Harry woke to the sound of a shower. Looking around groggily he viewed his surrounding, trying to figure out were he was. Then he remembered that he was head boy and that Malfoy must be in the shower after glancing at the empty bed of silk black sheets. Deciding that he too needed a shower and that this was an opportune chance to not only scare Malfoy shitless, but also get a "view" of his roomy. Licking his lips he discarded his pants and wrapped a large black towel around his narrow waist.
He pushed open the bathroom door to be met by a cloud of vapour. He covered his cough with his hand, hoping that the other boy hadn't heard him and made his way inside. Closing the door softly, as to not let anymore heat out, he made his way over to the one and only shower, which was currently in use. He opened the glass door and looked inside.
Their stood Malfoy in all his glory, naked threw and threw. The site of his pale skin took Harry's breath away. He was lightly massaging conditioner into his peroxide white hair. Harry gulped and then did what he came to do. "oi! Malfoy," he said loud enough for the blond to hear, "I need to use the shower to and unless you want to share get your pale ass out." Malfoy turned to gasp at his enemy but found that he wasn't there. Harry had closed the door seconds before.
Taking the green towel that was hanging on the shower door; he wrapped it around himself and prepared to face Harry. Only when he walked out of the shower Harry slipped past him into the shower, dropping the towel as he went. Not seeing the towel drop, Malfoy opened the shower door and was about to yell continuously for several minutes when he caught sight of Harry. Turning only his upper half, Harry looked at Malfoy. "yes?" he queered, " I am in the process of taking a shower anything you need to say will have to wait tell later, or you can join me and we can talk. But by the astonished and grossed out look on your face that would be a no, so kindly shut the door enough hot air is already escaping." Still speechless Malfoy closed the shower door and took one large deep breath. Then another, after he retreviewed the towel he'd dropped at the sight of Harry he went to change and hopefully leave before Potter came out.
He left threw the portrait door in a record 3 minutes, glancing behind only once. Then fled.
In the shower Harry was laughing to himself softly. That was great, not only did he render Malfoy speechless he got to see the goods, and what fine goods they are, he mused silently to himself. Picturing Malfoy's naked ass in his mind Harry shivered but not with cold.
Harry decided, after his shower and getting dressed, that he would go visit Ron and Hermione in the Gryffindor common room.
He left around 8, knowing that they wouldn't be up before then, they are teenagers after all. He skipped down the hall, being comfortable with his sexuality was able to pull this off, that lead to the common room he desired. After making several wrong turns and taking a couple of passageways that actually took him father from the Gryffindor house, Harry determined that going to visit his friends was not going to happen. Looking at his watch he found the time to be close to 9 o'clock. May was well go down to breakfast he thought to himself. He pranced down the hall humming to himself that annoying little jingle Xavier always sung to irritate him. As he hummed loudly to himself and passed other students, they agreed that it was very annoying.
It turns out that it was good thing; Harry never made it to the Gryffindor common room earlier that day. Ron and Hermione came down for breakfast, both still wet from a shower, whether it was together or not he wasn't sure he'd ask Ron. They were both smiling; no scratch that, grinning insanely. They most definitely got some. Harry smiled a knowing smile at them, their grins just got bigger, but their cheeks grew quite a few shades darker. Wiggling his eye brows, Harry said, "How was your morning? Productive were we?"
If it were possible the couple before him flamed crimson. Ron muttered something that sounded like "shut it 'arry." But it could have been, "umm yeah, 'arry." He wasn't exactly sure.
As was expected after getting over her embarrassment, Hermione started to ramble on and on about school and an interesting series of books she'd read over the summer holidays. And as per usual Harry and Ron stopped listen, after about 20 minutes Hermione stopped talking and concentrated on her food. This left the two boys to discus Quiditch, which Hermione almost instantly rolled her eyes at.
After they'd eatem they ventured out side to walk along the lake side and visited Hagrid's hut, he was smoking up with his brother. They left fairly quickly, the smoke from the large pipes strangling there lungs, it was too early in the day for them as well.
By this time it was easily time for dinner, they made their way up the steps and inside. Rounding a corner they dumped in to Malfoy and his crew. Not literly of course or Harry would have felt up Malfoy for a while. Looking at the many Slytherin (sp?)entouring Malfoy he noticed another boy slightly being Malfoy eyeing him up, glancing over his body. Not bad, Harry mused trying to remember the boy's name, something with a Z or was it a B? He didn't honestly remember but that body, he'd remember that. The boy with the name he couldn't place was easily 6'1, Harry liked them tall that why they could easily take him standing up, with a muscular form a little too muscular for Harry's taste but he'd go with it anyways. The green tie suited his angular face, his dark hair covering his eyes it was rather long, similar to Harry's.
Having realised that the two groups had been staring at each other for quite a while Harry smiled a slow and sexy smile. He winked in Malfoy's direction, to either Malfoy himself or the boy that was behind him he wasn't entirely sure himself. "Sup Malfoy?" he said as sexily as he could manage, which in many people's opinion was quite hot indeed. The boy's eyes fluttered shut ones and opening looking a little clouded. Harry licked his lips, most definitely getting that boys name.
"Nothing Potter," came threw Harry's fogged mind, currently picturing the many nasty things he could do to nameless boy.
"Pity," said Harry hinting at the double meaning in his earlier question. The boy smiled a tight lipped smile; Harry wondered if he could make that mouth smile completely, why don't we find out, his mind whispered sweetly to him. Shaking his head he focused on the task at hand, insult and embarrass Malfoy as much as possible.
After a moment Malfoy got the double meaning and glared at the other head. Harry smiled a sexy smile and ran his hand seductively down the side of his torso and a little way down the outside of his thigh. "What a pity," he purred, again saying it with as much innuendo as he was capable of. He slowly licked his lips with much heat in his emerald eyes.
"Merlin Potter! Would you stop hitting on me?"
"That's not what you said this morning." Wiggling his eyebrows, Harry stated. Collective gasps were heard threw out the hall, they'd gather some what of a crowd now even in the out of the way corridor they happen to be standing in. apparently it had gotten out that the two heads were arguing in public.
"What are you a bloody Faggot?" asked Malfoy trying to enrage his nemesis; instead he got another heated glance and a whisper of,
"Yes," added with a smirk.
"What the fuck?" yelled Malfoy over the mummers that had rippled across the audience at this new acknowledgement?
"You asked a question Malfoy, I simply answered. Regretting the question? Wishing you hadn't asked? Lil too late don't you think? Who do you think that man in the fire was yesterday? My long lost brother? I didn't take you for the idiot you hang out with Malfoy." At that last Malfoy had regained enough of his mind to glare at him.
"Well who was it then? I thought it was some creepy fan of yours. We all know how Mr. Potter loves attention."
"That hot piece of meat," he said licking his open lips, "was my boy friend, Xavier, didn't you think it was a little odd how he called me his love?" said Harry with a query.
"Yeah well little, but it fits in with the psycho fan theory. My bad" he said with much sarcasm.
"Would you like to make it up to me?" asked the other head slowly coving Malfoy with his eyes, any reason to eye the albino was a good one he decided. His gazed rested on the boy's lips; the meaning of the question was not lost to any of the attendance.
"No I would not you bleeding queer, I am bloody straight and quite likely to stay that way. Didn't you just say you had a boyfriend anyways?"
Harry stocked up to Malfoy, Malfoy stood his ground, "I'd break it off for you Malfoy, come join me" said Harry softly in his ear with a breath. Malfoy was about to retort, but Harry was no longer looking at him, nor paying him any attention, he'd moved on to the next hottest thing in the hallway. "And who might you be?" said Harry hotly to the boy he'd been eyeing earlier. Harry circled him carefully, all the other Slytherin's had backed away during his "fight" with Malfoy leaving on this boy.
"Zambini, Blaise Zambini," said the boy softly, eyes roaming Harry's figure again. Harry got the distinct impression Zambini was seizing him up.
"And do you think I am hot?" said Harry, emphasizing the hot, too softly for even Malfoy, who was right behind them, to hear. He'd said this directly into the boy's ear, then blew against it much the same as he had done with Malfoy. Zambini took a step closer making them touch and whispered just as softly in Harry's own ear, "fuck yeah," his breath crawled along Harry's skin, "you're very fuckable, I'd say." He looked directly into Harry's eyes at the murmur of the word fuckable and Harry saw the heat that was inside them.
"We so, have to take this up later," said Harry, his voice a little more ragged then usual. "But as is stands, it's lunch time," he said loudly enough for the crowd to hear, turn his face in the direction of Malfoy and his friends he smiled again. "Come," he said leering, "let's go eat something." He said, meeting Malfoy's hardened eyes. He wrapped his arm around Zambini's waist, and started talking to him, "so, how long have you been fucking guys Blaise?" the name rolling off his tongue sweetly and seductively.
"A while," Zambini answered back sexily.
And off to lunch they went.
A/N: tell me if you think I am taking to long to get to any action, there will be brief HpBz but only for a chapter at most. Review and tell me what you think I'll wait for at lest 10 reviews to come in to post something new. Hopefully for you all it won't be that long. So tell all your friends they have to review or you won't find out what happens!