Brave New World

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Chapter Nineteen



The nerves that plagued him most of the evening weren\'t relenting. If anything, as the clock inched closer to eleven, his stomach seemed to clench tighter in anticipation. Harry told himself it was normal. Most people were naturally anxious when they were contemplating starting a new relationship. It didn\'t matter his new relationship was with a Slytherin. Or a male. Both of which was sure to earn him arguments with his friends and most likely a front page article in the Daily Prophet, as if there weren\'t more important things going on than the status of his sexuality. Which was still up for consideration, Harry mused.



He glanced once more at his reflection in the mirror, nodding in approval. He would have to leave the dorm early if he didn\'t want to draw unwanted attention to his departure. There would be questions. From well meaning queries concerning his safety to teasing laughter pondering what bird he was entertaining. Wouldn\'t it be a surprise for his roommates to learn it was a bloke he was so jittery about meeting.



"You look very nice this evening, Master Harry."



Hobbes was a boon and if Harry could be grateful for nothing else the little elf had done, he would always appreciate the command Hobbes had taken of his wardrobe. After a furious fitting, the old second hand things from Dudley were retired in a blaze of glory and good riddance he couldn\'t help but sneer. Now his armoire was filled with his own clothes, from elegant dress robes and suits to casual shirts and trousers that he wouldn\'t be ashamed to wear. The little guy had great taste.



It had taken away one worry for the night as it was easy to select a tailored white shirt with French cuffs to wear over a pair of navy flat front, skinny fit trousers and a tasteful pair of dragon hide boots. Ruby cufflinks winked at his wrists along with the heirloom mythril watch he found in the Potter storage box. There were two others as well, one for more formal occasions and a casual one with a dark brown dragon hide ban. Now he didn\'t have to wear the broken one he had salvaged from amongst Dudley\'s cast-offs.



The new haircut Whimsy gave him was given a quick trim and he didn\'t even mind the aftershave Hobbes insisted he wear that had hints of citrus and sandalwood.



"Thank you Hobbes. And I know I said this already but thank you again, you know, for getting the new clothes."



"Master Harry is a Lord. He should not have been forced to wear rags." Hobbes always looked so insulted on his behalf when he recalled the old clothes. "Is there anything else I can get you this evening?"



Blaise sent him a note with a school owl requesting that Harry allow him to handle the arrangements for their first engagement. All he needed to do was show up at the Room of Requirement at eleven instead of twelve. It certainly took a lot of pressure off, as he really didn\'t have the slightest idea of what to do on a date. The only one he had ever been on was the disastrous one with Cho and it didn\'t bear thinking on.



"I\'m good, Hobbes, but thanks."



"Then I shall prepare your things for tomorrow."



Though he didn\'t have classes, he still wanted to get up for his morning run and then do some reading in his family Grimoire. Colfax would floo in at eleven to begin their lessons in running the Potter estate and he had training with Leo at three, so his day would still be pretty busy.



"Harry where are you headed off to this late?"



Luck wasn\'t on his side, as the common room while not full still contained the very people he had been trying to avoid on his way out. "I have some things to take care of \'Mione."



"Its past curfew," she reminded him with more than a hint of disapproval in her voice.



He knew exactly what time it was, that\'s why he had his invisibility cloak tucked in his pocket. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her just that but decided to avoid the argument. He had been sneaking around Hogwarts for years now, she should know better than to think him unprepared.



"I\'ll be fine."



"You\'re dressed up again. What\'s the deal this time?" Ron asked. Their relationship was still awkward and tense at times but Ron was trying at least. The sad part, Harry realized, was just how hard Ron had to try. Had his friend really become so accustomed to the snide comments and innuendo? If someone had suggested to him even fourth year that he and Ron wouldn\'t always be the best of friends he probably would have hexed them.



"Maybe he has a date," Seamus suggested earning a laugh from Dean who he was beating at a game of chess if the board was any indication. Neville was absent, probably with Luna, while Hermione stared at him with inquisitiveness, Ron with suspicion and a dark anger from Ginny that he didn\'t even want to contemplate.



"Can I talk to you for a second Harry?" Hermione was already freeing herself from the arm Ron had wrapped around her shoulder so she could stand.



"Sure," he shrugged allowing her to pull him to the side, away from the lighthearted teasing of Seamus and Dean so they could speak in private.



"Was Seamus right? Do you have a date?"



He really couldn\'t tell anything from her tone but she kept throwing cautious glances over his shoulder which told him something was on her mind. "Why?" His tongue was heavy with sarcasm, "Would it be so horrible if I did?"



"Of course not, it\'s just that you never said a word to us about liking a girl, not after what happened with Cho last year. And I was curious that\'s all."



Perhaps he should try laying the foundation now. Sooner or later his friends would discover he was involved with Blaise, at least if he hinted at it now, they wouldn\'t be taken completely by surprise. "Yes, I\'m meeting someone tonight but I\'m not ready to name names yet."



"But Harry," she pleaded but he had to interrupt her.



"I know you mean well, \'Mione, but I\'m not ready to tell you more than that. I\'d appreciate it if you kept even that to yourself. I really don\'t need the gossip and I don\'t want word getting back to Voldemort that Harry Potter is dating."



"I do understand that Harry," she relented just a little, "But you know we\'d never tell anyone."



"Not even Ron?"



"Of course not, he\'s your best friend."



"My best friend who is having a difficult time handling the way I\'ve changed this year. You know Ron can speak without thinking sometimes. I won\'t put anyone in danger because Ron\'s angry with me and blurts something out at an inopportune moment."



"Ron would never do anything to hurt you Harry, you have to know that."



"Not on purpose, at least," Harry clarified because Ron had been hurting him a lot this year, though Hermione might not be aware of it all.



"I don\'t like keeping secrets from Ron. He\'s my boyfriend Harry."



"And I\'m your best friend. I think I\'m allowed some privacy. If you find you need to tell Ron everything we speak of, then perhaps you shouldn\'t ask me so many questions."



Harry felt bad for the hurt there in her eyes but he pushed on needing to make himself clear. "My private life has nothing to do with the War or Voldemort. I\'ll tell Ron when I\'m ready for him to know."



"What about Ginny," she whispered cautiously, glancing over to the others again.



"What about her?" He was still angry with the youngest Weasley about her attitude toward him lately.



"Surely you realize she likes you Harry. It\'s the reason why she broke up with Dean."



"That had nothing to do with me." At her shocked expression, he couldn\'t help but release a heavy sigh. "I\'ve never in all the years I\'ve known her, given Ginny a reason to believe I returned her feelings. I barely know her, Hermione, other than being Ron\'s little sister and a Weasley. Why should I feel bad about not liking her?"



"It\'s like you said, you barely know Ginny. Why can\'t you give her chance? Get to know her, and perhaps you will like her."



With the way Ginny was acting like her mother? Harry barely resisted a grimace of distaste. He couldn\'t imagine being nagged to death by his girlfriend. Ron might get off on that but he definitely had no \'mummy issues\' he needed to resolve.



"I\'m already seeing someone." He didn\'t know how many different ways he would have to say this but he had a feeling an argument with a certain Weasley was in the making if she didn\'t back off.



"It can\'t have been for long, else you would have told us by now right? What\'s the harm in giving Ginny a chance?"



Seeing as for the past month Ron and Hermione could barely see past each others\' face might have been the reason they didn\'t know he was dating. Yes, he had just acknowledged his attraction for the Slytherin but they wouldn\'t have known if he had been dating Blaise from the moment school began. That\'s how oblivious the two had been.



Her pleading expression made him feel bad but probably not for the reason she would have liked. "What is this about really? You know I\'m not attracted to Ginny and yet here you are pushing for us to start dating. Would you like to tell me what is really going on?"



At least she was honest enough to feel guilty, given the blush spreading across her face, as she smiled sadly. "We\'re just growing apart Harry. I thought maybe if you and Ginny started dating each other," she finished with a hesitant lift of a shoulder.



"That things could go back to the way they were," he finished for her. Understanding made him feel sad; he thought he was the only one who noticed how different things were between them this year. "They can\'t," he said as kindly as he could. "I love you \'Mione and you\'ll always be my best friend but things have changed. I changed. No one could experience the things I have and remain the same. And I\'m not exactly upset about those changes anymore."



"But what about you and Ron? The two of you barely speak. You\'re never around anymore. I just don\'t want to lose you that\'s all."



"And you won\'t but pushing me at Ginny of all people isn\'t going to fix things between me and Ron. I\'m not blind, I know she wants something more than friendship for us but it would be cruel to lead her on especially when I like someone else."



She tilted her head in a nod, swallowing with a pensive expression on her face. "Maybe we can spend the day together tomorrow like we used to."



Hating to disappoint her, he nodded his agreement and was rewarded with a smile. "I need to wake up early tomorrow for my run but we can have breakfast together. I have a meeting with Colfax, my steward, tomorrow and then I have training with Leo."



"Can we come to watch? I know we can\'t train with you but we can watch. Maybe Ron and I can restart the DA even if you don\'t have the time."



"I guess," he hesitated, "My training isn\'t like the DA, Hermione. It\'s a lot more rigorous."



But all she heard was he had said yes. "We wont\' get in the way, Harry. Maybe it will give us some ideas."



"Ideas." Right. Maybe this could be a good thing. If they saw how hard he was working may be they would stop questioning him about his morning runs and how much effort he was putting into his studies this year. He glanced down at his watch, eyes widening briefly. "I need to go; I\'ll see you in the morning then?"



"Right," she nodded quickly. "Be careful and have fun." She kissed his cheek and pushed him toward the door, happy now, probably feeling that things were on their way back to normal.





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Blaise leaned against the wall across from the Come and Go room and while he appeared patient, was in actuality anything but. Over the years he had desired many things and had no problem in doing whatever it took to gain them. Power. Knowledge. Nothing was unattainable if he worked hard enough. It was how he was raised; what he truly believed. Until he met Harry Potter.



Now the ideals that he put so much value in wouldn\'t be able to help him tonight. If he wanted Harry, he was going to have to open the part of himself that he had been taught to never reveal. His heart. He would have to make himself vulnerable; a state of being that was uncomfortable for him. Not even Daphne and Tracey had ever witnessed him that way. Yet, he knew that to have a relationship with Harry, there could be nothing less. They would have to be honest, to build trust. Each was the foundation of a real bond but practically anathema to a Slytherin. All of his well honed cunning and grand ambitions would not earn him a place in Harry\'s heart. Strangely enough, that\'s exactly what he wanted.



Nefertiti wound her way through his legs, impatient for her human to arrive, which brought a smirk of humor to his face. The moment his familiar heard he would be meeting Harry tonight, nothing he said or did could convince the feline to remain in the dorm. In the end she glared at him with those golden eyes and he knew she would be getting her way as always.



"He should be here soon," he murmured, careful of Professors making their rounds or Filch and his demon cat who loved to catch students out after hours.



When he sent the owl to Harry asking to allow him to handle their assignation tonight, he already had most of the evening planned. Given the things he learned about Harry, it was probably a good guess that he had never been outside of England before, other than to Hogwarts for school. Blaise had traveled all of his life both with his grandparents as well as with his mother. It was considered part of the education of an heir to an Ancient and Noble House.



If the War wasn\'t currently tearing its way through the Wizarding world, he would be making plans for the summer for his grand tour. A right of passage for an heir\'s Coming of Age. For years he had dreams of visiting the Far East with his friends but now it would have to wait. Perhaps one day when the Dark Lord was gone, he would be able to share that trip with Harry.



For tonight, he would give Harry a glimpse of one of his favorite places.



Nefertiti alerted him to an approaching presence and he slipped quietly into the shadows to wait and see who would turn the corner. After several moments, his familiar growled softly, already moving forward but no one was there.



"Blaise?"



All of his alerted senses told him there was someone standing in the hall just in front of him but his eyes couldn\'t make out the slightest touch of magic. There was no sign of disillusionment, nothing. Then the very air shimmered briefly and Harry\'s head appeared. "Blaise?" Harry glanced down in surprise and then began to laugh as Nefertiti made herself known.



"Well hello, your majesty." The smile he offered lit his face with affection that was not often found on the Gryffindor\'s face after recent events. It had been sorely missed. Nefertiti disappeared and rematerialized just as fast giving him a view of Harry\'s legs before both vanished again. "Yes, this lowly servant understands his place, your majesty."



Harry waved one arm back and one half of his body appeared as he lowered to the ground to lift Nefertiti into his arms.



"You\'ll spoil her," he finally spoke up, enjoying the look of shock on Harry\'s face. "I do believe I managed to surprise you and I\'m not the one wearing an invisibility cloak."



"You were right in front of me and I didn\'t even see you there. How did you do that?"



"Practice," he drawled, inwardly laughing at the incredulous expression on Harry\'s face.



"Very funny. Do the two of you often work together? Your diversion and strike technique is unparalleled."



"Yes, we make a good team."



Harry\'s amusement gave way to consideration as his gaze slid quickly over the length of his body only to flare with approval. It proved the charcoal jumper and matching trousers were a good choice for the evening. Harry\'s stare roved over the breadth of his chest, across his shoulders and down the length of his arms, taking in the way the thin wool clung to every sinewy muscle.



"I would say you look beautiful tonight, if I didn\'t know you would take it the wrong way."



"Girls are beautiful," Harry insisted, frowning at the comparison.



There was nothing feminine about Harry\'s beauty and he had been taught to appreciate all kinds before he even knew he could be attracted to both sexes. The Gryffindor\'s face had lost most of its youth, grief and life carving the lines and angles of adulthood into an already handsome visage. The lower lip he was so fascinated with was flush and moist from being bitten, a telling gesture of nerves. It was too bad Harry didn\'t understand how much of a temptation the action proved to be.



The clean lines of the white shirt and dark trousers were a nice complement to a innately captivating presence. Harry was lithe, all sleek muscle with very little body fat. His body would never be bulky with muscle but his shoulders were just broad enough to accentuate a slim waist and powerful legs. Soon Harry would reach his zenith, mind, body and magic at its pinnacle and he couldn\'t wait to bear witness.



Blaise fought the urge to lick his lips at the image his mind had conjured.



"If you say so," he didn\'t bother to dispute the complaint. "Thank you for meeting me tonight and allowing me to make arrangements for our date."



"I was actually relieved. I," Harry paused, looking down at Nefertiti and focusing on the slow strokes of his hand moving across the feline\'s body. He drew in a deep breath, Gryffindor courage, and lifted his head. "I\'m not really all that experienced at dating. Aside from last year with Cho, and that was pretty disastrous, there hasn\'t been anyone else. So I wouldn\'t know what to plan anyway."



"It isn\'t a sign of weakness to defer to someone more knowledgeable, Harry. A smart man knows when to yield to the more experienced." He stepped forward and grasped the handle of the door to the reality he had created and pulled it open. Harry glanced at him, lifting a brow, before stepping inside.



The look of wonder on Harry\'s face was everything he could have hoped for and more.



"And it gives me great pleasure to share Tuscany with you."



With all the countries he had visited and the sights he had seen over the years, Blaise chose the peaceful countryside of Tuscany for their first date for exactly those reasons. The bountiful vineyards spread as far as the eye could see, green and fragrant under the vivid indigo evening sky.



Harry turned in a circle, noting they were standing on a patio with marble flooring and sun bleached stone walls. Tall graceful peach trees and terra cotta vases filled with white gardenias, peach roses and gerbera daisies decorated the small courtyard. The sounds of water trickling from an ancient fountain were compliment by the calls of crickets and the melody of a violin playing something soft and romantic.



Floating lanterns and candles glowed over a circular intricate wrought iron table set for two and waiting for them.



"This is beautiful," Harry\'s voice filled the quiet night air. He waved an arm out to the land, shaking his head in amazement. "I\'ve never seen anything like it before."



"I\'m glad you like it."



"The colors," Harry shook his head in disbelief, "Is it the magic or is it really so vibrant there."



"It\'s the country." Blaise placed a hand to the small of his back to escort him to the table. "I thought it was magic too when I first went there. Maybe it is, maybe the Divine blessed the very air to make it so beautiful."



"I\'d like to go there someday." Harry smiled, as they both sat down. "To see it for myself."



"Perhaps we\'ll travel there together," he couldn\'t help but suggest. Judging from the intense pleasure Harry revealed it was a good idea.



"Maybe we will. I\'m terribly impressed but I think you knew I would be."



"Hoped," he admitted, reaching for the bottle that knew would be perfectly chilled. "Wine?"



"I\'m more used to butter beer," Harry told him but reached for the empty glass anyway for him to fill. "When in Tuscany."



"It\'s a Vermentino Bianco, great year. From my family\'s cellar. Aren\'t you going to ask where I got it from?"



"We may be Gryffindors, Blaise, but we\'ve been sneaking in alcohol since fourth year. You do remember Fred and George, right?"



"I\'m shocked, corrupted at such a young age."



"Not really, the sixth and seventh years never let anyone under the age of fifteen drink more than butter beer. The only reason I\'ve had more is because of the celebrations with the quidditch team and never more than one glass of fire whisky before I was cut off."



"I\'m still shocked and disillusioned but at least they were looking out for you." He carefully poured them both a glass before setting the bottle aside.



"Overprotective you mean," Harry snorted. Blaise watched him take a careful sip of the white wine, his stomach clenching at Harry\'s hum of approval. "You\'re right, this is good. I should probably start getting familiar with different wines seeing as I discovered I own a vineyard. So who taught you about wine?"



"My grandfather. He was very thorough in my education, as I\'m the Zabini heir. I began with the traditional sniff, swish and spit, so that I could learn to identify all the layers of flavors in a good wine. I had my first real sip of wine at ten, I believe."



"My relatives liked to think they were sophisticated and well placed. When they would give parties, they would serve all types of wine. I could sometimes sneak a sip because I was in the kitchen cooking but they never had anything like this."



Blaise filed the bit of information Harry had just revealed away for later. "Hungry?"



"A little. I was a little too nervous to eat at dinner."



"Piffy," he snapped his fingers and the diminutive elf appeared in a loud pop. "You may begin serving, Piffy."



"\'Course Master Blaise," she answer in a husky voice, filled with affection.



The small meal of fresh cacciucco, a zesty fish stew, was ladled over toasted Italian bread rubbed with garlic and herbs was well enjoyed as the two left their conversation to light matters that revealed more than either might have been aware. Harry had been familiar with the Italian dish, as he often cooked similar for his relatives but he never had the opportunity to taste it before. While Blaise was kinder to Piffy, a Zabini house elf, than Harry might have believed the Slytherin would be. All of these little snippets and details that neither had ever revealed to anyone else before drew them closer together.



Harry limited himself to only one and a half glasses of wine due to his personal experiences with his Uncle Vernon and alcohol, while Blaise indulged himself with a full second as he had been taught to respect the beverage from a young age and knew his limits. Both enjoyed the sweet peach cremolata served afterwards, and each could be found watching a mouth savor the cold creamy treat, a swipe of tongue licking the last taste off of a spoon.



Nefertiti stayed curled underneath the table, enjoying her own treat of cream, listening to her humans laugh and get to know each other.



After Piffy removed the remains of their meal, Harry happened to glance down at his watch, drawing a quick breath of shock. "It\'s almost two!" Harry had no idea time had passed so quickly as he had been thoroughly enjoying Blaise\'s company. "We should probably head back to our dorms. I know Hermione is probably waiting in the common room for me."



"Does she keep tabs on you like that all of the time?"



Given the vague hint of disapproval in Blaise\'s voice, it was obvious what he thought of his best friend\'s actions. "She just worries about me, that\'s all."



"By monitoring your comings and goings?"



He lifted a shoulder in response. "It doesn\'t bother me much. I know she only does it because she cares about me. To someone else, Hermione probably comes off as a little rude and slightly overbearing at times."



"Only slightly?" And that inspired a ripple of mirth in both of them.



"She\'s a good person. The best, really. So I can overlook her being bossy and she overlooks my broody moments."



"Did the two of you," Blaise stopped and shook his head, "Never mind."



But he knew what the Slytherin had wanted to ask. "She\'s like my sister. I\'ve never thought of her that way. Not because she isn\'t pretty. For one, I knew that despite their fighting, she and Ron had a thing for each other."



His amusement slipped away a bit then as the reality of his life asserted it self. "Mostly, I didn\'t want dare risk losing one of the few people who cared about me, for me and not because I was the Boy-who-lived. There aren\'t that many people who like me because I\'m Harry, not because I\'m the supposed Chosen One, or James and Lily\'s son, or the youngest seeker in a century." He rolled his eyes at Blaise\'s smirk, "I see you get my point."



"I think I can state with utmost certainty, that my attraction for you has nothing to do with those things. I could tell you more but I wouldn\'t want to frighten you off."



He could feel the heat spread across his face at the mild teasing. "I\'m a Gryffindor. It takes a lot more than words to scare me. We\'re the House of the brave remember."



The challenge was tossed down before Harry realized what his words could mean. "Really?" Was Blaise\'s low drawled response and he felt his heart give another one of those stuttering beats that he was quickly coming to associate with his reactions to the man in front of him.



Harry watched Blaise unfold his long powerful frame from his chair before holding a hand out, a mocha gaze daring him to accept. So of course he did. The contrasting textures of their hands sent a delicious heated shudder through his body. Blaise was confident, capable and that was compelling. He didn\'t have to worry about protecting Blaise for he knew instinctively this Slytherin was very able to defend himself.



The very thought brought on a freedom he had never known. Usually he was so worried about taking care of his friends and the people around him that it was liberating to know this man who appealed to him on so many different levels didn\'t need Harry to save him.



"Really," he reasserted, taking the initiative by slowly changing the grip he had on Blaise\'s hand, lacing their fingers together only to send a very sensual flutter of awareness through his body.



Blaise tugged gently on his arm, their bodies brushing together briefly and he had to bite his lip to stifle the soft gasp the touch inspired. "Foolish Gryffindor," Blaise murmured as he lowered his head against the side of his face. The same scent he remembered filled Harry\'s lungs, and he closed his eyes allowing it to envelop him and pull him into arousal.



This wasn\'t the soft curves of Cho, or Hermione\'s gripping hugs, no Blaise was all planes and angles. Muscle and power. Sweetly intoxicating. Dangerous. Warm lips trailed lightly along his jawline and Harry let his head fall forward to rest against the muscle between his neck and shoulder. The pounding of his heart only emphasized the way his body seemed to vibrate. He didn\'t know if this was desire or his magic but it felt so good he didn\'t give a damn either way.



"Blaise," he managed in a husky entreaty. He didn\'t know what he wanted, what would come next but he did want to feel more. The fingers threading through his hair, the light scrape of nail against his scalp, made him groan with pleasure.



"Harry," Blaise\'s warm breath on his ear made the blood pool heavy in his groin, the erection Harry hadn\'t known was coming pressing against the front of his pants. His heart was pounding out an erratic rhythm and each sensual movement of Blaise\'s touch was maddening.



He lifted his head, meeting Blaise\'s heated gaze and said, "Kiss me."



It was obviously what Blaise had been waiting for, if the lustful smile that curved his lips was any indication. Blaise studied his face for an extra beat, a mere instant before his mouth leaned in to claim his.



Soft. Harry\'s mouth was moist and warm and everything Blaise imagined it to be.



He would have liked to be gentle, to prove he could be. If he had just a touch more patience he would coax Harry\'s lips open with slow, shivery kisses. He should have nibbled lightly on that lower lip to inspire a soft gasp of pleasure. Each persuasive kiss would have fueled this simmering desire that made them hunger for each other. That made their magic sing.



The damned kiss burned.



Desperate, devouring, neither of them even tried to withstand it\'s command. When Harry\'s hands reached up to cup his face, he groaned, thrusting his tongue into the Gryffindor\'s mouth with an urgency that bordered on savage. Harry met the passionate demand, tongue curling around his, tantalizing and he knew they had stepped much too far over the line to ever go back to anything less than this desperate heat.



No one had ever tasted like Harry. No one made his heart hammer, his body ache. Not this way. Blaise pulled Harry\'s slim body roughly against him and eager arms slipped around his neck tugging in the need to draw their mouths closer, tighter. The kiss leapt and bound with reckless abandon until the air was filled with both of their moans of pleasure.



"Blaise."



Harry\'s groan after he tore his mouth away, made his body throb with greedy need but he caught himself. While he wouldn\'t mind pulling Harry to the ground and taking things further, his Gryffindor wasn\'t quite ready for their relationship to move that quickly despite how Harry\'s body was humming against his.



His mouth made a path along Harry\'s neck, inhaling the scent that was masculine and rich and all Harry. When Harry\'s head fell back, arching the sleek line of his neck in surrender, Blaise couldn\'t resist allowing his tongue to explore the skin bared for his touch. "We should stop now," he murmured, though his hands had yet to release Harry\'s hips and his body seemed determined to remain where it was.



"I guess so." Harry didn\'t sound any more willing to move than he did. "Dorms, right."



"Right," he agreed, unfortunately. When he lifted his head to gaze down into Harry\'s eyes, it was met with desire and emotion that brought on a wide pleased smile. "Next week?"



"Yes, please."