyes a he looked up. Under his wings were a little boy and girl with pointed ears and eyes with no pupils, they were looking up at the man with wings, water coming from their eyes as well. At the base of the statue where the man's feet were there laid a book open, the stone pages turning with the slight breeze and with every turn, water splattered into the water pool like fountain. "Here we are," Harry nearly ran into Chris when they suddenly stopped, he turned his gaze to the taller boy. Harry gasped loudly, before him was a field of flowers, flowers of all shapes and sizes and they all rested in what looked like a green house. "Beyond this," Chris told him as they entered the greenhouse, "are the Potter fields, and even farther is Potter Forest," Chris explained and Harry nodded.
"I didn't know I owned so much," Harry said in awe, gliding along the flowers, which were so big they came up to his knees.
"This is one of the reason's why you are so famous, sire," Chris smiled, standing back as he watched Harry almost skip through the greenery and bright s around him.
"Come," Harry beckoned, jogging up to him and taking his hands, "Play with me," Harry's light chuckle sang in Christopher's ears as Harry spun him around through the field of flowers. "In my field of paper flowers," the Gryfindor began to sing, grinning at Chris as they spun through the sweet smelling plants, "and candy clouds of lullaby. I lay inside myself for hours, and watch my purple skies fly over me," Harry voice was like music and Chris could not help but forget his place in all this in the light of his master. Harry chuckled and released Chris from his hold and both spun to the soft ground of flowers and moss. Harry was laughing heartily, panting lightly.
"What was that song you sung, Mast-?" Harry interrupted him.
"Harry. Just Harry," Harry panted, smiling over at Chris though he couldn't see him past the thick growth of plants and flowers. "The song is called Imaginary, it's by one of Ralph's favorite bands, he let me borrow it before the Dursleys made me give it back." Chris nodded, feeling exactly what his Mistress had told him he would feel in the presence of Master Potter.
"Mast-Harry..." Chris sat up and looked at the slightly panting boy, Harry was staring above him, eyes slightly glazed over as he looked at the bright blue skies. Chris stared, transfixed.
"Would you like to show me the field now, Chris?" Harry asked, though he still stared above him, oblivious of Chris watching him. The raven-haired boy sat up to look at Chris when he received no answer only to find the taller boy staring at him. Chris blushed slightly and Harry smiled.
"Yes, Harry," he whispered and stood...
Through out the next few weeks the days seemed to pass by like water and though Harry had not heard from any of his friends and saw Jennifer very little, he was completely content in the company of his newfound best friend, Christopher. Dudley had hardly been heard from, Jennifer told him the Dursleys had picked him up not a week after their arrival. Before he knew it, it was the first of September and he was to face the world as the new Harry Potter, a true Potter, as his cousin had put it.
Harry sighed to himself as he watched Tammy and Chris bring his things out to the limo he was to be driving in, though he had insisted on doing it himself, Jennifer had fussed that she would not have her baby cousin dealing with "any of that" now that he knew what a "true Potter" was. He began to miss Draco being around, the simple change from 'a-true-Potter' to 'a-true-Malfoy' was just what he needed. He looked down at himself. The change in weather had been hell on him for the simple fact that his cousin had insisted on him wearing all the designer sweaters and long sleeved shirts he could. At the moment he was dressed in a long sleeved cashmere v- shaped dark green sweater, long black dress pants, green Swade shoes and a long, black 'jacket' that reached to his ankles and reminded him of robes just with a collar in place of a hood. His hair had been let down over his shoulders instead of pulled back, like his cousin would have liked before he told her he was going to look in some way like himself. The wild locks were tamed somewhat, framing his pale face, his shirt bringing out the sharp of his eyes.
"Harry, are you ready to go?" Jennifer asked, standing next to the open limo door, awaiting her cousin who she could tell was two seconds from saying he didn't want to leave. Harry glared at her slightly, taking in her attire as well and he had to admit his cousin did look beautiful. She was dressed in an all green businesslike suite, the broad shoulders taken out to give her a more feminine look, the suite was fitted, outlining the more obvious curves of a woman's body, reminding Harry that she was at least four years his elder. Under her suite jacket she wore a tight fitting, black tank top, which exposed the top of her breast, giving her a little cleavage. Her pants were a plain, deep green, like her suite jacket though it suited her perfectly. Her shoes were of simple low cut boots, the black matching her tank top. Harry's eyes trailed to her face and he noted the application of makeup on her eyelids as he glided down the steps with practiced steps though he did not show it. On her nose rested a pair of perfectly square glasses, her long black hair flowing over her shoulders and down her back, hair held out of her face by a black head band, emerald studs in her ears.
"You look nice," he nodded, smirking to her as he stood in front of her.
"I do, don't I," her smug remark was expected as they got in the back seat of the black limo and Chris closed the door behind them.
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"So Chris, are you going to come visit me?" Harry called to his driver, jumping to the seat across from him so he could speak in Chris' ear as he drove. Chris glanced at him in his mirror, keeping his concentration on the rode.
"Mistress Jennifer told me she is working to put me in Hogwarts this year, to be with you, Harry," Chris told him excitedly. Harry turned his head to glare at his cousin who was innocently trying to make sure her makeup was perfect in her hand held mirror.
"And when was Mistress Jennifer going to tell me this," Harry asked, staring at his older cousin in a glower. Jennifer looked up from her mirror and glared at Chris who glanced back at her through his mirror.
"I have none of the slightest idea what you're talking about," Jennifer stuck her nose up in the air and looked pointedly out of the window, ignoring both Chris and Harry as they changed the subject talking about nothing and everything on their long ride to King's Cross.
Chris glanced back at Harry and Jennifer with a small smile on his face; both were dozing lightly on the comfortable leather interior of their limo.
"Harry, Mistress Jennifer, we're here," he called over his shoulder. Chris was dressed in his traditional black suit and tie, his hair pulled back in a neat pony tail and he noted another limo just driving off, seeing Harry's friend, Draco, walk into the building with a curious look tossed their way. Harry opened his eyes when he felt someone's gaze upon his person and he found Jennifer staring at him from the other side of the limo, her glasses slightly askew from where she had been lying down. Both popped up when they noticed they had stopped and Jennifer immediately started to fix herself in her mirror, Harry simply turned around.
"How do I look?" he asked and Chris turned around fully to look him over. He made a thoughtful face before turning over in his seat and pushing Harry's hair down on his left side then Chris licked his thumb and smoothed one of his elbows.
"Perfect," the taller boy whispered and Harry smiled brightly, turning around. Chris nodded, stepped from the driver seat of the limo and walked around it, nodding to on lookers that stared in curiosity. Coming to the left side of the car, Chris opened the door for his Mistress and Master. First, Jennifer came out of the limo, her graceful exit from the limo and usual attention taking appearance led some to stare at her fully, she stepped side the limo door, allowing her cousin to come out. Even more people stared as Harry stepped from the limo, his movements equally as graceful if not more so. Jennifer smiled up at her slightly taller cousin, and Harry returned it, she nodded to Chris and he hurriedly retrieved Harry's things from the trunk, piling it on a cart for him to push. Jennifer and Harry spoke quietly to each other as they waited for Chris to finish. When they heard the trunk slam, they moved into the busy building.
People seemed to part for them as they walked by platform after platform to platform 9 3/4, their appearance and grace drawing attention to them. They barely slipped through the pass way without being noticed and even when they got through all action seemed to stop. The three of them moved to the baggage compartment to get Harry settled.
"I am happy you came with me," Harry smiled down at his cousin, eyes twinkling slightly.
"If your eyes twinkle anymore I would think you were related to Dumbledore," Jennifer giggled lightly, smiling up at him. Harry's face dropped, causing her to giggle more, encouraging Harry to chuckle as well.
"Harry, Mistress Jennifer, I am finished," Chris bowed; haven completed his task of putting all of Harry's baggage away. Harry opened his arms to Chris, and Jennifer rolled her eyes as he enveloped the taller boy in a hug.
"Thank you for everything, Chris. I hope to see you soon," Harry chuckled as he pulled back.
"You will, of course, be coming home for the Christmas Holidays, I've been planning it forever since you can't come home during Halloween or Thanksgiving," Jennifer interrupted when Chris looked like he was about to say something. Harry nodded vigorously and gave his cousin a bear hug and kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you then, Harry, if not sooner," the glint in her eyes made Harry think she was up to something and for once the Gryfindor did not want to go to Hogwarts so soon.
"I'll write and I better get at least one owl from each of you," he smiled as the train whistled.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Chris said all of a sudden, turning around to get something he had hung on the cart, "Here's your uniform, Harry," he said eagerly and Harry smiled his thanks before boarding the train, noticing a few students had to run because they were too preoccupied with staring at him. He smiled and waved as the train began to move, Jennifer and Chris waving to him as he began his journey to Hogwarts once again, but as a completely different person.
Harry turned into the train fully with a sigh, now he had to face the questions of his fellow peers, explaining why he looked like a healthy aristocrat instead of the sickly bum he was last year. Going in search of an empty compartment and remembering that his best friends were probably in the prefect meeting, he pointedly ignored the stares he got from a few still lingering students. Locating his usual compartment at the end of the train, the somewhat giddy Gryfindor sat down in a huff. Harry looked down at himself, he wanted to walk around, that's what these clothes were for anyway so he decided to do so, and besides, he wanted to go find Mike and see what he was up to. Shrugging to himself, Harry placed his pressed and plastic enwrapped uniform on his chair and left his compartment.
It wasn't that hard to find the older wizard, all he had to do was follow the trail of the first, second, third, fourth, fifth and even some of the six and seventh years swooning all over him.
"Michelangelo, that's such a cool name," Harry heard one of the seventh year girls say, laying all over Mike's arm as he struggled to get into an open compartment in which all prefects were having their meeting in.
"Can't you see we're having a meeting?" One of the more ugly Hufflepuff perfects asked and Mike tried to answer. Draco watched in amusement as this all happened, but his smirk fell when ears began to hum lightly.
"Mike, starting already?" Harry drawled and surprised himself at the silk in his voice. Mike looked over the many heads of girls and guys, staring directly in Harry's glinting green eyes.
"Harry?" Mike squeaked, mouth falling open in shock as he stared at Harry, raking his eyes up and down the Gryfindor's body. The smirk set on the Gryfindor's face could be described as two things: inviting and sexy. In curiosity, the ten or so girls and guys turned and stared, mouths hanging open at the sight of the Gryfindor. Harry's presence commanded eyes to him and everyone stared in silence until the perfects in a meeting felt curious as well.
"Harry!" Hermoine exclaimed, pushing past all the people to get to her best friend.
"Moine!" Harry smiled, opening his arms in welcome to her and she basically leaped into him, hugging the life out of her best friend. Ron followed suite and after a moment of exchanged bear hugs they pulled apart.
"You look great, mate," Ron, said, patting him on the back.
"And taller," Hermoine chimed.
"Not to mention you have a little to you now," Ron chuckled. His friend had continued to grow over the few weeks he had not seen him and Ron's skin was a beautiful bronze, as was Hermoine's and Harry had to feel just a little envious.
"Potter," the familiar somewhat friendly draw was there and the trio turned to Draco.
"Malfoy," Harry smiled up at him, stepping to him slightly. Malfoy offered his hand and everyone seemed to hold their breath for a moment, including the still transfixed Mike. Harry smirked at his offered hand and took it, no hesitation in his actions and everyone seemed to gasp at the simple contact, like all hope was lost.
"Meeting adjourned," the head boy whispered as Draco and Harry stood, shaking hands.
"So, come on, Harry, let's go talk about our year together," Mike suddenly jumped in, realizing he had a voice. Harry smiled at Draco in apology, releasing his hand as Mike, Hermoine and Ron dragged him away from Draco and to the other side of the train where his compartment was located. Harry growled inwardly, why did it seem like every time he was having a moment with Malfoy somebody dragged him away. Mike was going on and on about how much fun they were going to have this year.
"And I want to join a team," Mike didn't think Harry was listening, neither were Ron and Hermoine who were two busy trying to swallow each others heads so he went off on tangent, "and I think you're so fucking hot I could throw you against the window and have my wicked way with you."
"What?" Harry exclaimed, snapping his head to the side, away from the window to look to Mike, who sat next to him. The youngest Daniels didn't know why, but the look on Harry's face made his body temperature rise and he couldn't help himself as he pushed himself on the younger boy, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss. Harry was so shocked his gasp didn't issue until about two seconds later, Mike took this opportunity to plunge his tongue deep into Harry's warm mouth, tasting exotic spices on the raven- haired boy's tongue, the taste making his tongue tingle in delight. Never had a kiss been like this, never had his mouth been on fire with the taste of someone else in his mouth.
Harry moaned at the feel of Mike's cool tongue in his orifice and he could not help but kiss back, his tongue taking part in the action as he tried his best to cool his mouth with Mike's taste. But the more he kissed him, the warmer Mike's mouth became and the hotter his own mouth became. The combined heat made his body temperature rise and he could feel Mike's palms heat on his face, burning him. He pulled back, panting for cooling air as his temperature dropped back to normal, Mike leaning over him, panting as well, his eyes glazed over lustily as he looked down at Harry. He leaned forward eagerly and Harry pulled away, pushing himself into the cushioned chair more and turning his face away. Mike grabbed Harry's chin, twisting his face toward his in want and Harry attempted to pull away, again.
"Please, Harry," Mike pleaded, whispering his need against Harry's tempting, kiss swollen lips, and still Harry tried to push Mike away. Mike pushed his arousal against Harry's thigh, sprawled on top of the raven- haired beauty. "Oh Gods Harry, I want you," he whispered, not caring of the snogging, oblivious pair across from them, Harry turned his face to the side again, panting heavily, "just let me taste you again." Mike muttered longingly against Harry's cheek and turned his face by forcing him with the turn of his chin. Mike reclaimed Harry's lips, his own begging for reconnection. He dipped his tongue into Harry's moist, parted lips and again, tasted spices, but the spices were so hot, like a hot sauce that burned the tip of your tongue and he thirsted for more, so much more.
Harry could no longer taste the cool of Mike's mouth though there was a lingering there that entreated him to kiss back, searching Mike's mouth thoroughly for that cooling taste, searing Mike's entire mouth with his tongue as he used his tongue to trail across Mike's teeth, over Mike's own tongue, tickle the roof of his mouth, and fuck him with his tongue in his mouth just to find the slowly diminishing cool of his speaking cavern. Harry was becoming so utterly hot and his mouth burned. Mike's licks were making him hotter and hotter until he pulled away, breaking the, literally, searing kiss.
When Mike opened his eyes, he looked down on Harry who was panting fiercely, the Gryfindor's own excitement pressing into his and causing him to groan in lust. So spicy, so tasty, he wanted more. Licking his lips he stared at Harry's parted lips, which panted for air. To his surprise, steam came from the Gryfindor's lips as the raven-haired boy panted and Michael watched in amazement as the spices from Harry's mouth twirled in the air and hit him full on the face, making his already straining cock painful.
"Taste, more," Mike panted, trying to kiss the Gryfindor.
"No," Harry whispered hoarsely, pushing Mike away though the older boy was stronger and bigger, almost twice Harry's size, "Stop," this felt wrong, good, but wrong and he pushed Mike hard enough to throw the larger boy off and against the window he had been looking out of moments ago, Hermoine and Ron still engorged in themselves. Grabbing his uniform, Harry fled the compartment, trying to get away from his ragging hormones and Mike. Running into the next compartment he saw when he heard Mike calling after him, Harry slammed the door behind him with a sigh of relief as he watched Mike's shadow run by the compartment.
Turning around, Harry's heart nearly leapt out of his throat, Draco Malfoy sat in this compartment all by his lonesome. Draco raised an eyebrow at his ruffled appearance, the Slytherin already in his school robes. Harry shook his head, signally for him not to ask as he flopped down across from the blonde.
"Let me guess," Draco drawled after a moment, eyes landing on Harry's kiss swollen lips, "Boy friend problems."
"You could say that except for the fact that he's not my boyfriend," Harry sighed in defeat, leaning back against the cushioned chair in a relaxing position, "Mike's just a really good friend and then he comes out of no where and kisses me! But I don't know, it was my first French kiss," Harry blushed, "so I don't know if it was suppose to feel like that." Draco fumed for a moment, that Ninja Turtle wanna be had stolen his Harry's first kiss! He was furious!
"Feel like what?" Though he didn't think he wanted to know, he was curious.
"At first it was like my mouth was really hot," Harry's eyes glazed over at the remembering of the sensations, making Draco curse all the Daniels back to the first bastard that decided to name his lineage Daniels, "but then he," Harry cleared his throat and blushed, "put his tongue in my mouth and it cooled, like I was drinking really good water but then the cooling taste started to leave and my mouth burned. It almost hurt, so I broke the kiss but he wanted more, so he kissed me again and the cooling taste was even less, so I searched and I kissed him back, trying to find any lingering of the cool taste in his mouth but I couldn't find anymore and he kissed me until I couldn't take it anymore, I pulled away, it burned," Harry explained, bringing his own fingers up to run over his bottom lip in remembrance.
Though Draco was quite angry with the youngest Daniels he could not help but be aroused by Harry's description, his ears humming as he licked his lips, staring longingly at the Gryfindor. Harry glanced out the window and saw Hogwarts not too far off, so he began to disrobe.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked, nervous and Harry turned to him, raising an eyebrow.
"It's not like you haven't seen me naked before, Draco, and I'm not taking off all my clothes," Harry huffed and Draco swallowed. Spending so much time away from the Gryfindor made his Veela senses sensitive and just seeing the younger wizard made his years hum horribly, he could almost feel his hair growing longer as it defied the laws of hair gel. Deciding to leave the Gryfindor to his clothing, Draco stood and walked over to the compartment door. "Where are you going?" Harry asked, pulling the shirt over his head.
"To find the bathroom," Draco turned to leave, but to his dislike and disgust, Mike stood in the doorway. Mike stared past Draco Malfoy, Harry's bare chest giving him an eyeful as his light eyes clouded in barely contained need.
"Gods, Harry," Mike whispered, raking his eyes over Harry's pale abdomen and chest.
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Sorry about any misspellings or errors, my beta's being lazy!
Well, that's it for now. To answer some lingering questions:
Unicorn blood looked white to me, but it may be silver, after all, I haven't slain any unicorns...lately
You'll have to read farther to figure out what Harry is, but I will drop some pebbles on the way to lead you to some type of conclusion. All you have to know is that Harry is not a Veela smirk
I'm not exactly sure where I want Ron and Harry to go but if you read this chapter, the Golden Boy's best friend wanting him may be a little too much for him to handle...I'll think about it though.
Jennifer is, in fact Harry's blood relative but he didn't really find out until...read the story!
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