Title: Holiday Rush: Part 6 (A green eyed snake and his prey) Characters: In order of appearance (or reference): Harry, Terry B, Blaise Z, Charlie, Neville, Ron, Draco Oliver, Dennis Rating: PG Word Count: 100 x 5
NOTE: This is a HP Rare pair series, so you won’t find Harry/Ron, Ron/Herminone, Snape/Harry (Snape/anyone actually) and who winds up with who will be revealed as we go along. Summary: Harry had been there, done that and was bored. Disclaimer: These stories are based on characters and situations created and owned by: Harry Potter: JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc
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He didn’t mind this sort of attention, he thought as he shrugged off his robe. Harry smirked as Boot eyed him. Terry had always liked him in a wife-beater and worn through denims. It was too bad that the Ravenclaw could only appreciate the muscles and not other things Harry could offer. Terry was better off with Zabini, he knew. Harry had been there, done that, and been bored limp.
He’d had many men and none of them had been a good fit: too dull, or too jaded. Until, he’d seen that flash of silk.
Now to claim his boy.
Jostling past Ron and Draco, who were trying to swallow each other whole, Harry made a line for the table and his prize. And what in the Hell were Charlie and Neville playing at, he wondered? He knew someone who was not going to be pleased at that. Two someones, he corrected, as he slid in the booth.
“Oliver! Thanks for inviting me.” Harry turned his gaze on his seatmate. “My my, Dennis, aren’t you pretty?” Signaling the waitress, he grinned at the Keeper. “You can go get your man. Dennis is in good hands.”
Now he could have fun.
“Oliver’s not happy.” Dennis observed sadly.
“Ah, don’t worry Little Bit. I know for a fact that Neville isn’t interested. He prefers much more commanding partners.” Command being the operative word, Harry thought. “They’ll sort it out. Right now we have better things to talk about.”
“Like what?” The cheek and challenge in that grin made Harry’s cock stir.
“Like how Oliver thinks you need someone to look after you, and how I’m the wizard for that job.”
“How would you know that?”
“Research.” Harry smirked. “I know lots about you, including what you like to wear under your robes.”
“Research”, Dennis repeated. “Do I want to know?”
“Nothing to fret about, just the right questions to the right people; the ones who know you and want you to be happy,” like Luna, Dean and Oliver. Especially Oliver, he amended.
“And what do you know?” There was mischief in his eyes now, and Harry knew he’d met his match.
“You don’t eat Beef, you don’t like the taste. You were following Colin around in school not me, you think Hagrid’s lonely.” Harry then whispered, “And you’re wearing silk stockings under your robe. Pity you have to buy them for yourself.”
“How did you know that?” Dennis asked, flustered.
Harry didn’t know if the pink tinge on those cheeks was from embarrassment or anger, either way he liked it. “I caught a glimpse when I was walking by the ladder doing research for a case. I never pictured you as a Librarian before.”
“You’ve pictured me.” Dennis stammered.
“Oh yes!” Harry snaked an arm around Dennis, his fingers finding the nape of the neck and exploring there. “I’ve imagined your legs, your pretty mouth, as mine for the taking.”