Black Eden

This chapter in particular...well, no slash to be found ... me sorry. Next one after the next one, I swear! I\'ve got to get through the other parts...this may be a semipointless story thing, but that doesn\'t mean I don\'t want to give it my all!
Translations at the bottom.

Harry flopped over onto his back as he woke up, coming into reality. One of the first things he noticed was that he was naked, and that he wasn\'t in his bed. The fact that there was a body draped against his side didn\'t occur to him until arms tightened around his waist and hips moved closer. Harry\'s eyes widened. Ok ... where was he and who was he with?

Chancing a look to the anonymous person, he gasped when he saw white blond hair and stifled a moan as he saw it ruffled and sticking up in places. It was so cute and adorable. Not to mention the fact that he was in bed with MALFOY, an erotic shock in itself. Who didn\'t want to shag Malfoy? And guessing by the tingling feeling in his arse caused by a healing charm, he\'d been shagged senseless. He twisted around to face the still sleeping boy. Not wanting to wake him, yet, but wanting to just look.

Chances were, that when the blond awoke he would flee as soon as he could, not believing he had spent the night with The Boy Who Wouldn\'t Fucking Die. Harry sighed into Malfoy\'s sweet smelling hair.

\"Grrrf.\" Malfoy stirred and tried to stretch his arms above his head, looking up in question when one of his arms wouldn\'t move. \"AAAUUGH!\" he shouted as he saw what hindered the arms movement - Harry Potters arm. \"Get off! GET OFF!\" Malfoy shouted as Harry moved to do so, but not getting up. \"MOVE!\" Malfoy shouted even as he scrambled, naked, over Harry to get off of the couch.

Harry stared at Malfoys cute little arse as it made its way over to the discarded piles of clothing near the door. After watching for a few minutes while the furiously blushing Slytherin put his rumpled clothing on, Harry spoke up. \"Do you know why we\'re here?\" Malfoy looked at Harry like he was a snail. \"I mean, well, I know we shagged, and we\'re both vampies. But, erm. How did we get here?\" Harry gestured to himself and the couch.

A thought struck Harry like lightening to the brain. \"You don\'t have a mate. Otherwise you wouldn\'t of been able to be with me ... and you ARE gay, oui?\" Harry had learned French and German from the vampire that bit him; everything the changer knew was absorbed into the changed as was the blood. Harry also found it increasingly annoying that he had to struggle every time he spoke, something inside of him just wanted to speak French all the time. Bloody French vampires!

\"Well I would think that to be pretty fucking obvious,\" Malfoy sneered as he walked - sauntered - to one of the doors. \"Wakey wakey,\" he shouted as he knocked on the door forcefully. Mutters rose in volume from behind the wood. Snape emerged, sleepy.

\"Draco, what the - oh hell!\" he said as he saw the naked Harry Potter on his couch, smirking lazily and satiated. Draco snarled and poked a finger into Snapes naked chest.

\"YOU are going to fix this. NOW!\" each word he jabbed the offending finger at his potions professor. \"And I mean N-O-W. I don\'t want to go around with a permanent hard on, wanting to fuck Potter! And I\'m sure you don\'t want that either, am I right Potter?\" Malfoy didn\'t like the way Potter was staring at him. \"Potter?!\"

\"Oh? What?\" Harry shook his head clear. He\'d been thinking of the very enticing way that Malfoys bum moved when he walked. Mmm ... Malfoy\'s bum. Harry\'s mouth started to water at just the thought of the tight, delicious bum. If he weren\'t naked, in Snapes private chambers, and naked in front of Snape, he would so be on his knees. Malfoy pushing him to his knees ... yes, bad Harry... bad, bad Harry. \"EURGH!\" Somehow the thought of Snape and Remus had snuck into his sleaze-vulnerable mind. He jumped off of the couch, painfully aware that the object of his affections was glaring at him and it was making him all the harder. His erm, \'passion\' was slightly diminished at the thought of Snape seeing him and Draco fucking like rabid bunnies.

Malfoy was looking slightly revolted, yet amused. Snape just looked plain revolted. \"Pourriez vous expliquer comment j\'ai fini vers le haut sur un divan nu avec vous, Malfoy?\" (1) Harry said, not realising he was speaking in his usually supressed native tongue. Harry had found that when he was emotional or forgot to speak english. It happened a lot more than he would like it to, usually when he was babbling to Ron or Hermione. He\'d only answered a question in French once, during Muggle Studies at the beginning of the year when asked \"What is the toast-er used for?\" Harry had answered, \"Ce qui vous pensez?\" or \"What do you think?\" Only a few in the class had known what he was saying, and had quietly laughed into their hands. The professor had no idea and asked him again to repeat in english, which was when he said the right answer.

\"Vous savez le français, Potter?\" (2) Draco replied. Harry didn\'t realise anything different, until he caught on to what Malfoy was actually saying. Damn, didn\'t Malfoy sound sexy in French. \"Je suis étonné.\" (3) Harry stuck his tongue out and pouted as he pulled on his trousers, not bothering with his boxers - he couldn\'t find them.

\"Could you both speak in ENGLISH?\" Snape commanded, with the appearance of a question in it. Harry looked annoyed. It was harder to talk in english these days...well, to make sense. He could string words along perfectly fine. But to make sense, that was nearly impossible.

Draco growled at Snape. \"I find that Potter makes more sense in French,\" to this Harry nodded. \"AUGH!\" Malfoy suddenly realised where he was and who he was with, and quickly ran to the door.

\"Draco Lucius Darien Malfoy! Get your arse back here!\" Snape yelled at the nonexistent Malfoy. \"Potter,\" Snape sneered, coming - finally - to his greasy senses. \"If Draco is indeed your mate, you will have to hurry along with the fucking and the bonding you know-,\" here he stopped to look aghast and disgusted at what he was saying, in an oh-so Snapey way, \"-because his birthday is closer than yours.\"

\"Ooookey dokey,\" Harry said, wanting to run after Malfoy and pin him against the nearest solid thing to ravish the blond.

He left the room without another look to Snape after finding no more articles of clothing besides one sock. His shirt was probably ripped to hell, and who knew where his robes were? So Harry Potter walked back to Gryffindor tower at 7:36 a.m., wearing nothing but a pair of trousers and a slightly psychotic smile on his face.

A few minutes later, seeming to Harry like a small forever, he was past the Fat Lady after saying \"Sailor Moon is Kawaii\" (Harry and Hermione had told the rest of Gryffindor about the anime series; everyone was sure no stinking Slytherin would even know about anime) Harry walked into the busy Gryffindor common room.

The riotous bunch of red and black garbed soon-to-be Hogsmeade goers stopped in their tracks, all conversation stopped at the sight of an oddly grinning Harry.

\"Harry! Where were you?!\" Seamus walked over to his friend, looking him up and down, his lips slowly forming a wicked grin. Harry came a bit more aware of what he looked like, love bites, little puncture wounds all over his body, and various bruises from being tossed who knows where by Malfoy. He blushed and unconciously moved to cover himself with his robes ... which weren\'t on him. He looked down and his mouth formed an O.

\"HARRY JAMES POTTER!\" Hermione had obviously just come down from a shower, her hair was sopping wet and hung in tangled curls down her back. She was wearing her usual Hogsmeade clothes, a tee-shirt (this time being one that had the infamous David Bowie on it ) and regular jeans with a denim jacket. She looked cute, yet furious. \"WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?!\" she yelled.

Everyone backed away from the two, looking on with interest at the usually reserved teens fighting. Well, Hermione verbally attacking Harry.

\"\'Mione,\" Ron started to say but quickly shut his mouth when she whirled around and glared at him. Shrugging to Harry and mouthing \"sorry, mate!\" Ron backed away into the sea of red leaving Harry to fend for himself.

\"Well, what do you have to say for yourself?\" she asked, hands on her hips like a bad omen. Harry tried to shy away, looking for an escape route. All were cut off.

\"Yeah, mate, who\'s the lucky lass?\" Seamus\' voice piped up from somewhere in the crowd. \"Ow!\" Apparently Dean had hit him. Small whispers rose of \"who is she?\" Harry sighed. This was so NOT how he had planned on coming out to Hermione.

\"Bien, bien. Vous victoire!\" (4) Harry started and caught himself. He looked around warily. Some people looked at him as though he was an interesting alien species, others like they actually understood what he was saying. Hermione was the latter. She looked utterly surprised.

\"Vous parlez français?!?!\" (5) Both Harry and Hermione burst out with. Goggling at each other, Harry was the first to start giggling. Hermy knew french? Well, of course she would. And she probably knew some dead language and could speak Russian fluently.

\"Oui, oui. Vous? Depuis le moment où?\" (6) Hermione asked.

\"Y a-t-il un autre dans ici qui comprend?\" (7) Harry asked. Several \"oui\"\'s came from the audience. \"Jetzt dieses mal?\" (8) and then many more \"ja\"\'s came forth.

\"Ah, well. Might as well be English, then. But -\" here he glared at the other occupants of the room. \"If your name doesn\'t end with: Finnigan, Weasley, Granger, Thomas or erm ... Potter ... yeah ... Could you please make your way to Hogsmeade? Pretty PLEASE?!\" Harry used his puppy-dog eyes (that Hermione and Ron both thought resembled more of a cat) and the Gryffindors had no choice but to do his bidding and leave for Hogsmeade.

After much shuffling and many glares, the common room was mostly emptied. Harry sat down in one of the comfy chairs, and suddenly jerked like he had been hit with a lightning bolt. He slowly got to his feet, all the time keeping his eyes steadily on Ron.

\"Yes,\" Ron said simply in answer to the unanswered question. \"You think I\'d forget something like that?! Not on your life ... erm, I mean ... whatever it is!\" At the odd look Hermione gave both he and Harry, Ron shut up and looked to the vampire in the room.

\"Alright. Dean, Seamus. I\'m not sure why I want to tell you, but probably in case you wake up with me in your bed.\" Harry blushed and looked down. \"I mean ... this could save some awkward answers then! If it ever happens, I mean!\" He was getting tongue tied and he still felt naked. Hell, he was more than half-naked.

\"Mate, why would you be in my bed?\" Dean asked after realizing what exactly Harry had said. Both Dean and Seamus were openly gay, and in a sweet relationship. Very shy and timid with each other, yet very possessive. Like now, Seamus\' eyes narrowed at Harry. Harry blushed deeper, a slight pink tinge to his pale cheeks. No one really noticed it except Harry himself, who felt like he would rather be swallowed up by the floor.

\"I\'m a vampire.\" Harry blurted. He looked out of the corner of his eye to see no reaction from Ron. Dammit. Even though he knew his friend remembered being bitten ... he\'d hoped, just that maybe, maybe he would think that Harry was just nibbling on his neck innocently? Gah. No such luck.

\"WHAT?!?!\" Hermione said on a hysterical laugh. She seemed to be trying to inspect his mouth .. oh! He unsheathed his fangs and opened his mouth. Hermy\'s own dropped down in shock and awe. Dean had a slightly different reaction.

\"Woah! Cool! Can I touch \'em? Pleeeeeeeeeeeease?\" the dark skinned boy pleaded, much to the disgruntlement of his companion. Who jabbed him in the ribs with an elbow.

\"No touchie!\" Seamus shouted and batted at Deans raising hands. Dean pouted for a moment, then raised his fingers with a grin to Seamus\' own mouth. Harry sighed and turned his attention back to Hermione, whos hand was being held and comforted by Ron\'s. Harry grinned slyly.

\"So, so you\'re a - and so, you - what!?\" Hermione\'s voice sounded afraid of itself.




Me-Notes: (Listen up, people!)

There will be more sex...as soon as my, erm \'muse\' comes over to help with the gay-sexness stuff. I mean, really, who would know better than a gay male, who enjoys sex? Hmm? Well, he\'ll be back very very sooon. Maybe even tonight.

Reviews? Please? I\'m begging you *is on knees* ...not like that, you naughty minded person ... or were you even thinking that?

Literal Translations
(1) \"Could you explain how I ended up naked on couch with you, Malfoy?\"
(2) \"You know French, Potter?\"
(3) \"I am astonished.\"
(4) \"Alright, alright. You win.\" or \"Well, well. Your victory.\"
(5) \"You speak French?!?!\"
(6) \"Yes, yes. You? Since when?\"
(7) \"Is there another in here who understands?\"
(8) \"Now this time?\"
I must say, because these might not all be correct/accurate: my french has not been used in forever (since I went to Quebec some years back, and even then it didn\'t work because they\'re two different dialects of the same language). I *shame* did use a bit of a translator. But not much ... sorry if the words didn\'t go together all too well. I never completely mastered that. AND: my German SUCKS! Just ask my old German professor *shudders at picture of Mr. Klemmer* ... or better yet, take my word for it.