Ch. 7

Golden Boy's Confusion

George and Colin woke up to the smell of cooking. Still sleepy and confused, both men dressed in their underwear and left George's room into the main area to see Harry humming away. He was just in a shirt and his underwear, and he did not seem to notice them as he focused on the bacon sizzling away on the pan in front of him. George took a step forward to see that the entire stove was being used. Bacon was sizzling on one of their biggest pans as pancakes and eggs were cooking themselves, and a kettle whistling loudly. Harry stood in front of the stove with his wand out, reminding George of Mrs. Weasley.

"Morning boys," Harry hummed, not even looking at them. "Your coffee's ready George, it's on the table, I don't know if your boyfriend likes it or not so I've made some extra tea." He waved his wand and a kettle flew from the busy stovetop along with two empty mugs, which it filled with boiling water as two tea bags dropped into them.

"Someone's chipper," George said after the initial shock went away. "Something good happened last night?"

"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours," Harry said, looking back at the couple for a moment. "Colin how do you like your eggs and pancakes? George has a sweet tooth and likes his pancakes with chocolate."

"Um," the small Creevey piped out. "Is this really okay?"

"Of course, now sit down and drink your tea," Harry ordered, pointing his wand at the table. Colin looked hesitant while George chuckled. He patted Colin's butt and said, "Come on Baby, let's go."

"George!"

"What? He knows, right Harry?" George asked, looking at his flat mate.

"What? That you're a sex worker too? Yeah, I know," Harry said casually, flicking his wand so the pancakes would flipped, and smiling at the results. "Now sit down."

Colin made his way to the table and sat down before looking at Harry in shock. "Wait! What do you mean by 'sex worker too'?" he asked.

"Hmm, oh that," Harry hummed. He turned and smiled at Colin, his emerald eyes shining as he said, "I do shows too. Thank your boyfriend for that."

"What?"

George smiled ruefully and said, "Harry and I both enjoyed a show of yours. After that, we talked and Harry decided to be just like my little Baby."

"And after that, I started doing my show," Harry said. "Hiding my face of course. I've started about a month or so ago."

"That's cool, I've been doing this for half a year or so," Colin said, "So what's your name?"

"Golden Boy," Harry said.

"Golden Boy…. Oh! I've heard of you," Colin smiled. "Though I never watched any of your videos."

"That's fine, I uh would rather not talk about it," Harry said.

"Oh…. Okay, I guess," Colin said, looking apprehensive. Harry turned from him and resumed cooking in silence.

"Yeah… for right now, let's just keep Golden Boy talk between him and me, okay Baby?" George asked.

"Alright," Colin nodded. The two were silent for a moment as food presented itself on the table. Finally, Harry sat down with them and filled his own plate with eggs and bacon.

"It's not that I'm ashamed of what I do for a living," Harry said, "it's just that it's hard for me to talk about."

"Oh, okay," Colin said. He frowned a little, but quickly smiled pretty, "Can I see your toys after breakfast? I want to see what you use!"

"What?"

"Or am I being too forward?" Colin asked.

"I… maybe?" Harry said. "Not even George is allowed in now that I have everything set up."

"Oh… never mind then," Colin said a little meekly. "Sorry."

"It's… anyway, George what did you two do last night?" Harry asked.

"Oh nothing really out of the ordinary," George smiled cheekily. "We went to this muggle restaurant nearby (did you know that you can get a lot of muggle money for one Galleon?), and afterwards we went back here and… had a little fun before falling asleep. And that was our night. So, spill about everything you did with Malfoy?"

"You're dating Malfoy!" Colin gasped. Harry frowned and looked at George, who shrugged.

"Yes. I am. And Blaise Zabini," Harry said. "They're together looking for a threesome relationship. They too know that I am Golden Boy. I've been a little stupid in my secrecy I guess. I must have let something slip. Anyway, you know George, Draco ordered me to go to him wearing the clothes he picked out as well as my collar and jockstrap that I used for my show yesterday—"

"You own a collar! Daddy Georgy, I want one! Please!" Colin pouted.

"Eat your breakfast Baby, the adults are talking," George said smoothly. "Go on Harry," he said.

"Right… well… We went to this international BDSM club," Harry continued. "I didn't really catch the name of it, but it was huge with a big dance floor, pulsing music, and multiple floors."

"I know what that is!" Colin smiled, "It's called Arsene! It's supposed to be this really popular place that is really hard to get into."

"Well Draco and Blaise are members, so we can skip the line," Harry said.

"That must have cost a fortune," Colin said.

"Hmm, I didn't ask," Harry said. "Anyway, we went there and Blaise was waiting for us. We were on the third floor I believe. Anyway, we sat, talked a bit, they both had an… interesting proposition that I accepted. Then we went downstairs and danced. It was bloody embarrassing George, I mean it was fuckin' hot that I had Draco and Blaise grinding against me, you have to see them, they've grown up considerably well. But I was such an awkward thing, like I can't dance for crap! They told me to like close my eyes and feel the magic, but mostly it was just them moving me.

"But still it was nice, it was nice dancing but I definitely need practice. Well we danced for some time, I actually lost track of time, and after talking some more the two brought me home and I promised to see them during their private showings," Harry said.

"Private showings?" Colin asked. "You mean they actually actively watch you?"

"Of course, I told you that they know I'm Golden Boy," Harry said. "Now our showings are I guess them taking care of their Baby Boy as Blaise called me. But I really want to just hang out with them, know them not in a sexual environment like the club or my shows."

"Woah…. That makes sense," Colin nodded. "You know Harry, I think we can learn a lot from each other. I mean, if you want to learn how to dance, I know a place."

"You do?" Harry asked. He had a slight frown as his mind went to dancing with a pole.

"Yeah," Colin smiled. "I learn all type of dancing there. Waltz, samba, salsa, and, at night, they offer sexual dancing too." He giggled a little. "If you're worried about your dancing skills, you should come with me."

"I… thanks," Harry said. "Where is it?"

"A place in Diagon Alley," Colin said. "I'll take you there today if you want."

"Thank you for the offer Colin," Harry said.

The small man just smiled cutely and turned all his attention to the food in front of him. He took a big forkful with a little of eggs and bacon and pancakes on it and swallowed it whole. "Mm! This is so good! Usually I eat at the café I work at, but this is so much better Harry!"

"Thanks… it's nothing really," The raven-haired boy blushed. "Mrs. Weasley's food is so much better."

"But Harry's food is easily second-best," George smiled. "He makes sure your man is nice and strong for you Baby, be thankful." He gave both men a playful wink and laughed at their blushes.

The three ate breakfast, talking lightly with each other, as the morning mail came in. A few owls flew into the flat through an open window, landing on a counter and leaving the mail and Daily Prophet.

"Mail for you Harry," George said, dropping a few letters in front of Harry as he himself opened the Daily Prophet. Harry picked up his mail and sifted through them. "A letter from my doctor," he frowned. "Probably reminding me of refilling my medicine. Good, because I've been running out of one of my more important potions actually. …A letter from Blaise? That was fast…"

"Ohh, letter from a lover, Harry?" George chuckled.

"Shut it," Harry said. He quickly opened Blaise's letter and read through it. "He wants to meet me for lunch later today," he said.

"That's sweet of him, where does he want to meet?" George asked.

"Some restaurant I never heard of," Harry said. "He said that he's going to pick me up here and that I have to wear something 'sophisticated and sexy.' Whatever that means."

"Just bring your Golden Boy outfit, that'll be enough," George said. "Kidding! Just Kidding!" he added quickly when Harry glared at him.

"I… don't have anything like that," Harry said. "Last time Draco came here, he insulted my clothes."

"He did? That's not right," George said.

"Well I mostly just wear shirts and jeans, I probably stand out anywhere Blaise takes me," Harry said.

"Then tell him that. Maybe you'll be lucky, and Daddy will take you shopping," George stuck his tongue out at Harry, who glared at him again.

"Can I see your office?" Colin shot up suddenly again. "Please Harry?"

"Uhh…" Harry looked hesitant as he stared at the eager camboy.

"Please!" Colin practically jumped on his seat.

"Colin! Be nice," George snapped. Colin pouted and returned slowly to his seat, muttering something that sounded like "Sorry Daddy."

"I uh… don't see any harm… of Colin seeing it," Harry said. "As long as he doesn't…"

"Oh! Don't worry I won't talk about it at all! But maybe I can send some of my viewers your way?" Colin asked. "It's the only nice thing to do."

"I—actually that would be helpful, thanks," Harry said. "I mean, I love my viewers, but more would be great."

"Then it's a deal," Colin smiled. "Now show me your room! Ow!"

George flicked his wand lazily. "Naughty boys need to eat breakfast first," he said. "Especially after Harry took the effort to make it."

"Sorry," Colin pouted. Harry wasn't sure how to react to the two. It was so strange to the raven-haired man that the two were so open about their relationship. Pushing the confusion out of the way, he took his copy of the Daily Prophet and ate the rest of his breakfast in silence, reading the paper. When he was done, he saw that Colin was waiting anxiously yet patiently in his seat.

"I guess you can check it out," he said. "Come on, it's in my room."

"You have it in your room? Woah… I have to use my closet! I mean, it's a huge closet, but still I can't believe you used your room! I never even thought of that."

Harry just gave a sigh and flicked his wand at their empty dishes, who floated to the sink and began washing themselves. Colin followed him excitedly as the two made their way to Harry's room.

"Woah, it's smaller than George's room," Colin commented as they walked in. "And what's with that purple wall?"

"That is a partition," Harry said. "Behind there is… my office."

"Cool!" Colin smiled. He moved to reached for the door handle, but Harry quickly grabbed his arm. "Wait!" he said. The two stood in the middle of Harry's room. Harry yanked Colin away from the partition door and quickly moved to the handle, holding it so Colin couldn't.

"Come on! I want to see," Colin pouted, acting immature. Harry frowned and looked at his partition. For some reason he found his hands trembling and a cold sweat began to form across his forehead. He turned his back to Colin and stared at his partition. Why couldn't his hands move?

"Come on!"

"Actually… I think it would be best if you didn't see," Harry said.

"But you said—"

"I've changed my mind," Harry said. "I don't want anyone to see this. Now, if you excuse me, I'll have to dress for my date later today." He turned and rushed Colin out of the room, slamming the door behind the small man. He leaned on it, his forehead drenched in a cold sweat as he stared at his hand. "Why couldn't I open it?"

"Harry? You alright?" George called out. "Colin said that you've just pushed him out of your room."

"Yeah… sorry, I just changed my mind about showing him my office," Harry lied. "I acted a little too roughly though. Sorry Colin."

"It's fine, I'm sure that it's just a misunderstanding," George said. "Still, you okay?"

"Yeah… I'm just going to stay in here for a bit, find some clothes for my date, alright?"

"Sure thing, I'll take Colin out then," George said.

Harry nodded, forgetting that there was a door between them, and moved to his bed. Sitting down he waited until he heard George's and Colin's retreating footsteps, and the sure-tell sound of their front door opening and closing.

Why did that happen? Harry pondered to himself. He decided to sit on his bed for a while, waiting for his head to clear.

Then he continued to wait.

And waited.

Sitting.

Doing nothing.

Time left him.

He just sat there.

Waiting.

Nothing.

…

"Harry! You in here?"

Harry jumped, surprised. How long was he sitting?

"Baby Boy, you in here? The door was unlocked so…"

"Blaise! I'm in my room," Harry said. He jumped off his bed and rushed to the door. It was only after he opened it that he realized he was still dressed in the shirt and underwear he slept in. Blaise was standing in front of the door, looking impeccably handsome as always. He was dressed in a button down shirt, this time fully buttoned, and dress pants and shoes. He smirked down at Harry as he took in his loose shirt and underwear.

"When I say dress sophisticated and sexy, this wasn't exactly what I was thinking about Baby Boy," Blaise chuckled.

"Sorry… I uh lost tract of time," Harry blushed.

"That's alright Harry," Blaise chuckled. "May I come in?"

"Yeah sure, sure," Harry nodded. He moved out of the way for Blaise to walk in. The Slytherin looked around the room and noticed the partition. "That's a weird choice," he said, pointing at it.

"My office is behind that," Harry said. "Can you please don't touch it? Umm… I'll explain why when we're out. I need to take a shower so make yourself comfortable."

"Alright, you don't mind if I look through your clothes, do you?" Blaise asked. "Draco was nagging about how you had nothing to wear, and I want to see it for myself."

"Go nuts," Harry said. "Just… please don't touch my partition? Please?"

"Of course Baby Boy, wouldn't dream of it," Blaise said.

"Thank you," Harry sighed. He looked relieved as he left the room, leaving Blaise to himself. The Dom kept his word and kept to Harry's clothes. Draco was true in that Harry did not have much variety in his clothing, the boy seemed to prefer muggle shirts and jeans over anything, and the boy only owns two robes. The rest of the clothing looks to be his old school uniforms. Smirking to himself, Blaise pocketed that information to give it to Draco later.

"Looks like our lunch can wait," Blaise said to himself. "Baby Boy needs new clothes."

He moved to Harry's bed and waited patiently for him. Harry walked in ten minutes later, dripping wet with a towel wrapped around his waist, revealing his wet, golden skin and seductive nipples that were perky.

"So, what do you think?" Harry asked.

"Besides the fact I want to throw you on your bed and lick every inch dry?" Blaise chuckled. "You need new clothes Baby Boy, so I'm changing our plans."

"Oh?"

"Yes," Blaise said. "We're going to buy some clothes for you. I mean… your wardrobe is alright, but believe me, Draco will whine about it."

"I guess… I mean, I don't have any taste," Harry admitted.

"That's why I'm here, Baby Boy," Blaise chuckled. "I'll wait outside."

"No need," Harry said. "I'm naked for a living. I'm sure I can dress in front of you easily." He moved to the wardrobe and blushed a little as he dropped his towel, revealing his plump ass for Blaise. The Dom chuckled and took a more relaxed position on Harry's bed as the boy pulled out a drawer in his wardrobe and put on a pair of tight green underwear. "I find these more comfortable then boxers funny enough," Harry said without looking at Blaise. He then took out a shirt and jeans and quickly put them on.

"There, easy," he said turning to Blaise.

"Easy, yet you look so adorable," Blaise chuckled. "Come on Baby Boy, let's go."

"Where are we going shopping?" Harry asked.

"Well there are the clothing shops here, as well as in Muggle London. And Knockturn Alley. Though I'm sure that you don't go in there," Blaise chuckled. Harry blushed and looked at him.

"It's hard but… I go there sometimes. Just for the sex toys," Harry admitted.

"Why is it hard?" Blaise asked.

"It's because of… my P.T.S.D. as stupid as it sounds," Harry said. "I'm still afraid that I would get attacked there. It's stupid, I'm sorry."

"No, no, don't be sorry," Blaise said. "It's understandable, I mean, after everything you went through it would be surprising if you came out unscathed." Harry frowned a little but said nothing. Instead he just nodded and reached out for Blaise's hand.

The two held hands lightly as they left the flat, Harry locking the door behind them. Blaise led Harry down the stairs, and out of the store onto the cobblestone street of Diagon Alley. The two walked down a little in a pleasant silence. The street was fairly crowded, so Harry had to make sure he hugged close to Blaise as they made their way towards the first store. "First we'll get you some proper dress robes," Blaise said. "I know this somewhat expensive place."

"Please Blaise, I don't think I'll feel comfortable if you spend too much on me," Harry said.

"Then think of it as an investment, Baby Boy," Blaise said. "Two Doms investing into your development as our submissive. Sounds good?"

"I guess," Harry said, though he still looked reluctant. Blaise just chuckled and squeezed his hand. "So, what happened earlier this morning that got you bend out of shape?"

"Oh right," Harry said. "George had Colin over. Colin Creevey, they're dating apparently. Anyway, Colin also does shows like mine, and we talked a little. He offered a place where they teach dancing and asked if he could see my office. I didn't think much about it so I agreed, and we went to my room. Colin grabbed for the partition and I just stopped him. I don't know what came over me, but I just didn't want Colin to open the door. I've put my hand on it and found that it was shaking, I couldn't move. After that I threw Colin out and… just sat on my bed until you came in."

"Interesting," Blaise said, though he was frowning with concern. "And how do you feel now?"

"Relaxed," Harry said. "But I still don't understand why I couldn't let Colin see my office. I mean, we both ride dildos for a living."

"Well, when do you open your office?" Blaise asked.

"Whenever I do a show," Harry said.

"Do you open it when you don't do a show?" Blaise asked.

"No, I don't," Harry said. "I want to keep my life and Golden Boy's separate."

"Then what do you call this?" Blaise chuckled as he lifted their hands up for emphasis.

"Well… I don't know," Harry said. "I mean, Draco asked me out before you and he figured out I was Golden Boy."

"That's your problem Baby Boy," Blaise said. "You are separating yourself. You have to accept that you and Golden Boy and Golden Boy is Harry Potter."

"But what if somebody else finds out?" Harry frowned. "I can't just stop using my charms."

"You can hide your face on the show, but you need to accept it internally," Blaise said. "It's like when you find out you're gay. You can try to separate the two, but sooner or later you're going to have to accept it as part of your life."

"That—that's not the case," Harry said softly.

"It is Baby Boy," Blaise said. "I'm not telling you to just declare to the world that you're a porn star, but just accept it yourself. That's all."

"I'll think about it," Harry said after a long pause.

"That's all I want from today," Blaise smiled. "Now come on, let's make you sexy outside your office." Chuckling to himself, he brought Harry into the first store. It was a robes store that Harry hadn't been in before. As soon as they stepped in, Blaise began giving orders and workers were at their beck and call as they measured every inch of Harry's body. Blaise just smirked cockily as Harry was measured, and a robe seemed to be made right before his eyes with each added measurement.

It was a black dress robe with a low collar, meant to be worn over a button-up shirt and pants, opened so all can see. Blaise made sure that Harry had a few of the same type of robes in various colors, emerald green, dark blue, a vivid red, and several black. Afterwards, they went into muggle London surprisingly, and Blaise carted Harry around, going in and out of so many stores that Harry became busy trying to keep track of it all. At the end of the day, both their hands were full of bags of clothes, and Blaise waited until they were in Diagon Alley before he called for several house-elves. "Bring these into Harry's room," he commanded. "Half of them will go into his wardrobe. What you cannot fit will go into mine."

"Blaise!"

"Now you have an incentive to come to my place," Blaise said with a wink. Harry blushed but giggled softly. Being with Blaise was fun. During their shopping experience, no matter how dizzy Harry felt, Blaise always had an easy smile and always made Harry laugh. The house-elves bowed and with a snap their bags were gone. "Come on, I promised lunch," Blaise said.

"Right," Harry nodded. He followed Blaise again, and was shocked to see they were heading to Colin's café. "I thought we were going to a restaurant or something," He said.

"There is always time for that later," Blaise said. "For now, I need to get food into my beautiful sub." Harry blushed, but agreed.

The two entered the café and were quickly seated outside. It was strange, in Harry's opinion, he met Draco here and now here he was, having a date with Blaise. After getting their food, Harry looked up at Blaise to see he was smiling at him. "W-What?"

"Nothing, it just never struck me how beautiful you are," Blaise smiled. "We should have gotten together at school. You, Draco, and me."

"I don't think so," Harry said. "Draco and I, we wouldn't get along back then. We were both too immature."

"Maybe," Blaise mused. "But now that we have you Harry, we're never letting go. I just know that you're the sub we have been waiting for."

"I hope so," Harry said. "Our date was… nice. I liked it, being between you two."

"Good thing baby, because I'll make sure that you're never away from us," Blaise said seductively. "Mmm… I think I'll leave you tied up on our bed. Your ass open and exposed, showing anyone who comes in what a slutty boy you are. Then, when you're untied, I'll plug your ass with the thickest plug we have while Draco and I shower you in kisses and love. Does that sound good, Baby Boy?"

Harry groaned in response, his cock twitching at Blaise's words. Blaise chuckled and leaned back, crossing his arms. "But before any of that Baby Boy, we will need to earn our trust. Which will take time. So for now, let's just enjoy our lunch."

Harry nodded and the two kept their conversation about everyday things. When they were done, Blaise walked home, and at the flat Blaise said, "When is your private show with Draco?"

"During his lunch break on Monday, why?" Harry asked.

"Wear your school uniform and use our gift," Blaise said.

"Why?" Harry asked, furrowing his brow.

"Because I commanded you to do it, boy," Blaise said.

"Oh, okay Daddy," Harry nodded.

"Good boy, I'll see you later, okay Baby Boy?" Blaise kissed Harry's cheek, which caused the sub to whine. "What?"

"Lips…"

"You'll get my kiss when you earn it," Blaise said.

"What do I have to do, Daddy?" Harry asked. He could feel Golden Boy starting to come out. I'm not in the office, go back!

"You already know what to do Harry," Blaise chuckled, "goodbye."

And with that, he closed the door, leaving Harry frustrated, confused, yet overall happy. Smiling to himself, Harry made his way to his room and saw the bags upon bags of clothes on his bed and in his wardrobe. Giving a sigh, he closed the door and started organizing his new clothes, his thoughts on Draco and Blaise.