A/n: Hiya! Tis me again! What I'm listening to (for those who care) is Otsuka Ai's new single 'Frienger'! Very Japanese pop feel good music! Her voice makes me smile. Tehee. Anywho, this chapter is both Adrien and Harry POV thus very long. Nevertheless, I will keep coming with humor and romance. Which basically means more boy on boy banging. You know you love me. I love you all for reading and reviewing! Now….ONWARD MY STALLIONS!

Chapter Seven: Secrets Don't Make Friends

Around lunch, Adrien had successfully avoided Seven, done most of his essays, and ate lunch. Deep down he secretly wondered what his little brother was doing. Smiling, Adrien figured that visiting Harry would brighten the boy's boring private school life. With that, Adrien scrolled down to the H's in his cell and called.

Tap Tap Tap

Anxiously the youngest Potter tapped his pencil, eyes fixated on ending of Physics. Hunger usually causes one person to translate any lectures into mere jargon: think Charlie Brown's teacher in Peanuts.

Time never goes fast enough when it's watched. So Harry preoccupied himself by mindlessly doodling on his notes…and sighing. That was until Madonna's 'Material Girl' ringtone rang (loudly) from Potter's sticker adorned cell phone. Did I mention that it also lit up:

"Sorry, Professor." Harry blushed, exiting his classroom.

After retreating, he realized Adrien was calling. Giggling, Harry answered:

"What's up, Midget?" called Adrien's deep but pleased voice.

"Adrien, I'm delighted you called…but not in the middle of class."

"You act like you were actually listening."

"…That's besides the point. Well, is there a reason why you called?"

"Yup! I'M COMING TO VISIT!"

"………………………………………………………………………"

At that very moment, Harry had a pleasant daydream of Adrien being mauled, his brother (of course) being the front man of some fantasy boy band. This was a social hazard. People could get trampled:

"Harry?... Harry, you there?"

"Yeah…"

"What's the matter? You don't want me to come?"

"No, Adrien. I'm glad you've decided to…er…visit me."

"You're sure?"

"Yes…"

"Good. Because I'm here."

Unfortunately, Harry predicted well. Students from Dumbledore's went crazy when they saw Adrien's car. Girls threw themselves on the windshield, boys tried to yank at his clothes and teachers offered him recommendations to high class jobs for a quickie. It was chaos.

Finally, when Harry escorted got Adrien to a secured dorm they were able to bond. The younger Potter cling to the older and recited all the events that took place, in addition Adrien simply stroked those ebony, unruly locks and listen.

It took at least an hour and a half for Harry to tell his private school stories. Most of the time went to his encounters with Draco Malfoy. Telling about their shower scene was difficult; especially when Harry fumbled words and sentences, shifted nervously and blushed a soft pink:

"I really like him. But I know he just wants to get in my pants."

"Hmm…maybe so but I'd give it more time, Munchkin."

"…Ok…"

"Good boy! Now can we go eat I'm starving."

"Yeah…sure…let check if the coast is clear."

Slowly but surely, Harry took a peek and saw a few students disappear up the staircase. He sighed in relief before motioning his brother that the coast was clear. Both Potters walked lightly and alert towards Harry's dorm. Of course, someone had to ruin the mission:

"IT'S SUNSHINE!"

Two seconds later, a pale, blonde and pink blur collided head on with a defenseless college student. Photos flutter down on Sunshine & Adrien currently spread out the cold hard wood floor in visible pain. Harry rushed over and promptly hit Sunshine on the head:

"Sunshine, you're an official idiot."

"Umm…thank you? Well I best be off!"

Dashing down North Wing, Sunshine smiled, waved good-bye, and departed around the corner:

"Harry…I think he forgot something.."

"Yeah, clothes, I know Adrien he's a nud- OH MY GOD!"

Adrien held a nude picture of Headmaster Dumbledore tied up by leather bonds. His magic wand very visible:

"GAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" screeched the two in unison.

"Well I'm glad you approve."

Low and behold, Dumbledore stood (arms folded) over Adrien along with Harry pale as ghosts. Headmaster didn't seem upset regardless, he called the boys to his office.

"I know you two didn't steal my- er… 'private' photos. But do you mind telling me who did?"

Albus Dumbledore was an elderly man. In his mid-60's, grey hair, half-moon glasses, he smelled of peppermints and cigars. Always carried a lucky, silver pocket watch & always had a sparkle in his eye. But who would have thought, no? I bet all of you have mental images to wash from your mind so I'll ramble to burn time:

"It was Sunshine, sir." answered Harry; squirming in his seat.

"Ah, Dalton Avery Johnson III, I guess, I upset him this afternoon during lesson…"

"Wait…lessons? Does he take private lessons with you?"

" Yes, Dalton is a child genius."

"…..no fucking way! HE'S BARMY!" hollered Adrien.

"Language, Mr. Potter. Dalton is a respected student. He is one of the international scientists who are currently looking for a cure for cancer."

"The world is ending, isn't it?" whispered Harry.

"No, Mr. Potter, it is not. Now you can return to your day. Mr. Adrien, please keep him in line. Both of you, lets keep this unfortunate incident to ourselves, shall we? Good day."

After they were escorted out, Adrien and Harry walked the hallways in complete shock.

Seamus and Davis were sitting on Seamus's bed playing spades. They had been playing for 5 hours straight now. No food, no water, just cards. Tension was thicker than swamp water and the stakes were high. Five. Whole. Dollars. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, you heard me, five dollars. We all know Davis, (of course) , was winning:

"You might as well give up now. Or I'm just going to keep taking your cards." smirked Davis.

"Shut up."

Seamus laid down a queen of hearts while Davis laid down a king of hearts. Snorting, Seamus laid down an 8 while Davis laid down a spade. Now both were down to one card:

"Dammnit!"

"Ok how about this…if I win you can lie to all your friends how you finally whipped my tail in a game of spades…"

"There's always a catch with you, Lee. What is it?"

"…You do one task for me. Don't worry… its nothing bad."

Of course it was something bad. Though, Seamus was a man. No way in the seven hells would he back down from a challenge! Besides he had the king of spades:

"You're on, my friend!"

"Ok. On the count of three! One! Two! THREE!"

Cards were revealed. Seamus laid down his beloved king of spades while Davis laid down his…ace of spades:

"YOU'VE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!"

"Oh yes, Seamus, my friend, you have lost for the sixth time this evening."

"I hate spades."

"Its ok."

They gathered up the cards and tucked them away. Seamus looked at Davis the whole time. What was the dare:

"Seamus, close your eyes." Davis spoke softly.

"Davis?"

"Just do it…"

Seamus closed his eyes and held out his hand expecting to get something gross. Instead, he felt something soft and slightly wet steadily make its way from his hand to his shoulder. Seamus knew they were Davis's lips. But he was too shocked and aroused to voice that.

Lips teased Seamus's sensitive neck and collarbone. Both friends were now on the bed, making out with Davis on top. Moaning, Seamus slid his cool hands up Davis's spine and tried to remove his shirt when:

"DAVIS!"

The person standing in the doorway who had called Davis's name was Rachel…

...Davis's fiancée.

A/n: DUNDUNDUN! continues to play suspenseful music

Who's this Rachel?

More Davis/Seamus slashy goodness?

When will Harry meet Draco again?

Does Sunshine really like grandpa porno?

Find out next chappie! It just gets better and better. R&R!

bunni kisses