Chapter 19: Glad you could come.

(Disclaimer in chapter 1!)

A/n: As you may, or may not know (or remember,) there is also a side-story one-shot to accompany our previous chapter, making it stand between chapters 17 and 18 in our story.

It's a PWP Twincast/Harry, and you better go read it. Now. Or… maybe after you read this. And review, of course. This and the other. It's called 'Gravity Games'. You can hardly miss it.

Enjoy!

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Finishing his last scrap of homework for the while, Harry looked at his watch in surprise. Band practice start

s in 5 minutes.

He quickly got to his wardrobe and opened it. Staring at all of his neatly folded clothes, he frowned.

"I have nothing to wear!"

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Four minutes later Harry was found running out of his room to the main muggle studies classroom.

If Harry thought that there would be at least 40 kids in the music program, he was mistaken. There were less then twenty. But that didn't stop them from staring at him as he walked through the door.

And why wouldn't they?

He would have stared at himself too, Oh, wait, I did! He snickered mentally to himself as he remembered that two of the last four minutes were spent staring at himself in the mirror.

He was dressed in a simple white tank top (one which showed his muscles) and a pair of his oldest jeans. So old that they were ripped in so many places that you could clearly see his toned thighs and calves.

"Harry, glad you could come." A feminine voice was heard and Harry turned to look at Tonks with some surprise.

"Tonks? What are you doing here? I thought Lupin's the teach?"

Tonks laughed. "Remus? No way. The man can't carry a tune for his life." She gave a mischievous smile. "But me on the other hand…"

Harry grinned and played along. "Of course, how could I forget? Not only smart and beautiful but a musician as well."

Tonks nodded with a grin before taking his hand and spinning him around. Whistling, she remarked. "You look hot."

Harry blushed. "Thanks, you don't look half as bad yourself." He was right; Tonks was wearing a pink baby doll dress complete with matching white shoes, why she even made sure to combine her hair in the set, turning it long and snow-white.

She was receiving quite a lot of stares from the students, both jealous and lustful. But, Harry noticed, Tonks was oblivious to them all.

"Okay, so here's how it goes, you listen to everything I say and we'll get along fine, understood?" Everyone nodded and Tonks grinned.

"Great. Now, who plays what?"

"Granger?" Hermione smirked arrogantly. "I play the piano." Tonks nodded as she pointed to another student. "Weasley?"

"I love the drums." Harry snorted at that and Tonks picked him next. "Harry?"

He blushed, knowing that some wouldn't let him forget it. "I play the cello." And he was right; he could hear Draco chuckling from the other side of the room.

"Draco, Blaise, Pansy?"

"A violin." "Guitar." "A harp."

Tonks started at the last answer. "Really? Wow most can't do it at all, you must be good."

Pansy blushed at the complement.

Tonks went on about asking others about their instruments before she nodded. "Great, so we have the info and now all we need is the lesson plan." She went to her desk and started rummaging in the drawers. "Where is that thing? I know I have it here somewhere." She started throwing things around, and Harry grinned when Tonks through a dog collar at him absent mindedly.

"Ha! I knew Lupin was one kinky wolf!" Draco whispered in his ear and Harry started wondering how in the world the blond crossed the classroom so fast without Harry noticing it.

"So true." Harry eyed up the collar with a shudder. It was a simple black studded one and defiantly was for Sirius when he was out of his Animagus form due to the lack of hair residue not to mention the size.

Hey, at least she didn't find a cock ring!

"So, a cello, huh?" Draco whispered as he watched Tonks flipping her stuff around still trying to find the sheets.

"Your point?" Harry wasn't in the mood.

"Well, I think I can understand. You're not getting any, so you get something hard between your legs. But Potter, haven't you ever heard of sex toys?"

Harry glared even if he was a bit amused by Draco's wordings. "For your information I am playing the cello because I had a muggle teacher who didn't care about anything that spilled from my relatives' lips and taught me despite it all. Unfortunately once my cousin found out, the Dursleys stopped it, but she made it up by giving me fake detentions and teaching me then. Well she did until those too were canceled."

Harry couldn't see it but Draco was frowning (the boy stood behind him.) "Why did they do that?"

"They hated my guts, why wouldn't they?"

Tonks gave a sudden cry of excitement. "Ah ha!! I think I have it….wait, no, that's no it…what is this?" She flipped through the pages she found, her eyes widening (As did her smile) on every page she turned.

"Oh, I knew Remus loved reading but… seriously…." She giggled. "Can't believe old moony reads slash!"

Harry gasped in shock as he reached over and plucked the papers from Tonks' hands.

"Hey!" she cried out. "That's mine."

Harry raised a brow. "Sorry professor, but this is my godwolf things, so I think I'll be the one to keep-I mean give it back."

Tonks grinned at him. "Well, I'm sure he wouldn't be missing it now. So how about this, we both read it after Band and then make copies and give it back."

Harry grinned right back. "Kay."

"Excellent, now to find those papers…" She was about to dive right back into those drawers when pansy's hesitant voice stopped her.

"Hmm, professor? Aren't they on the table near the basket of apples?" Tonks stopped as she turned to look at said pages before grinning and whooping in delight. "Yep those are the ones, thanks darling." She winked at her and pansy blushed.

Draco made gagging sounds.

"Well here you go." Tonks handed the pages around and Harry noticed that they are music sheets. "This is what we will be playing for Halloween."

When she noticed the weird looks she got, she paused. "Oh shoot, I forgot Dumbledore didn't mention the dance yet."

"Dance?"

"Oops…"

"What do you mean, dance?"

"Hmm, well, its, like, well, a dance, you know? What's more to it?" Tonks shrugged in confusion, "but hey, you are going to play in it, and you know what else? You're not the only ones playing."

Most were intrigued, but Tonks just giggled and placed a finger on her mouth. "But I'm not telling!"

There were groans but Tonks ignored them. "Anyway, I want you to work on these sheets. So let's start practicing… Potter, get the cello, Granger, piano, the rest of you likewise, get your instruments."

Harry walked over to the wall where all the instruments lay, and picked the one that suited him the most. It was a big, dark red color with thick black strings that when Harry strummed one, it provided a low, deep note. Nodding in satisfaction, Harry took it with him.

As they all sat in their seats, Tonks took the conductor's place. Grinning from ear to ear, she raised her baton before speaking. "Okay, ready….three two one…"

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…..bang, bang, BANG….meeeooowwww…..beep, beep….

It was a canopy of sounds, one didn't remotely match or sound the same and nothing played a tune right.

"ENOUGH!!" Tonks screamed, hands held to her head. "Okay, this is obviously not working. Hmm, you made me wonder, how many of you can actually read notes?"

About five had raised their hands; Ron Weasley was one of them. "Okay, well, we will work on you later. How about you'll sit this one out? -It wasn't a question." She added quickly when Ron opened his mouth to complain.

"Right. Harry, please play the notes in front of you."

He took the bow and played the beautiful sad melody written down in front of him. His heart connected to the music instantly. It seemed that those notes spoke to him, consoling and comforting him after all he had to go through. Spoke to his pain and gave him peace of mind. The deep base notes blended with his soul. He smiled.

"Well done, Harry, well done!" Tonks said amidst the clapping and cheering of the other students. "Now this will only be the base line of the whole masterpiece. Pansy- let's hear the harp, Shall we?"

And that's how they spent the next few hours, playing the same piece over and over from different instruments each time, making notes and suggestions. Those who couldn't read notes were told to stay after so they could learn, but everyone got the main feel of the piece and knew more or less what was expected of them.

"Don't forget to practice! The room will be open for you every day, right after lunch hour. Next week, we'll practice doing this together. See ya!"

The students hurried out, each talking about the lesson they just had.

"Well, Potter, you shocked me." Draco spoke as he looked at the boy-who-lived-to-annoy-his-godfather. "I really thought you would suck, what with your past experiences, but like I said, I'm surprised."

Harry snorted. "Likewise, Draco dearest. So where did you put Lyra?"

Draco grimaced.

"I was supposed to put her with the cat but a certain cousin of Blaise grabbed her and ran off before I had the chance."

Blaise snickered. "It's not like she would kill it."

Harry stared. "Last time she held her, Lyra was deprived of food."

Draco's eyes widened as he grabbed his best friend's and lover's shirt and pulled him close. "Bring her back, or you aren't getting any for a month."

Blaise gulped and nodded hurriedly. Harry raised a brow.

"I am not wasting my perfect grade and the prize on a crazy little girl who so needs to get a life." Draco huffed with a shake of his head.

"Rrrrright." Harry nodded and when Draco wasn't looking he put his finger to his head and gave the world-wide sign of 'crazy!!'

Blaise nodded agreeably before freezing, wide eyed, when Draco turned to look at him once more. "What the hell are you still doing here!? Go!!" His lover didn't need to be told twice.

Harry frowned at the blond. "Tell me Draco, my dear, but in your relationship, who bottoms?" Draco flushed red and Harry had his answer.

"Knew it." The boy laughed as Tonks left the room.

"Wotcher Harry! Are you up for reading those fics?" She winked at him. Harry, after watching Draco's scolding face, hurriedly nodded.

"Great, let's go to my rooms, it's going to be so much fun!"

Harry raced along with her leaving Draco standing in the corridor.

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About two and a half hours of lots of giggling and merciless teasing later, in which Harry desperately wished he was alone or in the company of a guy version of Tonks, the raven hair boy walked down the corridor leading to the stairs, flushed and glazed eyed as ever.

Maybe I should give that useful room another go... get weightless again-

"Potter!" Harry froze when he heard that voice. Great what did he do now?

Severus Snape stalked towards him, eyes narrowed and cloak billowing behind him (A/n: a sight for sore eyes… like you wouldn't want him coming for you…) and Harry wished he had come while in Tonks' room and not waited 'till he got to his.

"Yes mas-err…professor?" Harry was glad he retreated quickly once remembering Draco's warning.

"What are you doing here, Potter?" It obviously wasn't what he wanted to say, but Harry didn't dare question him.

"Ummm… reading? I was reading with Tonks." Harry wondered why he was scared of admitting that.

"I see, and while you suddenly possessing enough sense to actually work your mind is quite a commendable feat, it is still no reason for you to be wondering the corridors after curfew."

Harry stared before his mind comprehended the words, (he had to ignore the deep low voice that defiantly didn't help relieve him,) before his eyes widened as he took a look at his watch.

"Fuck." Harry cursed quietly when he saw that it was an hour after curfew. "We didn't mind the time, sir." Harry winched.

"Does it look like I care for your pathetic excuses?" Harry didn't bother answering. "Detention and ten points from Gryffindor, Potter."

The boy nodded, hoping he could get away.

"Potter?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Can you say 'master' one more time?" Harry froze eyes wide.

"What?"

"Did I stutter? Say it."

"Master?" Harry squeaked and the man glared.

"Speak clearly, you wretched boy."

Harry bit his lip. "Ummm…Mas-Master?" The voice was still a bit high and it was obvious that Snape noticed.

"I will not repeat myself, Potter. Say it."

Harry sighed and lowered his head. "Master." He whispered, dejected.

Snape narrowed his eyes and started at the teen calculatedly. "Very well, dismissed. And don't let me catch you here again."

Harry didn't stick around.

He ran as fast as he could till he was a full two stories up and even then he had to enter the boy's bathroom, as scared as he was to not being caught.

Groaning, Harry stared at the mirror hanging on the wall.

Great, Pothead, look what you did; now he would never want you, stupid slut.

He could feel tears in his eyes from his thoughts but hastily wiped them away.

No, Severus didn't look disgusted, from what the twins said, he was licking his lips just from watching my body, just from watching me fuck.

A small smile broke free. The angst ridden thoughts vanished, and his mind filled with thoughts of his Severus and him naked.

Unbidden, the memories of the talk earlier came up and Harry groaned at being so close to his love without doing a thing, being so close while so hard.

His hand trailed down and Harry moaned silently when he felt himself leaking.

Biting his lip, the boy thought of the story he read with Tonks in her room. The various scenes came up in his mind as he lightly stroked himself under his jeans.

….Your mine Oliver, and I will play with you as I see fit…

The dance of naked bodies all moving together in a rhythm amazed him as the slave looked around in wonderment, hoping his master will enjoy and use him like all the rest.

…oh please master; I'll be your obedient pet…

It honestly didn't faze Harry in the least that the fics Remus was reading were BDSM ones- master slave ones. He certainty wouldn't complain about it, even if the thought of his godfather tied up and collared at Remus' feet was odd.

Hmm, strike that, that picture was hot, especially if Harry could do the same with his own master.

…take it all in pet, you know you want to…don't you want to make your master happy?

Oh, Harry would give anything to be in that position, making his master Severus happy and pleased with him.

"Oooh master…" Harry hissed out as his strokes evened out, the rhythm settled. He bit his lip when his thumb brushed his head and rubbed the pre-cum around.

Harry groaned in frustration when his pants got in the way and constricted him when he tried to fasten his strokes. With a hurried huff, he quickly opened the zipper and let them pull at his feet, liking the feeling of being almost tied down.

…Master, please….

Harry gasped as he raised a finger to his mouth; needing at least that in his ass if he couldn't get anything else.

….open wide…I'll take you so hard, you'll ache for a week, pet…but you'll love it…I know I will…

"Ohh, please." Harry moaned, not bothering to hush his cries, only caring about his up-coming release.

He didn't hear the steps which stopped outside the door, didn't even notice the moans and gasps he produced, only wanting his finger in his ass and his cum covering his hand.

"Master." He breathed out, feeling his balls tightening, the sudden head rush, the way he felt lightness and warmness spreading from his feet to his cock.

"Oh fuck me, please." His finger was stroking his sweet spot while his other hand grabbed hard at his head.

He was close, oh so close and right before he came, he thought of another part in the story.

…take me, play with your toy, master….need you so much…please…

Harry opened his eyes and watched his reflection staring right back at him. His face was flushed, eyes lidded, mouth red and open.

Perfection, the twins would call him.

Debauched, Jonathan would say.

Sated was more the way Harry thought it, but hey, the rest worked too.

Slowly, unbelieving he was doing this, he rose the cum-covered hand to his mouth, gently sucking each digit, cleaning himself thoroughly.

When he finished, he washed his hands, knowing that now was the time to return to his room.

Fate didn't agree.

Opening the door, Harry froze when he bumped into a hard body.

A hard male body.

"Oh for fuck's sake. Again? Please no." He thought to himself before he heard the snort which told him that he spoke out loud.

"Didn't I tell you to go to your room straight away?" The voice sent shivers running down his spine and Harry thought that if he kept this up, he was going to suffer another problem.

"I needed to use the bathroom." Harry found himself saying.

"Oh?" A raised of a perfectly shaped brow- Is anything not perfect with the man?

"Hmm, yes?" It was more of a question but Snape didn't care.

"Tell me Potter, why should I believe you?"

"Because it's the truth!"

"Really? You expect me to believe it took you half an hour to listen to nature's call?"

Harry flushed at the wording and Snape continued.

"Now, I want a truthful answer. What were you doing instead of going to your room like I specifically said?"

"I…" I got so hard while reading some porn and then you got me leaking at the middle of the corridor so I had to fix it. "…Ummm."

"I see." Snape stared at him the same way as before; calculatedly, assessing. "Two week of detention, Potter."

"What? Why?" Harry cried out and Snape snorted.

"Wandering after curfew, what else?"

"But that's not fair!"

"Shall we make it three?"

Harry backed down. "Fine sir, can I go now?"

The potion master nodded and Harry hurried away. "Oh, Potter?"

He froze, turning around. "Yes?"

"Your fly is open." Harry stared, looked down, and flushed red before he ran the hell away.

The last thing he heard was Snape docking ten points for running in the halls.

Tbc.

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A/n: Hey what's up? Besides the ceiling or the lamp or the sky, oh do shut up! This is DikiCat speaking (writing) and I came here to tell you a massage; I come in peace. Get it, come in peace? Oh why do I bother?

Dido my love or your RockJunkie if you must, published a nice little not-so-innocent story about the twins and Harry getting it on. It's an accompanying piece to our previous chapters and let me tell you, it's hot!!

Anyhow, me thinks that now after you review, you should read that one and review it too. It deserves it!!

Now don't call me mad but DikiCat (your one and only) is perhaps joining another four more years at school for free so she could get her degree and not just a stupid diploma.

Hmm, okay important things next… hmm, what were they?

RockJunkie: you're an idiot-

DikiCat: -Tell me something I don't know.

RockJunkie: A whale's cock is several meters long. Isn't that nice? Now where was I? Right, school. School is boring, I hate it. What else?

Hmm, weird I think that's it. Are we sick or something?

DikiCat: (bouncing up and down) Tell them it's over. I want to write some more!!

RockJunkie: (rolls her eyes) Till next time, folks…