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Alpha	By : bookworm810 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 52137 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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CHAPTER 2 - RETURN TO HOGWARTS

Harry couldn't help but smirk to himself the rest of the train ride. Apparently, he hadn't silenced the door to the lavatory when he locked it, and while his initial notion that Lavender's scream of ecstasy could be heard by the whole train proved to be an exaggeration more than a few did. Those students told other students, and soon it seemed very upper year on board knew that Harry was the first student in the year to get some pussy, with the rather attractive miss Lavender Brown, in the lavatory before they'd even arrived at school. It wasn't a record (that honour still went to Sirius' maternal uncle, Alphard Black, who in his sixth year some fifty-two years ago got it on with girl from the Prewitt family some twenty minutes after the Hogwarts Express left the London station), but it was still considered rather damn impressive as far as his year mates were concerned.

As a result, for the rest of the trip Harry was subjugated to leering congratulations and envious glances from his fellow sixth year doms who all for reasons better left unsaid seemed compelled to seek Harry out and find out if the rumours they were hearing up and down the train were true. This was of course coupled by the awed looks on some of the younger years faces - mostly fifth years who were already getting impatient for when it would be their turn to enter their 'courting year' to use one of the more polite terms used. And of course, speculative looks subs who were now obviously making up excuses to come and talk to him were giving him. If Harry's position as an Alpha, combined with his being the heir to two Noble Houses and his captainship on the Gryffindor Quidditch team hadn't already made him a popular choice it seemed Lavender's obviously pleased reaction was all the extra publicity he needed.

Now that his hormones had subsided for the moment, Harry could admit to himself that it found all the attention he was getting kind of funny, and somewhat gratifying. He wasn't the ego manic that Sirius and Remus (mostly Remus) had told him his father was in his youth, but Harry certainly didn't mind a little attention thrown his way.

Even Hermione trying to lecture him on his lack of patience couldn't detract from his good mood for the rest of the trip, especially when it was obvious that her heart wasn't in it. And there was no doubt in Harry's mind as to why, considering the longing sideways glances she was throwing at Ron during said lecture that almost made Harry laugh out loud. Apparently Little Miss Prefect wasn't quite as unaffected by the rampant hormones that their year was effected by as she tried to pretend. Too bad Ron was too busy watching Harry with an expression that was half-impressed/half-jealous. If the dom had made his interest clearer to their sub best-friend right then, Harry would have bet that there was a real chance of Hermione letting Ron find them an empty lavatory for themselves right then. Oh well, his loss. Hopefully his somewhat oblivious friend would learn to pay more attention within the next few weeks, or Hermione might find her work cut out for her.

Now, the train ride was over and Harry was waiting over by the carriages. Hermione had insisted she and Ron, as prefects, help the first years that may be scared and not know where to go. Ron had started to object that they couldn't bloody miss Hagrid, who was should far more than head and shoulders above even the tallest seventh year and was calling out in a voice loud enough to be heard from one end of the station to the other for the said first years to come over to him. Hermione had dragged him off anyway, to the amusement of Harry who promised to save the three a carriage. Sub or not, it was already abundantly clear who would hold all the power in that relationship.

"Harry." A vaguely familiar voice suddenly said from behind the alpha, startling Harry before he turned around to see who was there. He got the feeling that he better get used to people sneaking up behind him this year if today was any indication.

Getting over his surprise and turning around, Harry found himself looking at Ernie McMillan, the sixth year male Hufflepuff Prefect. And if Harry remembered correctly, one of the seven male subs in their year.

"McMi… Ernie." Harry started to say before he switched over to the Hufflepuff's first name. He'd almost forgotten the unspoken rule about calling all year mates their first names during courting year. It wasn't included in the Rules of Etiquette, but everyone agreed that calling someone that it was entirely possible you would screw six ways to Sunday by their last name was extremely rude. "How are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm doing just fine Harry, thank you for asking." Ernie said, smirking like he knew a wonderful secret Harry didn't. "But I'm hoping I could entice you to make me feel even better. What do you say the two of us ride a carriage up to the school together?"

'Well, that was quick.' Harry thought, surprised that he would be approached again so soon after Lavender. And there was no doubt about what Ernie was insinuating, if the look in his eyes wasn't enough the exaggerated wagging of his eyebrows told Harry everything. The idea wasn't what you would call objectionable to Harry, like a lot of wizards he was equally attracted to boys as well as girls (when you can have children with either, it seems nature likes to give you a little push to keep your options open). And Ernie, for all Harry felt he could at times be a little pompous and too quick to pass judgements on others, was certainly not unappealing. Harry would be quite happy to have a go at that ass.

However…

"Haven't you heard the story about Yellowbelly and Brocklehurst, Ernie?" Harry asked.

Ernie frowned. "I thought that was just that, a story…"

"It's not, my Godfathers were in their fourth year when it happened. They were riding only two carriages behind and got quite the eyeful." Harry said, trying not to laugh at the look on Ernie's face.

Harry had to admit, he understood Ernie's disbelief on the matter. He would have thought it was just an urban legend too, if Sirius and Remus hadn't sworn on their Marauder Honour that they really saw it happen (actually, if it was just Sirius he probably still wouldn't have believed it, but Remus was a different matter). How Liam Yellowbelly and Katherine Brocklehurst had been fucking in one of the carriages on the way up to school, when they apparently got a little too enthusiastic. So enthusiastic, that they ended up tipping the carriage over! Luckily the two were alright, mostly, as were the very unhappy Thestrals pulling said carriage. However, they did manage to both fall out, bare butt naked, in front of the rest of the parade of carriages that were forced to stop behind them. To add insult to injury, fate it seemed had also seen fit to drop them in the middle of a patch of poison ivy, which of course managed to get in the most interesting places.

To this day, Sirius swears he doesn't know if he should laugh or just feel sorry for the poor bastards. And to this day, as far as Harry knew, no student had been willing try and have sex in the carriages again for fear that history would repeat itself. From the look on Ernie's face now that he knew the story was true, he didn't look much like he would be willing to break that tradition either. Which was quite a disappointment really. Harry wasn't feeling so overwhelmingly horny any more, but that certainly didn't mean he didn't want what Ernie had offered. Hmm, maybe…

"Do you have any prefect duties after the feast tonight?" Harry asked, trying to prompt Ernie in the direction he was hoping to boy would go. He already knew the answer, having been told by Hermione and Ron who had the same prefect duties. Hopefully Ernie would guess at what Harry was hinting at, otherwise there may be no hope for the boy.

Fortunately, it seemed Ernie was quick enough - or randy enough anyway - to guess where Harry was going as the leering smirk was back on his face in a instant.

"Oh, no, the fifth years are looking after the younger students tonight. Us sixth year prefects get to relax. Would you like to meet up after the feast and do something together."

The boy's attempts to be subtle about this were beyond pitiful, but who cared? Here was his chance to get laid again tonight.

"I'd like that." Harry said with an answering grin, just as he saw Ron and Hermione head over. "I'll see you after the feast Ernie."

Smirking like he had just won a huge prize, Ernie nodded and walked - more like swaggered - off to where Harry could see a couple of other Hufflepuff sixth years gathered.

"McMillan, Harry?" Ron asked quietly as they got into the carriage Harry had saved. "I thought you had more taste than that?"

"Ron!" Hermione objected. "Ernie's very nice, he's a prefect, he was tenth overall in our year last year, he…"

"He's a pompous idiot, and he'll turn on a person at the drop of a hat." Ron interrupted. "Remember second year, Harry?"

Of course Harry remembered second year, the year that it got out that Harry was a paselmouth (an ability that to this day Harry still had no idea where it came from). And somehow, in Ernie's mind, that got turned around into Harry being a dark wizard who could not be trusted. He had a good percentage of their year believing him too, until somebody had the good sense to point out that Minister Riddle was also a paselmouth and no would dare call him evil with how much good he'd done for the wizarding world.

"Yes, well he did apologise for that." Hermione said after a moment. "And that that was nearly four years ago, Ron, I'm sure he's grown up since then."

Ron's snort clearly said he'd believe it when he saw it.

Harry, however, agreed with Hermione. They'd all grown up a lot since they'd started school. He wasn't going to let past mistakes stop him from getting to know his year mates better as they were now. With four mate spots to try and fill, he couldn't really afford to be prejudiced about this, no matter how desirable an alpha might seem to his year mates at the moment.

"Hermione's right Ron, he has grown up, we all have." Harry said. "How much so, we'll just have to see. Besides, we have one scheduled fuck, I'm not exactly proposing just yet. Relax would you. How were the first years?"

Ron rolled his eyes, but there was the slightest smile on his face as he allowed the subject change. "I wouldn't know, I didn't really see any. It was like they all mysteriously disappeared in the direction of the very large half-giant calling out 'first years over here'. It was amazing, how they seemed to know to do that all on their own, without any big brave prefects to hold their hands for them."

"Alright already!" Hermione said loudly, trying for annoyed but Harry and Ron had been friends with her for long enough to see the glimmer amusement in her eye. "They really didn't need any help from us. You were right, I was wrong, happy? You better be, because we both know it will be a long time before I say that again."

Now Harry was laughing at the only partly faked annoyance in Ron's expression.

The carriage ride to the castle was blissfully short after spending all day stuck on the train, even if Harry (and several carriages back, Lavender) was feeling in much better spirits that most due to the quickie in the bathroom, and in what seemed like no time at Harry was back at the beautiful castle that had become his second home over the last several years. The Great Hall pre-Welcoming Feast was just the same as always, cheerfully lit and extremely loud, as various students spoke over each other to greet whatever friends they'd missed on the train (which considering the fact that the bloody train ride was eight hours long said quite clearly to Harry, or anyone else with a brain for that matter, that they weren't exactly looking very hard), tried to snag the best seats and - in the case of the upper years - flirted with whatever dom-slash-sub caught their attention at that moment.

Shaking his head at the sheer madness of it all, Harry sat down next to Ron (Hermione was on Ron's other side) and looked around. Might as well see what everyone else was up to the pass the time until the sorting.

Dean and Seamus sat a couple of seats down from Hermione, sitting very close to each other. Close, as in Seamus was half on Dean's lap, and from the look of it would cheerfully climb the on the rest of the way if there wasn't the risk of bringing the wrath of McGonagall - or worse, Snape-Riddle - down on him. The two were pretty amusing to watch actually, both so mutual protective and jealous of each other. With how Seamus was glaring at any sub that dared to come too to close his Dean, while Dean was watching all nearby doms with barely concealed suspicion. Both were totally over reacting anyway. Any dom that dared approach Seamus, even if they somehow survived the wrath of Dean, Seamus would cheerfully castrate anyway, and vice versa. Simply put, no one was desperate enough, not to mention dumb enough, to try. Besides the two were so cute together that over half the school was already rooting for them anyway. Almost directly across the table from the duo sat Lavender and Parvati sat with their head together, giggling madly. Gossiping obviously, and from the looks they kept sending his way, Harry was willing to bet he knew what they were gossiping about. Oh well, at least if the amazed and slightly hungry look Parvati was sending him was any indication Lavender was doing a good job of boosting his reputation. Something told him that Parvati would be approaching him in the near future, it was almost a pity he already had plans for the night. Oh well, the year had only just began after all. Glancing down the table in the other direction, Harry almost winced when he spotted Colin Creevey chatting excitedly with a couple of his year mates and brandishing his dreaded camera. Not for the first time that day, Harry made a mental note to find out whether Creevey had had said camera with him when he found Harry wanking in the lavatory. Harry might be open to a lot of things, but his fifth year stalker having not-so-borderline pornographic pictures of him in his possession? Yeah, that was so not on. Hopefully he could talk Creevey into giving him any pictures (and the negatives, just to be safe), but if that didn't work he may just have to play dirty. He was the son and godson of the Marauders after all.

Taking his mind of Creevey for now, Harry glanced over to see if anything interesting was happening over at the other tables.

Things at the Hufflepuff table were a little rowdy. Zacharias Smith, by some fluke of nature, turned out to be the only male dom in Hufflepuff that year, and as such was obviously trying to flaunt his 'status' by flirting with every sub in his house. Too bad for him, he somehow failed to notice how unimpressed most of said subs were. Oh sure, Megan Jones looked mildly interested in what he had to say. However, Hannah Abbot was slowing edging farer and farer away from the boy, Justin Finch-Fletchley kept throwing him increasingly disgusted looks after the dom apparently said something stupid, and Ernie was ignoring him completely to keep looking over at Harry with a smug look on his face. Sally Ann Perks, another sub, was conversing with Susan Bones the only female dom in their year, but Harry could tell even from here that there was nothing sexual between the two of them. He spared a moment to wonder how Susan would handle the year. Female doms were generally not much sort after, sadly. Sirius' mother was a rare female dom, Harry knew. Even rarer, she was a female dom who choose a male sub, meaning that Sirius had the dubious honour of having his father as his 'mother'. It was far more common to have a lesbian pair when the dom was female. Hmm, now there was a hot thought.

Ravenclaw was as Harry more or less expected it to be. Sue Li, Mandy Brocklehurst, Lisa Turpin, Padma Patil, and a slightly embarrassed looking Kevin Entwhistle - all subs - were gossiping away happily while taking occasional long looks at the various doms in their house. Said doms were sitting not so far away, and their eyes never seemed to leave the subs. Obviously the old Ravenclaw adage of always study first was in full swing over at the Ravenclaw table, seeing as the too groups seemed disinclined to get too close to each other at the moment. Well, mostly anyway. Terry Boot and Stephen Cornfoot, who were sitting a little bit apart from their fellow sixth year Ravenclaws and seemed to have no problem getting close. Well, Stephen seemed to have no problem getting close anyway, if his leering glances and wondering hands were any indication. Terry was bright red in the face from all the attention, clearly embarrassed, but he wasn't moving away or trying to stop the boy either. Harry hadn't known those two were already a couple, as Stephen's actions seemed to be saying. Funny how Terry, who if Harry remembered correctly was the sub, didn't seem to be the one making the first moves here. Oh well, none of his business. Terry might be embarrassed but he also clearly liked the attention considering how he was almost unconsciously leaning into Stephen's caresses. Terry was a muggleborn after all, so maybe he was just feeling a bit shy about the whole thing as many muggleborns were at the start of sixth year. Most got over it by the time Christmas arrived, and if they were still having problems the school councillor was always there to listen to whatever worries they were having.

And finally there was Slytherin table. The house of the cunning. So it was no wonder that when Harry looked over he found all the Slytherin sixth years sitting more or les together, and that there was a lot of subtle flirting going on. Well, mostly subtle anyway. Gregory Goyle's attempts at flirting with Millicent Bulstrode weren't exactly 'subtle' as most people would call it, though for Goyle sorry Gregory maybe it was. The boy wasn't exactly the brightest kid in school or anything. Either way, Millicent seemed to be soaking up the attention happily, she wasn't exactly the prettiest girl in the school and she was definitely on the bigger side. She probably didn't expect to have too many suitors this year, so even a hopelessly obvious one like Gregory no doubt seemed wonderful to have so early in the year. At the very end of the group sat Draco Malfoy. Draco was in the opposite situation from Zacharias, in that he was the only male sub in Slytherin. At this point, Harry still couldn't figure out how Draco felt about that. Everyone who had been at the Ritual of Self knew how Lucius Malfoy felt about having a sub for a son, but Draco never gave any indication either way of how he felt about it. He still wasn't giving anything way, as he sat there with the Malfoy version of a blank look - aka, the sneering stare as in everything around them was beneath them - as he like Harry seemed to be examining the Hall and it occupants, completely ignoring the flirting attempts the rest of his house was getting up to.

Overall, there were actually quite a few more subs than doms in their year, which was considered unusual as the numbers usually rounded to be being pretty equal. Still, it wasn't unheard of. Not to mention they had an Alpha in the year who would need at least four subs, plus there were three doms still single from last year. Things would probably work out fine in the end, and even if there was a case where someone graduated without a partner there were other options open to finding one. Arranged marriages were rare now days, but in those circumstances were considered completely acceptable. There was also a fairly well known 'dating service' that some enterprising muggleborn set up several years ago that was slowing growing in popularity.

Harry had barely turned his eyes away from the Slytherin table when the doors to the Great Hall opened and McGonagall walked in, the first years following her like so many robe wearing little ducklings. The sorting that year was unremarkable, save one little girl by the name of Rita Jackson who surprised those who knew her family history by going into Ravenclaw - the Jackson's had been almost exclusively Hufflepuff for centuries.

The feast was as delicious as ever, but by the time desert came around Harry was honestly a little angsty for the feast to be over. He was really starting to get horny again, and he wanted to go meet Ernie already. Damn Alpha level hormones. Looks like Dumbledore was right about his body wanting to have sex multiple times a day, hopefully the old man would be right about him being able to find enough partners to keep him satisfied too.

Finally said old man stood up and cleared his throat. Time for the usual end of feast announcements.

"Well now, now that we've all had our share of our delightful feast, it is time for a few quick yet important announcements." Dumbledore said happily as he beamed at all of his students. "The Forbidden Forest remains forbidden. All students are asked to stay away from it, I continue to hope that this year the rule will actually be obeyed. Items forbidden to be used in the hall have at the request of Mr. Filch, our school caretaker, once again been added to, this time sadly to include a number of products from that delightful new store Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. A full list of all six hundred and fifty three items can be found hanging on the door to his office if any students wish to see it. Quidditch Tryouts will take place with the first month back at school, team captains will be asked to consult with our Flying Instructor Madame Hooch to book in an appropriate time and to post a notice of said time on your house's common room notice board. I would also like to take this time to introduce our younger years to Madam Marsden, your school councillor. Her office is in the east wing of the third floor, and her door is clearly marked. If any of our younger years are having trouble adjusting to school life, both she and your Head of House, or any of your teachers really, will be available for you to talk to. And of course, I would like to remind our older students you will all be receiving three mandatory sessions with her this year to discuss how your year is going. Your first session will take place after Halloween, you will be informed at least a week in advance of your appointment time. And of course, if you need more immediate or more frequent sessions with her you only need to report to her office and ask."

It was easy to tell who were the muggleborns in first year; they were the ones who looked confused about why Dumbledore was making such a big deal about the sixth year. Everyone from pureblood and even most halfbloods already knew what sixth year would be all about, or at least the generalities. It wasn't the kind of thing you could easily hide in an all-magic household, nor did most older wizarding families see the point to try. Sirius and Remus sure didn't.

"And now, with that out of the way, it is time for bed. First years please stay where you are for a moment and our fifth year prefects will escort you to your respective common rooms."

Harry stayed where he was for the moment while most students got up and headed for the door, and a quick glance through the throng of bodies showed that Ernie was doing the same thing. Once the Hall had cleared enough that he was sure he wouldn't be a serious risk of losing the Hufflepuff at any minute, Harry stood up and headed to the door, Ernie quickly doing the same and hurrying after him.

The Alpha and sub both reached the entrance hall at the same time and looked at each other with hungry looks. Harry had just opened his mouth to suggest where they go - was thinking the supply room two corridors over on the left, nice and close - when Ernie beat him too it.

"Follow me." He said, more like commanded and turned without a word to swagger down the corridor to the right.

Harry raised an eyebrow slightly at Ernie's highhanded attitude but shrugged it off and followed. Ernie did have a nice ass after all, Harry thought as he watched it move ahead of him down the corridor. He could wait to shove his cock up it.

Ernie didn't go to far before he stopped to open the door of what was evidently an old classroom, one that clearly hadn’t been used for some time judging by the look of it. There was no dust or dirt of course, nowhere in the castle had dust thanks to the army of House Elves who considered the existence of such to be a mortal insult. However what the place did have was that old wanted feeling that permeated most of these kinds of rooms in the castle. There wasn't much to be seen, only a few remaining desks, two measly chairs, and surprisingly, an old, oversized dark purple couch against the far wall which Ernie instantly moved to while Harry stayed to close, lock and silence the door behind them.

"Well?" Ernie asked as he lounged on the couch looking back at Harry. "Are you coming over here or not?"

Harry raised an eyebrow as he walked over. He wasn't sure he liked Ernie's over-the-top cocky attitude; in fact he was distinctively leaning towards not liking it. But hey, if putting up with it was what it took to get laid, then so be it. Besides, who knew, maybe Ernie actually had the skill in bed to back it up? He wouldn't know until he tried the sub out.

Harry was amendable to Ernie's insistence that Harry sit down on the other end of the couch, especially when Ernie instantly sat on his lap and started grinding their two erections together. Not a bad start. Taking advantage of Ernie's position Harry started nibbling on his neck while his hands went under the sub's shirt. Ernie wasn't exactly what you would call buff under his school shirt, but Harry could feel just the slightest hint of a six pack and run his hands lustfully over it before moving up to pay with his nipples. Ernie's response was to moan and grind their erections together more.

"Ah, yes, that's good Harry, keep that up." Ernie said softly as his hands started moving up and down Harry's back, over the top of the school robes that Harry was still wearing.

It was nice for a while, but Harry wanted more and since Ernie evidently was not in the mood to hurry things along Harry decided he would do it for him. And so, with a particularly naughty smirk on his face, Harry decided to wordlessly try out a spell he had been practicing for most of the summer.

It worked perfectly, and a moment later Ernie yelped in shock when suddenly felt bare skin where a moment ago there had been clothes, and instantly found himself sitting naked in Harry's equally naked lap. He didn't stay shocked for long however, as he was soon regarding Harry with that cocky smirk again.

"Impatient are we?"

"Just a bit, yes." Harry said, as he encouraged Ernie to lie back on the couch and spread his legs, his attention turning to the other boy's anus.

Unfortunately, unlike with Lavender he knew that Ernie wasn't exactly capable of self-lubricating himself for Harry's entrance into his body, and Harry didn't have any lube on him at the moment as it was all up in his room by now in his trunk. Fortunately Harry had prepared for these kinds of situation over the summer as well, and was already proficient in two more very useful spells. One that would nicely lube Ernie up for his entrance, another to quickly and painlessly stretch him. Harry quickly used the lubrication one, resulting in another surprised yet not at all unhappy yelp from Ernie who obviously wasn't expecting that, and considered using the stretching one as well before deciding against it. It was more fun to use his fingers anyway.

Ernie tensed for half a second at the feeling of the first finger probing his hole, before he relaxed allowing Harry to slip it in. A second finger soon followed, and a third, as Harry worked on getting Ernie prepared for what he was sure they both wanted. Honestly, it wasn't all that hard, Ernie must have worked on stretching himself somewhat before the feast, perhaps before he even approached Harry. Eager little bastard.

Feeling that he's stretched other boy enough, Harry removed his fingers, getting a low moan of disappointment. Harry didn't let him fret for too long however, as soon as his fingers were clear Harry was busy lining himself up with Ernie's entrance.

Taking one last look at Ernie's face just to be sure he still wanted this - the only thing Harry could see on Ernie's face was pure lust and some slight annoyance that Harry was taking so long, thank Merlin - and Harry was slowing pushing his way in. Ernie threw his head back in pleasure as Harry slowly but steadily worked his way in, inch by inch until he was balls deep within the Hufflepuff.

"Damn it all, Harry, move already!"

"Now whose impatient?" Harry asked slightly sarcastically, although he did respond to the request and started thrusting. He'd barely gotten three thrusts in before something changed.

Harry wasn't sure what had happened. One second he was on top of Ernie, the next he was on his back on the couch while Ernie was happily sitting on his cock. That had to have been a move Ernie had practiced, as he managed it so flawlessly and quickly, and without even coming close to dislodging Harry's cock from his arse. And Ernie did look so smug about it to, as he happily started bouncing up and down at a much faster pace than Harry had been setting, obviously intent to riding Harry to completion as soon as possible.

Harry groaned slightly as Ernie speed up his movements. If he kept this up, Harry was going to come soon and he'd wanted this to last longer. Reaching out, Harry tried grab hold of Ernie's waist to control his movements a bit and make him slow down. Ernie however clearly had no intention of doing so, and managed to shake off Harry's hands while simultaneously coming down hard enough that Harry almost saw stars. Two further attempts had simular results.

True to Harry's earlier thought, it wasn't long after that that Ernie had managed to ride Harry into his climax. Before Harry even finished releasing his load, Ernie was coming too, spurting milky white jets all over both his and Harry bare chests. Spent, Ernie collapsed onto Harry's now spunk covered chest, panting.

It took a few minutes for either boy to regain the strength to move, but Harry was the first to get his wits about himself again. However, he chose to stay still for a bit and let Ernie regain his strength first before moving. Only seemed far since Ernie was the one lying on him. He honestly didn't have to wait long, Ernie was soon up, chuckling under his breath as he headed to the corner Harry and banished both their clothes to.

"Well, Harry, that was certainly fun." Ernie said as he started getting dressed. He seemed to be in a hurry, which made Harry wonder with some annoyance if he had another appointment or something the way he was going on. "I can't wait for the next time we meet up. See you around."

Harry didn't get a chance to say anything, before Ernie was out the door, leaving Harry to grumble under his breath as he headed over to dress himself.

Cocky bastard, just assuming Harry would automatically be happy to fuck him again, without letting him get a word in edge wise. Okay, if Harry was honest with himself he probably would fuck Ernie at least another time or two if he approached him again, Sirius had spent too long pounding the whole 'don't make any snap judgements' thing into his head, and with four mates to choose he kind of needed thoroughly test every sub that showed an interest in him. That didn't make his attitude stink any less, however, and really, he wasn't that good a fuck.

Harry sighed and shook his head, annoyed at his own thoughts. Okay, now maybe he himself was being too hard on Ernie. Okay, the attitude was annoying, but it was only their first time, he'd decided to see how Lavender's attitude would change as the year went on, shouldn't he do same with Ernie?

Still, he had to admit he might have physically got off with Ernie, but so far Harry defiantly preferred his time with Lavender. Something about his fuck with Ernie just left him feeling unsatisfied. And it wasn't because Lavender was a girl and Ernie was a boy either. Like just about every sixth year in the last century, Harry didn't start this year as a virgin (although he certainly expected to be a lot more experienced by the time the year was over). He'd slept with both girls and boys before, and had long decided he liked both with equal measure. It was just something about this time that Harry didn't like all that much, and worst of all he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

Quick Author's Note

This is the first time I've tried my hand at writing a slash scene, and honestly I'm not thrilled with how it came out. Hopefully I'll do better as the story continues.

In most of the fics I've read that involve Sirius' parents, his mother is always the domineering one, while his father is often completely whipped. I decided to throw a nod to that by making Lady Black the dom and Lord Black the sub in my story.
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