MIT: Magic Incorporating Technology

A/N: Jumping forward a bit to the reception, for the sake of my amusement. Which is, naturally, the most important part of writing. And since I\'ve been mean and haven\'t let Ash get any action the last couple of chapters (and I enjoy writing it), there will be lemons in this chapter. Enjoy.



Oh, and parts of this were written whilst either Monty Python Live At the Hollywood Bowl, Red Dwarf (with actor commentary), or The Producers was on in the background. And Silent Hill for one part.



Who\'s scared?



Finally, who wants to see Ash convince Harry to go all the way in front of friends? I\'m debating whether or not he\'d be able to manage it. Harry is rather shy when it comes to displaying his body, after all.



Warnings: Language, exhibitionism, gay sex.



Chapter Eleven: Getting Outed



Ash leaned against the wall, watching the proceedings with amusement. Ron and Hermione\'s wedding ceremony had been small, tasteful and sweet. The reception, on the other hand, was basically a huge party with plenty of alcohol flowing. It was mostly Wizarding folk with a few Muggles who knew of the existence of magic, such as the parents of Muggle-borns.



The reception was being held in a large hall in London, in the middle of a beautiful park. One wall of the hall was taken up by the bar, with a stage for the live band on the other side. It was a lovely place, and Hermione had been ecstatic when Ron had managed to find it for her.



Currently, Harry was dancing with Hermione, and actually doing well. He had remembered the brief dancing lessons from their fourth year at Hogwarts, and he had always been quite graceful.



As the dance ended, Harry enveloped his friend in a hug and held her for a few moments.



"I\'m so proud of you two," he whispered. "And I know you\'re going to be happy."



"Thanks Harry," Hermione squeezed him back. "I\'m sure you and Ash are going to be happy together too."



"Yup," Harry smiled widely as he released her. "I\'m sure we are too."



-MIT-



Not long after, Harry was talking to some of the boys he\'d known at Hogwarts, trying to explain why he wasn\'t married yet. Ash was sitting a few seats away with Ron and Hermione, trying not to give Harry away by laughing. It didn\'t help that the new Mrs Weasley had covered her face with her hands and her shoulders were shaking with suppressed laughter.



After several minutes, Ash got up and stood next to Harry. He was starting to get a little annoyed about the fact that Harry hadn\'t mentioned the fact that he was currently in a relationship with a man, and wasn\'t entirely sure how to make his displeasure known without putting Harry\'s back up.



Then he shrugged internally. Most of the things he did put Harry\'s back up, why should tonight be any different?



He waited until Harry turned to notice him, a large smile gracing the younger man\'s face. Ash couldn\'t help but feel a little reassured by Harry\'s obvious fondness for him.



"Ash! This is Dean, Michael and William. I went to school with them."



"You\'re a friend of Harry then?" Dean asked, one corner of his mouth lifting. Ash returned the smirk - apparently this one had guessed at Harry\'s orientation.



"You could say that," Ash drawled. Harry bit his lower lip, worried about what his boyfriend was up to this time.



"You tell us then," Michael started, oblivious to the tension, "since Harry\'s being so evasive. Is he geting close to settling down with someone?"



"I certainly hope so," Ash said cheerfully, drawing a snigger from Dean.



"Really?" Harry asked hopefully as he looked up at his boyfriend.



"Really," Ash nodded, then pulled Harry close for a kiss.



Harry tensed for a moment, then slid his arms around Ash and kissed back. He felt Ash\'s fingers sliding through his hair and let out a whimper when they came to scratch the back of his neck.



Without breaking the kiss, Harry pushed Ash back into a chair, then sat stradling his lap. They hadn\'t found any time lately for themselves, in fact Harry still owed his lover for behaving at the Weasley\'s and stopping Harry from embarassing himself in front of them. So by now, Harry was just about ready to give exhibitionism a try if it mean that he and Ash could have sex.



Ash didn\'t seem to have a problem with this.



"Uh, Harry? Mate?"



"What!?" Harry snapped when he finally pulled away from Ash. The older man was grinning happily, and had moved his hands to rest on Harry\'s arse, leaving onlookers with no doubt as to what the two had been planning.



Ron stood behind Harry, actually looking fairly amused. Hermione was next to him, eyes sparkling in merriment again. Giving them a half-hearted glare, Harry wrapped his arms around Ash\'s neck and cuddled into him, quite obviously not keen on moving.



"Just thought you should know," Ron pointed out amiably, "that there were some reporters hanging around earlier. So you\'ve probably just outed yourself to the whole of the Wizarding world."



"So?" Harry shrugged. "They love gossiping about me, may as well give them something to talk about." He turned back to Ash and nuzzled his neck for a moment. "I\'d hoped to keep them away from us, but I guess that\'s not really an option any more."



"Good for you," Hermione nodded. "And maybe this way people will quit asking you to marry their daughters, too."



"They\'d better," Ash growled, before grabbing Harry\'s hips and thrusting upwards. Harry closed his eyes and let out a moan of arousal, grinding down and receiving delicious friction. Both men were well on their way to hardness. Ash bit down on Harry\'s neck drawing a sharp gasp, then set about licking it to soothe him again. "Want you in me," Ash whispered into Harry\'s ear, earning another moan.



Harry quickly stood and tugged on Ash\'s arm, then shot Ron and Hermione a grin.



"We\'ll be back... later. Okay?"



"Okay," Ron laughed.



"Get someone to take pictures!" Hermione called as Ash pulled his shorter lover outside.



They didn\'t make it very far. In fact, they only managed to get about ten feet from the doors when Harry pushed Ash against the wall and claimed another kiss. Ash felt a shiver of anticipation as he felt the rough stone against his back, and quickly dug in his pocket for something he\'d been sure to bring along.



Harry broke the kiss when he felt a familiar object pushed into his hand, and laughed.



"You brought lube?" He managed to choke out, before kissing Ash\'s neck.



"Of course," Ash grinned as he undid his belt and trousers. "I was hoping that something like this would happen."



"Fair enough," Harry smirked against Ash\'s skin, then dropped to his knees to do something more useful with his mouth.



"Ah, Harry!" Ash groaned as he felt his lover wrap talented lips around the head of his cock and slide forward. He was soon engulfed by the warm, wet mouth he loved so much. "Oh, fuck, you\'re good at this," he moaned as he felt a lube-slicked finger gently caressing his entrance.



Harry gently slid his teeth along Ash\'s cock as he pulled away, and grinned at the whimper his boyfriend let out. He grasped the cock in his free hand and stroked at it, leaning forwards to nuzzle at Ash\'s balls while he thrust his fingers into him. Ash hissed sharply at the intrusion, but thrust back, begging for more. When Harry managed to brush against his prostate, his knees went weak as he overloaded on stimulation.



Soon enough, Harry removed his fingers and stood, undoing his trousers as Ash quickly turned and braced himself against the wall, legs spread as far as he could with his own pants around his ankles. Harry smirked at the sight as he covered his cock in lube, then stepped up close to Ash. He wasted no time sliding into his lover, and both sighed in contentment when he was fully sheathed.



After pausing for a moment, Harry began thrusting. Though he took it slow at first, getting reaccustomed to the act, he was soon pounding into Ash, much to the taller man\'s enjoyment.



"Fuck, love, yes! There!" Ash had been reduced to single syllable words from the repeated thrusts against his prostate, coupled with the firm strokes Harry was giving to his cock. It didn\'t take long for him to come hard, clenching around Harry and moaning his name.



"Ash!" Harry\'s thrusts became erratic as he felt his own orgasm approaching. Struck with a sudden idea, he lifted a come-covered hand to Ash\'s face. Ash immediately turned his head to lick the fingers clean, and Harry thrust deep into his boyfriend and hissed as he came.



They stayed connected for a few minutes as they caught their breath, Harry leaning against Ash and Ash leaning against the wall. Eventually they pulled away and tidied themselves up. Ash smiled and stole a brief kiss from his lover.



"Told you you\'d like exhibitionism," he told Harry smugly.



-MIT-



BOY WHO LIVED HOMOSEXUAL!



Last night at the wedding of his best friends, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger, Harry Potter was seen kissing another man. It has come to this reporter\'s attention that the man came over with Potter from America, where the Boy Who Lived has been studying at a Muggle University for the past year.



Sources reveal that the mystery man\'s name is Ash, though no surname has been given, and that the two have been near inseprable since they began their relationship six months ago.



It had been hoped that the Saviour would settle down and marry Ginevra Weasley, the youngest of the clan, however hopes were dashed three years ago when the two broke apart. I guess this new development explains why the relationship ended.



-MIT-



Remus chuckled as he read the front page of the Daily Prophet. The article was underneath a photograph of Harry sitting on Ash\'s lap, both far more interested in the other than in anything else going on around them.



He was happy for his cub, and quite liked Ash. Remus had been a little concerned when Harry had admitted how fast the relationship had gone, but it seemed that Ash was actually good for him. He was helping Harry to become a lot more confident in himself, and assert his own wants and needs. Harry had been confident as a commander in the War, but not so much in his personal life. It was good to see him with someone who supported him whole-heartedly.



The objects of Remus\' musings chose that moment to stumble into the kitchen, and the werewolf smirked. He could quite easily smell what they\'d been doing before deciding to come in search of food.



Harry blushed a little at the smirk, while Ash grinned back. Remus pushed the newspaper towards them, and Harry groaned.



"I don\'t want to know. I need food first."



"I wanna know," Ash commented as he picked up the paper and read the article. He was laughing by the end, which made Harry scowl.



"Okay, how bad is it?" He asked, resigned.



"It\'s brilliant!" Ash chuckled. "And yet even with their sources, they couldn\'t find out my surname."



"What is your surname?" Remus asked then, frowning a little. "I don\'t think you ever mentioned it."



"Malderiere," Ash shrugged. "My dad\'s grandpa was French."



"Mal..." Harry started, then burst out laughing. "You mean you really are Dr Badass?"



"Yup."