Adjustment of Attitude

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DISCLAIMER: I don’t own MOST of the characters or any of the places, except the jail. :p. I wish I did, but there is no way in hell I could have come up with any of these brilliant things
Amber thank you for being my wonderful beta.
Italics: are either thinking or stressing of a word
Chapter 3: Summer times
Harry’s first week living with his new friends was already almost over. The week went by without a hitch. He spent his days just hanging out with his housemates, and his nights were usually spent at a good party. To say he loved having his new freedom would have been an understatement. Sadly, all good things must come to an end. It was as he was having breakfast, half-way through a stack of pancakes, when he heard a heavy tapping coming from one of the various windows. After taking one last bite of his delicious pancakes, he looked up. He wasn’t surprised when he saw an owl with a scarlet letter clutched in its fierce grasp. ‘Just what I need, a bloody howler. Wonder who it’s from, probably Bumblebore,’ Harry thought, as a scowl took over the emotion on his face.

Harry stood up and, with a mighty glare in the direction of the inane tapping, walked over to let the annoyance in. He had planned to shred the note to pieces. However, the bright red letter had slightly different plans, as it decided to open itself the moment it touched his skin.

“HOW DARE YOU! YOU RUN OFF AND GET EVERYONE WORRIED! YOU KNOW YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE AT YOUR RELATIVES FOR YOUR PROTECTION! YOU'RE A GRYFFINDOR,” Ron’s angry voice shouted at him through the letter. “YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO GET ARRESTED! NOW, INSTEAD OF BEING PROPERLY PUNISHED, YOU ARE ALL ANYONE CAN TALK ABOUT! OF COURSE, WITH NO PARENTS, YOU OBVIOUSLY WEREN'T TAUGHT HOW TO BEHAVE. I HAVE NEWS FOR YOU. I'M GOING TO BE ON YOU ALL YEAR WHEN WE GET BACK TO SCHOOL. YOU WON'T EVEN BE ABLE TO SHOWER ALONE! I WILL KEEP MY EYES ON YOU 24/7 AND I WILL GET MY RECOGNITION FOR IT!”

“Stupid, jealous git,” he muttered darkly, with a slow roll of the eyes.

“What was that about?” Onyx asked, in a tone much lighter than his usual brash voice.

“That was my stupid old friend Ron,” Harry replied, as he turned and saw the blond boy smirking at the startled look across his friend’s face. “He’s back to being completely jealous of me. To be honest, I’m not sure that he ever really cared about me. I think he was being bribed. Well, even if he wasn’t, he’s still a friggin moron. I hope he dies in his sleep.”


“Well, that’s a bit harsh, don’t you think,” Onyx inquired, with a slight raise of one eyebrow. “Oh, there’s another owl coming, by the way.”

As the owl floated through the, still open, window Harry groaned. Of course he would get two in one day. The black haired boy scowled, as he imagined who else could be writing to him. It would probably be Hermione bitching at him for leaving his stupid relatives’ house. Who else would write to him; not one person had over the whole summer. With the scowl still etched on his face, Harry opened the letter. As he read, the scowl slowly turned into a happy smile.


Harry,

I can’t tell you in words how happy I am that you escaped your horrible relatives. It felt like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders, when I heard my family ranting about it. I’m sorry I didn’t write you earlier, but every time I tried someone would stop me. Will you write me back, so I can know that you’re okay, because I’m really worried about you. For all I know you could be laying dead in a ditch somewhere. However, in the case that you aren’t, there are a few things I would like to talk to you about.

First off, you should know that Ron and Hermione won’t shut up about you. I swear, for the last week all I’ve heard them do is complain about you. They weren’t just whining about the fact that you ran away, either. Ron was saying you were completely self-centered, and only cared about fame and fortune. Hermione was accusing you of cheating in school. She said you were way too dimwitted to have beaten her grades in defense. ‘It was only because he’s all friendly with Lupin that he passed’ she said. Talk about jealousy. Can you picture me rolling my eyes? I think the worse part about her being at my house is that I have to share a room with her. If I killed her in her sleep, do you think anyone would figure out it was me?

Secondly, I would like to state, that just because the rest of my family is rallying against you right now, doesn’t mean that I am. You still do have some loyal friends out there. Both Neville and I still care deeply about you, at least in a brotherly sense. I swear I don’t have a crush on you anymore. God, was that embarrassing. Neville says that you never looked down at him, or teased him for being a ‘near squib’ and that he was completely grateful for it. I actually kind of think that he and I may be the only gryffindors out there that still care. Ron has been communicating with the rest of your year mates, telling them horrible things, but we just wanted you to know, that no matter what, we will always be here for you. There is one more thing, well two really, that we need to talk with you about.

Neville and I have been having strange dreams; dreams that we couldn’t even begin to explain on paper. They involve all three of us, and I think they may be prophetic. We are standing there, with a middle-aged man. It’s a man I recognized Harry. I would almost swear that it was Tom Riddle. He isn’t the only one there, either. You were standing with Draco Malfoy, and he had his arm around your shoulder. His parents were standing with Tom and Neville and I are each standing by a different person, but neither of us can see who it is. In our dreams it is complete madness. There are people in dark robes fighting against others in violet. We are all standing over them, just watching them fight. There is a little more to it, but I don’t want to talk about it in something that may be intercepted. Harry, there is something I must tell you. I was, sort of, following you the day you saw Professor Trelawney make that prediction. I had a strange feeling, and I knew it involved you. If what she said was true, then it seems that the rat is going to find his old master. I think this is part of what my dreams are foretelling.

With all that said, I think it is imperative that we all three meet in person. Do you think that you could get tickets to the world cup? It is in three weeks, but if you talk to the Minister, I think he may give you some tickets. We would only need two, one for you and one for Neville. My father got tickets for my family and the beaver. You had better write me back, or when I see you… well you’ll be in for a firm talking to, mister.

Love you like a brother (Possibly more than my own),

Ginny

After Harry read the letter once again, he smiled. He still had friends, and apparently they had something very important to discuss. He decided he would write to the Minister before replying to the letter. After that, assuming he scored tickets, he would write back to his only two old friends and discuss a place to meet. He could feel Onyx pressed up against his back, reading over his shoulder.

“Aww, see, you still have friends. I can assure you that all of us will be there for you, too.” Onyx said, his breath ghosting across Harry’s neck , making him blush. “So, it sounds like you’ll have a boyfriend in the near future, but you’re still single now, right?”

“Y-yes,” he stammered shyly, blushing even more when Onyx wrapped his arms around him, pulling him back flush against his firm chest.

“How do you feel, about a summer fling?” he inquired, taking a pause to nibble lightly on Harry’s neck. “Or if you don’t want a relationship, we could just be fuck-buddies.” He finished, in a husky tone, as his hands started tracing patterns across Harry’s stomach.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet. Plus, you could get in trouble, you’re 18, I’m 14.” Harry replied, as a shiver went up his spine. The ministrations the blond was using were really getting to him.

“Well then, we don’t have to have sex, but there is plenty more that we could do. Besides, I really don’t care about the age difference. Age is just a number. I guess we’ll just go with friends with benefits” Onyx told him.

Harry tilted his head around to reply, but didn’t get the chance to because within a second his lips were being claimed by the other boy’s. He felt a shock go through his body when the experienced lips connected with his. He had never kissed like that before. Hell, he had never kissed… ever. He moaned and parted his lips lightly, when he felt a tongue sliding lightly across his bottom lip. As soon as he did, there was a tongue pressing lightly against his that slowly started mapping out the rest of his mouth. With his heart racing, he turned around to get a better angle. As the passion mounted he wrapped his arms around tightly around the other boy, pulling them impossibly closer. Seconds later, he felt himself being moved back towards the table and being pushed to sit on it. As they kissed passionately, they started exploring each other with their hands. Each minute the passion seemed to grow. Harry vaguely felt a pair of hands that had previously been petting over his cloth covered cock, slowly unzip his pants. When Onyx stopped kissing him and pulled up a chair, Harry was slightly confused, even more so when Onyx sat down in it and scooted right up to the edge of the table he was sitting on. Onyx smirked as he lightly grabbed Harry’s knees and slowly pulled his legs apart. He slowly reached forward, so he didn’t startle the young brunette, and pulled open the zipper and the hole in the boxers.

With a light touch, he reached in and unleashed the under-aged boy’s penis. With one last smirk, he leaned forward and took the hard piece of flesh in his mouth. Harry gasped at the sensation, but after seconds was moaning, as Onyx slowly moved his way back up to the tip, and tantalizingly licked around it. Harry tossed his head back and moaned out in pleasure, as he looked back down at the blond boy, he became even more turned on. While one of the blond’s hands was holding the base of his cock, the other was stroking up and down the shaft of a rather large penis. Harry groaned before fisting a hand in the obsidian eyes boys blue streaked hair. Onyx could feel himself getting closer to completion, and he wanted Harry to cum first, so he started sucking harder and faster. With each bob of the head, the dark haired teen moaned louder. As he worked his way back up, Onyx was hit with inspiration. Circling once more around the tip of the head, he flicked his tongue into the tiny slit, as he worked his free hand up and down the shaft. He started flicking his tongue, and fisting his pump, with more force, much faster. With one last flick of the tongue, the boy’s fists tightened in his hair, and he let out a loud moan. A second later, Onyx’s mouth was filling with Harry’s seed, as he started swallowing every last drop his orgasm sprang across him, shooting his seed into his own fisted hand. When he felt the hand in his hair loosen, he looked up into bright emerald eyes. Harry smiled at him before scooting off the table and straddling his friends lap.

“That was incredible.” Harry announced, with a huge grin on his face

“It was… want some breakfast?” He asked with a smirk, lifting his covered hand. Harry looked at it for a moment, before sliding his mouth over one of the cum-covered fingers. It was one of the oddest tastes Harry had ever tasted. However, he licked the whole hand clean and leaned back in to kiss his friend. They didn’t notice anyone had entered the room until they heard a giggle.


“I was wondering how long it would take for you two to jump each other,” a high pitched voice said. When they separated to look at the intruder, they both sighed.

“Hey, Shadow,” Harry greeted, before climbing off Onyx’s lap, and zipping up his pants.

“Hey, Em,” she giggled back, using the nickname she had come up with for him. Harry wasn’t really all that fond of it, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. That girl was as stubborn as a mule.

After going to a cabinet and grabbing a piece of parchment, ink and a quill, Harry took one of the other chairs at the table. After thinking for a couple of minutes, he started writing a letter to the Minister of Magic. Later that day, as he sent the letter off with his trusty owl, Harry thought back to the incident in the kitchen.

‘Well, maybe friends with benefits, isn’t too far out of the question. Besides, I’m sure I could learn a few things from Onyx that I may need to know, should I ever get a boyfriend.’ Harry thought, as he leaned against the window watching his owl disappear into the sky. ‘I hope her dreams come true,’ he thought, as he remembered something about him with his secret crush.
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The next three weeks passed quickly. He and his friends had made a few trips to Diagon Alley. Harry bought all of his school things and several different robes. He bought all of his school robes and stopped at Flourish and Blott’s to pick up a few books subjects he wasn’t very great in, for school, pretty much all subjects but DADA. Harry and Onyx continued to be friends with benefits. He was learning many things that could make any gay boy go crazy. Onyx had taught him how to give mind blowing head and how to give an awesome hand job. Onyx had asked Harry to have sex with him, but was told that Harry was saving himself for someone. It had hurt Onyx, but he got over it, and they continued the way they had been.

Harry’s birthday had come and passed. That night, his friends had decided that they were going to throw a huge party in his honor. No one had ever thrown a party in his favor before, and it made him happy to know that he had someone who cared enough about him to do that. His only complaint about the night was that he had wanted his two best friends to be there. Harry, Neville and Ginny had been contacting each other frequently since the first letter. He would send both Neville’s letters and Ginny’s to the clumsy boy, who would then send Ginny both of their letters in the same envelope. Harry was surprised how fast these two became his closest friends. They got even closer when Neville had sent them both letters stating that his grandmother had died. At the moment, he was living with a distant cousin, on his mother’s side. Apparently they were super strict and treated him like a baby. Even though he was close with the people he was living with, it just wasn’t the same. He felt like they were connected in a much bigger way. They were his family and there was nothing anyone could do or say to make him think otherwise. In these letters, they would discuss how he would ‘get caught’ at the world cup by Arthur, who would then take him back to the Burrow. When he was caught with Neville, Ginny would beg her mom for her best friend to be able to stay at their house for the rest of the summer. There the three of them could discuss, in detail, plans for the upcoming school year.

After saying goodbye to his new friends, and promising to write, it was finally time for him to leave. He had arrangements to ride the Night Bus to pick up Neville, then go to the campsite. From there, they were going to pitch a magical tent, and have Ginny meet them when she got there. As soon as he made reservations for a site, she had been contacted and told exactly where. After putting in all of his body jewelry, he made his way out into the cool, early morning air. Slowly he pulled his wand from a pocket in his dark traveling cloak. Slowly, he raised it in the air and waited. For a few tense moments, he thought he had done something wrong. However, with a bang and a blinding flash of light, the three-story purple bus was hurtling for him. Harry stood there in shock as he realized it was heading straight for him. He backed up quickly and sighed in relief when it stopped inches from his body.

“Welcome to the N...”

“Hey Stan. I know who you are, and I don’t want any special packages. I just want to get to Neville’s house. He’s at 112 Mulberry Lane Gainsborough, Lincolnshire. If I pay extra, can you get me to him first? ” he said, in an annoyed voice.

“Yes sir.” Stan stated, holding his hand out for the cash.

Harry lugged his stuff up onto the bus and chose a bed; he sat down and waited for the lurching ride to start. It took about ten minutes to reach Neville’s house. When he looked out the window, he saw Neville walking slowly towards the bus, looking behind him every few seconds. It was sort of obvious he had snuck out. Harry smiled, and stood up to help him.

“Hey Nev, long time no see.” He said, stepping off the bus and into the early morning light, getting his first good look at his friend. The boy had grown considerably. He stood half a head higher than Harry and it looked like he had lost a lot of weight. Also, Harry noted, Neville had finally grown in to his once overly large ears. Even if he hadn’t, you probably wouldn’t really have noticed anyways because his hair was now long enough to cover them. Apart from the physical changes, it appeared that Neville had finally had an epiphany on his style. Instead of the mildly dorky, not to mention childish, clothes he wore the year before, the boy was now dressed as a normal teenager. He was wearing a pair of distressed blue jeans, and a black hoodie that had the Weird Sisters written across it.

“It’s great to see you,” Neville said, leaning forward to give Harry a brotherly hug, which Harry returned full force. After pulling away from the hug, the other boy gave him a once over, before saying, “Like the new look.”

“Thank you,” Harry laughed, “yours too. Shall we get going?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” Neville said, before they both climbed onto the purple bus.

Harry had to laugh at their surroundings, as they walked through row upon row of brightly colored tents. If the ministery had wanted to keep the muggles uninformed, they were doing a horrible job of it. Very few people had actually tried to hide the fact that they were wizards. Most of the tents were multi-leveled, and Harry was pretty sure that he had either just walked by a house-elf, or an extremely ugly child. After they finally reached their campsite, the boys tried to put up the tent. Unfortunately, Harry had never put up a tent before, and he had a very suspicious feeling that Neville hadn’t either. An hour later, Harry heard a loud snort behind him.

“You boys are so hopeless,” Ginny said, as she walked up to Harry and took the poles right out of his hand. Minutes later, the tent was, miraculously, standing tall. As the redhead turned around she had to smirk at the shock written on her friend’s faces. “Shall we go inside boys?”

Neither of the boys could say anything, so they just nodded and walked in. When they got inside, they noticed that it was, indeed, a very nice tent. It had a HUGE bathroom, 3 bedrooms and a master suite. It had a family room, with many bookcases, and a kitchen with a dining room attached. All of the bedrooms were on a second story, which also had a balcony with a hot tub on it. The three of them went into the living room, before Ginny decided she wanted some tea. While she was in there she found bread to make lunchmeat sandwiches. After putting it all on a tray, she went back into the living room and set them on a coffee table that was in between two couches, and took a seat opposite of the two boys.

“We need to talk,” she said, getting right to the point. “I think we need to discuss Neville and my dreams. Have you had any like that, Harry?”

“No, but I think I may know what’s going on.” Harry mumbled, as he took a bite out of a sandwich. “As you said in your letter, Gin, the rat is going to bring back his master. We all know that if he does get back, there will be a war, correct?” Harry asked, waiting for the answer.

“As I stated in my letter. What’s your point?” Ginny asked, chewing thoughtfully on a piece of her sandwich.

“I, kind of, hate everything about the light side,” Harry confided quietly, “They claim to be perfect, but they’re just as bad, if not worse. I don’t think I could stand to fight on the side of the light. I would rather fight with the dark. I also think they have some of their ideas right. I hate muggles. They don’t deserve to come into our world. If the dark lord is reborn, I’m going to join his cause,” Harry finished, looking down at his lap.

“Then we will follow you,” Harry heard Neville announce quietly. “I trust in you, Harry. You are my brother, even though not through blood.”

“Me too,” Ginny chimed in. “What do you guys think of a resorting?”

“Hmm, that could be a good idea, but how would we go about doing it,” Neville asked, with a thoughtful look on his face. “I mean, we can’t just snap our fingers and have it done for us.”

Ginny sent a smirk at Harry, before she said, “How about Malfoy? He’s pretty much the leader of the house, and his father is a very influential person at Hogwarts.”

“That could work,” Harry faltered, and started blushing. “Do you think we could run into them here?”

“Harry, think.” Ginny said with a smirk, hitting him on the back of his head. “Of course they would be here. It is the world cup, and do you think Draco would have missed it for anything? In fact, I bet they’ll be in the top box. They are important, rich people. They could get anything.”

Harry glared lightly, still rubbing the back of his head. “Well, I didn’t know that.”

“Ugh, I have to go,” Ginny said, looking down at her wristwatch, “My family is expecting me back any minute. Will you two go out looking for Draco?” she asked, with a kiss to each boy’s head.

As she left Harry turned to Neville. “I guess we better get going.” Neville nodded, stood up, and followed Harry out of the Tent. Harry and Neville searched all over for the Malfoys. They found them an hour later, having their ‘slaves’ set up their tent. ‘Jeez, they have a tent mansion.’

“Excuse me,” Harry stated quietly, as he tried to get their attention. He saw the young blond stiffen at the sound of his voice.

“What do you want, Potter,” Draco sneered, before turning around. Harry watched as the look of disgust turned to one of shock at, he could only guess, was his appearance, “Don’t I get enough of you at school?”

“Be nice, Draco,” the elder blond behind him drawled, before turning around himself. If he had been shocked at the sight of Harry, he didn’t show it.

“Look, can we just talk for a minute,” Harry asked, “preferably inside.”

“You have five minutes,” Lucius said, before leading them into a lavishly decorated den.

“We know there are plans to revive the dark lord,” Harry informed them quietly. As the blond man opened his mouth to reply, Harry beat him to it, “and we want to help.”

Neville took over. “We are tired of being manipulated. We want what the dark side can offer us.” He said conversationally. “When he is brought back, Harry, Ginny, and I plan to join with him.”

“There’s also the matter of the houses. We can’t be in Gryffindor anymore. We would never get the privacy we need, and we would be surrounded by children of the light,” Harry imparted, “That’s where you come in, Mr. Malfoy. You are in the board of governors, and you could get them to agree to a resorting.”

There were stunned looks on the Malfoy’s faces for about fifteen seconds. Then Draco broke the silence with, “You have got to be kidding me right, the golden-boy gone dark. Yeah right.”

Harry wasn’t amused. “We aren’t fucking kidding. We will find a way to do this with, or without you, but it would be much easier with you. Now are you in, or what?”

“Let me get this straight, you hate Dumbledore, you obviously must hate your friends, and you want to go dark. Would you be willing to donate your blood to revive our lord?” Lucius asked, with a look that clearly said he thought they would decline.

“Of course I would help,” he said with a smirk of his own, then turning to Draco said, “ I know you asked me in first year to be your friend and that I declined. However, I must say that a made a mistake. I was brainwashed into believing that all of you were evil. Would you still want to be my friend?” he stuck his hand out, hoping he would take it.

Draco stared at it for a moment, before his face broke out into a smile, “Okay, bring those Gryffindorks hell!” with that, he took Harry’s hand and shook it.

“We are going to have some fun tonight. We are going to play a bit with the muggles here. I want you and Draco to hide in the woods, so that you aren’t pulled into this. We wouldn’t want to get you into any trouble.”

“How do you expect us to escape Weasley,” Harry asked, with a disgusted look on his face, “He is supposed to ‘follow’ me around all year. Ginny told me that they have been training him, but he isn’t improving.”

“I’ll take care of that, I could probably just knock him and the mudblood out. They wouldn’t even see it coming,” the silvery blonde haired man stated.

“Okay that works for me” replied Neville before Harry could actually say anything.

Draco looked down at his watch. “You guys should probably head up to the game, we wouldn’t want to show up at the same time, or they would think that you were with us the whole summer. You can start talking to me though, once I get there. And tell Ginny that we talked, so she doesn’t insult us or anything.”

“Okay, I guess I’ll talk to you later.” Harry said, and stood up to leave.

Harry and Neville walked up to the arena and stopped in their tracks. Oh my gods, this is fucking huge. I can’t believe I get to go in there. Harry and Neville looked at each other and took off at the same time; they reached the doors and went on up to the door guard.

“We’re in the top box, we’d like through please.” Harry said, with an air of importance.

The guard checked the tickets and let them up. Harry led the way to the top, but stopped outside of the door, readying himself for the confrontation that he knew was coming. He knew he had to pretend to be surprised to see them in there. So he put a blank look on his face and opened the door. Everyone looked up as he entered. He let his jaw drop and pretended to look surprised and nervous.

He saw Hermione coming up to him and sneered.

“What are you doing here, mudblood,” he questioned in a sickly sweet voice. She brought up her hand and smacked him across the face.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR, YOU UGLY BITCH?” he screamed as he brought a hand up to his face. “HOW DARE YOU. FUCKI...”

Before he could finish, a fist plunged into his stomach and he looked up to see Ron glaring at him.

“HOW DARE YOU CALL YOUR CONCERNED BEST FRIEND AN UGLY BITCH?” Ron was beyond pissed. “Did I hear you call her a mudblood,” He asked, with an angry look on his face.

“Ronald, shut up and sit down,” The only girl of the family said in a cold voice. Then seeing Neville added, “ Oh, hey Neville, how come you didn’t tell me you were coming,” she questioned with a wink.

Neville smiled at Ginny, “Well, I didn’t exactly know until yesterday.” He had an expression of excitement. “Come on Harry, let go sit down.” With that, he pulled Harry over to their seats. Ginny huffed at Ron and went to sit on the other side of Harry. That didn’t work too well, as Ron came up and told her she needed to stand up because Harry was his charge.

“No, Ron.” the brunette said with a sneer. “Only my friends can sit with me, and you aren’t one of them.”

Right then the door opened and the Malfoys walked in. Harry smiled and waved Draco over, who sat down beside Neville, so he could still talk to Harry.

Arthur turned around and said to Harry, “You are coming home with us. We were told to keep you if we caught you.”

Harry just glared right on back at him, before flipping Arthur off, and ignoring him, and flirting with the blond boy, for the rest of the game. After he was dragged back to the tent, and placed in a bed, Arthur stopped to talk to him.

“You will stay in that bed until I say so. You are grounded.”

“Fuck you,” Harry said with a glare straight back, and tried to stand up. Apparently there was a spell on the bed, so he huffed and turned around to go to sleep. He was shaken from his sleep 2 hours later by a frantic Arthur.

“You need to stay with Ron and hide in the woods. It is dangerous out there tonight.” He said pushing Harry towards Ron, who had a wide smirk on his mouth. Neville was standing next to him, with an annoyed look on his face. Harry just rolled his eyes. He couldn’t wait for the asshole to get knocked out. They had just made it to the woods, when Harry heard footsteps behind them. Then two chants of “stupefy”. Harry turned around and smiled at Lucius who had his wand pointed at Hermione.

“Ah, thanks. It is much better without their annoying rambling.” He said, taking a step towards Draco and Lucius.

Lucius left them to go and have some fun, so Harry Neville, Ginny and Draco were left all on their own. After ten minutes of watching, they got kind of bored. Ginny looked around and sighed. “ Okay I’m bored, anyone want to play twenty questions?”

Harry thought about it for a moment, then nodded with a smile. Then Neville and finally Draco nodded as well.

“Okay, well we each get to ask twenty questions, and we all answer them truthfully. I’ll start. Have you guys ever... made out?

Harry laughed and said, “Of course I have, I did tell you about my summer ‘romance’,” he only quoted it, because it was more of a make out buddy thing.

Neville blushed and said no, Ginny said no, and Draco said yes.

The blonde perked up. “ My turn, has anyone ever had sex? I haven’t yet.” he said with a blush.

Ginny and Neville said no. When they all looked at Harry, he turned a little red.

“Well, we didn’t have sex, but I’ve done everything else.”

“What? Harry James Potter, why didn’t you tell me?” Ginny questioned, with a little smile.

“We were just friends with benefits. He wanted to have sex with me, but I didn’t want to lose my virginity to someone I don’t love,” he explained

“Wait a second. You’re gay?” Draco asked, with a shocked look on his face.

Harry laughed, but nodded. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, it’s not every day that you learn the savior of the wizarding world is gay.”

“You don’t have a problem with that, do you?” Harry asked, a little insecure.

“Of course not, I’m just surprised. I’m pretty sure I am. I’ve caught myself staring at the guys in the locker room a couple of times,” he said, looking down at the ground.

Harry smiled and moved towards him. “You want to know how I found out? I had a guy friend of mine kiss me,” He had suggestive smile.

Draco looked up at Harry and blushed. “Can I experiment with you?” He turned even redder when he asked that.

‘YES’ Harry thought, but outside he said. “If you really want to.”

Harry leaned forward and pressed his lips up to Draco’s. He felt a shock go through his spine, and slipped his tongue out to lick Draco’s bottom lip. Draco froze up, but opened his mouth after a moment. Harry moved his tongue into Draco’s mouth and started massaging his tongue against Draco’s. Draco moaned, and wrapped an arm around Harry’s waist. Harry pressed Draco up against a tree and started deepening the kiss.

“Are you guys ever going to come up for air,” Lucius’s amused voice questioned, “or have you both learned how not to breath?”

AN- That’s the end of the second chapter rewrite. Don’t read chapter three until its re-written please.

IZZY’S POLL OF THE DAY

Are you disappointed that Harry didn’t have sex with Onyx?
YES or NO
If you answered yes, go have a yummy cookie.
If you answered no, would a slash scene of some sort, in the next chapter make up for it?
Yes or No
Have you ever danced with the devil by the pale moon light?
YES or NO