If He's Anything Like Me

By Ammie Hawk

Disclaimer: Don't own…

AN: So here's the Seventh Day of Christmas chapter. Enjoy.

AN2: Okay, so for this chapter, I did change a character to fit my needs for this fic, please forgive me for taking the artistic license with this one.

Chapter 5: Summer Interlude

Blaise Zabini made his way down the stairs of his father's vacation home in the Sanq Kingdom. His short blond hair mused as he had just finished his summer homework, something his father had insisted be done before their guests arrived that afternoon. Why he hadn't finished it earlier was a moot point, as they had been traveling a lot for his father's work. But they were Earthbound now and his aunts were visiting before he went back for his second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Blaise," his father's voice interrupted his thoughts, "Draco is on the phone." He handed him the cordless device. "Make it quick, your aunt and godmothers will be here soon."

"Got it, Dad," he grinned at the tall blond, before placing the phone to his ear and heading into the parlor. "Hey, Dray, what's going on?"

~Oh my god, Blaise, you'll never believe what happened,~ the other boy gave a groan of frustrated annoyance.

"I thought you were spending the next week with your godfathers, and nothing could go wrong?" the blond sighed at his friend's melodramatic ways. "You always look forward to these visits."

~I do,~ he could tell by his voice, Draco was pouting. ~That was until Harry Bloody Potter showed up.~

"Potter?" Blaise asked incredulously. "Why would he be at your godfathers'? Snape doesn't even like him."

~I don't know,~ the other Slytherin said exasperatedly. ~No one's told me anything since we left Diagon Alley. We aren't even at Spinner's End. We're at an estate in London, with four other guys and Potter. He's going to ruin my vacation, and next year, and I'm never going to be able to get away from him.~

"Draco, let me give you some advice, before I have to go," Blaise ran his free hand through his hair. "If you can't get along with him, ignore him, don't let him ruin your vacation. Anyway, I think I hear a car, I gotta go. See you at school."

Before Draco could say anything else, he hung up the phone. He then made his way out to the hallway, where his father was answering the door. It looked like their guests had arrived.

"Hello, Zechs," the woman at the door greeted his father. "Where's my godson?"

"It's good to see you too, Anne," pale blue eyes rolled in fond annoyance. "And he's right there," he pointed over his shoulder before turning to the other two women. "Noin, Sally, so glad you could make it."

"It's been too long, Zechs," the raven haired woman went over and gave him a hug.

"Blaise," the head of the Preventers made a beeline for the boy. "You look more like your father every time I see you. And not that one," she waved over her shoulder in Zechs' general direction.

"Thanks, Aunt Anne," he grinned, giving her hug. "I've missed you."

"Come," she wrapped her arm around his shoulder and began guiding him into the living room. "Now, tell me everything that's been going on for the past year, so I can start undoing everything your father has done."

"Don't listen to her, Zechs," Sally shook her head, as the boy's laughter faded into the other room. "He's a good boy, you've done well with him. Treize would've been proud."

"I know," the long haired blond smiled sadly. "Anyway, let's not linger in the hallway. Make yourself at home. Relena and her… entourage should be here soon."

"Oh, she's not already here? That's surprising," Noin linked her arm through his as they made their way to the living room.

The three of them entered the room as Lady Une burst out laughing at the anecdote Blaise had just finished telling her. The other two women went over and gave the boy a hug and kiss before taking up seats on the loveseat, leaving Zechs to take the armchair next to them. Blaise had just started into another story when the doorbell rang and the former Lightning Count got up to answer it.

He opened the door and smiled at the three people standing there.

"Milliardo," his obviously pregnant sister stepped forward and gave him a hug, "how've you been? How's Blaise?"

"We're both fine," he chuckled. "You, however, look like you need to get off your feet. Come on in, Noin and the others are already in the living room, I'm sure they're anxious to see you. How're you, Remus?" he addressed his brother-in-law.

"I'm good," the other man smiled tiredly. "Tired, but that's to be expected. Teddy just got over a cold," he shifted the sleeping toddler in his arms slightly, "and your sister is stubborn. I've had to cancel two trips to the colonies because she keeps planning them, even though she knows she can't do space travel in her condition."

"I seem to recall the same thing happening when she was pregnant with Teddy," the blond chuckled, leading them through to the living room. "Only at the time, you were still too new at this and Noin and I were the ones picking up the slack. She never slows down, nor will she ever, but that's one of the reasons you married her."

"Oh, would you two stop it?" the Vice Foreign Minister swatted her brother's arm playfully. "I'm pregnant, not dying. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

"Um-hm," both men nodded in unison, the skepticism clear in their tone.

A pout formed on her pretty face as they entered the living room. Blaise got up immediately and went over to hug his aunt and uncle. The others exchanged greetings and pleasantries, as the couple made themselves at home on the second couch.

"So Anne," Relena asked, once they were all comfortable, "who did you leave in charge with the three of you gone? Was it Heero? Or one of the others?"

"Actually, Agent Stone is in charge while we're gone," Une shook her head. "He's capable, but I did leave my number with him just in case of emergency. Unfortunately, none of the former Gundam pilots work for me anymore."

"What?!" the siblings asked in unison.

"When did this happen? And why?" the former OZ lieutenant's brow furrowed. "I thought they enjoyed protecting the world."

"They did, and probably would still come if I need them," she smirked. "But they, like you, decided that family was more important, and decided to take some time to get to know their son."

"Their son?" Relena shook her head. "Heero hasn't said anything to me about he and Quatre having a son."

"And I haven't heard anything about Wufei being pregnant," Zechs continued.

"And what makes you think Trowa couldn't…(1) I'm going to stop there," Une chuckled. "No, this was a case from the FRA. Apparently, a little over twelve years ago, in a rare magical occurrence I'm told, Duo gave birth to the son of all five of them."

"How is that even possible?" Remus frowned. "I've never heard of a magical instance when that would be even conceivable, let alone possible."

"According to his husband, Duo is a rare magical creature called an…" she snapped her fingers trying to remember.

"Amortentus," Sally supplied.

"Wait," the werewolf held up his hand. "Amortentus are a myth. The last time anyone even heard a rumor of one was over a thousand years ago."

"Apparently, they just went into hiding," the head of the Preventers shrugged, "because that is what Duo is claiming to be and he doesn't tell a lie, just ask him. But DNA evidence proves that the boy is the biological son of all five of them. So all of them subsequently quit. Two of them got jobs at Hogwarts though, so all of them could be there to spend time with him."

"They're going to be at Hogwarts?" Blaise cut in. "That means I might know their son, unless he's a first year."

"He's not a first year," Une smiled. "And I'm sure you've heard of him if nothing else. All of you have. Their son is Harry Potter."

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Harry Potter slipped quietly into the library, the one room in the massive house he felt safe, besides his bedroom, but as he had already spent quite a lot of time in there he felt like a change of scenery. Since he had arrived at the estate, his life hadn't exactly been ideal, but at least it was better than the Dursleys. However, things had changed drastically since their trip to Diagon Alley and Draco Malfoy had come to stay. The blond Slytherin had been around every corner, and he couldn't get away from him. And if it wasn't Malfoy, it was Snape or his husband. He wanted to scream, if it wouldn't bring the entire house down upon him.

He heard the door creak open behind him and quickly darted behind the nearest shelf, hoping his sanctuary wasn't being invaded. Ever so quietly, he peeked around the shelf and barely managed to suppress a gasp. There, standing in the doorway with his eyes closed and his hand clutching his chest, was Quatre. Probably the one other person in the house he didn't want to find him.

"Harry," the blond sighed, but did not move, "come here please."

The young wizard sighed but shuffled out of his hiding place. He looked at his feet, refusing to look at the man standing before him.

"What's wrong, Harry?" the former Sandrock pilot knelt down and placed his hand on the boy's shoulder.

Harry desperately wanted to lean into the touch, but used everything inside him to deny the action.

"Nothing," he finally answered, taking a shuddering breath.

Quatre took a deep breath before lifting his son's chin so he was actually looking at him, "Look, Harry, I know things have been hectic since you've gotten here and we haven't really set up any ground rules. But I'm going to make one now and I expect it to be followed. Am I understood?" At the slight nod he continued, "I want you not to lie to us." He held up his finger to the boy's lips to silence his protests, "I'm not asking you to tell us everything, but if you don't want to talk about something, you tell us you don't want to talk about it, and we will respect that until you are ready to talk about it. However, you're going to tell me what's wrong, and you don't get to tell me you don't want to talk about it because you lied in the first place."

"But…"

"No buts," Quatre shook his head. "I do not tolerate lying and as your punishment, you will be forced to tell the truth. Now, what's wrong?"

"I don't want to be around them," he muttered quietly, looking back at the ground.

"Who don't you want to be around?" the blond frowned. "Because from the way you've been hiding it seems you don't want to be around any of us."

"No," he shook his head. "It's just that anytime I go anywhere, they're there. Malfoy, Snape, and, and…"

"Duo," Quatre supplied.

"Yeah," he peeked at the blond but quickly averted his gaze again. "And I don't want to be a bother to anyone else."

"I see," the former Sandrock pilot nodded, pushing to his feet and taking the chibi's hand. "Come along, I think we need to have a little talk with the others."

"But, but," Harry protested, but didn't try to pull his hand away.

"No, it's high time this conversation happened," Quatre gave him a brief smile, as he pulled out his cell phone and sent a text to the others.

The pair arrived in the living room and found the rest of the household already gathered. Duo, Snape, and Malfoy occupied one couch, the evidence of their previous activities scattered around them; Wufei and Trowa were across from them on the other couch, both looking expectantly at the blond; while Heero took up residence in one of the armchairs. Quatre urged the boy forward into the room and into a seat.

"Alright," the blond made his way to the middle of the room once Harry had taken a seat in one of the free armchairs, though Duo was trying to coax him to sit with him. "A few things have come to my attention that need to be addressed. First of all, has to do with you three," he turned to the trio on the couch. "You three need to remember that you are guests in this house, and it is Harry's home. If you two specifically, Mr. Snape and Mr. Malfoy, cannot get over your grievances toward Harry, whatever they may be I don't care, you can show yourself the door. I believe I warned you once, Mr. Snape, consider this your final warning. I will not tolerate anymore of this."

"Look, Quat," Duo cut in, "I get that you're upset, but neither Dray nor Sev has done anything since your last warning, but be here. I'm not saying that some things don't need to change but ya can't lay the blame where it don't belong."

"Let me rephrase," aqua eyes hardened. "They may not have done anything outwardly antagonistic toward him, but if he possesses even a fraction of my ability then he can feel the resentment, animosity, and almost downright hatred pouring off those two when he even enters a room. And unless something changes, they will not be welcome in the future."

"Very well," Snape interjected before Duo could protest further. "I will do a better job of keeping my emotions in check, I failed to consider there was an empath in the mix, and that would also affect the boy."

"Sev?" Duo gave him a confused look.

"We'll talk about it later," the Potions Master took his husband's hand. "For now, I will do better to make Pot—Harry feel more welcome."

"Good," Quatre nodded. "Now, I think there are a few more things we need to discuss, however, Harry, Draco, you two may go."

The two boys nodded and made their way into the hallway. They were just about to the stairs when Draco launched himself at Harry and put him in a headlock.

"This is all your fault, Potter," he sneered. "I was supposed to have a great summer with my godfathers, and because of you, I'm getting threatened to be sent home!"

The raven haired boy whimpered slightly and tried in vain to wriggle free. Draco's grip on him tightened and he went limp. Struggling just didn't seem important or necessary, though he couldn't explain why.

"What? Nothing to say for yourself?" the blond scoffed. "The great Harry Potter can't—What are you doing?!"

Harry wasn't even sure himself. Of its own volition his head began nuzzling into the Slytherin's side. His mind was telling him to stop, screaming it actually, but his body seemed to be beyond his control.

"What the hell?" Draco dropped his hold and shoved Harry away from him. "Were you just… That's just… What is wrong with you? Wait…"

Harry had stumbled slightly when he was released, but regained his balance quickly. However, instead of running in shame for what he'd just done, he stood there, staring in shock at his rival, not sure what to do.

"Come on," the blond sighed and grabbed his arm, dragging him into the nearest room.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Harry asked, sure that he was going to get beat us, just like Dudley used to.

"Let me get this straight," the Slytherin said once the door was closed behind them, running his hands through his hair, "you're like Uncle Duo, aren't you?"

"I-I don't know what you mean," the bespectacled boy shook his head.

"They did tell you what he is, didn't they?" the pointed features contorted into a frown.

"He's an Amortentus, or something," he shook his head. "Not that I know what that means really, they tried to explain it, but it was really confusing."

"I see," Draco nodded.

Before another word could be spoken, the Slytherin stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the other's shoulders. Harry knew he should push him away, wanted to, but once again his body seemed to betray him, as his own arms rose and encircled the blond.

"D—St—Let me—" he couldn't seem to even form a complete thought.

"You can be such an idiot," Draco shook his head. "You're an Amortentus, too, and if I learned nothing else from Uncle Duo, Amortentus crave physical contact. Need it, actually, to survive. Why is this happening to me? Why couldn't Granger and Weasley have been here instead?" he let out a heavy sigh. "Fine. I'll make you a deal, Potter."

"What kind of deal?" he involuntarily gave the blond a squeeze.

"Shut up and listen," the Slytherin snapped, but not harshly. "For the rest of the summer, I'll help you with this problem, but when school starts back up, you find someone else to be your cuddle buddy."

"Cuddle buddy?" Harry asked incredulously.

"That's what Uncle Duo calls it," Draco shrugged. "Anyway, we may as well get comfortable. Why don't you grab a book or something?"

"O-okay," the Gryffindor agreed uneasily.

"Would you agree with anything I said right now?" the blond asked, barely suppressing a laugh.

"N-no," Harry tried not to blush.

"You—you would!" Draco couldn't control it any longer and burst into gales of laughter. "Are you so starved for affection, that one little hug would make you practically someone's slave? You are, aren't you? What did those people treat you like?"

"It wasn't so bad," Harry shrugged. "And they didn't know."

"That's the lamest excuse I've ever heard," Draco shook his head. "Okay, I've got a better idea. Why don't we go sit down and we'll talk? You can tell me about life with the Muggles, and hell, I'll even tell you some about my life and family."

(1. I, personally, don't see Trowa as a sub at all, so I have Zechs and Une reflecting my opinion on this matter.)

Ammie: Okay, so there it is. Please don't kill me for what may or may not have transpired here... Anyway, please let me know what you think.