Expensive Disaster

authors Note: Many thanks as always go out to Alexandra for her beta skills.

Chapter 13 Scheming

“Harry, you really should eat something,” Sirius prodded lightly, setting the tray of food on Harry’s nightstand.

“Not hungry,” Harry mumbled into his pillow.

“Harry, I really must insist you eat. You’ve only been here two weeks and you’re already wasting away,” he admonished.

Harry only shrugged and ignored his uncle’s plea.

“Well, you have a visitor,” he tried.

“I don’t want to see anyone,” Harry replied, still not looking up.

“It’s Tristan,” Sirius offered.

“I don’t want to see anyone,” he repeated.

“Well, I’m sending him in regardless,” Sirius huffed.

“Just tell him to go away,” Harry moaned. He really couldn’t stand the sight of anyone at the moment, least of all someone who reminded him of that terrible night with Draco.

“I’m not your social secretary,” he called from the doorway as he left Harry in his room.

Harry huffed and pulled himself up, bracing for the impact of Tristan’s arrival. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, looking up he saw a flash of blonde hair enter the room and sighed.

“Harry, you look terrible. Why didn’t you come back to school?” Tristan asked, climbing into the bed with Harry.

Harry looked at him incredulously. “You know why, Tristan. I’m going back to public school. Sirius enrolled me yesterday. I start next week.”

Tristan’s eyes went wide. “No, Harry. You can’t do that. You should come back to Veritas and we’ll get through this together.”

Harry shook his head. “I can’t see him. I can’t…”

“You won’t have to. I’ll be right there with you at all times. You never have to worry about that slimy git ever again,” he soothed.

“I just don’t know. I mean, I was starting to get the hang of things… and it would be such a hassle to change schools again…” he trailed off. Despite his words, he mostly just wanted to see Draco’s beautiful face again, which was the same reason he knew he shouldn’t go back. “What if I just fall back in love with him again?”

Tristan rolled his eyes. “I won’t let you. I’m not letting you go ever again, Harry. I should have tried harder to keep you the first time.”

Harry sighed and slumped against the headboard. “I’ll think about it.”

Tristan leaned in, cupping Harry’s face and tried to kiss him. Harry dodged it quickly with an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, Tristan… I just can’t yet.”

A frown creased the other boy’s forehead for a moment but quickly dissipated. “I’ll be patient,” he replied and got up. “But please come back to school. I doubt I can wait forever,” he whispered, kissing Harry on the hand.

“Why don’t you come back to public school with me instead?” Harry asked hopefully.

Tristan shook his head. “I don’t belong there and neither do you.”

Harry sighed and closed his eyes. “I’ll go back next week.”

“Brilliant!” he exclaimed. “I’ll be sure to spread the word.”

Harry’s eyes popped open with worry. “Please don’t!” he said.

“Oh, right. You’d rather make a more dramatic surprise entrance,” Tristan replied with a nod of approval.

Harry cringed. “Something like that.” He wanted to scream at Tristan. Didn’t he know him at all?

“Well, I should go. I’ll see you Monday?” he asked.

Harry nodded and returned to his injured animal pose on the bed, listening as Tristan’s footsteps retreated.

“I don’t like that kid,” Remus said from the doorway.

Harry stifled a laugh and turned to look at him. “Why not?”

“Something about him… it’s just not right,” he said shaking his head. “Sirius tells me you’re not eating,” he said, changing the subject.

Harry rolled his eyes and sat up. “I’m going back to Veritas,” he announced, ignoring Remus’s potential lecture.

“Because of Tristan or because of Draco?” Remus asked.

“If I didn’t go back it would be because of Malfoy,” he corrected. “But I’m not going back for Tristan either. He was right, though. I don’t belong in public school anymore.”

Remus nodded. “At least you’re making the decision for yourself, and not for another boy.”

“Haven’t you ever made any decisions based solely on Sirius?” Harry asked.

Remus blushed and shrugged. “Perhaps, but I’m older and wiser than you.”

“When did you know that Sirius was the one?” Harry asked.

Remus sputtered and a laugh sounded from the doorway. “Yeah, Remus. When did you know that I was the one?” Sirius asked.

They stared at each other for a long moment, both growing suddenly serious. “I always knew,” Remus whispered at last and Sirius smiled.

“Great, that’s jut great,” Harry muttered.

“What?” the other men asked in unison, both brought suddenly back into reality.

“Because I’ve always thought Draco was the one, so now I’m just screwed I guess. Maybe I don’t have a ‘one’,” he huffed.

“You do, Harry. Maybe you just haven’t found him yet,” Remus said.

“Or maybe it is Draco,” Sirius added, ignoring the scathing looks from Remus and Harry. “Maybe things aren’t exactly what they seem,” he said with a shrug. “Now eat your dinner,” he added before pulling Remus from the room with a flourish.

“We’ll be busy for awhile,” he called from the doorway.

Harry groaned in mock disgust and laughed as Remus shot him an apologetic look and closed the door. He sighed and let his skull fall back into the headboard with a loud thud, and then regretted it immediately as a shooting pain laced behind his eyes.

In two days he would go back to school. He would have to face his friends, and Tristan, and his missed schoolwork, and worst of all, Draco Malfoy.

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The last two weeks had been maddening as Draco wondered where Harry was, what he was doing, what he was thinking. He had been desperate to see him the following Monday in classes, eager to explain things, because every time he went by his boyfriend’s room he found it empty. He could only assume he had taken up residence with Tristan, which only served to enrage him further about being manipulated.

He waited for him to walk into Biology all morning, but there was no sign of him, nor in the following two classes. He decided to approach Griffin at lunch and was met with nothing but bitter glares.

“Listen, Griffin, you can’t believe any of this,” he began.

“Don’t I? Harry does,” Griffin replied with a sneer.

“Where is Harry?” Draco pleaded.

“Like I would tell you,” he scoffed.

“Please, Griffin, you have to believe me. I was set up,” Draco groaned.

“Right, set up to fuck your ex? That doesn’t sound very likely, Malfoy. Tristan told us the whole story,” he added.

“I’ll bet he did. He’s the one who set me up,” Draco snarled.

“Set up or not, you cheated on Harry and you broke his heart. I warned you not to fuck things up with him. You made your bed, now you get to sleep in it, or fuck Theo in it, as you’re obviously known to do,” he said and turned toward Neville, deftly ignoring Draco’s hurt and demanding stares.

Draco stomped away in search of a quiet place to think when a hand turned him sharply around and he found himself facing the loathsome Tristan. “Looking for my boyfriend?” he asked, seemingly polite, but Draco could see the mocking glint in his eye.

“No, actually. I’m looking for my boyfriend,” Draco replied curtly.

“Oh? I think I saw Theo in the cafeteria line,” Tristan said with a grin.

Draco glowered at him. “You know I don’t mean Theo,” he spat.

Tristan shrugged. “I don’t know who you mean then. Because you couldn’t be talking about Harry, he’s mine.”

“He’s not,” Draco growled.

“Well it was certainly my name he was screaming out as I buried my cock into his arse,” Tristan replied with a casual wave.

Draco’s whole body tensed and spun and threatened to toss him overboard. “He couldn’t love anyone who talked about him that way,” he snarled. “He loves me.”

“Loved you,” Tristan corrected. “It was only a passing phase, he’s always been mine. I thought about what you said before, and I realized that you were right. I had his virginity, but you had his heart. I decided I wanted both, so I took them. Just as I took his hot little arse for the first time, I own his heart the same way now.”

“Nobody owns Harry,” Draco growled.

“Nobody but me,” Tristan replied as he walked away, leaving Draco to seethe in silence.

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It had been two weeks since his confrontation with Tristan, and longer since he’d seen Harry. He needed to know if he was okay, and was even beginning to suspect the other boy had been bluffing and Harry didn’t want Tristan either.

Until he showed up on Tristan’s arm at breakfast.

Yes, it was Harry, his Harry, clinging to the hand of that traitorous bastard. Draco couldn’t stand the sight of it and walked directly over to them, his hand reaching out and grabbing Harry’s free one.

“Harry,” he whispered.

The warm hand yanked out of his with a quickness Draco couldn’t fathom and two green eyes glared angrily into his. “Get away from me, and don’t ever touch me again,” Harry hissed.

“You heard him,” Tristan said, stepping in between them. “Back off.”

“Harry, you have to listen to me,” he pleaded.

“I don’t have to listen to a word you say, Malfoy,” Harry replied icily, and the use of his last name made him wince. In the span of a few months they had gone full circle and Harry was back to hating him, only this time with more venom then ever before.

“Harry,” he began, but then Harry broke free of Tristan’s grasp and stalked up to Draco, effectively pinning him against the wall. “Listen closely, Malfoy. You don’t get to call me Harry, you don’t get to talk to me, and you certainly don’t get to touch me. You fucked Theo. You cheated on me. I loved you, and you betrayed me. There are no third chances, Malfoy. None. You are nothing to me. Do you understand? Nothing,” he hissed.

Draco swallowed thickly and nodded. “I understand.”

“Good, then I trust we won’t have to have this conversation again,” he spat.

As Harry walked away from him, seemly forever, Draco sagged to the floor without another word.

--

A rhythmic slap sounded through the room as two sweaty naked bodies collided. “Your Potter put on quite the show this morning,” Theo grunted.

Tristan chuckled and pounded into Theo’s arse again. “I know. He’s spectacular under pressure. He wasn’t nearly as bold before his parents died.”

“He tore Draco a new one, that’s for sure,” Theo said between heavy breaths. “But what does this mean for us?”

Tristan paused in his rhythm and groaned. “Theo, please. You know I don’t like talking relationship stuff while we’re fucking.”

“It’s the only time I can get you to talk about it. I was surprised to see you here tonight,” he said. “I thought Potter would be in my place from now on,” he sulked.

Tristan rolled his eyes. “Potter still won’t fuck me. He won’t even kiss me.”

“So this keeps going until he does?” Theo asked.

“You know I don’t want Potter. I just don’t want Draco Malfoy to have him. Arrogant little bastard thought he could just move in on Harry after I had claimed him,” he muttered.

“So this…” Theo started.

“This isn’t going to be effected by that. As long as we keep our distance during the day, I can keep spending my nights here with you,” he replied before drilling into him roughly again.

“Yes,” Theo called out in pleasure. His plan with Draco hadn’t worked out. He would keep trying to get Draco to want him, now that Harry had to thoroughly rejected him it might even work, but so long as he knew he had Tristan to look forward to, he was content.

He wasn’t happy though, and eventually he would have to make Tristan choose. He wouldn’t lose another man’s affections to Harry as he had with Draco.

Grunts and groans filled the room until both boys screamed out their orgasm and collapsed into bed. After he caught his breath, Tristan kissed Theo on the cheek and rolled out of bed.

“Where are you going?” Theo asked.

“To go see if I can get Harry to come around,” he replied as he pulled on his shirt.

“You are leaving me right now?” Theo asked. “That’s a bit tacky, even for you.”

Tristan rolled his eyes. “There is no way I’ll get Harry to sleep with me tonight, but I need to stay in constant contact with him, or else he might stray back to Malfoy.”

“He’s probably asleep,” Theo reasoned. It was pretty late.

“Harry stays up late when he’s upset. His mind can’t shut down,” Tristan said.

“You sure seem to know an awful lot about him to not want to be with him,” Theo noted.

Tristan shrugged. “I’m eager to see what this new bolder Harry is like in bed. The old timid Harry was a tiger, so I can only imagine…” his eyes glazed over slightly and Theo tossed a pillow at him.

“Just remember who your partner is,” he warned.

“Don’t worry, Theo. It’s not like that with Harry. With Harry it’s all about the sex. Once he gives in, I’m gone,” Tristan replied and left the room.

Theo spent the rest of the evening sulking and plotting, trying to figure out how to get Tristan all to himself.

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Authors Note: Okay, so I know the prize yesterday was lame but it was early and I wasn't feeling very creative. So for reviewing this chapter you'll each get your very own Tristan and Theo voodoo dolls to do with as you wish. Each set will come with 5 needles (one for every appendage, no matter how small) a rope (for hanging) a baseball bat (for beating) and a spork. (get creative with the spork, but they tend to work wonders on eyeballs.)