Whore For Harry

Just so you know, this chapter has no smut in it. It\'s quite fluffy, but I think it\'s needed - Stuart and Harry\'s relationship currently seems quite superficial.

Harry woke up early the next day, feeling so hungover he wanted nothing more than to go back to bed. Reluctantly, when he realised he couldn\'t go back to sleep, he untangled himself from the sheets, and poured himself a drink of cold water, from the jug. He could feel the cold morning breeze on his naked skin, as he\'d only slept in his boxers. He wiped his bleary eyes, and dressed quickly and quietly. Everyone else in the dormitory was asleep, it seemed. When Harry was changed into his weekend clothes, he walked over to Stuart\'s bed, and pulled apart the curtain, and gazed fondly at his lover. Stuart was spilling out of the sheets, his limbs a mess in the white linen. Harry couldn\'t help but notice how beautifully innocent his face seemed, even with the teenage stubble.

Harry crept out of the dormitory, and into the common room. He remembered last night\'s events - the drinking, and laughing, the way Hermione was so drunk ... and the way he and Stuart had fucked. Was it fucking? Or making love? Harry didn\'t know. He knew that something took over him when he was pounding into Stuart, something not quite human. Something animal. But Harry felt such a connection to Stuart; such a bond between them, that it was far more than just fucking.

When he reached the Great Hall, Harry ate quickly by himself. The Gryffindor table was quite empty, and the only other students Harry shared it with were a cluster of second years Harry didn\'t know. He guessed a lot of Gryffindor would far too hungover to be down for breakfast this early. He ate his sausages, and drank his orange juice in silence, taking occasional glances at the staff table, where Dumbledore was deep in conversation with Professor McGonagall, presumably over something to do with Voldemort, and the war. Harry didn\'t want to think about it.

He pushed his plate away from him, and left, heading straight to the library, to finish his essay on the Rise And Fall Of The 15th Century Banshee Republic. He worked for hours, until he could feel the hot afternoon beams of sunshine on his back, and then strong hands around his shoulders.

\"Hello, Mister Potter.\"

Harry\'s face split into a smile. Stuart! He turned around in his chair, and smiled at the dark-haired boy, looking almost edible in his light brown sweatshirt, that showed his defined physique.

\"Hi, Stuart.\"

Stuart glanced around, checking that no one was watching, and then quickly they kissed. Harry could feel his lover\'s warm tongue dancing with his, and he felt the familiar feeling of being on fire... Stuart broke the kiss quickly, as Madam Pince appeared, and instead pretended to be deeply absorbed in the first library book he could grab - The Modern Witchs\' Guide To Cookery. When she left, they both burst into laughter, and settled down, talking and doing homework. And so that was how they spent the day, and when Ron arrived, with an extremely hungover Hermione, it was even better.

The afternoon melted into evening, and they all packed their bags again, and set off for the Common Room, where they finished the remainder of their homework. It was so warm and cosy with his three friends, that Harry almost forgot about Sirius, and Voldemort. Soon, the bell for the evening meal was rang, and students rushed down to the Great Hall.

Ron stood up, rubbing his stomach. \"I\'m starving. Are you all coming to dinner?\"

Hermione scrawled another line, and slammed her quill shut. \"

\"Finished! And yes, Ron, I\'m coming. What about you two?\"

Stuart glanced at Harry.

\"No... I\'m not coming.\"

Hermione nodded. \"What about you Harry?\"

Harry grinned, looked surreptitiously at Stuart. \"

\"Me neither.\"

So they were alone. The Common Room gradually filtered out, and Stuart stood up, and offered Harry his hand.

\"Can I have this dance?\"

Harry looked sheepishly around, as if expecting someone to be watching. Finally he nodded, and held out his hand. Stuart pulled him up, and they began to slowly, ever so slowly dance.

\"There\'s not music though....\" Stuart whispered, his hot breath on Harry\'s ear.

\"Oh, I know how to do that, umm....\" Harry said, pulling out his wand. \"... err.... Placidus Carmen!\"

Sure enough, a slow song began to play, and Stuart leant down his head and nuzzled Harry\'s shoulder. Harry danced awkwardly, though loving the dependance Stuart was suggesting to him. Their feet shuffled gently together, in time with the beautiful flute music that was playing. Harry shut his eyes, savouring the feeling of Stuart\'s warm hands in his, of his tickly hair on his necks, of thei chests pushed together, and of their feet, moving in time with each other.

Stuart glanced up. \"You\'re a good dancer, Harry.\"

Harry looked at Stuart, really looked at him. \"Thankyou, Stuart.\"

They danced in siilence for while, both enjoying the moment, and the romance that they had constructed. Eventually, Harry lent down his head, and kissed Stuart. Perhaps it was due to the setting, or the fact that it wasn\'t as sexual as their other kisses, but it sparked more electricity inside Harry than he thought possible. Their tongues dance in time with their feet, their warm, sticky mouths connected, sharing spit, sharing romance.

\"You make me forgot everything, Stuart.\" Harry said quietly, breaking the kiss gently.

\"You mean V-Voldemort?\" Stuart whispered.

\"... Yes.\" Harry replied.

And they kissed again, this time more passionately, until Harry was on the sofa, Stuart on top of him, their lips together, clashing ferociously. Stuart groaned in his mouth, his hands fumbling on Harry\'s zip...

\"Stop...\" Said Harry, pulling away. \"We\'ve got all the time in the world.\"

\"Later?\" Stuart said simply.

\"Later.\" Harry agreed.

And Harry knew, as they lay with each other, then beautiful music in their ears, that he and Stuart were more than just sex, more than just fucking. This was special.