Chapter 14

Jamie noticed that Harry seemed… happier. Which was odd considering that today was the day both boys were dreading: Slughorn's party. His twin was actually humming! Jamie thought that it was because after today's day of lessons, and Slughorn's party, both boys will be on their way to the Burrow with Ron. But that couldn't be the reason since Harry's mood seemed to have magically change overnight after their argument. Harry acted as if their argument and his nasty temperament didn't even existed! During Transfiguration, they had just embarked upon the immensely difficult topic of human Transfiguration; working in front of mirrors, they were supposed to be changing the color of their own eyebrows. On his fourth attempt Harry transfigured his eyebrows into a shade of platinum blonde before trying to transfigure the shape of his eyebrows. He worked diligently and, most surprising for Jamie, he was smiling. It seemed rare for Harry to smile in recent weeks, and Jamie couldn't help but feel oddly suspicious. Jamie leaned towards his brother as Professor McGonagall walked towards them.

"Completely different shade and shape," she said. "Good job Potter, five points to Gryffindor."

She walked away and Jamie leaned towards Harry. "What's the matter with you?" he whispered.

"Nothing's the matter, Jamie," Harry said. "Just feeling… happy."

"What happened between last night and now, Harry?" Jamie asked. "Last night you were refusing to talk to me and looked as if you were going to bite anyone's neck off for looking at you the wrong way."

"Nothing happened Jamie, I'm just… happy," Harry smiled. "The stupid heat's not bothering me, I've not stupid itch inside me… what's there to be angry about?"

"Then tell me why you were stressed out the last few weeks," Jamie said.

"Nothing is wrong Jamie, serious," Harry said, turning his attention back to the mirror in front of him and making a rather sneering look. "I think if I make my face a bit more pointier, I'll look like Draco," he joked with the sneer.

Jamie didn't laugh as he continued to stare at his twin. "There's something wrong with you, Harry, there is," he said. "I'm trying to help—"

"I'm not pushing you away Jamie, I'm not," Harry said. "There are some things that Draco and I need to do, and we can do it without anyone's help. I have it covered."

"Is that supposed to make me feel good Harry?" Jamie asked, his voice raising slightly. "Because that is doing the opposite effect."

Harry sighed and looked around. Nobody was looking at them, the rest of the students too far busy concentrating staring into the mirrors to change their eyebrow colors and Professor McGonagall reviewing Ron's disastrous three attempts. Harry leaned in close to his twin and kissed his cheek, his lips resting on his brother's cheek for as long as possible. Jamie embraced his brother's affection, his fingers slipping into Harry's hair as the younger whispered as his twin's cheek, "I'm okay Jamie, I can do this."

"What are you doing Harry?" Jamie whispered. "That's all I want to know."

"Something that will keep us all safe," Harry promised. "Something that'll keep you safe."

"Love you," Jamie muttered. "Don't want to lose you."

"You'll never lose me," Harry said. He moved to the other cheek and rested his lips on it. "You'll always have me Jamie."

"And you'll always have me," Jamie promised. "Which is why… I want you to tell me everything."

"I will… but not today," Harry said, his lips dangerously close to Jamie, their closeness sending a spark down both their bodies. "I promise."

"Harry," Jamie said warningly, pulling away. The two stared at each other for a moment before Harry's eyes shifted to Jamie's eyebrows. "You only have one changed," he said changing the topic drastically. "You should focus on that." He turn to his own mirror and started to turn his eyebrows to their natural color.

"Bastard," Jamie swore turning his mirror.

When the bell rang Blaise met up with Jamie outside the classroom and kissed him fully on the lips. "Missed me?" he smirked.

"We were in the same room," Jamie said. "Kind of hard to miss someone in the same room."

"Well, I'm sure you missed my touch," Blaise said, his arm wrapping around Jamie's muscular body, sliding down to the two large globes that made up Jamie's butt.

"Watch it," Jamie growled, his own hand lowering down Blaise's back. Blaise laughed and smirked at his boyfriend. "You really think you'll be the one on top, Jamie?" he asked. "Poor Potter."

"You bet I will be," Jamie whispered. "I'm too strong and muscular to be the bottom, I mean look at you Blaise, you're just a skinny Slytherin."

"Even skinny Slytherins can carry big snakes," Blaise said. "Big snakes that'll hush even the most… hottest of heats."

They both blushed and tried to laugh it off. When their faces resumed a more normal face color, Blaise asked "How's Harry? I saw you two talking in class."

"He's strange," Jamie said. "Last night and yesterday he looked as if he was ready to bite anyone's heads off, but now he practically a giggling fop! We argued last night because he just looked so stressed out about something but he wouldn't tell me. He kept telling me 'I'm busy,' 'I'm busy,' but now he's humming to himself and kissing me again!"

"I missed you two kissing," Blaise pouted. "Bad boys… you two. Draco and I should really make a rule about you two kissing."

"Later," Jamie said. "Now I'm just worried about Harry. There's something that he and Draco are dealing with and he won't tell me what it is. You wouldn't know, would you?"

"Know what?" Blaise asked.

"What Draco and Harry are doing," Jamie said.

"Me? Know," Blaise lied. "I know nothing about what's going on." Jamie looked at him and the Slytherin gave him a convincing face. Jamie nodded and pulled the teen closer.

"Alright," he said, convinced of Blaise's lie. "At least that's one worry off of my chest. Anyway, I really hope that Harry is going to be alright. He seems so off the last few weeks, it's scary."

"Don't worry about him," Blaise said. "Harry's a big boy, and he has a bloody Malfoy looking after him. I doubt Draco would allow dust to touch Harry without permission. Anyway, we should really be thinking about what we'll be wearing for tonight."

"What do you mean?" Jamie asked.

"I mean at Slughorn's party," Blaise said. "I know we both don't want to go there… but we might as well plan for what we're going to wear to the party, and what we're going to wear under." Blaise gave Jamie a lewd smirk as his hand squeezed Jamie's huge muscular butt.

"You seem excited," Jamie chuckled.

"We're going to be away from each other all winter break," Blaise said, his hand still firmly grasping Jamie's backside. "I want to make sure to leave my mark on you Jamie. Make that heat of yours remember whose you are."

"Oh I don't know," Jamie breathed. "I seem to belong to many people… I wonder who should be at the top of the list, you or Harry?—Ow!" Blaise squeezed roughly and slapped his ass.

"You both know you're both my boys in the end," Blaise whispered. "While I love you both, Harry's more like a little brother."

"You really shouldn't talk to me about loving your little brother," Jamie said.

"Anyway, just make sure to wear something… nice under your dress robes," Blaise said. "Something green. I'll be doing the same, of course."

"Only if you wear something red and gold," Jamie smirked, squeezing Blaise's ass roughly. Their hands moved to a more appropriate place and they spoke no more of it.

Both Harry and Jamie left dinner early to change for Slughorn's party. They both had a slight grimace on their faces as they changed. Harry opted for a simple dark purple shirt and tie and a dress robe over it while Jamie stood in his bed with the curtains closed. Harry just stood and waited as he heard his brother fumble with whatever clothing he was wearing, falling twice on the bed, before the curtains opened again to reveal the muscular stud standing in a form-fitting shirt, his sleeves folded to his fore-arms and a tie hanging perfectly between his two pecs. Harry just stared at him for a moment before silently walking to his brother and hugging him, resting his head on Jamie's chest. Jamie hugged him and kissed the top of Harry's head. "Missed this," he said.

"Me too," Harry said. "I'm… sorry Jamie. For everything."

"You don't need to apologize to me Harry, you're my brother, I love you," Jamie said. He lifted Harry's head up gently by his chin, and smiled down at him, kissing his forehead.

"Jamie? Before we go… can I ask you for something?" Harry asked in a hushed, tender voice.

"What is it? You know I'll do anything for you, right?" Jamie whispered.

"I know… I want you to kiss me Jamie," Harry said. "Not on my forehead or on my cheek. On my lips. Kiss me Jamie, please," Harry pleaded.

In that moment he looked so small, so fragile, so submissive. He looked like a small child asking his father for a hug to make sure that the monsters under his bed wouldn't get him at night. Harry looked in that moment to be purity and innocence incarnate; he was everything that Jamie spent his whole life protecting, his whole life loving. Which is why the muscular teen nodded and bent down gently, both boys closing their eyes in bliss as their lips met. Their noses pressed perfectly together as the two same faces pressed together, glasses clinking lightly as if one face was pressed against the mirror. The boys lost themselves, their heats blazing like a roaring fire and submitting to the taboo brotherly love. There was a small moan between the two brothers that neither of them knew who started it. They stood there kissing, their faces pressed perfectly together and lips curled upright as both of them smile. Jamie held his innocence tight to him, feeling the weight of the smaller boy against him as they began to fell on Jamie's bed.

When they fully collapsed on Jamie's bed, Harry's body was fully on Jamie. They moved apart slightly and opened their eyes, emerald green meeting topaz brown; both eyes were dilated and filled with a love that was at the same time forbidden and something that their Slytherin lovers would never reach or know. Silently they moved from the bed satisfied with a passion that they always flirted with but never discussed, and in equal silence they slipped hand in hand to leave the dormitory and towards the other two boys they love.

When they arrived in the entrance hall at eight o'clock that night, they found an unusually large number of girls lurking there, all of whom seemed to be staring at them resentfully. Draco and Blaise both walked up the stairs to the dungeons and towards their Potter. Draco was wearing a black vest under which was a silver button down shirt and tie and black trousers. His platinum blonde hair was slick back, and his eyes seemed to shine with a sort of victorious gleam as he stared at Harry. Blaise on the other hand seemed to think to showcase every asset he has, wearing slim form fitting clothes that left little to the imagination. He looked lewd yet perfectly proper at the same time and Jamie couldn't help but swallow heavily as Blaise's eyes met his like a predator eyeing his prey.

"Hello boys," Blaise said when they reached the twins. "You both look as handsome as ever."

"Thanks Blaise," Harry said. "You look… wow."

Blaise smirked and took Jamie's hand from Harry. "Well, shall we?"

Draco took Harry's hand and the two couples started walking, Blaise leading to the marble staircase, and away from all the staring and muttering. "Where is this party anyway?" Draco drawled.

"Slughorn's office," Harry said. "Did you hear, there's supposed to be a vampire coming?"

"Really?" Draco said. "I never met a person more blood-sucking than my father."

Harry laughed and brushed up against Draco, making sure that the side of his body pressed against the Slytherin so he could feel the concealed book. Harry just smiled and wink when Draco looked at him.

They were already approaching Slughorn's office and the sounds of laughter, music, and loud conversation were growing louder with every step they took. Whether it had been built that way, or because he had used magical trickery to make it so, Slughorn's office was much larger than the usual teacher's study. The ceiling and walls had been draped with emerald, crimson, and gold hangings, so that it looked as though they were all inside a vast tent. The room was crowded and stuffy and bathed in the red light cast by an ornate golden lamp dangling from the center of the ceiling in which real fairies were fluttering each a brilliant speck of light. Loud singing accompanied by what sounded like mandolins issued from a distant corner; a haze of pipe smoke hung over several elderly warlocks deep in conversation, and a number of house-elves were negotiating their way squeakily through the forest of knees, obscured by the heavy silver platters of food they were bearing, so that they looked like roving tables.

"Harry and Jamie m'boys!" boomed Slughorn, almost as the four had squeezed in through the door. "Come in, come in, so many people I'd like you two to meet! And Blaise! Nice to see you, nice to see you—dashing all of you! Now that only leaves Cormac to show and the whole lot will be here."

Slughorn was wearing a tasseled velvet hat to match his smoking jacket. Gripping Harry's arm so tightly he might have been hoping to Disapparate with him, Slughorn led him purposefully into the party; Harry seized Jamie's hand and dragged him along with him while Draco and Blaise played catch up.

"Harry, Jamie, I'd like you to meet Eldred Worple, an old student of mine, author of Blood Brothers: My Life Amongst the Vampires—and, of course, his friend Sanguini."

Worple, who was a small, stout, bespectacled man, grabbed both twins' hands and shook them enthusiastically; the vampire Sanguini, who was tall and emaciated with dark shadows under his eyes merely nodded. He looked rather bored. A gaggle of girls was standing close to him, looking curious and excited. His nosed hitched and stared at the two twins curiously as Worple said, "Harry and Jamie Potter, I am simply delighted! I was saying to Professor Slughorn only the other day, 'Where is the biography of The Potter Twins for which we have all been waiting?'"

"Have you?" Jamie asked. Harry couldn't help but stare at the vampire, who was looking at the two boys with a strange hunger.

"Just as modest as Horace described!" Worple said. "But seriously"—his manner changed' it became suddenly businesslike—"I would be delighted to write it myself—people are craving to know more about you two, boys, craving! If you were prepared to grant me a few interviews, say in four-or five-hour sessions, why, we could have the book finished within months. And all with very little effort on either of your parts, I assure you—ask Sanguini here if it isn't quite—"

The vampire stared down at the two and said simply, "You two smell like heated brood. You reek of it."

"Umm…" Harry said, both boys blushing.

"We've just seen a friend of ours, sorry," Jamie said. He made sure that Blaise and Draco were nearby and he grabbed both Blaise's and Harry's hand (Draco taking Harry's other one) and pulled them into the crowd; he had indeed just seen a long mane of brown hair disappear between what looked like two members of the Weird Sisters.

"How did he know?" Harry whispered as Jamie said, "Hermione! Hermione!"

"Jamie, Harry, there you two are! –Zabini… Malfoy," she said.

"Where's Ginny?" Jamie asked.

"She's over there somewhere," Hermione pointed to a crowd. "She saw the Weird Sisters and umm… went running."

"Funny," Jamie said with a small smile. "We've just escape Slughorn."

"What's he doing to you two?" Hermione asked.

"Showing us off like polished trophies," Harry said. He looked around and said, "Let's go over there, it seems less crowded."

The five of them made their way over to the other side of the room, scooping up goblets of mead on the way, realizing too late that Professor Trelawney was standing there alone. Harry pulled Draco away from the Professor as she started an awkward conversation with the other three. "Look at this," he whispered, opening his dress robes. He reached into a concealed pocket and pulled out his latest journal. "I've looked at a book last night," he said. "It's all here, every single page words and all."

"You think this will help us?"

"It was in Dumbledore's office, I think it will definitely help us," Harry smirked as he pushed his journal deep into his pocket again.

"Harry bloody Potter," Draco said. "With your permission, I would kiss you right now."

Harry blushed and nodded. Before he knew what happened, he was pressed against Draco's body, the Slytherin's lips on his already full lips from kissing Jamie. This was a different kiss than his kiss with Jamie where his brother was a taboo pleasure, Draco was like a dominating fire that promised to consume Harry. Unfortunately for Harry, Draco pulled away before the burning passionate fires could lay an ember on him as they were forcefully pulled into the others' conversation.

"…But why have you not returned in Divination? For you, of all people Jamie, the subject is of the utmost importance!"

"Ah, Sybill, we all think our subject's the most important!" said a loud voice, and Slughorn appeared at Professor Trelawney's other side, his face very red, his velvet a little askew, a glass of mead in one hand and an enormous mince pie in the other.

Hermione looked into the crowd, and muttering a quick "Oh thank God," ran off to her girlfriend before Slughorn could continue talking.

"But I don't think I've ever known such a natural at Potions! And two of them at that!" Slughorn said, regarding Harry and Jamie with a fond, if bloodshot, eye. "Instinctive, you know—like their mother! I've only ever taught a few with this kind of ability, I can tell you that, Sybill—why even Severus—"

And to Harry's and Jamie's horror, Slughorn threw out an arm and seemed to scoop Snape out of thin air toward them.

"Stop sulking and come and join us, Severus!" Slughorn hiccuped happily. "I was just talking about Harry and Jamie's exceptional potion-making! Some credit must go to you, of course, you taught them for five years!"

Trapped with Slughorn's arm around his shoulders, Snape looked down his hooked nose at harry, his black eyes narrowed. "Funny, I never had the impression that I managed to teach Potter anything at all."

"Well, then, it's natural ability!" Slughorn shouted. "You should have seen what he gave me, first lesson, Draught of the Living Death—never had a student produce finer on a first attempt, I don't think even you, Severus—"

"Really?" Snape said quietly, his eyes still boring into Harry, who felt a certain disquiet. The last thing he wanted was for Snape to start investigating the source of his newfound brilliance at Potions.

"Remind me what other subjects you're taking, boys?" Slughorn asked.

Jamie answered, "Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration, Herbology…"

"All the subjects required, in short, for an Auror," Snape said with the faintest sneer.

"Yeah, that's what I want to do," Jamie said defiantly.

"And I'm going to be a Healer," Harry said in the same defiant voice. "Sir." He added as an afterthought.

"And what great ones you'll make too!" Slughorn boomed. "Why I have both Auror and Healer friends that you two must meet immediately!" He let go of Snape and turned to the crowd, "If you both will wait here for a moment!" he said before disappearing.

Snape just looked at Draco and Blaise and said, "Malfoy… Zabini. I see that you've decided to accompany yourselves with… troublesome crowds. Your parents would be shocked, especially yours, Malfoy."

Draco shrugged and wrapped a possessive arm around Harry while Blaise did the same to Jamie. They both said nothing to Snape as Blaise turned to Jamie and said, "Let's go before Slughorn comes back with the entire Auror Department for you." Jamie laughed and left with Blaise.

Harry turned to Draco and said, "Come on, seems like the perfect time to show you the thing I told you about." He dragged Draco out of the office and down the corridor in a random direction. The two walked for about five minutes, Harry wanting to make sure that they were well away from Slughorn's office, before they stopped in a random classroom. Draco locked the door behind them and Harry pulled out his journal.

"Well? What was the book?" Draco asked.

"I'm sorry for not letting you help!" Harry blurted out. "You were right… you should have helped me look from the start. It's just that—"

"You don't need to explain yourself lo—Harry," Draco said, catching himself. "I'm here now, and I'm always going to be here for you. So what do you say? Can we look for the answer together?"

"Yeah," Harry said. "And I'm sorry… it doesn't look like we'll be able to do this before Christmas."

Draco stared at Harry for a moment before laughing, remembering his statement from earlier. "It's alright," he laughed. "We'll just have to make sure it's done before Valentine's Day, since New Year's is too close."

Harry smiled and nodded. He opened his journal to the last filled page and pressed his wand against the page. The memory showed itself, and Harry stopped it at the title of the text. Draco moved to sit down directly next to him, Harry placed the open journal on the teacher's desk in front of them, and Draco read the title out loud, "'Secrets of the Darkest Art' huh? Seems like the obvious place to look in."

Harry nodded and moved his wand. The memory played until the first page of the first chapter appeared and they both started to read.

Jamie and Blaise, meanwhile, found themselves at the Room of Requirement. The room was small this time, a four-poster single king-sized bed sat in the middle, light pouring in from the windows and the fireplace on the wall. The bed's curtains were tied to the posters, looking very inviting. Blaise pulled Jamie in and smirked as the door closed behind them. "Right now Potter, strip," he commanded, taking off his own clothes.

Jamie stared at him for a moment before obeying. Under his clothes, Blaise had on a leather vest-like thing that went to the very tip of his stomach, only resting against his chest and open so that the edges of the leather barely brushed his hard, perked dark nipples. His body had a lean masculinity to it, hairless and taunt as Jamie's eyes went from the leather vest down to the tight black and red leather pants that looked more like a speedo than pants. It only hugged his crotch and ass, leaving his legs completely bare. There was an open hole where his dick laid flaccid. Jamie couldn't help but swallow at the sight of Blaise's dick. Even flaccid it was big and thick, like the size of Blaise's wrist. Blaise smirked when he noticed Jamie just staring. "I love leather," he said. "The feel of it… the smell of it… what you'll look like completely covered by it. Oh yes Jamie, my boy, before I'm done with you I'll make sure that you're obsessed with leather as I am. Now, be a good boy… and strip."

Something sparked in Jamie and he practically threw his outer clothes off, revealing the dark-green jockstrap he was wearing. His hardening cock pushing against the confide and leaving a dark mark. His chest moved with every breath he made, his muscles flexed in nervous anticipation as the air around the room seemed to change. The heat inside him caused the boy to groan lightly as it grew, his hole clenching. Blaise smirked in appreciation as he eyed Jamie up and down like a piece of meat—very muscular, handsome, and sexy meat. "Just the jockstrap?" he asked. "It's a first step."

"Harry has more," Jamie said, trying to reclaim any bit of power. "I buy these clothes for Harry mostly, not me."

"Oh? And what does Harry have?" Blaise asked. He stopped behind Jamie and pushed against him, his flaccid cock resting between Jamie's large globes of muscled ass. Blaise reached around Jamie's chest and reached for his throat. "Does he have a collar?" he breathed in Jamie's ear.

"No," Jamie whimper.

A long finger traced from Jamie's neck before resting on his chest. "Any jewelry?"

"Necklaces," Jamie breathed. "Shirts that hugs to his skin."

"Mmm… " Blaise said. "Low-cut shirts that barely covers his chest?"

"Y-Yeah," Jamie said as Blaise's hand moved towards one of his nipples and started twisting it between his thumb and pointer. "Shirts that pushes his chest… makes them look bigger? Feminine?"

"Y-yes," Jamie said, his voice hitch.

Blaise's hand moved down again, tracing and playing with Jamie's abs as he asked, "Shirts that bare his stomach to the world?"

"Mm-hmm," Jamie nodded. Blaise's second hand snaked up his body and grabbed him by the throat again, his finger brushing Jamie's chin. Again the first hand moved and rested on Jamie's jockstrap. "And the legs? What does Harry wear?"

"S-stockings," Jamie said. "A-and tight jeans."

"Is he a good boy in them?"

"I—"

"Is he a good boy in them? Dressing in those clothes?" Blaise asked, his grip tightening very subtly.

"Yes," Jamie said. "Harry's a very good boy." His cock was painfully pushing against his jockstrap.

"Then…" Blaise breathed, licking Jamie's ear, "then you will have to be a better boy. Will you do that Jamie? Will you be my good boy?"

Jamie nodded quickly, the heat inside of him practically melting his bones as he relaxed under Blaise's touch. Blaise smiled and bit Jamie's ear. "Great," he said. "See Jamie? Let all those silly thoughts of you topping out of your head… your heat knows who's really in charge, doesn't it."

Jamie groaned as Blaise pressed his hardening cock against his ass once more. Blaise gently pushed Jamie down, guiding the muscled boy to his knees. "Here is what is going to happen tonight," Blaise said. "You are going to suck my cock, get it nice and hard, and when I'm hard, you're going to crawl to the bed and present that lovely ass to me. I'm going to stretch you real good baby, and you're going to take each and every inch of my cock in your ass. Does that son good, Jamie?"

Jamie groaned and nodded, "Yeah," he breathed.

"Good. Get to sucking—but first," Blaise pulled out his wand and pressed it against Jamie's jockstrap, transfiguring it into a leather jockstrap with a small hole for his cock to finally release itself from its confine. Jamie groaned at the change, the cold leather a completely different sensation of his jockstrap. He wanted to touch himself in relief but Blaise stopped him, slapping his hand. "No, no, no," he said. "You're only touching one cock tonight Jamie boy."

He stood in front of Jamie, a towering figure that oozed sexual power and dominance naturally. His flaccid eight in cock resting against a pair of balls the size of small tennis balls and the leather speedo Blaise was wearing. Jamie pressed his face against the cock, breathing in the musky scent mixed with the leather. His mind felt intoxicated as he breathed it in again, his nose buried in the point where the hole began and black pubic hairs poked out. Blaise's hand found itself in Jamie's hair and he gently pushed him against the cock. "Go ahead Jamie boy, kiss it."

Jamie did so, kissing the base and moving down the hot piece of flesh until he reached the fat mushroom head which he kissed twice as it jerked towards his mouth. "Good… show my balls some love too," Blaise whispered and Jamie kissed Blaise's hardening cock one last time before pressing against Blaise's balls, his cock sliding up Jamie's face and starting to leave pre-cum in his hair. "That's it… good Potter," Blaise muttered as Jamie kissed and licked Blaise's hairy balls, again getting intoxicated by the musky, masculine smell. "Good… now start sucking," Blaise commanded and Jamie returned to the fat mushroom head of Blaise's cock. He gave it a lick and opened his mouth as wide as he could. Already his lips were getting stretched and his jaw ached as he swallowed in quick succession to keep the spittle from flooding his mouth. Blaise calmed him, gently petting his hair as he guided Jamie. Soon the entire head of Blaise's cock was inside Jamie's mouth. His lips were stretched and his jaw ached as he kept his mouth open wide.

"Just so you know," Blaise said. "When I'm fully hard… I easily beat twelve inches… and I'm five inches thick. But don't worry, we'll train your mouth and throat gradually."

Jamie groaned both in lust and sheer fright of Blaise's full size. His mouth was already aching and only the mushroom head was in! Blaise started pushing in, and Jamie quickly figured out that he needed to breathe through his nose, which only got him to smell the leathery musk again. His tongue rested against the underside of Blaise's cock licking and caressing the cock as it moved into his mouth. "That's it… breathe," Blaise groaned. "We're going to turn you into a good cocksucker yet. Good boy, Jamie."

Jamie swallowed and reached for Blaise's cock. He gave a stroke to the majority that he couldn't fit in his mouth and started to move in unison with his mouth. Blaise's moaned encouraged the Potter as he moved his mouth up and down the first three inches of Blaise's cock, the head always in as his hands worked on the rest. Slowly the cock awoke to life, filling with blood as it got bigger and harder. Jamie felt as if his mouth was being stretched even further as he swallowed the fourth inch. Blaise's hands were now roughly grabbing Jamie's hair, moaning and swearing fully as his cock got harder and harder. "Fuck Jamie! Fucking suck that cock—fuck yes suck that Slytherin cock you lion!"

Jamie growled like a lion, his voice reverberating around Blaise's cock. "Fuck yeah—I've decided you're going to be my lion boy. Yeah—you're my lion and I'm your fucking trainer—damn!" Blaise groaned. Getting extremely turned on my Blaise's words, Jamie moved farther down Blaise's cock, swallowing inch by inch before choking on half of Blaise's immensely huge and thick dick. "Good kitty, purr for me lion," Blaise groaned. Jamie made a sound around Blaise's cock which got him moaning even more.

Jamie's cock was painfully hard during this, his pre-cum dripping to the floor in a small puddle. Both boys didn't notice as Blaise's pre-cum started to flood Jamie's mouth, oozing out the corners of Jamie's mouth and dripping down his face before joining Jamie's pre-cum or falling onto his painfully hard cock. Without warning, Blaise pulled out of Jamie's mouth, bruising Jamie's lips but neither boy cared at the moment. Blaise smiled down at Jamie and noticed the pre-cum. "Look at all the milk we've spilled, my pretty lion," he said pointing down to the puddle. "Good lion-boys don't leave a mess now Jamie," he said. "Lick it clean. The floor's safe, I promise."

Without even hesitating to argue, Jamie got on all fours and bent down, his ass up in the air, and he licked the puddle of pre-cum up, lapping at it as he scoped tongue-full after tongue-full into his mouth and swallowing it. It was the most erotic tasting thing, his cum mixed with Blaise's to a point that you couldn't tell which is which. He continued to lap and clean the puddle as Blaise moved around Jamie again and looked down at his prize. Two pale muscular globes the size of dinner plates stared back at Blaise, stretched because of Jamie's position, and revealing a pink puckered hole gasping for need and surrounded by faint black hairs. Blaise smirked and smacked Jamie's ass. "A nice hairy ass, perfect for my lion," he said. "Did you drink all your milk, Jamie?"

"Yes, Blaise," Jamie said.

"Good. Now pounce onto the bed like a good lion so I can have a proper look at you," Blaise commanded. Staying on all fours, Jamie crawled towards the bed, his ass swaying gently as Blaise stared at it. I'm sure there are some lion toys that I can find, he thought to himself. He watched impressed as Jamie did jump onto the bed like a lion or cat would and he stayed on all fours, waiting in the center of the bed for the next command. Blaise climbed onto the bed and knelt before Jamie's backside, the Gryffindor's legs spread to welcome him. "Keep your head down and ass up, I'm going to need to stretch you," Blaise said. "Accio lube," he called out and a bottle came flying from nowhere towards them. Blaise caught it casually and opened the bottle.

Jamie rested his head on his arms and stuck his ass into the air. His cheeks naturally spread, and the Gryffindor groaned as Blaise poured some of the lube directly onto his hole, the excess running down his crack and onto his balls before dripping. The heat inside Jamie grew hotter and hotter as the anticipation grew. Blaise took his time coating his fingers in lube, making sure that they were completely drenched before reaching towards Jamie's ass. The muscular boy took to mewling as he began to sweat, the heat spreading from his asshole to the rest of his body giving him a fever. "Please," he begged. "Please Blaise, I need it."

"You need it, huh?" Blaise smirked. He pressed his finger against Jamie's hole and was surprised with the immediate welcome, his finger sliding in easy to the knuckle. "Interesting," Blaise said. "Did you feel that, my lion? Your hole opened immediately for my finger. It wants to be fucked by me almost as much as you do. I wonder… how ready will it accept two fingers?"

Blaise pulled his first finger out and pressed it together with the second. Again he pressed it against Jamie's needy hole and it opened for him, the hot ass pressing tight against the two fingers. "What a greedy little hole you have, Jamie," Blaise breathed. "It's almost like I don't need to stretch you for my cock. But I think I'll have my fun for a bit." He curled the two fingers and Jamie groaned. Blaise moved his fingers, scissoring them and curling them together, all his actions earned him a moan or a groan from the muscled teen underneath him. Blaise added his third finger and started to rapidly moving his fingers in and out of Jamie's hole, fucking it roughly as it gotten looser and looser. "That it, open up for me boy," Blaise said. "Good lion, good Jamie. Such a good boyfriend—such a good lion. Look at you, completely under my control."

He was. Jamie was completely under Blaise's control. He was a panting, sweating wretch whose dick was throbbing to cum. He could barely stay in that position, his legs weak and chest shaking rapidly as sweat and pre-cum stained the bedsheets. Finally, Blaise's fingers hit one particular shot that made Jamie see stars. His ass clenched around the fingers as he gave a scream, his cock blasting cum out like a rocket onto the sheets. His mind went blank for a moment and he started to purr in satisfaction.

"There it is," Blaise said victoriously. "I think you're ready now Jamie, but first I want you to say it."

Jamie snapped from his cum-filled dazed and said, "Say what?"

"Say 'Please fuck your lion, Blaise, I need your cock,'" Blaise said, positioning his cock to rest at Jamie's ass, the fat mushroom head barely kissing the hole.

Jamie moaned and said, "Please Blaise, please fuck your lion—I need your cock, sir!"

"If you insist," Blaise said and he plunged fully into Jamie's ass. His assumption was right and it greeted him greedily, opening just enough to let his cock in but still hold it with a tight possessive need. Both boys groaned as Jamie's cock started to harden again as Blaise start moving. The Slytherin didn't even build up the rhythm, instead opting to start brutal. His hips slammed against Jamie's ass painfully as he fucked Jamie like a machine. The dark-skinned Slytherin leaned forward and pressed his body against Jamie's, their sweat combining as the boy's hips continue to piston against Jamie's ass, his cock fucking deeper and deeper until Jamie felt like his entire being was being fucked by Blaise.

And he loved every second of it.

His muscles flexed and constricted, his brow sweat, his dick bounced helplessly between his legs and he was screaming out the lewdest of joys as Blaise destroyed his ass with his cock. Jamie was roaring out Blaise's name over and over again like a religious chant that kept him connected to this world. Both boys fell towards the bed until Jamie was laying down completely and Blaise was still fucking him, Jamie's ass cheeks squeezing against Blaise's incredibly long and thick cock as well. Blaise pulled out completely and barked out, "Turn around," his voice two octaves deeper than normal. Jamie did and wrapped his legs around Blaise's waist as the teen slid in again. Blaise's sweat was falling onto Jamie, the boy's eyes locked to each other. In one quick move Blaise took off Jamie's glasses and smashed his mouth against Jamie, rutting furiously into his hole. "Keep growling!" his hoarse voice commanded and Jamie growled and screamed as he continued to be fucked.

"Fuck-fuck—fuck yeah Jamie—fuck yeah you're mine. You're my lion, my boyfriend, my everything—fuck you're so tight!" Blaise groaned.

"Yes! Yes! Your everything," Jamie groaned. The animalistic sex continued on, both boys going at it: Blaise an alpha predator claiming his mate and Jamie the mate the heat. Their cocks throbbed harder and harder as release came closer and closer until in an act of animalistic instinct, Blaise bit down on Jamie's neck screaming as he came inside the boy. Jamie let out an animalistic howl as for the first time in his life he felt completely full and satisfied, the hot feeling of Blaise's cum deep inside him triggering his second orgasm which covered both his and Blaise's chests.

They stayed there panting heavily as they rode the high together. Soon enough Blaise's cock started to go soft and he pulled out, leaving Jamie's ass exposed to the elements and strangely cold and empty. He gave a whine and moved immediately to clean Blaise's cock and leather jock. Blaise chuckled and petted Jamie's hair. "See Jamie? You don't need to touch your cock anymore," he said exhausted. "I can make you cum whenever we want."

Jamie and looked up at Blaise and gave a small nod before curling around the Slytherin. "I think I love you," he breathed sleepily.

"I think I love you too, my lion," Blaise said as they both drifted off to a satisfied and peaceful sleep, laying in each other's arms.

The night was cloudless. The stars in their multitude filling the darkness with order and light. The silent sentinels watched down as at the Astronomy Tower and a boy, almost friendless and depressed stared out, his eyes once full of confidence now empty of any emotion and glassy. How did this happen? Why did this happen? The bullying never stopped, not once. Soon others began it as well, people he didn't even knew started pulling pranks at him and the roars of laughter filled the castle. But Harry never knew, no Harry never knew his pain or his cry for redemption. They made sure of it. His torture was a silent torture filled with thunderous laughter that never reached Harry's ears, or Jamie's or any of their friends. He knew that those snakes were behind it, it quickly became the widest known secret: Bully this teen for all you want, but make sure Harry and his friends never know. His torture, his anguish was a story that was never going to be told, because those disgusting snakes didn't want to tell it. So now on the last day of class before Christmas break where he was set to return to a father who doesn't love him and a mother who doesn't help him, this boy is left with a single choice as he took a step closer to the edge, a choice that Harry will never know or hear of.

The stars stared down watching as the boy made his choice, knowing that his story and it's ending will never be known to the boy he loved.

A/N: I need to get better at writing sex scenes. And Harry and Jamie kissing? Well then…

Stefire: Well, I hope this is near enough for your birthday lol. And thanks very much

Jokul Frosti: I'm sorry if the last chapter didn't satisfied you, it was hard getting back into writing but hopefully I've reached my groove. Anyway, looks like Harry's finally opening up with the book.

Leopardblack: It's coming slowly but surely and it peeks itself out of a hole every now and then

Littlesprout: Thanks and no I imagine Harry was having a Light Yagami moment.

AnnaMerteuil: Thanks!