An Existing Loophole – Chapter 8
When Harry woke up that next morning, he had no intention of doing a second round like Graham had offered the night before.
But when the words were uttered that morning, he could remember nodding his head. He knew that he would probably regret it later but right now he didn't care.
Harry moaned softly at the soft kisses, melting back into the bed as Graham made quick work of opening him back up, although it was easier than yesterday. Mewling when his betrothed slid home inside of him. Their movements were slow, tender and passionate, love making. Taking their time together, Graham trying to learn every inch of Harry and what the Gryffindor enjoyed most. Never separating their lips longer than needed to take a breath before latching back again. Thankfully they had another hour before breakfast, Harry thought to himself as he let himself fall.
It wasn't how Harry would have expected his morning to go. It definitely helped his mood, being happier than he had since his name had come out of the Goblet. Though it was still embarrassing that he wasn't able to last much longer than he had the night before.
The Slytherin still managed to get him to cum twice before he had. Though he could already feel it starting to leak out. He was starting to realize that Graham enjoyed teasing him. The covers were barely covering him as Graham walked around his room. Harry couldn't help but watch his every moment.
"You going to come to breakfast with me?" Graham asked as he buttoned up his white school shirt, "my friends would like to meet my betrothed, and if on the off chance we have conceived already, you need to start eating healthy balanced meals. Not skipping meals or only have sweets from the kitchens."
Harry still hadn't moved from where he was on the bed, his back resting against the pillows. He still needed a shower, but he figured he would wait until Graham left for that. He really didn't want the entire school to know he smelled like sex.
"I don't eat just sweets!" Harry denied.
"When you ran into me and first propositioned me, you only had treacle tart and pumpkin juice," Graham deadpanned, "I will not allow my heir to be risked in the womb due to their mother not eating healthy."
"I wasn't that hungry," Harry muttered. He didn't mention the fact that he had gone back to the kitchens, and it wasn't just that he ate. The House Elves were really good at making roast as well. But like always, he couldn't really eat very much of it. He had his lovely relatives to thank for that.
Graham rolled his eyes, "Do you want to shower before breakfast?" He asked nodding towards the bathroom, "It has great pressure, and there are towels in the bottom cupboard. The cupboard also has a heating charm so that the towels are warm. I shall go and get a spare uniform from Zabini for you, thankfully the only thing with house colors and crest are the outside robes," He grinned.
"Once I can move, I might," Harry nodded. Then he realized what Graham just said. "But that has Slytherin colors! My robes are just fine!"
"I never did say that you had to wear the outer robes, though the color green would bring out your eyes more," Graham snickered.
"I will be back shortly, breakfast is over in forty minutes so don't shower for too long," Graham winked before leaving his dorm. It was only then that Harry realized Blaise and Theo would know exactly why Graham was coming looking for a uniform in their size.
"Nooo…" He moaned, hands covering his face. "Shit." He hurried to the shower wincing with the movement. This was going to suck. Blaise would never let this go without saying something.
He definitely should not have agreed to a second round. His back was flaring up and his arse felt like it was burning. He couldn't even bare imagine what it would feel like if he was sitting down on a hard bench.
Just the thought made him wince. Though his jaw dropped when he saw the bathroom. There was a tub and a shower?! The counter had two dual sinks and he saw the cupboard that Graham had referenced. He watched in amazement of how the water seemed to go to the right temperature when he turned the knobs for the shower. He definitely was not going to take a bath.
With uneasy steps, he stepped into the shower and shut the glass door. Letting the water fall down his back, it felt soothing. When he opened his eyes back, he saw the shampoo and body wash. His cheeks heated up; he was going to smell like Graham...
Ohh… but that water was helping all his sore muscles, right now he felt his cares wash away. He had someone who was willing to go along with this insane plan to save his life. He was betrothed, which initially had scared him, but now he thought about it, it was kind of relaxing. He never had to worry about if the person he was with was only in it for the fame and money. He was also relieved that in the Wizarding World, they didn't really care if you preferred witches or blokes given the fact that male pregnancies were possible. Unlike in the Muggle world, where people like his Uncle Vernon were so loud with their hatred. Now, all he had to do was wait for the pregnancy to happen, he could only hope that it was before the first task. He couldn't survive facing down a dragon! Whoever had that idea was insane.
Harry shook his head, the last thing he needed to do was panic while in Graham's shower. He really didn't want to even think about the task at all. And he really didn't want Graham catching him quite yet, despite that he had already seen most of everything. The thought was enough to make him blush.
His wet feet touched the mat out of the shower as a hand reached towards the cupboard for one of the towels. He couldn't help burying his face into the warmth of it.
Oh, these were the fluffiest, warmest, softest towels he had ever felt. Why were these so much nicer than the ones in the Gryffindor Tower, which were already better than the allocated ones the Dursleys had for him. Even though he knew his aunt and uncle would never let him use their nice towels. He had always been given the dirty and ratty ones.
He melted into the large navy-blue towel happily, it was then he noticed the silver stitching on the towels still in the cupboard. GM and a small crest. They were Graham's, most likely brought from home for school.
Oh, they smelled like Vanilla, Harry noticed, 'I wonder if Graham would notice if I took one,' he thought with a chuckle.
He then used the towel to dry his hair before wrapping it around his body. He was a bit surprised to notice it fit all the way around him. He nudged open the door back to Graham's bedroom, peeking out to see if Graham was there or not.
Graham grinned and winked from where he was sitting on the bed, "Why, hello you," he muttered looking Harry up and down, eyes hungry.
"No," Harry shook his head, "Not happening, I can barely walk as it is!" He declared, one hand up in front of him, as if warding off Graham.
That made the Slytherin snicker, "could still leave another mark..."
Harry looked hesitant before shaking his head, "nope, not happening. Did you even get the clothes from Blaise or was that an excuse to see me naked?"
"Oh, I don't need to excuse to do that," Graham smirked at him.
Harry blushed, "not helping..."
"Here," Graham finally laughed, passing the clothes over, he knew Harry was bound to be sore. But he also couldn't help the teasing, Harry was beautiful and so tempting.
Harry narrowed his eyes at him, one hand grabbing the clothes. "That is not funny," he muttered before darting back into the bathroom.
He locked the door, even though he knew it wouldn't matter much. Even he knew the spell for that one.
Dropping the towel, Harry quickly grabbed the undershirt and shoved it over his head. He had grabbed his boxers earlier; he was not going to wear Blaise's. He eased those on before pulling on the trousers. That meant his Gryffindor robe was still in Graham's room.
The clothes were a little baggy, but not by much which he was surprised by, "I didn't think they would fit this well," he commented, coming out of the bathroom. He rolled his eyes when Graham was eyeing up Harry's toned stomach as he did up the buttons.
"Yeah, he didn't think his uniform would fit, but he had packed one of last year's sets by mistake so that worked well," Graham noted, immediately seeing Harry's embarrassment at having to wear Blaise's year-old uniform and it being too big. He was suspicious of the fact that Harry was the smallest in his year, and smaller than some of the third years. He hadn't brought it up yet, knowing Harry wouldn't trust him yet, but he had seen a few faded scars that had made his gut flare and stomach sink. He wouldn't press it just yet, but if he found out anyone had been hurting his betrothed, he would kill them.
Harry didn't hesitate to grab his Gryffindor outer robe and flung it over his shoulders. Though he used the bed to slip on his socks and shoes.
"You're staring..." Harry mumbled.
"How could I not?" Graham whispered slyly, "Not only do I have an extremely attractive and powerful betrothed, who I had in my bed twice. But on top of that, he may already be carrying my heir."
Harry felt Graham's hands on his shoulders as the Slytherin moved closer, his front pressing up against Harry's back.
"Are all you Slytherins this charming?" Harry breathed shakily, head tilting back onto Graham's shoulder.
"Just me," Graham whispered, his breath sending shivers down Harry's spine.
They both were startled when there was banging coming from the dorm's door. Harry quickly separated from Graham; he couldn't believe how quickly he had become jelly for Graham. Despite his pain and earlier protests, he had no doubts if they hadn't been interrupted, they would have gone again. Classes and breakfast be damned.
"OI!" A voice shouted, "Graham! Where the fuck are you!? You never take this long!"
"I'm coming!" Graham shouted back, "damn Terence… Maybe today is the day I finally kill him." He muttered to Harry.
Harry snickered, maybe I should extend my thanks to him. And hopefully both Blaise and Theo have already left for class."
He kind of doubted his own words but he still rather avoid the teasing that was sure to come. Besides, walking was already difficult enough. He rather not make that worse if possible.
"Come on," Graham laughed, "Let's get you fed, and you can meet Terence and the others."
"I'm not sitting at the Slytherin table," Harry snapped. The last thing he needed was for more stares. He was a bloody Gryffindor not a Slytherin. Who would want to be around a Gryffindor!? And he knew that Dumbledore wouldn't ignore that. Everyone in the school knew that he didn't like Slytherin house
"You don't have to if you are really opposed it," Graham said evenly, "But eventually the whole school will know you are my betrothed and carrying my child. You have friends inside Slytherin and me now. But you will eat healthy meals from now on, do you really want to be sitting at Gryffindor alone?"
Harry crossed his arms, "I knew they would eventually. And just because I'm friends with a few Slytherins and your betrothed does not mean that Slytherins likes me. I'm still a Gryffindor according to them! And sitting alone at the Gryffindor Table!? Don't make me laugh. When was the last time you saw me eat in the Great Hall or the Gryffindor Table for that matter?"
"No Slytherin would say a damn word against you," Graham swore, "They know when to keep their mouths shut. We also stand by each other; no other houses will stand with us. And if we have any conflicts with each other, they are dealt with inside the dorms. You know the other houses would devour us if they saw any weakness or discontent among us." Harry nodded attentively, he wasn't blind, even before this, at how the other students treated Slytherins.
"I wish for you to eat in the Great Hall so I can confirm you are sustaining yourself and our child, and as my betrothed, I also wish for you to start meeting my friends and family. Making alliances yourself with other high standing Purebloods and Halfbloods. You have already started with Blaise and Theo, along with your truce with the Malfoy Heir."
"Why do you call Blaise and Theo their names but not Malfoy?" Harry asked, he knew he did it mostly from habit after his rivalry with the blonde.
"It is respect," Graham explained, "I am close with Blaise and Theo, we have given each other permission to use our given names. Heir Malfoy is an ally to majority of the main Pureblood lines, but we are not friends. Using a last name and title shows respect to an ally, using a first name informally without permission is a major insult. It is one of the things Dumbledore and his followers do repeatedly to any who follow etiquette and the old ways. He calls it Pureblood supremacy and conduct."
"It wasn't done to create any alliances. Theo and Blaise pretty much forced me to talk to them and wouldn't leave me be since. I was irritated at the time, but now I'm glad that they did. I doubt I would ever get along with Malfoy though. And no doubt Blaise is going to tease me he gets the chance..." Harry grumbled.
He didn't let Graham respond as he continued on.
"Besides, breakfast will probably be over with by the time we get to the Great Hall. I've been going to the kitchens for my meals ever since. Don't treat me like I don't know how to take care of myself, I've been doing it for years!" Harry gritted his teeth
Graham sighed, bloody Gryffindors! "I am not trying to treat you like you don't know how to take care of yourself!" He refuted, "Although, we will be coming back to you doing it for years already." His heart sunk when he saw how white Harry had gone when he realized what he had let slip, it seems his first impression was right, and possibly worse than he had thought.
"But this isn't about just you anymore," Graham continued, "If you are carrying my child, then I need to make sure they are healthy and given the best start in life! Don't you want that for them?!" Harry opened his mouth, probably to say he something like he could do that without being in the Great Hall but Graham kept talking.
"You don't think that we owe it to our child's wellbeing, our future and marriage to get to know each other, each other's friends, families, dislikes, and likes? How can we do that if you won't meet me halfway? We don't share classes together, and I am in sixth year, Harry, with my N.E.W.T.S. practice exams this year, as well as my end of year exams. I am going to be there for the pregnancy as much as I can, but we won't have that much time together."
Harry bit his lip, to be honest he hadn't even thought about any of that.
"I would like to know my betrothed before our child is born or before the Handfasting. It is also ingrained in wizarding culture to take care of the mother, to caterer, to the wellness of mother, and child."
"I am not a female," Harry muttered petulantly, "I may be getting pregnant, but I am male."
"Now, breakfast is almost over, but I need coffee and some food, I will not push further than I have already. But I do suggest you think about this, and I would prefer your company this morning." Graham finished as he walked around Harry and towards the door, not looking back as he left. Harry could faintly hear the friend, Terence, loudly asking, "What the fuck is going on? I could hear yelling, is someone in there? You disappoint another bed partner with your subpar loving?" That was when he heard raucous laughter from at least three others.
The door then slammed shut.
Harry wasn't expecting the door to slam, and he slightly flinched at the sound. His eyes started to well up after he heard the same voice from earlier. Terence, he supposed his name was. He could slowly feel himself sliding to the floor. He brought his knees closer in until his head was resting on his kneecaps. The laughs had done it.
He felt… used.
Where his mind should have been thinking of everything Graham had said beforehand, but it wasn't. It should have been thinking where Graham wanted to know him and seemed to care. He wasn't sure why he would. But the slamming of the door was familiar when someone wanted away from him. Not that he would be surprised, most everyone did.
Bed partner…
Was he just another notch on the Slytherin's bedpost?
Then the laughs…
Harry buried his face into his knees, he could feel the tears falling.
He barely felt time passing as he let himself fall into the doubt and self-pity, the room was getting smaller and darker. Maybe the Dursley's were right, and it wasn't long before he was being trapped into his memories. He could hear Petunia screeching about how useless he was and how his parents died after getting drunk and driving to escape him. He could hear Vernon laughing as he beat him with a belt or fist. He let out muffled scream as he felt the phantom pain of Dudley ordering his friends Piers, Gordan, and Malcolm to hold him down as Dudley used his stiletto switchblade to carve FREAK into his upper back. It was the only time Petunia had helped him, patching up his back so it didn't get infected, but she hadn't believed him when he said it had been Dudley. Not her perfect son, obviously he had been wonderful enough to rescue his waste of space cousin and risked being contaminated with his freakiness. Harry let his eyes close, trying to push the memories away. But the idea that Graham was just using him, that he had in fact leapt at the chance to bang the Boy Who Lived was sticking with him. Time slipped quickly, and before he even felt himself returning back to himself, back to reality, he had missed the entirety of his first class, Herbology.
He had to blink a few times to recall where he was. Nobody had been back. He suddenly didn't want to be there anymore. He felt alone, more than ever.
Harry sniffled as he palmed one of the pockets of his robe. He had stuffed his Invisibility Cloak there. It was probably only a matter of time before he may be discovered. Graham was probably already gloating to his friends on how he snagged his virginity...
But he knew what would meet him behind that door, the entire Slytherin House laughing at him. They would know whose room it was. Didn't they already?
He slid under the cloak before leaving, only opening the dorm door enough to slip out in the hopes of no one seeing it open. But he needn't have worried, there was no one in sight. He snuck down to the Common Room and there were only a few fifth and seventh years scattered around. Most likely on study breaks. It was kind of ridiculous how easy it was to leave the Slytherin House. Now he had to decide if he was going to hide the rest of the day or go to his next class, Care of Magical Creatures. He didn't want to hear teasing from Theo or Blaise, but he also didn't want them to come looking and force a conversation in private about everything that happened. And if it was being honest, he also didn't want to be burden of worry on his new friends.
If only he had insisted on still wearing his own clothes. He cringed as he looked in the direction of the Slytherin dorms. Some of his clothes were still there, scattered about. He placed a hand to his stomach. He didn't even know if he had conceived yet. He still didn't want to do the tournament. He didn't know what to do. But he didn't think he could go back to the Slytherin Common Room.
That was when his stomach growled at him, he still hadn't eaten anything yet. He had his entire break before he had to think about making a decision.
Though, if he was being honest with himself, he would rather hide away in Gryffindor Tower and never come back out.
But he knew that wasn't an option as he continued on his way to the kitchens, still under his cloak.
Tickling the pear before approaching the House Elves.
"Can I get a plate of eggs, toast, and sausages," Harry asked quietly. He didn't think he would ever be able to eat bacon again, so the thought of asking for that was slightly repulsing to him.
"Of course!" the sweet little elf Tippy grinned at him as Dobby squealed at seeing his Master Harry again. It didn't take long before Tippy came back with his food.
A small smile edged on his face before he was given a hot plate of food. It was a lot, Harry noticed as he started to scoop a fork into his mouth. It was delicious.
"Thank you," he said softly, shaking his head when the elves all squeaked with embarrassment and praising the great and generous Harry Potter.
Suddenly starving beyond measure, he started to eat it quickly. He was able to finish about three quarters of it before his stomach started to protest. Usually, he could only stomach about half of a plate before he would put the plate down. But he still needed to change. Anyone that looked at him would be able to tell his clothes were too big.
"Is Master Harry Potter, okay?" Dobby asked, head tilted to the side, ears flopping.
"Yeah Dobby, I will be," He lied, thankfully although a bad liar, Dobby never pushed him despite wanting to make everything better.
Letting the House Elves get back to work, Harry left the kitchens. Making his way up the seventh floor back to Gryffindor Tower. That way he could get out of Blaise's clothes and hopefully give them back to him.
Thank Merlin for the invisibility cloak, he was able to avoid all the other students as he hurried back to Gryffindor Tower. Although he had unfortunately now had bruises on his left arm as he had smacked two doors while dodging students. He did not need the issues with bumping into someone and them discovering the cloak.
It made getting to the seventh floor longer than he liked and when nobody was in view, he quickly donned the cloaked and stuffed it into his pocket. He didn't need the Fat Lady to be telling anyone that he had the cloak.
That was when he said the password, waiting for her to open her portrait.
He sighed when she glared at him before opening, purposefully slow. He rolled his eyes; stupid woman often took sides in squabbles of students. As he entered, he could feel the eyes of the other Gryffindors glaring at him, then the muttering started.
"Fucking cheat," McLaggen snarled, tripping Harry the minute he passed, Harry whimpered as he caught himself with his hands. Hand rolling slightly under his weight.
"Screw you," Harry snapped before beelining to his dorm, refusing to cry in front of anyone.
He had forgotten how much he had come to despise Gryffindor Tower. He had come close to falling face first and all he felt was fear. He didn't think it would do anything except to give him wounded pride.
But as he got to the fourth-year dorms, he slowed down. A bad feeling started to creep up his spine.
"Get it together, Potter," he hissed to himself. Slowly, he opened the doors and walked up the steps.
He wondered if Professor McGonagall could give him a room outside of the Gryffindor Tower. He doubted it but he could dream. He opened the dorm for the fourth-year boys and let out a cry of shock. His bed! The bright red curtains were torn to pieces, almost nothing was left, his sheets, pillows, and duvet were all soaking wet and the stench screamed urine. It was bad enough to make Harry's eyes water from the smell alone. His trunk was open and looked like a muggle hammer had been taken to it! Massive dents all over it. He ran over in fear, gasping when he saw all of his belongings strewn all over the floor behind his trunk and bed.
His clothes were all ripped and torn, about as useful as a rag. He didn't care about Dudley's castaways, except for the fact that everyone would know now. Every single cloak had been reduced to shreds. All of his books... pages ripped out; parchment was torn in half. Even his ink wells had been dumped over everything. The quills he had were snapped in half.
Harry could feel himself collapsing to his knees. The tears didn't come until he saw the most horrific of all.
The book that Hagrid gave him at the end of his first year. Priceless pictures... torn up. There were small pieces of his dad's and mum's face.
He sobbed as he clutched the ruined book, all wet with ink and who knows what else. He knew he didn't think much of his parents except for the fact that they died for him. But the book had been a gift. Hagrid had given him his first two gifts. Hedwig and that book of memories. Before then, he didn't even know what his parents had looked like.
Everything had been destroyed. All except his cloak and map, which was still resting in his pockets.
He grasped the torn photo's desperately, tears hitting them as he sobbed helplessly. Then he felt the rise of overwhelming anger. How dare they?! They knew he was an orphan with a shitty family, they might not know the details, but they knew these were the only photos he had of his parents. That he bought all of his uniforms and books himself because the Dursleys would never lend a finger to pay anything for him. It was then that he saw his Nimbus 2001 in the corner, it had been a gift from his Head of House last year when his Nimbus 2000 had been destroyed by the Whomping Willow. All because a student had gotten nosy and swiped his broom and eventually lost control. The broom was broken in half and most of the tail was just twigs.
It was the first time that someone had believed in him. Even though it was just Quidditch. Professor McGonagall had gone out of her way to get that when she didn't have to.
Harry sat back on his knees, bum to heels, and just stared at the wreckage. The anger was giving way to resignation and shock. He didn't even hear the opening behind them or the shocked gasp of Dean Thomas and Neville Longbottom. The two surveyed the damage with horror. Although they weren't sure to believe if Harry put his name in or not, they couldn't believe one of their friends did this to another! Regardless of if he did do it for the fame and glory, he didn't deserve this, especially considering the most likely two suspects, Ronald and Seamus. Both wanted to enter for the fame and money themselves. Although Seamus had changed his mind after the age limit and heard how dangerous it had been. But Dean was pretty sure Ronald was only pissed that if Harry did do it, he hadn't helped him break the rules too.
"I'm getting McGonagall," Dean muttered as Neville nodded, looking nauseous. He hoped Seamus hadn't taken part in this, he couldn't imagine what McGonagall was going to do to the guilty party.