Chapter Three
Hormone Driven
By Turquoise
Malachite eyes opened to black canopy's, arching low and tinted red, from the suns dawn glow, peering through a fake window, after all you can't see the sun underground, otherwise you wouldn't be underground, and Harry Potter was in the dungeons, underground.
Rising out of downy soft sheets our sleep-ridden hero staggered to the shower, were an surprise awaited him.
"Damnit Lucius!" Harry cursed and stumbled as he walked flat into a blindingly naked blonde. Glassy-eyed, Lucius was more than a bit drunk; the sweet scent of lavender masking the pungent smell of what could only be whisky.
"Weeell, Hellllloo there Mr. Minnnnie…." It was a good thing we was drunk too or Lucius would have become the first victim to DUN, DUN, DUN, Harry Potter Grumpy Pants!
You see on any average lovely bright sun shiny day, our hero would be a happy vertically challenged hero, but no this was not any bright sun shiny day, oh no, all the bright sun shininess evaporated the moment he was visited by a delusional drunk. Nope now there were dark stormy clouds on the horizon, sparking with lightning and roaring in thunder. So quite simply put Harry Potter was not a Happy Camper.
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The trip down to the great hall was rather uneventful that is if you're ignorant enough to not notice all the blood and tears. Well maybe not blood, but certainly tears, yup hundreds of brawling first years who came into contact with Harry Potter Grumpy Pants. And those who weren't crying their eyes out at the meanie menace, took to noticing the second skin leather pants and pearly silver not shirt our hero had donned in a rush, (If one looked closely enough one would notice said clothes were clearly labelled Lucius Malfoy, but no one was about to point this out) But of course those who had the pleasure of witnessing such a glorious sight never lasted long enough to enjoy it thoroughly enough passing out due to blood loss in a ludicrously anime style. So I suppose I was lying then and there was bloodshed.
So as to say the school was in a state of disarray, leaving many in tears and well blood too.
And our hero valiantly strode through many unconscious bodies, eyes placed keenly on the coveted last cup of coffee….
…..that Lucius picked up with his dainty little fingers and sipped away daintily on Mr. Harry Potter's cup of coffee that Mr. Harry Potter should have been picking up with dainty fingers and daintily sipping away at the black nectar of the gods. But no, quite clearly it was Lucius and NOT Harry with the coffee, and by god that blonde menace had incurred the wrath of MR. HARRY POTTER GRUMPY PANTS!
Needless to say the poor man didn't know what hit him. One minute recovering from Harry's early morning verbal beating, sipping away innocently enough at coffee and the next we was on the floor out cold, rather inelegantly too.
The great halls attention was diverted to the black haired GOD, that thundered before them, VICTORIOUSLY holding the befouled remains of the last cup of coffee. And the slowly the dark thunderous anime style clouds faded away, and MR. HARRY POTTER GRUMPY PANTS went poof, and returned to the usual innocently adorable smotherable edible-ahem. So he was back to normal
The hall stared in silence for silence was clearly the best reaction.
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Sirius was disturbed, truly, deeply and seriously disturbed. He stroked his beardless chin thoughtfully, no doubt pondering the great vastness of the universe. No, not really, he was wondering about a certain edible raven boy, rather confused. So the boy was delicious, but there were lots of delicious boys, okay so maybe not HEAPS, however there were a reasonable amount of godly gay men. But never once, not ever, did Sirius ever feel the need to attack one viciously….with his mouth.
He appreciated beauty more than most other, in fact he was not ashamed about his rather blatant 'appreciation'. Nevertheless Remus was his 'One', and no matter how fabulous some boys were. Remus outshined them like the sun to flickering cheap two dollar shop light bulbs. Sirius was simply devoted to Remus in every way, and well this rather sudden desire that erupted within his loins was bothering him…a lot.
Not too far away another boy was facing the same issues. Alone with a fascinating book on the goblin wars of '83, Remus was far from sight, curled up under a tree by the lake. However his attention was far from the goblins, for he too was puzzled by the fire in his loins, lit by the new kid. The delicious new kid. Remus sighed, he was rather ashamed of his reaction. Sirius might gape openly, but he never strayed from Remus. And here Remus was, fanaticising over this raven haired beauty. Old insecurities rose to the surface, and the sandy blonde boy buried his face in his hands.
"Lupin," The sneering voice was familiar, equal servings of malicious intent and amusement, Severus. Remus grinned at the dark shadow blocking his sunlight. He had never told his Gryffindor friends but he was rather fond of Severus, in an entirely platonic way of course. The vicious, Stab-Now-Talk-Later attitude was endlessly amusing, and it was always fun to see Sirius be taken down a notch or two.
Severus himself would never admit either, but he too was rather fond of the werewolf. Despite their especially fun encounter in the shrieking shack, they got along fairly well. Mainly because they liked books, lots of books…..gay erotica books.
Severus and Remus were dragged into some strange obsessive fascination of Lily and Narcissa's. Yaoi, drawn porn really, and well Severus wasn't complaining, he had to get his rocks off somehow. He scowled, at least Remus had Sirius for-ahem exercise.
"SEVVIE! There you are!" And Severus was attacked by a flurry of black fluffy hair, black fluffy hair he had been carefully avoiding all morning. He cursed under his breath, and two really green eyes peered up at him. "Sevvie, where you been? I've been looking everywhere for you!"
"Indeed Severus, one would even think that you were avoiding our guest from the future," Lucius gave him an amused smirk, Severus face-palmed. His own friends had come to laugh at his affliction. Hmm, that's right. This Harry boy was like an affliction….like a fungus of sorts.
He snorted, looking down to see that the little menace had vanished. He spun, vicious insult on the tip of his razor tongue, and choked it down at the sight. Legions of females were clumped in groups, surrounding them for at least a few miles. Their eyes were large and very sparkly, and Severus was scared, very scared.
He backed away slowly, careful to not make any sudden movements, only to find that Harry and Remus had left him behind to deal with this female frenzy.
"Noooooo," His voice was drowned by a sea of crazy hormone driven females slamming into him, and dragging him under. And while this may have been a more straight mans most fond fantasy, he was GAY DAMNNIT!
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Far away, Far Far Away, Remus and Harry collapsed panting against the corridor of the third floor, having run all the way here. Remus felt a prang of guilt at leaving Severus to be mauled, but it vanished as he took in the sight before him. Flushed pink cheeks, big toothy grin, hair mussed, green eyes sparkling, panting Harry was very attractive. Very, very attractive.
Remus's throat was dry. He tried to swallow down his desire, as the flames of lust erupted and raced across his body. His legs came up reflexively to hide his growing reaction, and his face flushed a deep plum that caused Harry to stare at him funnily.
"Are you okay Remus? You're going a funny colour," Harry crawled towards Remus, who gasped and tried desperately to will down his erection. The gods however were particularly bored, and were rather amused with the scene. So the gods were not on his side.
Harry's face was close, far too close, as he checked Remus's temperature. Remus blushed even harder as his face came into contact his Harry's cool hand. His eyes wide, he looked right into Harry's eyes and drowned suddenly and abruptly in a sea of green. The werewolf's eyes were darkened with lust, and Remus moaned as he saw the returning desire in Harry's eyes.
Their faces were flush against each other, their breathes intermingling, and suddenly their lips were crushing together. Lips sucking and nipping furiously, slippery tongue slithering through pliant lips and Harry moaned, pressing hard against Remus, his need throbbing, desire ravaging his body and good sense.
TBC
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