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Chapter Three
Harry squirmed underneath Neville as the boy's grip tightened on his arms. Currently, his arms were behind his back, sandwiched in-between himself and Neville's chest. Neville's other hand was around his neck, and holding him in a vise like grip. Harry could feel the boy thrusting into him, and it felt amazing. Harry groaned, and shifted his hips back, thrusting back into the other boy.
The grip tightened on his wrists and throat and his air was cut off. He felt warm all over, and he got even harder, if that was possible. He closed his eyes, breath coming in short gasps, trying to take it all in- then, his eyes opened as he realized Neville wasn't letting go- he couldn't breathe!
Harry tried to pull away from the boy's hand, because he couldn't voice that he was choking- he couldn't turn his head either. Finally, his leg kicked Neville's in a noticeable way, and the boy let go in surprise. His breath came back in a rush, and Neville pulled away, watching Harry gasp for breath, watching him in growing horror.
"Merlin, I'm so sorry Harry, I didn't realize I was holding you so tight-"
Harry coughed, turning over onto his back, chest heaving as he breathed in oxygen. His head was starting to hurt, and he knew he'd probably have bruises on his wrists tomorrow. He shook his head faintly. "We…" He started, voice faint. "We have to be careful. If…if you could have seen my face…maybe…maybe you would have known- I couldn't even talk and tell you…" He wheezed.
"I'm so sorry." Neville said guiltily, bringing his hands to his face. "Did I hurt you? Will you be okay? If…If you never want to do that again, I wouldn't blame you-"
"No…it was okay, at first…I kind of liked it, but…but maybe next time we face each other? And…not so hard?" Harry asked quietly. Neville curled up next to him, looking at him incredulously.
"Are you sure? You can tell me no, you know."
Harry nuzzled his neck, running his hand up and down the boy's chest. "Yes. I know. I want to try it again. But…maybe not tonight? I…um, might have some bruises tomorrow."
"I'm sorry." Neville whispered into his hair. "I don't know why I like this. I don't…understand, really. I feel good, but at the same time, it's scary…how could you be okay with this?"
Harry just gave him a slight shrug. "I don't know. It feels right, I guess. Yeah, it was a bit scary, but you let go as soon as you could tell something was wrong, right?"
"Yeah…of course."
"That's why I trust you." Harry whispered, kissing the boy's cheek. "I love you, Nev."
Neville buried his face in Harry's hair, holding him tight around the middle. "I love you." He pulled away slightly. "This is mad. What sort of normal couple does this anyways?"
Harry gave him a slight smile. "Us, apparently. You like it, I like it…it's not a big deal. We just…have to be careful, that's all."
They kissed languidly as the sun rose. It was their third night in Providence, and they'd been having sex all night- something they didn't do too often. Harry sat up with a sigh, stretching.
"I don't know about you, but I need to take a shower. We do have breakfast with the Dean from Brown." Neville helped him up, and the two of them kipped to the shower together.
Neville watched Harry soap his chest, wondering how he'd gotten to be so lucky. Who knew, in their first year, when he'd laid eyes on that boy in the Hogwarts Express, that that same boy would be his lover seven years later? He sighed, feeling Harry's hands dip down to his hips.
Their eyes met, and Harry gave him the smallest of smiles. Gorgeous. Harry knelt down in front of him, washing his legs. Neville watched him, lost in thought. He'd always liked the sight of Harry kneeling at his feet- it usually happened when Harry was performing fellatio, but this was nice too.
He ran a hand through the boy's wet hair, and Harry rested his head on Neville's thigh, hand stopping its course. They stayed like that for several moments. Neville could only think about how…strong Harry was for being able to do what he did. So brave. What was the word…submission. Yes, Harry submitted to Neville, but Neville didn't know anyone stronger or braver than his lover. Neville wanted to take care of him, and make sure that this boy was…safe. They had to be careful.
When they did stuff, he was a bit rough, okay, more than a bit, but Harry never seemed to have a problem with it. But…Neville knew that there was a point to go to, right? What else could they do? Could they push it further?
He felt Harry's head shift against his thigh, and he looked down. Harry was looking up at him thoughtfully.
"Okay, straighten up Kit, it's my turn to wash you."
Luna squeed as she held up some satin fabric. "This is perfect!"
Draco glanced her way, holding a hefty amount of fabric in his arms. "Luna, we really need to go soon. I have a meeting with some of the shop owners in Knockturne today, and I know you have a meeting-"
"But I found the perfect fabric for Kit, won't he look great up on stage in this fabric?"
Draco stared at the shiny white satin. "Um…it's very shiny. Are you sure Kit will go for that?"
Luna nodded quickly, grabbing some black satin too. "Of course! Kit will look fabulous- maybe I can send a little outfit in our next letter! Ooh! What about these sequins?"
"No! Luna, we must be going." Draco said, tone firm. This was why he never came with Luna to these muggle cloth shops- usually Harry did this with her. How did he put up with it?
They left the shop, and made their way back to the Leaky Cauldron. The streets were filled with people- many now had returned from abroad, and stores were slowly reopening. Draco, especially, was taking this time to his advantage, and buying up shops and properties. Many of the shops that had remained open during the war had amassed some debts, so Draco bought them out, in exchange for ownership, or part ownership in some cases, of the shop. He was making a killing off of the profits now, now that everyone was coming back.
Still, things were precarious, which was why Draco was meeting with the shop owners in Knockturne Alley. Luna kissed his cheek as she stopped off in front of the Daily Prophet. "I'll see you at dinner, Draco." Luna said with a grin.
Draco nodded, squeezing her hand. "Of course. Have fun."
She laughed, and went inside. Draco walked down the street further, to Knockturne Alley. After his Father had been arrested, and he'd been made Head of the Family, he'd sold the majority of his property within the district. Because of this, he no longer had a foothold there, and the district was hurting. It didn't help that the Ministry was constantly there, searching for the remaining Death Eaters.
Draco sighed, noting how some of the properties were all boarded up. If he'd been a Death Eater, he would have never hidden in such an obvious place. He knew that most Death Eaters would feel the same. No, Knockturne Alley was likely safe from Death Eater activity for now. It was everywhere else you had to worry about. Several people in the street stopped and stared at Draco as he passed. Growing up, Draco had seen many people do the same to his Father, and it was unsettling.
Draco went into the Apothecary and gave a slight nod to the patrons as he passed. The shop clerk gasped as she noticed him. "Oh! Mr. Malfoy! The others are upstairs!"
"Thank you." He said curtly, and went upstairs to the meeting room. Traditionally, the shop owners of Knockturne met together twice a year, but they had not met last year at all. He knew for a fact that several of them had died, and their properties were vacant, while others had not returned from abroad. The small group of men and women stood as he entered the room.
He gave them a slight smile, and walked towards the table. "Good morning, Ladies and Gentlemen."
"Mr. Malfoy." Several greeted, while a few frowned, and one spoke up.
"You're late."
"Sorry. I had some errands to run earlier this morning, and I had to escort Miss Lovegood to the Daily Prophet offices. Now..." He sat down, taking out a leather portfolio of papers. It held a current listing of all the properties he owned, how much he made off of them, as well as other details of each shop and their owner. He opened it, noting how all of the shop owners were watching him with bated breath.
"We heard you're snatching up property like candy." One of the men spoke. He was rather tall and skinny, and wore drab olive robes.
Draco smiled. "You heard correctly. Now, earlier, during the war, I pulled my funding out of many of your shops, not wanting to get involved in financial agreements whilst I was in school. Obviously, things have changed. The war is over, I graduated from school early, and I am quite clearly ready to take on the responsibility of funding shops once more. However, I do things a bit differently than my Father, and I think you'll find it quite agreeable."
Several of the Shop owners looked a bit uncomfortable. A woman spoke up. "Mr. Malfoy, the fact is, the majority of the shops here in this district have gone under. Many of them are abandoned, the owners dead or abroad permanently. We need to bring business to this district once more, but with the Ministry's searches, we cannot conduct business as we normally do."
Draco leant back in his chair, listening thoughtfully. Another man spoke up. "My shop has been in the family for almost 700 years. I cannot lose it- I lost many of my family in the war, in the attacks at Hogsmeade, I cannot lose any more." He pleaded.
"But the Ministry is likely to shut us down, if they continue with the way things are going. We need your help to convince them to stop the raids." A plump woman spoke up, eyes narrowed on the boy. "You're just a child, yes, but as a hero of the war, the Ministry will listen to you."
Draco sighed. "I'm afraid the Ministry won't listen to me much, considering my family history, and a few other factors. They certainly won't take anything I say seriously." He frowned, looking down. "The thing is, all of you may have to...change the way your business works. Knockturne Alley has a bad reputation, something that none of you can afford right now. If you give the Ministry no reason to suspect any dark activities, they will eventually stop the raids."
He took a few slips of paper out. "I have a proposal. There are several businesses who are interested in purchasing property, but they are unable to afford the property in Diagon Alley. It is rather...unconventional, but they would certainly bring new people into the district, and new ideas."
Draco looked at them placidly. "To be frank, one of the businesses will be run by an American, while another will be by a muggleborn, and the third will be by a Spaniard. I know that Knockturne and Diagon have traditionally been owned by the British, but I believe by bringing in others, it will increase the revenue by all of the shops-"
"A mudblood! We don't need any mudbloods owning a shop-"
"They don't even own any shops in Hogsmeade or in Diagon!"
"Correct. You have to realize, many of the muggleborns leave the wizarding world once they graduate from Hogwarts-"
"Good."
"No, not good. We have lost quite a bit of wizards, either due to the wars, or to them moving abroad. If we do not convince the muggleborns to stay, we will die out, and not only will we die out, our economy will as well. I suggest that we welcome them-"
"Of course you would, you blood traitor!" One of the men yelled, and paled, suddenly realizing what he'd just said. Draco stood, and stared him down. He spoke, and his voice was low and flat, and the others knew he was pissed.
"Mr. Halliwell, all of you asked me to this meeting to help you. I am just doing as you asked. I am trying my best to save your shops. Now, why can't we be mature about this? Calling each other names won't solve a thing." He looked about the table, and no one said a word. Several looked nervous- as though he was going to leave right there.
Draco sat down once more. "Now, for those of you who would like, I can buy back my shares of the shops, and we can negotiate contracts and things privately. I know some of you had arrangements with Father, but I will tell you now that I am NOT my Father. Is that understood?"
Many were in agreement.
"Very well then. Now, are all of you in agreement to these new shops coming to Knockturne?"
Harry was walking along with Neville, holding hands. They were bundled up in the cold weather, sidestepping patches of snow. Harry's steps quickened to match up with Neville. "What did you think of the school? Pretty cool, huh?"
"Hmm…I liked SIM better. Who knew that muggles and magicals could go to school together, hmm?"
Harry nodded quickly, and spotted a coffee shop up ahead. "Oh, let's go to this coffee shop and warm up a bit, yeah?"
Neville gave him a small smile, and wrapped his arm around the other boy's shoulders. "Maybe get you some hot chocolate?"
Harry nodded quickly, and they went into the shop. Right away, they noticed that the place was different than others they'd been to. It was full of people but…something they couldn't quite place was different. As they waited in line, Harry finally realized what it was, seeing a couple of girls holding hands.
He gasped, and whispered in Neville's ear. "Nev, this coffee shop is full of gay people!"
Neville glanced around, and indeed, there were lots of gay people around, with various colorful things on the walls. The girl up at the counter smiled at them brightly as it was their turn.
"Well, hello, haven't seen you two around before."
"We're just visiting." Harry said with a smile.
"Ooh, you guys are from England! Hey Joe, these guys have those Brit accents!" She called out to a rather nervous looking boy behind the counter.
Harry blushed, and Neville coughed. "Um, Kit will have a small hot chocolate, and I'll have um…coffee. Black, small."
"Got it, sugar." She winked at Harry, and got to work. Harry blushed, wondering if she was hitting on him because she thought he was a girl. Someone entered the shop, the door ringing.
"Oh, it's Wednesday already? Joe, could you get the chairs together, hon?" The girl called out. A guy ducked out from behind the counter, and started to arrange some tables and chairs.
"What's going on?" Harry asked.
The girl set down Neville's coffee, glancing curiously at Harry. "There's a group that meets here every Wednesday. I just assumed that you were here for that, considering you're wearing a collar and all."
"Collar?" Harry echoed, hand going to his collar, which was peeking out from his shirt. Neville glanced back to the group that was now gathering at the tables, helping Joe set up. There were all sorts of people there- all ages and genders, and he spotted a couple of them with collars.
"What's collars have to do with it?" Neville asked.
The girl set down Harry's hot chocolate. "Want whip cream, hon?" Harry shook his head. "Well, they're one of those…BDSM groups, you know? What are they called…a munch!"
"What a funny name." Harry same, scrunching up his nose. "What does BDSM stand for anyways?"
The girl accepted the money from Neville, and rang them up. "Why don't you ask them if you're so curious? They'll be able to answer you better than I can." She said flippantly. "They're really nice people." She added, seeing Harry's nervousness.
Neville just gave him a slight smile, and took him by the hand. "Thanks." He said to the girl, and led Harry over to the group. Joe had long abandoned them, and was now going back to the counter. The group was settling into their chairs, and one of the women glanced their way curiously.
Neville bit his lip. "Hi…um…you guys have the meeting?"
"Oh yeah, sit!" Another woman exclaimed, smiling broadly. "I'm Andy, and this is my husband John, and we run the meeting." Harry and Neville sat down together on a loveseat. Harry was glancing around at the other people, noting the empty chairs. Andy and John were both a bit on the large side, but they looked nice enough. Neither of them wore a collar. Andy motioned to an older man with graying hair, who wore a suit. "And this is Steve." The guy gave them a slight wave.
"And I'm Pepper!" A girl said with a grin- she had short black hair done up in small pigtails. She wore a black dress and a collar. Harry thought her shoes were cute- they had cat faces on them.
"Everyone's not here yet, so you're a bit early." Andy said with a smile. "So, um, where you guys from?"
"London." They both said in unison. It was easier than saying that they lived in a Forest in Scotland, sometimes.
"Ooh, what brings you two all the way over to Providence?"
"We were looking at schools. We're taking a trip this semester across the Country. We've gone to Salem, Washington D.C, and here, so far. We'll be heading to New York, next. After that, we have Chicago, St. Louis, and…a few other places."
"Wow, sounds like you two will have quite the trip ahead of you. Oh, there's Rabbit." A skinny girl with bright red shortly chopped hair walked their way. She flopped down into a seat, and glanced their way.
"Oh, new people!"
"I'm Nev, and this is Kit." Neville said with a grin.
"Meow." Rabbit said with a wink to Harry. "So, you two look kind of young, have you been in the scene long?"
"Scene?" Harry echoed.
Neville cleared his throat. "The truth is, that girl at the counter told us you were meeting…um, you guys are a BDSM group?"
"Oh!" Andy exclaimed. "Yes, we are. I just assumed you found us online. So, you're new to the scene?"
Harry and Neville exchanged a look, and John took pity on them. "So, let's start with an easier question- how long have you two been together?"
"Five years." Harry said with a small smile, lacing his fingers with Neville.
"Wow, you must have just been kids when you two got together. So…I'm guessing Kit is the submissive?" Rabbit asked.
Neville nodded, and Harry glanced at him curiously. "So…it's normal?" Neville asked cautiously.
Andy and Rabbit nodded quickly, and John stood. "I'm going to get us some drinks. Andy, you want a muffin too?"
Andy nodded, and John went to the counter. Pepper lent forward with a grin. "Love the hair, Kit. So is that your real name, or a fake one? I use a fake one, and so does Rabbit, obviously."
"Stage name." Neville said with a small smile.
"Ooh, you act or something?" Rabbit asked.
Harry shook his head quickly. "We're in a band."
"Oh, cool. So, you guys are new…any questions you're dying to ask?"
Harry shrank in his seat slightly. He had no idea what BDSM was- Neville apparently thought it was a good idea for them to be here. Neville spoke up.
"What does BDSM stand for exactly?"
"Bondage, Discipline, Sadism, and Masochism. There's also D/s, which is Dominance and submission. A lot of people have different titles, though, it really depends on who you ask." Pepper rattled off.
Harry's eyes went round. Discipline? Bondage? Those sounded interesting. He perked up in his seat a bit.
"There's lots of things in the BDSM community, why don't we introduce ourselves properly?" Andy suggested as John sat back down.
Pepper bounced in her seat. John chuckled. "Pepper, why don't you go first?"
Pepper grinned at the two newbies. "Well, I'm Pepper- I'm a submissive, and currently, I am a sub to a Mistress who could not be here today. She had to work. But I'm also a Little- that means someone who is into Age Play. In lamens terms, that means I get to color and be read to, and things like that. But I also am sent to time out if I get into trouble. I've been in the scene for two years now." She giggled with a grin.
Harry barely had time to take in what she said when Steven went next. "I'm a Dominant, but right now, I'm un-partnered. I've been in the scene for about eleven years. I'm really into rope bondage, but I wouldn't say no to cuffs either." He said with a relish.
Harry's mind boggled at using rope, wow, he wanted to try it now-
Rabbit cut in. "And I'm Rabbit! I'm actually not very active in the scene right now, as I haven't really had a partner in a while, but I make lots of cool stuff at all the conventions and events, so I like to keep up with things. Um, I've been in the scene for six years…no, seven years now. I'm Poly, as well."
"Poly?" Harry questioned.
"Multiple partners. I know, before my last partner passed away, I was with him, and another girl at the same time. We all lived together as a family."
"Oh, then we're Poly too!" Harry said with a grin. "There's other people like us!" He said excitedly to Neville.
Neville gave him a small grin, and John spoke up.
"Ahem, well, Andy and I have been married for eight years, and I've been in the scene for twenty-five years, while she's been in the scene for sixteen. She is my submissive, and we're also into Age Play. We've been hosting this group now for two years. So, you think you're Poly?"
Harry blushed. "Well…back home, we have two friends…um…"
"You can tell us anything, we're not allowed to tell anyone outside the group a thing, if you're worried about that." Andy cut in.
Neville squeezed his hand, comforting the other boy. "Well, Kit and I have been together for five years now. Our two friends got together at about the same time. I don't think they're into…stuff like we are, but for a few years now, we've all been…together. During the holidays, we lived together and everything."
"What did your families say about that?" Pepper asked curiously.
Harry bit his lip. "Our parents are dead, actually. All four of us."
"Oh. Wow. Sorry." Rabbit said, looking as though she felt bad.
Neville shook his head. "It's all right. We all met at school, and we started the band together. They're back home, taking care of business, while we go abroad to look at schools."
"Tell us about your friends!" Pepper said, clapping her hands excitedly as Joe from the counter came by and gave her some tea. "Thanks, Joe." Joe scuttled away, looking a bit nervous for some reason.
"Well, Lu is very pretty, and so is Draco. They're both blonde. Luna's got a…unique fashion sense, and Draco is a bit of a snob, sometimes." Harry said with a slight smile. "Luna's really good at writing- she's writing a book now, and she's not bad with a guitar."
"So how did you get into D/s?" Andy asked.
Harry glanced at Neville. Neville rubbed the back of his neck. "Uhm…well, we do stuff, and it feels right. It's just…it's always been that way. But I realized recently that um…maybe we need to figure out a way to do it safer? We…I really don't know if I'm doing stuff right, and I don't want to hurt Kit. In the bad way, I mean."
Harry looked at him worriedly. "You were worried about that?"
Neville gave him a slight shrug.
"Of course, that's one of the most important things you should learn!" Andy started. "Safe, Sane, and Consensual." She counted off on her fingers. "Safe, of course, means that you have a safeword, and make precautions in case of an accident. If you're doing bondage, make sure you have scissors in case Kit needs to get out quickly. Or if Kit is unable to talk, make some sort of signal in lieu of a safe word."
"Good idea." Harry said quietly.
"Oh, oh, and don't forget your rubbers, and that you always talk things through before you start something- you don't want to be in the middle of something, and someone freak out, okay?" Pepper said.
"A good way of doing that is making a list of things you like, don't like, or want to try. It's a lot of fun to do it together, not boring at all." Steven said.
Neville nodded, looking thoughtful. "So…um…any ideas for us to try out? I think I'm pretty much open to anything. Kit?"
Harry nodded quickly. "Me too."
Andy raised a brow. "Sometimes people say that, but they don't realize how much stuff one can do in the scene."
Pepper fished out some paper with a grin. "I've got paper! Let's make a list for the newbies!"
Luna smiled as she walked into the front gates of the Hogwarts grounds. She noticed that several centaurs were guarding the perimeter of the grounds, and gave her a slight nod in greeting as they saw her. She locked the gates behind her, and continued towards the forest. The grounds had been abandoned, as the students had started their classes in Bristol, where they were building the new school. Draco's meeting the day before had been successful, and now he was meeting with some of the shop owners in Hogsmeade he regularly dealt with. She was quite excited to see how it would all turn out. She headed into the forest, and walked for a bit- it wasn't long until a soft pop alerted her to a House elf. It was bundled up with a strange assortment of leaves and materials taken from the forest- it's tea towel hidden under all the it's ear, hung a bright red feather, like some of the centaurs wore. That was odd.
House Elves were not used to being out in the cold so much, but they refused to leave the Grounds.
"Oh, hello there." Luna said, bending down to look at him.
"Miss Lovegood, Chief Appleheart is wanting to meet with you right away!" It squeaked. Luna took him by the hand.
"Take me to him."
They popped away, and reappeared in a clearing. Luna's eyes widened at the sight. She'd only been in Centaur territory once before,several years beforehand, and even then, it had been fleeting. It looked quite different now. There were a number of small huts about, in addition to the taller huts for the centaurs. Considering how some of the Houseleves were walking about, she realized that the Houseelves and the centaurs were living together.
At the center of the clearing, there was a large fire, where some of the mares and the colts were gathered. It didn't take long for the centaurs to realize a human was among them. Luna had never met Appleheart before, but then again, it was rare for a human to meet with a Centaur clan chief.
A tall centaur came out of one of the larger huts. His white hair held a handful of red feathers, and he looked rather old. Firenze came up from behind her, while Bane accompanied his Father.
"Miss Lovegood. I asked the Elf here to alert me if you or any of your friends entered our Forest once more. I would like to speak with you, privately." The creature spoke.
"Of course. I would be honored." Luna whispered. She followed The Chief and his two sons into the larger hut, and stood, noticing there was nowhere to sit.
"Now, I'm sure you've noticed how the Elves are now within are camp."
Luna nodded. "We are glad that they have decided to stay here within the forest, but we centaurs do not need Elves attending to us. We are not lazy humans, we do not need their help. When we told them this, they only cried, and continued to help us. We do not have enough provisions for them for the winter."
Luna's lips thinned. "Would you like for me to convince them to leave? Where would they go?"
Appleheart shook his head. "They stay. They will be needed. Just not with us. Why have you gone?"
"Humans can't stand the cold as much as we can." Bane said, sneering slightly at the girl.
Luna bit her lip. "Kit and Neville have gone abroad, to search for other options for schooling. Draco is attempting to bring more revenue into the wizarding world- our economy was devastated with the war."
"Harry Potter is leaving England?" Appleheart looked struck, for a moment.
"Not permanently!" Luna placated. "We think that the new school in Bristol will not provide students with what they need. They are visiting other schools so they can get ideas for a new school. They will return with the spring."
"Why are you not living within the grounds, then, if you and Draconis have not left our community?"
"We have been staying at the Manor for the winter. When the weather is better, we were planning on returning."
"If you had a suitable home here, then you would stay?" The Cheif reasoned.
Luna blinked. "I...suppose we would."
"Then it shall be done. Our clan needs you here."
Luna glanced up at the sky. "Is it written?"
"There are many things written, but our best option is that you stay. You cannot leave- this land will be taken by those who wish to use it for other purposes."
Luna paled. "The Ministry? Of course, we can't let them get to the Grounds."
Appleheart only hummed, and his pale eyes went to Luna's. "Hagrid has been a great help to us, but I fear that his Colleagues may convince him to go to the new Grounds. He needs to stay as well. If you are to leave, I wish that at least one of you remain behind. Yes, we are quite good at guarding the Forest, but we are not it's Guardians."
He looked pointedly at Luna, and Luna blinked in surprise. "Are you saying..."
"Don't get ideas, human. No human owns the land, no one does." Bane cut in with a growl.
Firenze sighed, and went forward, taking Luna's hand. "It will be ready within a fortnight. Your Draco will be easily convinced." A glimmer entered his eye as he said that, and Luna gave him a small smile.
Harry and Neville were looking out the window, checking out the view of their hotel room in New York City.
"Hey, you think we have a bit of time for a shag before we meet with up with the people at NYMU?"
Harry swatted Neville's arm. "Is that what you always think about?"
Neville waggled his eyebrows. "Not always. Well?" His hands crept over his bum. "Want to start on that list?"
Harry laughed. "Later, later- we'll have plenty of time- I don't want to feel all wonky for the meeting-"
"Ah ah, the proper term I believe is sub-drop, Kit." Neville said, picking Harry up. Harry made a face at him.
"It feels wonky, so that's what I'm going to call it…Nev…" He groaned, bouncing as he hit the bed. "Don't you want to go sightseeing? Or maybe-" He was cut off with a kiss. "Or maybe-oh, Nev, ow!"
Neville chuckled, releasing his pinch. "You liked it. You got that cute little face-"
"Ow!" Harry squirmed halfheartedly under the boy, glaring at him. "Hey, we've got to get ready for the meeting, and aren't- hey!"
"We've got time."
That afternoon, the two of them were following a group of students out of the school. Harry was super excited. "I loved the classroom set ups, so muggle looking!"
The students laughed at his excitement. "You Brits are very removed from the muggles, aren't you? Some of us were going to go out tonight to a club, if you want to go…"
Harry looked pleadingly at Neville. Neville gave him a slight grin. "Yeah, we'll go. So, this place muggle?"
One of the students nodded. "It's on eighteenth and Park Ave. Called Chuck's. You drink? We could hook you up."
Harry shook his head, as did Neville.
"Alright, we'll see you then-"
As they started to walk away, Neville called back. "We could wear anything, right?"
"Yeah, casual, black, whatever. Just look cool. Got anything to wear?" One of the guys called back.
Neville gave him one of his half smiles. "Yeah, I think so."
Harry was applying his makeup for that evening when Neville came into the loo, wearing just his leather pants. Harry glanced at the boy's reflection in the mirror, arching a brow. "Well, hello. What shirt are you wearing?"
Neville shrugged. "No clue. I think I'm outgrowing some of my shirts. They're getting to be a bit tight. Um…you don't think I'm getting…uhm, fat, do you?"
Harry grinned. "No. Those shirts are probably tight because I've been putting shrinking charms on them."
"What?" Neville squawked. Harry smiled at him sheepishly, and continued to put on his eye shadow. Neville huffed, and walked back out of the loo. Harry stood, and pulled on his white sweater, buttoning up the front. He made a face, and took it off. No, he was going to a club, not another meeting.
He went to the bedroom, and found Neville ransacking their trunks for a shirt. Harry gave him a slight smile, and held up his favorite black t-shirt. "Oh, thanks." The boy mumbled, pulling it on.
Harry rummaged through the trunk. "I was thinking of wearing my shorts and tights again, what do you think?"
"That your bum looks cute." Neville said, groping said bum. "But your legs will be freezing in those tights when we go out. Why don't you try something different? Like…oh, what about that top Luna made for you?" He pulled out a light pink blouse, and Harry shook his head.
"No, I want something sexy. That's cute, but it's not sexy."
"It's sexy when you've got a little skirt on with it."
"I'm not wearing a bloody skirt in this weather, or in front of these people." Harry grumbled, pulling out Luna's black latex corset. "Where the hell-"
"Ooh, you should wear that. And the pants and boots."
"It's going to be damned uncomfortable."
"But you'll look fucking sexy. I'll help you put it on." It took a bit of work to put it on, but they finally did. They shined the latex up, since it hadn't been worn in a while. Harry looked at himself in the mirror, unsure.
"Don't worry Kit, you look fantastic."
"Thanks." Harry mumbled, unbraiding his hair. He ran his hands through it, and touched up his makeup a bit. He pulled on his coat. "I think we need to head out soon, yeah?"
"Yeah." Neville said, pulling on his own coat. He gave Harry a once over. "I'll try really hard not to shag you in the loo."
Harry rolled his eyes, blushing. "Thank you Nev."
Eyes were glued to the couple as soon as they took off their jackets. Neither really noticed the stares they garnered as they passed, looking for the group of students.
"Oh, there they are." Harry said, waving to the students, who didn't seem to recognize them at first.
"Holy shit, where did you get that outfit from?" One of the other boys whistled.
Harry grinned, and Neville wrapped an arm loosely around Harry's waist. "Kit looks hot, yeah? Lu made it back home. Let's go dance."
They headed to the dance floor, where it didn't take long for the two of them to get everyone's attention. Neville kissed Harry right there on the floor, hand cupping his cheek. Harry kissed back, groaning slightly as he felt a slight tug at his collar. Another hand slid down his back, and groped him as they turned, pulling him close against the other boy.
Harry laughed, and turned, so that Neville was holding him from behind. The others had come out onto the dance floor, and were dancing now too. Their lingering glances made Harry blush, but…he looked good, he realized.
"Kit…kit…kitty kit…." Neville purred into his ear, making Harry turn slightly to look up at him. The kissed a bit more as they danced. "Such a pretty kit." Neville breathed into his mouth. "Aren't you?"
"Uh huh." Harry murmured back. Neville smiled, and squeezed him slightly. "Everyone's looking at you, and I don't blame them."
Harry could only laugh.
Yay, another chapter complete! You like?
So, will Luna and Draco move back to the Forest? What will happen next on Harry and Neville's trip?
Will the wizarding economy ever be rebuilt? And what's going to happen with the Hogwarts Grounds?
And-and what about the band! Holy crap, they've got a lot on their plates, don't they?
Speculate all you like about what will happen next. It's fun, seeing your theories. Please review guys, I will do a little happy dance!