Tenth Cup

Moving On

Harry met with his parents the weekend after his outing with Draco. He chose the place where they would meet, a small quiet place that Blaise introduced him to. He came early to wait and grab a table for the three of them, and he was drinking an iced tea when his parents walked in. The boy waved them over.

"Harry," Mrs. Potter smiled, her grin growing as Harry got up to give her a hug. "You look so good today."

He did. During the week, Harry and Blaise went out and gotten Harry a whole new wardrobe. His clothes were now all new-looking and fitted him properly, giving him a look that he had a grip on life. "Thank you, mum," Harry said, smiling softly as Mr. Potter took his hand and shook it. "You look better son," Mr. Potter said, "and thank you for inviting us. I promise not to get us kicked out of that one…"

"Oh, you don't need to worry about that, apparently Blaise knows the manager there really well," Harry smiled. "Would you like to sit?" he asked, indicating to their table. The three Potters sat down, and Harry fidgeted slightly in his seat.

"So…"

"So, you are living with this Blaise person, yes?" Mrs. Potter asked. "How is he like? How long have you known him—he is a nice man, I mean as a roommate of course, but is he the right person for you to living with is all I am trying to ask because if you want you can move—"

"Please… stop," Harry sighed.

"I'm sorry?" Mrs. Potter blinked.

"Mum, Dad, I love you but please… let me have this," Harry breathed, remembering his talk with Blaise last week. "I'm twenty-three years old. I know that you guys still see me as your baby but… I'm an adult. I'm not saying I know everything, god no that is far from the case, but… you need to stop coddling me. I'm living with Blaise. He is my friend from work and he has helped me through this far better than anyone else have. He is helping me move pass Viktor, so I can live my own life. If I moved back with you two, all I would be is a sad sack who can't even move pass his ex-boyfriend. I know that what Viktor did to me, how he treated me, was wrong, so wrong, but I still love him. We've been together for five years, we were practically fucking married we were that close—I'm sorry for cursing—my point is that I am not going to magically get over Viktor. I just want to move pass him. I can do that with Blaise's help… and I want to do it with your help too.

"But I don't want you two coddling me, or giving threats of violence that we all know you would never do. I just want you guys to just be there for me. Be parents. Not, not protectors, or coddlers just… just be my folks so that I can run to you whenever I need to. I'm perfectly safe living with Blaise, he's my best friend. Viktor does not know where our apartment is and even if he did… I'm positive that he would never show up. And even if he did, I will not accept him back. I don't know if you have this ridiculous worry, but I won't accept Viktor back. I still love him, I know he is bad for me, but I will not accept him. In fact… I don't know if I want to start dating again… not for a while at least. So please don't try to force someone on me, try to push me and another guy together. Just let me live my life. That's all I'm asking for… freedom to live my life."

Mr. and Mrs. Potter looked at each other for a moment before simultaneously letting out a deep sigh. "I had a feeling your degree would come in use," Mr. Potter said. "We promise not to coddle you anymore, right Lily?"

"But James, Harry could still get hurt," Mrs. Potter frowned. "I wouldn't worry so much if he lived closer to home."

"He's an adult now Lily, our son's all grown up," Mr. Potter said. "Three years apart Harry and you've grown into a fine man… I'm proud of you son."

"Thanks dad," Harry said softly.

A silence fell over the three as they tried to find words to say, however Harry felt that this silence was not awkward or tense at all. In fact it was rather relieving. It was out in the open, he told his parents that he wanted, needed, space and living on his own with Blaise was the only way he saw he could do it. He also relieved their fears… as well as his own about taking Viktor back. He looked at his parents and sighed, seeing a concern look on his mother's face. "Besides," he said, "Draco is treating me nicely… he really wants to be my friend."

"Oh, that's good," Mrs. Potter said. "You think there's a chance it'll turn into something more?"

Harry resisted his groan as he sighed, "I don't know… I know he wants there to be, no matter how much he hides it, but he's being good in respecting my wishes."

"Ohh, well that's good Harry," Mrs. Potter smiled. "I just want you to be happy, you know that."

"Thanks Mum, and I am happy. I'm happy living with Blaise, and my outings with Draco make me happy too… even if they are just brief talks during our breaks."

"Well that's very good to hear," Mrs. Potter smiled.

Harry nodded, "How are you enjoying the city?" he asked. "Besides our uhh… incident at the bistro."

"It's too loud," Mr. Potter grumbled. "How Sirius and Remus can bear the noise is amazing."

"You get used to it," Harry shrugged.

"At least Sirius and Remus are kind enough to let us stay with them," Mrs. Potter said. "I couldn't imagine how much it would cost us to stay in a hotel for a month!"

"That would be awful," Mr. Potter grimaced. "However the two swear the city has it's quiet charm like our neighborhood does. They're going to show us around the suburbs of the city tomorrow—they swear there's houses with lawns around here."

"There is," Harry smiled.

"You've seen them?"

"In passing… but there is," Harry nodded.

"I just can't understand how people can live without a house," Mr. Potter continued. "I mean, having your entire living space on one floor? Completely mental."

"You just get used to it," Harry shrugged again. "And sometimes it's all a person has. My apartment is easily twice the one I had wi—had before," Harry caught himself. "And you can fit a lot in an apartment if you're clever."

"You have to admit darling, Sirius' and Remus' apartment does look really well and homey—so much better than my sister's, and she has double the room!" Mrs. Potter said.

"Still need a yard," Mr. Potter grumbled stubbornly which caused his wife to roll her eyes. Harry laughed softly and smiled at his parents. This, them interacting normally, without tension or hesitation, he missed this.

The rest of their lunch went along swimmingly in Harry's opinion, especially since they were not kicked out this time. When they left, it was with smiles and hugs goodbye with promises of seeing each other soon. Harry returned home to see it was empty, which he was a little happy. He wanted some alone time.

Porn will do.

Harry went into his room and locked the door behind him. It was a sunny day so he allowed the sunlight to drift in through his window as he undressed, leaving his phone on his bed. Humming to himself and his naughty ideas and anticipation of his actions, he heard his phone vibrating behind him. Figuring it was Blaise or his parents, he answered without looking.

"Hello?"

"Oh princess, I'm so happy to hear your voice."

Harry stopped. As much as he hated it, Viktor's deep voice stirred his cock as it shattered his heart and sunk the remaining pieces. "Viktor," He stated more than asked, his voice sounding disconnected from his body.

"Yes princess it's me, I've missed you so much, when are you coming home? I miss you. I know I've said terrible things but we can talk it over princess, you're my boy, my princess, we will always be together," Viktor said.

Harry's hand trembled. He knew that he should hang up right away, he wished that he could. Simply tear the phone away from his ear and press the red button. But he couldn't. He found that his entire body was rigid from his arm to his cock. Which filled him with utter shame. "I…I…"

"I know you miss me too princess, and know I miss every part of you my love. My hand does not compare to my princess's pussy," Viktor chuckled. "So can you please end this game and just come home?"

"I am home Viktor… I'm not going to live with you anymore," Harry's voice was shaky, he tried to tear his phone away from his ear but he couldn't. Like the sick depraved part that still loved Viktor wanted to cling on.

"Why not? Is it that black bastard?"

"No, it's not Blaise, it's you," Harry said. "I…I won't allow you to treat me like you have anymore Viktor."

"Harry baby, all I did was love you!"

"And hurt me!" Harry yelled. "You almost fucking killed me at times you bastard!"

"You do not talk to me that way princess!" Viktor screamed into the phone. "Apologize!"

"Fuck you…" Harry muttered.

"Excuse me?"

"I said fuck you Viktor. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! Fuck you, you disgusting bastard I hope you rot!" Harry screamed, tearing the phone away and ending the call. Furious, he quickly blocked the number before Viktor could call back and immediately got on the internet with his phone, finding bdsm porn with blonde actors.

"I still think they don't belong there—I mean seriously guys you should have seen the way that mob was gawking at us. It's disgusting really," Seamus muttered. He, Harry, Ron, and Blaise were in the staff room of the Three Broomsticks, sitting around a small table as they had their lunch.

"It couldn't been that bad," Blaise said.

"It was! Right Ron?" Seamus turned to Ron.

"Huh? Oh yeah, they were annoying," he nodded.

"Look," Blaise sighed, "just because a couple straight girls went to a gay club—"

"It was more like twenty," Seamus muttered. "They were annoying everyone."

"Think it was a bachelorette party," Ron muttered. "Least that's what Duncan was saying."

"Who's Duncan?" Harry frowned.

"The cute boy Ron was sucking face with last night," Seamus smirked, causing Blaise to chuckle and Ron to go red-faced. "Sweet little bunny boy he was."

"Bet he had a nice ass too," Blaise laughed.

"Sh-shut up," Ron sputtered. "Anyway, yes that pack of women were unwelcomed, everyone knows it, so anyway Harry how was your night last night?"

"Oh yeah, you had lunch with your parents, right? What did you do after?" Seamus asked.

Harry bit his lip and looked at his friends. "Actually… I've stayed in my room mostly," he said. "I was… angry."

"Why? What did your parents do?" Ron asked.

"Not my parents… Viktor," Harry sighed. "I forgot to block his number and he called."

"Oh no," Blaise frowned, "are you okay? What did that bastard say?"

"Besides being racist towards you?" Harry said in a disapproving tone. "He wanted me to move back with him. He misses the sex…"

"And?"

"Well obviously I didn't go back!" Harry said. "I just hung up and…" his cheeks were red, he knew he should have started to filter himself, however he was too deep into the sentence as he said in a crass way, "I just masturbated to BDSM porn on my phone."

The three around him stared at Harry for a moment before bursting out laughing. Harry blushed in embarrassment, regretting that he even opened his mouth as Seamus and Blaise both slapped his back. "Well done Harry!" Seamus cheered. "Didn't think you had it in you!"

Harry's blush deepened as a small smile rose out of his lips. "Though… honestly, I'm surprised, Harry," Blaise said. "You know, after what happened with Viktor that you chose that type of porn."

"Because I like it," Harry said. "It turns me on and it's one of the things that got me attracted to Viktor in the first place. It's just that, looking back on it, I think we've done it wrong…"

"A little," Ron snorted, causing him glares from Blaise while Seamus slapped his shoulder. Harry shook his head, "I'm fine," he said. "Funny enough… after masturbating, I felt very good, like more good than I ever felt."

"Masturbating does that," Seamus said.

"No, not that way… just having an orgasm without Viktor… in a perverted way it gives me a chance to see that I can live without him, have a full life without him. I don't know what that life will involve, but at least I know that it exists," Harry said. He gave Seamus a sly smile and said, "and the orgasm was pretty big too. Had to spend some time licking myself clean."

"That's my boy Harry!" Seamus bellowed laughing, clapping hard while Ron choked on air. The mood overcoming him, Harry smiled with a sense of weird pride as his friends laughed and cheered his accomplishments. His smiling face met Blaise and the two of them smiled at each other.

Blaise stood up and opened his arms. "As lewd and crude as your actions were Harry," he said, "I'm so proud you've done them! Well done Harry, well done," and he pulled Harry into a hug, the other two quickly joining. "I'm so proud Harry," Blaise said softly. "You're moving on."

"Yeah," Harry sighed, "I am… and it feels brilliant."

A/N: Well, Harry is certainly lewd isn't he? However there are 5 chapters at MOST left with this little story. How will it all wrap up? Well stick around and find out!

Savannah99: It's all good. I just became a bit sore with reviewers basically yelling "do this or else." You're good. And as you said, a lot of people can't seem to understand that two gays can be near each other… and just be friends.

Tat5934: This chapter should alleviate your woes

Chris Darkheart: "It was meant to be rude and keep you on task" Well you can just find the BIGGEST rusty spike you can find and just shove it right up there good sir, because Fuck you.

Ern: Thanks! I really hope you've enjoyed this chapter :3