Bèta’d by my wonderful friend Vittani. Girl, you rock!!!!

Party time

A tight fit, preparations and a surprise

I walked by Harry’s dorm and heard someone groan and mutter.
Curious as I am, I just had to see what was happening.
“Come onnnn…fuck! Why won’t that stupid thing come off?” I heard
Harry swear under his breath, trying to get the offending item off of his torso.
“What was I thinking? Going to surprise ‘him’?
Well, he would be surprised alright.
Especially if he got a look at my predicament” the sarcastic comment was accompanied by some odd sounds.

He spotted me and called me in.
“Did you come to offer me some help?”
I shook my head in amusement.
“Oh, so you saw me struggling and just wanted to get a better view, did you?” he grumbled.
I said I like to receive an explanation.

“Well, you know my sweetie is going to turn eighteen next weekend, right? Well, I am in the middle of planning a party for him.” he said proudly.
I pointed out that it didn’t look like that right now.
“Well, of course not right now, no! I’m getting to that in a moment, djeez…have some patience” he said a bit impatiently himself.
“Anyway, where was I? …oh yeah the party. You know he is from another house, so I had to invite his friends without him noticing and we got to talking a bit, when one of them mentioned it would be a good idea to make it a costume party”
I asked who that friend was, already suspecting a certain dark beauty from Slytherin.
“It was Blaise Zabini actually, although I never figured him for the ‘dressing-up’ kind of guy” Harry said in a far away voice, as if deep in thought, confirming my own thoughts.
Shaking himself out of his reverie, he continued “Anyhow, Pansy made two separate bags, one containing the names of the boys and the other the names of the girls, that were invited.
That way everyone would have a partner and it would help along inter-house unity.
Of course my name was left out, as was my boyfriend’s.
I have to keep my baby away from the party room, we don’t want the surprise to be spoiled.
About one hour before the party starts he will get an anonymus invitation and I already have a costume picked out for him, which will be waiting in his room.” The Boy-who-lived said dreamily.
“Why don’t you come too? This Saturday at nine p.m. in the Room of Requirement.”
I said I didn’t have anything to wear.
“You have no costume… well, you still have three more days to find one.
Please, say you’ll come too? Please?” he gave me that puppy dog look and I never can refuse him anything, when he looks at me that way.
I admitted defeat and Harry tried to hug me, although still lodged firmly in the contraption he had put on.


“Erm…could you help me out of this hellish thing? I am starting to suffocate” he mumbled a bit embarrassed.
I helped him out of it and started to laugh.
“What? What do you mean up-side-down? You are kidding right? That’s why it didn’t fit! Well, let me try it on one more time.”
He put it on correctly and turning around like a diva he asked “And, how do I look?”
I just shook my head, stating his choice of costume wasn’t really earthshaking.
“What do you mean it is not very original? Knights aren’t original? Why not?”
I told him you could find at least five knights at any masked ball.
“That many huh?” he asked disappointed.
“Well, I suppose I have to switch it for something else then. Any ideas?” he asked glumly.
I mentioned he could go as a magician.
“A what? Oh hell no! I am not going to wear something like that. I would look like Snape! Nope, I am most definitely not going as a ‘magician’.” Was his annoyed reply.
“Isn’t there anything else you can think of?”
I offered another idea and Harry looked at me as if he saw squibs fly.
“A hippo? What do you mean a hi- Oooohhh…a hippie! Really? You think he’d like it? I want to look sexy, you know?” he stated haughtily.
I said in the same tone that a male hippie-look was hotter than hell.
“It is? Do you have a picture or image or something?”
I conjured an image for Harry to look at and he was ecstatic, when he saw it.
“….WHOAH, that looks hot! I am sooooo going to get that outfit” he cried out in excitement.
As it was a holiday, we had permission to go out of the castle and Harry and I decided we needed to go to London.
I knew of a store there, that had all types of sixties clothing and shoes.
They even had all the accessories you could ever want.
Harry neatly wrapped his costume and shrank it, to fit on the leg of an owl.
He wrote a note to the shop, saying that he wasn’t using it and whistled for Hedwig, his owl.
She came soaring in and hooted a greeting.
Harry tied the small package to her leg and sent her on her way.


We went outside the gates and walked to the apparition point.
I had a surprise for my friend, which I hoped he would like.
Inside ‘Jimmy’s’ was a special apparition point, the shop was owned by a witch, called Beau.
And she did honour to her name.
She was an exotic beauty, with lightly tanned skin, the most amazing almond shaped emerald-green eyes, jet black hair down to her waist, high cheekbones and a full sensual mouth.
She was slender built, but had ample breasts.
She was Harry’s cousin on his father’s side of the family.
It took me a while to find her, after I found a newspaper clipping with a birth announcement.
The article told me of the birth of a certain Beau Potter and after some snooping I found out that James Potter, Harry’s dad, had had an older half-brother called Jack.
Jack was married to a woman called Susan and they had a daughter, Beau.
Jack and Susan had been killed in a death eater attack, two years prior and Beau was on her own now, just as Harry was.
I figured they needed to get acquainted and I went in search of Beau.
After telling her who I was and why I had come, she had been a bit reluctant.
What would Harry think of this? Would he want to know her? What if they didn’t get along?
I told her about Harry’s life and she admitted it might be good for herself and Harry to have a family of their own again.

I hadn’t planned for the meeting to happen this soon, but I thought I’d better take the opportunity, who knows if there would be another one soon again?

So, now we were in the store and I told Harry the short version.
At first he seemed to be a bit angry, because he had lost all of his living relatives during the last war with Voldemort, but he calmed down a bit and shrugged his shoulders.
What was the worst that could happen?
At that moment Beau came walking towards us and Harry was completely blown away.
She looked like a female version of him.
They just stood there, looking at each other in awe.
Harry was the first to regain his bearings.
He stuck out his hand, saying “Harry” a bit nervous.
“Beau” was the soft reply.
Trying to break the tension, I told Beau why we had come there.
When I was finished, Beau smiled brilliantly and went to work.
She came back with several pairs of bellbottom trousers and a whole rack of vests.
Some adorned with fringe, others made of suede and even psychedelic coloured ones with big flowers on them.
After quite some arguing, changing clothes like a million times and some more arguing Harry finally decided on a pair of black bell bottoms with a pin stripe that hugged his muscled ass tightly and a fringed black suede vest.
Harry said he didn’t want a shirt, remembering how the guy from the image had looked.
Beau topped the outfit off with a pair of ‘soul’ boots that were made of a dark green leather,
some multicoloured beadstrings, a pair of round sunglasses with green lenses and a ribbon to tie around Harry’s head.
That way he could wear his hair hanging loose down to the middle of his back and not be bothered by it.
I told Harry he didn’t just look good, he looked drop-dead gorgeous.
He turned around to look in a mirror and could hardly believe his eyes, when he saw himself.
Oh, the birthday-boy was in for a surprise all right.
Harry looked sexily at his reflection and both Beau and I were astounded to see Harry was even more yummie, looking at himself like that.
I told Harry that his boyfriend would want to jump him, the minute he laid his eyes on him and he blushed sweetly.
I, myself, was done in a few minutes.
I picked a mini dress in psychedelic colours and print, a pair of white go-go boots with a matching handbag and a big white rimmed pair of sunglasses, with pink lenses and rhinestones in the setting.
Harry extended his invitation to Beau and she accepted gladly.
They hugged each other warmly and Harry thanked her, saying he couldn’t wait to see the reactions from the other students, when they would see her.
Beau laughed lightly and said she felt the same way.

Surprise!

It had been tough to keep the birthday-boy in the dark about the upcoming celebration of his eighteenth birthday, but they managed it.
He had no idea what was going on.
Now the big day had arrived and all those involved were anxious to get started.
Harry had been spending most of his day with his boyfriend and then asked Blaise to stay with him for a while, because Harry had to leave the castle.
Harry had gone to muggle London, to buy the love of his life something very special.
He had been in negotiations for quite some time with the shop owner, but they finally came to an understanding and Harry went there today, to pick up the present.
He hoped with all his heart that his sweetheart would like it.
I knew what Harry was thinking and told him not to worry.
His boyfriend would love anything Harry gave him.
“Yeah? You think so?” he asked nervously.
I told him to get a move on; otherwise he would be late for his own party.
I was wondering why Harry was so damned nervous.
Well, I figured I would find out later and went to take a bath.
It took Harry less than an hour.
I was just fixing my hair, when he came to see me, to show what he’d gotten his love.
I gasped, when I saw it.
I said it was breathtaking and Harry looked very relieved by my words.
I said Harry only had one hour left and he dashed out of my room, to get ready.

At that moment a certain Slytherin received an invitation to a party.
The invitation informed the young man that everything had been taken care of, he only needed to get to his dorm and go to his bed.
There he would find new instructions and Blaise Zabini would accompany him.
He shrugged and figured he didn’t have anything better to do, because all of his friends seemed to have forgotten it was his birthday.
He only got a kiss from his boyfriend and a hasty ‘happy birthday, love’ and that was it.
He was quite miffed, really.
How could they forget? It was his eighteenth birthday for crying out loud!
Well, he would go to this stupid party and show them all he didn’t need them to have a good time on his own birthday.
Blaise was waiting for him in the dorm and said “Sorry, I forgot. It’s your birthday today. Isn’t it?” with an expectant look in his eyes.
The young man just looked at him coolly, nodded slightly and walked over to his bed.
He halted when he saw the clothes that lay on his bed.
He was looking at a ‘Prince Charming’ costume and could tell they were all the right size for him.
“Do you know where this came from?” he asked Blaise suspiciously.
“Yes and no” his friend said cryptically.
Looking at Blaise incredulously he picked up the clothes and went in the bathroom to take a shower.
When he emerged, Blaise whistled approvingly.
Potter had taste, he had to admit.
If anyone did that costume justice, it was the guy he was looking at.
He wore an off-white lace up silk shirt with long sleeves, a pair of tight fitting leather trousers, knee high pirate boots over the trouser legs and a diamond stud in his ear.
The shirt was opened a bit to show off his muscled chest and his hair was tied back at the nape of his neck with a leather string.
“I think it is time” Blaise said, when he finished to gird his mock dagger to his side, to complete his pirate outfit.

They walked up the stairs to the seventh floor and Blaise walked in front of a wall three times, looking like he was concentrating very hard.
After the third time a door appeared and Blaise flashed a brilliant smile.
He opened the door and went in.
Well, he might as well follow, the still upset birthday boy thought.
It was completely dark and very, very quiet.
“Blaise, what the fuck is happening? Where are you?” he said angrily.
All of a sudden a whole lot of candles were lit and a group of people shouted;
“SURPRISE, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!”
He was totally and utterly speechless.
He looked at the smiling faces and stuttered “I-I thought you’d for-forgotten”
Two strong arms wrapped themselves around him from the back and he was lifted in the air.
“Happy birthday, love” a soft husky voice said.
“Harry? Did you do this?” he asked with tears welling up in his eyes.
“Yeah…like it?” Harry asked.
He turned around to answer, but stood frozen to the ground, his jaw slack and eyes wide.
“Is…is that you, Harry?” he asked awestruck.
Harry grinned the same sexy grin, as he had, when he was in ‘Jimmy’s’.
“And I’m all yours” was the husky reply.
“Now, before we are starting this party and I lose my nerve, I have something to give to you and to ask of you in return” Harry said, his self-confidence faltering a bit.
He took a little box out of his pocket and opened the lid.
Inside the box was a platinum ring with a diamond set in a circle of little emeralds.
On the inside of the ring were runes engraved.
Harry dropped down on one knee and looked up right in the teary eyes of his boyfriend.
“Dragon, my love for you knows no bounds. You make me feel whole and I can’t bear the thought of not being with you. Would you do me the honour of becoming my spouse?” Harry said simply, but we all felt it was straight from his heart.
Draco stood there sobbing and could only nod.
Harry jumped up, placed the ring on Draco’s finger and gave him a searing kiss.

“I have another surprise…Beau?” Harry called softly and the entire group split like the red sea, when a stunningly beautiful young woman walked towards the two young man.
She wore a tight fitting black velvet dress, with red silk lining the sleeves and neckline.
Her green eyes outlined with black eyeliner and her lips a deep cherry red colour.
She looked like a Vampire Queen.
“Hello Draco, I am Harry’s cousin, Beau. It is nice to meet you and welcome you into our family” she said in her melodic voice and shook his hand.
“It is an honour to meet you, Beau” Draco said like a true gentleman.
The beautiful moment was ruined, when that pathetic excuse of a boy, called Ron weasley, said “Bloody hell, I’d love to play hide-the-wand with her!”
Blaise had the bright idea to start the music at that moment and the moment passed.
The Slytherin amplified his voice, to be heard over the music and said “Draco? Harry? Will you start the party with the first dance?”
The whole group cheered as my friend and his fiancé walked to the dance floor and opened the first dance, while only having eyes for each other.
After a minute or two I heard a soft voice ask “Will you do me the honour of dancing with me?”
I looked up into the serious face of Blaise.
We were paired up as partners for this party and I had a feeling a certain young woman with two bags had had a hand in that.
She had noticed me steeling glances towards Blaise, when I thought no one was watching and she had confronted me.
I admitted that I had feelings for the mysterious young man and she vowed to help me, if I helped her with Neville.
As I saw them dancing I noticed Neville was a long cry from the helpless boy he once was.
He had grown into his body and was quite handsome.
And he could dance, boy could he ever…
But I was happy where I was at that moment, being held by the strong arms of Blaise and whirled around the dance floor.
“I like you…a lot” he said with a surprised look on his face, as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just said.
“I like you a lot too, Blaise” I said dreamily.
He gave me a soft kiss on the lips and asked formally “Would you do me the honour of going out with me?”
I stared at him, wide eyed and nodded, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.
He chuckled and said he wasn’t going to eat me, he just wanted to take me to dinner, not HAVE me for dinner.
I know I was blushing deeply, but smiled at him anyway.
Needless to say it was quite late, before the party was over.