When Living Ain\'t Easy

And the third...

I\'m going to call this one R-ish. No real smut occurs, but Harry has a damp dream. Ah, gotta love the power of the subconscious, yeah? The aforementioned dream is denoted by //dream\\\\. And yes, one of these days I\'ll learn how to use the simplest of HTML codes :P

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Chapter Twelve : Sulking for Fun & Profit, or How to Win Friends & Schmooz People

What do two young men do when shut in a room together, without the call of schoolwork or outside influences? As any parent could tell, it boils down to two things. They talk about sex, or eat. Or both at the same time. Such was the case with Draco and Harry. The too-tight jeans were unzipped to allow room for the plate of sandwiches and crisps, while the blond moved over to his classmate\'s bed to more easily share the bounty.

\"Damn, I must\'ve used more energy than I thought back there,\" Harry muttered around a roast beef on rye. \"Or else you\'ve added something to these to make them taste better.\"

\"Don\'t fool yourself, Potty. I wouldn\'t go to the extra effort of poisoning you if I plan on eating from the same plate.\"

\"Hmm, yeah. Not unless you had the antidote in your pocket.\"

\"Oh just shut up and pass me one of the ham with muenster.\"

And so it went for a good half hour. Of course, neither young wizard kept their mind unoccupied, nor were they entirely centered on the food. Harry\'s mind kept coming back to his most recent discovery -- that most of the wizarding world was bisexual. Sex plus teenaged male equals hours of entertainment.

He still wasn\'t sure how to broach the subject, and could be found opening his mouth to speak only to shut it quickly as he lost his nerve. After several attempts, his roommate had had enough.

\"Just ask, ok? I can\'t read your mind-\" muttering under his breath something about \'easily\' \"-and I\'m not one of your Gryffindork friends. A little help would be nice, then I\'ll try to answer as clearly as possible for your infantile brain to absorb.\"

\"Ha bloody ha, Ferret-face. And yeah, it\'s pretty obvious that you aren\'t one of my housemates. I doubt you\'d look good in red anyways.\" As usual, when the subject came to interpersonal relations, Harry\'s voice began to crack. \"So. Have you... I mean, is there any *cough* guy that you\'ve, y\'know, done things with?\"

The Slytherin\'s eyes pierced his school rival, seeming to search for any sign of derision or taunting. Although the Gryffindor had developed a decent mask, his current facial expression was easy to discern -- curious, embarassed, confused, with a touch of \'please don\'t be kidding with me\' thrown in. Draco decided to drop all pretense of his usual haughtiness and simply answer the question at face value.

\"Remember, Potter, I told you earlier that I prefer girls. But to answer your question, yes, there was one...\" Grey eyes clouded over in remembered happiness. \"I met Jean-Paul two summers ago in Madrid, on the last vacation my parents took together. Naturally, they spent most of their time arguing, so I went out by myself. The beaches were crowded, of course, but there was a decent enough library. Mmm, he was sitting all the way at the back, in the potions section, with a mountain of books piled on the table in front of him. He was gathering information for his final year potions project, one almost as ambitious as the Wolfsbane Potion that Severus came up with.\"

\"Snape created the Wolfsbane Potion?!\"

Eyes rolling at the interruption, Draco whapped the brunet across the back of his head. \"Yes Potter, keep up with the rest of the class. Anyway, as I was saying,\" he threw a glare at Harry before continuing to reminisce, \"we started talking about his thesis, and our respective schools. He went to Beauxbatons, as quite a few on the Continent do, and it was interesting hearing about the different techniques for teaching standard courses. His eyes lit up every time he mentioned potions though, so much like Severus in that respect. Pretty blue eyes, with just a hint of green around the outside. And hair the color of a late pumpkin, baked til the skin just melts off. Never thought I\'d go for a redhead, but there you have it. We spent most of the summer together, and he taught me... alot.\"

Watching the Ice Prince practically melting over a memory had an unusual effect on Harry. His pants got more uncomfortable, not from the speaker, but the topic. Sure, Ginny\'s a redhead too. That had to be it. Nothing to do with how soft Draco\'s face got when he was truly pleased, or how his eyes lit showed so many different emotions when he let down his guard. Harry knew he wasn\'t lusting over the Slytherin -- it was the whole idea of being with a guy. Maybe he could get Ginny to take Polyjuice? But which guy would he choose... Someone older and tall. His head cracked against the plaster as he jerked into the wall, shaking him from such thoughts. It might be alright, but *he was with Ginny* dammit! Must remember that, Potter. No more fantasies.

Yet even as he admonished himself, repeatedly and with much vigor, his mind dived off into its own direction. Somehow Draco\'s words became more vibrant, tangible. The descriptions so thorough that he could feel a ghosted cheek brushing his, the stubble definitely not from his girlfriend.

The blond was hardly unaware of the effects his words had on his roommate. To the contrary, it amused him a great deal. In more detail than he\'d originally intended, Draco droned on in his best bedroom voice, watchful of the brunet\'s closing eyelids as they fluttered shut, the rapid breathing as dream-sleep caught him in a web of lustful fantasies.

// hands, much larger than any girl\'s, gently cupped his face and drew him toward wind-chapped lips. the scent of clean *male* and fresh sweat where he had only experienced a soft perfume before. instead of holding his love, he was the one held in strong, protective arms. however satisfying those few stolen kisses with his girlfriend had been, they held nothing to the intoxication of this man\'s talented lips.

a second set of hands carefully, efficiently disrobed him, caressing each inch of skin as it was uncovered. the fragrance of masculine bodies doubled, overwhelming his senses with the addition of the fading aroma of herbs. one strong tongue lathed a path up his neck before latching onto his earlobe, while the second set a torturous path across his collar bones.

crying out. he grasped front and back, pulling his assailants closer. almost immediately he felt their erections against his stomach and arse. experimentally twisting against them, he heard the most wonderful groans of approval, before he was overcome by sensation as they redoubled their onslaught.

prodding where nothing had ever been before, a fine line of heat building in his arse as -- was that a finger? two? -- he was gently opened. hands held his hips steady, those perfect lips settling on his navel, that tongue smarttongue dipping in and swirling around, mimicking the events to come. a third finger made its way inside, all three twisting and pressing and stars explosions so bright!

everything magnified by a million, nerves on overload, dunno if he can take anymore cap\'n. hard and hot and thick and howinhell did *that* fit *there*? then his own aching length enclosed in the tightest grip he\'d ever felt, and dearest gods who knew it could be this good. only thing to do, wrap one arm around a chest and the other back across a hip and hold on til the end of the world.

building and destroying, the inside of a star would be cooler, he couldn\'t possibly survive. but it gets better as he feels the jets of warm fluid filling his hand -- and when had he grabbed another man\'s erection? -- then almost blacking out when a similar burst soaks his insides. no one moves much, except to twist into sleepy kisses and murmurs of love and devotion

why had no one told him it could be like this \\\\

At first, Draco\'s primary intention was to shock his classmate. It wouldn\'t be terribly difficult, seeing how sheltered Potter was. But after watching his reactions to a few simple triggering words, the blond felt a voyeuristic delight in subtly shifting the dreams into something more. Something that could be. That maybe, possibly, had to be.

Few people remembered that more than one of the best Seers had come from his family -- and Draco could See, important and necessary, that the famed Boy Who Lived would need the proper support of a mature relationship. Of course, when he Saw *who* was to support his former nemesis... he tumbled off the bed in an untidy heap. It was one thing to See, and another to decide how he should go about reprogramming all three of the thick-headed prats.