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Independence of the Dark	By : Callisto Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 17519 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
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Chapter 8
Harry winced as a knee dug into his lower back causing a sharp pain to shoot up his spine, while a strong hand firmly pressed one side of his face to the ground. Good thing the ground isn't gravelly, Harry mused before trying to push himself up.
Before he could even brace himself however, two strong arms snaked around his middle and quickly captured both his hands , pulling them behind his back before transferring them to one hand. Damn the vampire, Harry growled silently.
Harry held still as Andreas leaned close to his ear, soft hair tickling the nape of his neck before he whispered in a deceptively silky voice, "Dead."
Harry let out an audible growl this time. At the same time, he couldn't help but moan silently at the strong hard body pressing against him, causing a vicious bout of lust to rise in him. Merlin. If the vampire wasn't holding back some information about himself, he would have jumped the vampire a long time ago.
Harry restrained himself and grunted in acceptance of his defeat. Only after that did the vampire let go of him and proceeded to step back with a nonchalant expression on his face.
Harry stood up with a scowl marring his face, dusting off his clothes as he reminisced on his time spent with the vampire. He had no idea how much time had passed inside the tower since there was nothing to indicate the passing of time. Maybe a month? Perhaps two? three? He didn't know. But, what he did know was that the sadistic vampire who called himself his combat instructor, took a perverse pleasure in beating him within an inch of his life during his training sessions with him.
Every single time. Every fucking single time, the man had defeated him soundly. Except this once. This time he had won and had the vampire under his mercy. But then he had gone completely around the bend and had started gloating like some touched-in-the-head-Death-Eater before he had made the stupidest mistake of turning his back on the vampire. All the man needed was a second and he, Harry, had ended up on the ground.
In his defence, Harry felt that, other than his poor-timing, his gloating was perfectly well-earned. After having been beaten up nearly countless times, right from the first class, he couldn't help but gloat a bit, okay, a lot bit.
The vampire's way of teaching was eerily reminiscent of Snape's occlumency lessons. When he had first entered the room for his first training session, he'd been ambushed the second he had crossed the threshold of the room. Apparently, it had been a test for his alertness and quick reflexes which he had most pathetically failed, as Andreas had informed him in a smug, smirking tone. Bastard! And, since then, all his training sessions had been similar to that. However, unlike Snape's lessons, these lessons at least showed result.
At first, it had been brutal since he had been at the receiving end with no means of defending himself. Then it became both brutal and an unseemly sight to watch as he had to resort to using some of the barbaric manoeuvres he had seen in the war movies that Dudley used to watch on the television. He had to do that in order to at least deflect some of the hits and gain some knowledge on how Andreas attacked and moved. Then slowly, through all the hitting, punching, kicking and ducking, he had started to learn and copy some of the manoeuvres the vampire used, until after many, many sessions later the results showed.
Harry was very fast but the vampire was even more so, given his vampiric nature. So, he had to learn how to use his smaller stature to his advantage. Since then, the matches had evened out between them and he gave as good as he got although the vampire eventually won, much to Harry's chagrin.
He'd honed his skills to such a level that he hardly ever let his guard down even while outside, since the vampire had begun a new exercise called 'Jumping Harry Potter'. Merlin. Harry would swear that all the man thought about was sex, not that he would ever dare to lay a hand on him without his consent; especially not after the warning Javed had given him about the various hexes put up inside the tower that would castrate him at a single command from the portrait. It had been amusing to watch the vampire's expression when he heard that.

Harry turned his attention to the vampire lounging against the wall who was watching him with a well-hidden lustful gaze, along with a not-so-hidden affection and amusement alight on his face.
"So what did you learn today?", Andreas asked.
"Never to trust you", Harry replied morosely.
Andreas just looked at him unimpressed.
"What? I won, didn't I?", Harry quipped, hoping that the vampire wouldn't call him out.
"No, you didn't. You turned your back to your enemy, which is in this case, me. So, I took advantage of the opening you presented. Remember, once your enemy is down, you KILL him. NEVER TURN YOUR BACK ON YOUR ENEMY. OR GLOAT, FOR CIRCE'S SAKE!!"
Harry nodded, thoroughly chastised.

After a hot shower, both of them settled on the bench to do some relaxing as they usually did after their intense training sessions.
Just then, Tiffy, one of his personal house elves, popped in holding a vial of a pale blue pain-reliever potion. Harry knocked it back in one gulp. He had become so used to it that he hardly grimaced at the taste any more. Then he took the small bar of chocolate before sending the elf on its way.
"So?", Harry started tentatively. Andreas was a mystery and despite all his attempts to demand, manipulate, cajole, or even wheedle his secrets out of him, the man remained close-lipped about his past. But he had promised Harry in the last training session that if he were to beat him, he would tell Harry something about his life.
Andreas looked questioningly at him, as if he had no idea what he was talking about although a small smirk seemed to play around his lips. The nerve!
Harry narrowed his eyes before saying, "I won didn't I? Or rather I won before you won on a technicality. And you said you would tell me something about your past if I won, didn't you? Or are you going back on your word?", Harry queried in a dangerous tone hoping that it would cow the vampire at least a little bit into answering him.
There was nothing more intriguing than a mystery to him. It ate at him until he had the full details layered out for his perusal. It had been that way from the time when he was little. Even before he went to Hogwarts and all the philosopher's stone, chamber and all those mysteries had ensnared him. Why, he could remember several incidents from his childhood quite clearly where he'd acted as 'Sherlock Jr'.
Andreas sighed. " I suppose I can tell you something of my life."
Harry grinned in delight.
"What do you want to know? However, I reserve the right whether I choose to answer your question or not", Andreas warned him when he saw the gleeful look on Harry's face.
Harry pouted slightly at that before pondering for a moment. "I know you are no thief. It just doesn't make sense. There must be something else. I would like to know what that would be."
Andreas smirked."Glad to know Your Majesty thinks so highly of me."
Harry sneered before waving absently for him to get on with his answer. Harry knew him well enough now to know when the vampire was trying to stall.
Andreas ran a hand through his hair causing it to stick up at the front. " I suppose there's no need to hide this from you. You see, I am the illegitimate son of the Ruler of the Seventh Clan of the Thirteen Vampire Clans. My father wanted nothing to do with me or my mother but he still sent us some money every month for the last hundred years. I was banned by my father from stepping foot into Romania since that is where the Vampire Council is located or from revealing my father's name to anyone. It would have been much easier to do that if I didn't look like a carbon copy of my father."
Andreas let out a bitter laugh causing Harry's heart to ache a little bit when he realized just how much the child would have been hurt to be rejected by his father like that. Harry sidled up a little bit on the bench so that he sat pressed up next to the vampire and laid a comforting arm on his knee.
Andreas smiled at him sideways with a warm look in his eyes before continuing, "However, I had learned to live by that and had been happily ignoring my father and the vampire politics and such things. I had enough money to travel around and learn whatever I wanted. And so I did. Until that idiot half-brother of mine had to go and get himself killed in a duel. I didn't give it much thought until I heard that my dear goddamn father had ordered a search party to be sent out to find me. Apparently, his wife had killed herself after her son's death or more likely murdered by the other clan members and my father himself is on his death bed after having ingested a poison that would slowly kill him within a few months, so he had no choice but to reveal that he had an illegitimate son rather than risk the possibility of his clan dissolving."
"What would happen if a clan dissolves?", Harry enquired. He hadn't started his politics lessons yet and he was very much curious about how the vampires politics worked.
"The members of the dissolved clan are given the option of joining any one of the remaining clans. They usually chose the clan based on the policies and rules the different clans follow and implement. As of now, of the original thirteen clans, only seven clans remain. Anyway, I heard the news when I was visiting England, so I decided to go into hiding. The best place I knew here was Gringotts. So, I had myself incriminated as a thief and they sent me to their prison. I was quite safe there. Then when Fireclaw offered this option to me, it was hard to resist; so I accepted. If my father had spoken to me at least once before all this happened, I would have gone to meet him in a heartbeat when he called for me. But, no, calling me was a last resort. I was a last resort. I always was."
Andreas bowed his head letting his hair fall onto his eyes, effectively hiding his expression with his shoulders slumped slightly. Harry grabbed Andreas' chin so that he could look into his eyes and assure him that that was not the case, that he was not a last resort to anyone and just what exactly Harry thought of his father and where his father could go and shove up a stick at. But, Harry stopped short at seeing the vulnerable look in the vampire's eyes. He had always seen Andreas as cocky, self-confident and down-right smug and now, to see him so vulnerable, Harry didn't think twice before pressing his lips against the vampire's and murmuring soothing words about what he, Harry would do to his father when he got hold of him and the different types of torture he would use that he had in his arsenal before the bastard died begging for death.
Andreas had been shocked when Harry had pressed his lips against his and a grin began forming on his lips as he listened to Harry who was quite happily describing the various creative tortures his father would be subjected to once Harry got hold of him. A jolt of desire passed through him when he realized how close Harry had pressed himself into him.
Ever since he had laid his eyes on the beautiful teen, he'd been enthralled by his power and couldn't help but be attracted to him. It had become even more intense since they had started their training. But what he hadn't expected was the barrage of emotions he seemed to possess for Harry. He wouldn't call it love yet, but he knew it was definitely heading in that direction. Even as he realized this, he also knew that Harry didn't feel anything of that sort for him, maybe except for his teenage hormones acting up in his presence.
He envied the person who would capture his Harry's heart. He truly did. As much as cruelness and hatred Harry exhibited sometimes when he spoke of his plans, he also possessed a soft heart when he spoke of his few friends. His eyes would light up so that the whirlpool of green in his eyes would swirl pulling him in, making him agree with whatever he was saying. Such was the ability Harry possessed. It was almost enthralling listening to him speak about the future. He would make a fine leader when the time came. And he would follow him and protect him, even if it was the last thing he did.
But for now, Harry was his and he was a selfish man. He would hoard every one of his moments with Harry so that he wouldn't regret when his Harry was out of his reach. With that in mind, he tilted Harry's chin up and crushed his lips against the soft inviting red ones.

Harry watched in irritation at the four idiots who called themselves his ancestors exchange smirks, sniggers, knowing looks, and merlin, were those coins? at his flushed face and swollen lips and a small hickey on his jawline.
"Were you betting on me?", Harry demanded indignantly.
"Nope", Javed replied with a straight face, even as he pocketed some weird square shaped gold coins which was most likely the currency they had used when they were alive.
Harry huffed and shot a pointed look at his pocket.
"Oh fine. Yes. But you were taking such a long time in responding to the vampire's advances that we couldn't resist betting on how long it would take for you to respond."
Harry gave them a dirty look before slumping on the salamander skinned armchair. His thoughts drifted to Andreas and he couldn't contain his blush. It had been his first kiss. At least his first proper kiss. Cho didn't count.
When he saw that the Dark Ones were again starting to grin at his blushing, Harry hastily closed his eyes and started meditating like he had been instructed to in his first class with the Dark Ones. At first, it had been very difficult to go into a sort of a trance because he got distracted even with a smallest sound thanks to his increased hearing. It was a blessing in a sense, he supposed, but unfortunately it didn't help him in this case.
But after much meditating, he had begun to get in touch with his core. In the beginning, he had had a difficult time when trying to come in contact with his core. It had remained untouchable. It was as if the bleeding core was sentient which he knew was true to a certain extent and it had loathed to be accessible to him. So much so that he had started getting shivers after a single brush with it.
The Dark Ones had informed him that it was just a defensive mechanism his core employed in order to keep him away from it. They had told him that it would take time and plenty of work. But he didn't know it would take this much. But, his ancestors had assured him that the end result would be worth it. They told him that it would help him in getting precise control over his wandless abilities.
The only thing that kept him from giving up outright was the fact that he would be able to use his new wand if he were to control his magic; otherwise, he would be held back by the promise he had made to Maeve the Wandmaker. Also, he had been encouraged by Seshafi's gleeful comment that he would be able to experience the glorious seductive power he had first experienced when he had gone through the Change. That alone had been enough to persuade him to continue.
Harry cleared his head of all niggling thoughts and simply let himself enjoy the feel of magic coursing through his veins. Slowly, he latched on to a thread of magic and let himself be guided near his core.
Just as before, he was buffeted by a gust of coldness that seemed to freeze him to his bones. But he hardly flinched as he had gotten quite used to the weird sensation. As he slowly began to get nearer his core, he felt pain and a burning sensation emanating from the tattoo on his back like he had felt the last few times he had reached the same proximity with his core.
Undeterred, Harry waded on through the repelling waves of magic that seemed intent on driving him out. As Harry neared closer, the burning on his back escalated so much that Harry dearly hoped that he wouldn't be met with a charred back when he returned from his reverie.
Harry gritted his teeth and trudged onward despite the urge to keel over. He could almost feel the anger and desperation from his core as he neared it. That meant he was indeed nearing it; unlike the last time he'd been going in circles without any idea where exactly his core was inside all that freezing cold winds. Yes! There. He could see it clearly now. A glowing mass of jet black surrounded by every which colour with a predominant green hue to it.
Harry mentally reached out to touch it. The pain he seemed to be experiencing faded to nothing just before he laid a hand on it. He should have known not to touch it. The absence of pain should have been the first indicator that something was not right; something was suspicious. But he didn't. Then, Harry let out a harsh scream that seemed to echo throughout the tower.
A scream of such raw pain that everyone of his teachers rushed to see what was happening; Andreas being the first among them followed by tiny Flitwick. But they were all stopped at the doorway of the living room when they tried to enter it by a visible shimmering grey barrier appearing before them keeping them out.
Andreas stilled when he saw Harry on the floor, his back arched and writhing on the hard floor where he seemed to have fallen off from the armchair, his mouth parted in a scream, his eyes wide in untold pain. A black and green glow seemed to envelop his entire being.
Andreas' eyes quickly searched out for the portraits of the Dark Ones' whom he knew would hold the answers to whatever it was that was happening. But he stopped short when he noticed that the Dark Ones looked pale, paler than normal, almost white-faced, their expressions frightened but what had his heart clenching in dread was the emotion in their eyes. Fear.
Andreas quickly gathered his nerves and asked, "What in the bleeding hell is happening to him?"
The four of them hardly glanced in his direction, so fixated were they on their heir, their son, but Galena murmured out loud, loud enough for him to pick it up with his sharp hearing, "His magic. It's gaining control of him. If it does; if it does, Harry will be lost to us."
All of them watched in silence as the teen continued to wage a battle in his own mind.
Harry knew what was happening to him even as he fought against it. They had warned him this might happen. His magic was wild. Primeval. A form of raw magic at the brink of its evolution. But he never knew it would be like this. So powerful that it was able to cause him so much pain with one blow to his mind. It was worse than a hundred cruciatus curses put together. This. This felt like as if his soul itself was devoured by his magic.
This couldn't be happening. Not now. Not when he had a fighting chance and had the ability to change the magical world for the better. He couldn't give up now. But it was so hard. He just wanted to curl into a ball and die.
But if he did that, wouldn't that mean he would be letting down his ancestors? For all his scowling and snarking at them, he had come to love them in his own way from his time spent here.
Then what about his friends who would go to war only to die to set their world free from a tyrant and then only for another to take his place. Unbidden, a memory of a blonde slytherin entered his mind in addition to the faces of his friends. What would happen to the loyal badgers whom had pledged their loyalty to him? They would all perish. But no, he wouldn't let that happen if he had anything to say about it.
With that thought in mind, Harry gritted his teeth and took control of what little will power he still possessed after the thorough battering his mind had taken from the invading presence of his magic. Harry gathered every iota of fortitude he possessed and forged into a weapon he felt comfortable with which actually turned out to be a beater's club, probably since he was a fair beater. For the first time, since his Change, he was scared of losing himself like Fireclaw had warned him. Harry let all his fear and rage at the current situation out, propelling him to strike a hard, devastating blow against the insidious presence that was trying to worm itself into his very mind. Harry didn't stop but instead kept striking again and again, without stopping, letting out all of the turbulent emotions that besieged him.
Even as he tried to exert his force of will on the foreign presence in his mind, it slowly, but surely started receding, as if acknowledging its defeat to him as the slimy, twisted feeling he'd been getting from it changed into a warm, pleasant and powerful sensation.
Then a female voice which was as calm as an ocean’s gentlest breeze yet as fierce as a raging thunder storm seemed to echo his mind.
'Harry Potter O'Dorchaidhe. You have passed my test, childe of mine. I deem you worthy to be a wielder of my magic. I submit to you.'
All of them watched in trepidation as the screaming had tapered off to mere whimpering then finally to an uneasy stillness. Even the writhing had stopped to just some odd tremors and fits. Harry 's expression had twisted from outright misery and pain into an intense determination; although the signs of pain still seemed to be visible around the eyes and mouth . They looked on in horrified fascination as the former black glow surrounding him receded and he was once again enveloped in a green glow which had every colour imaginable threaded in loops around it before it faded as well.
The pained expression on his face then entirely disappeared to be replaced by a small content smile. Andreas marvelled at how young and innocent Harry looked when he had his guard down.
Harry slowly opened his startling emerald pools and glanced around at the concerned faces peering at him. Then he moved his focus onto the worried looking Dark Ones and cheekily shot them a smug grin and a thumbs-up. Seeing that, the four of them seemed to let out a relieved breath at the same time; apparently reassured by his still same as ever cocky behaviour.
"Are you alright?", Flitwick asked.
"I'm alright. I don't feel any pain if that is what you're asking. In fact, I've never felt better than I do now."
And he wasn't just saying that either. He did truly feel better. When the presence in his mind had left, he had been filled with a rush of warmth that had seemed to soothe all the pains and worries he'd been feeling up until then. He didn't even feel the signs of a faint headache nor was he met with a sight of his charred back like he'd been half expecting to.
Although they didn't look very convinced, not that he blamed them, what with all the screaming he'd been doing, they didn't press the topic further.
"I find that kind of hard to believe. But we'll take your word for it. However, we'll rest more easily if you would take some potions." Burkes informed him, then his expression turned teasing."Especially Andreas here. You had him very worried, Harry. Maybe you should reassure him in private that you are indeed truly feeling well. I believe he'll appreciate that a lot."
Really, how was it that everyone seem to know that there was something going on between them?
"Very funny", Harry told him. Although he shot a small affectionate smile at Andreas who returned it in kind.
Harry wasn't sure whether he felt anything serious for Andreas, but he for one thing was sure that he was very much fond of the handsome vampire. Besides, Andreas was probably the one person he trusted to an extent; other than his ancestors of course. Andreas was more like his confidante. Maybe they could end up being great friends. Friends with benefits. Maybe.

Harry woke up on the couch that he'd insisted on sleeping on last night. Really, the couch was damn too comfortable for its own good. It practically moulded itself to his form and almost swallowed him when he slept. Harry made a mental note to research the spell and to have it cast on his own bed once he returned to Hogwarts.
Harry yawned and blinked sleepily, ruffling his hair.
"Are you aware that your hair resembles a bird's nest more than anything", Agron commented.
Harry grinned. "Yes, I'm aware. But thank you."
"Incorrigible brat."
Harry mock glared. "Oooh...I'm hurt. By the way, I've been meaning to tell you something, but it just kept slipping my mind."
"Hmmm...And what would that be?"
"Did I mention that I killed two low lives when I went to Knockturn alley?", Harry mentioned casually waiting for them to react.
Javed whistled lowly in appreciation. "No. You didn't. How could something like that have slipped your mind?", Javed wondered aloud.
Harry smirked and rushed out of the hall with a shout of 'Hold on a sec' and was back in record time holding the sheathed Cursed dagger in his right hand.
Harry then proceeded to explain how he had come to acquire it. They gasped in appreciation at the beauty of the dagger.
"This is one of a kind. A masterpiece if I ever saw one. I doubt even I could create such a beautiful and deadly dagger", Galena murmured wistfully. She was a master at both wielding as well as at crafting daggers and knives.
"Anyway, the dagger's not the point. I wanted to talk to you about the emotions I'm feeling -or lack thereof. I think something might be wrong with me. You see, when I killed those dirt bags, I expected to feel some remorse or at least some guilt. But I felt neither. As if that isn't bad enough, I actually wanted to kill them when I could have left the place without confronting them. Instead I wanted to attack them and even felt somewhat satisfied when I finished them off", Harry confessed quietly. It had been on his mind for a while now but he had banished the nagging to a corner of his mind until it had resurfaced now.
Harry was quite surprised that he'd found it within him to confess those things to his ancestors. Because that meant that he trusted them. Although the fact that they were portraits might also have been a contributing factor for him to place his trust in them.
Harry curiously watched them exchange understanding looks.
"We actually were waiting for you to broach this topic", Galena admitted.
"Huh...what?" was the only reply Harry could think of. Did that mean what he was not feeling was normal?
"You probably know by now that you and the four of us are the only ones of our kind and so, we can know about ourselves only by experience and sometimes theorizing. Now we'll tell you what we do know to the best extent possible."
Harry acquiesced with a nod of his head.
"First of all, you need to understand that we are a hunter type of creatures. We speculate that we might be distant cousins to the vampires because of the similarities in our abilities as well as our slight fondness for blood. You'll most probably start experiencing that sometime soon in the future. If you haven't already, that is."
"Wait. Hold on a second. I perfectly recall Fireclaw telling me after I went through the Change that I am mostly a human, only with some creature tendencies added in which I had gotten from you. He didn't mention anything about me being entirely a creature."
Javed blinked. "Oh."
Harry looked at them impatiently, waiting for their answer. He'd been very curious about this actually. Even after Fireclaw had assured him that he was still a human, he had not believed it completely. How could he, when all his abilities pointed out to the contrary. It had passed the point of 'creature tendencies' when he had started his training sessions with Andreas. Really, how on earth could a normal human defeat a vampire in a fight without the use of magic, Harry reasoned to himself.
"Harry, if you were a mere human, then you would not have been able to possess that much power you have now. It confounds us as well, since the ritual we did was somewhat different. It was one where the Chosen One would remain a human with the ability to use some of our powers. And so, we refrained from performing a ritual which would have changed the Chosen One from a human to creature, since we believed that the person would surely be killed from the power overload.
But something different happened with you. We are not sure what it is, but the end result is different from what was supposed to be. You ended up as a creature instead of as a human. It's an anomaly. You are an anomaly", Seshafi told him affectionately.
"You say that like it's a good thing", Harry remarked in a dubious tone.
"It is. You are our heir and of course, you cannot be anything but be extraordinary. After all, we're special", Agron drawled haughtily, eerily reminding him of the Malfoys. Harry chuckled.
"You do not want to know who you just reminded me of", Harry informed him. Agron just shot him an affected look in return.
"Does this bother you, Harry? You being a creature?", Galena asked him gently.
Harry pondered for a moment before replying, "Nah. It's all the same to me. Anyway, what were you saying about us having a fondness for blood before I interrupted?"
"Oh yes. It won't be anything drastic, I assure you. Just that you might like your steaks rare and things like that. You would also probably have a tendency to bite your partner when in the throes of passion", Javed smirked, wiggling an eyebrow at him.
Seshafi shot him a look before continuing, "Now then. As I as saying before you interrupted me, you have to remember that we are hunters first and foremost. So, from what we've experienced, we noticed that we usually tend to care a lot about whom we consider family. But when faced with a threat, our first instinct is to attack and after dealing with them, we tend to feel satisfied that the threat has been taken care of. It is in our nature. Because of our more predator like mentality, we do not suffer from any of the self-incriminating emotions that seems to besiege the humans. So, you may rest assured that there is nothing wrong with you as you seem inclined to believe."
Harry nodded. He supposed that what she said did make a weird kind of sense.
"Now why don't you go and look at the side table. Andreas seems to have left something there for you. Something I'm sure you'll very much appreciate."
Harry glanced around and his eyes widened when he laid his eyes on the black velvet box placed on the small side table next to the couch he'd been sleeping on. Bless Andreas. He'd completely forgotten that he would be able to use his custom-made wand now that he finally had his magic under his command.
Harry gently removed the lid of the box and peered into it. Resting on a slip of satin cloth was his beautiful wand as the black star sapphire embedded into its centre glinted from the lamp light reflecting on it.
Harry reverently removed the wand from the box handle-first. As he firmly wrapped his fingers around the hilt, an intense surge of warmth rushed through him causing a small sound of pleasure to escape his lips at the seductive power that coursed through his veins. Harry gently twirled the wand between his fingertips. So powerful, he mused before a truly malicious smirk lit up his face when he realized just who all would be at the other end of his wand. Oh yes, he was going to have a lot of fun in the near future.
Hey everyone! I hope you enjoyed the chapter. See, a uicker update and a good length chapter. Just as I promised.

A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you enjoyed the chapter. See, a quicker update and a good length chapter. Just as I promised.
Hope you all liked it!! Please don't flame me if any of you are really pissed that Harry kissed Andreas. I can't help but get them together when I start writing about two hot guys.
After some mind-racking, my beta and I reached a compromise that would satisfy all, well, atleast most of the readers. We decided that the best way to get rid of Harry's virginity (lol :P) is to save him up for Draco (Yay! for all those exclusive Harry/ Draco fanatics out there) but until then, poor Harry should be allowed to have some fun without going all the way. (Hoorah for all the 'Let Harry have have some fun!' supporters out there). Hehe ! I wonder which category most of you readers belong to ? Are you guys okay with this? *nervously chews nails*
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