On Whom Doth The Moon Shine

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, the novels, the movies, etc. I'm also not making any money or profits off of this story. It belongs to the wealthy British Lady who has more money than I would make in a year.

Chapter One

New Years Day

He looked at me again.

I tried to avoid his glances by looking at the dance floor or looking at my fingernails. Yet, for some strange reason, I always looked at him back. He always smiled. He would stop talking to Pansy and Malfoy and smiled at me. Then I would blush and avoid him some more. His smile was alluring and tempting which made me nervous and…aroused. Aroused wouldn’t be the right word, more like desired. For once I was desired by someone who didn’t care if I was the Boy-Who-Lived. To him, I was just another bloke at the Yule Ball. Then again, he talked to Malfoy so I shouldn’t think much into the little “show.”

I didn’t say a word when Ron tapped me on the shoulder. I looked at him and noticed that our dates for the Yule Ball were missing. Oh well.

“What’s the matter, Harry?” he asked.

“Nothing, I was just thinking.”

He shrugged and leaned against the chair. Afterward, my thoughts went back to the bloke. I turned around to find him but I didn’t see him. I sighed. Strangely, I wanted to see him again. He was rather handsome and seemed…charming for a Slytherin.

I was about to return my glances to the dance floor until I heard a voice.

“Excuse me…” he paused. Ron and I looked at him, which shocked me since a few minutes ago he talked to Malfoy. He smiled confidently. I wanted to avoid his smile, so I looked at the band playing some fast paced song. I guess it didn’t stop him from asking,

“…Potter, I was wondering do you want to dance with me.”

I looked at him and blushed. No one ever asked me to dance in my life. I usually asked girls to dance with me. They would refuse. To me, this was strange for a bloke to ask another bloke to dance. Then again, nothing was strange to me anymore.

Despite the pleasurable feeling in my stomach, I decided to reject him. I’m not a great dancer and probably embarrass myself like I did earlier in the evening. Before I could answer, Ron exclaimed,

“Why would he dance with you?”

I wanted to slap Ron but I knew he was releasing his anger. He was more irritated at seeing Hermione dancing with Vitker Krum than anything else. Needless to say, it didn’t give him the right to be rude.

The Slytherin ignored Ron.

“Like I was saying, do you want to dance with me?” he asked strongly as he forward his hand.

I looked at Ron’s hatefully glare before touching the blue-eyed boy’s hand. I don’t know what Ron did after the Slytherin pulled me to the dance floor. But I do know that Ron was pissed. At the moment, I didn’t care about him until the boy and me were on the dance floor. The fast paced, up-tempo song was turned into a slow and intimate tune. Great I thought, how the hell am I going to dance without feeling awkward.

We stared at each other until he wrapped his arm around my waist and his free hand touched my hand. He told me to follow his moves and I did. I nervously stepped on his foot several times until I became comfortable and confident dancing with him. We started to move to other places as the music kept playing. Several people stared at us, but I tried to ignore it. The Slytherin saw my irritation and grinned.

“Don’t be afraid, Potter. They are just jealous that they are not dancing with the famous Harry Potter.” He said seductively, almost like a purr.

“Who said I was afraid?” I asked him.

“You tensed when several people stared at us,” he whispered

“Oh.” I said looking at the floor. He was right, I was afraid.

Then he said with a corner grin,

“Besides those people are fucking morons who doesn’t have a life. They rather ridicule you behind your back instead of facing you. They are a waste of time.”

I was shock to hear him say that. He was very sure of himself, and I didn’t know if I wanted to push him away or stay with him. However, he was right to certain intent. They did ridicule me behind my back rather than in my face. It was annoying and sometimes I wanted to lash out. Therefore I kept dancing with him despite his comment.

Soon the music speed up and everyone danced wildly. He spins me around and danced in front of me. He moved his hips from side to side while I stand there, like a fool, not knowing what to do. He grabbed my hands and pulled me close. His chest and hips pressed against mine as his hands traveled from my hands to my hips. I was beyond nervous. I was scared out of my mind. Thank God no one was looking at us.

He grinned and told me to follow his movement. Soon he moves his hips towards mine and I followed. He smiled and laughed and so did I. After a few minutes, I was no longer nervous or scared. I was dancing with him and others around me. I even danced with Hermione before Vikter came and pulled her aside. I thought I wouldn’t have a good time at the Yule Ball but oddly enough I did. If it wasn’t for him, then I would have been sitting with Ron, looking stupid.

After dancing, he and I went outside and talked. Although he was a Slytherin and had some common Slytherin’s traits, he wasn’t a Voldemort supporter or pureblood fanatic. He was kind, loyal, understanding, and down to earth which was a rare trait in Slytherins. Then again, looks can be deceiving.

After spending time with him, we walked to the central stairway. I was about to leave until he pulled me aside.

“Thanks for dancing with me, Harry. You are a better dancer than Draco. Merlin knows he can’t dance worth a damn,” he said.

I chuckled while picturing a no rhythm Malfoy trying to dance.

“You’re welcome and I didn’t know I was a better dancer than Malfoy. Thanks for the complement.”

He chuckled.

“Anytime, mate,” then his smile became a serious frown, “Harry, I know I’m supposed to stay away from you since…well…since you are a Gryffindor. Hell, Draco didn’t want me near you tonight, but I told him to screw himself. Anyway, what I’m trying to ask is…do you want to have breakfast tomorrow.” He asked shyly.

“No.”

He sighed.

I smiled.

“Would you like to have breakfast with me, instead? Malfoy and I are not on “good terms.”

He stared at me until a radiant smile appeared on his pale face.

“I get your point. Sure, why not. I don’t care if Draco gets pissed. He has that silly girl Pansy.”

I nodded as my heart jumped with joy. Before we left, I asked,

“By the way, what is your name?”

“Gabriel, Gabriel Hawthorne.”

I opened my eyes and looked at the room. I thought I was at my house, in bed with my wife. But as my vision became clearer, I realized I was in Gabriel’s bedroom. I could tell by the Asian artwork hanging on the navy green walls, cracked door of his built in closet, and a large plasma television hanging on the wall. Also his bed was softer and had fewer pillows than my bed. When I think about it more, Gabriel’s apartment was nicer than the two story house I shared with Ginny. Maybe that was why I hate coming back home during the mornings.

I was about to move when I felt Gabriel’s head on my chest and his arms wrapped around my waist. His lean, but muscular, body felt so good lying next to me. I should be longing for my wife’s slender body, but, over the years, I don’t want to feel her body near me.

Yet, I still loved her…and Gabriel.

I looked at him and touched his face softly. His skin was like silk as I touched from his face to his neck and back. He looked like an innocent angel when he was sleeping and it broke my heart to leave him on every encounter. I know he despised it as much as I do and, on rare occasions, I would stay with him more than one night. However, I promised Ginny I would go with her to her parents’ house for a New Year’s Day Brunch. I hate going to that brunch, but I have no choice. I put the ring on her finger and I vowed to honor her…which I almost kept.

I kissed Gabriel’s head and moved away from him. He held on to me and started kissing my side and thigh. I felt guilty and ashamed. I knew he wanted me to stay and some of me want to lie in bed with him for one more minute. Shit, I wish I was cloned. Maybe then I can have a family and Gabriel without someone getting hurt.

“Stay for one more hour, Harry. Please.” He pleaded sleepily, kissing on my thigh.

I moaned as my heart broke. Gabriel kissed his way up to the side of my face and nibbled on my ear. His hands traveled to my harden cock. He stroked it and I hissed.

“I’m just asking for one more hour and then you can go to your wife and kids. Brunch doesn’t start until noon and it’s only nine. Please, baby.” He moaned huskily, his hand moving from the neck to the head of my cock. I felt his nails digging into the flesh which tortured me.

I should leave now before I break his heart and mine. But I couldn’t do it. I moved his hand away from my cock and crawled on top of him. He widened his legs as my dick move inside him. I pressed him on the bed and moved gently inside his soft arse.

Gabriel cried out my name which sounded like heaven to me. His hands caressed from my back to my chest and hard nipples. He moved his head from side to side on his pillow and closed his eyes. I placed my head on his neck and caressed it with my tongue, making Gabriel exhale deeply. I felt his legs wrap around my waist and pushed my cock deeper until I hit his prostate.

“Oh my God, Harry, that’s it…move deeper,” he cried as I nibbled from his neck to his collarbone.

As he moaned, I massaged his neglected cock. I could feel the precum oozing from the slit which made me stroke it quicker. Gabriel hands rubbed my shoulders tensely while his head arched to each stroke of my dick. The pleasure on his pale, but beautiful, face was priceless and bittersweet. When I do finally come, it would be over and Merlin knows I don’t want it to end.

After a few more thrusts, I collapsed on top of him. I relaxed for a minute before I moved away from him. I looked at him and knew he was sated… for the moment. I kissed him gentle on the lips before I got out of bed and went to shower. He jumped on my back and nibbled my earlobe.

“Can I join you, Potter?” he asked devilishly.

I carried him to the bathroom and turned on the water. He got off my back when I step inside his built in shower. I had to admit, his bathroom is bigger than the two bathrooms in my house.

I was under the water when Gabriel pushed me against the wall. We faced each other as I felt Gabriel’s lips on mine.

“You’re not going to leave here until you are begging for more.” He whispered against my lips before he went on his knees.

I stopped him.

“I don’t know…” I hoarsely said.

“Harry, let me have you for a few moments.” He said as he lips parted and sucked on my cock.

****

Gabriel was naked on the bed as he watched me put on my suit jacket.

“Are you coming back next weekend?” he asked, staring into my eyes.

I tensed. I promised Ginny we would go to dinner next weekend. I would love to see him, but I can’t. I should end the affair as I speak. I should tell him it was fun and I will miss him. However, I could not do it. I love him, I want him; yet, I just can’t leave my wife for him.

“Not next week, Gabriel. I have to work.” I lied, not wanting to hurt him more.

Gabriel nodded and smiled weakly. He gets off the bed, stood behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist. I looked at us in the mirror. We looked look like a perfect couple…except I’m married and he’s my mistress.

I straighten my tie while Gabriel kissed my cheek. I pressed my head on Gabriel’s head and closed my eyes. I should end this so Gabriel can love someone else and I can be happy with my wife. Yet, is that what I want? I thought.

“Maybe I can…see you Wednesday?” I suggested.

“Maybe.” He said flatly and moved away from me. I knew he was pissed with me. I should comfort him but I couldn’t. I stared at him as he turned away from and putted on some pants. Then we walked to the front door and he opened it for me.

“I see you around,” I said to him sadly.

He nodded with a frown.

“I love you, Harry,” He whispered painfully.

“Me too,” I said as I felt guilty for not saying those words.

He was not fazed by my meaning as he kissed me goodbye and shut the door.

I got in the car and hit my head on the steeling wheel. How the hell did I get myself in this mess? I love Gabriel but I cannot have him. I am married with children. I still love my wife and it was not fair to her and the kids that I am sleeping with him. It was also not fair to Gabriel since I am fucking married man. I wish I could change back the hands of time and stop the affair before it happened. I wish I could remain a happy family man, not an old crock who stealing happiness from the people he loved.

I need to choose between Gabriel and Ginny. One of them will get hurt while the other will have me. However, at the end, I will come out as the bad guy and no one really wins.