Hot Blooded Harry

Title: Hot Blooded Harry part 1

Pairing: Harry/Oliver, Harry/Draco, Harry/Seamus, Harry/? (Possibley more.)

Rated: NC-17 over all

Warnings: Slash- male on male sex. Yup. That’s it. PWP.

Notes: My muse is being evil!! It wants smut now. -_-; well, there will be smut soon. Hope you enjoy!

Date editted: June 10, 2005 (I am editting this fic on here today because of grammar and mixed up word problems)

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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For weeks now, Harry had been questioning his sexuality. Sixteen and never been kissed, and that had been rather hard on him lately. About a week ago, he had caught himself staring at one of his fellow Gryffindor teammates, during Quidditch practice, and that left him a bit disoriented. Was he gay, or did he just have a very perverted mind? He tested himself by looking at a girl—the girl of his dreams—Cho Chang. Yup, he still had feelings for her. She still gave him that funny feeling in his stomach, but then again, so did his coach: Oliver Wood.

The ex-captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team was still around even after he graduated. He took over Hooch’s place as the coach, since Hooch had decided to retire that job and go do something more helpful for the wizarding world. Wood was still as handsome as ever, and he still had that thick, alluring Scottish accent that sent shivers up and down Harry’s spine.

Today he wanted to tell his friends what was on his mind, finally. They had noticed that he seemed a bit out of it lately. He told them that he would tell them tonight, after classes. So, when Harry finally arrived in the common room, nerves all a bundle, he noticed that not only was Hermione and Ron there, but so was Seamus, Neville, Dean, Ginny, and Parvati.

“All right, Harry,” Ron said as he gestured for Harry to sit down. “Tell us what’s been bothering you lately.”

“But,” Harry became tense. He looked around the room full of the other Gryffindors. “I thought this was going to be just between me and you and Hermione.”

“Thanks a lot, mate.” Seamus said, folding his arms. “Glad to see where I stand on your totem pole of friends.”

“Seamus,” Harry frowned, trying his best to look hurt. “I didn’t mean it like that!”

“Then tell us all,” Ginny said sternly. “Please? We’re all worried about you.”

Everyone nodded at this in agreement.

Harry ran a hand through his black locks. “Ok then, if that’s what you all want…” He took a deep breath, preparing himself to spill it all. If they were his real friends, then they’d accept him ‘as is’, right? Harry closed his eyes, summoned all of his courage, and finally spoke:

“I’m—I’m bisexual.”

It was quiet. Too quiet for Harry’s liking, so he grumbled, “Ok, I’ll see you all later,” and then he took off for the portrait.

“Harry, wait!” Hermione said, but it was too late. Harry left.

They all looked at one another awkwardly.

“What’s a bisexual?” Ron finally said.

~*~

Well, Ron did find out what a bisexual was, and he was very surprised, to say the least. Ginny looked a bit distraught, thinking that Harry was just sugarcoating it, and that he was actually homosexual. Hermione was trying her best to comfort her, and Ron was shaking his head in dismay, not truly believing his own ears. Harry had stuttered a bit, but he did say very clearly that he was “Bisexual”. Seamus was the only one that looked rather pleased by this, though.

“What are YOU smiling about, Seamus?” Ron had asked.

“What? Oh, nothing.” Seamus was still grinning like a moron, though. “I’ll see you all at breakfast,” and then he went up to the boy’s dormitory.

“Wow,” said Neville suddenly, “I had no idea that Harry fancied boys. THE Harry Potter!”

“Yeah, it’s rather odd, isn’t it?” Parvati said, “But at least he likes girls too.”

“Are you sure?” Ginny said with watery eyes.

“That’s what a bisexual is, Ginny.” Hermione said, rubbing her back.

“But, what if he’s just being modest, or something? What if he really does prefer guys?”

“Harry would have told us if he did, Ginny.” Hermione said. “I know Harry would have told us the truth.”

Ginny nodded, but then frowned, “What if, you know… if he ended up with another boy? What if he decides that he doesn’t really care for girls? What if he got married to a boy? What if…”

“Stop with the ‘what ifs’ already, Ginny!” Ron said, irritably. “You’re giving me a headache!”

~*~

When breakfast came, the Gryffindor table was rather silent. Harry was eating slowly, keeping his eyes casted down at his food. The silence was making Harry feel worse. It was as if they had disowned him as a friend, and just couldn’t tell him that they have. He gripped his fingers tighter around his fork as he poked at a bit of sausage. Tears were welling up in his eyelids, but he forced them to stay put. He didn’t want to lose it in front of them all, not now, not in front of the whole school.

Then, finally, after about ten more minutes of silence, someone spoke.

“Are you all right, Harry? You look like you’re going to…”

Harry looked up slowly, into hazel brown eyes. Seamus was looking at him with remorse. Harry sniffled, and then said carefully, “Yeah. I’ll—I’ll be just fine.”

“You sure, Harry?” Ron asked, who was sitting on his right. “It’s all right if you want to talk.”

“Yeah, Harry,” said Hermione. She was sitting on his left side. “We’re not mad at you or anything.”

“You’re not?” Harry said in astonishment, his green eyes wide and wet.

“No! Of course not!” Ron said. “It’s not your fault that you fancy boys as well as girls, is it?”

“No,” Harry said, feeling slightly relieved. “It’s not my fault. I just - I just suddenly realized it and… I was scared. For almost two weeks I’ve been too scared to say anything. I have tested myself, to make sure that I still liked girls, which I do.” Harry took a deep breath. “I’m sorry that I ran out of the common room like that, but I didn’t want to stay and answer a bunch of questions that I wasn’t ready to answer and… I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m saying. I guess I’m being foolish.”

“No! No you are NOT, Harry!” Seamus said suddenly, shocking many around him. “It was very brave of you to come out like that. In fact, I’ve been thinking about my own sexuality for a while now, and I’ve decided to come out as well.”

They all gasped.

Seamus blushed, “Yeah, um, I’ve known this about myself for a while, but I thought that it was some sort of strange experience one goes through during puberty, or something. But I must confess, Harry, that I have had a crush on you since third year.”

Ron spit out his pumpkin juice.

“You—you like me??” Harry gasped.

“Yes. Very much.” Seamus smiled.

Harry blushed a brilliant shade of red.

“No wonder I saw you eyeballing Harry in the locker room so much!” Dean said.

Everyone chuckled as Seamus finally blushed.

Their laughter was interrupted by Oliver Wood. “Ready for practice tonight, Harry?”

Harry looked up into the Scottish man’s hazel gray eyes and smiled, “You bet I am. I’ve had the urge to fly all day.”

“Good. I’ll see you on the field, Harry.” Oliver winked, making Harry feel very weak in the knees. Wood walked back to the end of the table.

The exchange didn’t go unnoticed.

“You and the coach, Harry?” Seamus ribbed, winking. “Practicing on the field together… flying next to each other… polishing each other’s brooms…”

“Seamus!” Hermione gasped, almost choking on her drink.

“That’s disturbing, Seamus!” Lavender said, shivering.

The Irishman frowned, and so did Harry.

“Oh, I didn’t mean it like that, Harry,” she quickly said when she noticed the look on Harry’s face. Ron was rather pink as well, coughing in his hand.

It was quiet again for a while, and then Harry got up suddenly and grabbed his books. “I better go and… get ready for the first lesson…” he left, half of the school watching.

~*~

Quidditch practice came finally, and to Harry’s dismay, there were others on the field practicing. Today must be a free-for-all.

He mounted his broom, the best racing broom this year, and shot up into the sky. He was in such a trance, thinking about how things started to come out into the open, that he didn’t notice Draco Malfoy coming up behind him. Draco had finally gotten a Firebolt from his father, and a lecture, this year. The poor boy was forcing himself to practice day and night, trying to best Harry Potter. His own self-training had been paying off, making him more of an opponent, but Harry still kept getting the Snitch before him.

“Hey, Potter, is it true about what I’ve been hearing?”

Harry turned his head abruptly, his eyes fixing angrily at the Slytherin. “Is what true?”

“That you fancy boys.” His silver-blue eyes glittered with what looked like mirth, but that could have been Harry’s imagination.

“I’m bisexual, actually. Anyway, what’s it to you?” Harry snarled.

“Oh, I just wanted to know if it’s true or not,” Malfoy smiled wickedly. “And if I should watch my rear more carefully.”

“What do you mean by that?” Harry whirled his broom around in the air so that he was next to the other Seeker.

“Well, say that I trip, or I have accidentally dropped something, and I’d have to stoop down to pick it up. I’d have to make sure you weren’t behind me, trying to cop a feel.”

“What makes you think I’d want to grope YOU?” Harry narrowed his eyes straight into Draco’s, but then, almost out of his control, his gaze moved down. The Slytherin’s robes were whipping behind him from the sudden gust of wind, and Harry found himself LOOKING at said posterior. “On second thought…”

“Don’t you dare, Potter,” Malfoy glared.

But he did dare, and before the Slytherin Seeker could jerk away, Harry had quickly moved his hand over and pinched one of those tight cheeks. Draco jumped a bit, gasping, and then his glare intensified.

“Get away from me, pervert.” Malfoy grounded out, seething. Harry lined his broom up next to Draco’s Firebolt, and then leaned forward. The closer Harry got to Draco’s face, the further away Draco’s face got. “Do you fancy me or something, Potter??”

Harry grinned mischievously as he stared into those gray eyes, “Just trying to freak you out, Malfoy. Is it working?”

“Yes! Get away!” Draco couldn’t stand the closeness any longer, and he zoomed off toward the other end of the pitch.

Harry let out a chuckle at the way Malfoy behaved, but then he felt a sudden sting of rejection. Draco was pretty cute, for a spoilt, bratty, irritating bully. Oh well, at least he got to flirt with him a bit. He really did mean to do all of that just to freak Malfoy out, like a payback for all of those mean things he did to him, but as he was flirting, he begun to actually develop a slight crush on the blond boy. Damn.

Another one to add to his list of crushes.

Harry’s list had been getting rather long of late, ever since he had accepted the fact of liking boys as well as girls. The list begun with Cho, and then from there it went on.

Hermione.

Ginny.

Fleur Delacour.

Luna Lovegood.

But then, as his mind started to realize that he had unconsciously had crushes, the list begun to take a new kind of shape:

Cedric Diggory.

Oliver Wood.

Blaise Zabini.

Adrian Pucey.

Seamus Finnigan.

Ron…

Harry blinked. Wait a second… Ron, too? He thought through his list again…

Cedric, Oliver, Blaise, Adrian, Seamus… Draco Malfoy… Ron Weasley…

Yes, that’s how it should go; if he was going by realizations.

Come to think of it, Bill Weasley was rather handsome as well. Harry sighed. Maybe he should just forget about keeping tabs? The list was starting to get too long. Although, Seamus did like him. Maybe… possibly? Him and Seamus?

Harry gulped. He wasn’t too sure if he wanted to start dating Seamus just like that. He wanted to make sure that that was what he wanted, and what Seamus wanted. What if things didn’t work out? Harry would have to deal with seeing him everyday in class, and try going back to being just friends. It would be rather difficult to do. Harry didn’t think he could do something like that to a friend- shag ‘em, and then leave ‘em.

Or maybe… maybe Harry didn’t actually have to ‘leave’ per se.

Harry flew his racing broom around the Quidditch pitch, making up his mind. He was going to test out his sexuality. He was going to have fun. Harry peered over at his coach, watching him fly around in loops with the Quaffle tucked underneath an arm.

He was going to fulfill every fantasy.

~TBC~