Jaded

For Summery, warnings, spoilers and disclaimers see chapter one.

A/N: This is for Mis who wanted to know what Harry did to Kyle. Well, Harry himself was far too embarrassed to do anything but Seamus and Dean and Ron decided to take matters into their own hands and with the generous help of the ever ready Fred and George they ambushed Kyle and let’s just say, they made sure he would not be able to ‘rise to the occasion’ for quite a while, completed with a lovely goat-like body odour to make him this extra bit more attractive…


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Chapter Twelve: Get it while you can

(Title by Janis Joplin, album ‘Pearl’ )

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It was Tuesday night again, and the castle was quiet. All the students were in their common rooms studying hard for the up coming winter exams, all but two. Harry and Draco sat in an empty classroom, going steadily through a case of butterbeer and getting warmer and bubblier by the minute (though not really being able to get fully drunk on butterbeer, it nevertheless left a happy buzz when consumed in large quantities), these Tuesday night meeting have become something of a ritual this past month. The initial purpose was to find ways to get back home, but as the time passed and they both realized they were not heading back to 1998 any time soon they started meeting for the sake of meeting.

They would meet sometime near curfew hour, Harry usually brought in the butterbeer (as he had the map and cloak to allow him a brief trip to ‘The Three Broomsticks’ but still couldn’t manage to convince Madame Rosmetta senior to give them something stronger) and Draco was in charge of the food (as nicking into the kitchens did not really require any special equipment). Their favourite meeting spot was the Potions class. Not because it was the most comfortable but because it offered some sort of poetic justice that they would use Snape’s mythological class for something that was entirely not potions.

The reason they were having fun while the rest of the school was toiling over their studies was, as they so eloquently presented the case to Dumbledore, they didn’t belong in 1977 and would eventually return to their own time where they have already completed the same exams so there was really no point in doing them twice. Dumbledore, although not entirely convinced gave them a leeway with that argument, knowing full well that the two were angry with him for still being in 1977 even after two and a half months.

The first few weeks of their meetings were dedicated to apologies and blank fillings. Troubled childhood, horrid muggle relatives, strict fathers, sorry I was such a git at Madame Malkin’s, sorry I was just a git before the sorting ceremony, sorry I was such a git in general and that it took us a bloody trip to the past to see that we’re not so different in the end. Once they got all that out of their systems it was time to delve into more important things.

“So, let me get this straight, you’re shagging professor Lupin, why?” Draco slurred his words a bit, a testimony of how much butterbeer he already consumed. He wriggled a little on his pouf, trying to get the beans to mould comfortably around his arse, and raised his bottle to his lips again. Harry, sitting next to him, rolled his eyes and placed his empty bottle on the floor next to a growing pile of already empty ones and cracked open a fresh bottle before he acknowledge Draco’s question,

“I love him and he loves me.” He answered with satisfaction,

“Yeah but he’s so old… he could be your dad…” Draco argued,

“You mean if Remus wasn’t gay and my mum wasn’t so into my dad?” Draco gave it some thought, the bubbles clearly gone to his head,

“Yes!” He finally decided and concluded his winning argument with a hearty belch. Harry snickered and shrugged, this was really not the time to dwell on such minor details.

“Can we please not talk about me and Remus? Tell me something interesting.” He rolled on his bag to face Draco, grinning stupidly and taking large gulps of his butterbeer. Draco leaned on conspiratorially,

“Did you know that your little rat friend has a Slytherin girlfriend?” Harry screwed his face in disgust at the mention of Peter, but asked all the same,

“Really?” Draco nodded,

“Marigold McCord, who you might know better as Mrs. Goyle,” Harry’s eyes opened wide at that, and he leaned closer. Draco, having great fun with all the attention took another sip of his drink to draw the tension, “And let’s just say that Greg didn’t get his bulk from his dad…” It took Harry’s bubble-addled brain a moment to catch on with the implications but when he did he burst out laughing so hard he nearly rolled off his pouf. Draco watched him with a smug smile for a second before he too join in.

Once the two intoxicated teens calmed and climbed back into their seats, panting with laughter Harry leaned back and gazed at the ceiling.

“What about Snape, I bet he doesn’t have a girlfriend.”

“Well, not per se, but he does fancy someone.” Harry gave Draco a side glance, waiting for the punch line, “It’s the Arythmancy teacher.” Harry frowned,

“Who the hell is the Arythmancy teacher?”

“I have no idea!” Draco answered cheerfully, “I just know that her name is ‘Mandy’, or at least that what Snape called her.”

“Fancy that, Snape’s got the hots for a teacher…” Harry chuckled,

“You’re the one to talk Mr. I shag my DADA teacher twenty years in the past!” Draco retorted, feeling rather proud that he managed to get all the facts right in his state,

“Will you give it a rest?” Harry cried out, but Draco only gave him a lopsided smile and pointed his bottle at Harry,

“Not on your life, mate.” It was absolutely fascinating the way Draco’s aristocratic speech would diminish to a common slur when drunk and if Harry wasn’t in such a state himself he’d probably tease Draco on it.

When Draco reached to the box of butterbeers and came back empty ended it was the sign that the party was over. The two of them ambled to their feet, supporting each other and giggling the whole time. They managed to restore the dungeon to a semi respectable state before they stumbled out, still clutching each other and sniggering. They parted ways near the dungeons entrance where Draco proceeded to go to his common room and Harry was left to try and make his way back all the way to the north tower. At times like these he seriously questioned the wisdom of having their little parties so far from his bed, poetic justice or not. But sadly he usually forgot all about it when morning came and therefore found himself the following Tuesday in the same place.

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The following afternoon found Harry lying on his bed, feeling sorry for himself. Though butterbeer was far from being the most intoxicating brew on the planet, it still gave you a hangover and not for the first time Harry swore that he’d inform Draco that they’re moving their little party to another day, preferably on a weekend, but not right now, first the world should stop spinning. Harry was so busy cursing Madame Pomfrey for her lack of compassion by refusing to give them hangover potion under the pretence that it would teach them a lesson and leaving them fight off the effects on their own, that he didn’t hear Remus slipping into room.

“Hey lovely, how are you feeling?” Remus whispered softly, kneeling next to Harry’s bed, Harry moaned pitifully and turned his head towards the source of the noise,

“My head hurts…” Remus smiled and brushed the hair out of Harry’s eyes,

“Look what I got,” He said in a sing-song voice and held up a small vial of potion,

“What is it?” Harry closed his eyes against the swirling liquid in the vial because it was making his stomach turn,

“Hangover potion.” Harry’s eyes flew open in shock. Remus gave him a bright smile and placed the little vial in Harry’s hand. Harry didn’t waste any time and gobbled down the brew, trying to overcome the vile taste. He lay back against his pillow giving the potion time to do its job and take away the edge of the pain. When he opened his eyes the world wasn’t spinning anymore and he felt completely restored. He turned in his bed, looking for Remus to thank him in the most boy-friendly way he knew only to see Remus sitting on his bed, absorbed in writing an essay.

“Thank you.” Harry said softly, quite disappointed that he didn’t get the chance to jump Remus’ bones,

“You’re very welcome.” Remus replied absently,

“How did you get hangover potion?” Harry tried again, feeling ignored and hating it,

“I have my ways.” Remus replied with a smile and a wriggle of his eyebrows, before he returned to his essay ignoring Harry once again. Harry looked at him for a full minute but Remus didn’t show any signs he was going to be moved away from his work so Harry slumped back against the pillows, staring at the canopy above him and feeling quite bereft.

It seemed to Harry that hours had passed, and in fact he was starting to get sleepy with the lack of something productive to do, when Remus sat up, letting the scroll of parchment he was working on roll into itself and announcing proudly,

“All done!” Before he could even think of beginning a new essay Harry jumped from his bed and accosted his boyfriend. Books and parchments were flying all about but Remus didn’t protest, mostly because his mouth was far too busy to say anything.

“Finally!” Harry said with a pout when they came back up for air at last, Remus grinned and ran his fingers in Harry’s hair, flipping them to their sides, and trapping Harry’s pelvis with his leg. Remus hasn’t bothered to inform Harry of the ordeal but secretly he decided that his reward for good work would be to indulge in his boyfriend’s charms and kisses. “I’ve been waiting for this all day…” Harry breathed as he rolled to his back, giving Remus all the space he needed in order to work on his neck,

“I’m sorry; I had to finish this Arythmancy essay due for tomorrow morning…” Remus explained between kisses and little nips to Harry’s sensitive points. Harry writhed under his boyfriend, feeling so content he nearly missed Remus’ words,

“Arythmancy?”

“Yeah, Professor Tonks is one slave driver!” Remus said with a shake of his head, I mean who would have thought…

“Tonks?” Harry’s brain seemed to working extra slow, trying to piece things together, how can Tonks be a teacher, she should be what, four or five years old here…

“Andromeda Tonks, she finished school a couple of years back, got herself knocked up, disowned and married a muggle called Ted Tonks, and then she came back to teach here. She’s Sirius’ cousin, you know.”

“She has a kid?” Harry’s mind was still coping with the shower of information so his reactions were somewhat sluggish,

“Yup, called her Nymphadora no less, poor girl...” Remus intoned sympathetically, and Harry nearly chuckled, remembering the fierce glares Tonks gave Mad-Eye Moody the first time he met her after the old ex-auror called her by her given name.

“She’s Sirius’ cousin?” Of course she was, that made sense, sort of. Wait a second! Harry’s brain screamed, if she’s Sirius’ cousin that means she used to be Andromeda Black and that means… Oh, good gods Draco is going to have kittens when he hears! Harry could hardly suppress the grin tugging at his lips- he’s going to have so much fun telling Draco!!

“Yes.” Remus answered curtly, not too thrilled to spend his ‘reward time’ discussing Andromeda Tonks, so he used Harry’s moment of distraction to loosen his tie and pulled it over Harry’s head, making a short work on the buttons of the oxford shirt to reach the soft and smooth skin.

When Harry felt those sinful lips on his collarbone all thoughts of Blacks and Tonks’ flew out of his mind. He wriggled and hastily unbuttoned the cuffs, intending to aid Remus as much as he could, when something struck him,

“Wait, what if someone would come in?” Remus’ head snapped up and he growled low in his chest, making Harry chuckle. Without a word Remus grabbed his wand and turned it to the curtains, closing them with a snap and then casting a silencing charm,

“There, if they have any more problems they can all bugger off!” He growled again and Harry shrugged, that was fine with him. He started undressing Remus when he realized that he would soon be the only naked bloke around. When the clothes were finally off (with Remus cursing the Hogwarts uniforms the whole process), they pressed together, moaning loudly at the contact of their firm erections. Remus reached out of the curtains to grab to pot of lubricant when the door banged open and Sirius rushed in,

“It’s snowing!!” He yelled and rushed to his bed, diving under it. Harry and Remus watched him speechless from the gap in the curtains, when Sirius re-emerged triumphantly with his trusty Comet Two-Twenty in his hand. Only when he looked up did he see that Harry and Remus were stripped naked in what could only be described as a compromising position. As soon as Harry caught Sirius’ gaze he wished Remus would let go of the bloody curtain and hide them again, because Sirius looked more like he was about to yell at them than faint with embarrassment and he had had enough of James thinking that Remus was attacking him. Sirius crossed his arms over his chest, his right hand still clutching the broom tight,

“I thought we agreed that you two weren’t going to shag in the dorms.” He said icily and Harry tried to disappear behind and under Remus, who didn’t seem in the least bit abashed as he sat up, proud erection jutting up in defiance,

“Well, we are. Deal with it.” Sirius’ eyes narrowed with contempt and he was about to say something else when James appeared in the doorway, short of breath,

“Come on Pads, let’s…” He stopped short on his tracks and stared at them. Harry’s brain seemed to have completely frozen and he felt all the blood draining from his face. With a frightened shriek he jumped up and grabbed the curtains from Remus’ limp hand and yanked them closed, knocking Remus from the bed in the process and thus the poor werewolf ended up sprawled naked on the floor with a cry of pain. The scene was frozen for a few seconds, and it was Sirius, who found his voice first,

“Put on some clothes Moony and come enjoy the snow with us.” He said pleasantly, as if Remus wasn’t sitting there naked as the day he was born after he was caught nearly having sex with his boyfriend. “Jay, you’re welcome too.” A muffled sound was heard from behind the closed curtains but there was no telling whether it was an agreement or a refusal. Remus rose slowly from the ground, rubbing his sore arse and smiled at Sirius,

“Give us ten minutes; we’ll meet you on the pitch.” He said with a smile and Sirius nodded, as he walked to the door and grabbed the stunned James, dragging him behind him. Remus opened the curtains to find a large bulge in the middle of the bed, indicating that his boyfriend once again burrowed himself in the sheets. He tapped the bulge lightly, “They’re gone, you can come out.”

Slowly Harry’s face emerged from under the covers, bright red with embarrassment. He sat up with a sheepish and apologetic smile, he really hadn’t meant to push Remus out of the bed, he just didn’t want his father to see him naked and in bed with someone.

“I’m sorry I pushed you out…” Remus shrugged and picked his pants off the floor donning them on, much to Harry’s disappointment (not that he could actually perform right now, his erection taking refuge behind his balls and all but that didn’t mean he didn’t appreciate seeing Remus naked…), and shrugged,

“It’s ok; it’s not like they haven’t seen me naked before.” He hummed to himself as he put on his clothes with Harry watching from the bed, still not making a move towards dressing himself. Back in his time he didn’t really mind whether his friends saw him naked or not, after seven years in the same dorms, showering, sleeping and changing together it was inevitable that they knew what each other looked naked and that was fine because he never fancied any of his dorm-mates, and none of them were related to him, but here he was the new kid, not to mention that he really, really didn’t want to see or be seeing naked by James. Even though Harry never grew up in a loving home with his parents he was pretty sure that at the age of 17 he and his father shouldn’t be comparing sizes… even by mistake!

“Aren’t you coming? It’s snowing…” Remus said with a forced smile, he hated winter with every bone of his body. Every year when September came he wished he could have been born in a sunny place. He would dream that he was Bedouin, roaming through the desert in pursue of an oasis, green and lush, or born in Hawaii, walking around with nought but a straw skirt and eating pineapple... Anything that was not the damp little island he had the misfortune of being born on. But the first snow of the year always held magic in it, even for a summer boy like Remus.

“I’m… You go ahead; I think I’ll head to the library. Not much of a snow fan…” Harry tried to sound casual but from the pink tinting his cheeks Remus could tell he was still mortified. With a smile Remus sat on the bed next to his boyfriend and wrapped his arms around him,

“Don’t worry about them, they’ll come round, you’ll see.” He whispered and Harry nodded mutely, not particularly wanting to share his concerns. He should probably expect a talking down from Lily, complete with the humiliation of her having a good laugh at his expense.

“Thanks.” He whispered and kissed Remus soundly goodbye before the tawny-haired teen bounded out of the room in search of his friends and snow.

Harry sighed and slumped back against the pillows, great, just smashing!