He swung open wide the door and marched in with Xavier on his side. No this was probably not the best of ideas, but then Harry wasn't known for his bright ideas, thoese were Hermione's area of expertise. The entire hall fell silent, as Harry and Xavier walked along to the appropriate house table. They were not stopped but once having been seated, every one continued to stare at them.
"Maintement je sais que vous signifiez quand vous dites c'est inconfortable être dévisagé à mes millions de yeux. » (Know i know what you mean when you say it is uncomfortable to be stared at by millions of eyes) said Xavier quietly to Harry, though the entire hall heard.
"Well that's easy enough to take care of," said Harry tersely. He slowly rose to his feet and glared at everyone at once, quite a feat when some of the room is too your back I must say.
"What the fuck are you all looking at? I know I am hot and so is my boyfriend," most of the students gasped at this revelation, "yes you homophobes he's my bloody boyfriend, did I know make it abundantly clear yesterday that I was Gay! Merlin's balls! Get a bloody grip on yourselves. Now Xavier and I would like to eat in peace; so please control yourselves at looking at the hotness that is me and my boyfriend.' He rolled the name Xavier off his tongue as if it was something dirty, and maybe it was.
The entire hall kept eyeing him and his new companion. Harry signed and looked down at Xavier with a strange light in his eyes. "Well if that's what you want," he whispered to himself, not really caring if anyone heard him or not. Abruptly he pulled Xavier up to his lips and deep throated him. The kiss was extremely passionate and looked completely too intimate for where it was taking place.
The two boys got completely caught up in the action of the kiss, fully forgetting that there was a whole school watching. Only when they started to reach around with their hands, slowly pulling up the shirts and massaging the shoulders did Harry and Xavier feel a hand that wasn't either of theirs on their shoulders. Harry looked behind him to find Dumbledore standing there with that infernal twinkle in his eye.
"I do believe that hall has as quite enough excitement for one night Mr. Potter, if you and your new beau would please finish eating I would like to meet with both of you after in my office, I am sure you can think of the right password,' said Dumbledore, the twinkle never leaving his eyes. Harry could only nod, still breathless from the heated kiss.
He seated himself down next to Xavier who'd sat down during Dumbledore's talk. He started eating and urged in the loud voice that the whole hall should as well and that there would be no more entertainment coming from him. Well at least not in public, thought Harry, Dumbledore's twinkle in his eye, it seems as if it was contagious.
Finishing super in silence, which alone was unusual, he and Xavier left for Dumbledore's office. They walked along the corridor hand in hand, Harry's head rested on Xavier's shoulders. Harry signed contently; this was what life was all about, not defeating a dark lord, but spending time with a loved one. And that's when Harry realised that he did love Xavier, they'd never said it too each other but the love was still their. He cast his eyes up too look at Xavier's face. A smile played at his lovers lips, the laugh lines on his face visible for all to see, his eyes held the merriment Harry's had never been capable of holding. He snuggled closer to his boyfriend, wanting this moment, this feeling to last forever.
But all good things but come to an end eventually, as sadly did this moment. They stopped in front of the stone griffin. Without really thinking about it Harry began to list off names of sweets he knew, it wasn't too difficult, over the summer he'd gotten somewhat of a sweet tooth, almost as much as the headmaster he'd dear say.
Suddenly he had an epiphany and shouted out, "lemon drops," Xavier looked at his a little worriedly, but at the mention of lemon drops the stone griffin jumped aside obediently.
As they entered the main room, the headmaster was already there. Harry seated himself down in one of the large comfy armchairs, and then pulled Xavier on top of him. He made a noise of surprise but didn't pull away; he sat happily in Harry's lap.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, vat can I do for vous?" asked Xavier, trying out his small vocabulary of English that Harry had taught him. He was proud of himself, he almost managed a full sentence without help, and it was better then what Harry was accomplishing in French.
"I would like to offer you Xavier a job, it seems that you are fluent in French, and we are in need of a language arts professor. Hogwarts hasn't had one in many years but it would seem that many people would like to improve their language skills." By know Dumbledore is grinning like mad, Harry wonders if the headmaster over heard the conversation about not being able to see each other all the time.
Harry looked questioningly at Xavier, it truly was his call. Though if he meant what he'd said before then he'd take it. Harry looked around the room, waiting for Xavier to respond, he did not see Xavier give him an appraising look. Dumbledore saw it, but said nothing. Finally Xavier simply said, "oui," as if this wasn't an life altering deciding but truly it would start an epidemic.
Harry left Xavier in Dumbledore's office, to discuses salaries and living quarters and stuff like that, not entirely interested. He walked aimlessly around the school, because really that's what he does. He hadn't noticed the direction he was going in until he came to a stop in front of a wall. This wall had a painting of several fruit; Harry tickled the pear and walked into the kitchens unchecked.
He walked through the kitchens again aimlessly, talking to house-elves here and there. Scooping up little treats and eating them carelessly. This was a simpler time for Harry, who at the age of one tore a dark lord from him body, then again consecutively at the age 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 and finally defeated the bastered on his 16th birthday. I nice, but rather large, though in no means not unwelcome, present to receive. After Voldermort died, truly died not that fake dying he did before, Harry was free, to do anything. But the fact is, he really didn't know what to do. He'd been raised first as a slave, unwelcome and unappreciated. Then trained to fight the most powerful dark lord on earth, and now he was simply bored out of his God be damned mind.
He made his was out of the kitchens without incident and left to wonder the upper levels of the castle.
He walked and he walked, unnoticed and without noticing or seeing anyone else about. After what seemed like mere minutes Harry found himself at the room of requirements. Without making a conscious thought he walked inside and collapsed on the couch that appeared. The room had chosen to take the form of the Gryffindor Common room, his first real home. He gazed intently at the fire, unable to stop staring at the luring flames, dancing their seductive dance, jumping higher then lower, swinging around and cackling in a way that comforted Harry beyond words.
His eyes watched the flames, soon he was edging closer and closer to the heat, quite suddenly he was right in front of the flames he'd watched. Being mere inches from the heat he could sense it's burn but didn't feel his skin grow hot. That puzzled him considerably,
This close to the large fla,es he should have been burnt or at lest slightly more hot then usual. Testing a theory, he reached out a hand and placed it directly into the fire. His eyes grew to twice the size they were before.
"Amazing," he muttered. He withdrew his hand from the fire, it wasn't burned, or black, a little warm, but nothing unusual. His lips parted, forming first soundless words, and then turned up in a smile.
He reached back into the fire, cupped his hand and withdrew it holding the fire like powder. He started trying to manipulate it when the door opened.
A/N: I know I know you all hate me and think this is the stupidest twist ever, yeah well I sort of agree. But I am a pyro and sorta needed to add the fire. I've also decided that my story will have a plot! I know go me. Right and the fire should be a crucial part in that plot. Right well anyways review and also have a look at my other stories, the Harry Potter ones are mostly suicide but there real good, please take a look. That's all I have to say REVIEW!