Author: Muttzrock
Title: Bedtime Story
Chapter Title: Spice Boys
Disclaimer: OWN NOTHING!! NOT ONE DROP!
Pairings: Adult Harry/Draco, mentions of Oliver/Marcus, Ron/Hermione, Sirius/Remus, and young Harry/Draco.
Warnings: Language and sexual incidents but nothing too explicit.
Summary 1: In the future, Harry and Draco are married with kids. They tell them the story of how they got together.
Summary 2: The band is set up and Marcus is still having...erm...problems
Notes: Im a bit hyper and dazed at the mo so this will turn out to be an interesting fic (my site www(dot)bedtimexstory(dot)proboards(dot)com)
"What was Marcus's problem?" Dan asked curiously.
Harry and Draco looked at each other and silently agreed to ignore the question and carry on with the story.
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One minute Harry was innocently walking along the corridors, then the next minute he found himself standing on a stage in the middle of the room of requirements with his four dorm mates.
"This is ridiculous!" Harry told himself, as he had to watch Ginny, Hermione and Draco plotting something no doubt incredibly embarrassing. "Ron?"
"Yeah?" His best friend answered.
"We're gonna have to wear paper bags over our heads for the rest of our school life, right?"
"Right." Ron mumbled.
"I actually think this is going to be fun." Seamus chipped in with a grin.
"Yes but you're not normal Seamus." The redhead told him. Dean sighed.
"I can't believe this, I've only just come to terms with my homosexuality why do I have to dress in drag to be proud?"
"Because it's fun!" Draco answered him.
"You would say that, you're the one watching us!" Ron argued.
Draco shrugged in response. "I guess you're right Ronald."
"You're being very quiet Neville." Dean pointed out.
"I am pretending I'm not here." The geeky boy told him.
"Fair does."
"I'm a sixteen year old boy, get me out of here." Ron mumbled.
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Marcus lay in bed with his hand down his trousers trying in vain to wank himself to get an erection but no use, he pulled his hand out. This was bad, this was very, very bad. No erection means no sex, and no sex means NO SEX!!! How was Marcus expecting to survive?
"Marcus stop beating yourself up over it." Oliver told him as he walked in.
"I'm not." He mumbled.
The Scot sighed and lay next to Marcus. "Don't worry about it."
"Easy for you to say."
"True but babe you can't force yourself to get hard."
"But no stiffy means no sex!" Marcus said desperately.
"Is there anyway I can help, you think?"
"Could give me a strip tease? That always used to do the trick." The Chaser asked hopefully, Oliver smirked and kissed Marcus before straddling him.
After stripping completely naked there was still no movement from the English man.
"This is the worst thing that could happen!" Marcus groaned dramatically.
******
Meanwhile Percy and Adrian were in a café talking about the baby.
"Well what should we do?" The ex-Slytherin asked after a while of silence.
Percy shrugged sadly. "I don't know, all I now is that I'm keeping it."
"Will you tell him or her I'm the father?"
"Yes of course." Percy frowned; "I'm not heartless."
"I never said you were, I just thought you were still angry at me."
"I am still angry at you." Adrian looked into his ex's eyes without blinking.
"I am so sorry for what I did to you. I promise it won't ever happen again. I want us to give it another try." He asked honestly.
The redhead wanted to say yes, no matter what he said and did he still loved his ex.
"I don't want us to get back together."
"Oh I see." The dark haired man's face fell.
"No let me finish, I don't want us to get back together if it's just for the baby, I want us to get back together because we want to."
"I do want to get back together for us."
"You're going to have to prove yourself to me."
"How do I do that?"
"I don't know."
"That's not really helpful."
"Well I'm pregnant."
Adrian frowned. "Huh?"
"It's my new response to anything I can't be bother to think of an answer for."
*********
A few minutes later in the room of requirements, the scheming trio had wrote a song and when they gave it to the five boys they were all gobsmacked and Neville fainted.
"This is so not wicked!" Ron mumbled.
"I like it!" Seamus piped up.
Dean sighed and looked up to the ceiling.
"This is who you chose for me to fall for?" Seamus and Ron looked up to the ceiling.
"Dean who are you talking to?" Weasley asked.
"I'm talking to God." The muggle born boy told them.
"Oh I've heard about him, old bloke, big beard, lives in the clouds?" The Irish bloke asked.
"No that's Zeus." Ron corrected.
"Zeus isn't real." Dean rolled his eyes.
"Dean a lot of people in the wizardingly world still believe in the Greek Mythology." Hermione told him.
"That's so stupid!" Dean mumbled.
"Alright who is God?" Ron challenged.
"Is he an old guy, big beard, lives up in the clouds?" Seamus asked.
"Well yeah he does live in the clouds, but he has a son that saved us all."
"Like a hero?"
"Yeah kinda."
"Like Hercules then?" Ron raised an eyebrow.
"Well yeah maybe." Dean answered uncomfortably.
"Dean you better get off the subject before someone gets offended." Harry advised.
"We have come up for names for all of you." Ginny announced, after waking Neville up.
"Should I be scared?" Harry asked.
"Pertrified!" Hermione winked in a way Draco would have done.
"Ron, we should not let Hermione and Draco spend too much time together."
"Hush!" The youngest Weasley ordered; "Right Seamus you're 'Baby' Spice."
"Sounds good to me." The Irish boy grinned.
"Dean, you're 'Scary' spice."
"I'm not scary at all."
"You are when you talk about football!" His boyfriend butted in.
"Ron, you're 'Ginger' Spice."
"Oh how appropriate!" Ron mumbled sarcastically.
"Harry you're 'Sporty' Spice." The Boy Who Lived nodded without a word.
"And Neville you're 'Posh' spice."
"Why?" He asked curiously.
"Well you don't have to sing anything except the chorus but you do have to wear a short black dress." Neville fainted again.
"Is it normal for someone to faint as often as he does?" The blonde Slytherin asked, the Gryffindors shrugged.