The long awaited Ch. 7!
This one is twice as long as normal, but there is a lot of imagery I had to explain. Also, we take a look at Harry and Draco's pasts and their journeys into teenage perversion!
What hilarious antics will P.E. have in store for the boys today?
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The room in which health class for the boys was held was in a far, practically desolate corner of Hogwarts castle. The room hadn't been used in years and was more of a broom closet than an actual classroom. Of course it had been enchanted to be much bigger inside than it looked. It was now large enough to hold all of the boys in the entire school, but just barely. It was a snug fit.
The room was vaguely reminiscent of the Divination room, minus the teacups and incense. Millions of tiny, white candles were lit all around the room and a small cluster of them drifted around the center of the room, slightly skimming the ceiling. Soft, red velvet lined the walls and curtains in rich colors with gold trim were hanging asymmetrically all around even though the room was windowless. Pillows were strewn everywhere and, as the students would soon find out, they were to be used as chairs.
Stranger still were the desks. They looked like a normal two-seater writing desk: two separate compartments under the wooden flaps, inkwells, pencil trays, etcetera. But the legs were a great deal shorter. Because the students would be sitting on the floor, the legs were shrunk enough so that their knees could fit underneath the desks comfortably if they were crossed.
Each desk was only about a foot away from another in all direction. They were arranged in a U shaped formation, with Headmaster Dumbledore's large teacher's desk in the front in the center of the U. His desk's legs were also shortened, mimicking the students' desks.
There were many different levels in the room, like one might find in a muggle college's classroom. After about the first dozen curves of desks, the next curve was up on a ledge, then the next was on a higher ledge, and so on. This not only maximized space, but it also allowed everyone to view the entire room with ease.
As Harry and Draco entered they saw that every desk but one had been taken. It was on the ground level about four curves back. Draco cursed his lack of luck as he looked around frantically for an empty seat, just in case there happened to be one.
"Ah, boys!" Dumbledore said with a smile as he waved at them from his desk, "So good of you to join us. Please sit down. Keep in mind that you are allowed to sit wherever you like. The only exception is that you must stay with your partners." Draco's face visibly fell.
'So I'm doomed no matter what,' Draco thought. With a few incoherent mumbles he walked briskly over to the empty desk's left side and dropped his messenger bag down roughly. While he was busy getting situated on his pillow, Harry approached at a leisurely pace, saying hello to some of his friends and convincing them that he was no longer sick. Several students even apologized that he had to be partners with that 'nasty git'. Draco listened angrily while he fiddled with the fringe on his pillow. Upon reaching the desk, Potter took his seat on the right, gracefully and relaxed in comparison to the fidgety and irritated Draco.
Their knees banged together and overlapped, accentuating the lack of space underneath the desk.
"Move your damn knee, Potter!" Draco whispered agitatedly.
"No room," Harry sighed, almost wistfully.
Draco wouldn't take that lying down. He shifted around, trying to find a comfortable position that preferably did not involve touching Potter. He paused on a position that seemed to work. He kept one leg bent but had his inside leg straight out. Even when Potter had his legs folded, they still weren't touching. Draco allowed himself a small smile at his success, but it immediately fell from his face.
Without any warning, Potter shifted into Draco's mirror image, and now their inside legs were pressed flush against each other.
"Scoot over Potter!" Draco hissed furiously.
"No," Harry whispered back simply.
"What do you mean 'no'!? Move over!" Draco said, turning his head to glare directly at Potter.
"It's more comfortable this way." Harry said as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"I don't care what the bloody hell you think is comfortable! Shove off!" Draco started to shift, trying to find some personal space, but suddenly Potter leaned close and nudged Draco so he would look at him.
"I don't think you're hearing me, Malfoy," he said with a crooked grin, "I order you to stay that way. Understand?" Draco saw the wicked way Potter's lips curled and knew that he was bringing up their 'deal'. Draco didn't think Potter would start to take advantage of it so soon.
"But… why?" Draco whined, allowing some despair to seep into his expression.
"Because it bothers you," Harry said with a cheerful smile that disagreed with his evil tone. Draco wanted to argue more but suddenly a textbook sailed over to him and plopped gently on the desk.
"Now if all of you will turn to the first page, we will begin with our reading," Dumbledore said with an easy smile. "Who would like to go first?"
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From Tuesday to Thursday that was all the boys' health class did. They read out loud to the class, all twenty something chapters, taking turns for each page. They covered it all.
From The Introduction to Your Body to The Changes of Puberty. Then after everyone had finished laughing at the pictures and terminology and tastelessly worded sentences, they moved on to chapters like The Food Pyramid, Nutrition, Portion Sizes, Safe Stretches, Exercises, Warm Ups and Cool Downs, Injuries, Pathogens,and Dangerous Addictions.
After the basics of general health they moved onto things like Emotional Stability, Mental Illnesses, Endorphins, and Resolving Conflicts: Personal and with Others. And of course, the ever popular Sexual Safety, STDs, Legal Consent, Protection, Your Body May Be Ready but Are You, and Getting in Touch with Your Emotions.
At least there were things to laugh at, Draco thought at one point; otherwise everyone would have fallen asleep long ago. He had no idea how they had covered so many chapters in such little time. The period was only an hour long after all. Each day when they were released for dinner, Draco double-checked his watch and the clocks around him but low and behold, only an hour had passed. It still felt like five hours to Draco.
Although Draco didn't know about things like Time Turners, Harry had a suspicion that something similar was at play. Besides, it wouldn't be very hard for Dumbledore to get permission for such a thing. To Harry the location of the classroom also made perfect sense. It was remote and secluded. Wouldn't want to run into yourself on a trip to the lavatory.
Even though Harry understood this mystery, it didn't make the classes any less boring. Harry had gone to a muggle school before and had snuck peeks at textbooks just like these (he hadn't been old enough for such classes at the time). It was all old news for him. He found ways to pass the time, though. He was becoming quite fond of watching Draco frown and make faces at all of the new things he was learning.
Harry had naturally assumed that wizards at least got the 'birds and the bees' talk, but judging by Draco's expressions that wasn't so. Maybe they only learned from the lewd comments of an older sibling or the drunken stories of a less than respectable family member. Some of it was human nature, though. Even if this sort of thing wasn't extensively covered in the wizarding world, people seemed to be getting along just fine without it. And the muggles did give a very thorough (almost disgustingly so) explanation of the proverbial ins and outs of all the body's functions; this was something all of the young wizards of non-muggle descent weren't used to. It made sense to muggles who had to rely on science to stay healthy and safe, but wizards and witches had no such use for such detailed information.
Harry remembered that he had been just as shocked as everyone else when he first glimpsed the copy of Puberty and You that had been sitting innocently in a lost and found box (Harry's things were frequently stolen and usually ended up there). That had been years ago though, and watching everyone else struggle gave him a source of entertainment as well as a sense of seniority.
Harry thought that it was equally amusing to see the little first years become slightly squeamish at the contents in the books. The best part was that Dumbledore seemed not to notice. He passed out bathroom passes without a second thought when the younger students asked to 'get a drink'. They probably just wanted to be as far away from the lectures as possible.
Of course, Harry noticed that Draco was equally queasy at certain parts of the reading. He seemed to be very troubled by the diseases, both common and rare. One day Draco had actually turned to Harry and asked, 'Merlin! Does all of this actually happen to people?' Harry raised an eyebrow and replied with a yes, that it was just part of life. Malfoy looked even more uneasy and said, 'I've never heard of any of this happening to anyone I know. Dragon Pox is similar to a few of these muggle diseases, but some of this is just ghastly!' Then Draco would point to the cancers and STDs.
Harry did have to admit, he had never heard of anyone dying of leukemia or something in the wizarding community. Perhaps, he wondered, the magic they possessed naturally protected them from muggle diseases. Maybe witches and wizards had a sort of immunity to simpler sicknesses. Not that cancer or AIDS was simple, but all wizarding ailments seemed to be extreme, and although painful, they usually killed their victims swiftly.
Muggle diseases more often than not involved a long, agonizing, and eventually futile struggle. This seemed to strike an unexpected cord with Draco.
'These things seem worse than curses,' Draco had muttered, almost to himself, 'At least with curses you can choose to end it quickly if you want.' At this, Harry felt slightly amazed, although he didn't show it. He definitely hadn't expected Draco to have a merciful side to him. Harry thought that maybe this class wasn't so bad after all.
Draco however, was completely fed up with the class. Although, it was true that he didn't have to worry about being humiliated by displays of strength that were asked of him. And reading out loud, although embarrassing at times, was safe and required little effort. Draco appreciated that.
He never realized how lazy he really was until he had to do something without any choice in the matter (even though the exercise portion of P.E. had only lasted a day so far). Draco decided that he would take boring (although somewhat disturbing) reading over killing himself outside any day.
But of course, the grass isn't always greener on the other side.
The close proximity of Potter seemed to grow more maddening each day. The constant shifting of Potter's leg against his only served to remind Draco of that day in the infirmary. And Draco obviously couldn't change to a less intimate position. Potter wouldn't allow it. He wanted to be sure that Draco would be suffering from constant mortification as long as they were in the same vicinity.
Potter had also grown accustomed to fleeting touches while he 'scratched' his leg underneath the desk. Draco jumped and hit his knee loudly on the underside of the desk each time. Weasley was always close by to glare at him whenever that occurred.
But worst of all, Draco thought, were the words that escaped Potter's lips. Potter had grown fond of jabbing at Draco's diminishing pride and confidence. He no longer called Draco by name if they were within whispering distance. He preferred 'slave' now, and in return Draco was ordered to call Potter 'master' at least once whenever they saw each other.
Merlin knows, Draco couldn't explain to his friends why he had to walk over to Potter at each meal and in the hallways to 'discuss something private'. Draco tried to pass it off as just their partnership in health class, but it was still very suspicious, nonetheless.
If that hadn't been enough, the constant embarrassing greetings were gnawing at Draco's psyche. Potter would recite them as easily as if he were breathing and as joyously as if he were singing. Potter's favorite of which being: 'Is that a wand in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?'
'Well obviously,' Draco had said at the time, 'It's a wand because I'm never happy to see you!!!' At this point, Harry would bring up the whole hospital wing episode and Draco would fall reluctantly silent.
This was the extent of the excitement in Draco's life. His grades in other classes were starting to dip because he barely got any sleep anymore. He would lie awake wondering what Potter would possibly do next. Draco had a feeling that he had barely begun to flex his newfound control. Because really, he could be doing much worse.
Sitting in Potter's favorite position, although irritating to Draco, wasn't awful. There were times when a cold chill would seep through the rug from the stone floor. While others shivered, Harry and Draco were practically cozy. And the whole 'slave and master' thing, although humiliating, only lasted for brief moments. The prideful look in Potter's eyes when Draco submitted did bother him to no end, but it wasn't the worst. At least he hadn't been asked to run errands for Potter naked or carry his books to his classes for him or something. The almost childlike tormenting in Potter's requests only led Draco to believe that he had hardly hit the tip of the iceberg.
That was what kept Draco up at night. The what ifs and maybe somedays. The anticipating, the waiting was what was killing Draco.
But despite the constant fear he lived with, Draco's life had started to fall into a rhythm. Things had become more predictable and that gave Draco reason to relax.
That is, until Friday rolled around.
"We hope that you are now well armed in the fight against physical deterioration, mental suffering, and emotional distress. Please remember to use your bodies and minds wisely," Neville concluded the last page with a sigh of relief that rippled throughout the room. High fives and cheers were traded all around; everyone was thankful to be finished with that awful textbook.
"Well," Dumbledore said, interrupting the celebration, "That was certainly… informational. Hopefully now we can avoid any injury that comes our way. Hmm… but we still have the rest of the class period left." While Dumbledore contemplated, a thick silence flooded the room. Everyone thought that they were in the clear as far as schoolwork went. Apparently they were wrong.
"I do believe I have another book here," Dumbledore said as he turned towards his bookshelf. A chorus of groans echoed around the room. Before any rude comments could be shared Dumbledore chimed in, "It is a strictly recreational read, not another textbook." At this the students quieted. They seemed willing to listen as long as they didn't have to try to absorb any real information.
"Ah. Here it is," Dumbledore said in a pleasant tone. With a bit of wandless magic he called the book down to him. Sighs of relief once again hissed throughout the room. The book appeared to be very short. More of a pamphlet, really. Draco thought that the pure black cover was odd but wasn't going to be the one to question it.
"I only have one copy, so it will have to be passed around. I believe it's your turn to read, Aleck," Dumbledore said as he sent the book whizzing over to the young Ravenclaw sitting next to Neville. "Start with the title if you please." The young Ravenclaw boy turned the book over in his hands and read the wispy, gold leaf lettering.
"The Search for… a Magic Wand?" Aleck read aloud as if it were a question. He glanced around. Dumbledore gave him a smile and Neville nodded in support. The boy flipped to the first page nervously, his small hands shaking. He took a deep breath, although it did little to calm him, and began.
"M-Margery Abbott was a very beautiful and w-well bred English girl. Her golden blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes attracted the attention of many. Men would crowd around the garden walls just to glimpse her as well as listen to her honey-sweet singing voice.
"Ever since she was a little girl she lived in her family's mansions and summered in many e-exotic places. She enjoyed every fine… um, finery life had to offer and was well learned by the time she b-blossomed into a young woman. Because of her beauty and status she was often invited to parties and balls even though she was barely thirteen when she received her first invitation.
"Older men would give her expensive gifts of silk dresses and fine wines and gold jewelry, hoping to curry favor with her family. Perhaps to even toss their hats into the ring if the subject of a suitor for her was ever brought up. She had everything a girl could wish for…
"B-but she wasn't happy. In truth, she hated her way of life more than anyone suspected. She always felt like it lacked something. It was all too ci… er, civilized and polite for her. She felt trapped in her world and body. She would rather be a poor peasant girl with choice rather than a rich girl without freedom. Margery would often watch the poor children her age from her window, with a terrible ache in her chest, wishing to be wild like them. She even began to run errands into town just to observe more closely.
"On one of those trips to the market, when she was at the tender age of seventeen, she saw something that would change her life forever.
"It was a sunny afternoon and Margery had to deviate from her normal route because of some construction on the road. She began to weave through several alleyways until something made her come to an abrupt stop. She immediately ducked behind a barrel out of embarrassment, but curiosity made her watch. Yards away, content in their own little world, a street urchin couple was engaging in the most… p-p-passionate k-kiss Margery had ever seen."
Before this point in the story, the boys had begun to pass notes or carry on written conversations with their partners in a notebook. Some even tried to nap sitting up. They all assumed that it was just another boring girly romance novel of some sort. But at the words 'passionate kiss' everyone sat up in their seats a little. Thank goodness though, for poor stuttering Aleck, the book was passed on to another reader.
"She watched the two with large, inquisitive eyes. As she saw their arms and legs intertwine, she felt strange. A different ache started to consume her. She could almost picture herself there, being devoured by that untamed man and his animalistic fervor. She felt a shiver pass through her.
"This kiss was so different from the chaste, passionless ones her friends and family members exchanged. It seemed like a polite ritual in her household. But watching this display of raw passion made Margery's heart race. It looked as though the two were on fire and were trying desperately to douse it by suffocating the flames between their bodies.
"Suddenly, the man picked up the woman by snaking his rough, tan hands underneath her thighs and pushed her roughly into the wall. Margery heard a quiet squeak escape her as the woman began to move her short, rag dress up her body and unbuckle the man's worn, old pants."
If the boys hadn't been awake before, they certainly were now. They all leaned forward tensely, staring wide eyed at the reader, not daring to speak, not wanting to give Dumbledore a reason to take the book back.
Draco's mouth was hanging open in shock.
'Why the bloody hell are we reading this!' Draco thought with embarrassment. He didn't think it possible that this class could become any more abnormal. But now they were reading an erotic romance novel, for Merlin's sake! From what appeared to be Dumbledore's private collection! Draco knew exactly what it was from the moment he had heard the first few paragraphs about Margery.
A few years ago Draco had stumbled onto his mother's collection of 'romantica', as it was commonly called, and his life was never the same again. It had been hard to look his mother in the face after he had snitched a few books to read in the late hours of the night, but eventually the guilty pleasure won out over the respect for his family's personal items. Thankfully no one had ever caught him in the act of stealing and or reading the books.
Being the 'respectable' and 'refined' family the Malfoys were, things like regular porn were never to be brought within ten feet of the property. Lucious Malfoy would constantly remind Draco of this. Ever since he had turned thirteen Draco always got that talk from his father before bed.
'Remember that we have a meeting to attend tomorrow, Draco. So play quietly, eat the food the house elves prepare for you, don't break anything, and for God's sake don't bring any dirty magazines home!' Draco hadn't even known what a dirty magazine was let alone why he wasn't allowed to have one. The forbidden element didn't make him any less curious either. Draco had never been told he couldn't have something before. He decided, after a while, to find out just what a dirty magazine was and what it had in it that was so bad.
And so Draco's journey into teenage perversion began. Because he didn't have many friends and lived such a secluded lifestyle, his family and the pure bloods that visited were the only people he had any extended contact with. Draco knew he couldn't ask them. His curiosity would probably travel by word of mouth to his father's ears and nothing good could come from that. With no other options, Draco began to venture out into the wizarding community, trying to learn as much as he could.
On days when he was alone at the house, he would bribe the house elves to keep quiet with trinkets that they could take when he left them in certain places. That way he wouldn't really be giving them anything, and they wouldn't be set free.
The first few times he had ventured into Nocturne Alley, the seediest place he knew of, were very nerve racking for little Draco. One might have thought it funny if they had been watching. A thirteen-year-old boy in a black, hooded cloak wandering around in the shadows, trying to act tough but jumping at small noises, asking adults (in what he had hoped sounded like a mature voice) if they had any dirty magazines.
Most would just laugh and walk away, but eventually one of them found it amusing and decided to help. He led Draco to a small shop with blacked out windows in the heart of Nocturne Alley. It was there that Draco discovered the wondrous inventions of Witch Vixens Monthly, Play Wizard, and even a few American muggle rags like Hustler and Girls Gone Wild.
Draco memorized the directions to the shop and returned there about once every few weeks for a new issue.
Even though his parents had some sort of aversion to such things, Draco didn't think it wrong. Whenever he stopped by the shopkeeper would always say he'd never met a boy with such a 'healthy appetite'. Draco felt slightly proud whenever he said that. That's what he started to believe, that he was just a normal, healthy, teenage boy. Besides, it felt exhilarating to disobey his father's wishes.
But one day, while Draco had been exiting the store, he almost ran right into his father. Draco was thankful that he had a hooded cloak while he ran for his life to the nearest fireplace and handful of floo powder. After that, Draco decided that it was too dangerous to ever return there again. He immediately burned everything he had ever bought and even went as far as to bury the ashes.
Draco thought that that would be the end of his private satisfactions. One day, though, while he was moping around inside his big empty house, he heard a commotion in his parent's room. He dashed up the stairs and found two of the house elves buried underneath a pile of books. While they had been trying to clean the closet, they had pulled on a wrinkled sheet on the top shelf and consequentially unearthed a cornucopia of hidden romantica.
Draco helped them restack the books for fear of his parents blaming him. As he shelved the books one by one, the covers and summaries began to catch his eye. When the books were finally back in their place, the house elves thanked their young master and scurried off to do more chores. When Draco was left alone with the books, he couldn't help but to peek at just one. A single chapter led to another until he had finished the book and before he knew it, he was addicted.
In truth, Draco preferred the change of pace. The magazines he bought were straight to the point with no bells and whistles, but the novels had substance and plots and character development, even though they lacked pictures. Draco found he could easily relate to the characters, although they were women, because he had always felt stifled by his family. He felt as if he too were stuck in a purgatory of boring and unsatisfying routine. He wished that he had the strength to break free of it like the women in the stories.
Draco knew his set of problems was vastly different, but he still liked to read the stories. They helped him escape, if only for a moment.
'But still!' Draco fumed, snapping out of his memories, 'reading this in a school! Isn't there a rule against this somewhere?' Draco glanced around and could practically read the minds of every boy in the room. They couldn't care less if it was allowed or not. Draco decided to sit quietly and listen rather than risk being murdered by speaking up.
"Margery watched excitedly still, not wanting to take her eyes off the two. This was the first time she had witnessed the mystery of what was beneath a man's trousers. She had received a brief explanation of it during her schooling, but it hadn't sounded nearly as appealing as the scene before her was.
"With a mix of curiosity and fascination, Margery watched as the dark haired, masculine young man thrust into the woman. Judging by the looks on their faces, they seemed to be loosing their minds. Feral noises escaped their lips as he pressed her roughly into the wall, calling out each other's names and letting loose curses that would make a sailor blush."
The reader paused at this point to look up at Dumbledore, seeking some sort of shocked expression on his face. But to the student's surprise, he was fast asleep on his desk.
"He's asleep," the boy said in a somewhat breathless voice. Everyone looked up to see that he was right. There was a long moment of silence before anyone spoke up.
"Well… the period isn't over yet," someone pointed out hesitantly.
"He did tell us to read this."
"It isn't half bad really."
"Better than a textbook."
"True."
"Yeah, could be a lot worse."
"Fine, but we still have to take turns," the current reader interrupted, a blush painting his cheeks.
Mumbles of agreement resonate through the crowd of boys.
"Are you serious!" Draco snapped suddenly, drawing all eyes to him. "We finally get the chance to sneak out of this class and you're going to blow it to read this?!"
Draco didn't really think the book was bad so far. In fact, he wanted to find out the ending. But if things kept going this way he was certain it wouldn't end well. Draco was already fairly… stimulated. He did not want to give more embarrassing ammo to Potter if he could help it.
"If you aren't man enough to stay, you can always leave, Malfoy," Ron chided with a smirk. Draco turned to glare at him but for once, Ron's leer was much more intense. Of all the people to say something, Draco thought it was strange to hear Weasley speak up for a heterosexual romance, what with his obvious feelings for Potter. Then again, he would probably use any excuse just to ridicule Draco.
"Yeah, Malfoy. No one's keeping you here," Seamus chimed in. Rude remarks circulated and several students even threw things at Draco. He slumped down in defeat.
"So it's agreed," Harry suddenly said, loudly enough for all to hear. Draco jumped because Potter had been relatively silent the whole period. "You can leave at any time, but if you are inclined to stay, that's fine too." Everyone nodded in agreement and the previous reader passed the story on.
Several first and second years jumped up and ran out instantly. A few older students left as well blaming it on hunger, homework, girlfriends, or just plain boredom. A good chunk of the boys remained, however, unable to resist the challenge of staying.
The reading continued. Even though some of the readers stumble across words and others were too quiet or didn't emphasize the right parts of the sentences, the story was still interesting.
After seeing what she did, Margery rushed home and vowed that she would have the same experiences for herself. But for the following year all she had were her memories and imagination. She had all but given up hope.
But during a party her family was holding, a young solider was invited. He had risen from a mere private to war hero with an amazing act of courage. He had saved his entire squad from death with a cunning escape and then led a raid on the enemies. Margery had immediately noticed his looks and was attracted. And he was closer to her age than any of the other guests. She struck up a conversation with him later in the night and poured him a lot of wine, just to loosen him up.
When the night was almost over, Margery's parents asked her to escort the solider to the door. She agreed with a smile but as soon as they disappeared up the stairs she told the man that he had to take a look at the garden before he left. After some polite chatter, Margery began to take advantage of the soldier's intoxicated state. One thing led to another and suddenly they were kissing. Although it was sloppy, it was just what Margery wanted. She could feel the man's arousal push against her thin dress and it drove her over the edge.
Now, Draco knew that most romantica catered more to women's emotional views of sex rather just the physical like with porn. But this story in particular was so raw and Margery seemed to like it rough. That explained why many of the boys left suddenly to 'take care of something'. After Margery's encounter with the solider, the boys began to drop like flies.
But not Draco. Not only would Harry probably torment him about it later if he left early, but Draco had a fair bit of experience with erotic romance books. He wouldn't be turned on so easily when they were barely half way through the book. He felt quite proud of himself.
A few sex scenes later when even Weasley left, Draco turned to shoot Potter a smug look as if to say 'bring it on'. When he did meet Potter's gaze though, he was a bit taken aback by the look in those green eyes. They were dark and intense. Like a predator. Draco quickly looked away, but a blush still spanned from ear to ear nonetheless. He tried to concentrate on the story again.
At this point, Margery had done it with several influential, handsome men and had her choice of husbands to pick from. But none of that interested her. It seemed that the more sex she had, the less satisfying it was becoming. None of the men were completely up to her standards. Her parents (who knew nothing of their daughter's dark side) laid down the law, though. They said she must eventually choose one.
Margery decided to lie and say that leaving her family and starting the journey of marriage with a man frightened her. She requested one last family vacation to their seaside villa in New York. Her parents graciously obliged, thinking that they had successfully convinced her.
During the stay in America, Margery found herself right at home. The streets and people were wilder and less tightly wound there. Especially the women. Margery's first encounter with a nightclub was exhilarating and she couldn't get enough of it. She loved it all. The short dresses, the low cut collars, the fruity drinks, the lights, the atmosphere, and the men were to die for. There were no awkward courting rituals like back at home. If you saw someone you liked you began to dance with them, and if you wanted more you simply said so.
Margery thought that certainly she would find satisfaction in places so electric and alive with sexual tension. But oddly enough, she did not. She was having fun, and the new environment excited her, but she did not fall head over heels in love with any of the men with from the clubs that she spent the night.
Her and the one she would eventually fall for (Draco knew from the first time he was introduced as a character) met when he biked by her while she was tending to the flowers. He had a dark and rich beauty that she was immediately drawn to. Coffee bean skin and silky black hair, cut short to accentuate his neck. He had a lean figure and appeared to be very active. Eventually Margery offered him a drink after she realized he rode his bike by their villa regularly. They introduced themselves and she found out that his name was Porter Shultz.
The two began running into each other more and more and suddenly, Margery no longer felt the need to go to nightclubs. The two were obviously in love and very hot for each other. But Porter had very strict views about sex. He was the type who wanted to save himself. Margery was a bit discouraged to find this out, but she was content enough to just spend time with him.
The summer was drawing to a close and Margery felt more and more like she was slowly approaching the guillotine. She knew now more than ever that she wanted to marry Porter and not any of the men waiting for her back home. But her parents would never allow such a thing. She had given up all hope when suddenly, one night, Porter appeared outside her bedroom window. The only problem with that was that Margery's room was on the second floor.
She ran to meet him and saw that he was hovering in the air. On a broomstick. Porter entered the room and spent several hours explaining to Margery that he was a wizard and he wanted to show her his world. Although it was a lot to take in all at once, Margery didn't need much convincing if Porter wanted her to follow him.
He whisked her off into the night and showed her the entire underground magic community he was native to. He showed her everything. He took her to the shops, the animal emporiums, the wand shops, the schools, and the enchanted forests. He even gave a demonstration to her of all the spells he knew: the funny, the amazing, and the deadly.
On the moonlit ride home, Porter confessed that he had shown her all of this because he had to leave on a very dangerous mission. He told her that he was an Auror and that he had been assigned to take down some very dangerous wizards. He gave her a small charm necklace that glowed with a green light of its own.
Porter promised Margery that he loved her and would return for her as soon as possible if she would wait for him. She agreed instantly. It was then that Porter told her the most depressing thing she had ever heard. Porter continued to say that the green charm was directly linked to his wand. If it was destroyed than in all likelihood so was he. Porter didn't want Margery to wait around for a dead man. He told her that if the green light ever went out, then she would know that he was no longer among the living.
Margery cried and begged him not to go, but he said he had no choice in the matter. With one last kiss goodbye, Porter was gone.
The next few years, Margery was inconsolable. She seemed to live in a constant daze. When she returned home she hardly spoke and her parents thought that she was ill. They hired the best doctors to make house visits to examine her, but all the results were the same. There was nothing physically wrong with Margery. Her parents argued that there must be. All she did everyday was sit by the window and fiddle with her necklace (they thought she had bought it for herself in America).
At first Margery's parents were sympathetic and tried to be supportive, but as time wore on and the suitors became anxious, her parents became less understanding. They constantly badgered her to pick a husband. They set up luncheons and teas with the hopeful candidates, but the bubbly and pleasant Margery they used to know was gone. Needless to say, the suitors lost interest fast.
Eventually, Margery got so fed up with the boring meetings and her parents' constant needling that she gathered up her life savings and ran away to America to find her Porter.
The years wore on but Margery kept fighting. The first hurdle to pass was how to actually get back into the magical community she had seen only once before. Eventually she learned that her necklace was of a rare magic stone and she used it to convince the wizards that watched the community's entrances that she was visiting her magic family and that she herself was a Squib.
Then, the real challenges began to pile up. And on top of that, Margery had to spend day after day researching what she found, trying to make heads and tails of all the foreign terminology. She eventually found out the details of Porter's mission and consequentially met his only remaining family member: his older brother. He had once been an Auror too, but after the business killed most of the family, he decided to find a new career. This didn't give Margery much hope. Still, with Porter's older brother's help, she came closer and closer to figuring out where Porter was.
Then, one day, the newspaper came and reported that the dark wizards that Porter was after had been captured. Porter's brother woke Margery with the good news, but when she awoke, she discovered that her charm's green light had gone out.
Devastated, Margery left the wizarding community in tears. She returned to the only place she could: her parents' villa; the first place she had met Porter. When she arrived she discovered that the property had been purchased and the little house had been remodeled. Margery had often talked about how she wasn't particularly fond of the architecture, but now that it was gone, she missed it greatly.
She was about to break down in tears when suddenly, the front door opened. She looked up to find Porter standing there. She was so happy and so confused that she cried even harder and rushed into his arms. Porter explained to her that, although his wand had been destroyed, the rest of his team protected him, and the battle was nearly over at that point anyway. He said that he hadn't come to find her yet because he was trying to redesign the house like Margery wanted. Margery said that she was just glad that he was alive. She had so much to tell him but first, they had to make love. For once, Porter had no moral objections since it was obvious they were to be married.
It was then that the book was passed to Harry. There were only a few dozen boys left in the room now. Many of them had been done in by the nightclub scenes, but just as many had left because the story went too much into the plot rather than the sex. The remaining few actually seemed interested in the ending. They had all adopted more comfortable lounging positions, moved the desks around to stretch out, and had even pulled a few snacks out of their pockets to eat while they listened.
Unbeknownst to some of the boys, Dumbledore had slipped out of the room halfway through the story, happy that so many students were so interested in reading. None more so than Draco. This was an exceptional book, he thought, and was excited for the ending.
"Looks like this is the last chapter," Harry said, ruffling the remaining pages with his thumbs. Draco didn't mind if his arch nemesis was the last one to read; he was thrilled enough just to listen to the resolution. And as an added bonus, Draco was looking forward to feeling smug at Potter's poor reading skills. After all, he hadn't sounded any different than any of the other boys while they were reading the textbook.
Then, Harry opened his mouth.
What escaped his lips was like music and was as smooth as silk. Draco felt his eyes go wide with surprise.
"The two lovers backed their way into the front door, tearing at their clothes as they went," Harry said slowly in a deep, intoxicating voice, "It seemed that the offending articles could not be taken off fast enough. Margery wished she had magic, too, just so she could make the fabric disappear quicker. She fiddled with Porter's buttons with her small, fair hands, wanting to reveal more of that dark skin that had haunted her dreams for nearly a decade. Porter halted her efforts by placing his large, rough hands over hers.
"You are so beautiful," Porter whispered, drowning her in the sea of his green eyes.
"As are you, my love," Margery murmured back, lust clouding her blue, gray eyes as she stared back."
At this point, Harry looked up and glanced at the faces around him as he spoke. Draco felt a deep blush light up his ears when Potter paused a moment longer on him. Or, at least it seemed that way. Draco was sure he had imagined it.
"Margery finally managed to slide Porter's shirt off his shoulders," Harry continued, practically purring, "She felt goose bumps rise on his muscular arms as she trailed her delicate fingers down them. She flicked a devious gaze up to Porter and he smiled back.
"I've missed that look," Porter said, the rumble resonating in his chest rippling through Margery's fingers.
"And I've missed that body," Margery said with a wicked smile as she pushed him to the couch. Then, for the first time in years, their lips met in a heated exploration. Tongues clashed and teeth bit as they moaned into each others' mouths."
Draco gulped and was glad that he was laying on his stomach. He saw several other boys shift around as Harry spoke. Then, as if to draw attention to the passage further, Potter's pink tongue darted around his own lips and wet them before continuing.
"Margery continued to trail kissed down Porter's neck, sucking deliberately on his collar bone. She began to move her hips wantonly against his. He thrust back, becoming stiffer with each movement. His russet fingers gripped Margery's hips and pulled her down even harder."
At this point Draco heard a low murmur from somewhere behind him. He turned to see Neville stumbling over a few pillows and limp out the door, his books held in front of him. Harry continued, unfazed, his voice becoming purposefully breathless as the passion heated up.
"Oooh Porter!" Margery called out, arching her pale neck back. "Please… tear my shirt off!" Porter blinked up at her want filled eyes.
"But that would ruin your blouse-"
"I don't give a damn, Porter. I'm so hot for you right now," Margery panted, biting her kiss-swollen lips. Without any more hesitation, Ported laced his fingers in the holes of Margery's button down blouse and ripped it wide open, exposing her white chest to the soft glow of the sunset outside."
Draco watched as several more boys tripped over themselves to dash out the door. Now the only ones left besides Draco were a handful of fifth and sixth years and a lone first year. The two groups looked at each other and glared, each determined to outlast the others.
"A gasp of ecstasy escaped Margery's lips when she heard the split of the threads. She let her fingers skim down Porter's tight abs to his zipper. She leaned over to undo the button while Porter leaned up to unclasp her bra. She heard the muffled snap and felt the support around her breasts go slack. She sat up and removed the excess fabric from her torso. She gasped quietly while cold air hit her bare chest."
Half of the older students staggered out the door. Draco tried his best to relieve some of the mounting pressure in his lower extremities by shifting around, but there was really only one thing for it.
"Porter reached up to touch her, her skin appearing porcelain next to his chocolate fingers. Margery whimpered his name as he pleasured her, her nipples growing hard under the pads of his fingers."
After the clatter of footfalls faded, only the first year remained, his face beet red and his legs firmly crossed. Draco looked between him and Harry and thought he saw a look annoyance cross his features. Potter continued nonetheless.
"Finally, she could wait no longer. Margery tugged Porters pants down and releases his erection to the open air. Quickly, she wrapped her fist around it and lowered her mouth.
"Margery," Porter moaned, twisting his hands in her blonde hair.
"Porter," she moaned around his hot member."
Draco had to look away. He shook his head, trying to rid the thoughts that were crossing his mind. The way Harry was getting into the story was impressive, and he was a good reader and everything, but Draco knew he shouldn't be thinking what he was… but try as he might, Porter was beginning to sound a lot like Potter, and Margery was starting to sound like Malfoy.
Then suddenly, Draco heard something bang harshly against a desk. He turned his head just in time to see the first year hobble out the door.
"Thank Merlin he's gone," Harry said, tossing the book carelessly behind him. "He outlasted all the others though. He certainly is a master of his domain."
"Hey! I wanted to finish that!" Draco blurted out suddenly, forgetting where he was. Draco glanced up, expecting Potter to laugh at him, but the look he was pinned down with didn't have an ounce of hilarity in it. Potter's deep, green eyes seemed to glow in the candlelight. His gaze was so powerful that it appeared to actually push against Draco.
"Why bother finishing the book when we could finish in real life?" Harry asked, with no trace of a joking tone. The only sound Draco heard himself make was the rush of air as it escaped his lungs and the sudden stilling of his heart.
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Once again I'm sure you all want to kill me. But the next chapter will be very satisfying!
Sorry if you didn't like me going into detail with hetero romance novel story. The summary was a lot shorter in my head.
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