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Getting Harry Potter	By : DameOfSlytherin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 24717 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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So, this is a new fic and I've been wondering if anyone would even read it. So this a feeler to see if there is any interest out there for this. Also, I have no idea who I pair Harry with, I'm almost sure its a slytherin but I'm not sure about much else. I'm going to keep working on it but if I don't get any feedback I think I'll discontinue. I stop at wierd places and if there is anything that needs fixed, let me know.
A party of sorts was being held at the Potter manner. Supposedly, Lord Potter finally decided to marry off his only son. All eligible gentlemen were invited to attend and it was an honor to receive the thick, creamy, elegant invitation written by the sweet Lady Potter. The party was a week-long event, holding a formal dinner, picnics on the grounds, games, a ball, and a masquerade.
The Malfoys were very much excited, they had once been friends with the Potters but the rivalry of the light and dark magics had divided them for many a year. Finally, with the rivalry out of the way the two families could reunite and be ‘friends’ again. The Malfoys didn’t really claim friends publicly, they just had really well-known acquaintances. The young Malfoy heir, Draco, was tall, broad, and had a strong face, not quite a replica of his father. Lady Malfoy would not be attending but then again, she never went anywhere with the two Malfoy men.
Theodore Nott and his mother were attending, his father being called away on ministry business. Theodore was short and stocky, his face a masculine version of his attractive mother’s. He had never met the Potter family, being on the dark side of the rivalry, but he had heard of their financial success and their legendary looks.
Blaise Zabini would be attending alone. His mother had just married husband number seven and they were getting to know each other better, in a bed, in Rome. Blaise was tall and lithe, thin but defined. He was of a dark complexion and eyes, his family was more than happy on the dark side of things but decided to follow the Dark Lord’s order and bridge the gap between the sides.
The Dark Lord, Lord Marvolo, would be attending himself. He had no need of the Potter family’s generous invitation but decided it would benefit him to attend and possibly find a future marital partner. He was very tall, pale, and handsome. His hair and eyes were a chocolate brown and his nose strong. He had a ‘guard’ that was there for ‘his protection’.
Multiple Weasley boys would be attending. The most noteworthy being William and Charlie Weasley. William being a world-class curse breaker and Charlie being the best dragon handler known to human-kind. It was said he could handle any fire breathing dragon around. Both men were tall, with baby blue eyes. Charlie had deep red hair, darker than any of his siblings, his build was that of a tree, thick and unmovable. Bill had fire red hair and was lithe and thinly muscled.
Neville Longbottom was attending with his grandmother. He was a herbologist, working with some of the most dangerous plants around. Neville had a strong face with green eyes, he was cowed under his grandmother’s tight rein. His parents had died in a broom accident when he was ten.
The party was set to commence in three days time but it was customary for guest to begin arriving days early. The Potters didn’t mind and simply kept their young son hidden away till all guests arrived. IT was whispered that he was a great beauty, that just seeing him would make any man fall in love. It was going to be a fantastic time for all…
The day the gathering begins…
“James, is everybody here? Oh, what if our Harry doesn’t find anybody?” Lily Potter stood wringing her hands. Her red hair fell in waves down her back and her gold gown swished as she turned on the spot.
“It will be fine, Lily, you worry too much. Our son is good looking, funny, smart… Lily he’ll be married before you know it and you’ll be wishing he was back home again,” James ran his hands up and down his wife’s arms, rubbing the tension from her. She threw herself into his arms, burying her face in his neck. She missed the dark look that passed over his face, she missed how his eyes darkened and his brow furrowed.
“It’s not that I don’t want our baby with us but what if he never finds someone as his own, what if he never has what we have? All these men will be able to see how special our sweet Harry is and they will want to take him from us. But I won’t mind so much if I know he is loved. And maybe, if they love him enough, they’ll bring him back more often than most husbands,” Lily’s voice shook and she clutched her husband’s jacket sleeves.
“Hush, Lily-Flower, it’ll be fine. It will all work itself out so that we can all be happy. Now, all we are waiting on is Lord Marvolo but he sent a note saying he would be a while and to start without him. Do you want to go get Harry ready?” James stroked his wife’s hair and pulled back from her embrace.
“Oh, Harry just seems so nervous about this whole thing. Maybe you should do it James, he’s been glaring at me ever since he found out it was my idea,” Lily frowned at her husband. He nodded and kissed her forehead.
Harry’s rooms were in the family’s private wing and was only four doors from his parents’ rooms. When James entered the room he saw Harry curled up with a book, sitting on his window seat, deeply engrossed. Harry was petite, small and lightweight. His skin was a healthy pale and his eyes were large, a forest green. James had once tried to make Harry manlier but that didn’t really work. His child was just always going to be this ethereal creature. As James walked in, the room gave a tingle, telling him his son had wards up. It was confirmed when Harry looked up at him and smiled, his full red mouth stretching into a happy smile.
“Hello Harry,” James braced himself as his son flew into his arms, tightening his arms around the young man’s shoulder.
“Father, don’t make me do it. I saw them arriving, there are so many and I don’t know any of them! Why can’t I remain single forever, I mean I’ve got you and Mother, what more could I need,” Harry’s face lifted towards his father and James was hard pressed not to take that delicious mouth with his own.
James had a dirty little secret and he shared it only with one other. James wanted his son, in the dirtiest, kinkiest way possible. His little boy had grown up into this innocent, sexy, alluring creature and all James wanted to do was stick his cock in Harry’s every orifice. Ever since Lily had come up with this idea of a party, Harry had grown more attached to James and had taken to throwing himself at James whenever possible, sticking to his father like glue and James reveled in it. His Harry wanted only him, and he bet that if he went slowly enough Harry would let James fuck him six ways to Sunday. The thought alone nearly sent James into orgasmic convulsions. It didn’t help that James was pretty sure Harry didn’t even know what sex was, or an orgasm. The thoughts running through his mind…
“Oh Harry, I don’t want you to go either but your mother wants to ensure you’re loved. She doesn’t want you lonely and single,” James ran his hand through Harry’s wild, short locks and imagined gripping them as he rammed down his son’s tight throat.
“But I’ve got you and that means I’ll never be lonely,” Harry pushed his body father into his father’s and giggled at the funny sound his Father made.
“Come Harry, we’ll get through this week and then we can talk in more detail about what you want to do,” James led his son over to the wardrobe and began flinging things about. In the end they decided on a white dress shirt, black slack and vest, and a dark emerald robe. Harry wouldn’t wear shoes but that was just because Harry really doesn’t like to wear shoes. James sat on the bed and watched as his sons lithe little body was revealed to him. When Harry had to wiggle a bit to get his current trousers off his firm ass, James bit his lips and covertly tried to readjust himself. When Harry was ready he turned to his father to see a pained expression on James’ face.
“Are you alright?” Harry walked forward and placed and hand on his father’s brow. It wasn’t hot to the touch. James grabbed Harry’s hand and began to lead him out of the door.
“Come Harry, time to greet our guests,” James made sure his deep blue robes hid his erection as he walked.
“Draco, do stop fidgeting, it’s not becoming,” Lucius Malfoy gave his son a baleful glance and Draco pulled his hands from his cravat and straightened his back.
“Sorry Father, I only worry that they hid him away for some deformity,” Draco turned towards his father and quirked a brow. His pale blond hair was much shorter than his father’s but it was also tied back in a queue.
“They would not be having this party if he was not up to scratch, Draco, it wouldn’t do to make a fuss of something unsightly. They must simply want to make an appearance. Ah, see, I was correct,” Lucius turned towards the doorway where James Potter had just stepped through. The man’s dark hair fell into his eyes as the occupants turned towards him.
“My son, Harry, he is somewhat shy, so forgive us. Please enjoy,” James moved from the door and Draco’s breath almost caught in his throat. Harry was small, much shorter than Draco and his eyes were so very green. The smaller man’s hair was in his face and he had to look up through his bangs to see everybody. His slim hand rose to push the hair away and immediately strands fell back, but his line of sight was clear.
“Draco, really, I do believe you’ve found something you like,” Lucius cast his son a sideways look and was bemused to see his proud child transfixed by the petite creature in the doorway.
“I believe I’ll keep him, Father,” Draco twirled his glass idly in his hand and considered how he would go about gaining the younger man’s attention.
“It looks like they all think to keep him, be prepared to pull out a few stops, he’ll be worth it,” Lucius could admire the sweet boy in front of him but his preference had always run towards women. “I would not mind meeting him first before you marry him Draco.”
“Father! Really,” Draco moved away to get a better angle on Harry.
“Father, they are all looking at me like I’m a piece of meat. Make them stop,” Harry lifted his head towards his much taller father, baring his pale throat to the room of young males. James only chuckled. He’d known all these men would be interested in his son and was going to subtly push it into his wife’s mind that they’d be much too possessive to let Harry move from the wedding bed once he married.
“Why don’t we go see your mother, she is standing with a woman that I believe is Lady Nott,” James gently steered his son to a chaise on the far side of the room. “We can’t start there and work our way to others, hm?”
“Oh, Harry, love, you look so handsome. James, doesn’t our son put you to shame? I tell you, Lady Nott, it is joy to dress Harry, he has so many good color choices,” Lily pulled Harry’s head down to hers and kissed his cheek. He pulled back slowly so as not to let anyone know he was mad at his mother. “Harry this is Lady Nott and her son, Theodore.”
“Hello, Lady and Mr. Nott. It is a pleasure to meet you,” Harry bowed over the lady’s hand and almost blushed crimson when Theodore bowed over his.
“Please, call me Theo. It sounds much better than something as appallingly formal as Mr. Nott,” Theo was thrilled at this turn of events. Harry was better looking than any legend of the Potter looks and Theo decided he would have Harry. Harry would be his, forever.
“Really, Mr. Nott, that’s entirely inappropriate,” James was seething inside, he could see the want on the boy’s face, he desired James’ Harry! It was not to be allowed. He almost growled aloud upon seeing the Malfoy men making their way to the gathering.
“Forgive me, Lord Potter. I simply believe that Harry and I are to become close and seeing as this is a small gathering, I believed it best to get to know your son,” Theo bowed at the waist but inside he was cursing James to the very deepest depths of Hell.
“That may be but at this time it is not appropriate,” James turned to Lucius Malfoy and gave a vaguely genuine smile. “Lucius, it has been years.”
“It has, James, and you managed to snag a magnificent wife while we were parted. And had a lovely son, how do you do, Harry? If I may call you that,” Lucius bent towards Harry in a bow and smirked when Harry gave him a wide smile that he’d denied Nott. Harry responded before James could.
“Of course, Lord Malfoy, it’s an honor to have you in our home,” Harry tilted his head to the side and gave a shy smile to the patriarch. He turned wide-eyed when Lucius motioned Draco forward and sent a questioning glance to his father. At his nod, he beamed at Draco. “Hello.”
“This is my son Draco, I hope you may become as close to him as I was to your father at your age,” Harry nodded and blushed when Draco kissed the back of his hand.
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