NSFW

(I very carefully kept this M although some might consider it skirts close to the AO line. Just a fair warning)

JPOV

We were in my bed in the Gryffindor dormitory, laying together the way we usually had over the last month. I had just finished reading to him out of one of his favorite books, running my hand through his delicate hair, when Cyril finally turned himself over so he could look at me. He had propped himself up on his elbows, staring mischievously into my eyes.

I knew that look by now.

He pushed himself upwards to press his lips to mine so that we could snog. I felt his tongue move immediately into my mouth. 'He's always so mesmerizing when we kiss…'

We continued as we had the last two months of our relationship, a tender and intimate dance of lips and tongues until I realized this time was different.

"Cyril stop," I ordered when I realized his hands had undone half the buttons of my shirt. But he didn't stop, he merely continued to kiss my neck slowly, moving down farther as he undid yet more buttons. He kissed my chest and then abs, toned from months of quidditch practice. I closed my eyes, trying to enjoy myself, but a panic set in when his hands undid the belt at my waist.

"Cyr."

"laisse-moi essayer au moins (Let me try at least). Don't you owe me that?" He pleaded, his eyes looking up at me seductively as he popped the button on my pants and slipped the zipper open. My red underwear were now exposed and his hands moved to the bulge there. He ran his lips over the fabric the way Katie might have to tease me to attention.

I wanted so badly to harden, I was so nervously desperate for his mouth to rouse me, but it didn't… he slipped my underwear down and began to work on me… but again it did not have the effect my boyfriend desired. My heart began to break for him, knowing how crushed he would be when i made him stop… or when he gave up…

When he did finally stop he looked up at me and my heart broke. Tears were flowing heavily down his face. He grabbed his book and tried to bolt from the curtained bed when I caught his arm.

"Lâche-moi"

"Non"

"Lâche-moi putain!"

"Je refuse." I tried in my awful French. He was so upset that I wasn't sure anything would calm him. He fought and fought, not willing to meet my eyes. "Mais arrête ça déjà! (Come on stop already)"

To my stunning surprise his arm swung out and his hand impacted me firmly in a slap. No sooner had the blow landed than his hand flew next to his mouth.

"I'm so sorry James." He tried. I took the opportunity to flip him under me and pin him in place. I didn't want him fighting or trying to flee again.

"Forget that. Just don't run away again alright?!" I barked under my breath, not wanting anyone else in the dorms to hear us fighting. He gulped at the sight of me and reddened again, looking away. I could tell how attracted he was to me. I wagered he was hard himself.

"Cyril."

"Non."

"Cyril…"

"Leave me alone already James. I want to go back to my own dorm. I feel so ugly and useless."

"Ferme tes yeux. (Close your eyes)."

"Why?"

"Just do it."

"No!"

"Je t'aime d'accord? alors ferme tes putains de yeux deja (I love you alright? so just close your fucking eyes already.)" I shot, louder this time, ordering the delicate boy to obey.

He looked at me, consumed by a storm of emotions, but finally did as I had asked. His pretty eyes closed and I marveled not for the first time at the beauty of his face. "Do not open them no matter what. Understand?"

I hovered over him and resumed our slow and delirious kisses, beginning to undo his shirt as he had done for me. His hands came to stop mine but I grabbed his slender wrists, pinning them against the headboard above him. I moved my lips to work on his neck and I could tell he was enjoying himself. Good. I wanted him to enjoy this, even if I couldn't.

I used my other hand to undo the last few buttons before slipping it beneath the material to splay my fingers against his chest. He moaned softly at the feel of my skin against his. I marveled at his delicate frame, not excited exactly… but aware somehow that it was pretty. I repeated the process he had tried, bringing my mouth slowly along his body, leaving a trail of nips and kisses lower and lower and lower. I could feel his hands fight against mine but I would not release them.

"James…"

"I said don't open them." I cautioned, watching his lids twitch when my lips reached the base of his abdomen.

"You don't have to do this for me. I'm sorry I got so upset. I promise i won't try and run again."

"What was that phrase you used on your sister that time she annoyed you? Ferme ta gueule, tu fais un vacarme immonde (Shut your mouth, you're making a disgusting racket)"

I undid his own belt, then popped the button of his trousers as he had done mine. I unzipped and lowered the waistline to reveal black armani briefs.

'Interesting choice.'

As i'd expected, he was already hard beneath.

I gulped to myself… was I really going to do this for him? I wasn't excited, or into it at all… but I knew… could simply tell… how much he wanted what I was doing. Somehow that made it… fun. I lowered his underwear and felt embarrassed to see his cock fly back when it had been freed. I'd had two girlfriends before… I knew in theory what to do… but hoped I could replicate the act with sufficient skill. His hands had been freed when I withdrew mine to lower his pants. I was shocked when I felt them melt into my hair. I lowered myself and… well… went to work.

Finally after ten or so minutes he called my name and the only time I felt embarrassed was when he finished and filled my mouth with the white sweet substance I was all too familiar with myself.

His whole body relaxed and he finally dared to open his eyes. He found me smiling at him.

I reached for a tissue by my bed side and spat the liquid into it, forcing myself not to grimace.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get excited for you… but I wasn't lying when I said I love you…" I explained, meeting his eyes finally. He wrapped his arms around my neck and began to cover me with sweet little kisses.

"Moi aussi James. Je t'aimes aussi."

That night he slept wrapped in my arms, in my bed for the first time since we started dating.

When I woke up i caught him staring at me hungrily.

"Good morning Cyr… You have that 'I have an idea' face. and all I know is that it's too early for ideas. I swear you and Al and Scor are too similar in a lot of ways…" I groaned, worried by what he was scheming.

"You're going to like this one though. I swear." He started, leaning in to whisper into my ear.

"You're willing to what?" I barked, not caring how loud my voice rose this time. He nodded mischievously, a cute fox grin spreading outwards.

"Don't those cost a fortune? I think they're banned here in the UK too. Or at least they're highly regulated."

"You're very silly. My father is possibly the richest man on the planet. The cost of one transmog potion won't bankrupt him."

"You're willing to change into a girl for a day… so we can…"

"So you can fuck me… yes." He teased, biting his bottom lip while he watched me. 'He'd let me right now if I could' I realized fondly. "You realize what you did for me last night? It's a powerful kind of love that gets a teenage boy to do that for someone, when he hasn't the slightest interest in guys."

This time I smiled, trying to picture what he'd look like as a girl. I leaned up, completely awake then, my groin responding with a growing stiffness.

"If they're regulated how can we get one. Will you send for some from France?"

Cyril shook his head.

"You realize your brother and my cousin are insane potion masters right? It's on the top ten most difficult list of brews to make, no doubt, but Al can handle it. He's a genius."

"Your cousin and I aren't on the best terms… and Al might not indulge me without knowing what it's for."

"Your brother is one of my best friends. He and Scor will brew one for me if I ask."

"You might have to tell him we're dating though… If Scorpius hasn't already."

"Scorpius has kept our secret. If you don't mind sharing it with Albus, then I don't."

I laughed loudly, hearing groans from the other Gryffindors in the neighboring beds.

"What's so funny?"

"Its just, there's a sentence I never thought I'd ever use. I was going to say 'I have the best boyfriend on the planet'"

Cyril hit me playfully with a pillow, leaning in for a few quick kisses before disappearing from the bed.

Cyril POV

"You want me to make you a what?!" Al asked, shouting as though he'd forgotten we were in the library.

"Wow, I've never seen you shocked before. This is a first."

"What on Ashera's green earth do you need a Transmog potion for?"

"Its a very long story…"

"Well? You don't think I'm agreeing to make it for you without one." He shot, staring at me as though i'd lost my mind. "and it had better be damned good too."

I froze, half expecting this reaction. I had held out a small hope at the outset that he might just make it for me without the interrogation. A sigh escaped me before I continued, realizing my secret would have to come out.

"Ok… but you will not be happy with me when I tell you la raison."

"All the more reason not to make one then. They're soooo difficult too Cyr. Even for me. They tend to explode if made wrong, and there's fifty ways to make it wrong."

"You're a genius, I know you'll manage it. When was the last time you failed at anything?"

"Fine fine, but i'm waiting for my very good story."

"Ok then… So basically… I'm dating someone…" I began timidly.

Some other members of his family might explode merely at that information, excited over the gossip alone. He was different. No, WHO? WHAT? WHEN? HOW? came after my admission… just a kind of mild disinterest.

"Congratulations, and?"

"And well… he's straight…" I added simply.

"You want to change into a girl to win over this guy? You really think that will work?"

"No, I said I'm dating this person already, not trying to seduce a random student."

"I'm confused. A straight guys is… dating you? How does that work exactly?"

"Oh dear… ok… here goes… so you know how James and I have gotten to be really good friends this year?" I asked carefully, wincing in anticipation of the actual wave of shock. This time I did receive the telltale Weasley explosion. The volcanic words blasted out of the normally reserved boy with alarming clarity.

"YOU'RE DATING MY OLDER BROTHER!?" Al roared, eliciting a massive string of shushes from every corner of the library.

"SHHHHH… yes… well… sort of…"

"What even do you mean dating? I'm SO confused right now. He's straight."

"Yes, keep up darling, we've covered that bit already. Hence my need for a transmog potion."

"How are you two dating if he's straight?" Al demanded, confused. It was rare to see him confused.

"You're rather cute when you're perplexed dear. The short version, basically? We make out, he holds my hand, we talk for hours, eat together, laugh together, we take each other on cute little outings to Hogsmeade. You might have noticed if you weren't so busy training your little army all the time."

"Dueling club."

"Peu import (Makes no difference/ sure whatever/ tomato tomato)"

"You two snog and hold hands? Where… when? No… How?"

"He said he loved me yesterday Al…" I added for effect, ignoring the stuttering mess.

"No way! That's actually… that's actually kind of amazing!"

Al broke into a smile, the significance of what he'd heard sinking in. He was the prince of Love after all. If there was anything he should understand it was Love.

"So you want me to make you a potion so you two can… eeeewwwww…. you want to sleep with my brother!" He pieced it together finally. I'd never known him to be so slow in all his life. "You're beautiful don't get me wrong. I'd sleep with you if you wanted… its just… I don't want to think about you and James getting it on…"

"Ok, so don't think about it and just help me out."

"Well… I know quite a few straight guys who could and would at least fool around with me if i offered, and maybe more than just fool around. You're gorgeous Cyr, why don't you just try and see what happens? Maybe he's bi?"

"Yeah… that didn't work… I tried to give him a blow job but he was so nervous that he couldn't… you know… Although he returned the favor for me." I smirked, implying what had taken place. Al's hands came to cover his mouth.

"He did what for you?" Al sounded shocked but his face read 'Awwww that's actually kind of sweet.'

Gods these potters are strange.

"But if I can't get him… hard…"

"NO, THANK YOU, I GOT THE GIST OF IT!"

He put his hands up to stop me.

I feared he would be sick.

More shushes came from around the corners of the bookshelves, the surrounding students getting fed up with us. Even though i'd placed a muffling to spell to disguise our words, the garble of syllables must still have been loud enough to irritate our neighbors.

"So you'll help me. Prince Rhoyne?" I asked, reminding him of his station as the pink fontling.

"Of course I will! He must really love you if he did that. This is amazing!"

"Well, I don't know about amazing. I'm not spending the rest of my life taking potions for my boyfriend, living in a woman's body just to… you know… but as a nice treat once in a while… it could be fun."

"Oh trust me honey, it's most definitely fun." Al returned, his eyes bulging suddenly at his mistake. He put his face into his palm at the stupidity of the slip up.

"COMMENT ÇA!?" I shrieked, this time it was my turn to receive a cacophony of shushes. The librarian finally came stomping over and almost asked us to leave until she realized it was Al and I causing the disturbance. She merely rolled her eyes and walked away, muttering the words 'damned Royals' under her breath.

"I'll make you the potion if you forget I said that. Only way it's happening."

"Not a chance, i'll order the potions from France and wait the extra time for shipping and customs. SPILL, NOW." I demanded, happy to be catching up with Al for once. I had barely seen him at all since the summer.

"You cannot tell anyone, Jure le moi!"

"Je te jure, je te jure! (I swear! I swear!) Go on already."

"So remember how at the carnival you saw Scorpius and I that night in the—"

"—I knew it!" I hissed elatedly, interrupting Al in mid sentence. "Ashera! Comment c'était? combien de fois? Ou ça? Déverser les détails cet instant!" I continued in a casscade of my native tongue. (How was it? How many times? Where? Spill the details right now!)

He sighed even as he suppressed the grin that grew on his face.

"Trois fois, sur le toit de ton palais, et c'était de la magie a chaque tour." (Three times, on the roof of your palace, then in my room and it was pure magic for each round.)

"And you're still friends?"

"We don't… talk about it… ever… like ever ever… and it hasn't repeated itself… so yes we're still best friends… somehow."

"And he enjoyed it too?"

APOV

"I think more than me, if that's even possible." I explained, watching the strange Scorpius clone gush girlishly over the gossip. He groaned out an 'ugh' in that campy way, thinking about how hot it must have been.

"So you see why I want to do this? You of all people get it?"

"I didn't take the potion for that purpose Cyr. And honestly I wouldn't have taken the potion if i'd known it would happen. I would never risk my friendship with Scor for sex… No matter how much i might want to… We were lucky our friendship… survived." I explained honestly. "We almost had a massive blow up over it afterwards."

"Yes, but James and I are sort of dating already—In a weird way. So… who knows? Besides It can't continue without a bit of spice and I'm not ready to let your brother go just yet. He's too sweet and wonderful to me to end things like this."

"Who knew timid Cyr was so risqué?"

"Ben allez, je suis quand meme toujours Français cherie." (Well come on darling, i'm still french here aren't I?)

"Ok, I'll have the potion brewed for you tomorrow? How's that?"

"That quickly?"

"Why not? I've only got a billion crazy projects on already. What's another all nighter for me at this point?"

Cyr hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, elated at the assistance. I blushed, imagining Scor kissing me on the cheek.

"Oh t'es magnifique cherie! (Oh you're the absolute best darling, really!)

"Yeah, yeah, go on. I actually have work to do."

He peered down at my book and realized I was reading a text in ancient Sumerian. He almost commented but thought better of criticizing me, realizing he still needed me to make his potion.

𒆠𒅁𒊏𒄿𒄘 𒄑𒋀𒀀 𒅖𒋾𒄿𒄿𒅀 𒋰 𒆠𒅖 𒊏 𒆠𒅖 𒊏𒊑𒊑𒊑𒊑𒄿

APOV

I ran into Cyr three days later, excited to hear how it had gone. To my surprise he deliberately knocked into my shoulder as he passed by me, a miserable expression strewn on his face. I caught the angel's shoulder and turned him around to face me, not expecting the vitriol I'd receive next.

"Hey, excuse me! Is that how you say thank you, petit prince!"

"Va te faire enculer Albus. Connard enfoirer! (Go fuck yourself. Shit-stained CUNT!)" He cursed, trying to shake my grip.

I sped up, walking along side the furious boy as he tried to shake me off. People were already beginning to glance at us over the brewing scene, the foreboding sense of drama too irresistible to deny.

"What the fuck is your deal right now?"

"My deal? Tu veux vraiment savoir mon deal? (You really want to know what my deal is?)" He cursed, turning to jab his finger into my chest. "A certain someone and I sat there excitedly for two hours, waiting for your potion to take effect before we realized you had played a joke on us! If you didn't want us to date, you should have just said so! Instead of pretending to make me a potion and letting me look like a fool!"

I slapped him, beyond outraged. A french guard appeared menacingly from the shadows of a side corridor, but he knew I outranked his charge. A prince beats a duke, even if that duke was his employer.

"Two hours!? Boohoo! I fucking worked on the bloody thing for seven straight! Nonstop, all night! I was so tired that I missed charms class yesterday! All I have to do is show up for my grades, but even the great Prince Rhoyne has to actually attend his classes to pass! Ashera's sake man!"

He looked at me then, realizing I had not actually played a trick on him.

"Sorry… I thought… that when nothing happened… that you had done it on purpose… I guess even you make mistakes sometimes…"

He looked so guilty that he had lost his temper at me. It was so much more like his siblings to rage and curse than the kind Cyril I knew. He had been rather prolific with his cursing.

"What are you even talking about? I made four doses that night and I know for a fact I brewed the pot correctly since I gave a dose to someone else already." I explained quietly, now aware that even more of our peers were watching us argue. I pulled him off down a side corridor so we would have more privacy. "I have two reserve doses if you want to make sure i'm not lying? I'll even take one with you if you don't trust me."

"But why then? Why didn't it work on me?"

"You drank all of it right? Because there is literally no way it couldn't have worked."

"Of course I drank all of it. Je ne suis pas imbecile! The only thing I felt was a bad headache and some nausea." (I'm not a bloody imbecile!)

"I don't know then. Maybe your family has put spells in place to protect you from certain poisons or potions? I can't tell you for sure. Only that it was one of the most perfect brews i've ever made. It's so hard to make transmogora that I wanted to test myself by doing it just right."

He looked down at his necklace then, the rich gold and opal glowing lightly. The one he told me he could never take off. Not to mention Scorpius had told me how strict Cyril's potion regimen was. Maybe the doses of his medicine had interfered somehow?

"Putains de salopes!" He cursed defeatedly, sliding down the corridor wall in resignation. (Very vulgar… roughly translates to… slutty whores… or more like 'fucking bastards!')

"That sucks babe, but at least you know now that I didn't backstab you…" I explained, waiting for an apology.

"I'm sorry again Al… I just… I was so excited to share my first time with him."

He hid his face in his knees at that. All I could do was come down to his level and sit beside him. He leaned over slightly so I could wrap my arm around him when I did.

How could it not have worked? He told me over the summer his family makes him take vitamin boosting potions and other medicines religiously. Had his amulet really perceived the transmogora potion as a threat?

"No, i'm sorry. Sorry it didn't work for you."

"He said he loved me, you have no idea the way we kiss. The way I know it feels even for him. I've never felt like this before in my life. I would give up everything to be with him."

'Wow' I thought, finding it so strange. How like Scor and I were these two? Maybe it's some kind of fontling pull?

"I wish I could go get piss drunk right now." Cyril pouted.

I don't think he's even been tipsy before.

"Well, my nightclub will be done by the end of this summer. You'll be underage… but well… I'm the owner. We can dance and I'll serve you something strong then. If you can wait."

"I guess James and I haven't broken up yet… I'll take you up on your offer when he decides to find himself a girl again…" The boy offered sadly. I was surprised that they were even a couple as it was. James must really like him. Love him… 'Strange since he hates the very sight of Scor… and yet the two look so similar they could pass for twins…'

I looked up for a moment and caught sight of Marvolo snickering at the other end of the hall. He must have been in mid conversation with Acelin and Apolline when they came upon their brother and I huddled together in the side passage.

"Ugh, I hate them. Sometimes I don't know how I can even be their brother."

"Half brother right? Didn't you tell me that?" I reminded, eliciting a smile from my friend.

"Hey Al… you're always off with your group of friends… you've even had them all join the Hogwarts Planning Committee and the advanced dueling club… You guys all look so close… I don't suppose I could… join you all? Im an excellent fighter and I could be useful somehow, I know it. I just… outside of James… I don't have too many close friends…"

My heart skipped in my chest out of sadness at his request, and the reason I could never accept.

"I'm your friend Cyr, truly I am… and I can try and make more time for you as well… but as far as joining the clubs… I simply cannot allow it."

"Oh… I see… sorry I asked… I should have known you would have included me if you wanted me around."

I grabbed his arm then, trying to impress on him the truth of my words.

"Don't be silly. I'd love for you to join. I do want you around. I just cannot. The defense club is for British citizens and the HPC is a cover for my own little group of… allies. Already we had to make an exception for the Muramasa's to join."

"I'm your ally too Allie, you know I am. You're one of my best friends. You and your brother are so special to me…"

"There's a reason he isn't allowed in either Cyr. Haven't you considered that?"

That stopped the boy in his tracks… questioning for the first time why that might be the case.

"I… still… I am your ally… I… want what you all have. To be a part of your little… family. I would have your back if that's what you need…"

"You would swear to turn on your Father for me then? Forsake your name and your inheritance should our countries find themselves at war? Would you likewise go to war for me if I requested it?" I asked seriously, my eyes staring piercingly into his. "You would swear the ultimate vow to follow me and my orders, no matter the cost? For that is what we are discussing."

He almost recoiled in shock at the suggestion.

"There are princes and dukes amongst your ranks… Markus… the Scamanders… don't tell me you command such strict terms and loyalties from all of your friends…"

"I've already told you more than I should Cyr, and only because you mean as much to me as you do. I've taken a grave risk admitting that even such a group exists. Now you know why you cannot join it. Unless you would make equally binding vows…"

"I swear on my life I shall never repeat this… not to anyone… if you also understand why I can never swear to join…"

"I understood the moment you asked. If you do ever feel you need to run from them… I can promise you that my family would be your family. You're always welcome to reconsider the terms."

The boy nodded, appreciating that.

I helped him rise back to a standing position before he leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. He whispered then something I doubt he would have revealed otherwise.

"You are right to fear my father. Something big is coming in the next few weeks. The french will shock the world with it… tell no-one… but my father plans to make a change in our titles and alter the structures of power that accompany them. You understand? Prince of France seems not grand enough a title for his liking…"

He pulled back and offered a weak smile… his hand trailing down and away from my arm. I had a suspicion about what he hinted at… but the audacity of the scheme made me doubt I could possibly have understood the cryptic clue correctly. There is no way he meant what I thought he did.

"I'll see you around Al… thanks for… telling me the truth… I would have hated thinking you didn't want me around."

I caught him once more.

"I'm so busy Cyr… you have no idea how many things i'm juggling… but lets make a deal. Once a week, for an hour, or even two should you like, I will make myself available to you. Dinner… flying… a movie… listening to music… whatever you like… i'll be there for you. Ok?"

He nodded once more and moved to hug me. I caught sight of James over the boy's shoulder and smiled at him. He looked confused but finally smiled back.