Shades of Darkness and Light

All characters belong to J.K.Rowling. I just like to play with them and make them do naughty things.

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The sun peered from behind the curtains and the stupid rays fell right on my face blinding me. I cursed and threw the blankest over my head, but the light penetrated even them. With a groan I sat up and tried to blink the sleep out of my face. Didn\'t work. The sun blinded me again and I gave it the finger. What do you expect? It was like half six in damned morning.

I gave it a few minutes and then threw the blankets on the floor and stood up. At least it wasn\'t chilly. I dragged myself to the bathroom and swung the door open. At least I had my own bathroom.

The shower looked more then inviting and I took off my boxers and threw them on the floor. I stepped into the shower and immediately a spray of cool water plastered my hair to my face, neck and shoulders. Just what I needed to wake up. I took a bottle of shampoo and without looking poured some of it into my hair. As I began to massage it through my hair I was assaulted by the scent of strawberries.

”What the fuck?” I grabbed the bottle and looked at it again. There. The label on the bottle had in tiny letters Strawberry Scent written on it. Fuck! Immediately I tried to get the stuff out, but it was to no use. It was still there. Like the stupid remnants of a potion stuck at the bottom of Longbottom´s cauldron. Which reminds me to check mine. Snape might have been friendly the few days he stayed, but today I’m coming back to Hogwarts and who knows what he has prepared for this year.

Annoyed by the shampoo incident I stepped out of the shower and shook my head to get the water out of my eyes. Grabbing a towel I rubbed myself with it to get the water off and then wrapped it around my waist. I had to use another one for the hair. I brushed my teeth and looked at the small mess I made. Clothes strewn around. Water on the tiles and floor. And was that white stuff…!

I grabbed the showerhead and washed off my seed from the wall. What? I Am seventeen damnit! And I do not plan on being a monk or celibate. It’s not like you haven\'t done this before. Anyway…

I was standing in front of my closet staring at the only pair of pants the houself hadn\'t packed with the others and the shirt. What. The. Fuck! Black leather pants, a birthday gift from Bill Weasley (you should have seen Mrs. Weasley´s face). I have no idea why he gave me something like that, but who cares now. With a shrug I grabbed them and pulled them on.

Yes! The-Boy-Who-Lived wore no underwear! So? At least the pants were comfortable. The shirt was a bright green and I almost went into a fit. Why does everyone want to accent my eyes!? I wish they would be gray. Then no one would bother. And if they would the shirts would be gray too.

Silently cursing I put on the clothes along with my black socks and black boots. Gothic much? Not yet. While my hair was drying (I hate to use spells on it. Makes me think I damage it) I took my black eyeliner out of a drawer and started to apply it in a mirror. You heard it right. MY eyeliner! Be glad I’m not wearing lipstick. Though, I do have one. Tonks has some crazy ideas sometimes…ok. Almost all the time. I grabbed a wristband from my drawer and pulled it over the cuts on my arm. It barely covered them, but it was good enough.

I heard a loud crash coming from downstairs and a yell followed it not two seconds later.

“Ron! What in Merlin\'s name are you doing?”

“Nothing!”

“Help Ginny get her things down! We’re leaving in twenty minutes!”

I should get my things down too. I used the levitation spell on my bags and Hedwig´s cage and as quickly as I could I motioned with my wand to get them to the front door. A few red bags were already there. Trust Hermione to be prepared even at midnight. I let my things drop next to hers and went to the kitchen. Thank God that only Remus was there.

“Morning Harry.”

“Morning. Where\'s everyone?” Not that I would miss anyone in particular.

“Packing the last of their things, knocking umbrella stands over, trying to make everyone hurry. Coffee?” Remus handed me a mug of the steaming beverage and I gladly accepted it. It was hot and bitter. Just the way I like it. It burned my tongue, numbing my taste buds for half of the day.

“I don\'t get it. How can you drink it like that? No sugar. No cream. And hot as Hell. Nice pants by the way.” He tried to hide his smirk behind the mug, but I could see it anyway.

“Thanks. The houself must have pout my other clothes away, because these were the only pants left.” I took another gulp of the coffee and swallowed it, making Remus wince.

“I will never understand how you can do that.” He looked at his watch and sighed. “It\'s almost time. Do you have everything?”

“I think so. In case I forgot just send it with an owl…or whatever bird you will have at hand. But please, don\'t send that idiotic raven again.” Remus chuckled.

“You didn\'t like him? He sure liked you. He was never hungry after coming back. Were you feeding him?”

“Feeding him? More like he took whatever he wanted from our table and flew off. Once he even stole food from the teacher’s table!” It was true. Remus found a baby raven during one of his monthly transformations and brought it with him back. It had a broken wing and was underfed. He took care of it and since then the raven never left him and was even delivering post. I though it is a joke when it brought me post from Remus a week after my 6th year began.

“Well, he does have an attitude for a raven.” He put his mug into the sink and so did I. he went off to find Charlie and I stood in the kitchen alone, trying to figure out what I wanted to do seconds ago. Do you know the feeling when you were thinking about something important, then you do something different and after a few seconds you forget what the important thing was? No? Whatever…

“Harry! We\'ll be late! Get your ass over here!” Trust Ron to yell something like that all over the house. Well…payback time! I aparated into the foyer where he was standing along with Hermione and Ginny. I was standing right behind him as quietly as I could and then enveloped him in a mock embrace.

“So you want my ass with you, Ronnie?” I whispered into his ear and felt him shudder.

“Get off of me! Hermione! Help!” The girl in question rolled her eyes at her boyfriend who was being “molested” by The-Boy-Who-Lived. Ginny was clutching her stomach and laughing like mad.

“You don\'t want me?” I mock pouted and released him. He stumbled and ran over to Hermione and hid behind her back like a child would hide behind a mother\'s skirt. I faked hurt and wiped a few imaginary tears, all the while trying to act like a kicked puppy.

“No offense, mate, but I prefer my lovely girl.”

“We can do a threesome.” I offered and bit the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from laughing.

“Eww! No thanks! And Hermione is mine! Right Hermione?” The puppy dog eyes he gave her made me crack up and I had to hold on the door handle so I wouldn\'t fall on my ass.

“No time for this. Get in the cars.” Molly Weasley´s voice rang out from the living room and seconds later the woman came out. “What are you waiting for?”

“Nothing. Let\'s go before we\'ll miss the train.” Hermione answered for all of them and levitated her bags to one of the three cars waiting for them outside. Ginny, Ron and I did the same and as I put Hedwig´s cage in the car (Remus magically modified it so our bags would fit in) Bill and Charlie came out of the house, one laughing like mad and the other scowling and shouting insults at the other. I regarded them with a curious look.

“What\'s up?” Bill ran up and grabbed me by the waist, using me as a shield from his brother. The hands felt familiar and I let him do as he pleased. Don\'t ask anymore. I might come back to this later. I might…

“Get back here! You can\'t use Harry as your guard!” Bill shook with laughter as Charlie pointed his wand at him. I tilted my head to the side and calmly waited for an explanation. Hermione was staring, Ron looked confused and Ginny was giggling behind her hand.

The Mrs. Weasley, Remus, Tonks and Kingsley ran out of the house. Mrs. Weasley looked furious. And that was never a good thing.

“Bill! Charlie! Act your age for Merlin\'s sake! Bill! Let Harry go! We have to get to the station!” her words have the effect of a spell and Bill let go of my waist, but not before brushing my sides with the tips of his fingers. The he got in one of the cars. Remus got in that one too and so did I. Ginny, Tonks and Mrs. Weasley got into the second one and Ron, Hermione and Kingsley into the last one.

I have no idea how, but the cars drove by themselves to the station and they always seemed to be in the front and leave behind all the other cars. Magic sure has its advantages.

Remus sat behind the steering wheel, but in his lap was a book written by a muggle. Bill was sitting with me in the back and his hand kept creeping up and down my arm. I smiled and turned to face him. His eyes were warm and his hand slid to my waist and pulled me closer. I reached out and tangled my fingers in his long hair, which was left loose. He leaned into the caress and a low, purr-like sound reached my ears.

I pulled him closer and closed the distance between us. He tasted just like I remember. Coffee and oranges. Sweet oranges, if you want to know. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I stroked it with mine. He pulled me closer and moaned as I sucked on his tongue.

“Damn! You\'re so hot I can\'t keep my hand off of you!” He nuzzled my neck and then sucked on one of my sensitive spots. Yeah. I said one. I DO have more, you know.

“Well, I am going to be away for ten moths so you better take a picture.” He stopped his ministrations and grinned into my neck.

“I already did.” What? When did he…oh God…don\'t tell me… He took a photo out the pocket of his jeans and showed it to me. There was me, on his bed, naked, only with as sheet covering certain parts of my body. Obviously I was sleeping, but the slight tent in the sheet gave me a fairly good idea what was the me on the photo dreaming.

“You like it? I took the photo two weeks ago.” he put it back into his pocket and smirked. “This way I will always have you with me. And don\'t worry about it getting into someone else\'s hands.” He kissed me again and any worries about the photo were banned from my head. The only thing that mattered was the tongue in my mouth and the soft noises we were making.

Don\'t take me wrong. I really like Bill, but I am not in love with him. I love him, yes, but only as a friend. Maybe a bit more considering that we had sex. And not only once. Don\'t give me that look! I told you. I am not a monk!

Good thing Remus was so engrossed with his book that he didn\'t notice anything that went on on the backseat. Or he did and decided to stay quiet about it. What would Mrs. Weasley think? I really don\'t want to imagine that.

We stopped at the station and got out. Charlie and Tonks went to fetch us carriers for our luggage and Bill played a game of “How many times can I kiss Harry without anyone seeing”. Can\'t say I don\'t like that game.

Once we had our things we got to the barrier between platform 9 and 10. Mrs. Weasley, Tonks and Kingsley said their goodbyes and Remus gave me a book on “Ancient Japanese Magic” by Akisawa Crystal.

“You might find some useful spells and hexes in it. Write if something comes up. Take care Harry.” With that he went off with Charlie asking something about dragon mating. Ron, Hermione and Ginny already went past the barrier and I had to hurry up or risk missing the train. I turned to Bill. He was fidgeting, obviously wanting something. And I knew what.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the front of his black shirt, pulling him into a passionate kiss. His arms went around my waist pulling me against his body and I didn\'t object. Why should I, Instead I wrapped my arms around his neck. There were gasps, various sorts of “ohh” and “ahh”, wolf-whistles and of course shouts to get a room.

When we parted I kissed him one last time, took my things, mouthed a “Goodbye” and ran past the barrier.

The Hogwarts express was still there and students were running around. it all felt too familiar to me and I used my wand to aparated my things into the train. One of the many useful new spells I learned during summer. It will find an empty place to put my things in and no one else can enter it. Useful.

A black cat twirled itself around my right leg and I lifted it up. It had golden eyes and a white crescent moon-like spot on the forehead. Somehow it reminded me of a Japanese animated show I saw a few weeks ago. It purred and settled in my arms. A moment later a brown haired boy ran up to me, breathless.

“Thanks for catching him, Harry.” He knew me? I handed him the cat and he smiled. Something was awfully familiar about him, but I couldn\'t put my finger on it.

“How was your summer? Obviously good. You changed. Your hair is longer. Where are your glasses?”

“Whoa! Slow down! Who are you?” He gave me a look as if I would grow two heads and a tail.

“Are you kidding? It\'s me! Neville!” What!? Neville? As In Neville Longbottom? The clumsy and slightly chubby boy? The Neville who was too scared of Snape? Can\'t be. The boy before me was taller then me, had a slim built and he shone with confidence. But then it hit me. The voice is the same!

“Neville? And you say I changed! Look at you. Man! You\'re hot!” He blushed as I said that. But it was true. Almost nothing reminded me of the boy from my past six years at Hogwarts. Neville was dressed in baggy green pants and a beige shirt. His hair hung into his face and he had pierced his ear!

“Neat ring. What\'s with the change? Not that I complain. You became an eyecandy.” he blushed even more and I couldn\'t help to think how cute it was.

“My grandma moved to Germany, but I didn\'t want to leave England so I am living with my cousin Simon. He suggested a change. I didn\'t like it at first, but he said I look good. But I think the earring is too much.” I shook my head.

“It is not. You look perfect. Man. I can\'t wait to see Ron\'s and Hermione´s reaction.” I boarded the train dragging a nervous Neville with me. Old habits die hard. I found the compartment with my things and opened the door leading Neville inside. I sat down and stretched my legs. He sat opposite of me, the cat purring in his lap.

“What\'s with the cat? Where\'s Trevor?”

“I left him at my cousin\'s house. He told me I am a bit too old for toads and gave me this cat for birthday along with the change. His name is Kreuz. The German word for cross.” He stroked the black fur with a small smile. “What about you? Where are your glasses?”

“Contact lenses. I got tired of the glasses. Same goes for the hair. I decided that longer is better.”

“You look good.” He said and blushed, suddenly interested in the floor. I raised an eyebrow. Could he be attracted to guys? Well, plenty of time to find out. Just as I was about to ask him if he has someone the door slipped open and guess three times who stepped in?

Draco Malfoy

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