A/N: And now, for something completely different. Ok, not completely, but a little fun on my part.
This chapter was mainly done to give you a little insight on the relationship of Harry and Michael, because although an interesting spin-off (not a suggestion! Just a thought) they are not the main focal point of this story. So this is as much as you're going to get on the matter. Enjoy.
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Michael
Hmm, wow. Hi, I'm new here, I'm not even sure what I'm suppose to do but I'll give it my best shot.
Ok, let's start- my name is Michael and Draco asked me to take over the Gryffindor-Hufflepuff game, said he couldn't possibly be expected to actually care what goes on in this match. Snobby git.
So, without further ado- Quidditch…
It was a beautiful Saturday morning mid March; the entire school was brimming with anticipation for the match a foot, even the teachers showed signs of unusual exhilaration… Ok, screw that, it's a bloody Gryffindor- Hufflepuff match for Merlin's sake!
The truth is it was a lousy day for Quidditch, or for anything of an outdoors nature. To say it was rainy would be like saying that blast ended skrewts were cuddly, to say it was ghastly, would be an understatement. It was a rainstorm from hell, straight on our heads and we, like obedient flocking sheep sat there in the stands and watched the fifteen figures on the field battling against nature- that is, when we could actually see any of them through the plates of rain.
Well, I was supposed to give you the account of the game, keep you up to speed and all that. Draco was especially keen on me doing this, said something about my boyfriend being there on the field and all. When I mentioned that his boyfriend was also there on the field he said it was not the same thing, but he did suggest that we could use the prefects' bathroom for some after match 'relaxation'- cheeky little brat.
I'm not even sure how I want this game to end, right now both Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are one game down and on the one hand, Gryffindor is leading Hufflepuff on points so I should cheer for the yellow team, but then again, my boyfriend is a Gryffindor so that would be a little awkward…
How the decisions bestowed upon my young head…
Actually it doesn't really matter what the outcome of this match would be, I'm still going to get mine- it's just a question of whether it's going to be victory sex or consolation sex. Both work just fine for me.
Alright, I've had enough, I can't see squat in this weather and frankly this game is rather boring, I mean no one was hit by a stray lightning so far so you'll excuse me if I'll drop my, obviously clear and productive running commentary of the game, and tell you about Harry, because I know that's what you're really here for anyway! Pervs. And just for that, I will not start with the sex bit! Ha.
I don't know how much Draco has told you but that's how it went- Harry was a complete git, I was completely smitten. Lucky for me he came to his senses and thank you very much Oliver Wood, for helping him see the light. The main problem in our relationship is, surprisingly enough, not us but the rest of the Gryffindor flock. They were actually angry to see their hero happy. Ok, not to see him happy, per say, but to see him happy with me.
It all started spinning out of control when they discovered that he's been 'exploring his masculine side' as Hermione put it (Gods, phrases like that is exactly why she wasn't sorted into Ravenclaw!). The Gryffindor side of the fence was pretty much gobsmacked to find that their hero and leader actually much prefers taking it up the arse than giving it to girls. Who would have believed that such a sweet, gentle and brave boy could do such abominations? Shocking indeed! They're a bunch of hypocritical, pious, prim and prude arseholes that shouldn't be allowed anywhere near my Harry! If I could I would have him re-sorted and make sure this time he got to Slytherin, at least they wouldn't be bend out of shape over it. Probably just hex him.
The second reason they nearly blew their tops off, and their tower in the process (but that was mostly Harry's fault…) was the fact that he dropped a very promising romance with Ginny Weasley in favour for none other than her legendary ex! (Fine, I'm not even sure I qualify as a legendary or mythological ex but I'd like to believe so and it does make the story more interesting.) I think this one was especially considered as a betrayal, and if Gryffindors are good for one thing, is to walk around looking fatally wounded and just ooze an air of righteousness to the world.
I don't get why they're so upset, especially the red-sconces clan (Draco's favouring term for them, not mine).
First of all- Harry has a right to be happy, just as any other lad or lass do!
Second- Ginny was cheating on me left and right and bottom when we were together, always keeping eyes on her 'prize' i.e. Harry who never paid her any attention aside from that of an older brother, until she managed to trap him in her web and demand more. Luckily, he understood his mistake soon enough and left her for good. For the record I can just say that I never cheated on her while we were an item! I just don't do this sort of thing. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate Ginny, I simply despise her.
But putting silly Gryffindors delicate emotions aside, Harry and I make a great couple! Harry loves that I see more in him than just the 'Boy who lived' and I just love his arse. And much more.
The first time we kissed, was a disaster, he fled for Merlin's sake! The second time was heaven. Draco keeps telling me it'll be something we could tell our grandchildren and I say that we probably won't have any, both of us being guys and all but I would hardly be surprised if Ginny offered to be a surrogate mother for us. Ew, creepy thought- right there.
The first time we had sex was the funniest thing in the world. It took us about a month to get to that point; actually it took Harry that long. I was pretty much ready from the second he kissed me the first time. But Harry had to come to terms with the basic notion of sex because Ginny wasn't quick enough to tie him to her bed. It started out slow, you know, lots of hands and lips all over the place and that was when I discovered one of Harry's greatest attributes, his most endearing trait of being extremely ticklish… The sound and sight of him squirming under me and giggling his head off can get hot and bothered even right now in the middle of the fucking Quidditch game… Hmm, give me a sec…
Alright, I've returned with as little damage as picturing Madame Pomfrey and Professor Dumbledore having a go at it on one of the Hospital Wing's beds (And again, thanks to my good friend Draco for that rather disturbingly effective image) can do. Where was I? Oh, yes, Harry…
Apart from being a very quick learner (bed-wise and otherwise) Harry is simply a treat, he's kind and he's funny, you wouldn't think he'd have any kind of sense of humour- at least I didn't, not sure why, really. Gods, I'm just rambling now…
According to the announcer Gryffindor is leading in over fifty points at the moment (just thought you'd be interested to know).
When I think back on my 'sexual history' (Harry thinks I'm a git when I say things like that, but hey- at least I have one!), I realize that I've had some sort of sexual relation with members of each house, boys and girls alike. I'm the bloody poster boy for house unity! Or is it teen hormones?
It all started in fourth year with my first girlfriend, Megan Jones, from Hufflepuff. We didn't do much, mostly holding hands and giving each other little pecks, like bloody birds or something. It didn't work out. That must have sent me in a frenzy of exploring because between the time Megan and I broke up and the time Ginny and I picked up I had no less than seven… well they weren't exactly lovers- I did came into Ginny's bed a virgin (She wasn't by the way, but I'm not going to step as low as fussing over mindless gossip!), but I did get some very valuable experience in the kissing, groping and fellatio departments which enabled me to perform rather well on my first time- well, at least she didn't run away screaming.
When I came to Harry I was not a stranger to the female body, not even to the male one, but still a virgin in the… rear department, so we actually had a rather equal footage to start from.
Hmm, I'm not sure what else I should say, in fact I'm not even sure that Harry is going to appreciate what I've said so far, but hey- who cares. So if we're into the juicy gossip and all that I might as well tell you that Harry- is a bottom, classic one. Bet you didn't know that! Apparently it all comes from his need to let go or something.
Can you tell that I'm rather bored right now? This is because the game is not moving anywhere! It's currently 180-40 to Gryffindor (if I'm seeing the board right), and while this is all very fascinating, I can't actually see any of the players, only blobs of red and yellow zooming around so I can't even tell you how Harry is doing. Gods I hope he'll win, a happy Harry always mounts up to better sex…
Would you listen to me, going on and on about sex like a complete fiend. So I'm just going to say that Harry has a lot more going for him, and though I can't really picture us getting married and living off in the suburbs at the moment, I'm not opposing the idea in the long run.
Here they go again, Hermione and Terry, or as they so tastelessly refer to themselves, Her and Ter, snogging again! I swear someone should put a frigging leash on them; it's a public place, for Merlin's sake!
I bed Draco would just love this, having a go at the Head Boy and Head Girl, vent up some of his frustration on these two… sucky, fishy, thingy gits! Gods, I'm so appalled and distraught that words fail me…
I cannot imagine what it must feel like to have to hide your relationship, I mean Harry and I don't go around snogging the daylight out of each other like a couple of bitches in heat in every bloody corner of the school (unlike some people I could mention!)- And the incident when Longbottom caught us naked on Harry's bed hardly counts since it was entirely his fault! Stupid Gryffindors have absolutely no respect for other people's privacy. Thinking about Neville's face still cracks me up. Good thing it wasn't the red menace Weasley or I'd be dead right now. But still we don't hide our relationship either. After all, I don't think Harry's parents would resurrect just to haunt their son for being gay and mine couldn't care less about what I'm doing.
They can't expel us either- there's no rule against students going out with each other. Though, if you ask me, there should be a rule against students publicly displaying carnal desire! Not that the current Head Boy and Head Girl would actually promote such rule, let alone reinforce it! For Merlin's sake, they have rooms all to themselves can't they bloody use them?!
Oh, bugger me, the unbelievable has happened! The Hufflepuff seeker, which I can't by the life of me remember the name of, has caught the snitch… damn. Bet Harry's going to be all bent out of shape over that one… He's going to blame himself, I just know it, forget rainstorm and wet glasses he's going to blame himself! This would only make things a little more interesting for me as I'd have to work harder to sooth him.
Life is good people, and thy name is Harry Potter.
Well, I suppose its consolation sex for me… better go work on my sad face…
A/N:
He's a real little chatterbox isn't he?
I had a really annoying bus ride, when the couple in the bench before me wouldn't stop snogging like mad for the entire two and a half hours of the ride. I just had to put something on that.
BTW- if anyone's interested the Quidditch scores for the season after each team have two games played, stand as thus at this point:
Slytherin- 530
Ravenclaw- 440
Gryffindor- 410
Hufflepuff- 340