Thinking quickly Harry immediately rolled both himself and Malfoy off the couch and onto the floor, they were now blocked from Xavier's sight. As luck would have it, Xavier hadn't noticed them on the couch, but he did hear a "bang" when the two boys fell off.
"'Arry, est ce que ces vous, mon chère? Allo?" Spoke Xavier loudly. Harry looked down at Malfoy coldly, all heat from earlier gone.
He leaned down so that his mouth was directly against Malfoy's ear and whispered most threatenly. "Get up and tell him I am not here, if you so much as mention this I will make your life a fucking hell, and if you are mean to him I will hurt you." Silently, still glaring menacingly at Malfoy, Harry rolled off of him and lay still. Malfoy slowly raised himself up and looked over at the fire and greated the head there.
"Hello Xavier. What is it you wanted? I was asleep on the couch and I'd sort of like to get back to it." Harry hit him solidly on the shin; Malfoy hardly winced, although he was in a great deal of pain.
"Bonjour monsieur Malfoy, sont comment vous? je cherchais Harry vous l'avais vu? Asked Xavier a little coldly, Harry had told him all about the Malfoy's. They were not nice people according to his beloved.
"er.." said Malfoy a little lost, he was never very good in French, his father made him take it, but putting it into practice was impossible. He spent the next couple of minutes trying to decipher what the boy had said. "Oh," he said at last finally getting it, "I am fine, I haven't seen Harry in a while, I've no bloody idea were the basterd might be." Continued Malfoy, flopping down on the couch with ease, again Harry hit his shin.
"Très bien, je lui parlerai plus tard, bon au revoir monsieur Malfoy." Xavier's head popped out of the fire and returned to it's normal yellow, orange and red color.
Harry slowly got up and sat down on the couch next to Malfoy, deep in thought. He didn't notice, or he would have stopped it, Malfoy getting up and quickly making his way to the door and out of it. It was 20 minutes before Harry realised he was alone. Damn, he snarled, I could have used a good snog now. Ah, but I am forgetting handsome, damn I forgot his name again. Harry checked his watch to see the time and decided it wasn't too late to sneak into Slytherin common room.
He made his way down the corridor and ran into someone. He looked at the boy who had fallen, hoping to see Malfoy's platinum, and so out of a bottle, white hair but it was blond. A really nice blond he mused thinking he'd take this one to bed tonight. The boy whose name he could never remember was really good, but he had had him all day, he liked some variety. That's why Xavier was so good, you couldn't get him anywhere else, unless you went to France but he didn't want to go to France. This got Harry to think about Xavier and how much he really did like him. Suddenly Harry didn't want Malfoy, or that other one, or even the cute one right in front of him. He wanted Xavier, his boyfriend.
Apologising quickly to the young man, Harry sprinted back to the common room and headed directly up the stair case into his and Malfoy's room. If he was going to see Xavier, he was going to look hot.
He threw everything out of his trunk and yet couldn't find a single article that he liked. Well he liked it all but he couldn't find anything that suited him at the moment. He glanced at the door, then over to Malfoy's trunk and closet, Harry didn't have enough clothes to merit a closet yet. He made his way over to Malfoy's clothes and looked first through the closet and then through the trunk. It was like Malfoy had nothing but school uniforms, jeans and "straight" tops. Damn, he thought. He was about to make his way back to his own selection of clothing when something caught his eye. Something shinny, shun from the back of the neatly made closet. Harry pulled it out and gasped in surprise. It was vinyl pants and a mesh shirt, very hot! Merlin, thought Harry, Malfoy actually has some fashion sense, maybe his closet gay! Oh Harry hoped so.
He again looked down a the attire he was holding and added a couple of his own effects. A metal color of stainless steal, two arm bracers both forearm and upper arm adored his arms and as a final touch a studded belt of real leather. He spun for the mirror that appraised him greatly, even giggling at what it saw. Either the person that made this was gay or a girl, Harry looked irristable tonight and he had Malfoy to thank for that. He definitely needed to get himself a pair of these nice pants. He owned a leather paire, but some how it didn't seem right for tonight.
Tying back his hair, he climbed down the stairs into the common room and towards the fire. Throwing in a hand full of power he stepped into the fireplace and called out his apartment's address. Some places like the burrow had their own name, but his apartment was just an address.
He crashed through into the apartment directly into Xavier's arms. He'd been sitting staring into the fireplace. Harry smiled a dazzling smile and began to kiss him intently.
Well one thing lead to another and the night was filled with activity, passion, screams and paints. To make it brief, both boys were very satisfied come morning. So satisfied they fell asleep in each others arm not even bothering to set the alarm clock.
Harry woke hours later, to find himself at home. He was naked and held in his boyfriends arms the events of last night came flooding back, no pun intended. He smiled a content smile; to say he was happy was a large understatement.
Then he looked at the clock and even the memories of last night couldn't keep the smile on his face.
"FUCK!" he yelled. Xavier was instantly awake then curses too, in French, when he saw the clock's digits. It read 11: 47, he was extremely late for work and Harry was missing class.
They both scrambled into their clothing and briefly kissed; their brief kiss lasted 9 minutes, making them even later.
Xavier apparated to work and Harry ran over to the fireplace. He rushed inside and threw down some powder, "Hogwarts heads common room," was heard before a huge whoosh of fire consumed him.
A/N: I could stop there, but I wont, the last chapter was too short as it was, so I'll make this one longer.
Harry crashed into the common room, and ran as fast as he could up to his room, gathered his books and bolted down the stairs and out the door, as he ran he checked his schedule. Fuck, he thought, potions.
He kept running trying to think of a good enough excuse that would get him off the hook, hehehe hook – hook nose, damn I am getting distracted, thought Harry still smiling at the little joke in his head. Too soon, in his opinion he came to the dungeon door. He quickly thought of a good enough excuse and opened the door.
Everyone stopped what they were doing to stair at him. He was hot but did they have to stair at him like that, even staring Snape was looking at his in a i-don't-believe-it look. He looked down at his clothing and realised he was wearing the vinyl pants from last night and one of Xavier's tight French shirt, it had no sleeves and looked amazingly hot on him because it was a size too small, all his abs and muscles were framed by the dark blue of the shirt. Fuck, he looked up and noticed that all of the girls and some guys were looking at him with much interest. He tried to think up an explanation but then couldn't think of one so just went with what he had thought up before. He wasn't embarrassed, in this getup he was the best looking one in the room including Malfoy, but then again he had always been the best looking person in the room also including Malfoy. He smiled a slow sexy smile, one of dirty knowledge and an I-know-what-you-did-last-night smile. He turned to snape and saw that his expression had turned dark was it in lust or complete hatred? He wasn't exactly sure.
"So sorry I am late," he purred. "But I hadn't been feeling very well last night, I thought it best to visit the hospital wing, then when I woke this morning feeling much better I decided to attend class. I hope you don't mind." he said looking at Snape, he then began to rummage around in his bag for a note; he'd created a self updating hospital note with Madam Pomfries signature on it and everything for an occasion such as this.
"And your attire?" said Snape smoothly, eyeing Harry's pants, Harry was almost sure Snape was gay now but thought nothing of it.
"I was wearing this," he spun around on the heals of his leather boots to give everyone a view, "last night and didn't fell the need or felt I had the time to change," he said mater of factly. He was sure Snape would give him a detention or at the very lest take off millions of house points. But he just nodded absent minded and said.
"Very well, take your seat Potter." He didn't even say it with as much venom as he usually did, something was definitely wrong.
Well what ever it was he wasn't going to argue with it. He sauntered over to his seat and made sure everyone got a nice view of his ass as bent down to place his bag on the floor then came back up to see some girls eyes glazed over and most the of guys that had been looking at him before seem very distracted in their own thoughts.
Unfortunately, none of those boys were Malfoy. He was one of the boys that had shown interest when he'd walked into the class, but he was interested in the pants not the person in them. That was when Harry remembered were he'd taken them from, crap, he'd have to duplicate them and send one up to Malfoy's closet before Malfoy could get there. That would be a little hard, he knew how to do duplications but it took lots of energy and there for not many people messed with them. Only the most powerful of wizards and witches could do it.
Finally the bell wrang and Harry zoomed out of the class room before anyone could move. He'd spend the rest of the day in these clothes but he had to do the duplication quickly. He quickly thought of the mesh top and vinyl pants pictured them in his mind then Malfoy's closet and forced his will into making this picture reality, when he heard a click he knew it was done and that when Malfoy opened his closet his outfit would be there, exactly as it was before.
Harry mopped his forhead that was hard work indeed. He slipped out of the deserted classroom he'd gone into and head up to the charms class.
The rest of the day passed without great event, well except everyone stared either longingly or jealously at him, he didn't really care; he knew people were looking at him because he was hot. He wasn't modest.
At supper he ate quickly and retreated to his common room. When he got there he fell asleep on his bed in his newly acquired vinyl pants and nothing else.
He woke later that evening and walked down the stairs yawning. What he saw there when he opened his eyes from the yawn stopped him cold.
15 slytherin's where all lounging around the common room, with Malfoy the center of attention. When Harry walked down the stares every pair of eyes turned to look at him.
"What the bloody hell is this?" queried Harry to no one in particular.
"Potter I didn't know you were here."
"Still Potter after last night? Did I mean so little to you?" said Harry raising his eyebrows and wiggling them, teasing Malfoy without thinking about it, teasing Malfoy was second nature. Malfoy scolded at him, Harry smiled back.
"Again I question what the hell all these Slytherin's are doing here?"
"They are here because I am here," said Malfoy smugly as if that explained everything.
"Yet again the question why comes to mind." spoke Harry sarcastically, walking towards the small kitchenette in the corner of the common room. He needed coffee, badly. He pored himself a cup that magically appeared, didn't offer any to Malfoy and waited.
"They are here Potter, because I invited them," said Malfoy finally in the special icy tone he reserved for the other boy.
"What ever," he blew out a breath of air and leaned against the counter of the kitchenette. He took a sip of coffee and observed Malfoy interact with everyone. It was odd, to say the lest. He actually showed expression and looked interested in what the people were talking about.
Harry felt left out, so he went back up to his room to do some homework. He didn't notice the stares of a certain bottle white haired boy that watched his ass as he moved up the stairs in the tight pants.
A/N: there I reviewed but I'd really like some reviews. So I stopped at a nice quiet part, now I will not update until I get up to 40 reviews and I will NOT cave this time a write a long chapter. Ok so start reviewing if you want more.