The Sexual Education of one Harry Potter.

Ah, my children have been so nice to this lonely author, and in return this author has been a bad girl to you all. I apologize but the curse we all know as real life has me grasped in its claws and has yet to let me go. Still, with much pain in my heart as I can give, I bring you all the second instalment of this story, with enriched hopes you will forgive me in my carelessness.

Without further to add...

The Sexual education of one Harry Potter.
Story by: Mistress of the Spoils.

To say one Harry Potter had not been able to sleep after that would have been one major understatement. Questions plagued his dreams as well as images of what he had just witnessed, which, of course, brought even more inquiries to his troubled mind.

What exactly had been that? Would be the first and most important of them all, of course.

Was Malfoy really Seamus' master? Would soon follow.

How?

And was it somehow connected to Malfoy's new association with Daphne Greengrass, who had, until then been a quiet and shy slytherin girl, and Blaize Zabini, whom until then had not even been on speaking terms with the Malfoy heir?

What were they hiding?

"Game Master..." Harry whispered, frowning. Daphne had called him that before they disappeared inside the Slytherin common room. Was this all a game for the snakes?

He wished he knew.

A quietly whispered 'Lumos' brought him out of his musings, as he fixed his glasses on his face and peeked from his bed's curtains to the small spot of light.

Seamus' bed.

Where he was currently sitting, toweling his hair dry after a much needed, in Harry's opinion, shower. A satisfied smile adorned his lips.

"You came back early," a voice whispered from the darkened room. Seamus grinned happily and pulled back his bed covers, slipping his naked body under them. They all knew Seamus slept in the nude, but until then, Harry had not seen any reason to consider it... improper.

To know that the Irish young man was flaunting the same body that held Draco Malfoy so intimately at night brought a new edge to such a simple routine.

Harry frowned.

"You have no idea what happened, my dearest Fool! He called me by my name! He called me Seamus..." the Irish boy whispered happily.

There was a gasp from the shadows.

"He must trust you very much to do so, Emperor," the voice answered sullenly. "I'm still the fool to him, I wonder if I'll ever grow to be out of the maze."

Seamus smiled gently and reached with a hand into the shadows. Before Harry knew it he had pulled Neville Longbottom from his bed and was kissing his lips tenderly, in such a lovingly way it made the green eyed boy blush at their closeness. How come he had not noticed this before?

"You have to be patient, listen to the master, he only wants what's best for you, my lovely Fool," the Irishman said slowly, looking straight into his classmate's eyes. Neville still looked unsure, if his trembling lips were any indication to Harry. "you haven't been very obedient, have you?" he asked.

Neville blushed and shook his head.

"It's just so alien, I'm not sure I can do it," he said in an embarrassed whisper. Seamus frowned.

"You sound just like the Devil, Fool. How are you supposed to get any better if you keep letting your own insecurities control you," he said firmly. "The Master has chosen you, allowed you to share the bond, it has to mean something, right?" Neville nodded sullenly.

"Tomorrow..." he hissed back. "I'll do it tomorrow." And his hand unconsciously went to the faint burn mark still left on his cheek. The healers had been very apt at making of the burns disappear from his skin, but he knew some would always remind.

He would be deformed forever... how was he worthy of the Master's beauty?

Still, the master said he was beautiful. And the Master never lied.

"You are doing the right thing, Fool. I know you will benefit from this," Seamus smiled, kissing his friend once more, this time, Harry noted, more heatedly. "Also, the Master gave me permission to tell," he added proudly, sure his friend needed a subject change.

The Fool was still too new...

Neville's eyes widened.

"You can tell? Then he must think someone is going to come into our maze..." he said in awe. "Which one do you think will come out? The Justice? The Hanged Man? Hell, even The Chariot could be ready for all we know."

Seamus shrugged.

"Could be anyone. My bet's on the Hanged Man, though. The Master thinks the Justice will never come to be, he feels sorry for him, but he understands that there are some things that even he cannot do."

Neville nodded thoughtfully.

"I think it would do the Hanged Man good, to be within the Master's embrace, it would heal him immensely," unconsciously his hands had slipped under Seamus' bed covers and were gently caressing his chest, it was so muscled and masculine, sometimes he wished he could be like that.

A hand stopped him, however.

"Oh no, my lovely Fool, not until the Master says you are ready," Seamus smirked, "you know the rules," he warned. The other boy nodded.

"My body feels so hot, though. Just thinking about it I feel so needful," he moaned. Much to Harry's surprise. In a few second the quiet Neville Longbottom he had know for over seven years had turned into that fierce creature trying to seduce their also old friend.

What on earth had Malfoy done to him.

With another gentle reprimand and a lingering kiss Seamus ushered Neville to bed and laid down himself, waving his wand one more time and submerging the room into darkness at last.

Harry laid back on his bed once more, this mind in a turmoil with all the information this hushed conversation had given him.

He closed his eyes.

So not only Seamus, but Neville were under Malfoy's sick control. Would there be more?

Most likely, from what he could tell at least, others were involved in a group, what Seamus had called the Maze.

And those names... The Fool, the Emperor, The Devil, The Hanged Man, The Justice.

Obviously those were tarot cards, but considering Neville was The Fool, and Seamus was The Emperor, those were most likely the code names they used while in the game.

It made sense, then, to assume that this group spread further, considering they were the main arcane, and they called themselves the maze, how many were there? He could not tell.

And why was Seamus The Emperor? He would have guessed that Malfoy, as the Master, would use that code to refer to himself.

God, now he wished he had paid attention to Trelawny's classes during his first years, it would all be so much easier if he had.

Sighing, he crossed his arms behind his head and prepared himself to one of his no longer usual sleepless nights. He had much to think about.

***

The following morning, as he showered, he recounted all the facts he had managed to get on his head.

Fact: Malfoy and his Slytherin croons had created a group of sexual escapade, who were using tarot cards to identify themselves.

Fact: Seamus and Neville were in it.

Fact... no, supposition: Seamus had taken Neville with him into this group, and had been in it for far longer than Neville had.

Harry narrowed his eyes.

Fact: Not all the Arcane were into the group, but they were still labeled as such.

Supposition: Malfoy had targeted students around school and had sent his... slaves(?) to recruit them when he felt like it.

As the boy washed off the soap from his body a grin lit up his face.

Fact: Seamus had been give permission to give out information about this group to anyone who dared to ask.

Supposition: If he could corner Seamus before the other arcanes did, he would be able to put a stop to it.

A sigh escaped his lips.

Fact: If Ron could hear his thoughts right now, he would agree wholeheartedly to his train of thoughts.

Final Fact: If Hermione could hear his thoughts right now, she would roll her eyes and reprimand him for, what she would most likely say, was another one of his 'Malfoy is up to something' episodes.

As he climbed out of the shower, Harry clenched his fists and nodded to himself in the mirror.

No matter, he would stop this insanity at once. He would save his friends from whatever twisted game Malfoy had planned for them and then... maybe then...

He would be able to stop thinking about Malfoy's face in the throes of passion.

With another resolute nod of his head he put on his uniform and went to the Great Hall. He had to catch Seamus before classes started.

***

From across the Hall, Draco smirked as he saw Harry Potter approach Seamus Finnigan. His dearest Emperor had played his cards well.

"It's amazing, the way you were able to predict this outcome," whispered Zabini into his ear before giving it a playful lick. Malfoy just turned to him and rested his pale hand casually on the other boy's thigh, gently slipping it inside his pants and caressing the healthy erection he found in his way.

Zabini moaned softly, his eyes never leaving the Game Master's even as his body curled lightly forward.

Draco just raised an amused eyebrow.

"You lack faith, High Priest," Daphne answered uninterested, as she sipped her morning tea. Her eyes were trailing after her own pet experiment, her Moon. She had seen the girl bloom under her loving care, and had only the Game Master to thank for that, a shame though none of them shared the right kind of attraction to enjoy the other's attention. Lord Malfoy would have loved their union. "It was obvious The Hanged Man would go after the Emperor, it was just a matter of time before his curiosity drove him to us."

"My beloved High Priestess," Draco drawled as he continued to pleasure the boy to his right. He knew no one in Slytherin would mind, as he had already declared his position on the Game. "Remember why we are doing this, it is no normal amusement," he reminded his friend. "We were all blessed by our previous Game Master, and it is only our duty to continue their holy labor," his eyes regarded Potter for a moment and a glint of something nor Daphne nor Blaize could identify could be seen on his silver pools. "Whatever pleasure we derive from the game, of course, is an added bonus." He turned to Blaize finally, kissing his lips.

"You of course don't mind I keep the Hanged Man to myself, don't you, dearest?" he asked gently, tightening the hold of his hand.

Blaize threw his head back with a silent moan, his body shaking from the utter pleasure that was coursing through it.

"N-no, Game Master, he is all yours..."

"Just as it should be." he answered as he licked his lips. He was truly looking forward to the turning of the Hanged Man.

The one he had labeled himself.

The one and only Harry James Potter.

To be continued.

Notes: I guess my dearest readers will know by now that this story will not only be about the wonderful sexual intercourse our main characters will share. And yes, other arcanes have already been decided.
Until we read each other next,

Much love,

Mistress of the Spoils.