Most Unlikely

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Mixed Emotions

Harry’s heart sank as the room was illuminated. His pulse quickened in complete shock. His eyes must have been deceiving him, it just couldn’t be. Standing there in front of him, less than two feet was Dean Thomas, fellow Gryffindor and room-mate. Standing there, facing each other completely speechless. Harry swallowed hard replaying the events that had just happened before choking out… “You’re D.?”

Dean wriggled his foot into the floor slowly, lost for words himself. “Yeah… I’m D.”

“What in the hell just happened!?” Harry rasped out through nervous gasps of air, grabbing handfuls of his own hair. “I’m not gay!”

Harry was furious with Dean for tricking him like this. He couldn’t believe it, Dean tricked him into making out with him. He sent him the owl… It was Dean not Draco. In Harry’s frustration he laughed at this thought. Why would Draco send me that letter? Why do I care anyway!? Harry’s mind was racing when Dean began to speak.

“I’m sorry Harry’s its just, I have had these feelings for you ever since last year. Seeing you in the D.A and battling off the bad guys. I just wanted you so badly I couldn’t wait anymore. I finally knew I could make my move when I caught Ron and Hermione fucking on the train coming to Hog….”

“What!?” Harry shot at him, eyes cutting into Dean like razors. “They what! You caught them doing what!?”

Dean bit his bottom lip hard, drawing his own blood. Harry obviously didn’t know about Ron and Hermione, and he really didn’t want to be the one that broke the news. “Well, I thought you and Hermione always had something going on… When I saw her and Ron I knew you were free. I thought I could express myself to you.”

Harry was pacing the room back and forth, growing angrier and walking faster at each of Dean’s words. His body was trembling… How could Ron not tell him about this! They were best friends! How long has it been going on! Harry paced furiously, finally slamming his fists onto the toilet stall trying to calm himself down. He could hear Dean shuffling awkwardly behind him.

Harry turned and faced Dean. “You didn’t have to trick me into this just to let me know how you felt. You could have just told me, I wouldn’t have treated you any different.”

Dean slowly wiped the tears from his eyes. “I didn’t want you to be scared off Harry. Not without at least one taste of your lips.” Dean continued to run his tongue his bottom lip, gathering the blood that was trickling down. Harry was speechless, finally he rasped. “You’re bleeding Dean.” Harry pulled some paper towel from the dispenser and held it to Dean’s bottom lip, soaking the blood up.

“Harry I’m sorry… I understand if you don’t want to see me again.”

Harry looked Dean straight in the eyes. “Just because you have feelings for me doesn’t mean I won’t be your friend, which would be pretty thick.” Harry removed the blood soaked paper towel and replaced it with a fresh one. “Let’s take you to Madam Pomfrey, that’s a pretty bad cut.”

Harry led Dean from the lavatory and then continued along the hallway towards the hospital wing. All the news that Harry had just received was rushing through his brain. Dean likes him and Ron and Hermione not only like each other but are on fucking terms. Harry’s heart even though learning all this fell for Dean and how courageous he was to come out and tell Harry about his feelings. He felt slightly guilty for how he acted towards him.

They rounded the corner to the hospital wing. Dean was holding the paper towel to his mouth and Harry was staring at the floor. Just before they reached the hospital doors, Harry pushed Dean in between two large statues. Dean was taken aback and shrieked as he was pinned to the wall, Harry’s body pressing against his made him squirm.

“Harry what are… What are you doing?” Dean mumbled.

“Well. I figured that if all you wanted was one kiss that I could be kind enough and give you a proper one.” Harry was as shocked by his actions as Dean was, but he wasted no time and pulled Dean’s head closely to his and dominated his mouth his tongue. Dean’s body quivered and pulsed as Harry’s tongue massaged his own, grinding his cock on Harry’s leg passionately.

Harry broke the kiss briskly, looking Dean straight in the eyes. “Now…” Harry seemed to be short of words. He never took time to notice how well formed Dean was. “Now, you need to know that this will never work between us.” Dean slowly opened his eyes, reliving every last second of Harry’s wonderful kiss.

“Do you understand me Dean? This can’t work!” Harry tried to sound stern but for some reason just couldn’t make it believable.

“You liked it…”

“What!?”

Dean looked Harry sharply in the eyes. “You liked it when we were together… I could tell. That wasn’t a sympathy kiss, you really meant it.” Harry stepped back in awe.

“How could you even say that?” He spat. “You tricked me into this! I just felt bad for you!” Harry was growing angrier again. Dean didn’t break his focus on Harry’s green eyes. “Stop looking at me like that!” Harry rasped, loosing more confidence in his voice as he glared at Dean.

“No… I didn…” Harry choked on his words, trying to sound stern, Dean didn’t buy it.

“Harry, it’s ok to feel this way. You shouldn’t care so much about what others think. It only makes it hard on you.” Dean snapped back, now sounding much more in control. “I don’t think I’ll need to see the nurse. I’ll just go back to my dorm.” And with this Dean moved passed Harry and disappeared down the hallway, leaving the pretty jet black haired boy slumped against the statue, his mind in a mad panic.

Whats happening to me!? Why did it feel right when I was kissing Dean! Do I like him? Harry’s mind was in a complete mess as he finally picked himself up from the statue and began moving down the hallway.

“POTTY LIKES A BOY! POTTER LIKES A BOY!!!!”

Harry jumped and turned his head upwards only to find Peeves floating by chanting at him. “Fuck off you ruddy ghost!” Harry spat at him.

“Oh but Peeves knows that Potty sucked another boys face!” Peeves sneered. “Oh how the other students will get such a thrill out of this!”

Harry felt his stomach flip. “Fuck you Peeves, don’t you dare!” His insides began to tremble again, fearing what Peeves would tell his schoolmates. Harry pulled his wand from his robe and began sputtering incantations at Peeves. “Stupefy!” “Stupefy!” Peeves just simply glided to the side and continued to torment Harry all the way to the Gryffindor corridor, where Harry managed to lose him through a shortcut.

“Ruddy foul fucking bastard… If he dare tell anyone about…”

“Harry?”

Oh shit! Harry spun around to see Ron standing right behind him, covered only by a towel.

“Who is going to tell who about what?” Ron said in a confused tone, looking crossly at Harry.

“Oh, nothing…” Harry rasped. “Just played a little joke on the Slytherin’s is all.”

Ron chuckled. “Hope you got the bastards good!”

Harry forced a smile and told Ron he would meet him in the common room in a few minutes. Ron was the last person Harry wanted to be around right now, after just finding out about him and Hermione.

When Ron disappeared from sight Harry paced the corridor slowly for a few minutes.

“Are you going to go in already!?” Shouted the fat lady.

Harry moaned softly and climbed through the portrait hole to his common room. Fortunately everyone was already up in the dorms sleeping and Harry crept by and up the steps, scurrying over to his own bed. Harry slipped off his trousers and boxers, looking around to see if Dean was peeking on him, and slipped on his pajamas. Once he was all buttoned up he climbed into his warm bed and pulled the draping closed.

Harry could hear soft muffled moans coming from his dorm and figured that someone was, like he had done so many times before helping themselves to sleep. Slowly Harry felt his eyes lids getting heavier and finally drifted off to sleep.

To Be Continued

[I’ll end this chapter here. Sorry there was no sex, or masturbation but I hope you enjoyed it. Now that Harry is having mixed feelings about Dean we have reached a new point. Harry can stray from Dean or explore the dirty little secret further. Come on, what do you think. ;) Please give me some reviews! I would like to keep writing some gimme some support!]