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No updates for now! Anywhoooo! Chapter two!
Chapter warning: Sexual relations, slight domestic abuse. You've been warned.
Chapter Two: Meeting With Dumbledore
Harry woke up with Neville Longbottom in his bed, both groggy and sleepy from their night out. He couldn't even be bothered to think about why they were both naked, but he had a delicious ache in his arse, hinting that they'd had sex the night before.
It was a haze, but he remembered going out with Neville for his 'Welcome Home, Harry!' party. They'd went to a Gothika club, had a couple drinks and he remembered popping a pill. X-Stacy or something.
Shrugging and shaking Nev's shoulder, he stood and stretched, hissing in a breathe of pleasure from the twinge in his backside. Behind him, the other boy hummed in appreciation, prompting Harry to throw a sly look over his shoulder. Nev laughed, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his spine. Harry shivered, turning to straddle the other boy's lap.
The Longbottom heir smiled, his hand sliding behind to cup Harry's neck so he could pull the black haired boy down for a tender good morning kiss. Before long, the pair were panting against each other's mouths, tongues dancing and trying to gain dominance over the other. When Neville's hand slid down to cup Harry's arse, the shorter boy shuddered, rocking his hips against his friend. Both groaned, rolling over with Harry pinned under Neville's larger frame.
"Ughn! N-Nev, please!" Harry arched his back, unable to free his wrists from Neville's grip, nor his neck from under the rough assault of Neville's biting kisses. He moaned when the other lined their shafts up and began to thrust firmly against him, his hips bucking. "Oh God, Nev!"
"Shh, Harry." The dark haired boy murmured, his pace quickening. Nobody could deny Neville enjoyed having Harry under him. Especially when he moaned and whimpered like that.
Each thrust brought a new bout of pleasure to Harry's over-sensitized body, his arse hole clenching at air, begging to be filled full of the other boy's large manhood.
All too soon, their orgasms wracked their body. Harry tipped over the edge first, screaming out Neville's name and arching his back. His head tossed from side to side, Neville's name and many expletives pouring from his lips in a chant.
Neville followed seconds later, biting down hard into the smaller boy's shoulder, eliciting a loud series of whimpers as he sucked, marking the boy beneath him. When he felt Harry's trembling stop, he lifted himself off the other boy and smiled, getting a sleepy smile in response. He pulled Harry into his arms, and the pair stood there for a few minutes, just holding each other.
"C'mon, Harry. We need to get ready to go." He murmured, kissing the other boy's forehead gently.
"Yeah." Neville couldn't help but chuckle at the disappointed sigh.
They washed up quickly and got dressed, made a quick breakfast and grabbed Harry's keys. They made their way outside to hop into the black Camaro, Neville's hand resting on Harry's thigh in a slightly possessive gesture the entire drive to Hogwarts Academia. His thumb rubbed a small circle on the outside of Harry's thigh, the black haired male sending Neville a smile every could minutes.
Pretty quickly, they drew up to the large building and took a parking spot. Harry and Neville opened their doors to get out.
"Hermione looks like she's ready to combust!" Neville said, catching the keys as his lover tossed them over the top of the car at him. Harry laughed, nodding.
Harry didn't notice, but Neville threw a slight glare over Harry's shoulder at a gorgeous platinum blonde and his 'group'. Harry didn't even notice, because at that moment, Hermione yelled his name and launched herself at him.
"Harry!"
At that moment, another girl jogged up with an easy smile on her face. Ginerva Weasley, he recalled.
"Harry, when did you get back?" the red-head asked, giving him a friendly hug. Beside him, Neville growled out softly, and he shot the other a glare, shutting him up. Ron, Seamus and Dean all clapped him on the shoulder, while a few of the girls came up and hugged him or kissed his cheek.
Then the group of friends all at once stiffened and looked past him, each wearing a glare on their face.
"Uh, Ron?"
"Malfoy. That stupid rich prat that used to tease us before you left?"
"Oh. Well, I'll just..go say…hi. I suppose."
"No!" Hermione shouted, reaching and grabbing his arm. "You can't!"
"Guys, I'll be fine." He held up his hands, meaning to stop them from yelling. "I promise. We're both Seniors now. Besides, Nev here was telling me how he's been Head Boy since last year. He can't hurt me."
"He'd best watch his step." Neville said lowly, throwing a dirty look at the blonde.
"I'll be right back, okay?" He rolled his eyes at the group and, hands in his pockets, walked at the sedate pace over to the blonde and his friends.
"Draco." Harry greeted them pleasantly, an easy smile on his face. "Pansy, Blaise, Theo, Greg, Vince. Long time, no see." They all murmured their hellos, glancing at him without interest.
"Pot-Harry." Draco returned the greeting, a smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. "When did you get back to town?"
"Few days ago, actually. My uncle's just filled out the papers today. Couldn't come without them, so I was forced to wait until his workload wasn't so much." The other boy nodded at his words.
"I see. Well, it's good you're back, Harry. " Harry smiled as Draco held out his hand, which he took and shook.
"Thanks, Draco. It's good to be back. Anyway, see y'all around later, yeah?" He gave a tiny wave and turned, walking back to his friends. He went back to the group, and was immediately pulled against Neville's side, the arm wrapped around his shoulder extremely tight and a bit uncomfortable. But he didn't say anything, he just slipped his arm around Nev's waist and rested his cheek on the broad chest of his boyfriend.
Neither Neville or Harry noticed the odd look Draco Malfoy shot them, nor the worried look Hermione and Ron gave each other at the display Neville was creating.
x.x.x.x
The pair parted ways with a rough, slightly demanding kiss. Harry shook as he raised a hand to his bruised lips, his eyes closing as he fought to think about what could have caused the reaction ins his boyfriend. Neville'd never been rough with him before.
He stood outside the Headmaster's office, the door closed firmly. He rapped his knuckles on the door sharply, and heard for him to enter the room.
"Mr Potter." The Headmaster greeted, his blue eyes twinkling mysteriously.
"Headmaster Dumbledore." Harry smiled. "It's good to see you, Sir."
"Oh, my boy, it's good to see you too. You remind me so much of your parents." Harry laughed softly.
"I know, Sir. I get that a lot."
"I understand. Now, here's your schedule-" He was given a piece of paper with his timetable, "-here's your book list-" a list with nine books, "-and your locker number and combination. Mind you, our lockers are big, and also, last but not least, your room number." He was given a small slip with his room number and roommate.
Draco Malfoy. He frowned, remembering the blonde. They'd been cordial earlier, but he doubted the other boy would want to be his roomie.
Dumbledore seemed to know his thoughts, "Harry, I've already talked to Mr Malfoy. He was here before you, actually. Anyway, he said he'd be happy to be your roommate."
"Oh okay, Sir. Thank you." The older man smile and dismissed him. He left, heading for the library first. When he got there, he sat down in a plush chair, and went over his timetable.
Hogwarts Academia
Chemistry:…Monday/Wednesday/Friday….8am-10am
Maths:…..Tuesday/Thursday/Friday…11am-1pm
History:…Monday….. 2pm
Science:…Tuesday/Wednesday….. 3pm-4:30pm
Theatre:…...Friday…. 6pm
Musical Theory:…..Friday… 1pm-2:45pm
Teachers:
Chemistry: Prof. Snape, Chemistry 1, 2, 3 and Advanced
Maths: Prof. Sinastra
History: Prof. Binns
Sciences: Prof. Snape & Prof. Trelawney
Theatre: Prof. Trelawney
Musical Theory: Prof. Ponskie*
Book List, Semester 1, year 1998
Chemistry For Advanced Students, by Severus S.
Mathematical Equations and Learning, by Mathilda Andersen
Ancient and Current History, by Nitran Exile
Learn The Sciences!, by Jade McGowen
He sighed, and went to grab his books.
As he found the last one, and was about to grab it, a pair of hands placed themselves on his waist and a strong body that was familiar pressed up against him. He smiled, turning his head. His lips were caught in a soft, gentle kiss.
"Hey, Nev." He smiled, turning in his boyfriend's arms.
"Hey. I missed you." Those arms tugged Harry against a firm chest, where he snuggled close.
"I missed you, too, Nev. How has your morning been so far?"
"Good, yours?" Harry smiled up at him.
"I found my locker, it's pretty close to yours. But I'm rooming with Draco."
"No." the hardness of the other's voice startled him, making him jump.
"W-what?"
"I said, No. Absolutely not." His hands tightened on Harry's hips, making the smaller squirm slightly.
"Nev, I'll spend the nights in your room if you want, but I can't really go against the Headmaster-" he stopped, looking up into his boyfriend's furious face. The other's eyes had hardened, his grip now almost bruising on Harry's body.
"And I said-" Neville leaned in close, his lips against Harry's ear, "-No. You will not room with that bastard, Harry."
"Nev," he shivered, hands on Neville's chest. He pushed lightly, biting his lip at the pressure Neville was placing on his hips. "It's not that bad. I doubt Draco will even talk to me. Ow! Neville! You're hurting me!" The grip just tightened even more, drawing a pained gasp from the dark brunette. "N-Neville, let go!"
"I'm sorry. I thought I heard you say no to me." Harry shuddered at the dangerous tone in his boyfriend's voice. "Did you?" Frowning at his temper, Harry quickly shook his head. The hands relaxed, and the fiery anger died down a bit.
Neville was quick to press a soft kiss to Harry's lips, with a reassuring smile before he disappeared. Harry sighed, turning to grab the book. Only he didn't count on the sharp stab of pain in both his hips and, with a soft whimper, tumbled to the ground.
Just what had gotten into Neville, that he had to hurt Harry? The smaller boy bit back tears and fumbled to stand, keeping back any noise until he'd gotten his books checked out.
He had to go find his room.
x.x.x.x
Harry had found his room, and now he stood in front of the full sized mirror on his side, examining his hips. There were a pair of light purple bruises already forming on his pale skin in the exact place Neville had held onto him.
The door opened but he didn't notice, so absorbed as he was with gently poking and prodding the bruises.
"Harry?" he turned, attempting a smile in his roommate's direction.
"Draco. How was your day?" He lowered his shirt and covered the bruises, keeping his eyes towards the ground.
"It was fine," the blonde scowled. "Harry, who gave you those bruises?"
"It doesn't matter, Draco." He said softly.
"You can't let it happen again, Harry." Draco replied, and Harry was relieved that the blonde dropped the subject.
"I won't, Draco." The brunette promised. But he knew he couldn't keep that promise. He had no control over Nev, and he would never admit that while he hated how Neville had left bruises, the protective possessiveness turned him on. He loved Neville, had for awhile. They just….had rough spots, like every couple. Right?
I mean, it's not like Neville had ever done serious damage to Harry. Sure, he'd pinched, left small bruises and play slapped him before. What couple doesn't every once in awhile?
But this new side, this rough side, it had a negative effect on Harry. He didn't like the way Nev had treated him, like Harry was being unfaithful.
He sighed, giving a smile to Draco before turning in for the night. He just wanted to sleep, forget the episode in the library.
x.x.x.x
Draco's POV
For awhile after Harry had gone to bed, Draco stayed up thinking about what he'd walked in and saw. Bruises, bright, angry purple bruises on the smaller boy's hips. He had a fair idea of who had put them there, but one look at the other boy and Draco had seen the confusion and hurt swimming in those gorgeous emerald eyes.
Harry didn't want to be believe Longbottom could hurt him. And it made Draco want to beat Longbottom's arse.
Which is something he couldn't understand. Why was he feeling this way, wanting to protect the other boy?
He looked over across the room at Harry's sleeping form, and frowned.
Why had Longbottom been upset, in the first place? What had driven him to hurt Harry?
Deciding he'd push the issue in the morning, Draco turned over and closed his eyes to go to sleep.
A/N:
I hope you guys enjoy Chapter two! :D
Also, this is an established (Dom/sub) Neville/Harry with Draco/Harry floating in and out. BUT it is a Draco/Harry fanfic. :D :D
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