Chapter 9

Harry felt unseasonably warm. The heat burned softly deep inside him, making his bones slightly uncomfortable that at times he couldn't stay still. It was like a small fire was lit inside him using his bones as kindle as the heat slowly grew and grew, focusing strangely on his chest and pelvis. Much to his embarrassment he found that he was getting erections more frequently; any time a male touched him sent a small spark that added to the constant fire that burned inside him. He felt his hole pulsating with a need that he never felt before. Late at night Harry writhed and groan as his pulsating hole seemed to be on fire with need. His was sweating more than usual and found himself kissing his brother and Ron's cheeks more often. With each kiss whatever heat inside him seemed to recede for a moment before coming back. There were days where he just peppered his brother's cheeks with kisses whenever he could, telling James about the strange heat he was feeling inside him and how his bones ached. James didn't know what was going on with Harry, but didn't mind the extra attention his brother was giving him. On the days when the heat really annoyed Harry, James just sat back, placed his arms behind his head and smirked as Harry covered his cheeks and forehead with kisses during their breaks, which were quickly becoming an attempt to keep up with the vast amount of homework they were being set.

Not only were they studying as though they had exams every day, but the lessons themselves had becoming more demanding than ever before. Harry was always perfect at Transfiguration, but once or twice he had to ask Professor McGonagall to repeat instructions once or twice. Nonverbal spells were now expected, not only in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but in Charms and Transfiguration too. Harry frequently looked over at his classmates in the common room or at mealtimes to see them purple in the face and straining as though they had overdosed on U-No-Poo, but he knew that they were really struggling to make spells work without saying incantations aloud. It was a relief to get outside into the greenhouses; they were dealing with more dangerous plants than ever in Herbology, but at least they were still allowed to swear loudly if the Venomous Tentacula seized them unexpectedly from behind.

One result of their enormous workload and the frantic hours of practicing nonverbal spells was that Harry, James, Ron, and Hermione had so far been unable to find time to go and visit Hagrid. He had stopped coming to meals at the staff table, an ominous sign, and on the few occasions when they had passed him in the corridors or out in the grounds, he had mysteriously failed to notice them or hear their greetings.

"We got to go and explain," Hermione said, looking up at Hagrid's huge empty chair at the staff table the following Saturday at breakfast.

"We've got Quidditch tryouts this morning!" Ron said. "And we're supposed to be practicing the Aguamenti Charm from Flitwick! Anyway, explain what? How are we going to tell him we hated his stupid subject?"

"We didn't hate it!" Hermione said.

"Speak for yourself, I haven't forgotten the skrewts," Ron said darkly. "And I'm telling you now, we've had a narrow escape. You didn't hear him going on about his gormless brother—we'd have been teaching Grawp how to tie his shoelaces if we stayed."

"We'll go after Quidditch," James said. "I miss talking to Hagrid." Harry nodded, agreeing, as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "But trials might take all morning, the number of people who have applied."

"As if it's Quidditch that's popular," Harry said under his breath, seemingly jealous.

"What?"

"All those people staring at you—those girls wanting you—it's disgusting," Harry whispered, moving irritably in his seat.

"Is your… thing making you uncomfortable?" James asked.

"Yeah… but I don't want him to notice," Harry said coldly, his eyes shifting to the end of the table where Cormac McLaggen sat laughing with his friends. The twins don't know why he was still there, Dumbledore must be working on getting him out, he must have. But at least Professor McGonagall was acting stricter towards McLaggen.

James glared down the table. He could never understand how people like McLaggen still roam the earth. The post owls arrived, swooping down through rain-flecked windows, scattering everyone with droplets of water. James stopped glaring as he got wet. Most people were receiving more post than usual; anxious parents were keen to hear from their children and to reassure them, in turn, that all was well at home. The twins received no mall since the start of term; their only regular correspondent was now dead and although they had hoped that Lupin might write occasionally, they had so far been disappointed. Harry was very surprised, therefore, to see the snowy white Hedwig circling amongst all the brown and gray owls. She landed in front of him carrying a large, square package. A moment later, an identical package landed in front of Ron, crushing beneath it his minuscule and exhausted owl, Pigwidgeon.

"Ha!" Harry said, unwrapping the parcel to reveal a new copy of Advanced Potion-Making, fresh from Flourish and Blotts.

"Oh good," Hermione said delighted. "Now you can give that graffitied copy back.

"As if," Harry said. "I'm keeping it." He pulled out the old copy of Advanced Potion-Making out of his bag and tapped the cover with his wand. The cover fell off. He did the same thing with the brand-new book (Hermione looked scandalized). He then swapped the covers, tapped each, and the repaired themselves.

There sat the Prince's copy, disguised as a new book, and there sat the fresh copy from Flourish and Blotts, looking thoroughly secondhand. "How devious of you Harry," James smirked. "Slughorn won't complain about the new copy."

Hermione pressed her lips together, looking angry and disapproving, but was distracted by a third owl landing in front of her carrying that day's copy of the Daily Prophet. She unfolded it hastily and scanned the front page.

"Anyone we know dead?" Ron asked.

"No, but there have been more dementor attacks," Hermione said. "And an arrest."

"Excellent! Who?" Harry asked, thinking of Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Stan Shunpike," Hermione said.

"What?" the twins said, startled.

"'Stand Shunpike, conductor on the popular Wizarding conveyance the Knight Bus, has been arrested on suspicion of Death Eater activity. Mr. Shunpike, 21, was taken into custody late last night after a raid on his Clapham home. …'"

"Stan Shunpike a Death Eater?" Harry said, remembering the spotty youth he "I had first met three years ago. "No way!"

"Is the Ministry becoming stupider or something!" James said.

"Looks like it," Ron said.

"They probably want to look as though they're doing something," Hermione said, frowning. "People are terrified—you know the Patil twins' parents want them to go home? And Eloise Midgen had already been withdrawn. Her father picked her up last night.

"What? But Hogwarts is safer than their homes, bound to be!" Ron said. "We got Dumbledore!"

"I don't think we've got him all the time," Hermione said very quietly, glancing toward the staff table over the top of the Prophet. "Haven't you noticed? His seat's been empty as often as Hagrid's this past week."

Harry, James and Ron looked up at the staff table. The headmaster's chair was indeed empty. "Come on," James sighed. "We'll think of this later, it's time for the tryouts."

They left the Gryffindor table. As Harry expected, the trials took most of the morning. Half of the Gryffindor House seemed to have turned up, from first years who were nervously clutching a selection of the dreadful old school brooms, to seventh years who towered over the rest, looking coolly intimidating. The latter included the large, wiry-haired boy that Harry never wanted to see again.

"Harry baby there you are," Cormac smirked. "How is my little wife doing? What happened? You ran away before I could show you your clothes."

"Stay away from me," Harry said, ignoring the heat inside him. Cormac smirked knowingly. "You can't resist what's going on inside you Harry baby. You're feeling like a fire is burning inside you, aren't you?"

"How did—"

"Because I know what you are," Cormac smirked. "Of course I can make you feel better Harry. All you have to do is say that you're my girl."

"Never!" Harry spat.

"McLaggen! The hell you doing to my brother?" James yelled as he ran to them from Ron.

"What?" Cormac said loudly. "I can't tryout for the Quidditch team?"

"Hell no you can't," James said. "Get away from my Seeker and off of my Quidditch pitch!"

Cormac smirked. "I'll see you later princess," he said to Harry. "You'll realize that you'll need to be my wife soon enough. The heat inside you will grow too much." He turned to walk away.

"Stop!" Harry yelled. "What did you do to me!"

Cormac stopped and smiled sweetly at Harry. "I did nothing to you baby Harry," he said. "What you're feeling is all you. I just awoken what's inside of you… goodbye now."

Harry watched with a growing irritability as McLaggen left with his friends, all of them looking back before saying words like "wife" and "lucky man." Harry groaned as all of a sudden the heat inside him flared to unbearable levels. His cock was rock hard and leaking profusely. "James," he gritted, sitting down quickly and moving his robes so to hide his now stained pants.

"I swear I'll find out what happened to you Harry," James said. Harry just groaned, his eyes full with need. "Go wait by Ron," James said. "I'll deal with most of the tryouts."

Harry nodded and stood up, doing his best to walk casually to Ron who was waiting near the stands. "What's the matter?" Ron asked.

"Don't know," Harry said.

"Ron!" a voice said from the stands. They both turned to see Colin Creevey waving wildly and grinning.

"Hey there," Ron smirked. "What you doing here?"

"I'm here to watch you of course!" Colin smiled. "No pressure!"

Ron blushed but smiled back at his boyfriend. Harry looked around the stands and frowned confusingly when he saw Blaise and Draco sitting. Blaise gave him a smile and a small wave, which Harry returned half-heartedly, the heat still irritating him. James had all the applicants for the team to divide into groups of ten and fly once around the pitch.

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"Something's wrong with Harry," Draco said watching Harry fly around.

"You noticed it too," Blaise hummed.

"Of course I did!" Draco said. "I just don't know what!"

"McLaggen, obviously," Blaise said. "Strange… I wonder if Harry could be one. If he is… then that would mean his twin would be one as well," he gave a lewd smirk.

"One what?" Draco asked.

"I often joke that Harry would make a perfect submissive," Blaise said. "But it seems that he really is one," Blaise smirked. "At least I think he is… I don't know."

"What are you talking about?" Draco asked.

"I need to talk with James and Harry to make sure," Blaise said. "But I'm almost sure that the twins are, well, special."

"Special?"

"Well, they're very skilled at magic," Blaise said, stating it as if it was an obvious fact. "It's rare but some wizards are born… like them."

"Like what?"

"I don't know… there's no real word for them," Blaise said, "that's how rare the twins are. They're perfectly normal except for this one thing. It's pretty lewd when you think about it," he chuckled.

"What?" Draco asked irritated. "Stop playing around and tell me what you're thinking about!"

"If Harry is feeling a certain heat inside him… then that means that he, and by extension James, can get pregnant," Blaise said. "But he can't be feeling these feelings now."

"Why not?"

"Because the one source that talks about this," Blaise explained, "says that what Harry experiences shouldn't start until he comes of age."

"Huh… strange," Draco said. He leaned forward and glared as he watched McLaggen and his friends finally leave the pitch after hanging around for a while. "What did that bastard do?" he growled out.

"I don't know, but I will be telling James about this today," Blaise said. "He needs to know what is happening with Harry. During that time, Draco, I suggest you talk with Harry… show him your new body."

"Good idea," Draco said, looking down at his growing muscles. Blaise shook his head ruefully. They sat back and watched the Quidditch Tryouts. Even with whatever the thing Harry has bothering him, the Potter still outshone all other applicants who hoped to become Seeker. "As if they're better than Harry blood Potter," Draco muttered. But the end of the tryouts the twins had their new team. James was continuing his role as Keeper and Harry is still their Seeker while Ron and a weedy looking boy named Ritchie Coote were his Beaters; Katie, Demelza, and Ginny finished the team as their three Chasers. As the tryouts went on those who were rejected decided to stay in the stands, joining Draco and Blaise as a small rowdy crowd gathered. The two stood up, "I think we should go and try to talk with James and Harry now," Blaise said.

"Alright," Draco said. They made their way out of the stands and looked for the twins. Draco saw them first; they were heading towards the small cottage along with Weasley and Granger. "What are they doing with that oaf?" Draco sneered.

"Who knows," Blaise said, an equally disgusted look on his face as well. "Let's wait here?" he pointed to the courtyard outside the main entrance.

"Sure," Draco said. They made their way to the courtyard and sat on a stone bench. Draco leaned back and looked at the sky above them. "The Weasley twins didn't write back yet," he told Blaise.

"Really?" Blaise asked. "It's been almost a week, but we did put in a huge order."

"Yeah that's true," Draco nodded.

They heard voices walking up to them and decided to be quiet. Cormac McLaggen was walking up with a few of his friends. "You okay? I thought you were gay, Cormac!" one of them said.

"Of course, I'm gay," Cormac said. "I'm gay as a damn fairy. But you have to admit that Harry dressed up in a girl's uniform is sexy."

"Yeah, I think he'll look cute in that," the first friend said. "Why are you even obsessed with Potter as a girl anyway?"

Cormac stopped and turned to his friends. "Just something that Harry told me about," he said with a confident smile. "But the important thing is that he looks to be in pain; bones aching and everything. I can't believe he's one of them. First one in like two hundred years."

"Bet your dad will be happy, huh?" the second friend said.

"Yeah… him…" Cormac said, looking down to his feet, a dark look overcame his handsome face, as if remembering an awful, traumatic event.

"Shit! Sorry! I forgot!"

"No, it's okay," Cormac said softly shrugging slightly and shaking his head. He whispered to himself, "I'm not an abomination. I'm not." He looked up to his friends and gave a big, fake smile. "Who cares about that asshole? I got my uncle… and Potter."

"Well… you have your uncle," his first friend said. Cormac gave him a sharp look. "I-I'm sure you can uhh flirt Harry up soon?"

"Of course I will," Cormac said. "His body is basically in heat. It's like his bones are grinding against each other and his body feels on fire. It'll build and build and build until he has a release, and that release is me."

"How so?"

"Well… I moved too fast on our first date, I'll admit that. I was going to save going all the way till our wedding night, but since he's in this state… we'll get have to, you know, get to know each other better until we do it," Cormac said.

"Ohh… I see," the first friend said, looking somewhat uncomfortable about talking about gay sex.

"Yeah," Cormac said. "Then afterwards we can be a normal couple. Of course that heat will return every now and then, but we'll be at the point where that doesn't matter. Then before we know it, he'll be meeting my uncle and my father… …he'll be meeting my uncle and he'll give us his blessings."

"Thinking of marriage already Cor? That's unlike you," the second friend laughed.

"Gotta think big when you're dealing with the Potters," Cormac smirked. "Come on, I want to tell my uncle the great news!" Cormac and his friends left the courtyard and went into the castle, never seeing either Draco or Blaise.

The two Slytherins looked at each other. They stayed quiet for a moment. Blaise broke it. "I'm surprise you didn't go after him Draco," he said. "He called Harry his wife."

"I was too busy listening," Draco said. "Did you hear him whisper to himself?"

"No, what did he say?" Blaise asked.

"'I'm not an abomination,'" Draco said. "And he doesn't want to talk about his father. Always his uncle."

"He was like that in the Slug Club as well, I remember," Blaise said. "He mentioned his father once but always focused on his uncle."

"I wonder what happened to him, and how his relationship with his father is," Draco said. He looked at Blaise, contemplating.

"We could always find out," Blaise said. "I mean, my mother can get information from just about anyone."

"Would you do that?" Draco asked.

"This involves Harry. Of course, I will," Blaise said. "That boy thinks he can take one of my Potter twins without asking for my permission? Hell no."

"Then… I guess we also have a letter to write as well," Draco said. He turned back to the grounds, looking out at them, his eyes focusing on the cottage on the edge of the forest. "They'll be a while."

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It was dark when they left Hagrid's hut. Their friend again, Hagrid told Harry and the others about Aragog, the spider in the Forbidden Forest who is dying. They comforted Hagrid and the conversation turned light as the time began to past. Harry was starving when they came out of the hut; the heat inside him still unbearable.

Harry was starving; the smell of roast beef as they entered the hall made Harry's stomach ache with hunger, but they barely taken three steps towards the Gryffindor table when Professor Slughorn appeared in front of them, blocking their path.

"Harry, James, just the men I was hoping to see!" he boomed genially, twiddling the end of his walrus mustache and puffing out his enormous belly. "I was hoping to catch you before dinner! What do you say to a spot of supper tonight in my room instead? We're having a little party, just a few rising stars, I've got McLaggen coming and Zabini, the charming Melinda Bobbin—I don't know whether you know her? Her family owns a large chain of apothecaries—and, of course, I hope very much that Miss Granger will favor me by coming too."

Slughorn made Hermione a little bow as he finished speaking. It was as though Ron was not present; Slughorn did not so much as look at him.

"We can't Professor," James said. "We've got detention."

"Oh dear!" Slughorn said, his face falling comically. "Dear, dear, I was counting on you two boys! Well, now, I'll just have to have a word with whoever decided to give you the detention and explain the situation. I'm sure I'll be able to persuade them to postpone your detentions. Yes, I'll see you both later!"

He hustled away out of the Hall without so much as to asking who gave them the detention.

"Oh, I wish you could come, I don't want to go on my own!" Hermione said anxiously; Harry knew that she was thinking about McLaggen. He was thinking about him too, and wanting to avoid the boy at all cost.

"I doubt you'll be alone. Ginny'll probably be invited," Ron snapped, he did not seem to taken kindly to being ignored by Slughorn.

After dinner Ron excused himself with Malfoy, both of them going to wherever they went for the last month or so. Harry was surprised to see Blaise walk up to them and said, "Harry, James, we need to talk… please?"

"Sure Blaise, what is it?" Harry asked. Blaise looked around and motioned for the twins to follow him. They walked into an empty classroom whose door Blaise closed and locked. "How are you feeling Harry? Be honest," he said.

Harry and James looked at each other. "I feel hot," Harry said. "My bones ache… it's like there's a fire burning inside me at all times and my only relief is when I kiss James's cheeks but it's not enough."

Blaise nodded. "The fire, where does it burn the hottest?" he asked.

Harry blushed and became very sheepish. "Harry? I'm trying to help you, but I need to be certain," Blaise said.

Harry looked at his friend. He can't trust any boys, not after Krum and not after Cormac. He only has his brother. James is all he can truly rely on. But Blaise… can he trust him? Can he trust Blaise, can he trust Ze, after he lied to them for years about his identity? He looked at his brother for help. James looked down and wrapped an arm around Harry. "It's okay… we can trust him fully again. I've been giving it some thought," he said.

Both Blaise and Harry smiled. Harry looked at Blaise sheepishly. "When I'm horny… the fire burns really hot on my hole… my dick gets hard and sometimes ejaculates when I don't want it to."

"I see…" Blaise muttered.

"Blaise! What the hell am I?" Harry demanded with sudden frustration. He could feel the heat rise in him again, his bones started to hurt, his hips aching with a ferocity that he never felt before.

"You're fully human Harry, don't worry," Blaise said. "But as for what's happening with you… there really isn't a name for it… and I am not completely sure. You see, it is very rare. The last person who is like you Harry was born hundreds of years ago, and all the information we have is from his diary as well as rumors." Blaise's cheeks started to darken as he continued talking. "The heat that you're feeling? It… It is from an… increased sexual desire. Your magic is so powerful Harry that… that it is linked with your um desire. At least that's how I think it works. The guy's journal isn't exactly the best."

"I'm confused," James said.

"Me too," Harry groaned. "What do you mean sexual desire?"

"Okay… how can I explain it?" Blaise said. "Imagine you're a dog or any other mammal. They get heats when they're… ready for impregnation. Basically Harry… you're magic is powerful enough that it can create its own womb, you can have a baby. The heat is your magic telling you that your body is ready to have one at this time. … But there's a problem! According to the guy's journal this feeling didn't even start till he was of age. You're early! Try to think Harry, how did these feeling start?"

"I… I can… I can get pregnant?" Harry gasped. He stared at Blaise, shocked at this reveal. No, he has to be kidding right? There is no way he and James can deal with this along with everything else!

"Yes you can," Blaise nodded. "But think Harry, when did this all start?"

Harry nodded, looking ashamed. "I know when this all started… Cormac McLaggen. …He did things to me. We were along and… our eyes kept meeting; I was licking him everywhere, I just couldn't get enough! He kept calling me his wife and… and…" Harry gave out a cry.

"Did he…"

"No, I ran away before we did anything serious," Harry said. "I just licked his body."

Blaise sighed in relief. "Then, and again I am guessing, that yours and Cormac's… activities must have awaken the heat inside you," Blaise said.

"How do I stop it?" Harry asked, groaning loudly and flinching when he felt his butt opening up and closing in need. He bit his lip to keep a surprising moan from escaping.

Blaise's cheeks flared as did James's. "I… I don't know…" Blaise said. "If this heat is brought on by sexual desire… maybe if you uhh… play with yourself? God I can't say it!"

"It's okay I get the idea," Harry said, whose face looked redder than Ron's hair. He was shuffling from foot to foot. "I have to… jerk off and play with my err hole."

"Exactly," Blaise said, his voice strangely high.

Harry looked between Blaise and James. He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Is… is that all?" he asked Blaise.

"Yeah but umm… James? Can I talk with you… privately?"

"Yeah, sure," James said.

"I'll… get going then… James if you see my curtains closed…" Harry blushed as he walked out of the classroom, leaving only James and Blaise.

James turned to Blaise and said, "Is there anything you don't want Harry to know? About this heat thing? Because you know that I will tell him immediately."

"No it's not about Harry," Blaise said, his face still deeply flushed. "It's… it's about you… and me."

"What about it?"

Blaise sighed. "I don't want to be vague about this so I'm just going to say it. James, I like you. A lot. And I want us to be boyfriends."

"Boyfriends?" James repeated.

"Yes, boyfriends," Blaise said. "I've had a crush on you since fifth year and… and I don't want to keep waiting. I know that you and Harry have a special relationship, I don't want to ruin that or my relationship with Harry, but… but I want us to be together. James Potter… will you let me do that? Can you give me one date?"

James stared at Blaise for a moment, taking in his beauty. They were the same height, but James was muscular whereas Blaise was skinny; a beautiful slender prince of Slytherin to James's knight of Gryffindor. His eyes were sharp, enticing to look at and seemed to suck you in once you do. Every proportion of Blaise seemed perfect. And if James was honest with himself, if he and Blaise were boyfriends then at least they wouldn't have the awkward conversations that plagued all other couples. And Harry already knows and likes Blaise. Before he knew it, James was smiling.

"Yeah… one date," James said.

Blaise smiled brightly. "Thank you James. … Can I hug and kiss you?"

James chuckled and opened his arms. Blaise grabbed James, and using the Gryffindor's shock to his advantage, pulled James into his arms, kissing him on the lips. Blaise had full control of every movement and James was both surprised and thrilled by it. Their kiss was chaste and over before either boy could enjoyed it. "That was… surprising," James said.

"What? You think you'll be in control of everything?" Blaise chuckled. "Sorry James, you're going to have to fight for that."

"Really? This is going to be more fun than I thought," James smirked. Blaise laughed and they shared a grin.

"So… first Hogsmeade visit, want to head over to our usual place?" Blaise asked.

"Sure," James said. "Until then…" he kissed Blaise on his cheek. "See you." They left the empty classroom together, both boys excited about their first date, but also equally worried about Harry and his reaction.

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"So he is one of those? Interesting… I remember the last one lived almost two hundred years ago. Of course, his diary is unreliable. If Harry is indeed like the wizard two hundred years ago, this could be a problem. His heat might distract him or prevent him from fighting Voldemort. It could get him hurt, if not killed before Voldemort is defeated. I cannot have that. The prophecy says that the boys are the only ones who could defeat Voldemort. I've already stopped his relationship with the Bulgarian from developing just to make sure the boy stays here, I will not let a simple thing like a heat stand between the world and peace. No his heat must be dealt with. …Minerva did tell me about how it started. Should I allow McLaggen to continue his advances? Perhaps things will work out and Harry will be happy in the end with McLaggen, his heat gone and ready to fulfil the prophecy. Yes… that'll do… even if both boys don't want it, it is unfortunately the fastest and easiest way to deal with this problem. As for Zabini and James… I'll only interfere if the need calls for it. Of course, I'll need to keep an eye on them while I am away, and figure out what this 'usual place' is. I need to know where the boys are at all times."

A/N: The boys' relationships are advancing. And who is the person talking at the end? How will Harry deal with his heat?

Littlesprout: Yeah, Harry has bad luck with boys… Krum, Cormac… hopefully Draco will be better. Oh, speaking of Krum… guess who'll we see next chapter!

Himekitsune24: Thanks! And the twins are so cute, aren't they? As for Draco's and Blaise's plan… it's still in development lol

Pnulls: Thank you very much, seriously. As for what Cormac did… he really did just awaken something in Harry lol

MagnificentFern: Yeah Harry is in a situation where he doesn't know who to trust fully… damn Cormac. But we can't feel too angry at the boy right? Looks like he had a bad childhood.

Jokul Frosti: Cormac would never do that!

AnnaMerteuil: His mission was never easy

Leopardblack: Ohhh temper, temper love. Draco and Blaise are planning an excellent plan.

Alex Frost: Here is it, friend!