Author's Note
Hello people, sorry an update took so long. Thank you to all those who
read and reviewed my story. I hope you won't be disappointed in this
section. A special thank you to my wonderful beta reader!!!! See you at
school, buddy! Enjoy!
WARNING this chapter contains boy/boy relationships. If you don't like it, don't read it.
Chapter 2
Harry looked down, shuffling his feet. Not for the first time, he was feeling like a third wheel. He glanced at Ron and Hermione laughing and chatting as they walked through Hogsmeade. They were hardly including Harry in their conversation and were walking slightly ahead of him.
'Why did they drag me out of bed?' Harry grumbled to himself. It didn't seem to make any sense to him. 'If they want to go on dates, they just need to open their mouths and admit it so that I don't have to tag along anymore.'
Harry sighed as they headed into Honeyduke's. 'I have got to get out of here!' Harry tapped Ron on the shoulder, interrupting him mid-sentence. "Look you two. I'm not feeling up to this today. I'm gonna get some chocolate frogs and head back to the tower."
Ron nodded silently while Hermione looked at Harry with concern. "What's wrong, Harry? Are you sick? I mean, you can't possibly be tired." Harry just shrugged and turned to leave. "I'll be fine, Mione. Just have fun with Ron and stop worrying about me. Besides," Harry smirked and opened the door to leave. "It's not like you want me here anyway." With that, he left the shop.
'Damn, I forgot the chocolate frogs!' Harry kicked himself. 'I wanted those too. They're my favorite.' Lost in his internal debate over whether to return to the shop or not, Harry walked smack into a tall, strong, rather handsome boy with dark eyes and a sly smirk. "Potter, just the man I was looking for."
Harry faltered and frowned. "What do you want, Zabini?" The boy stepped back, hands raised in surrender. "What's the matter, Potter? Can't a guy just want to have a friendly butterbeer with his fellow classmate?" Blaise grinned devilishly, a silent challenge in his eyes. Harry flinched. 'Merlin, Blaise looks sexy. I can't pass this up. I need to find out what's gotten into him.' He inwardly cringed, adding as an afterthought, 'I need to find out what's gotten into me.'
"Tick-tock, Potter." Blaise laughed. "Are you coming or not?" Harry smiled roguishly. "Sure, Zabini, as long as you're paying." Blaise placed an arm around Harry's shoulders, steering him towards the Three Broomsticks. "Come then, Potter. It's a date." Harry had an odd feeling about what was going to happen and glanced wearily up at Blaise, who oddly enough was looking over his shoulder. "Yeah," Harry said softly. "It's a date."
*~*
A sudden pang of jealousy overtook Draco as he watched his friend place an arm around Harry. He smirked, however, as Blaise turned to look at him and wink. Brushing platinum blond hair from his eyes, he turned to the girl standing patiently by his side. "Come on, Pansy. Let's go have some butterbeer. I don't know what Blaise is up to, but this was NOT in the plan. We'll have to keep an eye on how this develops." Pansy simply sighed and followed the angry blond towards the Three Broomsticks.
*~*
Harry let Blaise lead him to a quiet little table in the corner, where they sat in uncomfortable silence before Madam Rosmerta brought their drinks. "Here you go, Sweetie." She smiled warmly at Harry. "Who's your handsome friend, and where are Ron and Hermione?" Harry smiled at the woman he had become so familiar with over the past few years. "This is Za- umm, I mean, this is Blaise. Oh, Ron and Hermione are around."
Blaise had been shocked when Harry used his first name and now reached across the table to catch Harry's hand in his. Madam Rosmerta just smiled. "Holler if you need anything." She turned to leave, winking at the boys. "Alright," Harry mumbled embarrassed. He was staring intently at Blaise who was now running his thumb across the back of Harry's knuckle.
Butterflies fluttered in Harry's stomach as he looked into Blaise's dark eyes; eyes so different from the ones in his dream. "Er." Harry cleared his throat. "What brought this sudden fascination with me?" Harry looked away, avoiding Blaise's intense gaze. "Harry, I've always been fascinated with you. You are so nice, sweet, smart, brave, and oh so very sexy."
Harry looked at Blaise, amused at what he saw. Blaise was blushing and seemed shocked with himself. Harry chuckled and leaned toward Blaise, taking his free hand. "So, Blaise, you think I'm sexy, do you?" He felt warmth rush to the pit of his stomach as Blaise leaned over the table, freeing one of his hands to cup Harry's chin.
"Oh, I don't think you're sexy. I know you are." Harry felt Blaise's warm breath on his forehead. Blaise placed a soft kiss on Harry's forehead before moving down to kiss the tip of his nose. Blaise slightly angled Harry's chin upward and captured his lips.
Harry felt Blaise's lips on his, soft, warm, and accepting. Something in the back of his mind told him to end it, to pull away. 'What about the dreams?' He pushed the thoughts away, living only for this moment with this boy, and deepened the kiss. Harry sighed as Blaise released his lips and leaned back in his chair still holding Harry's hand.
"The question now, Harry, is do you find ME attractive." Blaise smirked as Harry gulped audibly, searching for the right words. 'You may be sexy, but, you can never compare to the blond haired vision who haunts my dreams.' He quickly dismissed the notion of saying that. "Blaise," He said instead, "You are one of the sexiest guys I have ever had the pleasure of meeting." It was true. Blaise was definitely an attractive boy. Harry couldn't believe that his first real kiss was from a boy. He could hardly count his kiss with Cho. In fact, he had tried to forget it completely. Before this afternoon, Harry never really considered himself to possibly be gay, dismissing his dreams as just that, dreams.
"Thank you, Harry. Maybe now that we have that out in the open, we can get something started between us." Blaise said sweetly, grinning devilishly. Harry ran a nervous hand through his hair. "Look, Blaise, I have to tell you, this is very new to me. Maybe we should spend some time getting to know each other better."
Blaise laughed a little, quirky laugh that made Harry relax. "I understand. Homosexuality makes muggles uncomfortable, right? Well, here it is quite common, Harry. No one will look down on you for it. We'll move slowly anyhow. Let's just spend the rest of the day in innocent conversation as friends, okay?" He smiled warmly at Harry. "I think I can handle that, Blaise." Harry grinned.
*~*
Draco glowered across the room at the two boys casually holding hands and chatting amiably. He was absolutely livid. He rounded on the girl sitting quietly across the table from him. "What the fuck does he think he is doing, Pansy? This was not in the plan. I should have known not to trust that creep! Merlin, did you see them kiss? If I had known it would be that easy, I would have done that myself!"
Pansy looked up calmly from the book she had begun reading during Draco's tirade. "Draco, Harry doesn't have the history with Blaise that he has with me and you. It wouldn't be that easy for you. Think about it. You would have made a fool of yourself. Besides, if Blaise wants to switch the game on us, we'll just have to switch it back on him."
Pansy leaned halfway across the table, motioning for Draco to do the same. "I think I have a plan that will work out nicely." She whispered conspiratorially in his ear. After a few moments, Draco leaned back in his seat, an evil smile playing on his lips. "I like it, Pansy." He said, an equally evil glint shining in his stormy gray eyes. "So very Slytherin."
WARNING this chapter contains boy/boy relationships. If you don't like it, don't read it.
Chapter 2
Harry looked down, shuffling his feet. Not for the first time, he was feeling like a third wheel. He glanced at Ron and Hermione laughing and chatting as they walked through Hogsmeade. They were hardly including Harry in their conversation and were walking slightly ahead of him.
'Why did they drag me out of bed?' Harry grumbled to himself. It didn't seem to make any sense to him. 'If they want to go on dates, they just need to open their mouths and admit it so that I don't have to tag along anymore.'
Harry sighed as they headed into Honeyduke's. 'I have got to get out of here!' Harry tapped Ron on the shoulder, interrupting him mid-sentence. "Look you two. I'm not feeling up to this today. I'm gonna get some chocolate frogs and head back to the tower."
Ron nodded silently while Hermione looked at Harry with concern. "What's wrong, Harry? Are you sick? I mean, you can't possibly be tired." Harry just shrugged and turned to leave. "I'll be fine, Mione. Just have fun with Ron and stop worrying about me. Besides," Harry smirked and opened the door to leave. "It's not like you want me here anyway." With that, he left the shop.
'Damn, I forgot the chocolate frogs!' Harry kicked himself. 'I wanted those too. They're my favorite.' Lost in his internal debate over whether to return to the shop or not, Harry walked smack into a tall, strong, rather handsome boy with dark eyes and a sly smirk. "Potter, just the man I was looking for."
Harry faltered and frowned. "What do you want, Zabini?" The boy stepped back, hands raised in surrender. "What's the matter, Potter? Can't a guy just want to have a friendly butterbeer with his fellow classmate?" Blaise grinned devilishly, a silent challenge in his eyes. Harry flinched. 'Merlin, Blaise looks sexy. I can't pass this up. I need to find out what's gotten into him.' He inwardly cringed, adding as an afterthought, 'I need to find out what's gotten into me.'
"Tick-tock, Potter." Blaise laughed. "Are you coming or not?" Harry smiled roguishly. "Sure, Zabini, as long as you're paying." Blaise placed an arm around Harry's shoulders, steering him towards the Three Broomsticks. "Come then, Potter. It's a date." Harry had an odd feeling about what was going to happen and glanced wearily up at Blaise, who oddly enough was looking over his shoulder. "Yeah," Harry said softly. "It's a date."
*~*
A sudden pang of jealousy overtook Draco as he watched his friend place an arm around Harry. He smirked, however, as Blaise turned to look at him and wink. Brushing platinum blond hair from his eyes, he turned to the girl standing patiently by his side. "Come on, Pansy. Let's go have some butterbeer. I don't know what Blaise is up to, but this was NOT in the plan. We'll have to keep an eye on how this develops." Pansy simply sighed and followed the angry blond towards the Three Broomsticks.
*~*
Harry let Blaise lead him to a quiet little table in the corner, where they sat in uncomfortable silence before Madam Rosmerta brought their drinks. "Here you go, Sweetie." She smiled warmly at Harry. "Who's your handsome friend, and where are Ron and Hermione?" Harry smiled at the woman he had become so familiar with over the past few years. "This is Za- umm, I mean, this is Blaise. Oh, Ron and Hermione are around."
Blaise had been shocked when Harry used his first name and now reached across the table to catch Harry's hand in his. Madam Rosmerta just smiled. "Holler if you need anything." She turned to leave, winking at the boys. "Alright," Harry mumbled embarrassed. He was staring intently at Blaise who was now running his thumb across the back of Harry's knuckle.
Butterflies fluttered in Harry's stomach as he looked into Blaise's dark eyes; eyes so different from the ones in his dream. "Er." Harry cleared his throat. "What brought this sudden fascination with me?" Harry looked away, avoiding Blaise's intense gaze. "Harry, I've always been fascinated with you. You are so nice, sweet, smart, brave, and oh so very sexy."
Harry looked at Blaise, amused at what he saw. Blaise was blushing and seemed shocked with himself. Harry chuckled and leaned toward Blaise, taking his free hand. "So, Blaise, you think I'm sexy, do you?" He felt warmth rush to the pit of his stomach as Blaise leaned over the table, freeing one of his hands to cup Harry's chin.
"Oh, I don't think you're sexy. I know you are." Harry felt Blaise's warm breath on his forehead. Blaise placed a soft kiss on Harry's forehead before moving down to kiss the tip of his nose. Blaise slightly angled Harry's chin upward and captured his lips.
Harry felt Blaise's lips on his, soft, warm, and accepting. Something in the back of his mind told him to end it, to pull away. 'What about the dreams?' He pushed the thoughts away, living only for this moment with this boy, and deepened the kiss. Harry sighed as Blaise released his lips and leaned back in his chair still holding Harry's hand.
"The question now, Harry, is do you find ME attractive." Blaise smirked as Harry gulped audibly, searching for the right words. 'You may be sexy, but, you can never compare to the blond haired vision who haunts my dreams.' He quickly dismissed the notion of saying that. "Blaise," He said instead, "You are one of the sexiest guys I have ever had the pleasure of meeting." It was true. Blaise was definitely an attractive boy. Harry couldn't believe that his first real kiss was from a boy. He could hardly count his kiss with Cho. In fact, he had tried to forget it completely. Before this afternoon, Harry never really considered himself to possibly be gay, dismissing his dreams as just that, dreams.
"Thank you, Harry. Maybe now that we have that out in the open, we can get something started between us." Blaise said sweetly, grinning devilishly. Harry ran a nervous hand through his hair. "Look, Blaise, I have to tell you, this is very new to me. Maybe we should spend some time getting to know each other better."
Blaise laughed a little, quirky laugh that made Harry relax. "I understand. Homosexuality makes muggles uncomfortable, right? Well, here it is quite common, Harry. No one will look down on you for it. We'll move slowly anyhow. Let's just spend the rest of the day in innocent conversation as friends, okay?" He smiled warmly at Harry. "I think I can handle that, Blaise." Harry grinned.
*~*
Draco glowered across the room at the two boys casually holding hands and chatting amiably. He was absolutely livid. He rounded on the girl sitting quietly across the table from him. "What the fuck does he think he is doing, Pansy? This was not in the plan. I should have known not to trust that creep! Merlin, did you see them kiss? If I had known it would be that easy, I would have done that myself!"
Pansy looked up calmly from the book she had begun reading during Draco's tirade. "Draco, Harry doesn't have the history with Blaise that he has with me and you. It wouldn't be that easy for you. Think about it. You would have made a fool of yourself. Besides, if Blaise wants to switch the game on us, we'll just have to switch it back on him."
Pansy leaned halfway across the table, motioning for Draco to do the same. "I think I have a plan that will work out nicely." She whispered conspiratorially in his ear. After a few moments, Draco leaned back in his seat, an evil smile playing on his lips. "I like it, Pansy." He said, an equally evil glint shining in his stormy gray eyes. "So very Slytherin."