The New and Improved Harry Potter (H/D, 14A)

[sesheta66]

Title:    The New and Improved Harry Potter
Author:    sesheta_66
Rating:   14A-ish
Pairing:   HP/DM
Summary:   Harry enters seventh year with confidence. 
Challenge:   "I dare you, I fucking double dare you" (Pulp fiction); "Shall we shag now or shall we shag later?" (Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery); or "You should be kissed - and often, and by someone who knows how." (Gone with the Wind)
Word Count:   1059
Warnings:   No beta. All mistakes are mine. Feel free to point them out.
A/N:    The plot bunny took over, and wanted all three quotes incorporated, so they’re all here. X-posted to slythindor100, harrydraco, harry_draco
Disclaimer:    HP world belongs to JK Rowling. No money made by me - I am only playing.

 

Harry found himself in seventh year at Hogwarts, decidedly gay. He had taken quite a bit of time to think about it during the past year. After the ridiculous attempt with Cho Chang, and that short-lived “relationship” with Ginny, he just knew he didn’t fancy girls. Yeesh, he was glad that was over. Sure, he had made his excuses … okay, okay, it wasn’t fair to use Voldemort as an excuse, but it worked, didn’t it? Besides, the Sorting Hat didn’t try to place him in Slytherin for nothing. He knew how to use something to his advantage, even if it was impending doom and/or death. During the year since, he found himself glancing appreciatively at several fit men. And having dreams about a certain blonde and his fair skin and pink lips, and … Oh, yes, Harry Potter was most certainly gay.

Now, a little over a year later, Voldemort was dead, the war was over, and Hogwarts was once again open. The damage that had been caused during that fateful night when the Death Eaters got in had been repaired, and it looked the same as Harry had remembered it. Still, it was somewhat surreal walking through the oak doors and into the Great Hall. It had been the only place that had ever felt like home to Harry, but he was a different person now. He wasn’t sure how to feel.

Along with vanquishing Voldemort (he really did like the sound of that), Harry seemed to have gotten rid of his awkwardness. Or maybe it was simply that he finally felt like his own person. He no longer had to live with people that hated him. He no longer had the weight of the wizarding world on his shoulders. He was of age, an adult. He had money, looks (or so the magazines kept printing), and a not-too-shabby reputation. This year, one Harry James Potter was coming into his own. This was his year. He was confident. He was prepared. He was …

“Potter.”

Shit. Double shit. Fucking shit. “Malfoy.” How is it that one word - it wasn’t even a word, it was his bloody name - was all it took from Malfoy?

“Surprised you are gracing us with your presence, Oh Great One.”

“Shut it Malfoy,” came Ron’s reply.

“Ah, still have your sidekicks, I see. Pity.” And Malfoy winked - fucking winked - at Harry and walked - no, strutted - away!

“What was that about?” asked Ron, or at least that’s what Harry thought he had said, as the buzzing in his head, and throbbing in his cock were rather a distraction.

“Oh, never mind him,” Hermione interjected, always the voice of reason. “Let’s go in for the sorting ceremony.”

So much for a new me, Harry thought weakly. Well, actually, I suppose it is a new me. Now, instead of blowing up at Malfoy, I just want to, well, blow him.  God, did I just think that?

Over the next two months, Malfoy drove Harry to distraction. He was never quite as obvious as that first day, choosing to privately wink or blow kisses at Harry every opportunity he got. Harry could feel his face flush and his cock twitch as he watched Malfoy’s eyes flash just before retreating.

It was the night of the Hallowe’en feast, and they were having a dance this year. It seemed that the most appropriate way to celebrate everything these days was to have a dance. There were ones scheduled for Christmas, Valentine’s Day and the end of year too. Harry didn’t get it. Unfortunately, he hadn’t improved his dancing skills at all since fourth year. Well, honestly, what with vanquishing Voldemort (he still liked the sound of that), he really hadn’t had the time. And now, to add insult to injury, the school had allowed the students to determine the theme this year. So he found himself dressing in a costume that was “from a muggle movie.” The only thing Harry was pleased about was that Draco (yes, okay, he might as well call him Draco after all his fantasies about him) would be less pleased about this than, well, than anyone else in the school.

Harry had immediately regretted allowing Hermione to pick his costume, as she had thought it rather appropriate for him to dress as Austin Powers. Yes, yes, very funny Hermione. British agent, blah blah blah. Why couldn’t she have picked James Bond? Well, he supposed it could have been worse. She could have had him dress in tights, as Superman. He did, however, draw the line at the hideous teeth. After all, the clothes were bad enough. So, counting himself lucky, and dressed as a walking cliché, he entered the great hall to hear, "I dare you, I fucking double dare you." It was Dean daring Seamus to spike the punch, which really wasn‘t much of a dare at all. Dressed as contract killers from Pulp Fiction, they actually looked the part.

After about an hour of avoiding the dance floor, Harry made his way outside to get some fresh air and some solitude. As he looked up at the stars in the night sky, arms wrapped around Harry’s waist from behind, and he felt the warm breath of someone whispering in his ear. "You should be kissed - and often, and by someone who knows how." Then as suddenly as they had appeared, the arms were gone, and Harry had been so surprised and stunned that by the time he turned around, there was no evidence of anyone having been there. Well, if you didn’t count the sudden tightness in his pants. Who was that, and where had he heard that line before? He was sure it was from one of Aunt Petunia’s favourite movies, which meant either Singing in the Rain or Gone With the Wind. Yes, that was it. It was Rhett Butler from Gone With the Wind. And there was only one Rhett Butler there that night.

After taking a few minutes to compose himself, he made his way into the Great Hall, deciding that enough was enough. He walked right up behind Draco, and whispered in his ear: "Shall we shag now or shall we shag later?"

Malfoy nearly choked on the punch he was drinking, and turned around to look at Harry. “Both.”

Comments

[megyal]

Aha! This was great.

And I loved Pulp Fiction. Love Austin Powers. But for some reason, I refuse to watch Gone with the Wind.

[sesheta-66.livejournal.com]

Thanks ♥ I enjoyed writing it.

I howled at Pulp Fiction (I know ... I'm a sick puppy), Austin Powers is OK, never have managed (no matter how many times my mom watched it when I was a kid) to see it all the way through. It's just too much ... too long ... too blah for me. Is that awful, since it's such a "classic"? Ah,well. I do love Singing in the Rain, though.