MIT: Magic Incorporating Technology

A/N: And here we have Ash meeting the English mob. This will be... interesting. Yes, he knows that magic and wizards exist. Doesn\'t mean he knows about their societies and traditions. Or that, y\'know, Harry\'s famous.



First, though, a bit of angst. I realised that I hadn\'t gone back and covered Harry\'s scars properly. So here we see just how little the Dursleys cared about him. I know that the books say Harry was never physically abused, but... let\'s be honest, a lot of the stuff they did to him in canon was emotional abuse and neglect. It\'s not that big a leap to say that he got belted as well.



Again, a reminder that I haven\'t read the last two books. You get a vague insight into what happened in my verse the next few chapters, but it\'ll probably never be fully explained.



Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, mild exhibitionism, language (as usual). No explicit sex this chapter - don\'t want to overdo it.



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Chapter Nine: Getting Back to England



Harry drifted awake to the feeling of fingers tracing patterns on his back. He didn\'t need to see it to know that Ash was following his scars again.



They hadn\'t spoken about his scars since that first night, Ash seeming content to wait for Harry to start the conversation. He\'d been dropping hints, though - tracing the scars with his fingers, making sure to kiss them during sex, small things like that.



By now, Ash probably had his whole body memorised according to the placement of scars. He\'d nearly hit the roof when he saw the ones that formed words - \'I must not tell lies\' on his hand, and a very faint \'freak\' on his lower back. Granted, that one had distorted as he grew, so it was hard to determine what it actually said now. Ash had worked it out, though, and was not impressed.



Harry opened his eyes after a while. He\'d spent the night before in Ash\'s bedroom, and was now laying in bed with Ash spooned behind him. He felt Ash tracing the \'freak\' one again, and decided to speak up.



"That was when I was six. I\'d broken my arm when my cousin tripped me down the stairs, and it healed in a matter of hours, without going to the doctor. My uncle made his displeasure known."



Ash froze, staring at the back of Harry\'s head. Harry continued speaking.



"The other scars back there are from Uncle Vernon\'s belt. He really didn\'t like me using magic. Even if I didn\'t know that was what I was doing." He turned in Ash\'s arms and held up his hand to show the scarred words there. "That was from a particularly sadistic teacher who didn\'t believe that Voldemort really returned." He pointed to a scar on his fore-arm. "That\'s from a basilisk bite when I was twelve." Pointed to a different scar. "That one\'s from where Wormtail took some of my blood to raise Voldemort." He ran a hand over some of the scars on his chest. "And most of these are from when the Death Eaters caught and tortured me."



Harry fell silent, watching Ash\'s reaction. For a few minutes there wasn\'t one, Ash seemed to have shut down. Then the older man blinked, and there was fire in his eyes as he pulled Harry close and kissed him hard.



"No one\'s ever touching you again," he growled, before going back to kissing Harry.



This course of events was fine by Harry, and he gave as good as he got.



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Before they knew it, it was exam time. Between revising and the bad timetables, Ash and Harry didn\'t see much of each other for two weeks. By the end, Harry was on the verge of exploding from the sexual frustration, and Ash didn\'t look much better.



So when on Friday after his final exam Harry entered the lounge to see Ash sitting on a sofa, leaning back with his eyes closed while his friends chattered around him, he decided that he was fed up with the situation. Without caring about who was watching, he marched over to Ash, straddled his lap and started kissing his neck.



Ash jumped a little in surprise, then groaned and offered more skin at the same time as he grabbed Harry\'s arse and started grinding upwards. Both men ignored the cat-calls from various onlookers in favour of latching onto each other in a desperate kiss.



Faintly, Ash could hear someone nearby saying something in an annoyed tone - probably telling them off, he wasn\'t really paying attention. Not when Harry was moving his hips as well, apparently over his reluctance to go too far in public, and wasn\'t protesting as Ash started tugging his coat off.



"BOYS!"



Ash and Harry both jumped and looked up, blinking in surprise at Julie\'s shout.



"Huh?" Harry intelligently commented, having forgotten that there were other people around.



"Can we help you?" Ash was quite proud of himself for managing a complete sentence.



"Yes, actually," Julie folded her arms and gave them a stern look. "You can move that into one of your rooms, instead of here."



"Aw, Julie!"



"Spoilsport!"



"Leave them alone, they\'re not hurting anyone!"



"Yeah, just enjoy the show!"



Everyone else in the room broke out in protest, having been thoroughly enjoying watching two sexy men making out. What could be better than live porn?



Harry flamed red as he realised how close he\'d come to having sex with Ash in the middle of the student lounge and tried to get up, only to be stopped by Ash\'s arms around his waist. With what seemed very little effort, Ash stood up, coaxing Harry to wrap his legs around the taller man. There were more whistles as Ash carried his smaller lover towards the elevator, both men enjoying the friction it created as their groins rubbed together.



In the elevator, Ash pushed Harry up against the wall and went back to kissing him as they ground against each other. It didn\'t take long for both men to shudder and moan their release.



Panting heavily, Harry dropped his legs back to the floor and leaned against the wall, temporarily sated. Ash\'s head fell to his neck, giving in to his fetish and nibbling at the skin, drawing contented sighs from Harry. Once he\'d gotten his breath back, Harry let out a small laugh.



"I can\'t believe we nearly had sex in front of Julie," he muttered as he stroked Ash\'s hair. The older man laughed as well, before slipping a hand under Harry\'s shirt to stroke at his skin.



"Well, we still haven\'t had sex yet. Let\'s go back to your room and do it properly."



Harry nodded enthusiastically, and tugged Ash out of the elevator as soon as the doors opened on his floor.



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As they stumbled into the International Arrivals area of Heathrow, Harry could barely keep his eyes open. He really hated flying - he couldn\'t sleep properly, there were too many strangers, and the flight attendants were all obnoxiously cheerful. Even Ash looked exhausted, though that was probably more from dealing with a sleep-deprived Harry than anything else.



While they were fine getting through customs, it took them a few minutes to find their bags. Ash kept laughing whenever Harry would grumble about the lack of summoning charms available to him, which didn\'t help Harry\'s temper.



Ash realised just how tense Harry was getting as they waited at the carousel, and gently wrapped his arms around the shorter man as he stood behind him. Harry started to relax and lean backwards, and hummed in contentment when Ash nuzzled the back of his neck.



"Relax, love. We\'re here for a holiday, remember? To celebrate with your friends? And possibly drive them insane with worry when they realise what you\'re mixed up with this time." That drew a small laugh, which Ash was ready to count as a major victory.



"Harry?" A voice called out, and both men turned towards it, Ash reluctantly releasing his hold. A large smile broke out on Harry\'s face when he recognised the man hurrying towards them.



"Remus! Merlin, I\'ve missed you!" He quickly moved to Remus and hugged him, glad to see his honorary uncle. The werewolf smiled as he hugged back, then glanced over at Ash.



"Cub? Is there someone you want to introduce me to?" Given Harry\'s emails, Remus knew who Ash was. They hadn\'t yet met, however, and Remus was still cautious of anyone who might cause Harry harm.



Harry stepped back and smiled as he held out a hand for Ash. The older man ambled forward and wrapped his left arm around Harry\'s waist, holding out his right hand for Remus to shake.



"Remus, this is Ash, my boyfried. Ash, this is Remus. He\'s-"



"The awesome one, right?" Ash finished with a grin. "Good to meet you. Hary speaks very highly of you."



Remus shook Ash\'s hand, head tilted slightly to one side as he assessed the young man. Then he turned to Harry and nodded.



"I like him, Cub. Keep him. Well, c\'mon - let\'s find your bags and head home." He kept up a stream of chatter, making sure that Harry was up-to-date with all of the latest news. "I managed to convince everyone to hold off on visiting, give you time to settle in. Ron and Hermione will probably be around first thing in the morning, though."



Harry groaned at the though of getting up early, even if it was for his friends. As a child, he\'d been an early riser only out of necessity, and now preferred to lie in bed and cuddle with his boyfriend.



Ash seemed to guess what he was thinking, and chuckled as he pressed a quick kiss to Harry\'s temple.



"I\'ll try not to keep you up too late tonight then, love," he whispered.



Harry flushed and shot a glance at Remus as he struggled out of Ash\'s grasp, but the werewolf merely smiled indulgently and turned to pull Harry\'s bag off of the carousel. He could, dimly, remember being Harry\'s age and having a partner. Ash chuckled and grabbed his own bag before following the others outside. This was going to be a fun three weeks.



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"Harry! I\'m so glad- oof!" Hermione was cut off by a pillow thrown at her head. She lowered it and Ron looked over her shoulder, both blinking in surprise at the sight.



Harry was sitting on the edge of the bed, stark naked and blushing like mad.



Ash was kneeling between his legs, apparently in the middle of sucking him off, and not seeming inclined to stop.



Hermione had a rather evil smile on her face, but before she could say anything Ron made a choking noise and pulled her out of the room. He then shouted through the closed door.



"Mate, we\'ll be downstairs! Meet you there when you\'ve... er, finished!"



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Shortly after, a still-blushing Harry and rather nonchalant Ash met the others down in the kitchen. Hermione and Ron were seated either end of the small table, so Harry and Ash moved to sit between them, Harry closest to Ron and Ash next to Hermione. Remus was still chuckling now and then from where he was leaning against the kitchen counter, and Ron found it hard to look at his friend. Apparently, the werewolf had guessed what Harry and Ash had been doing when he sent Ron and Hermione to say hello.



"Remus, you\'re a bitch," Harry muttered as he slid into his chair. This made Remus descend into full-blown laughter, and Ash started to chuckle as well. Harry glared at them both, then turned to Hermione, who was still smiling. He decided that her smile was a little too scary, and turned to Ron instead.



"So, how\'s the Ministry going to cope without its two best Aurors while you two are gallivanting around on your honeymoon?" He teased. After Hogwarts, Ron had done as expected and applied for Auror training. Much to everyone\'s surprise, so had Hermione. The two actually worked very well together, and had often been hailed as the public face of the Auror Corps.



"Eh, Hermione just told them that we were taking time off, and that they\'d have to deal with any problems themselves," Ron shrugged, obviously grateful for the topic. "Wisely, they didn\'t try to argue."



"Yeah, I wouldn\'t either," Harry agreed.



While Ron and Harry talked about various plans for the wedding and beyond, Hermione was smiling at Ash. The American smiled back, refusing to let her unnerve him. After a few minutes, he decided to turn the tables.



"So," he turned the grin into a smirk. "Did the cat-fur in the Polyjuice really happen? \'Cause let me say, you\'d make a damn fine cat-girl."



Hermione let out a splutter, caught off guard. Ron and Harry tuned in to their conversation, confused.



"Hermione? Something wrong?" Ron asked, while Harry turned a suspicious eye on Ash. Given the man was still smirking, he figured it was something Ash had said.



"What did you tell her?" Harry asked, eyes narrowing.



"All I said was that she\'d make a damn fine cat-girl. I\'m allowed to say she\'s sexy, aren\'t I?" Ash spread his hands, a look of feigned innocence on his face. Harry shrugged, apparently okay with that.



"Take it as a compliment, Hermione," he smiled at her. "It\'s what he means it as. He just has a funny way of showing it."



"Yeah, I\'m not making a pass at you," Ash assured her. "For one, you don\'t have a cock."



"ASH!" Harry immediately flushed and glared at Ash again.



"What? She doesn\'t. And even if she did, I\'m quite happy with yours."



"Ash, please stop talking," Harry groaned and covered his face with his hands. He was quite sure that he was going to die of embarassment any minute now.



"Why? I\'ve never hidden the fact that I\'m gay. Quite the opposite, in fact."



"What do I have to do to shut you up?"



"Well..." The leer was obvious in Ash\'s tone, and he reached out to run a hand up Harry\'s thigh. Harry removed his hands from his face to glare at him, and bat away the hand that was at his groin.



"NO! We are not having sex in front of my friends. Can you not keep your hands to yourself for five damn minutes?" A sparkle in his eyes betrayed the fact that Harry wasn\'t as angry as he was pretending to be.



"You weren\'t this shy after exams," Ash pointed out in a light tone, clearly enjoying teasing his lover. "You seemed quite intent on screwing me in the middle of the student lounge."



"Wait," Hermione held up a hand. "Did anyone get pictures of this?"



Harry and Ron both turned a glare on her. Remus let out another laugh, while Ash just grinned at her.



"Actually," he informed her a little sadly, "we were interrupted before we got very far. Someone reminded Harry that we were in public, and he got shy again." He let out a put-upon sigh. "One of these days I\'ll convince him to give exhibitionism a try."



"Not bloody likely," Harry snapped, flushed again, though his eyes still sparkled. Hermione realised that this was an ongoing argument between the two.



"Oh, you know you\'d enjoy it. Like you enjoy this." Before Harry could react, Ash had leaned forwards and was kissing him thoroughly, in the perfect way to make his brain shut down. Harry let out a whimper and kissed back as well as he could, wrapping one arm around Ash\'s waist and threading the other hand through his hair. He felt himself be pulled forward and went willingly, dragged onto Ash\'s lap. After a few seconds, though, he remembered that they were technically arguing and pulled back, hitting Ash lightly on the shoulder.



"Not gonna work this time. Now, let me go so I can talk to Ron again."



"Nope," Ash grinned smugly and tightened his hold. Harry sighed and turned a little, resigned to spending the morning sitting on Ash\'s lap. Not that he really minded - it was just odd, showing affection for someone in front of his friends.



Then he remembered that they still had the wedding to get through, and swallowed nervously. He wasn\'t sure what Ash would do in front of the rest of the Weasleys, but he knew that it was going to be embarassing.