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Q. by lil_miss_granger921

Format: Short story
Chapters: 6
Word Count: 11,174
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Contains Slash (Same-Sex Pairing), Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Drama, Romance, Young Adult
Characters: Harry, Hermione, Draco, OC
Pairings: Other Pairing, Hermione/FredOrGeorge, Draco/OC, Ginny/OC, Harry/OC

First Published: 01/23/2010
Last Chapter: 04/16/2011
Last Updated: 04/16/2011


It was my fifth year at my private school; Werthingtons Wizarding Prep School, all boys, of course. No girls to distract me, so my parents loved to say. If only they knew. It was a wizarding school, prominent and strict. I have no idea why my lovely parents decided that it was time for a change. And so I arrived in Hell.

Chapter 1: My Friends Call Me Q.
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It was my fifth year at my private school; Werthingtons Wizarding Prep School, all boys, of course. No girls to distract me, so my parents loved to say. If only they knew. It was a wizarding school, prominent and strict. I have no idea why my lovely parents decided that it was time for a change. And so I arrived in Hell.




Hogwarts was phenomenal at first. So many students, rush, yelling, cursing. And their uniforms, Ugh! Talk about ugly. Comparing the presentation of the students at my school to these things was like comparing the Mona Lisa to a toddlers crayon scribble.

Then I saw him.

Pale skin, pale hair, flawless, handsome face. Everyone cleared the path as he walked, accompanied by two goons and a slutty looking girl. I followed him with my eyes, suddenly his eyes locked with mine, deep pools of anger glaring at me from underneath his blonde bangs. I think I stopped breathing for that moment. Everything stopped as our eyes locked.

He was so beautiful. Perfect even. Somehow I managed to pull my eyes from his long enough to look over his body. Not that the uniforms showed anything off. But he defied the uniform regulations, as I did. I wore black tight jeans under the untucked school shirt. He wore dark grey jeans, the same style as mine. His shirt hung loosely on his frame but still managed to look amazing on his body.

Then our eyes locked again. And I couldn’t look away. His eyes remained trained on mine as he walked past, those Stormy Eyes, a storm that I wanted desperately to disappear into.


I later found out that he is Draco Malfoy, he sleeps in my dorm. He is directly across from me. I watch him secretly as he sleeps, his breath is like heaven, like music to my ears. Sometimes he will cry out, taken by some night-terror and I have the irresistible urge to go to him, hold him until the fear goes away. But no, I wait for the right moment.

And one day it was so close... so, so very close until...


Harry was almost identical to Draco, in body only. Whilst Draco tempted me with his cruelty and harsh eyes, Harry enticed me with his open emerald eyes, filled with kindness and... innocence. His hair was similar to Draco, but more rogue-like.

A secret was hidden behind his eyes. Those eyes, they conceal something.

Perhaps a secret affair with the doe-eyed curly-haired girl never far from his side. Maybe even the red-head guy always tagging along. Maybe.


I didn’t quite know Draco personally, but I knew of him. A month had passed, I was awake, alone in the dorm as he came into calling out to the other guys something about Parkinson. Bah! He was lying, my friends and ex always called me a human lie detector. I can always tell.

I watch from beneath my black fringe as he slowly strips his clothes. He peels off the white school shirt, I think my heart stopped for a moment there, I stared fixedly at his abs, so perfectly formed, chiselled. Then I heard the unzipping of pants, then there were no pants, only silk boxers. I had to bite my lip to stop from whimpering at the sight.

Then he slides underneath the deep green covers.  His breath whistles out softly as he shifts under the blanket. The soft rustle of that, drawing my attention to him like a moth to a flame. To my immense horror he catches me watching him. The intensity of his gaze stealing my breath.

“You got a problem?” his voice like velvet.

“No” was all my magnificent brain came up with.

“You got a name, new kid?”

“My friends call me Q.”

“Alright Q, what are you staring at?”

“Nothing, I was just thinking that you cant lie for shit.” I bit my lips after I said that, my heart pounding.

“What did you just say to me?” he demanded harshly, sitting up, legs swinging over the edge of the bed, I tore my eyes from his body and looked back up to his face.

“I said,” I sat up too, I was only wearing boxers as well, black ones, like his, “that you cant lie for shit. You didn’t go and see Pansy.”

“Prove it then, prat.”

“I cant prove it, I just know.” I notice as his eyes wander all over me, evaluating me, appreciation and slight anger in his eyes.

“Do you play Quidditch?” he suddenly asks.

“Yes, I was the Seeker at my old school.”

He laughs, I struggle to hide my reaction to the sound of his voice.
“I’m the Slytherin Seeker, so don't even bother trying out.”

“I already did, I’m the new Keeper, actually.”

He frowns, “you didn’t go for Seeker?”

“No, people warned me not to fuck with you,” I shrugged, “or you’d kill me.”

He made a noise, self-satisfied.

“Why did you ask anyway?” I say softly.

“Well,” he lays back down, on his side and looks at me, “you’re too fit and strong to not do anything but to slight to body build, if you were a dancer or gymnast of some sort I’d have already beaten the living daylights out of you so it had to be Quidditch, or some muggle sport. But you don't seem the sort to consort with muggles and mudbloods.”

My eyes widen, I had half tuned out after he said ‘fit and strong.’

“And besides, the way you walk, you have balance, not like Crabbe and Goyle, they hulk around like oafs.”

I laughed softly, “then why do you hang with them?”

He snorts, “you think you can ‘hang’ with me, Q?”

“I know I can,” I say confidently.

“I like your style, Q, I’ll be seeing you later on. Trust me.”
He rolled over and faced away from me, I blushed, finally, having been holding it in the whole conversation.

Fit and strong?
I thought, feeling incredibly self-satisfied. I got up and walked to the mirror, I suppose I was in good shape. Well great shape actually, the guys in my dorm at Werthingtons had always said that they had envied my body. Especially my good friend Austin.

My parents didn’t know as much as they thought they did, especially when it came to Austin. They had always assumed that Austin and I were nothing more than close friends. How wrong they were, Austin and I had started out as a ‘friends-with-benefits’ type thing, which had progressed to a relationship. He was incredibly angry at me when he found out that I was moving and we promised to keep the relationship going, as a, sort of long distance thing.

Although I had heard from my other friends, such as Karlos, that he and the Lipolo Beater had been having private ‘tutoring’ sessions.

Really didn’t surprise me at all.

I shrugged.

I stuck out my tongue examining the green tongue stud there, I had had it done last year, on impulse. Same with the one through my eyebrow; a silver bar, an impulse. Small, quite unnoticeable actually. My black hair, styled so often to the side that it actually grew that way. I had naturally tanned skin and straight, white teeth. I was actually quite lucky, I had hit the genetic lottery really. I smiled, examining my teeth and remembered that I hadn’t brushed yet.

I grabbed a pair of loose tracksuit pants and pulled it on before grabbing my toothbrush and toothpaste.

“Where are you off to, Q?” his voice sent shivers down my spine.
I fought the urge to look back at him, biting my bottom lip.

“Brushing my teeth.”

“Hold on then, let me grab some pants.”
My eyes widened at the thought of being alone with him. It was a long walk to the bathroom. I felt him beside me and fought to control the blush.

“Come on, I’ll show you the prefects bathroom.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me out into the corridor, “there is no way I am using the crappy other ones around here.”

We followed the green lights down the shadowy corridor in silence until we came to the portrait.

Purebloods.” We said simultaneously, then laughed softly and slipped out. I tried to ignore the fact that he was shirtless. He leant over to my ear and grabbed my arm, “this way, these bathrooms are the best.” I shivered as I felt his breath hit my neck.

I nodded, swallowing. I should have felt guilty about Austin, but he was the one shacking up with guys at Werthingtons, not me.

Soon enough we came to the entrance of the prefects bathroom, it was pretty amazing. Better than I expected of Hogwarts.

I headed quickly to the basin and turned the tap, brushing my teeth.

“You know, they say that this is the bathroom where the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets is hidden.” He said suddenly, leaning against the metal framework.

“The Chamber of what?” I spat into the bowl and looked up, frowning.

“The Chamber of Secrets, Salazar Slytherins’ legendary chamber. Apparently Potter opened it up in second year. This Basalisk, Slytherins’ pet, kind of, went around petrifying mudbloods. Including Potters little girlfriend.” I finished brushing and rinsed out my mouth.

“Okay, what is a Basilisk? Who or what is Salazar Slytherin and what do you mean petrifying?” I looked back to the mirror and stuck out my tongue, tightening the screw on my tongue stud.

“A Basilisk is like a giant snake, Salazar Slytherin is one of the founders of this shitty school and petrifying- well, all these mudbloods saw the Basilisks reflection and were kind of stunned or frozen on the spot. It was actually a bit funny.”

I flicked my tongue a couple of times and turned back around. “I heard about that, I thought that the bathroom where it was, was the girls bathroom. Sounds cool though, but what does Harry have to do with it?”

“Don't call him that. Apparently they thought he was the one doing it, petrifying the mudbloods, he opened the Chamber. My father says that he speaks snake or something like that. Stupid if you ask me, bloody Saint Potter, Voldemorts heir.”

“You don't like him then?”

“He’s a dickhead if you ask me,” aha! He was lying.

I smirked, flicking my hair to the side.

“What?” he demanded.

“You’re lying.”

“No, I’m not.”

I simply laughed, “whatever, I know you don't mean that.”

He frowned. Then his eyes wandered up to where my hair hid the eyebrow piercing, stepping forward he lifted his hand and brushed the hair out of the way. He grinned, “when did you get this done?”

I tried to remain calm, “last year.”

“Nice, I like it. Where can I get mine done?”

I started, “really? You don't seem the type.”

“There is a lot you don't know about me.” He moved his hand but did not move away.

“If you’re game enough, Malfoy, you could get your tongue pierced. Like me.” I stuck out my tongue, flicked it a couple of times and pulled it back in.

“Nice,” he commented, staring at my mouth, “but call me Dray.”

“I’ll do it for you if you want.”


I nodded.
“Sweet,” he backed away, and leaned casually against the metal again, “when?”

“Now, if you want. I have a spare piercing, I was going to change mine but you can use it.”

“Can you do the eyebrow now?”

I nodded, pulling out my wand, “hold still.” I cupped his chin and lifted his face up a bit, then brushed the hair off his face.

“What side do you want?”

“Right.” He said after a moment.
I held his face still; he had smooth skin, with a smallest hit of stubble. Up close his eyes were lighter than I had thought, his lips chapped but light pink and tempting.

“See something you like?” he said softly, I couldn’t tell if he was joking or being serious so I simply smiled and tapped my wand to his eyebrow.

He gave a yelp of pain as the skin of his eyebrow split, created a small hole and the metal bar shot through the skin and screwed itself in place. I inspected it carefully and touched it gently.

“Shit!” he yelped, shutting his eyes.

“Sorry,” I muttered, “but its fine. Everything worked out good.”

I was very tempted to kiss him, but I dared not. The piercing did suit him though.

He reopened his eyes and grinned, “thanks man,” he threw an arm around me and gave me a rough hug.

“I like it, it suits you.” I commented, grabbing my toothbrush and paste, and tucking my wand in the pocket of my pants, “but keep it hidden from the teachers.”

“No shit.”

Chapter 2: I Can Always Tell
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A week later, Slytherin had their first match against Gryffindor.

From what I’ve heard, Gryffindor and Slytherin have always been enemies, like Elliot and Lipolo at my old school. I was in Elliot, the smartest house; green. Coincidental, yes?

Well, as I took up position as Keeper, I saw him.

Potter. Harry Potter, the Gryffindor Seeker.

Draco and he shared a long, intense glare.

My lying senses immediately went off, something was wrong between them. There was something- unusual going on in that glare. Nobody but me would have noticed that. I frowned, they separated, taking their positions on the field. My eyes remained trained on Harry, trying to read his face. He caught my eyes and smiled.

What happened to enemies?

I smiled back none the less, he was a fantastic specimen of a man, his innocent green eyes, shaggy hair, sculpted muscles and tantalising smile. I must say, I was a little taken.

The whistle blew and the game started.

            Later on, after the game had finished and the Slytherins headed back to the common room to celebrate their victory, I ran straight into Harry after coming after out of the showers.

“Hey, you’re the new Slytherin Keeper, aren’t you?” he gave me the once over, looking me up and down. He smirked.

“Yeah, you’re the Seeker for Gyffindor. Draco whipped your ass today, didn’t he?” I said smoothly.

Harry laughed, “so, Malfoys already taught you to hate me, hasn’t he?”

“Perhaps,” I fought to control my urges, he was so innocent. Tempting.

“I’m Harry, anyway, but you probably already know that,” he held out his hand for me to shake.

“Well, I’m Quince, but call me Q.” I shook his hand, it was warm, callused, and slightly sweaty. I’m making St. Potter nervous.

“I suppose that you instantly hate me, don't you?”

“Not necessarily, I like your style, Harry, or do you prefer Potter?”

“Harry, I like Harry.”

He stared at me for a long while, “its dangerous to wear an eyebrow piercing while playing sport.”

I laughed, “I know, Harry. I just really don't care,”

“I had one of those once, but I took it out, everyone kept looking at my scar and so they noticed the piercing. So that was kind of a fail. Teachers went psycho at me”

“I suppose they would have. But I don't think it would suit you, personally, I think you’re more of an earring guy.”

“Maybe, I like the way you play Quidditch, my mate Ron was pretty threatened by you.”

“Oh, the red-head kid, yeah?”

“Yeah, Ron. He’s our star Keeper. He wants to play for the Chudley Cannons when he’s older.”

I heard someone shout my name and looked over my shoulder, Draco stood watching us. He was pissed. I could see the look on his face. Jealousy? Wow. Dray was jealous of me and Harry, and all we were doing was talking!

“‘Sup, Dray?” I called as he stalked closer.

“Consorting with the enemy, Potter?” he demanded.

“Always nice to see you too, Malfoy,” he snorted, “jealous much? Am I stealing your new boy-toy?”

“Shut it, Potter. Go run back to your little mudblood girlfriend.”

“Harry!” it was like it was all planned, the doe-eyed bookworm appeared out of nowhere, holding her wand out, ready to blow either Dray or myself through the wall.

Nice. I like her style too.

“Here she is! The little mudblood,” Dray snorted, “she coming to rescue you, Potter?”

“Rack off, Malfoy,” she hissed, “hi, I’m Hermione,” she holds out her hand for me.

“I’m Q,” I say, looking her over; pretty, beautiful eyes, crazy hair, pretty skin. Overall a natural beauty. I shook her hand, small, delicate and quite soft, “nice to meet you, Hermione.”

“Urm, Q, you just shook hands with a mudblood,” Draco sniffed.

Almost instantly she had rounded on him, wand at his throat.

“What was that, Malfoy?” she hissed.

Mudblood,” he breathed, smirking at her.

Her eyes narrowed and then Harry did something odd, he stepped between Dray and Hermione.

“Look, ‘Mione, as much as I’d love to see you blow his brains across the wall, I don't want you to get detention.”

Liar, liar pants on fire.

“What makes you think he has brains, Harry.” She snorts, then turns, “are you coming back? Rons trying to drown his sorrows in butterbeer. I don't want to be around such horrid company. Not including you, Q, of course” she smiles warmly at me, “but this place is starting to reek of loser.”

Then off she walks down the corridor.

“Run, slut! Run!” Draco yells after her, she had only taken a few steps, in a snap she turned around and punched him in the face.

“Bring back memories, Malfoy?” she hissed, “come on, Harry.”

“Geez, Hermione, calm down,” he and Dray shared a long look before he caught up with Hermione and they disappeared out of sight.

I hurried over to Draco, his nose was bleeding and broken, “fuck! That girl can pack a punch.”

“Yeah, no shit. That is the second time that mudbloods’ got one up on me.”

I laughed, pulling out my wand and tapping his nose, with a crack it snapped back into place.

“The second?”

“Yeah, she nailed me in third year.”


“Yeah,” he ran his finger up his nose, satisfied, he looked over at me, “how did you know how to do that?”

“You cant fix a broken nose?” I laughed.

“Yes, but you did it so well, mine aren’t. Usually.”

“I got in a fair share of fights at school.”

He laughed, then glared at me, “what was that between you and Potter?”

I shrugged, “he’s nice. He’s hot.”

Draco choked.

“He’s what?!”

“I said, he’s hot.”

“And that means?”

“He’s hot.”

“Look, I don't care if you’re gay or not, but stay away from Potter.” Draco said quickly, sharply.


“As far as I know, he’s taken.”

I raised my eyebrow as we headed down the corridor, “by whom exactly?”

“Just- some random.” He was trying to sound light, but I caught the snag in his voice.

Suddenly it all made sense.

The long, intense stares.

The jealousy.

“Oh dear God, you’re shagging Harry!” I cried.

He stopped dead, “I – um, what?”

“You and Harry are fucking, having sex, in a relationship, shagging, lovers. Do you need any more?”

He slammed a hand over my mouth and shoved me up against the wall.

“Look, Q, you say one word about this to anyone and the next time your parents Owl, they’ll get a response somewhere along the lines of; ‘Quince? I’m afraid we have no record of him here,’” I raised my eyebrows, “oh yeah, I can make that happen.”

I reached up and pulled his hand away.

“So, Draco, how long has this been going on?”

He let out a low growl, “its nothing. We’re just friends.”

“Friends who fuck.”

“Well, yes.”

I laughed, “so you’re not exactly together? That means he’s free game.”

“Excuse me?!”

“Read the rules, Dray, unless there’s a relationship, both of you are free game.”

I saw him reach for his wand, “stay away from Harry or I swear-”

“Like you said, you’re just friends. You have no say, Draco. I suppose I should wish you luck, we’ll see who gets their man.”

“Don’t you even go there, Q, he belongs to me.”

I scoffed, “we’ll see.”


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“So, did you have a girl back where you were?” Harry asked

“Not exactly.”

“What, did you have many?”

I paused, staring into the potion, “its- complicated.”

He put his hand on my arm and I smirked inside, “tell me?”

“Lets just say, Harry, that I was not the type to go out with girls.”

He smirked, “so you are Malfoys new boy-toy, huh?”

“No,” that's your job.

“Well good,” he said softly, “that means you’re unattached, then?”


“Likewise,” he smirked, leaning closer.

I grinned inside when I noticed the definite change in the tone of his voice.

He was responding.

I heard a loud snap! And looked over to Draco, he had broken his quill in half, ink pouring down his hand, Professor Snape appeared, as he usually does, out of nowhere.

He flicked Draco in the back of his head with a Potions text book and snatched the ruined quill off him.

Chapter 3: Free Game
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The next day, we had potions. I had the fantastic fortune of being paired with Harry. Well actually, it was a punishment, but not for me. For Draco, I had pulled a favour with my father and asked him to pay off Snape to put me a Harry together for the remainder of the term.

So really, it wasn’t fortune, or luck.

A smart man makes his own luck, a lesson I had learned back at Werthingtons.

            As we were preparing the potion, I noticed that Draco had been paired with Hermione, he looked positively livid as Harry closed his hand over mine in an effort to demonstrate how to flatten some eyeballs of some sort.

“You have to be gentle,” he pressed down with the flat side of the knife, squishing them down slightly, “but firm enough to make them pop.”

He increased the pressure suddenly and the eyeballs split down the centre with a soft pop. Just like Harry had said they would.

I watched Draco out of the corner of my eye, smirking as I saw him narrow his eyes angrily.

As Harry drew away I turned to him, resting my elbow on the wooden bench.

“So, Harry,” I said dropping three of the split eyeballs into the simmering brew in the cauldron, “tell me about yourself.”

He laughed, “Malfoy might tell you off for consorting with the enemy.”

I chuckled, “like I care, tell me about the real Harry Potter.”

He picked up the large wooden spoon and stirred the brew three times right and once left as dictated by the recipe. “Well, I’m sixteen, I live with my aunt and uncle. I play Quidditch and hate reading.” I sprinkled some crushed moonbeans into the potion and smiled for him to continue, “My favourite colour is green, coincidentally, my favourite food is nachos. My best friends are Ron and Hermione and I am an orphan.”

I nodded, musing, “Ron and Hermione, that ranga Gryffindor Keeper and the pretty, crazy-haired bookworm?”

He laughed, “yes, that's Ron and Hermione. You think she’s pretty, do you, Q?”

I shrugged, “I will admit, she is a natural beauty. Reminds me of my friends sister, except she had long red hair. Kind of imagine if Ron and her had a kid, that's what she looked like.”

Harry grinned, “maybe I should introduce you to Ginny, Ron’s sister.”

“Oh, that little red-head that watches you all the time? I heard you two were an ‘item’ of sorts.”

Harry snorted, “no, I’m not exactly –” he paused, sneaking me a sly look, “she’s not really my type. I mean, she’s pretty enough, plays Quidditch, funny girl and smart too. But, not exactly my type.”

I smiled knowingly and stirred the potion again, repeating the same method he had, “I see.”


“Oh, nothing, Harry.”

He frowned, then smiled after a second, “tell me about you, Q.”

“Well, I transferred from Werthingtons Wizarding Prep School, an all boys school. I was the Seeker from Elliot house, which was green. My best friend was Austin, until he became a massive prick. Then it was a boy called Harry, coincidentally, he came from Africa and he was incredibly smart. A Beater of the Elliot team,”

I paused as Snape came up to inspect the potion, “good work Q, Potter,” he spat Harrys name out as if it were poison, I fought to hold in a grin.

Snape walked away and I continued, “I like to read, and play Quidditch, I like to write and draw but hate history. My favourite colour is black or green and my favourite food is chicken nuggets or maybe hot dogs.”

Harry raised his eyebrow, “you like to read?”

“Yeah, I have a weakness for a bit of action-romance stuff.”

He laughed, “you’re a romantic, are you?”

“Perhaps,” I smirked.

“So, did you have a girl back where you were?”

“Not exactly.”

“What, did you have many?”

I paused, staring into the potion, “its- complicated.”

He put his hand on my arm and I smirked inside, “tell me?”

“Lets just say, Harry, that I was not the type to go out with girls.”

He smirked, “so you are Malfoys new boy-toy, huh?”

“No,” that's your job.

“Well good,” he said softly, “that means you’re unattached, then?”


“Likewise,” he smirked, leaning closer.

I grinned inside when I noticed the definite change in the tone of his voice.

He was responding.
I heard a loud snap! And looked over to Draco, he had broken his quill in half, ink pouring down his hand, Professor Snape appeared, as he usually does, out of nowhere.

He flicked Draco in the back of his head with a Potions text book and snatched the ruined quill off him.

            As Snape strode away and Hermione fought to control her laughs, Draco picked up the vial of potion he had just made and hurled it at Harry and I.

Being the Seeker at my old school, my reflexes were well above average, to be modest, I grabbed Harry by the collar and pushed him to the ground along with me.

I burst into laughter as the potion shattered on the wall across from me, it fizzled and bubble on the stone, eating away at the blue brick.

“Nice aim, Dray,” I scoffed.

“Draco Malfoy!” roared Snape, storming up to him and grabbing him by the front of his robes, “get out of my classroom!” he shoved him towards the door.

I laughed and Snape rounded on me, “you too, Q! Get out! Both of you!”

“But-” I began.

“Get out!”

Harry put a hand on my shoulder, “I’ll see you later, Q.”

I nodded, smiling brightly, “most defiantly.”


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Draco grabbed me by the collar as soon as we were out of earshot of the classroom, and shoved me against the wall.

“I told you to stay away from him!” he snarled.

“He doesn’t belong to you, and anyway he really didn’t put up much of a fight.”

His hand slipped up to my throat, tightening, “stay the fuck away from him! He’s mine.”


“Of course!”

“Of what? Harry? Or me, perhaps?”

Chapter 4: Dungeon Troubles
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Draco grabbed me by the collar as soon as we were out of earshot of the classroom, and shoved me against the wall.

“I told you to stay away from him!” he snarled.

“He doesn’t belong to you, and anyway he really didn’t put up much of a fight.”

His hand slipped up to my throat, tightening, “stay the fuck away from him! He’s mine.”


“Of course!”

“Of what? Harry? Or me, perhaps?”

“What?” I grinned at his befuddlement, slipping my hand up to the top of his robe, curling my fingers into the collar of his shirt. I felt his fingers relax on my throat and I attacked.

I pulled his shirt sharply and brought his face close to mine, “who are you jealous of, Dray? Harry? Or me?” I kissed him quickly, roughly. His hand was still on my neck as his other came to rest on the wall beside my head, I grinned.

It was just as I imagined, but all the more sweeter the knowledge that I was slowly but surely driving a wedge between two of the most tempting men I had ever met or wanted or possibly needed.

I had always been told, because I was a parselmouth, that I had a very talented tongue.

Suffice to say, almost instantly Draco had forgotten his anger, soon he was pressing himself up against me, his hand no longer on my throat, trying to kill me, but now falling down my chest, sliding around my waist and pulling me closer.

I was smiling, not entirely from enjoyment, but from satisfaction. I knew I owned him, it was like a game.

Austin was level one, not even a challenge, level one, like Austin; was easy.

Draco was about a level nine, difficult and infuriating, but there is always a way to beat the level.

And Harry, he was the infinite level, the hardest, no cheats or hacks, just me and the level with one way to beat it.

And it was hard.

Draco was only a part of the game.

I wanted the trophy, not the consolation prize.

“You’re jealous of me, Dray. But, don't worry, I’ll keep it a secret,” I slipped out from between the wall and him and hurried off, grinning. I heard him yell out my name but then the bell rang and the hall was flooded with people, swarming around me.

Draco was swallowed into the crowd and I continued on, smiling, triumphantly. It wouldn’t be long, soon I would have Harry.


Later that week, after an interesting encounter with Draco in the hall, which ended up with him blushing like a little girl and scurrying away, I found myself in detention with Harry after a small encounter of the physical kind on the Quidditch field.

I had also ascended in the social ladder, I had my own little band of minions now, I was about equal to Draco.

It was a good feeling.

I was reminiscing about this fact as some old, crabby teacher stalked in, dragging Harry by his tie, “you, Mr. Potter, have some nerve trying to weasel out of detention. Now you, sit.”

I snickered behind my hand, I noticed that Harry still had the hairline scrape along his cheekbone. Courtesy of me, of course.

A fight had erupted between Draco and I, we were arguing about Harry at the time, so I tackled Harry, really, so I could get my hands all over him.

It worked.

Draco was furious as I threw myself at Harry and we tumbled to the ground, I on top of him, I pinned one of his arms down and landed a soft, but loud punch to Harry’s gut, subtly yet firmly thrusting my groin against his, I saw him bite his lip as my movement provoked a reaction out of him.

It wasn’t too long before Harry figured out what I was doing and was ‘fighting’ back.
On the outside it looked like we were fighting, but between us we were a mess of

lust and hormones, it wasn’t long before teachers pulled us apart and we were panting loudly, seemingly quite angry, but really quite horny.

That's how we ended up here.

The teacher slammed Harry down in a chair, “now Mr. Potter, for trying to ditch detention you bought yourself another hour!”

Harry groaned and I laughed at him, “and you too, smart-alec.”

“Actually its Quince,” I corrected him, “but you can call me whatever you want.”

The teacher sniffed at me, “clean out the cauldrons boys. Then when you’re done, clean them again.” With that the teacher left, slamming the door and left us alone together. Harry bent over and peered into the dark pot, all the rim and inside was caked with burned remains of a potion of some sort, “what do you think it was?”

“Probably something nasty,” I shrugged, “the teachers wouldn’t give us a detention of cleaning flower petals put of cauldrons would they?”

Harry nodded, “I guess so,”

“I mean, where’s the fun in that?”

Harry blushed, then his face crumpled, “it smells like horse shit.”

“Because you know what that smells like, don't you, Harry?”

He rolled his eyes then pulled off his robe, pushed up the sleeves of his white school shirt and grabbed a cauldron, “are you going to help or what?” he demanded.

“Perhaps,” I said, looking down at the silver ring on my thumb, twisting it a few times,

“I’ve never been one for hard work, Harry.”

He snorted, “whatever you say, Q.”

“Strenuous activity is not my strong point,” I sniffed

“Says the Slytherin Keeper,” he responded quickly.

“Oh, shut up,” Harry was smart, smarter than I had anticipated.

He shrugged and moved over to a sink, “strenuous activity can be fun, you know.”

I snorted, “not really.”

He tossed me a look over his shoulder, and he was smirking, “whatever you say.”

I was such an idiot, how could I not have picked up that? Strenuous activities... fun. Duh, I had mistaken Harry for a shy little puppy, when actually, he was a ferocious Rottweiler. Touché, Harry Potter, touché.

I got to my feet and followed his example, shrugging out of my robe and rolling up my sleeves, I grabbed the least grotty looking cauldron and strolled over to Harry, who was scraping down the inside of a blackened pot.

“So, Harry, how are you and Draco going?” I asked casually, holing in a grin.

The cauldron clattered to the floor and I jumped, “what did you say?”

“I simply asked how you and your boyfriend are going, that's all.”

I noticed Harry’s hands ball into a fist, “he is not my boyfriend,” he ground out from between clenched teeth.

“Oh, really?” I raised an eyebrow, “then why, pray tell, are you sleeping with him?”

Harry took in a deep breath and retrieved his cauldron from the floor, glaring at me,

“just because we sleep together doesn’t mean we are together.”

These were the words I had been waiting to hear, I smiled, “interesting.”


I shrugged, “nothing, so who knows you're batting for the other team?”

Harry laughed, “I’m not.”

I snickered, “oh sure, Harry, sure you aren’t. I mean, you have a boyfriend and you fuck him... why would anyone think that you are gay?”

Harry shook his head, “I’m not gay, I’m bi-sexual, Q.”

I pursed my lips, “have you had a girlfriend?”

He nodded, eyes back on his work, “two, actually.”

“Did you have sex with them?” I knew I was getting into some private stuff, but I had to know. I was filled with a burning desire to know  Harry Potter, better than anyone else did.

He nodded again, “well, actually, only one of them.”

I paused, “and, did you enjoy it?”

“I did,” he turned to look at me, “but I enjoy men more.” He stared at me for a long while, and I found I couldn’t look away, I felt my chest tingle softly and I couldn’t help but want to touch him, but then he looked away.

“Maybe that's because I didn’t really love the girl,” he mused.

I reached for a ball of steel wool; “and you love Draco?”

There was a pause, in which all I could hear was the sound of water sloshing around in the cauldrons, “no, I don't think I do.”

My eyebrows raised, “then how do you know that it was the reason you didn’t enjoy the girl?”

He shrugged, “Ginny had been chasing me for years, I just gave in to what she wanted I suppose.”

“Ginny... Ginny Weasley? The little red-head girl who is always pining after you?”

He nodded, grinning, “that's the one.”

“She seems nice”

“She’s a skank.”

I choked, “what?!

He let out a little bubble of laughter, “she is,” he tipped the cauldron upside down on another work-bench and reached for another, “I mean, don't get me wrong, she’s a great girl; but she turned into a bit of a uppity, snooty, super-skank.”

“How nice for you.”

“You’d think.”

            We had cleaned almost thirty cauldrons between us, it was only 7:30pm, we had two hours left. Finally, Harry threw his sponge into the sink and collapsed onto a chair, “that's it, I’m over it. I’m taking a break.” He grabbed a hand-towel and dried off his soapy hands, “bloody Professor’s, think they can make us do whatever they want.”

“Well, they can.”

He snorted, “that's beside the point.”

I jumped up on the desk in front of him, “so Harry, what do you think you’ll do when you leave this crummy school?”

“Become an Aura, I suppose.”

I nodded, “a Dark-Wizard catcher, right?”

“That’s right,” he tossed me the towel and I proceeded to dry off my own dirty, soapy hands, “what about you, Q? Rumour has it your father works in the ministry.”

“He’s a twat, and yes, he does.”

“I take it you won’t be following in his footsteps then?”

I shook my head, “I’d rather give myself the Avada.”

“You’re a cheery bloke, aren’t you?”

“Most definitely,” I grinned, “so, Harry, what do we do now?” I decided that I would give him a chance, to see what he would do. Either he would suggest something juvenile, or he would take some action. Harry paused, and I could almost see the gears working in his head, a small smile spread across his face and he slid off the stool and walked towards me.

“I have an idea, Q,” he murmured, seeing as I was sitting on the table, I was a tad taller than him as he slipped in between my legs, “but I don't think you like strenuous activity. Maybe I could change your mind,” he slowly ran his hand up my chest and I could hear the blood pounding in my ears, shivers swam through my body, I was heady with anticipation.

Come on, Harry, show me why Draco wants to keep you so bad.

His hand reached the nape of my neck and a shudder rolled through me, Harry grinned, slowly moving his face closer and closer to mine, oh, come ON, Harry. Don’t be such a twat, just fucking kiss me!

I could feel his breath hitting my skin, I just stared at him, silently begging for him to hurry the hell up. His hand buried in my hair and the other rested on my upper thigh.

With a will of their own, my hands grabbed at his waist and pulled him flush against me, “antsy, are we, Q?” he whispered against my lips.

I raised an eyebrow, he laughed, “I can fix that.”

“What in the name of Merlin is going on in here!?!” both of us jumped and pulled back from each other.

It was Draco.

“Oh shit,” Harry muttered.

Chapter 5: Arguments and Arrangements
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“Hey Dray,” I called cheerily, “what are you doing in detention?”

“Shut up, Q,” he snapped, stalking towards Harry, he backed him into a wall, “what the fuck are you doing?”

“What on Earth do you mean?”

“Are you cheating on me with him?” He demanded, throwing me a hateful glare, I smiled sweetly.

“We aren’t together, Draco.”

“The hell we aren’t!” he yelled, despite my predicament, and the fact that Harry was no doubt upset, I couldn’t help but smile.

“Its just sex, Dray, that's all it is! It’s just a fling for Merlin’s sake!”

Draco’s face paled, and he stepped back from Harry, his mouth opened in a slight gape, “no, Harry, this isn’t a fling.”

Harry crossed his arms; “yes it is, Dray, its just sex. Simple. That's it, and that is all its going to ever be.”

Draco’s hands balled into a fist and I couldn’t help but smile, “when you cant stop thinking about someone all day, when you wonder all night long if they are thinking about you. It’s not a fling when you zone out in class and all you are thinking of is their smile. This is not a fling, Harry.”

Harry seemed taken aback by this statement of obvious affection, and he frowned and looked over at me, I smiled gently, and Draco glared.

“I never picked you for a slut, Q,” Draco spat, turning towards me.

I shrugged, “well, I never picked you for the ‘whipped’ type.”

“What the fuck are you on about, Q?!” he demanded, stepping forward, approaching me. I was still perched upon the table, casually picking bits of dried, blackened residue from underneath my nails.

I shrugged, “well, from the looks of it and the fuss you are kicking up about this, you are clearly whipped.” I peeked up at him through my eyelashes and saw his face redden in anger, “in fact, I would go as far as to say, you are in love with Harry.”

Harry choked on a laugh and Draco went from red to white, mouth tightening into a tight line.

I smirked, “I told you Dray, I can read people.”

“Dick head.”

I laughed at his feeble attempt to hurt me, “whatever you say. I’ll be off now, I’ll leave you two to talk it all out.”

I slid off the table and grabbed my cloak off the back of a chair, I paused at the door, my foot on the first step of the staircase; “oh and, Harry?”

He looked up at me, I smiled, “whatever it was you were thinking, before we were so rudely interrupted, whatever it was that you could have possibly been thinking, I trust we will get together later, to continue that train of thought. Yes?”

Harry smirked, “why not.”

I smiled sweetly at Draco, “see you back in the Common Room, Dray.”

Letting the door close behind me slowly I stood in the corridor for a moment, listening to the squabbling couple inside.

With another smirk I headed up the stairs, humming to myself contentedly.

I was laying in bed, with my iPod earphones in, it had been hours since I had left Draco and Harry in the dungeon, I wondered what they had gotten up to since I had left, I tapped my fingers on my chest along with the beat to the song and, out of the corner of my eyes, I saw the door open. I smiled and shut my eyes, feigning sleep.

I felt the blankets ripped off me and an arm clasping tightly around mine, I was tugged out of the room before I realized what was happening.

Soon my back was against a cold wall and my eyes adjusted to the sudden wash of green light.

“I told you to stay away from him,” from this statement alone, I realized that it was Draco and I simply sighed, this was getting old.

Instinctively I reached for my wand, and yes, you may think it weird, but I slept with my wand under my pillow every night and had grabbed it as I left, or as I was abducted. My fingers tightened around the cool wood and I stared at Draco.

“Look, he wasn’t fighting me off, okay? If he had told me to back off, I would have. But he didn’t. And besides, you heard him; he obviously doesn’t consider what you two have as a relationship.”

“But, it is!”

I sighed, “you’re in denial, Dray, but that’s okay. One day it will hit you.”

“Hit me? Like this?!” and suddenly, my sinuses were on fire. I yelped in pain as my head snapped back and cracked against the concrete wall. I grasped my nose and found blood.

It makes me wonder, what was with the Hogwarts students and punching, someone really needed to tell them that they are Wizards and they have wands for a reason.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

“Making it quite clear who owns Harry.”

“Excuse me, ladies, but nobody owns me,” the voice was soft but immediately recognizable, though the corridor was empty.

“Harry?” I whispered, Draco had backed off and I tapped my wand to my nose, wincing as I felt, and heard the cartilage crack into place.

“Think you’re so tough, huh, Draco?” I heard Harry’s voice hiss.

“I’m defending the person I love,” spat Draco.

“You look like a little girl after a cat-fight,” the source of the voice changed, now coming from my left side, I felt fabric brush against my bicep.

“Do you not care that I’m fighting tooth and nail for you, Harry?” he muttered, seemingly defeated, I felt a pang of empathy for him, seeing how distressed he was. Harry’s head appeared from nowhere, and I realized, somewhat ashamedly, because of my idiocy, that he was adorned in an Invisibility Cloak.

“It’s not that, look, Draco, I can fix this. If you want.”

He nodded, eyes brightening, “yes.”

Draco smiled and reached out for Harry, who, without a second thought, raised his wand and murmured, “Sectius Obliviate,” and a bright green light burst from the tip of Harrys wand, Draco flew back and landed with a thump on his backside, eyes rolling back underneath their lids.

Harry slipped back underneath his cloak, holding a finger to his lips, signalling my silence. As he slid the fabric over his face I frowned and let my eyes glide back to Draco, he looked puzzled, as he pulled himself up from the floor, “why are we in the corridor? And why is your nose leaking blood? Did I hit you?”

“Why, yes, you did. We were fighting about Harry.”

Draco started, “don't call him Harry, Q, I told you that. And why would we be fighting about him?”

Realization dawned on me, I smiled, “because I said he was a better Seeker than you.”

Draco laughed, “no wonder I hit you!”

I smiled, Merlin, Harry Potter, you are a genius.

“And Potter’s got nothing on me,” he said, grinning, “just for the record.”

“Whatever you say.” I laughed, “well, I’ll see you inside, I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?” he called as I headed down the hall.

“I have to take care of something. If you know what I mean.”

“Use protection, skank!” he called after me, I simply laughed; “says you.”

I heard him snort and the sound of a door closing, I stopped walking and peered around the dark corridor, looking for any signs of Harry.

“Alright, Potter, where are you?” I hissed, my eyes scanning the hallway.

“Right here,” there was a rush of warm breath on my neck and I shuddered pleasantly. He was behind me, still covered in the invisibility cloak.

“What did you do to Dray?” I whispered as Harry began to run his hand up and down my back.

“A modified memory charm, he remembers nothing about what you found out, or about us or anything like that.” he began to drop little kisses along my shoulder and slowly up to my neck.

“Oh, well, aren’t you the Genius, Mr. Potter?”

He laughed softly, “you tell me,” his hands crept around my waist and I found myself being dragged slowly to a nearby door. I laughed in spite of myself and allowed myself to be pulled back.

“So, Harry, what are you planning now? Are we going to clean cauldrons again?”

I turned to find the room bare, I stared around the entirety of the room, no one was there; “stealth mode… really, Harry?”

Silence greeted me, I peered around, looking for a sign of movement; a rustling drape or an unexplained breath of wind, but there was none.

I crossed my arms, “fine then, I’m leaving.”

Suddenly a hand grasped mine firmly and I was tugged back, all at once I was enveloped in a warm breath and a fierce, fiery kiss. I felt my eyes snap open wide, then fall back closed, two strong arms constricted around me and there was a rustle as the Invisibility Cloak slipped to the floor.

Rough hands tugged at my hair, and teeth bit at my lips until I tasted a hint of blood.

“God, Harry,” I managed to choke out.


Then, all of a sudden, my head was on fire and I opened my eyes; vision hazy.

An attractive girl with bright blue eyes with black-rimmed glasses and black, wavy hair knelt over me, hands on both of my thighs. I was on the floor. My head pounding as I slumped against the cold wall.

“Hey, man, are you okay?” her voice was rich and a tad deep for a girl, but quite sexy. Yes of course I notice girls, I'm not blind to the attractiveness of women and I can appreciate them as easily as I can appreciate the attractiveness of a man.

I blinked my eyes a few times, my throat dry, “what the hell…”

“You and Draco Malfoy were arguing and he hit you, you whacked you head and kind of, passed out.”

I frowned, “how long was I out for?”

“About thirty minutes or so,” the girl said, sliding down next to me.

“Have you been here the whole time?”

She nodded, “what can I say, I’m a compassionate chick.”

I nodded, the pain slowly dulling, I realized I had seen this girl before, she was in my Ancient Runes class and there had been some fierce rumours circulating about her and her sexuality. But after all this, I could not remember her name; “so, who are you?”

“Ashley,” she said, “ ‘sup?” Ashley extended her hand.

“Hey, I’m Q,” I smiled.

She scoffed, “Q? What type of name is that?”

“It’s Quince actually, but everyone calls me Q.” Ashley nodded, knowingly, “hey, you want a smoke?”

My eyes widened, “you smoke?”

She nodded, “filthy habit, but I enjoy it.”

I paused for a moment, “me too, actually.”

She laughed, extending the packet to me, then the lighter. I smiled at her, she was the first girl who wasn’t a total corrupt, hormone-crazed slut. It was refreshing. As we sat in the corridor and the throbbing in the back of my skull subsided, I heard her sigh.

“Okay, look man, I’ve seen you around and how you flirt with Potter and sometimes with Malfoy, so I’m gathering that you’re gay?”

I was taken aback by this, her forwardness didn’t bother me, but neither had it been expected. I will admit I did nothing to hide my attentions towards men, but I wasn’t a ‘flamboyant gay.’

I didn’t turn to look at her, but nodded, “pretty much, yeah.”

In my peripheral vision, I saw her smile, “I see.”

“Does it bother you?”

Ignoring me, she asked; “are you dating either one of them?” then blew a series of little smoke rings, I paused, “not exactly, no.”

“Are you sleeping with one of them?”



I laughed, “I wish, but no.”

She snickered and snuffed out the little stub of a cigarette, “please, honey, everyone wishes that they were screwing one of them.”

I started at this, but I must admit, I was still intrigued as to why this girl wanted to know so much about me; “look, Ashley, is there a point to this line of interrogation?”

As she flicked the extinguished butt down the hall she turned to me with a gleam in her eye.

“Well yes actually, I know you don’t know me, and I obviously don’t know you but I need to ask you a favour.”

I raised my eyebrows, intrigued; “continue.”

As she turned to me she, her eyes seemed cloudy, “well, you and I have more in common than being extraordinarily attractive,” I laughed at this; “okay, so, what’s her name?”

She blushed, “Hermione Granger.”

I gasped, then choked on the air I had inhaled, I coughed a few times then collected myself; “little miss Granger swings that way?” I demanded incredulously.

“Both ways. Like an… incredibly sexy pendulum,” she seemed quite happy with this fact, but then her eyes turned serious again; “but, I need you to be my best friend and do me a favour. Hermione isn’t into the whole public display of affection thing, so we can’t go out on proper dates. So what I want from you, seeing as im assuming you understand the predicament we’re in, what I need from you, Q, is to be my cover.”

I stood up slowly, and realized with an uncomfortable jolt that I was a tad unsteady on my feet, “your what?”

“My cover, well, our cover. You are going to be my fake boyfriend.”

I pulled a face, “yeah, right. There is no way I’m doing that.”

She grinned, getting to her feet beside me, “soon, young grasshopper, you will see the benefits of such an arrangement.”

Bracing myself against the wall, the room slightly spinning, I turned to face her; “Look, Ashley, I don’t even know you, I mean, I appreciate you staying with me, but there is no way in hell I’m going to pretend to date you. I don’t see any point to it anyway. And there are no benefits for me.”

“Well, I’ll explain it to you. Me and Hermione going out in public by ourselves, especially with the rumours that have been going around about me, is bad. And the idea is, if you and I were to pretend to date, you save both me and her from a lot of speculation. Basically, its only for appearances.”

It did make sense, though I failed to see the point or the profit for me, I frowned; “and the benefit for me?”

“Who is Hermione’s best friend?” she smirked, revealing straight, white teeth.

I shrugged and her grin widened; “Harry Potter.”

Chapter 6: Cinema Kisses
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In the next few days, an uproar tore through Hogwarts like wildfire.
Ashley and I played our parts perfectly, though Hermione blushed whenever our eyes met.

I did, as Ashley had predicted, see Harry far more often, which of course was a plus. If I had been straight, as well as Ashley, we would have made the ultimate couple. Not only because we had the same mentality, but we were both equally as sexy. We had become the Slytherin Golden Couple, people parted like the Red Sea whe we walked down the hallways. It was a good feeling.

But, of course, this was not the case, but we made a fabulous fake couple, Hermione was not too happy about the idea, but warmed up to me eventually.

Apparently she, for some reason, thought that Ash and I had some chemistry, which was obviously ridiculous. Although Ashley was nice, gorgeous and really funny, she was, and always would be, a girl, which obviously struck her off the list for me.

As our ‘relationship’ progressed on, I found myself spending time with Ash and Hermione, and though them; Harry. Of course, I could make a move on him, because of Draco, prying eyes and of course my ‘girlfriend’. But the was flirting, my god was there flirting.

Every instance we got, we would basically be having eye-sex behind everyone’s backs. It was more than fun.

Of course, since my encounter with Draco, he had been a tad frosty towards me but as soon as Ashley and I began ‘dating’, he was surprisingly friendly. Like, too, friendly.

“You know and I know that you and Ashley aren’t the real deal,” began Draco, cornering me as I sat in the Slytherin Common room, my nose buried deep in a book. I looked up with a feigned, clueless look; “I don’t know what you mean, Draco.”
“You are gay, self-admitted, have had relations with me, full blown gay, Q, and Ashley, well, everyone knows what she's like. So there is no way in hell that you guys are dating. But until I figure out why, I couldn’t care less.”
I smiled, “whatever you say, Draco.”

But it was on our one month anniversary on a Friday when Ashley and I went on a ‘double date.’ Hermione brought Harry and Ashley and I, being the loved-up couple that we are, went together.

Well, Harry of course knew that Hermione was with Ash, and also knew that we obviously weren’t dating, so I predicted that this would make for an interesting evening. First, we headed to Hogsmead for dinner and then we detoured off to the WizPlex, a movie theatre for Wizard Movies. As we bought our tickets, I spotted Draco lining up a few feet behind us, leaning over to Harry I whispered, “Harry, your boyfriend’s here.”

He snorted, then looked back at Draco, who had yet to notice us.

“You know he’s not my boyfriend, Harry,” he breathed against my cheek, I laughed, “I have a girlfriend, Potter.”

He nodded, “and I’m on a date what’s your point?”

“Hey, Q!” I sighed and Harry tossed me an amused look, a rough hand grabbed my shoulder, “what the actual fuck are you doing here?” he ground out.

“I’m on a date,” I said truthfully, “with my girlfriend. Remember.”

His eyes narrowed, flicking between me and Harry, “I thought I made myself quite clear – ”

“Excuse me, Draco, but you are kind of threatening my boyfriend, so if you wouldn’t mind…” Ashley came to my rescue and placed a hand on my shoulder, staring down Draco with a gaze that could have melted glaciers, I was proud of her.

“Your what?!” Draco laughed, I knew that this would be bad.

“My boyfriend, dude, am I talking to fast for you?” she snapped.

“Bullshit!” cried Draco, still chuckling under his breath, “everyone knows that you don’t fuck guys, Ashley .”

She started, then slipped her hand off my shoulder, tossing her hair over her shoulder, she walked straight up to him, smiled sweetly and said, loud enough for everyone to hear; “and everyone knows that you prefer dicks to chicks, Malfoy.”

There was a burst of laughter from behind us, “now, Malfoy, would you please leave me, my boyfriend and our friends alone.”

His face reddened, “he is not your fucking boyfriend! He is gay for Merlins sake!”

Throwing me a quick glance, Ashley grabbed me by the arm, pulled me to face her, then planted her mouth directly on mine, after a split second of shock, I realized what she was doing and played along; wrapping my arms around her waist and she slid hers up around my neck. I had kissed girls before, and this was no different, I enjoyed the softness and fullness of her lips and the way she moved them carefully over mine.

Hermione is pretty lucky, I thought, Ashley was a fantastic kisser.

Our tongues darted playfully with each others, we could have won an Academy Award for our acting skills, everyone was buying it.
After a suitable amount of time, we mutually pulled away, panting and smirking, both of us laughing on the inside as we stared at Draco, who looked dumbfounded, “satisfied, Malfoy, now if you excuse us, our movie is about to begin,” she turned to me, grasping my hand, “come on, honey, I feel like popcorn and butterbeer.”

I followed her obediently, casting a small smirk over my shoulder to Draco as Harry and Hermione followed suit.

As soon as we were out of earshot both Ashley and I burst into gales of laughter; “did you see his face?” she gasped though the giggles, “I thought he was about to shit bricks!”

I nodded my agreement, unable to speak at the moment.

“And the look on his face after we kissed!” she laughed, “it was like he was going to have a heart attack, the poor guy!”

We both roared in laughter, even Harry chuckled at this.

“That was not funny.”

We both turned, Harry was smirking, but Hermione looked furious, “why would you do that, Ash?”

Straightening up, she frowned, “because of Malfoy.”

“Q didn’t need help and you certainly didn’t need to kiss him!” she cried, looking both crestfallen and angry at the same time.

“Look, Hermione – ” I began, she cut me off with a sharp glare.

“Why are you so angry?” Ashley demanded, stepping towards her.

“Because,” she murmured, a small tear running down her cheek, “you enjoyed it.”

I frowned, as did Harry and we both looked at Ashley, who seemed as though someone had just accused her of murder.

“I did not!” she looked at me, apologetically, “I mean, I enjoyed it, but not like romantically or anything. No offence, Q.”

I smiled and nodded, “I know exactly what you mean, Ash.”

“How am I supposed to feel when I have to watch you tongue fucking a gorgeous guy who just happens to be ‘pretending’ to be your boyfriend, in the lobby of the WizPlex where everyone can see!?”

Drawing Hermione away, she and Ashley headed to a corner where after a few minutes of talk, they hugged each other closely, appearing to have made up.

“Come on, Q,” Harry called, heading into the cinema, “the girls have their tickets.”

I followed him in, quickly glancing at the girls to confirm that everything was alright; then quickly caught up with Harry in the dark cinema.

The movie had already started as I seated myself next to Harry, he leaned over, “so, tell me, Q, is Ash a good kisser?”

I spluttered on the butterbeer I had been drinking and coughed a few times, “uh, yeah, she’s rather good actually,” I admitted rather sheepishly.

“The best you’ve had?”

I thought about this momentarily, the smirked, “perhaps, why?”

He simply smiled and diverted his eyes to the screen, placing a hand on my thigh. I jumped at the contact, but he did not move his hand, I stared at him but he kept his eyes on the screen, I focused my eyes on the screen as well, concentrating on the movie intently. A masked villain came into view, brandishing a wand, he launched into a monologue about how he would get his revenge on everyone who had hurt him.

Harry’s hand moved to my upper thigh, rubbing in small circles.

Jumping again, I looked around but the theatre was empty.

The villain cast a spell, blowing through a wall, and landing right into the arms of three Auora’s.

His fingers quested downwards, between my two thighs and I squirmed; “Harry, for Merlin’s sake, stop it!” I hissed.

Leaning into my ear her whispered; “don’t you like it, Q?” then licked the shell of my ear. I squirmed again, biting at my lip, “that’s beside the point, Harry! We’re in public! Anyone could walk in!”

He laughed softly in my ear, “I know, exciting isn’t it?” As I opened my mouth to respond, he slid his other hand to my face, forcing me to face him, “keep your eyes on mine, Q.”

It wasn’t a request, it was a command. I nodded, feeling slightly giddy.

This was weird, I was never like this. Never submissive. I was always in control.

Bloody Harry Potter

He pushed the dividing arm of the two chairs up and caught my face in his hands,  “we shouldn’t be doing this,” I hissed.

“Yes, yes we should,” he dipped his head low and brushed his lips against mine, in what I assume was meant to be a teasing gesture, but I caught him off guard, sweeping my hand up to the back of his head, keeping our lips locked together, moving together slowly. His teeth bit down on my bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood and I gasped.

Harry growled, our tongues fought, teeth scraping, breath coming in ragged gasps, we were too wrapped up in our own erotic, heated world to notice the two girls enter the theater.

Ehem…” hastily, we separated, but both breathed a sigh of relief as Ashley and Hermione stood before us, both smirking.

“Well, well, well… it seems as though our ‘boyfriends’ are cheating on us…and with each other!” Ashley cried, looking hurt.

Hermione feigned a gasp, “oh, Harry! How could you?”

I chuckled, drawing myself from Harry's grasp as Harry shrugged sheepishly.

“Perhaps we should do the same?” Ashley piped up, turning her head towards Hermione, she nodded with a small grin, “what a marvellous idea, Ashley.”

Taking her hand, she pulled Ashley close and wrapped both hands around her waist, Ash grinned and twined her arms around Hermione’s slender neck. Slowly, they both leant in, lips meeting in a gentle, loving kiss.

If I had been a straight man, this sight; two of the most beautiful girls in all of Hogwarts, sharing a kiss and holding each other so close, would have given me enough stimulating visual images to last me a lifetime, but my attention went immediately back to Harry.

He leaned over to my ear, “meet me tonight in the Astronomy Tower.”

I nodded as the girls broke apart in giggles and seated themselves beside us, cuddling close together, all drama now forgotten. I smiled at their loving gazes towards each other. I had missed that, the loving companionship that came with a boyfriend.

Since I had left Werthintons, though Austin was a slut, for lack of a better word, we did have lovely times together; holding our hands in the hallways and tender kisses on cheeks in public.

I longed for that, but secretly of course.

I looked at Harry, who’s gaze was now wholly focused on the screen, I suddenly a pang of crushing loneliness struck me.

I slowly stared back over to the screen as the hero of the movie was pushed roughly from behind, a cry tore from his lips as he tumbled down the icy cliff. His attacker smiled, pulling off a hooded black cloak to reveal the face of his long time side-kick and fiancé. 

With a cruel smile, she turned away from the grisly sight of her soon-to-be husband’s body and into the arms of the movie villain, whom she embraced before they both pulled their cloaks back up, shielding their faces and swirling off into the night.

I peered at Harry, he didn’t turn towards me nor did he smile. I reached for his hand but he pulled it away and nonchalantly scratched his cheek before crossing his arms across his chest tightly.

As the unfamiliar sense of rejection set in, I began to wonder if I had perhaps made a mistake in choosing Harry.