Chapter 3: Love Troubles

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Harry groaned as a man's sculpted chest laid against his own naked torso, heated skin meeting heated skin. He stared at the figure above him, and saw silver eyes boring down hungrily at him. His long hair fell forward when he neared his face, their lips only just an inch apart. "You are mine, Potter." The man's lips trailed past his cheek, leaving a teasing trail of warmth, and harshly bit into the younger male's neck.

"Merlin, yes!" gasped Harry, arching his head back. His lover began leaving kisses on his throat, whilst a long fingered hand snaked its way beneath the brunnete's trousers, grasping his erect manhood, the heated palms covering the sensitive skin, and oh so very slowly began to stroke up and down. Harry moaned, arching his hips slightly. "M-more!"

The hand quickened its pace, and he couldn't help but buck his hips again, until another hand pinned them down to the mattress. Harry continued releasing sounds of pleasure, sweat building upon his heated skin. He was so close...

"Lucius!" Harry cried out as he woke, abruptly sitting up in his bed, panting slightly and covered in sweat. He was still in the familiar Gryfinndor dormitory, the room giving off a warm feel with its usual colors of reds and browns. Sunlight filtered in through the few windows, gently lighting up the room and warming his feet. Still, he sighed in slight disappointment that it was just a dream.

Suddenly Harry noticed something wet between his legs, and peeked under his covers to see a wet spot on the crotch area of his red pajamas. He groaned, flopping back onto the mattress, and brushed a lock away from his forehead whilst staring at the crimson canopy hanging above the bed frame. Another dream...He should be used to them by now, but each time they were just as explicit as the last. The dreams always made him feel so good, always reminded him how much he desired Lucius Malfoy.

Groaning, Harry groggily rose from bed, and headed for the baths to clean himself up.

Moments later, he was at the Great Hall, savoring breakfast with his two friends. "How was sleep Harry?" inquired Hermione, scribbling down notes on roll of parchment, nibbling on a biscuit.

Said golden boy emitted a sigh. "It was fine...except I've dreamed of him again."

"No details mate. Please." grumbled Ron as he stuffed a forkful of hotcakes into his mouth.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Like I would tell you anything about that."

Hermione giggled. "Well as long as you don't daydream about him during lessons, I think you'll be okay." Harry only replied with a nod, and took a slice of bacon between his lips. Easier said then done.

Classes passed by as usual, and with extra effort of concentration, Harry's constant daydreaming had lessened gradually, to his surprise. Especially during Potions. Mostly because he didn't want another huge book slamming down in front of his face, or have another detention with the greasy potions professor.

Maybe I really will get over him...Thought Harry as he walked down the halls toward his next lesson. But despite the possibility, it didn't really make him feel any better. But I don't know if I really wan-Harry's breath hitched when he collided into a hard body, stopping him in his tracks as he rubbed his forehead, and glanced up to the taller stranger to apologize, until he felt like his entire world just froze in time once he realized who he just bumped into. Cold, silver eyes pierced into his emerald orbs.

Lucius Malfoy.

Harry swallowed thickly as the Malfoy patriarch scowled at him. Most likely the man was here visiting his son. "Well, if it isn't Harry Potter." he sneered.

"H-hello, Mr. Malfoy." The young wizard choked out. It was hard to speak when they were just a breath's away from each other. Harry could practically smell Lucius' masculine scent, laced with some sort of expensive cologne, and it made his cock twitch. He also couldn't help but notice how fabulously dressed the man was. His entire outfit consisted entirely of the color black, save for the buttoned up tunic that had just a touch shade of crimson, topped by a vest. Pinned at the neckline was a dark jeweled brooch, and his velvet fur lined cloak flowed just an inch above his leather boots. The black color of his pants emphasized his long legs, and of course as always, he carried his traditional snake cane.

The blond rose a perfectly curved, thick eyebrow, and a slight grin creased his lips. "Nervous, Potter?" he mused.

Harry's mouth felt too dry to speak, but managed to croak out."N-no..."

Lucius lowered his face closer until their noses were almost touching, and a leather gloved hand grasped Harry's jaw almost roughly, making sure the boy couldn't look away. "Don't lie to me, Potter." he whispered in a silky hiss. His smoky grey eyes sharpened into a glower, it made Harry's insides tremble. "You can't fool anyone, especially me." The man's sweet, hot breath tickled the brunette's lips, causing his hard-on to grow. If Lucius got anymore closer, he would probably feel it.

It was that realization that returned Harry to his senses, and with whatever will he had left, he roughly pulled his jaw from the man's hold and took a step back. The memory of the man's clothed fingers touching his skin still remained, like a sweet burn. "I'm not...trying to fool anyone, Mr. Malfoy." he finally replied breathlessly, avoiding to look in the wizard's eyes again for fearing of being pulled in a second time.

Lucius scoffed. "So you say, Potter. Either way, I have more important things to do then waste my time conversing with the likes of an impermanent brat like you. Now out of my way, boy." He shoved Harry aside with a swap of his cane, and sauntered down the hall, platinum blond hair and cloak billowing behind him.

Harry watched him go, until his form disappeared behind a corner, and dishearteningly plopped his back against the wall, staring out through one of the windows toward the cloudless sky. Of all the people I had to fall for, it had to be this wretched bastard. But what hurt the most, was that the man even now still loathed the very sight of him. Nudging himself off the wall, Harry dragged himself to his next lesson before he was late.

"Harry, are you okay?" asked a concerned Hermione during lunch in the Great Hall.

"Yeah mate, did something happen?" continued Ron. Both of his friends had noticed he had been stirring his mashed potatoes and gravy for the past half hour, which now resembled a muddy soup.

Harry sighed to himself, dropping his fork onto the table, and leaned back onto his chair. "I bumped into Lucius Malfoy today." he mumbled lowly so none of the students around him could hear.

Both friends gasped. "What!?"

"Shhh!" He reprimanded with a glare.

"Sorry. When did this happen?" asked Hermione.

"Before Herbology class. I was walking down the hallway and accidentally crashed into him." He then explained the rest of what occurred between him and Lucius. "...and so he called me an impertinent brat and shoved me aside...with his cane." Harry sighed.

Ron slammed a fist on the table. "That slimy, evil, two faced snobby git! I wish I could just jinx him a million times and-and-and-"

"Ron." Harry interrupted with a slight smile. "I appreciate the thought, but I'd rather you didn't get into a fight with him. He was a death eater after all."

"That, and violence won't solve anything." added Hermione matter-of-factually.

Ron huffed. "Whatever. I can take 'em. I'll give him a-" he froze when Professor Snape walked past him, the sleeve of his robe lightly brushing the back of his red hair and his cheeks immediately tinted pink.

Both Hermione and Harry noticed, and grinned. "Ron..." began the young witch. "What was that?"

Ron swallowed, staring back at her anxiously, the color of his cheeks unchanged. "What was...what?"

"You're...blushing." pointed out Harry.

"I-I am not!"

"You so are."

"I said I'm not dammit!"

"Why are you so defensive then?"

Hermione's grin widened. "Is there something you should tell us Ron?"

The redhead glared. "No! There's nothing to tell!"

"Erm hmm. Seems to me Ron, that you have a sort of attraction to a certain potions master."

Ron's eyes grew wider, his entire face becoming even redder. "T-That's a bloody lie! I would never like that cree-" He snapped his mouth shut, surveying left and right, remembering they were surrounded by students.

The boy savior crossed his arms. "You hypocrite. Here you were complaining about me liking Lucius and yet you yourself have a thing for Snape."

Ron jumped up from his seat with an angry glower. "I SAID I DON'T LIKE HIM!"

The entire hall grew silent, all the students and teachers watching him...including a bored looking Snape. Ron swallowed thickly. "I...Igottago." He stepped over his seat and made a dash for it...then came back for a second snatching an apple and once again ran out of the dining hall, not daring to look anyone in the face. After a few minutes, the usual sound of students chattering and the clinking of plates returned.

"I think maybe we pushed him a little too far..." mumbled Harry with guilt.

Hermione nodded. "I agree...we'll have to talk to him in private later. It worked with you after all..."

"Yeah...I'm surprised though. I never thought Ron would be the type to like guys..."

"True. But on the other hand, he never seemed that interested in anyone...until now."

The discovery of Ron's secret crush brought the memory of his encounter with Lucius, and his spirits slightly dropped again. Harry pushed the thoughts away, and changed the topic with Hermione on lessons, trying to keep his mind off the man, which sort of worked, but in the back of his mind, Malfoy was still there.

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"Dammit! Why me?!" cried out Ron in the common room, kicking a red cushion that was left on the floor across the room. He groaned, hands sliding down his face. Of all people, it had to be that dungeon bat. Harry was right, he was a hypocrite, and as much as he hated to admit it, he did like Snape...alot. The redhead's hands dropped to his sides, and he dragged himself to the sofa, collapsing his bottom in the seat. The room was awful quiet and lonely, and part of him wished he didn't run out of the great hall where his friends were.

Unlike his male friend though, his secret attraction didn't began until after the war, when he learned that despite the fact that Snape was a death eater, he was actually on their side, and had fought alongside the others with impressive skill of magic. It made him realize that the man wasn't so bad after all, and that he had a heart, especially when Harry told him and Hermione what he had learned from the man's past. Of course, it was a promise between them to protect Snape's privacy and never to tell anyone about it without the professor's permission. It also made him discover his sexuality.

Another reason was as he slowly grew into a teenager, he began to notice how handsome and alluring the man actually was. The dark eyes that sucked you right in, blacker than night hair that contrasted nicely against his pale skin, black robes that suited him rather well and gave him a powerful presence, his intelligence, and of course his intimidating demeanor. But Ron knew that from Snape's cruel past, despite his cold attitude towards others, inside there was probably some slight vulnerability, and that the man had kindness in him.

And just like Harry's dilemma, Snape hated him, he thought with dismay. Most likely. He was a friend of the son of the man that had tormented Snape in his younger years as a Hogwarts student, and stole the girl he loved from him. Anyone who was a friend of Harry Potter was an enemy.

He was soon pulled from his thoughts when a familier voice called out to him, and he turned round his seat to see Hermione and Harry walking in, their faces ridden with guilt. "Hey guys." greeted Ron solemnly.

"We're sorry about what happened in the Great Hall." apologized Harry with a frown. "We didn't mean to pressure you or anything..."

"...Or embarrass you." added Hermione.

Ron grinned. He wasn't really upset about it to be honest, it was own fault for his outburst, and he knew they were just teasing. He waved his hand away in dismissal. "Ah don't worry about that, I know you two didn't mean anything by it. And it was my fault, I'm the one who overreacted like usual." His friends joined him as he slid back comfortably into the couch, and took the apple out of his pocket, taking a large bite. He relaxed as the sweet juice filled his mouth, and he felt a little lighter, especially now that his friends were here. "You're sh'right dough Harry. I am a hypocrite. 'Shorry bout that."

The brunette shook with head with a slight grin. "No need to apologize. I probably would of reacted the same way if I was in your shoes...maybe not as loudly though." All three teenagers laughed.

"Ron, if you want, we can talk about...you know...Snape...if not we understand." explained Hermione carefully.

The redhead blushed slightly, rubbing the back of his head. "Um...well..alright. Its only fair since we talked with Harry about...Malfoy." he grimaced at the name, and took a bite of his apple. "So...I guess its no use denyin' that I like the greasy git. And that I, er, prefer blokes."

"Nope." Harry agreed as Hermione smiled.

Ron sighed, and explained everything from how he felt since the wizarding war. Hermione nodded. "I think I understand. I heard he's popular with a lot of girls here."

Ron scoffed. "I'm pretty sure he doesn't like any of the attention, especially from me, famous Harry Potter's friend and a Weasley."

"Well, since you're in the same spot as me, at least we can sulk together." joked Harry, placing an arm on Ron's shoulder.

He rolled his eyes. "Bloody brilliant."

"Oh come now, cheer up you two." tutted Hermione, crossing her arms in disapproval. "Maybe they won't return your feelings, but there's plenty of other wizards you can go out with. Young, handsome men just waiting for the right person."

"Oh really Hermione? Like who hmm?" mocked Ron, tilting his head in a teasing manner.

"Speaking of which, do you have anyone like?" asked a smirking Harry.

Her eyes widened as her face changed to the same shade of Ron's apple, and bowed her head. "D-don't be silly, of course I don't...I...I have a lot of studying to do...and...and books to read..."

Ron and Harry glanced to one another and exchanged knowing grins. The redhead slid closer to the girl, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Heeermiiioooneee...its your turn to expose your secreeet~"

Her head snapped with a frightening glare that made Ron jump back in fright. "Don't be ridiculous Ron! Its not the same when you're girl! Girls aren't supposed to share their secrets with boys, its...its...improper!"

Harry blinked. "It is?"

She flushed. "Y...yes!" An awkward silence followed, until she stood up and added. "...I...I have to go study! Goodbye!" and with that she ran from the room.

Ron shook his head. "Females. Not to mention totally unfair. We exposed our crushes..."

Harry patted him on the back."We'll find out eventually. I think these type of things are more...sensitive for girls than it is for guys. Or something."

The redhead nodded, and glanced to his friend. "Well...thanks for listenin' and all...hey wanna play wizard's chess?"

"I don't know...you always win."

"I'll go easy on ya! And I'll teach ya some pointers!"

The Golden Boy shrugged. "Oh alright. Nothing better to do anyway."

"Great! I'll go get the chessboard and everything!" Ron jumped up excitedly and ran upstairs to the dormitory. A good chess game always took his mind off his problems.

A/n: Sorry for taking forever to update, I'll try not to take so long next time, but I can't promise. Also I want to thank so much to those who favorited and watched. I'm sorry if the story's a bit boring, I'll keep trying to improve it. I also edited the last chapter thanks to some tips from a friend. I have a few ideas for where the story is going, but most of it idk where I'm going. I'll try my best.