Ch. 11

Golden Boy's Lessons

Harry's dance lessons started a week after his night with Draco and Blaise. The two were adamant to go with him to check the dance studio out because, as Harry liked to reminded Draco, the blonde is paying half for the lessons while the sub is picking up the remainder.

The dance studio was located in Diagon Alley. Harry was dressed in a tee and sweats, something he didn't mind dirtying with sweat, while Draco and Blaise wore their proper suits, though Blaise's top two buttons were open. The studio was a decent size, they entered a small waiting room with seats lined against the walls, some of them taken by open bags. There was a counter, and a perky looking witch with her hair tied in a tight bun reading the latest copy of Witch Weekly.

"Excuse me?" Harry said.

"Yeah?" she said, not looking up from her magazine.

"I came to sign up for classes… my friend Colin Creevey told me about this place," Harry said. "We've already put down a deposit for the first ten lessons."

"What's your name?"

"Harry Potter."

"Ha! Yeah right," the witch snorted.

"This really the place Creevey suggested?" Blaise sneered. "The employees are ugly and idiotic."

"Hey!" The witch said, finally looking up. Her eyes fell onto Harry and immediately traveled up to Harry's scar, which his hair usually hid. "Oh my god! You're really are Harry Potter!"

"Yes he is, and you are an idiot," Draco sneered. "If everyone here are dumpty like you, I must say we will ask for a full refund!"

"Draco!" Harry said, shocked.

"Harry!" It was not Draco nor Blaise who called his name. The three turned to see Colin Creevey's smiling face, wearing a pair of tight yoga pants and tee shirt. "There you are!" He bounced to the three men and smiled at them. "Come on Harry, class is about to start. And don't mind her, Barbara's just a bitch."

The witch just gave Creevey a middle finger as the pixie boy pulled Harry out of the small waiting room and into the dance studio proper. Blaise and Draco followed after.

It was a large room with walls that seemed to be four large mirrors pushed together with bits of wood underneath and above it. The floor was fully wooden as well, and Harry was surprised to see a few poles near one corner of the room. The class was co-ed, with witches and wizards all around their age and older, however Harry and Colin were one of the few males. They were all gathered around a tall woman with graying hair. "That's our teacher," Colin smiled. "She looks tough but she knows her stuff." He pulled Harry along, never letting go of his hand. As they came closer to the group, Harry saw that there was only about fifteen of them, five of them being male.

"Colin! Who do you have with you?" the graying woman asked swiftly in an unmistakable French accent when they were close enough.

"My friend Harry, Madame," Colin smiled. "He starts today."

"I uh sighed up for ten classes, ma'am, my name is Harry Potter—"

"Silence! I know who you are boy," Madame said. "You have done good work killing You-Know-Who, but here it is not how good you can kill, but how good you can bend! Clear the way, clear the way." She clapped her hands twice and the rest of the class moved away. Madame looked at Harry and circled around him with a stern eye. "Your clothes, they are horrible, sweats? Are you planning on sleeping here?" she barked.

"No I—"

"Take them off! I do not allow sweats in my studio!"

"Ma'am," Harry said, his cheeks blushing, "I'm uhh… wearing a jockstrap under these."

"Zen you dance in a jock! Take them off!" Madame said, and she whipped her wand for emphasis. Harry sighed and walked over to Blaise and Zabini. "You will not laugh," He hissed as his hand went to his pocket and he pulled out his wand and a small sack full of gold. He then gripped the hem of his pants and, feeling embarrassed, pulled them off in one quick tug, revealing the emerald jockstrap he was wearing. With his ass on full display, Harry felt humiliated as he handed his sweats to Blaise. I should be in my office if all I'm wearing is this, he thought bitterly as he returned to Madame. The woman made another pass around.

"You have a nice body, firm cheeks. Though more of a stripper than a fighter, why are you here Mr. Potter?" Madame asked.

"To learn how to dance," Harry said. "I thought it would be good to know properly."

"Weak answer," Madame scowled. "Bend over and touch your toes."

"Excuse me?"

"Bend! I want to see how flexible you are," Madame said.

"But my ass will be on display then," Harry argued, his cheeks flushing horribly.

"Then you should have thought of that before you entered my studio with sweats, now bend!" Madame ordered, and she whipped her wand as if it was a whip, and a snapping sound was made. Harry rolled his eyes and turned so that his back was facing Draco and Blaise. He bent forward and touched his toes, his legs keeping perfectly straight. "Hmm… least your legs are straight," Madame commented. "But your hands should be flat against your feet."

I'm not made of rubber, woman, Harry thought bitterly. He stood up when she told him to and waited for the next order. "Now, I will see how far you can stretch," she said. Harry frowned at that but allowed the woman to put him through a series of stretches. First she wanted to see how far Harry can bend backwards, which wasn't very, he also couldn't lift his leg high, which annoyed her.

"Ahh! Are your muscles for show only Potter?" Madame cried out. Harry frowned at her complaints, but continued to say nothing as she had him continue to test his flexibility. By the end of it, every muscle in his body was sore, even in places that he didn't know exist. Madame smirked viciously at Harry and said, "Poor Potter, calling it quits?"

"No, I'm just sore," Harry growled out. "Not my fault I can't lift my foot to my head! No normal person can do that, I just want to learn how to dance."

"Foolish boy!" Madame snapped. "In order to dance, you must be flexible! Creevey, show him!"

"Yes ma'am!" Colin piped, and he bounced to in front of Harry. He smiled and took a step back before falling graciously into a perfect split and then he slid to his feet equally as graciously, lifting his foot to his head, smiling at Harry with a lewd look in his eyes.

"You want to do that Potter? Then want to dance, you must first know how to bend!" Madame snapped.

Harry grimaced, but nodded. This is all for my shows, I can get through this woman, he thought to himself. He looked at the class, and saw that they all were doing their best to hold snickers and sniggers to themselves, but failed. Harry ignored them as he turned his mind to Madame and her instructions. After a few more orders to bend, including sitting on the ground and bending all the way forward so that his face could touch the floor, Madame finally clapped her hands and said, "That is enough! Now for class to begin!"

Sweaty and slightly out of breath, Harry wouldn't dare try to argue as he simply shot Madame a strong glare. After these ten lessons, I think I'll switch to a private tutor, he thought to himself as he joined in the ranks with the others. There Madame led the class through the same series of stretches she just had Harry do, before having them space out as music began to play. Harry did not know what type of dancing they were learning, however it involved a lot of hip movement that only made him feel awkward and out of touch.

At the end of the hour, Harry's entire body was drenched in sweat, his muscles and feet was sore, and he just wanted to take a long bath in Blaise's and Draco's tub. "Good progress class, even you Potter," Madame said. "We will continue at same time tomorrow. Leave now—except you, Mr. Potter."

The others left, leaving only Harry, Madame, Blaise and Draco who finally stood up. Blaise handed Harry his sweats, which the boy pulled on.

"Mr. Potter, why are you here? What are you looking to learn?" Madame demanded.

"I wanted to learn how to dance," Harry said in a slightly tired voice. "Colin told me about this place and I think proper lessons would help with my employment."

"Which is?"

"Personal information," Harry replied.

Madame frowned. "You've paid for ten lessons, no?"

"Yes, I have," Harry said.

"I see, then perhaps I will take you on as a student, if I see an improvement after ten lessons," Madame smirked. "See you tomorrow, Harry Potter."

"Goodbye."

Harry turned and left, Blaise and Draco following. The witch behind the counter did not look at them as the three left, which Harry didn't mind or care about. He turned to his two lovers once they stepped outside into the fall air and said, "After ten lessons, we are looking for a private tutor. That woman is insane. Also, we should probably… I should probably prepare to appear again in Witch Weekly I'm sure one of them in the class will blab about me."

"And in the meantime, Baby Boy?" Blaise asked.

"Meantime, I want a relaxing bath in your tub," Harry groaned. "I have to perform in two hours, and it wouldn't do well to be tired, huh? Sleepy bodies lead to sleepy climaxes, and nobody wants those."

The two men chuckled and led Harry back to their home. "You know," Blaise said on the way, "you can move in with us Harry."

"But we've barely been dating," Harry said.

"So? We've known each other since eleven," Draco shrugged. "And I think we all can agree that by now we're all in it for the long haul."

"But still… to just leave George's flat and living with you guys? All of a sudden?" Harry frowned.

"We're not asking for you to just leave and move in today," Blaise said coolly, his hand wrapping around Harry's waist. "We just want to give the offer, let it hang in the air for you to think over, okay Baby Boy?"

"Yeah Daddy," Harry muttered. "Now, can we move a little faster? I really need that bath." The two men laughed and Blaise held Harry tightly as they turned on the spot and apparated back home, Draco following.

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Harry did not even have to wait for his name to appear in the public's eye again. The next issue of Witch Weekly had a picture of Harry from a couple years ago along with an eye-catching title.

POTTER CAUGHT LEWD IN DANCE STUDIO!

"It makes it look like I was streaking there!" Harry laughed to George. The two of them sitting at their table eating breakfast.

"Well you basically were," George laughed. Colin told the man about what happened after the first class while Harry was with his two boyfriends. "I mean, doing class in a jockstrap? Very Golden Boy of you Harry," George smirked.

"Shut up," Harry grumbled.

"You know Mum's going to freak when she hears about this," George said. "She's still a fan of it."

"Well, I just hope the article is more conservative then the actual heading," Harry sighed.

"At least you'll be getting more fan mail again," George laughed. "When was the last time you got any?"

"Yesterday," Harry grumbled. "A new subscriber wanted to know if he can pay for me to send pictures to him."

"Well that's work, that doesn't count," George shrugged. "Did you though?"

"No," Harry said. "I was tired. He opened the magazine and quickly found the article, which he began to read.

Harry Potter, Nineteen, was reported to take a class on October Twenty-Seventh wearing nothing but a tee-shirt and underwear. Nothing can explain why Harry Potter, who was last saw dating Draco Malfoy, would sign up for dancing classes, and decide to attend class in such a form. Classmates of Harry Potter have also reported that Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini, two of Harry's old classmates, were also there but watched as Harry Potter danced. Could this be a new wave of steamy romances for Harry? Or has The-Boy-Who-Lived-Twice gone off the deep end searching for attention? More to come as the story develops!

"Are you kidding—that vile woman wouldn't let me dance in my sweats!" Harry roared. "I had to go out and buy yoga pants! And let me tell you, thank god I brought Blaise with me cause Draco would have had a fit of laughter the entire way!"

George failed to stifle a laugh, his hand quickly going to cover his mouth as Harry continued. "This short mess makes me look like a sex-crazed addict!"

"Well… you are technically a sex worker," George said, "only they don't touch you." He laughed when Harry gave him a deadly glare. "Anyway, I'm sure Mum won't freak out too badly about this."

As if on cue, through motherly instinct or a god's sense of timing, there was a loud pounding noise on their front door, followed by the unmistakable voice of Mrs. Weasley. "Harry Potter! You open this door right now!"

"That woman and her timing," George sighed as he stood up. "Stay there, I'll be back." Harry nodded and watched as George moved to the door and opened it. "Hello Mum," he smiled as Mrs. Weasley's form appeared.

"George! What is happening between the two of you?" Mrs. Weasley demanded as she walked in after George moved out of the way. "Harry! What are all these awful things I am reading about you—acting lewd in a dance studio?" Mrs. Weasley demanded.

"That's the magazine taking things out of control," Harry said quickly, staying in his seat mostly because he was too scared to move. "I went in there with a shirt and sweatpants on, but the owner doesn't like that so she forced me to do it in my underwear. It was super uncomfortable and I hated every minute."

"Why would you even go along with it if you hate it?" Mrs. Weasley asked, looking extremely calmer. "And you have not done it voluntarily?"

"No Mrs. Weasley," Harry said. "I did not stroll into the dance studio in my boxers and a tee and asked for lessons."

"Then why go through with it?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Madame, that's the dancing teacher, is a very scary woman, even Draco was afraid of her, though he did not admit it of course, and we've already made a down payment for ten lessons," Harry said. "I've took five of them already, they're every weekday."

"You better not have gone to each of them in your underwear, Harry," Mrs. Weasley said in a motherly threatening tone.

"No, I haven't," Harry said. "I've went out to buy pants that my teacher found more accepting. It's actually so embarrassing, it just glues to my legs."

Mrs. Weasley still had a slight frown on her face, but she sat down at the table and accepted a cup of tea that George offered. "So why exactly are you taking dancing lessons Harry?" she asked after a couple of sips from her tea, her mood dramatically increased and calmer.

"For exercise mostly," Harry lied. "Colin talked to me about it, and it sounded like fun. I didn't know that the teacher would be so monstrously strict about pants. I've already paid for ten classes, so I might as well finish them."

Mrs. Weasley frowned for a moment, before saying, "And they are every weekday, right?"

"Yes," Harry nodded, "So it would end next week."

"Well, if that is the case, and you are not voluntarily heading to these classes in… well, you know, then I suppose it is okay for you to finish them," Mrs. Weasley said. "However I am a bit shocked that you did not come to me if you wanted to know how to dance, oh Arthur and I used to spend entire nights dancing to Celestina Warbeck."

"Sorry Mrs. Weasley," Harry said a bit awkwardly, "but the dancing I'm learning is a bit more…err…fast paced."

"Oh?" Mrs. Weasley said, looking a tad confused. She shrugged it off and looked between George and Harry for a moment. She took a sip of her tea and then asked, "Anyway boys, are you both keeping busy?"

"Yes Mum," George said. "We're getting a massive amount of orders from Hogwarts kids with Halloween coming up. Even talked Harry here into helping." Harry looked at George and nodded in agreement, though no talk of him helping ever happened.

Mrs. Weasley seemed pleased to see that both Harry and George were busy. She left after finishing her tea, pulling out promises from both boys to visit her and Mr. Weasley when they can. As soon as the door closed, Harry turned to George and said, "Since when was I helping you with the shop?"

"Since right now," George chuckled. "You need something to keep you active in between Golden Boy shows." He gave a wink and laughed at Harry's glare. "Come on, it'll be fun! I promise. And you can complain about your dancing lessons all day."

"Don't I do that anyway?" Harry grumbled. George laughed, but in the end Harry agreed to help. He needed something to distract him from the horrible dance instructor, and recently his shows weren't doing the trick. He still loved doing them but, getting fucked by a dildo was nothing compared to Blaise and Draco's cock.

So after breakfast, the two of them went downstairs to the shop and laughed the hours away as Harry helped with inventory and managing owl-orders, all while complaining about the instructor, and laughing as George retells stories that Colin told him about the French witch with the ridiculous accent.

"I mean, it's worse than Fleur's when she started improving her English!" Harry laughed. "Everything is over exaggerated, sounds like a sharp bark, and sounds like she secretly wanted to always be a strict Quidditch captain!"

Before Harry knew it, the day was passing by quickly, and night came. Smiling with George, the two of them were on their way back home up the flat when Harry just remembered something and frowned. "Hey George…" he said a bit sadly.

"Yeah Harry?"

"What would you think…about me moving out?" Harry said uncertainly. George stopped at the top of the stairs and turned around to see Harry, a few steps behind him, looking hesitantly to the ground.

George was silent for a moment before saying, "Where would you live?"

"With Blaise and Draco, they offered for me to move in with them," Harry said.

"Ahh… I got to admit, it will be a little lonely here without you," George mused. "But, if that is what you want, I say go for it. Don't let me hold you back."

"I'm not going to move in immediately," Harry said quickly. "I still need to think about it—and think about how I'll continue doing my shows… I just want you to know that…well, I'm thinking about it."

"That's alright," George smiled and he climbed the remaining steps to the door. "Take your time. You don't need to decide right away."

"But didn't I though with moving in here?" Harry frowned.

"That was in a different situation," George said as he reached for the door and opened it. "You were desperate, looking for an out, something to distract you from your pain. Now, you're in a better space mentally, yeah?"

"Yeah, I am," Harry nodded. "Though I still have trouble… with keeping Golden Boy and Harry Potter separate."

"What do you mean?" George asked.

"Well, I'm taking dance lessons to help with my shows," Harry said. "I know that Blaise and Draco want me to accept that Golden Boy and Harry are the same person, because I am, but it's hard just thinking that I can do that, that I act so slutty for basically strangers."

"Well, maybe you can look at it that way, or you can look at it as you're having fun," George said. "I mean, you are you, and Golden Boy is just another part of it. They don't need to be full parts of your personality, just parts of it."

Harry frowned. He silently walked into the flat and made his way to the couch, flopping down on it. George followed him and sat down next to him. "It's not like you have to act like how you do out in public," George said, "but there are parts that you should bring out of it."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"Well during your shows you're more free, more… open," George said. "Bring that sense of freedom into your regular life."

Harry frowned for a moment, staring at George for a moment. George rolled his eyes and said, "Of course I watch your shows sometime! I need to see how you're doing."

"George!" Harry shrieked, kicking his leg lightly. George laughed and caught the foot in his hand.

"No kicking Goldie," George winked, "Save that for your Daddies!" He laughed as Harry scrambled up to punch him. "Okay! Okay!" He said after Harry threw a few punches. "I get it."

Harry exhausted shortly and shook his head. "So…"

"So…."

"We're good right? About me moving in with Draco and Blaise sometime in the future?" Harry asked.

"Of course we are Harry," George nodded. "Now come on, let's get dinner ready, I'm hungry."

A/N: well the personal drama has finished and I am left alone with a broken heart. Anyway, two chapters left!

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