Hot Blooded Harry

Hot Blooded Harry part 8

Pairings: Harry/Oliver, Harry/Draco, Harry/Seamus, Harry/Justin, Harry/Oliver/Draco, Oliver/Draco, Draco/?, Harry/? (Others to come. Heh heh, get it? Come?)

Rated: NC-17

Warnings: Slash- male on male sex. Yup. That’s it. PWP. Plus: Voyeurism, threesomes, het, and other naughty acts.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters; J.K. Rowling is the one who does! She owns them all! I am making NO money off of this; this is merely for my perverted (and others) minds.

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Loving Your Lover’s Lover

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“Um,” Harry began. He cleared his throat and then turned to Seamus. “Could you give me and Oliver some time? Please?”

“Sure, Harry.” Seamus said with a wink. “I’ll catch ya later.” The Irishman walked off in the same direction as Malfoy.

Oliver cleared his throat too, “So, you and Seamus, eh? Who else have you shagged that I don’t know about, Harry? Ron? Terry Boot? Dean? Or perhaps Blaise Zabini?”

Harry shook his head, “None of the above.”

“Yet?” Oliver raised a brow.

Harry turned pink. “Look, Oliver, I couldn’t help it this time. Seamus followed me out here when I came looking for. . . you. . . and then when I saw what you and Malfoy were doing, I got a bit excited, and then Seamus came up from behind and one thing led to another and we started to. . . you know. . .”

“Copy us?”

“Yeah.” Harry ran a hand through his hair. “Well, of course, I could ask you what you were doing with Malfoy, but that’s a dumb question.”

Oliver frowned and looked away. “You’re right, Harry. I’m no better, am I? I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok. You have nothing to apologize about. Actually, since that little threesome we had, I was hoping that we could…” Harry blushed.

“Oh!” Oliver smiled, “You wanted another threesome?”

Harry nodded. “I’m just curious, that’s all.”

“Sounds good to me.” Oliver chuckled nervously. “You have to talk to Malfoy about it, though. Just to see what he says.”

“Yeah, ok. I will.” Harry smiled.

~***~

Seamus was almost to the Great Hall, with a big smile on his face, when someone placed a hand on his shoulder. Seamus jumped and was about to elbow the person behind him for scaring him like that, but then he stopped midway when he heard the person’s voice.

“Why so jumpy, Finnigan?” It was Malfoy.

Seamus let out a whoosh. “You startled me, Malfoy!”

“Did I?” Malfoy smirked. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah right you are.” Seamus snickered. “What do you want?”

“I wanted to ask you a few questions… alone.”

“Sure. Where to?” Seamus asked. He was sure that Malfoy won’t trick him, since he was armed, and pretty good at dueling. Malfoy led him down a corridor, past the Great Hall, that went straight to the dungeons. They walked on without a word, and then Malfoy stopped him next to what looked like a dead end. The Slytherin placed a hand down the side of the wall and it looked like he was searching for something. There was a soft click, making Malfoy smile, and then a secret door in the wall opened up.

Seamus wasn’t too surprised that there were passageways down in these parts. He followed Malfoy into the secret room, and once he was over the threshold, the door clicked shut behind him. He could hardly believe his eyes. They were inside the Slytherin Prefects’ bathroom!

“Wow, Malfoy!” Seamus couldn’t help saying. “I can’t believe this! And you actually trust me to keep my mouth shut?”

“I have planned on bringing Potter here some day, and I figured since you’re one of his lovers, you would like to share a bath sometime, too.” Draco smirked.

“You’re being nice.” Seamus pointed out. “Why?”

“I needed us to go somewhere private, and like I said, you’d probably join us in here someday anyway, so,” Malfoy shrugged, “Why not?”

“How sweet of you, Malfoy.” Seamus grinned. He walked over to the large tub and started to play around with one of the taps. Streams of purple soap came pouring out, and the scent of lavender filled the room. Seamus tried the other taps also, and found one of his favor aromas: Vanilla.

Draco leaned over the Gryffindor to turn off the vanilla scented tap and then turned another tap on. It smelt like lilacs. “This is one of my favorites.”

“Well, I like vanilla.” Seamus said, turning the vanilla tap back on.

“Don’t be silly, Finnigan!” Malfoy protested, and then turned his favorite tap on full blast, “Lilac is the best.”

“You’re ruining it, Malfoy.” Seamus sneered. He reached over and turned off the lilac tap. “Just ask me your questions now.”

Draco shrugged nonchalantly, and then started to strip his robe off. “Okay. Question number one: what are your intentions with Potter?”

“Well… I don’t know, really.” Seamus said as honest as he could. “I just think he’s hot, and a good shag. Why?”

“No personal feelings for him, then?” Malfoy undid his tie. “No jealousy?”

“No, I’m not jealous.” Seamus turned and then started to watch Malfoy strip. He just caught his jaw from dropping, and said, “I know that Oliver has major feelings for him, so I don’t want to get too attached to Harry. Why? Are YOU jealous of them?”

Draco shrugged again, then slipped his jumper over his head. Seamus finally got the idea, and started to take his robe and shirt off in haste. Without saying much more, they stripped down to their boxers.

“I’m not jealous.” Malfoy finally said with an air of vanity. “Potter is a good shag though.”

“You shagged him?”

“Yes. I really didn’t have much of a choice when I was with Wood.” Malfoy said, and then shimmied out of his boxers. “He wouldn’t let me be top.”

“Oh, I see.” Seamus took off his boxers too. He gave Malfoy a little wink and said, “You’re pretty well-endowed. Is that because of your pureblood?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Malfoy wiggled his eyebrows. “Half-blood.”

“Actually,” Seamus stepped closer to the blond, “I would like to know.” He only saw Malfoy’s surprised look for a second before he brought his lips down onto his. Malfoy mumbled something inaudible, but then his body went slack, especially when Seamus slipped his tongue in.

They tongued each other fiercely for a while, and then Seamus grabbed onto Draco’s hand and slowly led him back to the swimming pool sized tub. The water had stopped running the instant the whole tub was full.

“So,” Draco broke the tension. “Are you trying to tell me something? Or do all you Irishmen greet people this way? You know, the handshake is still in style nowadays.”

Seamus laughed. “Oh, I’m pretty sure you know what I’m telling you, Malfoy. And no, we Irish don’t greet everyone this way.” He planted another kiss on Draco’s lips.

“Well, I am blond, am I not? You might have to give me more of a hint.” Draco grinned, wiggling his brows.

“Oh, I will.” Seamus smiled. He directed Malfoy into the tub, and then before the Slytherin could voice something, Seamus had his mouth over his again, as well as his hands all over Malfoy’s pale torso. Draco moaned quietly when Seamus touched the sensitive nubs with the end of his thumbs gently. Draco put his hands onto Seamus’ shoulders, almost shyly, and then pressed himself tighter against the stouter form.

Seamus nibbled on Draco’s bottom lip for a bit before moving down to kiss at his pointed chin. Malfoy tilted his head back, giving Finnigan more access to his neck. Seamus attacked Malfoy’s skin, sucking softly on his Adam’s apple a little, and then moving down to lick and smooch at the wide V at the bottom of his neck. Seamus experimented for a while, kissing here and there, sucking at certain parts that he was sure would be sensitive on the male body. He didn’t get much reaction until he went higher up Draco’s neck, right below his ear. Malfoy squirmed slightly and unable to contain himself, he let out a small gasp.

“Aha! So the bad boy Slytherin has a soft spot!” Seamus grinned wickedly, and then kissed at the spot again, getting Malfoy to shiver. To his surprise, Malfoy didn’t give a retort at that. He brought his hands lower to stroke Malfoy’s flat abdomen, feeling it jerk back in surprise, and then he continued lower, toward the nether regions. Because Draco wasn’t saying anything, or even doing much, Seamus couldn’t help asking, “Are you letting me top, Malfoy?”

That got Draco’s attention. His eyes snapped open and his head tilted forward again so that he could gaze into the Gryffindor’s eyes. Seamus had a real impish look to him, grinning madly, hazel green eyes shining brilliantly, and a faint blush going across the bridge of his nose.

“I am letting you do NO such thing.” Malfoy said, trying to be rude, but it wasn’t working. Especially when he had a throbbing erection. “If we do anything like that at all, it will be YOU on your backside.”

Seamus gave Malfoy a playful slap on the shoulder, “Oh, you big tease!”

“I am NOT teasing, Finnigan!” Draco said seriously.

Seamus was still looking like an evil little sprite that had just found a new playmate to play tricks on. “Aye, that you are, Malfoy. You naughty Slytherins always know how to turn my crank.”

“You mean, this?” Malfoy said, reaching under the water to find what he was searching for. Seamus gave a small ‘eep’ as Malfoy’s long fingers wrap themselves around his thick arousal. “Is this the crank I’m supposed to be turning?”

Seamus swallowed a laugh and nodded his head. He squeaked when Malfoy tightened his grip over the swollen head, and then slowly began to move his fist down the length. Seamus brought his body even closer to Malfoy’s as Malfoy stroked him harder and longer. The long strokes began to decrease and get faster when Seamus found himself moaning almost out loud, and in Malfoy’s ear. Even though his brain was getting foggy, Seamus still had the sense to try returning the favor by wrapping his hand around Malfoy’s erection.

The pleasure of it all got them both thrusting their hips forward, almost against each other’s stomachs. Draco decided to take things a step further, and he released his hold on Finnigan to bring his arms around the Irishman’s body and pull him close. Seamus moved his hand as well, putting it on the back of Malfoy’s neck, and their erections met side-by-side. Instead of using hands, they put effort into their hips and started to grind into one another. Malfoy gasped quite loudly as he tossed his head back, gaping. Seamus took the opportunity and began to kiss and lap at whatever skin was exposed before going southward and finding a very hard nipple between his teeth. Malfoy hissed in pain, as well as pleasure, and then he moved his elbows back so that he could lift himself up onto the edge of the pool.

The friction between them stopped as Malfoy perched himself onto the ledge, and then he scooted his little arse right on the edge, putting his hard on right in Seamus’ face. Without having to tell him what to do, Seamus moved his head down and took the wet, and obviously excited, cock into his mouth. He twirled his tongue around it as he sucked, emitting a few choice swearwords and groans from the usually cold Slytherin. Seamus suckled and licked at the slit of Draco’s cock, and then expertly licked a long line underneath it. Malfoy gasped again, biting his lip. He brought a hand behind Seamus’ head to urge him on. Seamus got the idea and started to swallow Draco’s cock almost to the hilt.

“Fuckin-A, Finnigan!” Malfoy growled. “If you keep doing that, I’ll come.”

Seamus slipped Malfoy’s arousal out of his mouth, and then wiped at his chin with the back of his hand. “Oh, I want you to come, Malfoy… just not yet.” His eyes were glittering with mischief again.

“Yes,” Malfoy drawled lazily, “and when I do, I’ll do it inside of you.”

“Tisk, tisk, Malfoy,” Seamus grinned. “You seem to think that you have the upper hand in this situation.” He squeezed at the base of Draco’s cock. “When actually I’m the one that has a firm grip on you.”

“Quit yapping like a stupid hero-wannabe Gryffindor, and get your arse up out of the water and onto my cock.”

Seamus snickered, getting out of the water, but not sitting on Draco’s cock like he was told. He leaned his face close to Malfoy’s, there lips almost touching, and then he said, “What makes you think I want to sit on *your* cock? You’re looser than I am right now, so it would only be better if you were on MY cock.”

Malfoy put his hands onto Seamus’ hips, trying to guide him closer to his pulsing erection, which was screaming for attention. Seamus caught onto Malfoy’s trick, and he fought back, which resulted in them tumbling around on the tiled floor of the bathroom.

Finally, after a bit of a scuffle, Seamus had Malfoy pinned up against the wall with his arms pulled up behind his back.

“You lose, Malfoy.”

***********

Harry and Oliver had finished their talk, and then parted ways. Oliver went back toward the Gryffindor Tower, and Harry made his way to the showers. He wasn’t paying attention because his mind was filled with two sexy bodies, naked and hard for him. His imagination went wild, and he mentally felt himself sandwiched between a blond Slytherin and a muscular Quidditch coach.

He stripped unconsciously, as his imaginary self stripped in his mind, putting on a show for both beautiful men. Harry stood under the showerhead, closed his eyes, and began to envision Draco Malfoy below him, legs spread wantonly, mouth parted in a silent moan, hair loose and flowing around his face. He imagined himself touching and stroking the blond, and then sliding his erection into Malfoy’s tight heat. He threw his head back, both in his mind and for real, moaning.

His thoughts were a whirl, as he daydreamed of taking Malfoy, and then someone behind him gliding a slick, hard cock into him. He imagined that it was Oliver Wood, thrusting hard and rough inside him, while he pounded into Malfoy. Sweat and heat surrounded him, and then, his real hand went down and he was stroking himself…

“Ohhh… Oliver… Draco… oh, god…”

“Harry??”

Harry jumped, his mind’s picture fading as reality slammed back into focus. He had no idea that someone else was in the shower when he came in. The voice belonged to neither Malfoy, nor Oliver. And surprisingly, it didn’t belong to Seamus either, who usually turned up at the most unexpected places. Very slowly, Harry released his erection, and with bright red cheeks, turned his head around to see just who was in the shower room with him.

He gulped hard when light blue eyes met his. Harry swallowed again, and then said, in a rather shaky and dumbfounded way, “C-Colin??”

The year younger Gryffindor boy grinned shyly from the shower stall behind him. Neither had closed the curtain behind them, so they both had a view of each other’s backsides. Harry didn’t feel he needed to turn his entire body around to see who said his name in such a flabbergasted way.

It seemed as if time had stood still. Harry still felt incredibly embarrassed by what just happened, and Colin looked like the basilisk had just petrified him again. After another moment of silence, Harry finally found the courage to speak, even though his voice did end up cracking a bit.

“Y-you should take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

That got a smile out of the younger Gryffindor.

“I do have some.” Colin smiled. “But none of them are naked.”

Harry flushed from his head to his toes.

“I don’t mean to pry,” Colin said, turning his body sideways. “But why were you moaning two names at the same time?”

Harry brought his gaze more up to Colin’s face when the boy turned, and then they widened at his question. Harry closed his eyes after the shock, and then said quietly through his teeth, “They’re my lovers.”

“Oh?” Colin’s eyes widened comically. “You have two lovers, Harry? Two guy lovers?? I never knew!”

Harry nodded, a bit too embarrassed to speak.

“Wow.” Colin said, turning his head to face the stall wall. “Two lovers. I wish *I* had two lovers! I don’t have any, as a matter of fact. Still a bachelor.” He chuckled nervously at this. “Mind, I don’t blame anyone for not wanting me. I’m skinny, unpopular, and untalented.”

Harry frowned, his heart go out to the young boy.

“You’re not… I mean… I’m sure you have plenty of talent.” Harry said, foolishly.

“Really?” Colin blinked. “You’re not just saying that, are you, Harry?”

Harry gulped, and then looked at his feet, “I’m sure of it. You’re a good photographer, you know. And you’re not bad at Potions, right?”

Colin shrugged, “I’m ok at it, I guess.” He turned completely around this time, seemingly unashamed at his nudity. Harry glimpsed the other boy’s exposed body, and then quickly brought his eyes back up to Colin’s.

“I’m not as good to look at as some people, either.” Colin grinned, obviously trying to get more of an eyeful of Harry’s assets. Harry flushed again, and gave Colin a weak smile.

“I’m flattered.”

“It’s true, though.” Colin said, walking slowly toward Harry. “You’re gorgeous.”

Harry kept his back to Colin, even as he came closer. Harry swallowed, continuing to stare into Colin’s hero-worshipping eyes. Harry closed his, wishing that some sort of interruption would happen, but it didn’t. When he opened his eyes again, Colin was peering around his body. “Colin!” Harry gasped.

Colin grinned impishly as he looked back up at Harry’s face. “Not bad, Harry. I suspect that it’s more impressive when it’s fully erect.”

Harry had to put a hand on the stall to hold himself steady. He could not believe that this boy, the one that had annoyed him since his second year, was ogling his dick. He turned his head again to face the boy, “Look, Colin…” and he ended up a few inches away from Colin’s lips.

Colin flushed brightly and smiled, “Yes, Harry?”

Harry could taste the boy’s hot breath. He gulped nervously, continuing to stare. Both eyes were shimmering, bare, and full of wonder. A wet lock fell from Harry’s forehead, exposing that lightning scar, dripping a trail of water down the end of his nose. Colin continued to watch Harry’s facial expressions, and then he foolishly decided to blow caution in the wind and slowly brought his face forward.

Colin’s lips ghosted over Harry’s partially open ones. It was soft, and so quick that it was as if it never happened. Harry’s eyes were wide, his brow was up so high that his scar wrinkled, he was so surprised. He knew that he shouldn’t be, he should have seen it coming, but he couldn’t get over the way Colin was acting toward him.

“I’m sorry,” Colin said suddenly, turning pink. His lips trembled a bit, and then he ran out of the shower.

**********

“You lose, Malfoy.” Seamus had said. He brought his mouth closer to Malfoy’s neck and licked a small line from the base to the back of his ear.

“Malfoy’s do NOT lose…”

“Could’ve fooled me.” Seamus snickered. He forced Draco’s legs apart with his knees. Draco whimpered something incoherent when he felt himself become more exposed. He didn’t have the strength, or the will, to fight back at the moment. Strangely enough, he felt too aroused by the current position. He knew that Seamus was right, that he was more ready and loose than the Irish Gryffindor. It was just his pride that was really hurting. He wanted to make Finnigan his bitch!

Maybe he still could.

Seamus still had a grip on an arm, pushing Malfoy up against the wall, as he brought his other hand down to stroke himself a bit, getting wetter than before. The bath had gotten him pretty lubed, but he knew that it just wasn’t enough. He got a couple of drops of precome out and gathered them with his forefingers. Quickly, he wiped it around Malfoy’s hole, which was still soft and open. Draco squirmed a bit, and then hissed when he felt a couple of fingers invading him.

“You may be nice and loose, but I still believe in preparation. You’re lucky.”

Malfoy gasped reluctantly when he felt Finnigan’s fingers brushing against his prostate. He felt himself go hard, even though he was angry about what was happening. Seamus dropped a few light kisses onto Malfoy’s pale shoulder as he started to slowly enter him. Malfoy’s head tilted back as he groaned deep in his throat. Seamus pushed on, unwilling to stop until he was buried all the way inside of Malfoy’s body. Malfoy was growling from the erotic feeling, and the knowledge that he had lost the battle of dominance. He had to admit, though, it did feel incredible, being filled. Maybe he should let Potter do this to him.

Seamus swung Malfoy’s arm from his back to the wall, gripping it there as he began to thrust into him. They were jerky, shallow thrusts at first. But then, Seamus pulled all the way out, and then slammed back in. Draco threw his head back and almost screamed. His legs were shaky now, and his arms shook as he tried his best to hold himself steady while Seamus pushed himself hard into his body. He kept himself buried deep in Malfoy and then made quick little movements, hitting Malfoy’s prostate every time.

Draco found himself pushing back into Seamus, begging, with his body, for the Gryffindor to go faster, harder. Seamus understood, so he did what any normal lover would do… he slowed down.

“Finnigan,” Malfoy growled. He pushed back eagerly, but Seamus held him at bay. Slowly, Seamus pulled out, so that only the tip of his cock was inside, and then, just as slowly, he pushed back in. Inch by excruciating inch. He could feel the throbbing on the underside of Seamus’ cock, and Seamus could feel, quite clearly, the throbbing muscles squeezing around his cock. “Goddamn it, Finnigan, if you don’t start going faster…”

“If you’re threatening me, Malfoy, then I won’t cooperate.” Seamus said, trying to hide an amused grin.

Draco groaned as if he were slowly being tortured. Which was what it felt like to the blond Slytherin. “Fuck… fuck…”

Seamus finally stopped, his cock buried as far as it could go. He brought his hands down from Malfoy’s wrists, and parted Malfoy’s cheeks wider as he watched himself slip out of the Slytherin’s body again, slowly. Malfoy trembled as he gripped at the wall in front of him.

“Bloody hell, Finnigan… fuck me faster!”

“Ah,” Seamus smiled. “So you ARE surrendering to me.”

“Son-of-a-” Draco grounded out. He couldn’t finish his curse, because Seamus pushed back into him, very hard. Malfoy gurgled something inaudible in the back of his throat, and then moaned when Seamus pulled out again, and then slammed back in, over and over.

“I want to hear you, Malfoy,” Seamus said, stopping his hips. “Tell me how much you want this.”

“Fuck—You.” Draco snarled. Seamus quickly pulled out and then thrust back in. Malfoy gasped.

“Tell me, Malfoy,” Seamus said sounding very amused by it all. “Tell me to fuck you hard, and fast. Tell me.”

“You bastard!” Draco gasped. He could feel both his heartbeat and Finnigan’s where they were connected. It throbbed in rhythm of his heart, and in his head. Draco squeezed his sphincter muscle, trying to urge the Irishman on. The only response Malfoy got out of it was Seamus’ hand gripping at the back of his head, getting a fist full of hair. Seamus’ other hand was grasping his waist tightly. Slowly, Seamus started to pull out.

“Ok, if you don’t want it, then we’ll just stop right now.”

Malfoy wasn’t sure if Finnigan was telling the truth, but he didn’t want to risk it. He was already too damn hard, and his body ached to be taken, over and over. Subconsciously, he brought a hand down to stroke his own hardness so he could ease some of the pain. Finnigan continued to pull out, so Malfoy panicked.

“No, don’t!” he pushed his hips back. “Keep going!”

“Tell me you want it, Malfoy,” Seamus heard Draco growl something incoherent, and then he finally muttered:

“I want you to fuck me.”

“I can’t hear you, Malfoy.” Seamus said, clearly enjoying what he was doing.

“I said,” Malfoy swallowed. “Fuck me, right now!”

“How?” Seamus purred. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you, Malfoy. I want to hear you beg.”

Draco snarled, loudly. He was not happy about how things were turning out. He brought Finnigan here so that he could fuck HIM. So that he could seduce HIM. Not the other way around! But, he was so hard, and so horny, that his pride had decided to take a backseat.

“Fuck me,” Malfoy pleaded, pitifully. “Please, fuck me hard!”

“Hard and fast, or hard and slow?”

“Whatever, I don’t care! Just fuck me!” Malfoy panted, his legs were shaking harder than before. “Please… you’re being evil!”

“Am I really?” Seamus murmured in Draco’s ear, and then nibbled on his lobe. Malfoy shivered and moaned loudly. He was also sensitive around the ears. “Oh, I suppose I don’t want to be like you, now do I, Malfoy?”

Before Draco could retort, Seamus push himself back inside and then pulled out, just as fast. He didn’t stop thrusting. It was very quick shallow jabs, and then long, slow thrusts. Draco screamed, and babbled stupidly, “Oh god, yes…please fuck me, harder… faster, please… nnnnnnnnhhhh…. Harder!! More! Please! Oh, good god, Finnigan!!”

Seamus’ mind finally shut down and he tightened his body up against Draco’s and pounded frantically. Seamus moved one hand from Draco’s waist down between his legs and started to stroke Malfoy along with his thrusts. “Oh, god, Malfoy… you feel so fucking good…”

Draco screamed and released his seed all over Seamus’s hand and the wall.

Seamus continued to thrust his hips quickly, and then he finally climaxed into Draco’s body.

Draco slumped to the cold floor, panting, his knees still shaking hard from the aftermath. Seamus followed suit and wrapped his arms around Malfoy’s shoulders. Without caring, Malfoy tilted his head back and rested it against Seamus’ shoulder, and raised an arm up to give Seamus a one-armed hug. Seamus kissed at Draco’s temple. “Mmm…” Malfoy said softly.

“We definitely need to get Harry involved.” Seamus said with a wicked smile. Malfoy could only grunt and nod his head.

****

“There you are, Harry!” Justin Finch-Fletchley said, laying a hand on Harry’s shoulder. Harry had just come back from his shower and went to the Great Hall to have lunch.

“Um, I’m sorry… have you been looking for me?” Harry said, blushing.

“Yes! I keep hearing these strange rumors going around about you and some hot blond. Is this true?”

If Harry was drinking something, he would have spit it out. “Me and a hot blond?”

“Harry, don’t lie to me. Who’ve you been shagging?”

Harry didn’t answer, not wanting to lie and not wanting to hurt his feelings.

“I was right the first time, wasn’t I? You *are* seeing someone else! How could you do this to me, Harry?” Justin frowned, his bottom lip quivered slightly, “How could you?? I… I love you, Harry Potter!”

Harry started, eyes wide with shock. Before he could open his mouth to apologize, Justin ran off toward the stairs that lead to the Hufflepuff common room.

“What was that all about, Harry?” Hermione asked, sitting down next to Harry. She startled him, and then he frowned slightly.

“Well, um… he found out about…” Harry swallowed.

“About you and Seamus?” she said. It was the only other person that he was sure Hermione knew about. He hoped she didn’t know about Oliver, so he decided not to press his luck.

“Actually, he heard that I’ve been seeing some hot blond,” Harry sighed. “And then he declared his love for me.”

“Oh my-” Hermione gasped.

“Yeah.” Harry looked down at his plate of food. ‘Oh my, indeed.’

~TBC~