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1/ Seamus Finnigan/Harry Potter -  “Your hands are warm”

Seamus was grinning when he reached the entrance hall. Today was going to be a great day! He could feel it! And he didn't say that because he had finally gotten the courage to ask Harry out. Or because he had managed to secure a date with him later that day. He truly was a "lucky son of a bitch" as Dean called him earlier that morning. Dean was his best friend so, of course, the other boy had heard all about his crush on their roommate. Harry was just too cute to ignore. Sure, Seamus was in for a lot of threats from the Weasleys (especially the twins and Ron) but it should be fine. He would survive. He had no intention of hurting Harry. They were supposed to meet in front of Zonko at 9h30. Apparently, the twins would escort Harry there. Seamus didn't see Harry this morning but he knew that the other Gryffindor was an early-riser so it was no surprise. He was too anxious and skipped breakfast, taking instead his time to take a shower and choose his clothes for the day. 

Seamus ran all the way to Hogsmeade. He couldn't afford to be late. He didn't want to give the wrong impression – an impression that would say he didn't care all that much about their date or about the raven-haired boy. Luckily, he got there with a few minutes to spear and it seemed like Harry was just as apprehensive because he spotted him near the new bakery. 

Harry noticed him the moment he stepped foot on the main street. He scurried down the street and practically skipped to him, skidding to a stop when he reached Seamus.

"H – Hi." 

Seamus bit back a grin. Gods, he was too cute.

"Hullo." 

He looked away from Harry's flustered face, feeling his own cheeks heat up and he glanced around. Hogsmeade was such a nice place in Winter. Not that it wasn't any other time but... it was especially lovely around winter. There were garlands and lights and a giant Christmas Tree at the centre of the main place. Christmas balls hung off on top of the lanterns and the lanterns themselves had been painted in candy cane colours. A thin layer of snow was already covering the ground and Seamus grinned when he saw a snowflake land on Harry's nose. 

With a smile, he grabbed Harry's hand and started walking towards the entrance of St Joseph's Bakery. 

"Your hands are warm." 

Seamus snickered.

"Yours are frozen."

The shop opened two months ago and so far, it has been a very successful establishment. It wasn't just a bakery though. The bakery and coffee shop next door shared the place so that they could... well, Seamus wasn't too sure why the owners decided to vanish the wall behind their shops but it only encouraged people to try their shops. Well, if anything now they could enjoy their purchases on the spot. Also, Claire's Coffee Shop made a killer Hot Chocolate. The moment they entered the shop, they were hit by a warmnicecomfortcosy feeling and Seamus saw Harry pull on the scarf that was covering the lower half of his face. 

So cute.

The Irish boy led his fri–boyfriend through the shop and towards the sitting area, to a table with two chairs. 

"Wait for me here, I'll order. Wait, what do you want?" 

Harry chuckled and gave his order as he pulled off his scarf and the white Winter Cloak he had on his shoulder. He truly did look like an angel, Seamus thought, blushing as he made his way towards the line. 

He came back a few minutes later with two cups. Harry had wanted to try the "candy cane chocolate" he had heard so much about from the twins while Seamus had settled for a Choco Cookie – which was basically a large cup of Hot chocolate with whipped cream and crumbs of cookies in it. 

Harry's cup looked so small next to his. Seamus was tempted to make a dirty joke about it but he didn't want to ruin the fluffy moment (even if he was certain the other boy would have laughed).

Harry was biting his lips, smiling softly. His small hands were wrapped around the warm mug, playing distractingly with the candy cane. 

"So, uh... nice place," he said.

Seamus could have hit himself. Nice place? Nice place!? Sure, it was but... Seriously? 

A chuckle brought him back to reality and he blushed when he saw Harry laughing at him. It wasn't mocking but it was such a nice laugh. He wondered why Harry didn't laugh more often. He looked so pretty. 

"Thanks for inviting me, Seamus. I'm glad you did." 

Seamus almost choked on his drink and he had to put it down on the table to avoid burning his hands. 

"You – You are?" 

He had been so sure Harry had just accepted out of pity. Well, not pity but... you know. Harry was just too nice sometimes and Seamus had thought he didn't want to hurt his feelings. 

He had been wrong though – Harry's bright smile proved that fact. 

"Yeah. I didn't think you liked me much." 

Seamus blinked when he saw him duck his head. 

"Wha... What? Where did you get that idea?"

"I dunno. It's just... well, you've been avoiding me for a while." 

Ah. Right. Seamus had been exceedingly bad at dealing with the realization that he had a crush on the Boy-Who-Lived... a boy who just so happened to also be his roommate. Look, Seamus never claimed to be good with all that mushy stuff. 

"Hé, les tourtereaux, this is for you," a new voice cut in with a mischievous tone.

The two Gryffindors looked away from each other and glanced up, grinning when they recognized the Baker and owner (well, the owner of the Bakery anyway), Franc. The man was standing in front of them, an arm extended towards Seamus as he handed him a branch of mistletoe.

Immediately, Harry took on a rather vibrant shade of red but Seamus didn't notice him because he was blinking at the baker.

Seamus grabbed the branch of mistletoe with confusion in his gaze.

"What? Why?"

Franc raised a brow at him and Seamus blushed when he realized what it was all about. 

"Oh, uh..."

"I mean, I could have just hung it up above you guys but I thought it would be better if you didn't feel peer pressured into kissing."

The boys avoided looking at each other as they thanked the man when he turned to go back to his job. 

Seamus glanced at Harry, met his eyes and looked away, feeling strangely bashful. He looked down at the branch of mistletoe lying down innocently on the table, between their mugs. 

Biting his lips, he glanced up:

"Would you... Do you want to..." 

Dear Mórrígan, why was he so damn awkward? 

Thankfully, Harry seemed to know what he was asking and was more than on board with the idea. 

The smaller boy leaned forward a bit and tilted his head to the side, gesturing towards the mistletoe.

"I think this needs to be above our heads."

"Oh – OH yeah!" 

Seamus did exactly that and leaned forward too. In the corner of his eyes, he spotted Professor Sprout and Flitwick chuckling at them and his cheeks burned. This was so embarrassing. Their first kiss was in front of their teachers!

Still, he thought as his lips touched Harry's. It could have been worse. It could have been McGo and Snape. Seamus had heard rumours that those two were in fact best friends. 

The thought dissolved into nothing as soon as he kissed Harry. It was awkward; they were both inexperienced and it showed but it was his first kiss with Harry, his boyfriend! In that sense, it was everything he had been hoping for.

When they sat back, Harry giggled:

"That was... that was strange. Not bad!" he hurried to say when he saw Seamus open his mouth. "Strange. Strange but good."

Seamus closed his mouth. Strange but good. Yeah, that perfectly summarized their relationship. And that was more than fine. 

He grinned. 

2/ Marcus Flint/Harry – "You call that a kiss?"

Marcus was working on a Charm essay when the brat plopped down on the couch beside him. 

He grunted in place of a hello and had to bite back a smile when the younger teen greeted him shyly. It was an open secret at Hogwarts that Marcus had a soft spot for the Potter boy. Everyone knew it but nobody dared to say anything. The last person who tried to open their mouth in protest was Alan Carrow and he never came back to school after Marcus sent him to the infirmary. Now, despite the rumours, Marcus did not kill him. The moron didn't even need to stay all that long in the infirmary. He was back on his feet two days later but was apparently too much of a coward to face him again afterwards (Especially since he didn't have any ally left. Nobody was stupid enough to want to make an enemy out of Marcus Flint).

Uh. 

"And how did you find your way here, little one? As far as I know, you may be one of us but you were not sorted into this House," he said, glancing at the brat before looking back to his homework.

Harry bit his lips. 

"There are little snakes guarding your common room."

Ah, that's right. There were snakes guarding their wall. Not (a)live snakes, no but little snakes carved on each side of the entrance. 

"Did you need something or did you just come here to relax?" 

That was a valid question because, as much as the Gryffindor liked to spend time with them, he rarely asked for help when he genuinely needed it. Marcus made a point to ask him every once in a while, especially when Harry came to find them and not just happen to stumble upon them by chance. The smaller teen made the sign for "second" (two) and Marcus nodded slightly as he got back to his homework. He sighed in contentment when the younger boy leaned against him, snuggling up against the taller and broader student. Look, Marcus may look mean and intimidating but he suffered from touch-starvation and Harry did too so they got along just fine. That and Marcus did not push the brat's boundaries. 

Marcus was reading out loud a passage of his Charms' book for Harry when the portrait leading to their common room tilted and allowed a couple of Slytherins in. Terence Higgs was among them and the former Seeker glanced at them before making a double-take. 

His eyes widened in shock and he gawped at them. Marcus raised a brow. What was going on with his friend? It was not the first time Terence caught them cuddling and he was not the only guy the brat cuddled with anyway. Hell, Terence spent a lot more time snuggling up with Harry than anyone else in their House which was saying something because Harry spent most of his free time with either him (Terence) or Nott. 

"What's wrong with your face?" he asked rather rudely.

It was very much in character with his person so he didn't care much and Terence knew well enough to not take it to heart.

The former Seeker snorted and pointed at the ceiling above them. Marcus rolled his eyes and lifted his head only to stop short at the sight of the thing hanging from the damn ceiling. Harry too, looked up and blinked at the branch of mistletoe hanging above them.

Oh. 

Oh, shit.

Whose bright idea was it to put those in the Slytherin common room? Marcus had been so sure that their area was safe. Surely the damn Weasley twins didn't manage to gain entrance to their room? Harry would have never given up the password because he knew the Slytherins would have gotten revenge somehow. So it couldn't be Harry who had snitched. No, but maybe... just maybe the twins had nothing to do with this.

Harry blinked and looked at him with an earnest look.

"Better get on with it while there is no one here," Terence told him (un)helpfully. "The others will be back soon and trust me, you don't want them wolf-whistling at you, guys." 

Marcus winced. Yeah, he could definitely pass that. He didn't want to imagine the rumours that would circulate about them. Not that he cared much about rumours or the image people had of him but he... Well, he cared about Harry and the brat already faced enough challenges as it was. 

Still, he wasn't sure they needed to kiss. Surely the plant wouldn't have any reaction if they ignored it, right? 

He was about to voice those thoughts out loud when Harry caught him off guard by leaning up and kissing him. It wasn't... it wasn't a kiss. Well, it was! But... more like a peck. A brief lips contact. When the little punk leaned back, his cheeks were a nice shade of pink.

Marcus smirked:

"You call that a kiss, little one?" 

And he leaned forward for more. Chapped lips met pouting ones and the Quidditch Captain cupped Harry's face in his hand, pulling him to him as the kiss grew more heated. He distantly heard Terence whistle but paid it no mind (he'd probably have him run laps the next morning even if the other Slytherin was no longer on the team). When Marcus released him, his cheeks were a lovely shade of red and the boy almost chased his lips. His eyes were half-lidded and he looked so pretty like this. Not that he wasn't before. Merlin knew Marcus had wanted to take him to bed more than once but he restrained himself times and times again. He may be a bad boy but he had been raised in a very old-fashioned way. No, he wouldn't wait for his wedding to lose his virginity (he had already lost it in fact) but he didn't want the younger teen to lose his V-card in a dorm filled with nosy housemates. 

"That's more like it, sweetheart," he told the boy, still holding him. 

The smaller teen bit his bruised lips and nodded dazedly. 

And with that, they reported their attention to Marcus' abandoned Charms' book, ignoring Terence's gaping expression.

[In case you were wondering. Harry did not give the twins entrance to the Slytherin common room, no. Instead, he was the one who planted a seed of magical mistletoe in the Slytherins area. He wanted that kiss, damn it.] 

3/ Antonin Dolohov/Harry Potter/Evan Rosier – Christmas Party [requested by @Blue_Jiminnie on Twitter] 

Harry was rapidly growing annoyed with the gaggle of Wixen trying to follow him around. If only he hadn't been peer pressured into accepting an official invitation to a Christmas Party in the damn Ministry. Fudge had been trying to regain Harry's favour ever since Voldemort's death when he was sixteen. Sure, they had managed to avoid a (new) war but it certainly wasn't thanks to Fudge and his Ministry. If Harry wasn't so sure he would be declared the next dark lord or something equally ridiculous, he would have gladly told them fuck off but unfortunately, Hermione had convinced him to not do that. Poor twins were devastated when they were told to "play nice" with the ministry employees milling around. 

Still, despite being forced to make an act of presence, Harry wasn't about to let himself be dragged to the dance floor by just about anyone. Instead, he firmly planted himself between Lucian Bole and Peregrine Derrick, two former Slytherin Quidditch Players with whom he had gotten along swimmingly well back at Hogwarts. Luna Lovegood was with him, talking about a mysterious creature she was going to try and find when a hush fell upon the room. 

Blinking, Harry turned his head to face the entrance and he blinked again when he saw a group of men (and two women among them). 

Confusion must have been showing on his face because Peregrine leaned forward to whisper:

"Those are Unspeakables. You can see it from the purple pin on their chests. That's surprising. They usually wouldn't show up at an event like that. Or they wouldn't show their membership to the Department of Mysteries."

Harry nodded in agreement. He didn't know much about the Department in question but he did know that Unspeakables hid their faces so it was surprising to see them without a hood on their faces or... you know, just in 'civilian' clothes so to speak but with a pin showing what they were representing. 

"The first person approaching is William Shafiq. He's a former Healer converted into an Unspeakable. He still occasionally helps in St Mungo's when they are understaffed," Lucian told him in a whisper.

"The two men behind him are Augustus Rookwood and Antonin Dolohov. They are both the heirs to their respective families. They have been recruited upon graduating from Hogwarts. Rumours have it that they were tasked with spying on You-Kn... on Voldemort," Peregrine said in turn.

"Which would explain why they were not thrown into Azkaban and why their trials were closed ones. They didn't want some kind of information to get out in the news," Lucian took over. 

Harry nodded. He knew about that. Both Mr Rosier, Mr Rookwood and Mr Dolohov had been a huge help to him and his friends when Dumbledore was useless. 

"Then we have Melinda Ross and Patricia Fawley. Ross is a muggle-born and a damn brilliant one. She was recruited when she was studying some kind of Charms in Egypt."

"Fawley is a ruthless lawyer," Luna told him next. "She took a break when she was pregnant and has not come back to her work as a lawyer since then. It is safe to assume that she has been recruited at some point after having given birth to her child." 

"And, oh. That's Evan Rosier," Lucian said. "I didn't even know he had joined the Unspeakables." 

Harry hadn't known what Dolohov and Rosier looked like before and now he thought it was a damn good thing. He didn't think he would have managed to stay focused if that had been the case. They were too handsome for his continued well-being. It was unfair. Harry could face off against Voldie but couldn't handle pretty men.

His breath caught in his throat when his eyes met those of Dolohov and he looked away, feeling oddly flustered.

Damn it! 

"Harry, come dance with me."

Harry didn't get a say in this, not that he would argue against Luna. And so, he obediently followed when she grabbed his wrist and dragged him towards the dance floor. Anything to avoid Dolohov's penetrating gaze. He spent three dances with Luna before he was too dizzy to continue. He didn't know how Luna did it; she was still having fun on the dance floor. Harry, for his part, made his way to the banquet and thanked one of the waiters who handed him a cocktail. Paranoia forced him to check his drink before he took a sip. 

"I didn't think you would join us tonight, Heir Potter."

Harry froze at the sound of a rich velvety voice and he bit his lips to stop the retort that was on the tip of his tongue. Instead, he turned around to face Lord Rosier and Heir Dolohov. 

He greeted them in a soft voice before answering the unvoiced question:

"I have to make an act of presence every once in a while. They might think I'm plotting if I don't." 

A smirk appeared on Dolohov's lips and Rosier snickered. 

"Would you care for a dance, Heir Potter?" 

Harry glanced at the hand offered then he raised a brow at Lord Rosier, a teasing grin on his face:

"I'm afraid I'll have to decline, my Lord," he told him, smirking at the shudder that went through Rosier. "You should have asked sooner."

"I should have," Rosier agreed with a pout. 

Behind him, someone cleared their throat and Harry turned around only to be face to face with a smirking Miles Bletchley.

"Harry, I can't believe they caught you unaware."

The aforementioned young man blinked and squinted at the Slytherin alumni.

"Miles, what are you talking about?"

Instead of answering him, the older male pointed his index finger towards the ceiling. No. Not the ceiling, Harry corrected himself in his mind when he glanced up. He was pointing at the branch of mistletoe that was floating just over Harry. 

What? 

Why? 

Harry whirled around, only to meet Rosier's smug smirk and the predatorial gaze of Antonin Dolohov. Oh, dear.

Harry found himself stuck between the two older men by the time he managed to unfreeze himself from his stunned state. 

Looking up, he pouted at Dolohov:

"Why are you doing this to me, guys?"

Antonin smirked.

"We couldn't help ourselves."

"You look so delicious, darling," Evan added from behind Harry. "We had to stake a claim before someone got any idea." 

Harry whined quietly but didn't protest when Antonin grabbed his chin and made him look up again. He let himself be kissed by the older gentleman and moved obediently when Evan made him turn around to steal a kiss. When they separated, sound returned to his ears and he blushed at the cat-calls and wolf-whistling he could hear from his former schoolmates. He ducked his head, feeling shy but safe in the way both men moved to hide him from prying eyes. 

"I think we socialized enough for the evening," Evan whispered. "Don't you think so, sweetheart?" 

Harry nodded, still hiding behind them. 

"What do you we dump this boring party and come back to my place?" 

Again, Harry nodded but only after a glance at a smirking Antonin. 

Apparently, it was always the plan. Harry wondered what the rest of the night had in store for him. Hopefully something fun but not too fun. He was exhausted and all he wanted was some cuddles. 

He accepted the offer and left the gala with two gentlemen hanging in his arms. He had a feeling it would be all over Witch Weekly the next morning. 

4/ Goyle/Harry [Request: @fremin_lea, @Blue_Jeminnie] – "Shut up and kiss me again."

Gregory liked Charms tutoring with Potter. Harry wasn't the first person to help Greg study, not by far. Most didn't care about Greg and only did it for the extra credit they would get. Most of his past tutors didn't even have the patience to teach him. They thought he was stupid and Greg made no effort to dissuade them from that notion. His mask of stupidity was a protection and Greg, well... He did not like playing stupid but it was better than being hurt. 

When Professor Flitwick told him that Potter would tutor him, Greg had thought that he was in for a painful moment. Between his mask and the fact that Malfoy was a pain in the ass to deal with (and insisted on trying to bully the Boy-Who-Lived and the Gryffindor's friends)... Greg was so sure that Potter would be annoyed at having to teach him or would maybe make him pay for Draco but, no. That did not happen. Potter (Harry, as he had asked to be called after their first tutoring session) had been very... professional. He didn't mention Malfoy once. In fact, he didn't mention anyone else during their first session or even the next one. He was very focused on their lessons and it was going well. The first time they mentioned something other than Charms-related things was when Greg slipped up and let it out that Draco was stressing him and Vince out. Potter went still and carefully avoided saying anything about it. He just hummed in question and Greg had relaxed. After that, they started to talk outside of Greg's Charm assignments. 

Greg really liked his tutoring sessions with Harry. He liked them so much that he never told Malfoy the identity of his new tutor. He knew that if he did neither he nor Harry would have any peace left. Malfoy would use it to try and bully Potter and would probably order him to spy on the other boy for him. Honestly, Greg was getting tired of Malfoy's crush on Harry. It was also starting to really annoy him. Look, despite the rumours, Greg was not completely stupid nor was he blind or oblivious. He knew very well that he had a crush on Harry and seeing Malfoy try to gain Harry's attention made his blood boil every time without fail. 

Thankfully, he was also aware enough to know that Harry liked him which was... rather baffling. Greg had never known anyone who had preferred him over anyone, let alone Malfoy. Still, something about Greg did it for Harry. He could tell. The other boy could be a bit oblivious about it sometimes. Gregory suspected that his imposing stature may have something to do with it. He didn't say anything about it but he rather enjoyed having Harry's full attention on his person. 

Still, he didn't think Harry would take the lead. Then again, he was a Gryffindor despite his rather subtle and cunning nature (which had surprised Greg more than once). 

They were studying in the library when Harry caught him off guard. They were in a deserted corner of the room, hidden from view between two large shelves. The other boy had left to grab a book in the DADA department of the library. When he came back, instead of sitting back in the chair next to Greg, Harry sat on the table and leaned forward. 

Greg swallowed, feeling strangely flustered. He could feel his cheeks heat up under the attentive gaze of the Gryffindor. 

"Ha – Harry?"

Harry blinked and pulled something out of the pocket of his jacket (Gregory didn't even know there were pockets in that jacket).

It was a branch of mistletoe; Greg gaped at the innocent plant.

"The twins gave it to me yesterday and told me to use it for someone I really like."

Greg didn't question how Harry could have seen the twins when those two had already graduated (or dropped out) and were successful shop owners/businessmen. He knew better than to ask but he also suspected that Harry knew of a way outside of the castle.

Instead, he tilted his head to the side, confused. It took him an embarrassingly long time – as well as a pointed look from the other boy- before he understood. 

Oh.

Oh! 

"Will you kiss me, Greg?" 

How was he supposed to say no to this? Especially when it was asked so sweetly? 

With a smirk, Greg nodded and pulled him forward, yanking him down for a kiss. It was short and sweet and Greg found out soon enough that Harry was more inexperienced than he tried to show it.

"First kiss, Potter?"

Harry pouted:

"Shut up and kiss me again." 

And the Gryffindor moved down from the table to the Slytherin's lap. 

So small and yet so commandeering, Greg thought with amusement even as he obeyed the order. He found he had no trouble following that one as he pulled Harry into a downright filthy kiss. 

Who cares about Charm's assignments or Malfoy's prissy demands that he come back to the common room before curfew? Greg was pretty sure he had just gotten himself a pretty boyfriend. He'll be damned if he left his boy alone after that. Nah, Greg was going to make sure his tutor knew he had made the right decision by going after him. 

His smirk grew larger when he swallowed the boy's moan. It wouldn't do for Mrs Pince to catch them in this situation.

5/ Wayne Hopkins/Harry Potter from my HP&WHÀS & Reading HP&WHÀS stories – Babysitting duty [Request: @Demented_Puppy] 

Wayne was trying to keep Moira from chewing on his research when the door to their home burst open and loud noise echoed in the entrance of the Manor. It was Saturday and the Greyback Pack had arrived a couple of days before. As always, they had been welcomed into the Potter-Hopkins Manor (yes, Harry and Wayne still insisted on calling it that) with open arms. The twins – Ezechiel and Moira- had taken to crawling and they had a hard time keeping an eye on them. Even with the whole pack there as well as Harry and Wayne, there were still a few close calls like that one time when Eze crawled toward the fireplace (they had, since then babyproofed it to make sure the toddlers wouldn't get hurt) or that other time where Moïra (1) almost managed to get out of the property because JB (one of the beta) let the door open. 

But, anyway. Things were going great now. Christmas/Yule was almost on them and they were just waiting for Fenrir's return now. The Alpha had left an hour before to find the "perfect tree" for their Christmas tree. He was going to cut down the tree himself. Without magic. Wayne had been tempted to accompany them but two things stopped him: he wasn't done with his homework and wanted to be done with it before the start of the celebrations. And secondly, he was pretty sure that Fenrir would have forced him to help if he had been there; Wayne was all for helping, okay? But he didn't see the point in using a saw when he could easily cut down a tree with magic. He just didn't want to use a saw. That tool gave him the creeps. 

"ne... Wayne?" Harry's voice echoed above him. "Are you there? Momo is chewing on your assignement. I thought you'd like to know." 

Wayne blinked and whipped his head toward Moira who was, indeed, chewing on his parchment. Wayne moaned and had a hard time wrestling the parchment from her. 

She even managed to bite down part of the paper and the albino boy playfully glared at the toddler:

"Spit it out... Come now, Momo. Spit it out, I need it."

She did eventually spit out the piece of parchment she was still chewing on and Wayne took it as a win even if he grimaced in disgust at the drool-covered parchment. He mumbled a couple of incantations to reverse the (pitiful) state of his homework and grinned when it went back to its previous state. 

Good.

Satisfied, he patted Moira's fluffy head. When he glanced back it was to see Harry looking at him with a fond look on his usually apathetic face. There was a yelp from somewhere in the house and a yell for help coming from JB. Harry blinked, turned around and left the living room. Wayne returned to his homework, keeping an eye on Moïra and making sure that the mischievous pup wouldn't try to steal his work again. Jeremy was in the kitchen, washing the bowls he and Harry had used earlier to make Bredeles. 

Just then, Harry reappeared in the living room, Ezechiel babbling in his arms. He walked around the cartoons filled with decorations and put the toddler on a flat-weaved rug where they arranged the kids' area. With Ezechiel busy playing with his cow plush named Jasmine, Harry reported his attention on Wayne (et vice versa). The raven-haired boy looked contemplative for a couple of seconds before making a hand gesture. Wayne knew Harry; he knew the other boy had just done magic – Harry was much more proficient in wandless magic than Wayne was- but he didn't know what. Nothing seemed to have changed. 

He opened his mouth to question Harry when his boyfriend took him by surprise; he strode to him, leaned down to be at his level and kissed him on the mouth. Wayne blinked. Never one to miss an opportunity to kiss his boyfriend, he wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him in his lap. 

When they had to pull away from the lack of oxygen, Wayne smirked:

"What brought this on?" 

Harry blinked back at him and pointed at the ceiling.

"Christmas is a time for Mistletoe. Terence told me to put some in the house."

When Wayne looked up, sure enough, there was a branch of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. He snickered. 

"Ah. It's still there. I think you should kiss me again." 

The smile on Harry's face was almost unnoticeable but Wayne had gotten good at reading his boyfriend.

He kissed him again. And again. He only stopped when he heard some of the Betas wolf-whistling in their direction. Harry got up from his lap and ruffled Moïra's hair while the little girl was colouring her colouring book. He then went over to play with Ezechiel while Wayne (sadly) had to finish his homework.

It was only when he glanced back at the table that he noticed something.

"Damn it, Momo! It's not a colouring book, it's my essay!" 

He was almost certain he heard Harry giggle.

[1]  Moïra & Ezechiel (OCs) are the children of Fenrir Greyback & an OMC in my old "HarryPotter&WayneHopkinsÀSerpentard"Story (& Reading HP&WHAS). 

6/ Rodolphus Lestrange/Harry – "I have no need for mistletoe." (from Why You Shouldn't Fight in the Ministry universe || Engl Vers.) [for @BrightShamrock]

Harry was filling the kitchen cabinets when Rodolphus entered the room. He stopped and blinked. Nope. Not a hallucination. Potter truly was standing in the middle of his kitchen, filling his cupboards with food. What? Why was the teen in his kitchen?

The younger male whirled around at the sound of footsteps and a smile appeared on his lips when he noticed Rodolphus.

The Death Eater blinked. He glanced at the bags filled with food that was on his table and he blinked again:

"Hello?" 

Potter smiled and put eggs in the white rectangular thing that was now standing in a corner of his kitchen (and what in Merlin's name was that?). He then walked up to Rodolphus, grinning:

"Hello. I went grocery shopping." 

Rodolphus stared.

"You did?" 

"Yes. Your cupboards were empty. It's not good. Where's Rabastan?" 

Ah, right. Like an automaton, he turned around and left the kitchen, the Potter heir on his heels. He went to the living room where he had to install some... last minute things. 

When Harry entered the room, he stilled. 

"What -"

"Yes. I have no idea what happened. I thought that thing at the Ministry was a one-time thing." 

'That thing at the Ministry' Rodolphus was talking about was the incident that happened a couple of weeks ago. Everything was honestly a bit fuzzy but Harry knew that some Wixen – Order members and Death Eaters alike- had been caught in a spell collision and turned into babies. Rabastan, Rodolphus' younger brother, had been one of the unlucky ones to be turned into a very small human. It was supposed to be a one-time thing. The DMLE had assured them it was! Then again, Harry thought, if he wanted to be truly assured of that, he probably should have asked some Unspeakables. Obviously, the Aurors had been wrong because there he was! Rabastan was currently a one-year-old baby playing in a playpen (wasn't it sweet that Rodolphus installed that?). 

Harry bit back a squeal of joy and he approached the toddler who was playing with cubes. Rabastan let out a shriek of happiness when he noticed the green-eyed teen and he clapped his chubby hands. 

"Hawwy!" 

"Aww ~ Rabastan, you're small again!" 

Harry crouched down and gently lifted the child in his arms, grinning when Rabastan squealed and touched his cheeks. 

"Oh, baby," he cooed softly, kissing the toddler's forehead. 

Oddly enough, Rodolphus found himself unable to look away from the scene. It had something strangely... endearing. 

"I know you don't celebrate Christmas but I'm surprised by the lack of decorations. Some of my friends who celebrate Yule decorate." 

Rodolphus cleared his throat and looked away, feeling awkward.

"I do. It's just... Well, I was not expecting Rabastan to be de-aged again. I've been trying to find my footing."

Potter scowled:

"I told you to write to me if you needed help with Rabastan."

"Well, yes but I didn't think it would happen again. And – and I thought I could handle it."

Rodolphus wanted to feel offended by the look Potter gave him but he knew the teenager was right. The first time Rabastan was de-aged Rodolphus had no idea how to hold him without hurting him and Potter had to help him. How did the teen even know how to hold a baby. As far as Rodolphus knew (which wasn't much), there wasn't any baby close to the Potter heir. 

"How old was your brother when he stopped drinking milk formula?"

The question caught Rodolphus off guard and he blinked owlishly at the younger wizard. Potter gave him a look, clearly expecting an answer and Rodolphus had to think about it. Look, he was barely two years older than Rabastan! It was pure luck that he remembered his father talking about it.

"I think he was 14 months old, why?" 

Harry hums under his breath as he starts to search for one of his bags.

"I brought some milk formula just in case. If he had stopped at 12 months, we could have tried feeding him cow milk. But he is one year old right now and he didn't stop at that age. I don't think it would be wise to give him cow milk. I mean! It's your decision obviously but [...]" 

Rodolphus let him ramble about the risks and all. Honestly, it all flew above his head but he let Harry babble about it anyway. 

"You can give him the milk formula," he did say at some point. 

Harry nodded and moved around the kitchen to prepare the milk, still holding Rabastan in his arms. 

"So... You don't even have a garland or – or... or mistletoe hanging in there?"

Rodolphus rolled his eyes:

"I have no need for mistletoe." 

He almost took it back at the mischievous look the younger male gave him. 

"Really?" 

Rodolphus swallowed:

"Really. Besides, Rabastan is chewing on everything for some reason. I don't want him to eat some. He managed to have the lamp float to him the other day and he chewed on it as soon it was close enough." 

Harry snickered at that but there was understanding in his gaze. He glanced down at Rabastan, who had grabbed a hold of the teen's hair and was attempting to eat it ('attempting' being the keyword).

"Oh, no. Don't chew that." 

The Death Eater slipped behind Harry while the younger male was busy bargaining with the toddler. He wrapped an arm around the boy's waist and smirked at the yelp the teen let out. When Harry turned around, Rabastan babbling in his arms, Rodolphus leaned down to kiss the teen's forehead. Then, leaning forward a bit more, he kissed his lips. 

They only broke apart when Rabastan hit Rodolphu's chest with small-fisted hands. Harry snickered at the indignant look on the older Lestrange's face. 

"As I said, I have no need for mistletoe," Rodolphus said. "I only require your permission." 

Harry pouted, looking up at the other man with kitten eyes:

"But it's tradition."

Rodolphus shook his head but Harry could tell he was amused. The man stole one more kiss.

"If you insist," the older man mumbled even as waved his wand around, producing a branch of mistletoe. "The thing I do for you, darling." 

Ah, and there was that vibrant blush Rodolphus loved so much. Antonin was missing out. Serves him right. The Unspeakable should have just told their Lord "No" when their Master ordered him on a three-week-long mission away from Britain. 

Well, if anything, Rodolphus wouldn't have to share for two more weeks. 

7/ Luna Lovegood & Harry Potter - cheek kiss

Contrary to popular belief, DADA was not Harry's favourite subject at Hogwarts. It was Charms. Harry liked learning new spells and researching stuff. He enjoyed testing them out. He even liked trying and trying again until he got it right. It helped that Professor Flitwick was one of the rare teachers who was completely neutral and unbiased. It meant that Harry could quote a few darker spells in his homework without immediately being harassed for it. He was writing an essay on protective spells when Luna plopped down next to him in the Ravenclaw common room. No, Harry was not a Raven but he was there often enough that nobody blinked an eye anymore at the sight of him in their nest. Terry Boot joked a couple of times that Harry had been from the same clutch as them. 

"Hello, Harry."

"Good evening, Luna. You're done with your lessons?" 

Luna nodded and pulled a book out of her bag.

"We got our DADA tests back. I got an O." 

She looked at him as if she was expecting something. Harry knew exactly what it was. He patted her head with a slight smile:

"Good job, Luna." 

A bright smile appeared on his friend's face and the Ravenclaw girl grabbed a notebook from her bag.

"I think I got some homework in Potions, Transfiguration and Charms."

Harry glanced at his own homework and stretched his arms, wincing when he heard (and felt) his neck crack.

"What's the more urgent?" 

"Charms. Then Potions and Transfiguration is last."

"Okay. I'm working on my Charms homework too. What do you say we help each other out?"

Luna giggled, a light entering her usually hazed look. She straightened in her seat and pulled out a bottle of ink and her quill. Then, they worked diligently on their homework. From time to time, Luna would ask Harry a question or the other way around. At some point, Harry got up from his seat to get a book he knew to be in the Ravenclaw library. When he sat back down, he opened it to the summary and pointed a line to Luna:

"You need to check this page." 

Around them, students came and went, mostly unnoticed by our duo. The only presence that truly registered in their mind was when the 7th-year prefect, Grant Page, stopped by to ruffle their hair and ask them if they needed help with anything. 

Before long, they were left to their own devices again and Harry went over his last lesson in Charms. He made sure he knew the content of their last class before reviewing his essay one more time. 

"Do you think we'll have Potions tomorrow?" he asked, referring to his class since Luna wouldn't have Potions for at least two days.

Luna tilted her head to the side:

"Professor Snape went down with a bad case of flu. At least, that's what the symptoms suggest although I remember seeing the twins in a strangely good mood." 

Then she paused a taped her quill against her cheek.

"Professor Snape is a brilliant potion master but I'm not sure he can handle a bored Fred and George."

Harry snorted. 

"No, I'm not sure he knows what he's going against." 

He was sure Snape would try to get out of bed the next morning to teach his class. He was also certain that it would be a terrible idea. 

There was a sharp intake of breath behind them and when Harry turned around, he was faced with a transparent-like wall. 

He grunted. He knew exactly what it was. It was one of the twins' latest prank products. An enchanted mistletoe, designed to trap two victims together until they kissed. The twins promised to not trap Harry in one of those but, in their defence, they didn't know he would be in the Ravenclaw Tower today. 

Oh, gods, no. No today, Satan.

Harry looked from the magical barrier to Luna and then to the Ravenclaw who was sitting behind them. The Ravenclaws were deathly pale and Corner was even shaking in his boots. 

"I'm not mad," he said calmly which, for some reason, frightened the other baby birds even more. "But I will have a conversation with the twins after this." 

His smile felt fake and that probably was what scared them. It was a kind of smile that made them think someone was going to get hurt. Nonsense. Harry would never hurt the twins. Still, he would redirect their attention elsewhere. Perhaps they would report their focus on that prank they were supposed to play on McGonagall instead of hiding enchanted mistletoes here and there in the castle.

Eddie Carmichael swallowed his nervousness and took a brave step forward:

"Are you... Are you really going to..." 

He trailed off, unsure but Harry got the meaning behind it anyway.

"Of course. There's no other way out."

"Isn't she like a sister to you? Won't that be weird?" Michael Corner asked.

"Not at all," Harry replied nonchalantly. 

And with those words, he turned towards Luna and kissed her on the cheek. The barrier fell with a crashing noise. 

Everyone blinked, astounded. 

"W – What? That's not... That's not supposed to work that way!" Cho Chang stuttered, shocked.

Harry hummed softly as he turned his attention to them:

"Excuse me?"

"It's not... You're supposed to kiss on the lips."

Harry knew that very well, thank you. 

He blinked innocently and tilted his head to the side:

"I would never kiss Luna like that. She's my sister in all but blood! That would be gross and disturbing."

"Well, yeah," Michael started, bewildered. "That's why I was so surprised." 

"But it doesn't work that way! Crabbe and Malfoy try to do that and it didn't work until they kissed on the lips!" Mandy Brocklehurst exclaimed.

"I heard that Crabbe had to see a mind healer for that," Anthony Goldstein whispered with mirth dancing in his eyes. 

Harry bit back a snicker; he knew that particular rumour to be true. 

"I don't know what to tell you. You saw just as I did. I kissed Luna on the cheek and it worked."

Harry knew now why the twins trapped him there. They wanted to give him the chance to get rid of all of the people who tried to get him under the mistletoe with them. By claiming that would malfunction with him, he could get rid of them and have a break. He was getting tired of having to dodge people. 

Hopefully, the others would get the hint and stop trying to get him under those demonic plants.

"I don't get it. How could it not work on you?" 

Oh, poor baby birds. It looked like they were going to lose their minds over it. 

Oh, well. Not his problem.

8/ OMC/Harry – Uni!Durmstrang, Hogwarts AU – Hockey Player!OMC/FigureSkater!Harry AU [Muggle AU] 

 The Emrys Gwydion College – affectionately called Hogwarts by its student body was a prestigious institute, catering to rich kids and poor students alike. Harry loved studying at Hogwarts but if there was something... a little negative point in this school that he could point out it was... the utter favouritism towards the Hockey team. Harry had nothing against them! Bole, Pucey and Woods were his favourites! They were friends and he got along with Flint and Percy (the two oldest students on the team). He even talked once or twice with the rest of the team but damn if the favoritism did not annoy him. Their coach booked most of the rink time and the only time not taken by the Hockey team, well... Harry had lessons to attend too! He couldn't skip school because he had to train. Still, it was a bit annoying. Instead of enjoying time in the ice rink built in the university, he had to get to the local rink. Now, it wasn't that bad. The rink was nice and surprisingly big and it wasn't that far from the campus. When it wasn't too cold, he used to walk there but with how much ice there was on the sidewalks, he preferred to take the bus. Worse to come, his father could drive him there but Harry didn't want to bother him. He knew that if he needed anything, his parents would drop everything to help him but they were busy with Amelia and Nathan. The twins may be 9 but they were energetic little demons (it was affectionate, Harry loved his siblings very much). 

The owners of the rink – Pomona Sprout and Poppy Sprout (nee Pomfrey) were very nice to Harry. They were also always there to yap at them whenever he trained too hard. He may have made his Senior debuts when he was sixteen but this year he was entering his second year as a college student and the workload wasn't decreasing. At least, the Hogwarts staff was comprehensive enough and made arrangements so that he could miss school for competitions and such. He tried the "normal way" in his first year of university but it was too much. This year, his academic schedule had been tailored to fit his training schedule. He also tended to take extra credit when he wasn't competing so that he could catch up on some things. Last year he had to take a credit so that he could train for the FISU World University Games and he placed third in the Men's single skating event. That year, Team UK placed 4th. This time, he was better organized and he was aiming higher for this year's World University Games. Hopefully, team UK will get on the podium this time. And this time, Harry would not settle for a bronze medal. 

When he got to the rink, he put his bag down on the bleachers. He could hear the Durmstrang team training hard on the rink. Durmstrang was the Bogomir Mladenov Academy's hockey team. The Bogomir School - although students tended to just call it Durmstrang because this University was mostly known only thanks to its Hockey team- wasn't situated far away from Hogwarts. Roughly ten kilometres or so. The school had been named that way after a former teacher of the current Vice-Chancellor, Igor Karkaroff. Rumours had it that Karkaroff fled Bulgaria to avoid a scandal though nobody knew if it was true or not.

Bogomir Academy had its own rink but there had been a big leak earlier that month (which somehow only grew worse afterwards) and the Hockey team had been forced to book a schedule at the nearest ice rink. That rink happened to be the one Poppy and Pomona owned. 

Harry went to a room at the end of the corridor and started his ritual stretches. He went over his usual off-ice training for the next two hours and when he glanced up and noted that it was almost 6:30 p.m., he knew it was time. They had a schedule now. The first week had been... difficult – Hockey players were rowdy and Harry was just shy enough to hesitate before approaching their coach. The man hadn't seen time fly and they had overstepped on Harry's practice time. Still, Apollinaire Delacour was a nice man and a good coach. He even punished one of his players when the guy made some derogative comments about Harry the first time they met. The funny thing is that the same guy ended up trying to unsuccessfully flirt with Harry afterwards but Harry was not interested. Not in him anyway.

But, he thought, blushing, that was a story for another day. Right now, he had to finish his warm-up. Severus should be there soon. If anything, his coach was probably already somewhere in the building. Sev was a strict and grouchy coach but a great one and he did warm up to Harry even if it took some time. Also, unlike some coaches, he let Harry choose his own music for his free program. 

He was doing his laces after putting on his skates when a voice called out behind him:

"Hey."

Harry jumped He glanced up, feeling his cheeks heat up when he saw who was talking to him. Technically, he already knew who it was; he knew that voice but still.

"Nikolaï, hi," he greeted the other boy.

He barely managed to not stutter. He had no wish to make a fool of himself as he probably probably did in the past. 

Nikolaï Kuznetsov was a hockey player from the Durmstrang team. He was an easy-going 22-year-old guy with a very attractive face. It helped that he was nice too. Harry was not surprised to find out that he was one of the popular students on his campus. 

Harry glanced at the other team players who were slowly getting off of the ice. He nodded at Viktor and Sergei who were looking at him before looking back at Nikolaï. 

While Bogomir Mladenov Academy was open to everyone (well, everyone who had enough money to pay for tuition and everything college-related), it always intrigued Harry to see that 2/3 of the university was constituted of Slavs students or students with Slavic roots. Harry's friends, Fred and George Weasley almost went there but their first choice (Hogwarts) accepted them and they didn't dare go against their mom's wish. Still, if you listened to Lee Jordan – one of the twins' roommates- Fred still bemoaned the lost chance. 

Harry took off his blade guards and stood up, ready to step on the ice. 

"Uh, Harry, wait!" 

The figure skater blinked and looked back at Nikolaï. The other male looked oddly nervous. 

"Are you okay?" he asked slowly. 

It was strange to see Nikolaï like that. Not that – not that Harry knew him all that well or anything! 

"Yes! I'm, uh... I'm fine!" 

From the corner of his eye, Harry saw Lisandrei slap his face with exasperation. He let out a squeak of surprise when the hockey player dragged him to the left.

"What -"

"There. You're under it now." 

'Under what?' Harry wanted to ask but he didn't need to because, at the same time, Nikolaï leaned forward and stole a kiss. Harry blinked. It was quick, just a peck but a vibrant blush covered the skater's face. When he glanced up, he easily recognized the mistletoe that hung in there. Actual mistletoe, not holly. Ginny tried to drag him under Holly once when she had a crush on him back in high school. Thankfully, she mistook mistletoe for holly and fortunately, she got over her crush quickly enough that things did not get too awkward when he refused to date her. 

When he looked back at Nikolaï, it looked like the boy was about to apologize. Indeed, he looked rather guilty. 

Harry giggled:

"You know... If you wanted to kiss me, you could have just asked. You didn't need mistletoe. Just saying."

And with that, he stepped off of the bleachers and onto the ice, skating towards the centre of the ice. Nikolaï stayed rooted to the bleachers, ignoring his teammates and friends' wolf whistles. 

might write a prequel or sequel of that one.

9/ Antonin Dolohov/Harry - (from War Children) slight spoilers

"So, you didn't tell me how it was?" 

Harry looked away from the stand of hot wine to look at Nate. His long-time friend was bundled up in his old Gryffindor scarf but he wasn't wearing gloves. Now, they were adults. They could have just used charms to warm them but that would ruin things! They were out having fun in the local Christmas Market. Well, technically, Harry was waiting for Antonin for their date. The other man wasn't late, no, but Harry came early and Nate, who had come with his parents and younger siblings, had noticed him.

"What?" 

"The vampire ball!" 

The older man winced and looked around but nobody was paying him attention. Still, when he talked again, he was almost whispering:

"You went the other night, didn't you? How was it? Were you the only human?" 

Harry chuckled:

"It was about the same as the other few times I went. And no, I was not the only human although we were few. There were two Incubi though and a Dark Elf."

That's right. For some reason, Harry was the first person Antonin thought to ask to accompany him to the Vampire Ball his acquaintances organized. It wasn't the first time and it certainly wouldn't be the last time. The first time, Harry had been barely 17 and it had been both stressful and exciting. It never stopped being exciting. He made some good allies and friends in those kind of parties. 

"It was great, honestly," he reassured his friend.

Nate nodded with a warm smile and elbowed him:

"I bet you were right at home." 

With a snicker, Harry nodded. He might not have been a vampire but it wasn't a secret among their closest friends that he and the twins hadn't aged in four years. He was 21 now and yet he didn't look a day older than he did at the end of the War. 

"I'm glad you and the twins came to say hi. We missed you." 

At that, Harry's smile grew gentler. He knew Nate wasn't trying to guilt-trip him or anything. As a matter of fact, he and Nate talked about it before: even Nate was thinking about moving overseas. Or at least out of Britain. Nate had seen how much happier the trio was now that they lived in America. Harry's smile was more carefree than it had ever been and Nate would never try to make him feel guilty for leaving. If Nate hadn't had a close family, he too, would have left a long time ago. Even so, his parents reminded him that they were Wixen and that a trip would be more than easy for them if Nate wished to move outside of Britain.

"Oh, hey. I think your Not-Boyfriend is here."

Harry sighed at that. Antonin and he weren't dating but all of his friends insisted they did. Even the former Slytherins! 

Instead of answering, he followed Nate's gaze and a bright smile enlightened his face when he noticed Antonin among the crowd of muggles (and maybe not just muggles). 

Harry almost started walking towards him when he remembered that he hadn't said goodbye to his friend. When he looked back at Nate, the older male was smiling and he ruffled Harry's hair with a smirk:

"Go get him. I'll go back before my siblings managed to raid the entire market."

Harry chuckled, knowing full well that Nate's younger siblings loved Christmas and loved Shopping even more. A Christmas Market? That was a dream come true for them. And it came true every year.

"Have fun and Merry Christmas," he told him, briefly hugging him before they went separate ways.

Harry made a beeline for Antonin and blushed when he stopped in front of him:

"Antonin. Hi."

"Good evening, Hadrian." 

The blush grew on Harry's face when the Unspeakable took his hand in his and lifted it to brush his lips against the back of it. He should have grown used to it by now but it always made him feel hot and bothered. 

"Ready?" Antonin asked without releasing his hand.

Harry bit his lips and nodded with an enthusiastic noise. It pulled a smile out of the Russian and Harry started to drag him towards the market. 

The place was beautiful. It wasn't a big market but it was a place they were used to visiting in Winter now. They even recognize some faces among the artisanal vendors and visitors. The place was filled with lights from both the lanterns and the garlands. And at the center of the place, there was a bit Christmas Tree. 

Antonin smiled and let Harry drag him with him. They went from mini chalet to mini chalet, chatting with the vendors and buying a couple of things. Antonin brought a handmade tree decoration that Harry was eying up and Harry bought him a hairpin decorated with a snowflake he knew Antonin would secretly love. 

They spent a nice evening, chatting. Harry almost forgot that they were still holding hands and tried very hard to not think too much about it. 

When they were done touring the market and buying goods for their loved ones, they got closer to the giant Christmas Tree. It was big, at least three meters in height. Antonin let out a whistle at the sight of it.

"They outdid themselves this year," he said. 

A couple of minutes later, they were approached by an older lady who offered to take a picture of them. She had one of those camera that took instant pictures. They agreed and posed in front of the Christmas Tree. Harry was giggling. Antonin, more discreet, could be seen smiling, pleased.

They thanked the woman when she gave them the photograph and watched her walk away to join her husband. 

"That was very nice of her," Harry said as he examined the picture. 

Antonin hummed in approval:

"She must be trying to spread the Christmas spirit around." 

There was a pause and then:

"Speaking of Christmas Spirit..."

Harry got the distinct impression that Antonin was smirking and despite not looking at him, he knew he was.

He was suddenly pulled backwards and a startled yelp escaped him but Antonin appeared in front of him and there he was! He was smiling down at Harry, a soft look in his eyes. 

"Ant -"

"Don't move, Hadrian. We are under the Mistletoe. It would be unfair to ignore it." 

Harry's brain crashed. It vacated his mind and left his head empty of any thought. Or perhaps, it would be fairer to say that it left him with too many thoughts. 

When their lips separated, Harry brought a hand over his mouth, feeling shy. Antonin peered down at him, suddenly nervous:

"Was this, err... Was this alright?"

Was Harry mad? 

Harry didn't answer verbally but he glanced at Antonin quickly before ducking his head, staring at the ground. He nodded mutely. That was more than alright. His breath itched in his throat when he felt a large hand wrap around his hand. A smile grew on his face as, hand in hand, they made their way towards the hot wine stand. They would talk later. 

Now, they were going to enjoy themselves. 

10/ Terence Higgs &/Harry Potter - "milk moustache" 

In Terence's defence, it wasn't his fault! It wasn't Harry's either. Are you confused?

It started a late December afternoon. Terence had gone home with a guest of his own. Technically, nobody knew Harry wasn't with the Dursleys but everyone (at least everyone who knew him well) thought he was with them. Terence couldn't understand how any of his friends could think such a thing. Why would Harry want to go back to his relatives for Winter break? Everyone – even the Slytherins- knew that his relatives were... meh. 

In any case, Harry had gone home with Terence. The Higgs heir smuggled him in his trunk (just kidding!). 

Things had been great! His parents absolutely adored Harry and the Gryffindor loved them too. Terence honestly thought his parents would adopt Harry. Oh, they most definitely wanted to but it would never pass. Not with certain people alive. Unfortunately. So, Terence resolved himself to the next best thing: kidnap Harry whenever they could. It was not a kidnapping per se. Harry was very much consenting. And it's not like they didn't warn his relatives beforehand. The Dursleys were more than happy to not have Harry under their care for the holidays. Or the next Summer. For all intent and purpose, Harry would live with them. Just not on paper. On paper, he would still be under the guardianship of his relatives. As long as nobody put their nose where it didn't belong, nobody else had to know. It would be just like Harry was having a sleepover at Terence's home. An extended sleepover. 

"Harry?" 

Harry wasn't in his bedroom when he checked. It wasn't surprising; Harry was an early bird. Even during holidays, he was usually up by 8:30 a.m., 9 a.m. at the latest. Usually, it meant that Harry would either be in the living room or doing gardening with his dad. Today though, both of his parents were out for business and Harry wasn't in either location. He made his way towards the kitchen and grinned when he heard a noise coming from the end of the corridor. Ah, it seemed that he had found his friend. 

Before entering the kitchen, he crouched down to grab a decoration that had fallen from its resting place. Christmas was a serious time for their family. Oh, the Higgs were an Ancient and Noble House and they followed the Olde Ways. They celebrated Yule... but they celebrated Christmas too. The whole was decorated with garlands and other decorations to fit the theme. Even their front lawn was decorated. It would have certainly fitted in one of those Hallmark movies. 

"Harry?" he asked again when entered the kitchen.

Harry was there, wearing a white apron over his clothes. Flushing, Terence noted that his friend was wearing one of his T-shirts. It was a bit oversized on Harry but he looked good in everything. 

Harry looked back when he heard his voice and the smile he gave him lit up his face:

"Ter, hey. Did I wake you up? I tried to be quiet." 

The Slytherin boy saw the frying pan on the cooktop (What? They might be purebloods but that didn't mean that they had to live in the Middle Ages) and at the ingredients on the counter:

"Are you making breakfast?"

For Merlin's sake. What a stupid question to ask.

Harry's smile grew softer:

"Yeah, I hope you like pancakes and I'm making Fluffy Hot Chocolate."

Terence was already practically drooling.

"You did? Great. I love pancakes." 

The older boy almost skipped to Harry before slipping behind the boy to kiss his cheek. He snickered at the squeak that escaped the boy and he leaned forward to grab the bottle of maple syrup. He laughed when Harry scolded him lightly before swearing; the next pancake wouldn't be burnt but only just. 

"That's not fair, you're distracting me," the younger boy complained softly. 

Terence smirked.

"Oh, am I now? Shame." 

Gods, why was Harry so pretty? It was unfair. How was Terence supposed to resist? Especially when it looked like Harry was actually flirting back. 

"Here."

Harry handed him a cup of hot chocolate and a plate of pancakes. Terence thanked him and grabbed a fork. The first bite was pure bliss. He moaned at the taste and took a long sip of hot chocolate. When he resurfaced, he heard Harry snicker.

"What's up?" 

The boy turned off the cooktop and brought a hand over his mouth.

"You got a milk moustache." 

Oh, Gods. He must have looked ridiculous. That was so embarrassing. Harry didn't mock him though. He giggled but there was nothing mean in his laugh. It was a nice sound and Terence bit his lips. 

"You're so cute," the Gryffindor said, giggling.

And then, as if Terence couldn't already feel his cheeks heat up, the younger boy stood on his tip-toes and booped him. 

"Oops," he apologized.

And for what? 

He raised an eyebrow and Harry licked his lips before explaining:

"I put some flour on your nose," he said, showing his index.

There were indeed some traces of flour on his fingers and Terence felt a grin tug at his lips. Instead of replying, he located the bag of flour on the counter and plunged his hand into it. He grabbed a handful of white powder (Terence ignored the suggestive voice of Graham in his head, asking him if he was up to anything illegal these days) and threw it at his boy. Harry squeaked in surprise when he received the surprise attack in the face. His eyes closed and he scrunched up his nose.

His nose twitched and he sneezed. Terence snickered but his laugh ended up in a squawk when Harry took revenge and the kitchen quickly dissolved into a battlefield. Thankfully, they only used flour as a weapon and not eggs or anything but they still made a mess of the room. They were laughing so much that when they finally stopped trying to cover each other in flour, they were out of breath, on the floor. Harry was leaning on him, practically sprawled over him as they sniggered. 

Terence stopped laughing when he noticed how close they were. Harry noticed too, of course, but he didn't try to cack away. 

"I... I really want to kiss you right now," the older boy said softly.

Harry's lips twitched upward:

"I sense a 'but'."

"But we don't have mistletoe. We should kiss under the mistletoe." 

And he started to ramble about mistletoe internally praying that something would stop him from embarrassing himself further in front of his crush. Oh, Gods, why was he so awkward? 

Thankfully, Harry had a great idea to shut him up.

He kissed him. 

(There was still no mistletoe but Terence wouldn't change this first kiss for the world).

"Okay," he said, after a few seconds of staring. "We need to clean that up before Dad and Papa come back."

Posté le: 24 décembre 2023

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11/ Evan Rosier/HP – Dark Fluff/Stockholm Syndrome – AU ** '[Warnings down below]

Evan refused to acknowledge Lucius when his colleague tried to catch his attention. Honestly, Malfoy, it was almost 5:30 p.m. and he was ready to go home. If Malfoy wanted to talk to him, he had all the time to do so earlier. Unlike Lucius, whose wife could care less about him, Evan had a lovely lover who was probably eagerly awaiting his return. Knowing Harry, the boy was probably making dinner right now. Evan met Harry when the boy was 14 while he was working as a nurse at his school. The boy tended to visit the infirmary a lot because of his bully of a cousin and other brats. Evan immediately took a liking to him; Harry was a quiet kid with beautiful green eyes and a certain innocence. He never disturbed Evan's peace and they grew close during the year he worked at the kid's school. Then the kid graduated middle school and Evan grew tired of working as a nurse. He resigned and changed his path. He kept in contact with Harry, even visiting him when the teen turned 15. By the time he turned 16, Evan knew almost everything about his boy; how he hated living with the Dursleys, how high school was so much better than middle school since he wasn't in the same establishment as his cousin Dudley.

Evan didn't even know how bad it was at the Dursleys until he spotted a bruise on the teen's cheek. The boy fumbled to find an excuse but it was useless. Evan knew just who was to blame for his boy's injury. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Harry would never come to know exactly what Evan Rosier did to his relatives. All he knew was that one day, Evan offered him a place to stay as long as he never returned to his aunt and uncle's place. It was everything he could have wished for so he agreed. Evan arranged for his things to be brought to his place. He would wait a few months before dealing with the Dursleys once and for all. Oh, he knew they wouldn't report their nephew missing – they couldn't care less about Harry and Evan's little visit a day prior had properly terrified them. Still, it wouldn't do to grow careless. They might want to cause him some trouble in the future and he couldn't have that, now. He couldn't risk losing his boy.

His feet made a crunchy noise as he walked through the snow-covered path leading to his car. Harry had turned 19 last July and Evan had taken him on a nice trip to the beach to celebrate. He always made sure to celebrate Harry's birthdays. He enjoyed the blush that covered his partner's lovely face when he spoiled him. For this Christmas, they would go on a trip but not for a few days. This weekend, they would enjoy a cosy few days, snuggled up together. Just the two of them. No annoying Malfoy or obtrusive Granger and Weasley. The twins weren't too bad but the youngest two were downright aggravating and Evan had seen how the youngest Weasley – the girl- looked at his boy. That would not stand. Thankfully, he wouldn't have to see them for a while. Harry too, wanted some space from his friends (they tried to fill Harry's head with ideas, bad ideas. They tried to convince him that his and Evan's relationship was unhealthy. They would regret it.).

When he got home, there was a nice smell spreading through the corridors. Evan was practically salivating as he took off his shoes and jacket. He entered the living room and smiled at the sight of Harry cooking from the open kitchen. Slowly, he walked around the bar and hummed in appreciation. His arms wrapped around Harry's waist from behind and he chuckled when the boy jumped, a squeak caught in his throat.

"Relax," he whispered to his ear. "It's just me. What are you making, sweetheart?"

A blush covered his partner's face and the younger male stood on his tip-toes to kiss his cheeks:

"You're back. I made paprika roasted chicken with jalapeño  salsa."

Evan buried his nose in wild dark curls, smiling softly.

"Smells good."

Whether he was speaking about the cooked meal or Harry's shampoo remained unknown.

Finally, Harry straightened and without stepping away from Evan (his boy knew he hated that), he grabbed something from the counter:

"Oh, hey. Ginny gave me this! She said it's tradition."

Evan forced himself to smile when the raven-haired male showed him a branch of mistletoe.

"So I thought we could honour that tradition, right?" he continued when Evan hummed in response.

Ginny Weasley was damn lucky that his partner was so oblivious. He would deal with her later. He should plan something for her; she couldn't continue down that path. He knew she wouldn't steal Harry away from him. She wouldn't be able to. Harry would never leave him. Even if he wanted, he would never be able to leave. Evan wouldn't let him. Thankfully, his boy had no wish to abandon him. That's right. It was them against the world. Ginny Weasley was a thorn in his side but he would get rid of her. Eventually. He just needed to bide his time.

"I think that's a great idea, darling," he replied, taking the plant from his partner and holding it over them with one hand.

Evan sneaked his free arm lower and snickered when Harry blushed in embarrassment. There was no one to witness him grope his boyfriend and yet his partner was still so shy. It was adorable. The older man leaned forward, his lips brushing against Harry's before pulling his little lover into a kiss. The green-eyed male chased his lips when he pulled back to breathe and Evan smirked, pulling him into a bruising kiss.

"I missed you today. I should take you with me to work so that we wouldn't be separated for so long."

His partner let out a lovely giggle and wrapped his arms around Evan's neck.

"I don't think your colleagues would enjoy this."

Evan snorted; he could just imagine Lucius's indignant face if he dared to bring his boyfriend to work. He trailed kisses along Harry's neck.

"As if I'd give them a choice. I'd fuck you in front of them if I wasn't so possessive," he said, smirking at the blush covering the boy's face. "But... I'm the only one who gets to see you looking so debauched."

"Evan..." Harry whined softly, his hands fisting around the fabric of his shirt.

Evan snickered. So shy.

"Don't worry darling. With me here, no one will ever see you like that... Unless you ask for it."

12/ Gellert/Harry – MoD!Harry [for @eivomlive] mention of blood

Gellert had only just apparated home, covered in blood from head to toe when a blur shot towards him. Knowing exactly what – or rather who- it was, he did not send the figure sprawl away. Instead, he let it hug his waist.

It was Harry. Of course, it was. The Dark Lord let out a fond sigh and wrapped an arm around the smaller man.

Harry first entered his life five years prior. He was in a brothel for business when a slip of a boy appeared at his side. He easily bypassed the two associates he had with him and by the time they left that evening, had even managed to charm Vinda Rosier. Gellert never quite found out what Harry was doing there in the first place although he suspected the boy knew he would find him in that place.

It quickly became obvious that Harry wasn't from around here and not from this time. The way he spoke, the way he looked at the Blue City (a magical district in New York) with Nostalgia but as though it was completely different from his memories. The Blue City hadn't changed in decades. Yes, even with the recent attacks, it still looked the same as it did before.

Gellert was well aware that he was attracted to Harry and it left him mystified; for all that he knew his new companion was mature, he did look like a teenager. It took him an embarrassing amount of time to realise that Harry was changing, wasn't growing or anything. He was the same as he was when he first met him (although he did cut his hair in a way that would let him blend in more). The worst is that Harry never actually bothered to lie to him. He answered truthfully but Gellert, who prided himself at being a talented speaker- never asked the right questions. So yes, it took a while to discover that Harry wasn't just a time traveller.

"How was your day, darling?" he asked softly.

Harry didn't answer immediately, instead choosing to bury his nose in his chest.

"Fine. There's two men tied up in our bedroom.."

Gellert blinked and glanced at the corridor. So that was why he could feel some weak presence in their home.

"Why in our bedroom?"

"Because that's where they attacked me and I decided to not move them while they were unconscious. I also didn't want to touch them more than I had to... Whether with magic or not."

Ah, that would do it. Gellert kissed his partner on the top of his head and delicately grabbed his hand as he led him towards their shared bedroom.

"I'm glad you kept the house safe while I was gone, sweetheart."

He was glad no one of his Reapers was present because the blinding smile he got in response made him blush.

Harry rose on his tip-toe and gave him an Eskimo kiss.

"I did."

Unlike what some of his followers might believe, Harry was neither naive nor simple or oblivious. He just chose to appear that way so that others would underestimate him. It worked pretty well for them.

"Do you know who they are?"

Harry shook his head, still wrapped around him like a koala.

"No idea. I think they work for the British Ministry though."

He paused, looking contemplative:

"I could have extracted the information but I thought you'd like to interrogate them yourself."

He was right of course. Gellert was particularly interested in finding out how exactly they managed to enter their protected house. And how they managed to enter their bedroom. They had to know it was the bedroom but how? They rarely invited anyone here and certainly didn't show anyone their bedroom. As a matter of fact, most of his followers were still wondering if Harry was his lover or just a very close companion. As it was, Albus was a lot less oblivious than his minions. The man dared to interrogate him about Harry the last time they saw each other. He seemed to think that Harry was too young for him. Ha! Gellert was pretty sure it was the other way around although he never asked that question to his partner. He probably should do that at some point. He knew that Harry manipulated him sometimes so that Gellert wouldn't ask some questions and while it annoyed him, it also impressed him.

"You did well. Let's eat dinner and I'll deal will them afterwards."

Harry grinned and interlaced their fingers together before dragging his lover with him to the table, their plates floating after them. The German wizard sat down in his chair and yanked down Harry in his lap, getting a squeak out of him.

"Darling, I didn't know you were into muggle traditions."

Harry glanced at the ceiling and pouted.

"I'm not. Barty hung them there."

Barty, right. That was the name of the Reaper (not one of Gellert's men) following Harry around like a lost puppy. Gellert had no idea where the kid came from but he didn't like how clingy the teen was. Unfortunately, the last time tried to take care of the problem, Harry stopped him and made him sleep on the couch for two weeks. TWO WEEKS!

Gellert never made that mistake again. Barty was there and he was here to stay.

At least, he didn't live here. He only popped every once in a while.

He was quite suddenly taken back to Earth when he felt his small lover grind in his lap.

"Pay attention to me."

Oh. Oh, he was pouting. Cute.

He put his hands over the green-eyed wizard's thighs and smirked when the boy bit his lips.

"It seems my darling missed me more than he wishes to admit."

A whine answered him and he swallowed it when his lips touched Harry's. He had planned to revise his strategy for the next raid but it wasn't meant to be, no. He had much better plans right now and they involved Harry in their bed.

Gellert was going to ruin him.

Harry wrapped his arms around his partner's neck and rolled his hips, demanding attention.

Yes, Gellert was going to shower him in it.

He kissed him again.

13/ Barty Crouch Jr/HP – Tease!Harry

• Modern with Magic – Semi AU

• Implied sexual content but no smut

Barty wasn't supposed to be here. He was supposed to be searching for Bellatrix but, let's be honest, the less he saw that psychotic woman, the better he felt. No, he wasn't looking for the crazy Lestrange (well, the craziest one). He had just entered a bar and he had every intention to get wasted. He didn't want to think about the Dark Lord, the other Death Eaters and certainly not about anything Bellatrix-related. If that crazy old hag could go and die, Barty would be ecstatic. There was a small crowd in this place and the TV was on. The bar he entered was just as decorated for Christmas as the rest of the muggle town. It looked like one of those American places in those Hallmark movies that Dolohov & Mulciber secretly watched in their free time. Yeah, Barty knew about that; he caught them cuddling while watching Christmas in Evergreen one day. And don't even get him started on how he found them sobbing when those two watched Last Christmas (which wasn't a Hallmark movie but it was still Christmas-related).

The Death Eater entered the place and made a beeline for the bar. When he got there though, he froze at the figure sitting next to him.

"Hello, Barty. Funny place to see you."

Barty swallowed and tried to say something but he choked on his saliva.

"How are you these days? Last time I saw you, you didn't look too good."

It was Potter. Fuck. It was Potter!

And, ha, funny. Hilarious. The last Potter saw him, a Dementor was floating towards him. If it wasn't for his reflexes, his soul would have been sucked out of his body. As it was, he managed to freeze the room and alter the memories of the Wixen present, allowing him to effectively fake his death. Potter didn't look shocked. He shouldn't have known the kid would be impervious to that sort of spell. He probably shouldn't be called a kid. The brat wasn't a kid anymore, he thought, glancing appreciatively at the younger male's body.

"What can I say? I got my health back."

"I can see that."

There was a smirk on the other male's face and damn, if it wasn't attractive.

"Are you here on a work-related trip?" the boy asked.

"You could say that. And what are you doing here? Last I checked you were missing and people thought you had been kidnapped?"

That was indeed true. For the past couple of weeks, wizarding Britain had been shaken by the disappearance of the Boy-Who-Lived and rumoured Chosen One. People were running around like headless chickens, yelling that their Savior had been taken by the Dark Side. What they didn't know was that the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters were just as bewildered as them.

Potter snorted:

"I'm not surprised. They always love a good drama."

Barty glanced at Potter. At 18, he didn't look like a kid anymore. He still looked youthful but more mature. He was a pretty little thing with a lithe body and clothes that fit him. His long hair was gathered in a high ponytail and there was no traces of those atrocious (but somehow cute) glasses.

"Did you get lenses?" he asked out of the blue.

Potter's lips twitched upward.

"Nah. Once I got rid of my old glasses, the twins took me to a Healer."

Barty blinked:

"You didn't go before?"

He had been so sure that the boy wore glasses because his eyesight couldn't be restored or something.

"Nah. I lived with my muggle relatives."

What in Merlin's name...?

Nope. Not getting into that tonight.

Barty nodded and sat down on the stool next to the Boy-Who-Lived.

"Are you going to go back anytime soon?"

Potter glanced at him and raised a brow:

"Now, why would I do that? I'm perfectly happy staying on the sidelines and watching Dumbles and Voldie kill each other off... or try to. Why would I get involved?"

Around them, yells erupted as the crowd present in the room focused their attention on the football game playing on the TV. Barty and Harry ignored them.

Barty glanced around before reporting his attention on Potter. The boy, no, the young man was staring unabashedly at him. There was a hint of a smirk on his face and Barty felt his cheeks heat up.

Oh.

Oh, no. Now was not the time to be attracted to the Missing "Chosen One".

"Is that so?" he said lightly.

Potter got off his stool and took a step forward, perching himself into Barty's lap before the Death Eater had time to protest. Barty's blush became more pronounced and he glanced around nervously. Nobody paid them attention. Notice-me-not? How could he have not noticed it? It shouldn't have affected him, right?

"I've been feeling a bit lonely lately. Won't you keep me company tonight, Barty? It's Christmas Adam."

What in Merlin's name was Christmas Adam? (1) Humph, probably a silly name Muggle used to say December 23rd.

Barty looked Harry up and down and a satisfied smirk lit up his face:

"Lonely? You? I saw how these guys looked at you."

The brat wrapped his arms around his neck and leaned forward:

"Well yes, but they're not you," he whispered, a mischievous look sparkling in his eyes.

Barty licked his lips. How did the kid know him so well? How did he know what to say to make him crack? (Maybe he was just that predictable.)

The Death Eater gasped when he felt lips on his neck. Oh, what a sight they must have offered if only these people were not Muggles. The thought that a person among those people could be a magic user made him flush.

"What – What brought this on?" he asked, sucking in a deep breath he felt Harry suck the sensitive skin of his neck.

Harry leaned back, grinning:

"Didn't you see? There is mistletoe above your seat. The owner put it there yesterday."

Barty blinked:

"You're supposed to kiss under the mistletoe," he deadpanned. "Not give someone a hickey."

And grind in their lap, went unsaid as he felt the brat squirm.

"Oh? Did you want a kiss? You only had to ask."

Barty did not protest when Harry leaned forward to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around the younger male's tiny waist and grinned into the kiss.

When their lips separated for air, Harry offered him a mischievous grin:

"What do you say we ditch this place and go to yours?"

Harry may have been enamored with Barty for a while but he wasn't about to give his address to a Death Eater. Not yet anyway.

Barty's lips twitched and he caressed his behind.

"Lead the way, pretty boy."

14/ Fred.W/Harry.P/George.W [for @ MeliannYlan ]  - "Stop trying to get me under the mistletoe."

With Christmas approaching fast, the castle had undergone a complete relooking. Fred was not complaining; Hogwarts truly looked different in Winter. Snow was rapidly covering the ground in thick layers of white and kids could be seen playing in the park. Fred remembered charming snowballs with his twin so that they would hit Quirrell. Ah, good old memories. They only found out later – from Harry- that they were hitting Voldemort in the face. Ha! They would love to brag about it to that old man's face but they didn't think their mother would appreciate it.

A voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Brother, have you seen dearest Harry?"

He glanced at George before looking around. Ron and Hermione were having a not-date near the frozen Black Lake (poor Giant Squib). How those could remain so oblivious to their mutual attraction was a mystery to the twins but they couldn't care less about their 'not romance story'.

"I think he said something about getting books from the library. He should be either in the Great Hall or still in the library."

"Let's check the Hall first, then," George said before grabbing his twin and dragging him after him.

For the past week, ever since the first few Christmas decorations had been installed, the twins tried to get Harry under the mistletoe but to no avail. Somehow, Harry always managed to elude them. It would annoy them a little bit if he didn't dodge anyone else too. For some reason, Harry seemed to be under the impression that they were pursuing him to prank him or something. As if they would put so much effort into pranking someone... Well, they would but that was besides the matter.

"Do you have the good stuff?" Fred asked as he let his brother drag him across the castle.

George side-eyed him and nodded quietly.

"I do. I also have ropes."

Fred blinked.

"Wh – We're not tying him up."

"Him? No, I'm talking about Ginny and Romilda Vane. They have been trying to get Harry under the mistletoe for the past few days."

"Oh, alright then."

When they reached the Great Hall, it wasn't hard to pinpoint Harry. The boy was surrounded by rolls of parchments along with a few books. He was also at the centre of a small group of Gryffindors. Fred snickered when he noticed that Harry wasn't paying them attention, too focused as he was on his research.

The identical twins walked towards their table and stopped behind the boy:

"I can sense you, guys. Stop staring."

"Aw ~"

Fred and George both sat on each side of the younger boy to stare at him:

"What do you want? I'm trying to study."

"Oh, is Harrykins angry at us? Did we -"

"Upset our Harrykins?"

Harry rolled his eyes but the twins saw his lips twitch and they counted that as a win. They knew Harry wasn't truly annoyed with them and just wanted to study in peace but they had other plans. And, honestly, Harry was ready for his Transfiguration test or whatever. They had seen him work his ass off for it. He would do well, there was no reason to kill himself by overworking.

Harry sighed and dropped his quill:

"Alright, fine. I'm listening. What is it?"

Fred fidgeted at that and George gave his brother a look. Really? Now was not the time to get anxious. Hopefully, Harry wouldn't slap either of them for what they were about to do but they doubted he would. He didn't get angry the other times although they knew he was growing frustrated with them. Did he not want to kiss them? Lee told them that Harry liked them back so surely, he wouldn't mind? Or maybe they should ask first? But that defeated the purpose of... What was the purpose already? Oh no, George was panicking too.

"Err..."

Harry raised a brow at them and a grin appeared on his lips:

"Aw ~ Were you guys feeling lonely?"

... George loved it when Harry was in a good enough mood to tease but he wished it wasn't turned against them. Especially since he could feel Fred splutter in his mind, heat colouring their cheeks.

"Yes, actually. Would you walk with us to the Hippogriffs paddock?"

Buckbeak might not be at Hogwarts anymore but that didn't mean that Harry didn't make friends with other creatures. Sure, Buck was his favourite Hippogriff but still.

Harry glanced at his homework before nodding back at them. He grabbed his things, put them in his bag and followed them out of the Great Hall.

When they left the Hall, Fred stopped for a couple of seconds to pull off his scarf and wrap it around Harry's neck, snickering when he managed to cover half of the boy's face with the fabric.

George walked over and gently took Harry's smaller hand in his before leading the way towards the clearing where Hagrid kept the Hippogriffs.

When they got there, Harry cooed and let go of George's hand to skip towards the paddock. There, he greeted the creatures and giggled when one of the young nuzzled him.

"Aw ~ I missed you too. I was catching up on some assignments so I didn't have time to visit. I'm sorry, little one."

The twins exchanged a grin. They knew Harry would be all for visiting the Hippogriffs. Fred started to approach cautiously. He stopped a good distance away before he and his brother bowed to the prideful winged creatures. They bowed back and the redheads grinned when they managed to approach some of them. They marvelled at the feel of fur and feathers under their fingers and watched as Harry fed the foals (chicks? Hippogriffons?). They hadn't even noticed that their boy had gotten some dead ferrets (not Malfoy unfortunately) between the moment they left the castle and the moment they arrived in the clearing. That being said, Fred remembered that they made a stop by Hagrid's hut.

They enjoyed their afternoon among Hippogriffs but all too soon it was time to go back to the castle. By the time they were back inside, Harry's cheeks were red from both the cold and George's sexual jokes.

"Please, please no more," he almost begged him as they were nearing the Great Hall.

"If you ask so nicely", George said, grabbing Harry's wrist just as he was about to enter the Great Hall and pulling him back slightly.

"Wha -"

But then he stopped and stared at the twins, unimpressed. There was mistletoe hanging above Fred. But Harry wasn't standing in front of Fred, no. He was standing in front of George which meant that he couldn't be affected by the twins' prank product. He knew that as soon as two people were standing under the enchanted mistletoe, they were essentially trapped (unless it was bad enough that they were having a panic attack, then, that's where Fred's genius came into play).

"Really, guys? Stop trying to get me under the mistletoe," he said, chuckling.

Before a dejected look could appear on the twins' faces, Harry grabbed George's hand and walked over to Fred until he was standing just in front of him. George was standing just behind Harry, practically pressed against his back when the trap came to life.

Okay, their plan was a failure from beginning to end, but they still got what they wanted in the end: Harry kissed the both of them under the mistletoe.

He also agreed to date them.

15/ Harry/Slytherin Quidditch team (minus Draco)/Theo/OMC (for @ DigimonEmperor31 ) – Friendly rivalries & staking a claim: "He's ours!"

• Non-Champion!Harry

• Mention of past non-consensual kissing

#1 Miles Bletchley – Library kiss:

• Not Ginny Weasley Friendly but no Bashing

Christmas -or Yule depending on who you asked- was coming fast and the castle was now covered in thick layers of snow. With the presence of the delegations from Durmstrang and Beauxbâtons, the school was more alive than ever. Of course, with Yule approaching, it also meant that the Ball was approaching too. Harry had never been more stressed than he was now. It wasn't even because he didn't have a date since he did; Warrington saw him panicking the other night and asked him out (as a 'friend', Harry supposed. Perhaps a future possible alliance or something, he wouldn't know what Cassius had in mind). Contrary to popular belief, Harry got along well with Slytherins – the older ones at least. He was also on friendly terms with Theo and Zabini so there was that. They were nice, nicer than they looked (Most of them were so tall and intimidating!). Montague and Bole were teaching him Wizarding Etiquette while Zabini insisted on teaching him how to flirt. Not just for the sake of flirting, Blaise told him one day, but to extract information from moronic rich bastards. Pucey, Warrington and Flint were trying to get him into Politics but it was hard. It wasn't that Harry wasn't interested but he had so much to learn!

Harry was just reading a book on the Wizengamot in the library when Miles Bletchley dropped by, a large grin on his face. Harry was instantly on his guard. Oh, he liked Miles but that grin spoke trouble.

"Hiya, Harry."

The aforementioned boy greeted Miles quietly, eying him with suspicion.

"Hey, Miles. What's up?"

"I need your help."

Harry blinked. There it was! Miles was going to drag him into his mischievous ways.

"... What kind of help?"

"I need you to kiss me!"

"Ssshh!" Mrs Pince scolded the 6th-year Slytherin.

Harry stared at Miles, gobsmacked.

"What?" he whispered.

"I mean... I need you to let me kiss you," The Slytherin Keeper corrected himself upon seeing Harry's slightly panicked look.

As if that made everything better – albeit, it kinda did because Harry had no idea how to kiss someone.

"... Why?"

At that, the Slytherin boy looked at a loss of words before launching into an explanation:

"Okay. Okay. I have been – humm... infected by a magical virus and I need someone to kiss me. Someone pure."

"Someone pure?" Harry repeated blankly.

"Yes. With green eyes."

"With green eyes?" Harry repeated, fixing Miles with a deadpan stare.

Miles nodded happily.

Harry wasn't stupid now. He knew that the Slytherin's explanation was a lie – who would be stupid enough to believe it, really? But... well... Harry also liked Miles. He wasn't sure if it was platonic love or romantic love or anything but he liked Miles (honestly, his friends were too pretty for Harry's own good).

Harry glanced around; there were not many people in the library at this time of the day apart from a couple of Ravenclaw and one Hufflepuff boy. Truthfully, he couldn't care less if there had been more people but he was glad no one was paying them attention. He didn't want his first kiss – he didn't count Ginny Weasley's forceful attempt as a kiss- to be a spectacle.

The green-eyed boy grinned. He didn't know whether Miles truly thought his lie was believable or not but Harry would humour him.

"Alright."

Miles nodded happily before blinking:

"Really?"

Harry nodded.

"Really."

There was a pause.

"Are you going to kiss me anytime soon?" Harry asked quietly, tilting his head to observe the Slytherin Keeper.

Miles jumped and nodded with enthusiasm:

"Yes, I'm – I'm going to kiss you now."

Harry grinned, letting Miles approach him. The older boy sat on the table and leaned forward. They were only separated by a few inches and Harry pouted when he saw Miles stalling.

"Miiiles..." he whined quietly.

The boy in question chuckled and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. Then he kissed him again, for good measure.

Harry giggled.

"Are you okay, now?"

Miles hummed:

"I'm not sure. We should kiss again. Just to be on the safe side."

And so they did.

.

That evening, Miles Bletchley entered the common room, sparkling with joy.

Terence immediately knew that something was off. He gave a light kick to Lucian who was sitting on the floor, in front of him and ignored the Beater's offended squeak.

"Miles, what's up?" he asked, capturing the attention of his group of friends.

They all looked up to see a smirking Miles Bletchley and knew it couldn't be good.

"I kissed Harry."

Instantly, the playful humour disappeared from the team's eyes and a tense atmosphere took place. Miles' grin only grew larger even as Adrian and Graham glared at him.

"You did what?"

"Oh? Is that jealousy I sense in your tone? Perhaps you should have gathered the courage if you wanted to kiss him first."

Adrian's glare grew slightly murderous and Miles swallowed down the urge to cackle.

"That's not fair," Cassius mumbled. "You didn't warn us."

Jeremiah Blake, who was a close friend of the team players but wasn't on the team himself, snorted with amusement:

"I didn't think you expected fairness from them, Cass."

"I don't," Cassius muttered, annoyed. "But still."

Miles twirled on himself before sitting down on a bean next to his friend.

"I was great. I think I was his first kiss. I mean, if I were him, I wouldn't count Weasley's assault as a kiss, hm?"

Terence snorted:

"Well, no. That's how it all started, isn't it?"

"All" was a reference to their decision to get Harry under the mistletoe. It all started when Ginny Weasley (Terence was trying very hard to not insult her because, in the end, she was still a child. A spoiled princess but still a child) decided that it would be okay to accidentally push the boy towards the mistletoe and then glued herself to him to kiss him. It was barely a kiss because the Gryffindor seeker immediately pushed her away, disgust written all over his face, but still. Their lips touched and the Slytherins did not appreciate that. It may not have been known by anyone but Harry was theirs. They knew it. Terence had been planning to woo him properly and all before getting a kiss from Harry but now things were a mess. A mess because they wanted to erase all traces of Weasley on their boy and to do that, they had to kiss him. Well, they didn't have to but they wanted to. So they would kiss him first and then... Then, they would court him. Or something along those lines. Terence would be honest; he had no idea how courtship worked in poly relationships but he was sure he would eventually find information on it. If Harry wanted to, that is.

For now: kiss! That was his mission.

#2 Terence Higgs – Blood on your hands:

• Implied non-consensual touching (not Terence)

It... wasn't supposed to happen like that although, Terence had to admit that he wasn't disappointed with how it happened. For all that Harry was sweet and too kind for the world, they shouldn't forget that the boy's beautiful green eyes were jaded and haunted by a past full of violence and trauma. He shouldn't have underestimated Harry.

To be fair, Terence didn't expect everything to happen either. He was perfectly content with playing the role of the protective older friend who would shoo away any unwanted (or wanted) suitors. Still, he didn't think that anyone would be stupid enough to try and touch his boy without the Gryffindor's consent, especially not after Harry had so publicly rejected Weasley. Surely, Browil should have at least expected to be rejected as well? Only, unlike Weasley, Browil didn't seem to accept that and tried to... Terence didn't know what the 7th-year Gryffindor intended to do but he would never find out because the second he saw Browil grab Harry by the hip, and push against an alcove, Terence blasted him away from his boy and slam him to the ground. Then, forgoing his wand, he went down on the seventh year using his fists. He only stopped when the guy's face was a bloody mess and the little fucker was moaning in pain.

When he finally dared to breathe again, he froze. Terence was known as a nice, laid-back Slytherin. He was cool and very hard to anger which was why most students had never seen him angry but if there was one way to make him angry, it was by hurting his friends. Hurting Harry was a sure way to render him absolutely livid. Still, it's been a while since he had made such a mess. Harry was staring at him in shock, still pressed against the wall.

Terence winced. Shit. He hoped he hadn't scared the small Gryffindor but he didn't see how the situation could turn any less shitty than it was. Terence turned his attention to Browil and threatened him into silence. If anyone was to find out that Browil had almost assaulted someone – the Boy-Who-Lived at that- there was no doubt that the seventh year would be in much more trouble than Terence would.

Browil fled the scene as soon as Terence let him go. The Slytherin didn't dare to look at Harry. He could guess what he looked like, a dark eye on his face and bloody knuckles. He must have been scary.

Harry approached him slowly. He heard quiet footsteps on the ground and a figure stopped in front of him. Then the figure knelt and cupped Terence's face in too small and delicate-looking hands. Bright green eyes stared back at him and Terence gasped at the lack of fear.

Why... Why wasn't Harry scared? Why wasn't he disgusted? Terence might have looked and acted cool but he was just as bloodthirsty as the rest of the team. And the team was among the most bloodthirsty of the Slytherins currently studying at Hogwarts.

"I think..." Harry started shyly, without releasing his face, "that you should kiss me."

Terence blinked. Wut.

"There's mistletoe here. I think someone put it there so that couples could have some fun without being seen. Browil knew it was there and he grabbed it when I was walking past him."

Terence looked up and there it was; evergreen leaves descending towards them, adorned by small white berries. He snickered at the incongruous situation.

"I think you're right," he whispered, his face a few inches away from Harry's.

The Gryffindor licked his lips and Terence leaned in.

[Later, as they walked out of the dark corridor, hands in hands, Terence thought of the blood on his hands; Harry didn't seem to care about it.]

#3 Adrian Pucey - Chocolate on your lips:

Not a lot of students were staying at Hogwarts this year. Adrian was though. His father had a business trip – and trust him, his father was even more disappointed at the idea of missing a family Christmas than Adrian was- and his late mother was not here anymore to celebrate with them. Marcus Flint and Silver Travers were staying too. Their parents were busy and they wanted to study in peace. They weren't the only ones. With the Yule Ball taking place this year, you'd think a lot more people would be staying at Hogwarts for the holidays but no. They stayed long enough to enjoy the Ball but left afterwards to celebrate with their families. The delegations stayed though. It was obvious that some were homesick and wanted to see their families but they stayed. Harry did too. His two best friends as well as the other Weasleys left to join their respective family but Harry did not.

Adrian could see him sitting at the Ravenclaw table. The boy was talking to Lovegood and a couple of Beauxbâtons students. Adrian couldn't stop looking at him. It wasn't as creepy as he made it sound in his thoughts. It really wasn't. Adrian was used to notice Harry whenever the younger boy was in the same room as him. The Gryffindor had this... presence. The Pucey Heir couldn't help but look at him; with the temperatures dropping, his hair had gotten curly and Adrian wanted to see if it was as soft as it looked.

A noise made him look up at the head table; a redfaced Karkaroff was speaking in hushed tones with Professor Sinistra. The Astronomy teacher was laughing.

Oh.

They were flirting.

Ew.

He looked away from the awkward flirting teachers and glanced back at the Ravenclaw table only to blink when he saw what had just appeared out of nowhere above Harry's head.

Oh, Salazar no!

Without thinking, Adrian stood up from his seat on the bench and, ignoring Marcus and Silver's questions, he strode over to the Ravenclaw table.

He was not about to let anyone steal any more of Harry's kisses – especially not when he could see the Creevey kid approaching. Obviously, the kid hadn't noticed the mistletoe but Adrian knew that it was only a matter of time before the brat managed to trap himself and Harry in a large transparent box and there was no way he would allow that.

He made it just in time. He stopped beside Harry, effectively activating the trap although the box wouldn't make itself known until (/unless) one of them triggered it by trying to walk away from the other.

"Good morning, Harry."

Harry interrupted himself and looked away from the bunch of Beauxbâtons students to look at Adrian.

The Slytherin boy willed down the blush that threatened to overtake his face.

"Adrian, hi."

Adrian smirked:

"Why, hello darling," he replied, sitting next to the green-eyed boy.

Harry blushed while the Beauxbâtons students (males and females) exchanged looks and burst into excited chatters in their native tongue. Adrian's French was a bit rusty but he did catch a few words that made him smile.

"Ils sont si mignons ensemble." ("They're so cute together.")

"Harry," Adrian said after a few seconds of comfortable silence.

"Hmm?"

"Are you aware that you – sorry- we, are under a branch of enchanted mistletoe?"

Adrian would forever cherish the squeak that left Harry's mouth at that.

"Oh, err... Sorry. I didn't notice."

"Don't worry. I did," Adrian said pleasantly.

Harry nodded hesitantly before registering what the older student had said. His head whipped towards the Slytherin, his blush growing at the sight of the charming smirk on the other male's face.

That's when it clicked.

"You -"

But Adrian leaned forward to kiss him before he had time to throw accusations at him. Harry did not protest. Perhaps he was too shocked to do so but Adrian counted that as a win. He ignored the "Aws" and wolf-whistle sounds that echoed in the Great Hall and could only imagine the indignant look on Flint and Travers' faces. It was probably hilarious.

When he leaned back, Harry's face was covered by a vibrant shade of red and he was looking shyly at the Slytherin.

"Did you enjoy, Harry?"

Harry didn't answer but he didn't need to.

Adrian kissed his cheeks and stood up:

"Let's sit at the Slytherin table, tonight, shall we?"

Harry tilted his head to the side:

"But what about, Luna?"

Adrian was about to say that Miss Lovegood was more than welcome to join when the Ravenclaw girl beat him to it:

"Don't worry about me, Harry. I will be sitting with the Beauxbâtons students tonight. Go have fun."

Harry nodded shyly.

"I will," Adrian heard him mumble.

Oh, they will alright.

#4 Marcus Flint & Silver Travers (OMC) – Cuddles:

• Implied sex (just arousal) but no smut

They did indeed have fun. Harry spent the evening enjoying a meal with good company. He endured Lucian's terrible puns and laughed at Peregrine's dirty jokes. They made fun of Dumbledore more often than not and didn't scold Harry for his language whenever he let out a curse. No, really. Harry enjoyed dinner. He even made some friends among the Durmstrang delegation. When it was time to go separate ways, to his delights, he didn't get a choice and was dragged along to the dungeons. They sneaked him to the Slytherin common room and then he was marched up the stairs to the older snakes. Regretfully, Peregrine and Lucian had to go back to the common room to study – they were terrible at Potions and Transfiguration respectively and needed all the free time they had to study for the upcoming tests in early January. That left Terence and Silver alone with Harry seeing as the other Slytherins had gone back home for Yule. Adrian too, was there but he was working on a Runes project in the Library.

Harry was currently lying down on Silver's bed with a Slytherin on each side of him. He had curled up there earlier because Marcus was there and Marcus was warm. Silver joined them later once he was done charming Harry's gift from Terence – an old watch modified to project holographic-like shapes against any surface. So far, a unicorn, a dragon and a chimaera had taken over their ceiling.

Harry snuggled closer to Marcus, shuddering when he felt the chest under him rumble. A large hand carded through his hair, tugging at his curls and Harry whined softly.

"Are you tired, sweetheart?"

Harry opened his eyes, gazing at Silver with a sleepy look on his face:

"No," he answered slowly.

Silver chuckled and leaned forward so that their foreheads touched briefly:

"You look ready to collapse, darling."

Harry squirmed. He was both content and restless. His heart fluttered when Marcus' hand landed on his hips and the older guy nuzzled him. Harry's legs were entangled with his friends and he knew he must have looked tiny between the two older students.

Harry bit his lips. He felt... odd... not bad but strange. His heart rate increased and he felt a nervous energy take over his body. A flush appeared on his cheeks and he let out a small whine. He had no idea what was happening. He didn't hate it but he wasn't sure he liked it.

"What's wrong, Precious?"

The blush only grew more prominent at the use of pet names but Silver knew Harry loved it – he never asked them to stop and he blushed so prettily whenever they used those.

Harry opened his eyes blearily. He didn't think he would manage to fall asleep now. When he did, he blinked:

"Why is there mistletoe above your bed?" he asked Silver. "Did Miles prank you, guys?"

"Nah. I put it there," Marcus admitted.

Well, at least someone was being truthful.

"Why? Did you want to kiss Silver?"

"Hm? I don't need an excuse for that. No. We wanted to kiss you."

Harry's eyes crinkled and his lips twitched. He tilted his head to the side, suspicious:

"Okay, what's up? You're the fourth and fifth Slytherin to kiss me."

That was suspicious. What? It was. Sure, Harry didn't mind. It was nice and kissing wasn't as gross as he thought it would be – not when it involved his favourites Slytherins anyway. But still... What was up with them? Did they have some kind of bet going on?

"We're just staking a claim, Love. Someone put their hands where they didn't belong."

Oh...

OH!

Ginny.

They were possessive and jealous because of Ginny. Harry's bit back a snicker. That was adorable.

"You never said you wanted me," he mumbled.

Silver and Marcus exchanged a look over his head:

"We were very obvious about it. But you are surprisingly oblivious when it comes to flirting.

"Am I?" the green-eyed wizard whispered, blinking.

He let out a squeak of surprise Marcus grabbed him by the waist and rolled them down so that he was pinned on the mattress.

"Oi!" he exclaimed, pouting.

There was a pleasant weight over him; obviously, Marcus didn't put all of his body weight on him but it was enough to ground him. Silver chuckled and kissed his temple.

Harry felt the rush of adrenaline and tried not to squirm. He stared at Marcus and pouted when the boy didn't kiss him:

"Well?"

Silver chuckled:

"My, my, my. So impatient."

He gently cupped Harry's jaw and turned his head before kissing him on the lips. Harry enjoyed the feel of soft lips against his. He smiled, eyes half-closed and let Marcus pull him into a kiss. Rough chapped lips met his and Harry groaned when the Quidditch captain pressed their bodies together.

Embarrassment crept up at the sound he let out but then Silver laid a trail of kisses along his jaw and neck and he forgot all about it.

The rest of the evening was spent cuddling and exchanging kisses. They didn't go any further although Silver got the feeling that Harry was rather innocent and ignorant in the sex department if he didn't understand that what he felt was arousal.

Silver didn't dare mention it at the moment; they were having a nice moment and he knew Harry would be mortified to have this conversation so if Silver could at least manage a one-on-one conversation instead of him and Marcus telling him those things then at least, Harry would hopefully not be too embarrassed.

With that in mind, Silver laid down next to the small Gryffindor and he wrapped an arm around his waist, leaning down to steal another kiss.

He ignored the tightness of his pants and focused on Harry's smile and overall blissful state. Marcus' eyes were dark but he didn't appear too bothered by his own arousal. They didn't want to scare Harry off so they would settle themselves with kisses and cuddles. It was fine.

Actually... It was more than fine.

#5 Lucian Bole & Peregrine Derrick – the Quidditch Pitch

The Slytherin team was gathering on the Quidditch Pitch that afternoon. They had taken advantage of the lack of students present in the school to spend some time on the field. They didn't even have to book time on the schedule because the only other Quidditch player present in Hogwarts right now was Harry and Harry was welcome to join whenever he wanted to.

As it was, the boy was seated in the bleachers, in the Slytherin's stands, reading a muggle book while they were on their brooms.

"You're not gonna join us, Pretty Boy?" Lucian asked after beating a bludger far, far away from him.

Harry looked up from his book and shook his head:

"Not today, guys."

He chuckled at the almost-pout that former on the beater's face.

"Aw ~ Lighten up. I'll cheer you on."

"Will you cheer us on on our next game?" Peregrine asked with a wry grin on his lips.

"Not if it's against Gryffindor."

Since he would be playing against them then. But then again, there hadn't been a single game this year because of the tournament. They were hoping to have a 'friendly' competition (nothing is ever friendly when it involves Gryffindor and Slytherin) sometime after New Year.

"Are you here to spy on us, little lion?"

Harry rolled his eyes and gave them a playful glare:

"You guys are the ones who invited me to tag along."

Lucian hovered near him, just in front of the barrier.

"We did."

"Harry."

Peregrine zoomed past the stands and stopped two feet away from the Gryffindor, hovering in front of him:

"Kiss this."

And he extended his arm, offering the golden snitch to the younger boy.

Harry raised an eyebrow at him:

"Really?"

"Yes. Come on; share your good luck with us."

Harry laughed quietly and obeyed; bending forward to press his lips against the cold surface of the snitch.

"Here. Done. Are you satisfied?"

"Very much, thank you."

Shaking his head, Harry reported his attention on his book but his outdoor reading session was not meant to be. While the Gryffindor boy was busying himself with his book, the two Slytherin players exchanged a look and Lucian hovered closer.

"Say... I think I know a better way to share your luck with us."

"Hm?"

"You should kiss us. Under the mistletoe."

A snort escaped Harry and when he looked up, he saw the earnest expression on the Slytherins' faces. Oh. They were being serious.

With a sigh, he closed his book.

"Is this about the incident with Ginny?"

Peregrine raised a brow even as Lucian clenched his fists.

"You call that an accident?" the first asked, bewildered.

Harry winced.

"I'd rather think of it as an incident."

He didn't want to think that Ginny would just refuse to accept the reality and try to force herself onto him. Sure, some would say that it was only a kiss but Harry felt... very uncomfortable afterwards and he didn't like that someone – anyone but more than that, someone he was close to- ignored his protests and went ahead with their plans.

"So, Mister Potter. Will you kiss us?"

Harry crunched his nose but nodded:

"If you promise to not call me that again. It reminds me of Snape and I don't want to think about him when you'll kiss me."

Lucian let out a whoop of joy and pumped the air with his fist. Peregrine was more discreet but the triumphant smirk he wore was not subtle.

The Gryffindor stood up, approaching the railing and staring at the other two boys intently:

"Well? Are you going to kiss me?"

"Demanding, I see," Lucian teased as he and Peregrine flew closer, each one of them on one side of the Boy-Who-Lived.

Harry was surprised when both boys kissed his cheeks. He was expected... Well. He was not expecting that. Something must have shown on his face because the older boys got a mischievous glint in their eyes:

"Aw ~ were you expecting a kiss on the lips, Little One?" Lucian teased him, enjoying the flush on his cheeks.

"I -"

"You only had to ask, darling," Peregrine added, leaning forward to kiss him on the lips.

Lucian swooped in when Peregrine leaned back, leaving Harry breathless and in a daze. The Slytherins exchanged a pleased look before they mounted down their broom to stand beside the younger boy.

"Did you like it, Little One?"

Harry's blush grew more prominent, earning a smirk from the older men.

"Why are you like this?" Harry groaned, hiding his red face in his hands.

Peregrine snickered and wrapped an arm around the younger boy's shoulders.

"Come on, sweetheart. Let's get back to the castle. I'm sure we can get the elves to make us hot chocolate."

He enjoyed seeing the Gryffindor perk up at the mention of hot chocolate.

He and the rest of the team knew that Harry loved Hot chocolate, particularly in Winter. It had been quite a shock to find out that the teen never had that drink before Terence made him some.

(So what if the team was carefully planning the disappearance of the Dursleys – minus the son because Harry would be disappointed if they killed off the youngest Dursleys-?)

"Yey, let's go!" the smallest teen exclaimed, lighting up at the prospect of drinking hot chocolate.

He grabbed the older boys' free hands and dragged them out of the stands and towards the castle. They only stopped by the lockers to lock the brooms there and they were on their way to the kitchen.

"Come on, come on! Let's go!"

Lucian sniggered when Peregrine almost tripped on a root as they climbed up the hill leading back to the castle.

"Slow down, we're going to fall!"

But Harry and Lucian only laughed harder as they practically skipped towards the entrance of the fortress that was Hogwarts.

Later, when Harry was asleep, curled up against the two Slytherin Beaters in the green & silver common room, the two older boys exchanged a grin. That grin morphed into a smirk when Adrian, Marcus and Silver entered the room and were greeted by the sight of the trio sitting on one of the couches.

Silver blinked:

"Well, well, well. I seemed to have missed a lot because of my study session," the Travers heir pouted slightly.

Marcus raised a brow at his Beaters and Adrian crossed his arms over his chest:

"I do hope you behaved properly, boys," the latter mumbled.

Peregrine snorted and Lucian gave Adrian an indignant look:

"Of course we did. We asked permission before kissing him."

"Well, kinda," Peregrine muttered but when he was glared at by Pucey and Flint, he backpedalled quickly. "But he did say we could!" he whispered urgently.

The Slytherins chuckled at his answer but quieted down when Harry whined in his sleep, pressing his head against Peregrine's lap.

#6 Theodore Nott – “Here, you can have one of my gloves.”:

[~ Unbeknownst to the other Slytherins, Miles wasn't the first person to kiss Harry. It wasn't even Ginny. It was Theo, the year before.]

Theodore was just walking down the hall from the library when he caught sight of a small figure bundled up in warm clothes. It was Harry. The boy looked ready to go out. He was almost swallowed by a heavy-looking yellow coat that Theo was pretty sure belonged to one of the Weasley twins. Harry had a thing with clothes, he had noticed a while back. The Gryffindor seemed to enjoy wearing clothes that did not belong to him. Considering that most of his clothes were hand-me-down from his cousin, Theo had first thought that it was because he didn't want to wear clothes having belonged to his relatives but it was more than that. Harry seemed to take comfort in wearing clothes belonging to his friends. Theo knew how much it affected Harry's loved ones. Especially possessive people like the Weasley twins or the Slytherins.

"Harry!"

The aforementioned boy stopped walking and turned around, squinting a bit before he recognized Theo. Heir Nott did not take it personally seeing as he was wearing one of these ridiculous Winter hats his grandfather insisted on sending him each year. That and most of his face was swallowed by his Slytherin scarf.

"Theo!"

With that, the smaller boy waddled towards Theodore, his heavy coat preventing him from moving properly. It was kinda funny, although Theo would not dare to mock his friend. .. Okay, he would but not now.

"Hello," he greeted the Potter heir when the boy stopped in front of him.

Harry looked ecstatic.

"Hi. Were you about to go outside?"

Theo nodded.

"Yes. I saw from the library window that it snowed again. I was about to take a stroll to the Black Lake."

"Me too!" Harry exclaimed before trailing off. "I – I mean! Not to the Black Lake specifically. Just that I was about to go outside and -"

"Harry. Come with me. We can feed the Thestrals."

Harry's face flushed.

"O – Oh; Yes. I'd like that. Thank you, Theo."

It was Theo's turn to blush.

"Good."

Both boys stood awkwardly in front of each other. A noise from the dungeons made Harry jump and Theo cleared his throat awkwardly before offering his arm:

"Let's be on our way, shall we?"

Harry nodded, giggling and took his arm. Theo had been one of Harry's first friends outside of Gryffindor House. Actually... Theo had been one of Harry's first friends in the 'Snake's pit'. Only Terence beat him to the number one spot because the older male approached Harry after their first game against each other. Harry liked spending time with Theo; he enjoyed a quiet evening in the library, spent reading old books whose titles had been lost in Time. He and Theo were quiet people. Harry might seem like an extravert these days but there were days when he craved quiet and calm and not talking to anyone. His friends respected that and Theo, more than anyone, understood that.

The boys shivered when they were greeted by a breeze of icy wind. As they walked down the path leading to the Forbidden Forest, Theo glanced down at their almost touching hands and he tensed when he saw Harry's reddening fingers.

Oh.

Of course.

"Here," he said, pulling one of his gloves off and offering it to his friend. "You can have one of my gloves. It'll be a bit warmer."

Hopefully.

Harry looked ready to protest but Theo did not let him. He gently took Harry's hand in his and lifted them slightly as he put the gloves on him. Harry quieted down and stared at their clasped hands. He thanked Theo quietly and let the taller boy guide him as they trudged through the snowed path.

When they got to the clearing Luna showed him earlier that year, Harry was happy to note that the Thestrals were there. A young foal he recognized as the one he fed the other day approached them cautiously before bounding to him with a happy noise (or at least, Harry thought it sounded like a happy horse noise).

"Hello, there," Harry greeted him, gently petting its skeletal head.

The foal let out a neigh and Harry pulled out an apple from the satchel bag. The foal gobbled it down and when Harry looked back, Theo was staring at him.

"You know, there is a ball of mistletoe above you," the Slytherin commented nonchalantly.

Harry blinked and looked up. There, on the branch above him. There was, as Theo told him, a knot of mistletoe. It was cluttered. Harry barely recognized it as mistletoe but it did look like it.

"Uh. Aren't you observant? Are you going to kiss me?"

Theo swallowed, a blush rising on his face:

"Err, I mean... It's tradition."

A giggle escaped Harry as he watched Theo walk closer.

"I didn't know you know Christmas traditions, Theo. I'm pretty sure it's not a Wixen Tradition."

"It's not," Theo confirmed. "I heard Higgs talk about it the other day. He was going on about platonically kissing you under it."

Harry blinked.

"Did he need an excuse to platonically kiss me?"

The Slytherin shrugged:

"I'm not sure. I don't pretend to know how Higgs thinks."

He danced on one foot, glancing nervously around as Harry continued to pet the Thestral beside him.

"May I... May I kiss you?"

Harry smiled.

"Oh, err... I'd like that. I never kissed anyone before."

Theo's cheeks flushed.

"Me neither."

He trailed off and then started again:

"But I'd really, really like to kiss you. I mean -"

Whatever Theo was about to say, no one would ever know because Harry chose that moment to kiss him.

"Oh," the Slytherin said when Harry stepped back with a sheepish but pleasant expression on his face. "That was nice."

Theo never got his glove back but at least, he knew who had it.

#7 OMC* (Jeremiah Blake) - “You’d make a cute elf.”

"I can't believe they managed to talk me into this. Damn, I must have really lost my touch if I don't scare the kids anymore," a Slytherin 6^th year muttered to himself as he walked down the path leading to Hogsmeade.

It wasn't even like those brats couldn't do it themselves! They just thought they wouldn't have time to do all the shopping they needed so instead of skipping the Three Broomsticks meeting, they decided to enlist Jeremiah into helping them out. Ha! If it were up to him or... If he had known, he would have stayed at Hogwarts and read a book instead of attempting to go to Hogsmeade. What was he thinking? He should have known something was up when the fourth-year Slytherins turned in sync to give him a calculating look filled with mischievousness. Now he had to visit Honeydukes. At least, they didn't manage to make him pay for all the sweets they demanded; they gave him money before they went separate ways.

He was just getting a few books at the local library café (called "Cloud Nine") when he stopped dead. There was a group of small children sitting in a circle on a rug. Usually, there were couches and beans there for people who wanted to read comfortably and enjoy a snack. The place had been opened by a muggle-born who graduated four years ago. Jeremiah remembered Elian Farley as a smiling but serious boy from Ravenclaw. The presence of so many children wasn't surprising considering someone was reading a book to them, no. What was surprising was the identity of the reader. Jeremiah recognized him immediately even if he doubted many would. Striking green eyes looked at the children with so much affection that Jeremiah felt his insides grow warm. Potter was there, sitting in a comfortable-looking red armchair. His hair was slightly longer than it normally was and his ears had been magically changed to be longer and pointy. He was clad in red and green with a funny pointy hat and weird red shoes. He was pretty sure it had to do with some beliefs or legends from the Muggle World. He had seen those "Christmas Elves" before. He looked good in that – not that he didn't look good without it. In fact...

Jeremiah blushed and looked away before reporting his attention to the shelves. He knew exactly what shelf to look for his book. Still, he couldn't help but look at Potter every once in a while. He only looked away when he was caught staring.

Embarrassed, he turned his head and immersed himself in his book, standing in the corner of the room. He couldn't make himself leave the place though. Damn it. Potter's voice was soft but the way he read the story... It made the Slytherin smile despite himself. His voice made the story come alive; he could see and hear the kids react. They gasped when the main character almost fell off the roof and made awed sounds when Santa's reindeer saved the kid (yes, he knew who Santa Klaus was, thank you).

Jeremiah briefly wondered how the kids would react when (or if) they found that Harry Potter read them a story.

When the story was finished, the kids begged for another story and, after exchanging an amused look with Farley, Potter accepted, grinning.

"Enjoying yourself, aren't you?"

Jeremiah didn't jump but only just. When he turned around, he came face to face with a smirking owner.

His cheeks flushed:

"What?"

Farley snickered:

"Please. If you think I haven't noticed how you guys behave every time you're around him."

Jeremiah almost pouted:

"Excuse me? You're not even at Hogwarts anymore. You graduated just before he started Hogwarts."

"Yeah. But Miss Rosmerta tells me everything she sees at her inn. She told me how you guys are "so obviously pinning after a cub"."

Merlin, that was embarrassing," Jeremiah thought, blushing slightly.

"That's... That's none of your business."

Why was he so bad at this? He didn't even deny it! Some Slytherin he was...

Farley snorted, crossing his arms over his chest:

"Well, you can get your boy. He's nearly done. Don't kiss in front of the kids. They are in their "Ew" phase."

Jeremiah bit back a squeak and gave the former Ravenclaw a dirty look at that. Still, he nodded and left on those words, cheeks reddening in embarrassment.

He had only made it a few feet away from the library cafe when a tremulous voice echoed behind him:

"Blake!"

The Slytherin turned around, blinking at the sight of a Christmas El – of Potter running to him.

"Um, Hi," the Gryffindor greeted him quietly, shyly.

Jeremiah licked his lips:

"Hello. I, uh, I saw you in Cloud Nine," the Slytherin said, pointing to the store with a vague gesture.

Potter giggles, cheeks flushing:

"Oh yeah. I, uh, I volunteer sometimes during Hogsmeade visits."

"That's nice."

They stood in front of each other in an awkward silence before Jeremiah had enough:

"You make a cute elf," he blurted out.

He could have slapped himself. Why did he say that? Why!?

Seeing Potter blush though made the embarrassment worth it.

"Oh, uh, thank you, Blake."

"Just call me Jeremiah. Or something like that."

He felt his face turn red when Potter returned the offer and told him to call him Harry. Merlin, why was he so awkward? He didn't understand why everyone at Hogwarts thought he was "so cool" when he felt like a fool in front of his crush. Well... to be fair, he was a fool and he was in front of his crush.

"Do you, uh, do you always read to kids?"

Harry nodded, a bright smile appearing on his face.

"Yeah. Whenever I come by, I read a new story to them. Sometimes I read them a book, other times I improvise."

So that was improvisation? Well, colour him impressed.

"You're good at that. You're pretty good with kids."

Fuck. He should stop talking right this moment.

"Hey, lovebirds!" a passerby called out to them. "Look up!"

On reflex, Jeremiah looked up and froze.

Oh, Merlin.

"Oh, dear," he heard Potter, no, Harry mumble. "Well, it seems like we don't have a choice!" the boy continued cheerfully.

Jeremiah's head whipped to stare at Harry. Why did he sound so excited? Well, Jeremiah was excited but how come Harry was too? Did he expect it? Did he grow used to random (not so random) Slytherins kissing him out of the blue?

Jeremiah didn't get time to process (or to freak out) because Harry yanked him by his tie and rose on his tiptoes to make himself slightly taller.

When his brain restarted, Harry was leaning away, flushing. Jeremiah smirked at the Gryffindor and wrapped an arm around his small waist to kiss him again. Their lips met and Jeremiah ignored a couple of people wolf-whistling at them, to focus on his boy.

"I think I'm starting to get the hang of it," he heard Harry mumble in his chest when the Slytherin released him.

Jeremiah chuckled.

"Is that so?"

The two boys spent the morning visiting store after store (and Harry reminded him to get sweets for the other Slytherins). When they entered the Tree Broomsticks, hands in hands, Jeremiah was satisfied to see Parkinson drop her glass in shock and the other five students weren't doing much better.

# +1 – Conclusion of sorts:

• Still not Ginny-friendly but slightly more pronounced since it's more in the POV of Slytherins here.

When the students came back to Hogwarts after the holidays, they had to wonder what they missed; that morning, Harry Potter came to the Great Hall and sat down at the Slytherin table. If it wasn't enough, he greeted the Slytherin Quidditch team (minus Malfoy Jr) and three other students with a kiss on the cheek.

Flint and his friends exchanged a satisfied smirk when they saw the frozen look on the Weasley chick. They had basically claimed Harry as theirs while telling the girl to fuck off. She couldn't even storm over there to demand answers because; first of all, she had no right and secondly, she wasn't supposed to approach Harry. McGonagall forbade her to (publicly, at that and with the full approbation of her older brothers) and she still had detentions with her Head of House. Terence especially took pleasure in the utter devastation on her face. He knew he shouldn't; she was still a kid but even if he was "one of the nicest Slytherins out there", he never claimed to be kind. Instead, he promptly dismissed the Weasley girl as unimportant and reported his attention on Harry, piling food – not too much!- on the boy's plate.

"Here. You have to try this, Little One."

The way Harry smiled at him made him blush and light up at the same time.

"Thank you, Ter."

Yes, heir Higgs thought with a vindictive smirk, Harry was theirs.

16/ Tomarry – for @ TalkDrarryToMeh

• Dark!Brat!Harry

2002 was an exceptionally good year if he said so himself. The previous week had been the most animated since the last Prank War between the Lestrange brothers and the Weasley twins. There were still splashes of red and cyan blue on the ceiling of the Throne Room despite the numerous Finite and cleaning spells their minions used to restore the room to its previous state. Harry was too busy laughing to be of any help so Lord Voldemort (he refused to lower himself to respond to that muggle name no matter how many times Harry called him Tom) had to do everything by himself.

"Can't you help me?"

Harry snickered from where he was sprawled on his throne.

"Nah. You're doing just fine, love. I'm not going to punish your minions for you. I punished mine already."

"You didn't punish them!"

Lord Voldemort did not squeak. He did not. He was above such reactions.

"You reprimanded them for getting caught," he continued more calmly.

"Well, yeah."

Harry stood up, stretching his limbs and started to walk away from him:

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Outside," the younger wizard replied. "I'm going to find some mistletoe while you deal with your paperwork. I'm not helping with that."

Tom mumbled that Harry never helped with paperwork anyway but it was only after his lover had left the room that he processed the rest of his sentence:

"Why are you looking for mistletoe?"

Of course, there was no response seeing as Harry was no longer in the room.

Two hours later, Tom was still filling paperwork (why were there so many forms!?) when he heard a door slamming somewhere nearby as well as hurried footsteps echoing in the corridor. The door leading to his office opened with a bang and a familiar 5' 8" figure entered.

"Tom! TOM, TOM, TOM, TOM! I got mistletoe! Let's kiss!"

Tom stared at him and then at the plant he was holding in a tight fist:

"Why... is it drenched in blood?"

"Oh. I got cornered by one lone Order survivor. He is no longer surviving. It's fine! Come on, let's kiss!"

To put it simply, Lord Voldemort was not impressed.

"Excuse me?"

"Let's kiss! It'll be fun!"

"Fun, you say?"

Harry pouted at him:

"Why don't you wanna kiss me? You were all for it yesterd -"

The younger boy glared at the Dark Lord when he shot him a silencing spell.

"Quiet, now. You don't want our minio–followers to hear that, do you?"

The flat look Harry gave him would have annoyed him to no end had he not heard what the boy had to say:

"Tom... Your minions have known about us for months, now."

Lord Voldemort's mind blanked over and he started at his partner. What? His minions had... What?

"What are you – no. No, they can't."

Harry raised a brow at him.

"Tom -"

"I keep telling you, it's Lord Voldemort."

"They've known since before we got together," Harry continued, unbothered by the interruption.

... How!? They've been discreet! How could they possibly know? And what did Harry mean by "they've known before they got together"? Nonsense.

He watched Harry shake the mistletoe in front of him with a look cof hildish glee.

"Well?" the boy asked.

The Dark Lord sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose – because he had one now. His physical appearance improved a couple of years ago.

"Get rid of that," Lord Voldemort mumbled as he leaned to kiss his lover's neck.

Harry giggled and vanished the bloody mistletoe, enjoying the attention.

Rabastan walked by right at this moment and didn't even blink at the scene:

"Good morning, my Lords. Lucius – that little bitch- told me to give you this," he said, handing a pile of parchment to the two lovers.

Stunned, Voldemort grabbed the parchment and watched his minion (damn it, Harry!) leave without so much as a by your leave.

"I told you they knew. Augustus told me it was obvious there was something between us because, and I quote: "You two are behaving like an old married couple. Especially when you're trying to reign in the younger Death Eaters as if they are your kids."

...

Perhaps it was time Lord Voldemort disciplined Rookwood. He may have been one of his favourite minions – certainly, Augustus was much more well-behaved than Bellatrix or Lucius- but the audacity!

"Tooom!" Harry whined softly to his ear. "Pay attention to me."

Voldemort - for he absolutely refused to answer to such a common muggle name-, rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around his lover's small waist.

"Is that why you've been so moody? You wanted my attention?"

He felt his lips quirk up when his partner pressed himself against him, burying his face against his chest.

"Aw ~ are you feeling shy, now?"

"OhMyGod, shut up," Harry mumbled, mortified.

Voldemort chuckled (he did not snicker, shut up, Harry. He was more dignified than that) and kissed his lover on the top of his head.

"I do love it when you're shy, darling."

"Not another word."

17/ Greengrass!OMC/Harry for @GoldenMarauder12

Harry was trying to finish his Christmas gift-shopping trip when he felt a familiar presence nearby. Sniggering quietly, he stopped in his tracks, turned around and walked up to Florean Fortescue's ice cream parlor. He loved that place. Mr Fortescue had been one of the first Wixen to not treat him like some kind of curiosity or freak or... the second coming or Merlin or something along those lines. No. Mr Fortescue always treated him like a kid. Even now that he wasn't a kid anymore, Mr Fortescue (1) still looked at him with a fatherly look in his eyes. It was nice.

When he got there, he couldn't quite suppress the fond smile that appeared on his lips at the sight of a cloaked individual sitting in the corner. The young man walked over and slipped into the seat in front of the figure.

"I'm surprised to see you there. I didn't think Jimmy would let you out so soon."

The figure snorted and put on a ward with a hand wave. That would surely redirect the attention elsewhere as well as stop the curious ones from listening to their conversation. With that done, the cloaked individual pulled off their hood, revealing an older man in his thirties. He had dark hair of medium length and a scar running down his right cheek.

Waylen Greengrass – because it was him, inclined his head in silent greetings.

"Jimmy was forcefully sent on early vacation. Gemma went into early labour so, really, he didn't get much of a choice. His wife might have stormed into the Ministry to force the Minister into giving him the week off even if she was about to give birth."

Not that the Minister could do much. It wasn't well known but the Department of Mysteries was almost completely cut off from the rest of the Ministry. It operated vastly differently from the other departments and the Minister didn't know much about this department. Truth be told, the Minister (past & current) might like to believe that he was in charge, but nobody but the Head of the Department of Mysteries could control the Department of Mysteries.

Harry snorted:

"I'm not surprised."

He taped the menu with his wand and muttered something under his breath. Not a minute later, Mr Fortescue was walking over with a cup of ice cream in his hand.

"Ah, Hadrian," he greeted him. "It's nice to see you again."

There was another reason, Harry enjoyed spending time here; Mr Fortescue knew the meaning of discretion. He could see through the subtle glamour Harry had on his face, and could tell that the young heir did not wish to be recognized as the famous Man-Who-Conquered. Not today. He didn't have the energy for that. Today was Resting Day and he still had some Christmas Gifts to find.

"Hello, Mr Fortescue. How are you?"

"Dear Merlin, I told you to call me Florean, kid. And I'm fine. I guess, looking at your smile, you seem to be in a good mood."

Harry giggled and nodded, thanking the man when he handed him his ice cream.

"I was thinking," Waylen started hesitantly. "Perhaps we could... spend Yule – I mean, Christmas... elsewhere?"

Harry blinked:

"Hm?"

"What I mean is... You said you didn't have any projects to spend Christmas with the Weasleys this year so I thought... I mean... We could... We could spend Christmas together... if you wanted to. We could... I was thinking about travelling. Jimmy has been harassing me to take a few days off for a while now."

Harry felt his face heat up but he didn't care. The look he gave to Greengrass made the older man blush.

"You – You want to spend Christmas with me? Truly?"

Harry felt nineteen all over again when he first realised he had a crush on Waylen Greengrass.

Forty feet away, a group of Wixen dressed in Winter cloaks gathered in a semi-arc. Harry could hear them humming. They were about to sing. A Christmas Carol! He had never seen one before! His eyes lit up at the prospect of hearing them sing. Of course, Waylen did not miss his reaction and when he followed his gaze, understanding flashed in his eyes.

Grinning, he glanced at Florean Fortescue and gestured to the carol with a tilt of the head. Fortescue snorted in amusement and nodded. He knew that they wouldn't take part in the "dine and dash" phenomenon that caused so much grief to some of his fellow restaurant owners recently.

Florean watched them stop near the Christmas Carol and listened to their songs. It was good. It was nice; he recognized a few muggle songs and enjoyed them as he provided the service for the rest of the customers.

When the two men came back, Mr Fortescue couldn't resist; a mischievous grin appeared on his lips as he pulled out his wand. With a barely suppressed snicker, he aimed the tip of his wand towards the two men talking over a cup of ice cream and whispered an incantation he had gotten from the Weasley twins (those two certainly made Diagon Alley even more lively than it already was before, what with their very popular joke shop). As he serviced the other customers, he kept an eye on the two lovebirds, grinning when he saw Mr Greengrass (he was the younger brother of Lord Greengrass) wrap an arm around the young Potter heir's waist. They made such a cute couple. Florean was not a gossip – at least he had nothing on Rosie- but he had a thing for matchmaking. And he has watched those two circle around each other for a while now. He snorted when they finally noticed the mistletoe hanging above them.

Now, that was a job well done, he thought to himself when he saw Waylen Greengrass lean forward to kiss his partner. He knew they were already together (or something) but they were just so sweet. He smirked when those two exchanged looks full of love and fondness. Merlin, he was getting too old for this.

1/ Yes, Fortescue lives, b*tches! // If you didn't read the books and/or didn't do research, you probably don't know so I'm not going to spoil more for you.

Waylen (Old Norse) = a skilled craftsman.”

18/ Demetri/Harry – Set in "The Midday Snack" (post-story)

Harry was bored like a dead rat. Forks was a small, rainy town and, although some interesting inhabitants were living there... it was still terribly boring. Harry had only been sent there because he could easily pass as a teenager and with his heart still beating, the Cullens wouldn't notice him as easily as they would have if a vampire had suddenly appeared in Forks. Sure, mortals and creatures alike seemed to unconsciously know there was something more to Harry but they were equally entranced and wary of it. Also, from what he had been led to believe, most of the Cullen children were not well-adjusted to some of their senses. Apart from the war veteran – Jasper Whitlock, no one of them had been able to tell that Harry was not a normal human being. Harry wasn't here to cause trouble... not really. He was only here to observe and report information. He could have chosen to not go to Forks but Demetri had been sent to Norway for a tracking job and Harry had become bored. The twins had initially wanted to accompany him but Harry knew that three arrivals (three "kids" without any parental presence) would draw some attention and that's not what they wanted. Sure, you could argue that they could have used magic but they had no idea at the time that the Cullen wouldn't even pick up on anything weird. Still, Harry managed to trick them into going on a small vacation with Felix, with Lord Aro's approval.

School – muggle school- was boring. Harry could barely stand the lustful looks that were sent to him by various students and while he was lucky to fade into the background of the teachers' classrooms, he didn't want to use too much magic so... Unfortunately, he couldn't redirect the students' attention as he did with the teachers. Jessica Stanley was a wonderful source of school gossip, especially when it concerned the Cullens. Harry made sure to look uninterested while listening raptly to her information. For a mortal, Jess was very nice even if she was a little too gossipy for his taste. Still, he and her got along like a house on fire. Harry knew that the Cullens were "muggle" vampires. They had no knowledge of the Magical World which was mind-boggling for Harry. How could have they lived so long and never come across magical Beings? Oh, they probably did but they certainly never realised that there was something off about them. Or didn't bother investigating, so sure in their knowledge of being the Apex Predators of the world they lived in. Was Harry judging them so harshly? Probably but school made him sleepy and he wanted to see Demetri. Still... How could they not realise that Jessica was a Hedgewitch? She didn't have enough magic to be considered a "witch" but she could do rituals – true rituals- and realise Potions. She could also throw some minor curses and spells.

The situation here wasn't great. He was talking about the Cullens, of course. As far as the Volturi were aware, Edward Cullen wanted to wait until their graduation before turning his girlfriend. That's not what Harry learned by going undercover in their school. Oh, the girl was all for the Bite, she might even be the most enthusiastic here. Edward though... Edward was reluctant. Harry knew; he heard them. They weren't as subtle as they wanted to believe. The Master of Death reported everything he found in two-way notebooks – Lord Aro had the second one. At the end of the day, whether Bella was turned or not wasn't his business but he was doing a favour for Aro. So he got the information the vampire wanted and he got to experience the "joy" of Muggle school. Dear Lord, he didn't miss that.

His phone vibrated as soon as he walked through the school's doors and he stopped near the parking lot. With a sigh, he pulled it out of his pocket and took the call even as he excused himself from his group of associates:

"Guys, I know you missed me but would it kill you to wait till I'm out of school?"

"Hello, darling."

Harry's face flushed.

"Oh, hi, Dem."

He glanced around but although he could feel Edward Cullen and Jasper's Hale gazes on him, he knew they didn't recognize the voice. The runes on his phone made any and every voice coming out slightly distorted. Lee and Terence were geniuses in their domains and Runes was their chosen field. Also, he knew that Cullen (Edward) was disturbed to know that there was yet another 'human' he couldn't read. Thankfully, he didn't try to flirt with him so maybe his interest in Isabella Swan was real. It better be; the Volturis would not like it if the vampire had risked their world for a fling.

"Will you be home today?"

"I already am, sweetheart."

Harry's head snapped to the entrance of the parking and a bright smile appeared on his face when he saw who was waiting for him. With a distracted wave destined for Jess, he took off running and jumped into his boyfriend's open arms.

"Hello, darling," Demetri said when Harry pulled away slightly.

Harry giggled and let his partner pull him into a chaste kiss.

"I thought you were still on a job?"

The tracker sighed, burying his nose into dark curls.

"I finished early. I didn't want you to be alone today."

"You remembered?"

Harry didn't know why he was surprised; Demetri remembered every year and every year he did something special for him.

"How could I forget our tenth anniversary?" Demetri asked, playfully indignant.

Together, they left the parking, leaving behind a bunch of bewildered Cullens. Who was this kid exactly? And how did he manage to fall through the cracks? He didn't register as anything but human but clearly, he wasn't if he had been with the Tracker for ten years. The last thing he saw was Rosalie Hale (one of the coolest Cullens at school even if she was a bit of a bitch) dragging her boyfriend and 'twin brother' away from a wild-looking Edward Cullen.

Once they were home, Harry dropped his school bag at the entrance of his house and he took off his shoes. Demetri followed after him, taking off his shoes as well. He let Harry drag him into the living room and sat down on the faded orange couch. He sighed in contentment when Harry perched himself in his lap.

"Tired, honey?" the vampire whispered to his ear.

Harry nodded. He had no idea why he was so exhausted but he thought it might have been to the forced socialization. He liked talking to people. Really, he did but... he didn't like being forced to talk to strangers and he might have been to Forks High School for a couple of weeks now (eight, going on nine weeks!) but he did not really know those kids.

He closed his eyes, humming in happiness when Demetri stroked his back. His hands were cold but Harry had long since gotten used to it.

He blinked awake when something was carefully dropped on his head.

"Uh?"

"I got you something from my trip. One of the women I was getting information from loves making flower crowns. She made this one with mistletoe," Demetri told him when Harry gently grabbed the crown to inspect it.

"It's cute," he said, grinning at his lover. "Thank you."

Demetri nodded and leaned forward to kiss him. It was gentle, very chaste. They had all the time in the world to get dirty later. For now, they would enjoy close proximity and Harry would cuddle his boyfriend.

19/ Flavio Nicoletti (OMC)/Harry {for @Daniela_Riddle2004 (from my KHR x HP series "Of Unlikely Friendship [...]") -

• If TNHP was not the pairing chosen and Harry had gone to the Yule Ball with Flavio (original male character).

The Hall was packed with a bunch of late arrivals. The Yule Ball was supposed to start in ten minutes and all the students (non-Champions) and guests should have already been inside the Great Hall. From his hiding place at the top of the stairs, Harry watched them advance in groups. Two minutes passed, then another five. It was almost time. If he waited any longer, McGonagall would arrive and scold him for being late. The Hall was now empty, saved for the Champions and their partners. His date was waiting for him at the entrance of the Hall, he noticed. Minister Nicoletti looked very handsome though, to be fair, he was always handsome, Harry thought with a blush.

The boy took a deep breath and walked down the stairs. He heard Hermione talk to the Italian minister, asking him why he was waiting here and not in the Great Hall with the rest of the schools and guests. Before he could answer though, Fleur noticed and gasped before a small squeal left her lips:

"Oh, Harry! You're so handsome."

There was a teasing edge in her voice and Harry grinned nervously as he approached the group of Wixen.

They were staring but Harry only dared to risk a glance at his date. Minister Nicoletti – Flavio, as he asked to be called by him- looked stunned but he composed himself quickly.

"Hadrian," he greeted him, taking a step forward, before bowing. "You look gorgeous."

The young Sky smiled, his cheeks heating up, especially when the older man took his smaller hand in his and grazed a kiss on the back of his hand.

Cho Chang and Hermione gaped at the scene. Harry did not spare them a glance. It wasn't even out of spite; he was just too nervous to look around. Also, he may have not been able to keep his gaze away from the Italian man. It wasn't his fault! Mr Nicolett – Flavio- was too good-looking for Hadrian's well-being.

He giggled when the older man offered him his arm and ignored Hermione's insistent looks. The raven-haired boy slipped his hand in the crook of the Minister's arm and glanced at his partner.

"Please, don't be so nervous, Hadrian. Everything will be just fine."

Feeling oddly flustered, the young Sky nodded and let Flavio lead him to the other Champions.

"Harry-" Hermione started but she was interrupted by the arrival of the Deputy Headmistress.

Professor McGonagall came to a halt once she was in front of Diggory and Chang. Harry tried very hard to not grin when McGonagall cut herself off when she saw who was standing with him. He shouldn't be amused but it was so entertaining to watch.

"Uh, we're–... They are waiting for us," she finally managed to say, tearing her eyes off the Boy-Who-lived and the Italian Minister for Magic.

She made sure the Champions and their dates were all lined up before turning around to lead the way.

"I'm grateful you offered to accompany me, sir," Harry started as the group started to walk towards the Great Hall.

"I seem to remember telling you to use my name," the older man teased him.

Harry blushed. Right. He did – a couple of times actually.

"And I should be the one to thank you. I'm very grateful you accepted my invitation," the man continued in his native tongue.

Hadrian was positive his face was a nice shade of red by now. Stupid hormone. He shouldn't been flustered from hearing the man speak in Italian. He never had that kind of reaction to hearing others speak in Italian (or other languages). But then again... They weren't Flavio.

The teen ducked his head and replaced a wild streak of hair behind his right ear.

And then, they were inside the Great Hall. He kept his gaze firmly ahead although he did see Theo, Terence and the Weasley twins wave at him. He waved back and ignored everything else because, the moment they entered the Great Hall, there was a hushed silence and the sound of people gasping. Then, a murmur went across the room and he could feel eyes on him. Flavio squeezed his arms briefly and before long, they reached their table. Grazie a Dio!

Harry tried not to giggle when the older man went behind him to push the chair for him. He knew Nicoletti was a gentleman. It still made him flustered to see him act that way.

Dinner was... something. Hermione tried to question him a couple of times but Krum distracted her soon enough. Flavio entertained the dinner with some polite conversations and even grinned when he was talking business with Chang. Let's be honest; those two looked like sharks at that moment.

Before long though, dinner was done and it was time to open the Ball with the first dance.

Hadrian took a shaky breath and stood up, smiling gratefully at Flavio when the man grabbed his hand again. He led him to the dance floor, at a respectable distance from the others and put a hand on his waist.

"It's okay," the older man said when he saw Hadrian glance at their feet. "Don't look down."

He knew but he couldn't help it. It wasn't the first time he went to a Ball and had to dance but while he usually went as the Heir to the Carcassa Famiglia and as a kid close to the Vongola 10^th Generation, he didn't usually have the attention of the entire room focused on him and his date. Hell, he never had a 'date' before.

Persian eyes stared back at him when he raised his head again.

"Sorry."

He was about to say something else but he didn't have the time; the only warning he got before they were moving was a light squeeze on his waist.

Much later that evening, after his friends stole many dances with him – Flavio was not mad, if anything, he looked amused- his partner led him outside of the Great Hall to get some fresh air. They stopped near the gardens. Harry grinned when he noticed a bouquet of mistletoe hanging near them and he deliberately walked there to sit on the bench. Flavio followed after him without a second thought. His hand rested on Hadrian's back until they stopped walking and when Harry sat down, the older man followed his example. He too, was well aware of the mischievous plant hanging above them.

The Sky Flames user almost sighed, pouting when he noticed the lack of barrier surrounding them.

"I thought it was the twins' mistletoe but turns out it's not."

Flavio chuckled. He had heard all about the Weasley twins' infamous Magical Mistletoe running rampant at Hogwarts. Not that the twins publicly revendicated the Mistletoe as their invention – they didn't want detention for the rest of the year. Still, everybody knew it was them.

"May I kiss you, Hadrian?"

Harry didn't gape at him but it was a close call. Instead, he blinked at the man and licked his lips nervously.

Then, he nodded shyly:

"Please."

The older man smirked, obviously pleased and gently cupped Harry's face with his hands. Hadrian let the man take control of the situation – he had never kissed anyone before and he had no idea what he was supposed to do. When a mouth covered his own, he felt his lips part slightly in surprise. The kiss remained chaste and soon, Flavio released him but Harry stared at him, dazed. Kissing was... strange but not unpleasant. If anything... it left Harry breathless... in a good way.

"I would very much like to court you when you're 16. Is that something you find appealing?"

Harry nodded, lips twitching. He already knew his answer before he said it out loud:

"Yes. I'd like that."

Nothing was definite. If they changed their mind or if it didn't work out later, it would be fine but... Hadrian wouldn't mind trying.

"Could you kiss me again, please?" he asked rather shyly.

"Certainly," Flavior replied, his voice lowering to a gruff, attractive tone.

Before he kissed him though, the Italian man noticed something on Hadrian's sleeve and his smirk widened. He made a grab for it, crushing the beetle between his fingers before throwing its lifeless body on the ground.

Then, he leaned forward and ravished his boy's lips again. This time though, the kiss was more filthy. Hopefully, Hadrian's parents wouldn't be too mad.

Quite honestly though? Flavio didn't give a fuck at the moment. He had his boy right where he wanted him.

Christmas was about to be extraordinary indeed this year. His fortune teller had been correct, for once.

"Again," Hadrian whispered against his lips.

"So demanding," Flavio commented although he loved it.

Needless to say, he obeyed. What could he say? He was weak for a pretty boy like Hadrian Potter.

Posté le: 25 décembre 2023