A Little Bit of Everything

A/N: The sex isn’t supposed to be realistic. There is no sex in this chapter...but in the next one.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to Harry Potter.

Harry woke up a week later to what he thought was someone loudly knocking on his front door…or maybe banging their head against it. Groaning, Harry rolled off his bed and onto the plush rug with a thud and a curse.

He hadn’t been himself since the day the Malfoys discarded him as if he were a mere speck of dirt on their fine clothes. He hadn’t eaten much, nor had he slept much. To make it worse, his dream lovers hadn’t returned to him. Not that Harry wanted them too but to him it seemed like a double rejection, from the Malfoys and his dream lovers.

He had black rings under his eyes and looked rather depressed. No one really seemed to notice, but it wasn’t like Harry was looking for people to notice him of course. Instead, Snape harassed him verbally when he saw the man at meals and in the corridors. Sometime Harry began to wonder if the man was stalking him and trying to make his life miserable, but he dismissed that thought because Snape had better things to do than make Harry’s life hell…

Right?

Growling into the rug, Harry remembered what the bastard did at dinner the other day.

‘Snape pisses me off!’


Snape sat inbetween the two Malfoys, breaking his usual habit of sitting between Dumbledore and Filch, and began to flirt obscenely with both of them. No one seemed to care that Snape was obviously sliding his hand over their thighs and arms, except for Harry. Snape even went so far as to smirk at him while he brushed Draco’s cheek and pushed a few strands of hair behind his ear.

Jealousy flared within Harry, but he knew he had no right to be resentful of the fact that they let him touch them.

The insistent pounding at the door drew Harry out of his memories to the present. Annoyed, he pushed himself up and walked naked to the door. Grasping the old silver handle he opened it and scowled at the person on the other side.

“What the bloody hell do you want?!” Harry yelled at the figure in front of him, but then realized who it was. “Charlie?”

Charlie Weasley stood with his hand raised for knocking and his mouth hanging open. His shocking red hair looked wind blown and his clothes had several strategically placed rips in them. “In the flesh, but not so much as you.”

Blinking, Harry looked down and blushed. “Come in while I get some clothes on.” Charlie grinned broadly and followed the black haired into his quarters. “Why are you here?” Harry asked as he disappeared into his bedroom and to start looking for clothes.

“Well I got an owl from Dumbledore saying that something was up and decided it was time to see my darling Harry.” He yelled back. Harry returned in record time clothed in shorts and a t-shirt.

“I’m fine.” Harry stated as he strolled over to the other man who was playing with one of Harry’s astronomical devices. “Don’t touch.”

Charlie pouted but then frowned. “You don’t look okay, Harry.” Giving him a once over, his frown deepened.

“Thanks, Charlie, I know I’m ugly but you could be nicer about it.” He tried to fake pout but some of his hurt shone through.

Wrapping his arms around the man he considered part of his family, Charlie reassured him with gently soothing words. “You’re beautiful. Lovely. Dazzling. Gorgeous.”

“Do shut up.” Harry said, his voice muffled from where he had his face plastered against Charlie’s chest. Charlie gave out a hearty laugh and squeezed the other tightly before letting go.

“Come on, it’s lunch time and I’m hungry.”

“When aren’t you?” Harry smiled and dashed out of arms reach when Charlie went to tackled him. “I’ll race you!” With a mischievous grin and a wink, he disappeared out of his door and down the hall. Glad that Harry still had that childlike exuberance, Charlie ran after him while yelling at him for cheating.


Harry ran through the doors of the Great Hall slightly sweating and panting and whooped in victory.

“Are you all right, Mr. Potter?” Dumbledore asked, smiling from the table where he was eating a delicious looking piece of chicken.

Harry grinned at the staff members who were staring at him in disbelief, ignoring the fact that once again Snape sat between the two Malfoys. “I wo--?!”

Surprised by the sudden weight that seemed to attach itself to his back, Harry jerked forward and almost landed spectacularly on his face if it wasn’t for the strong arms around him. “You cheated!” A voice exclaimed in his ear.

“Did not! I just took advantage of the situation, is all.” Harry said, turning around in the circle of arms.

“Very Slytherin of you.” Charlie said while maneuvering Harry towards the only empty seats across from Snape and the Malfoys. Sitting down, Harry focused on putting food on his plate with the help of Charlie who probably thought he was too skinny considering the amount of food the other was piling on top of his plate.

Glaring at the other man, Harry began to make a small dent in his mound of food.


As Harry was busy ignoring the others and eating, he completely missed the somewhat furious looks that were gracing Draco and Lucius’ face.

‘How dare that filthy Weasley touch Harry!’ Draco thought to himself, his face red with malicious intent as he clutched his knife harder in his hand. ‘Harry hasn’t been coming to our dream sessions anymore and it’s probably because… No he wouldn’t have sex with him would he?’


Unbeknownst to Draco, he was slowly forcing his knife deep into the wooden table.

‘I hope he doesn’t—!’ Lucius reflected to himself before his thought process stopped as Weasley moved closer to Harry and gently wiped some gravy off his lips with his thumb.

But that wasn’t all.

Weasley had the gall to lick off the gravy on his thumb himself.

‘Calm down, Lucius, calm down.’ He thought frantically to himself as the anger inside of himself rose to new heights. Weasley again reached over and touched Harry’s face with a smile of adoration. ‘Don’t do it. Don’t do it. Don’t do it.’ He kept on repeating to himself, the urge to strangle the redhead making his fingers twitch.

“DON’T TOUCH HIM YOU LOUSY PIECE OF SHIT!”

‘Too late.’


Staring opened mouthed at Lucius, Harry dropped his fork onto his plate. The other man had pushed his seat back and stood in all of his magnificence. His face was blotchy in his anger, and his eyes glowed a stunning blue as he glared at Charlie. To Harry, even when the man was livid he was beautiful.

“What—?” Harry started but was cut off as Draco grabbed his arm and pulled him into a tight embrace. ‘How did he get over here so fast?’

“DON’T TOUCH HIM!” Lucius roared heatedly, ignoring the fact that Snape was pulling on his sleeve and speaking softly to him. “He’s OURS!”

Shocked, Harry stiffened at the eldest Malfoy’s claiming and was even more stunned at Draco’s growl of agreement.

“Now, now, Lucius and Draco. You—“

“Shut it you old bag of bones!” Draco snarled at the Headmaster, who shrugged and went back to eating.

“What is your problem, Malfoy?” Charlie asked.

“YOU!” Lucius walked around the table towards Draco and Harry and said, “Let us go.” And with that, Draco slung Harry over his shoulder and they exited the Great Hall. To bewildered to react, Harry didn’t protest he carried him and felt Draco grope his ass a few times.

‘What the hell is going on?’


A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update! Chapter 6 is almost done!