"Stand By Your Mactus" - Chapters 3 &
"Stand By Your Mactus"
Characters/Pairing: Harry Potter, Original Male Character
Genres: Adventure, Comedy, Erotica, Romance, Fluff
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Adult Language, Slash, Graphic Sex, Work In Progress
Summary: Some things that happened during "The Order of the Phoenix" that you were not aware of.
Spoilers: PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP, Perhaps HBP
Disclaimer: All characters (except Aidan Agrandir) property of JK Rowling.
Expert and patient beta work by KoshWeasley and Wolfiekins
~~~~THREE~~~
“I suppose the next step is to see what the Sorting Hat has to say.”
Before the Professor could get to his feet, the Sorting Hat, from its place on a high shelf, snorted with derision. “Oh, really, Albus!” It barked gruffly. “As if he would be placed anywhere other than Gryffindor, right beside Mr. Potter!”
“Well, I guess that answers THAT!” Few were the times when Dumbledore was anything even remotely resembling gobsmacked. This, however, was one of those times. “I must say, THAT is a first!”
Aidan wondered if this day could get any more surreal. The Sorting Hat was dissing Dumbledore! At this point, the redhead wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised to see Hagrid come waltzing through the door, arm in arm with Dame Edna, all prepared to help her spend the greater part of those legendary squillions.
“Well, Mr. Potter, it appears that your journey to Privet Drive has been postponed,” Dumbledore announced.
“Brilliant!” Harry exclaimed.
Meanwhile, Aidan did a very enthusiastic internal “happy dance.” If Harry didn’t go home, then he and Dudley would not get attacked by Dementors, and there would be no need for that trumped up trial in August. Things were definitely looking up!
“For right now, I’d like you to go and find Professor McGonagall for me. The last I knew, she was in the greenhouses with Professor Sprout. Please bring her back here so that she can meet Mr. Agrandir.”
Harry stood to leave. He got halfway to the door, and found that he could go no further.
“Sir,” Aidan began, gesturing toward Harry.
“Oh, yes, of course.” Dumbledore rose from his chair and made his way over to the bookshelf that ran all along the far side of his office. He retrieved a narrow ebony box and returned to his desk.
“The reluctance you feel to be away from each other is completely normal. The Mactus gift has caused an automatic and immediate wizarding bond to occur between the two of you. The purpose of the bond is to increase the chances that the two of you will be together any time the power magnification is necessary.” Dumbledore opened the box and held it out for the boys’ perusal. “Nicholas and I found that these pendants made brief periods of separation possible for us. Otherwise, we ran into the same difficulty you’re experiencing.”
The pendants, identical gold Gryffindor lions suspended from thin braided gold chains, lay side by side on the black velvet lining. Each boy placed one of the pendants around his neck.
“Now, as I said, this will work for SHORT periods of time. After a few hours, you will begin to feel progressively more agitated, until the time that you are again in each other’s presence,” Dumbledore warned. “Make certain you wear the pendants as often as possible. Otherwise, they will lose their effectiveness.”
Once the pendant was around his neck, Aidan felt a tingling sensation at his throat, which almost immediately relocated directly to his cock. He gasped, and glanced at Harry. The brunette’s eyes were enormous.
Yep, the day could indeed get more surreal.
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Harry, after glancing longingly at Aidan, left the office to retrieve Professor McGonagall.
“I think, Aidan that you’re going to want to avoid telling anyone about your knowledge of future events,” Dumbledore began. “Human nature being what it is, you will be hounded mercilessly for information that you can’t, in good conscience, share with anyone.”
“I’m sure you’re right about that.” Aidan nodded, doing his best to sit still. The tingling in his cock continued. “But what SHOULD we tell people? Hermione and Ron especially. It won’t be easy to put them off.”
“Indeed.” Dumbledore chuckled. “Miss Granger, in particular, is most tenacious when confronted with what she perceives to be a mystery.”
“Sir, I’d love to promise you that I’ll never blow my cover.” Aidan sighed, sweat beginning to roll down his back. “But I’ve read the books so many times, I just know there will be times when things just come flying out of my mouth before I even realize what I’m saying.”
“I’m sure that’s true, Mr. Agrandir. Particularly in moments of high stress.” Dumbledore smiled ironically.
You mean like RIGHT NOW? “Yeah, I’ve already messed up in a major way with Ron and Hermione, and I haven’t even been here an hour.” He sighed, feeling chagrined. “Sorry, sir.”
“Given the unusual circumstances of your arrival, your reaction is completely understandable.” Dumbledore assured him. “I’m sure you were totally flummoxed.”
“Still am, to be honest.” Aidan laughed shakily. More than you could possibly know!
“We will want our explanations to be as simple as possible,” Dumbledore advised. “Unnecessary complications will only put us at risk for exposure.”
They decided together that nobody except Dumbledore would know the full truth about Aidan. The Trio, and the professors who would be assisting with his training over the summer, would be told that the Mactus gift coming into fruition had resulted in Aidan very suddenly being brought to Hogwarts. Since he had been raised by American muggles (which was the absolute truth), he was unaware of his wizarding gifts before that time (also the absolute truth). He would need special tutoring over the summer to enable him to “catch up” in time for the new school year in September. At that point, he would simply appear to be a transfer student who gets sorted into Gryffindor.
“And, for the times when I say or know things I shouldn’t, maybe I can just claim to be ‘occasionally’ clairvoyant,” Aidan quipped. It was taking every bit of his resolve to not press his hand against the front of his uncomfortably tight trousers.
“Actually, that is an excellent idea. An uncomplicated explanation, covering a multitude of sins - both current and future.” Dumbledore nodded. “Very clever, Mr. Agrandir.”
By this time Harry and Professor McGonagall had returned. After brief introductions, Harry was asked to take Aidan on a tour of the castle and grounds. Dumbledore and McGonagall sat down to discuss these new developments.
Aidan, for his part, didn’t know whether to be glad to leave Dumbledore’s office, or to be worried about the fact that he was now going to be alone with Harry. Well - not really alone. His dick had suddenly developed enough presence and personality to require its own email address.
“Professor, how long will the pendants cause these unusual…vibrations?” Harry asked, blushing furiously.
“Oh, my, yes - I’d forgotten all about that,” Dumbledore said distractedly. “I imagine it will continue until your wizarding bond is completely consummated.”
The two boys were silent as they left Dumbledore’s office. Aidan’s aforementioned internal happy dance quickly escalated to an internal "euphoria dance."
When they reached the bottom of Dumbledore’s revolving stairway, Harry turned hesitantly toward Aidan. “Do you......did he mean….what it sounds like he meant?”
“I think so,” Aidan answered quietly. "He used that 'C' word."
"You mean 'consummation?'"
"Yeah."
“Wow.” Harry, obviously in shock, turned and wandered slowly in no particular direction. After a moment, Aidan followed, as Harry walked along, continuing to spout quiet exclamations.
“Fuck………….Shite…………..Damn…….…Bugger………Merlin’s balls………Holy hell.......................Bollocks…………..Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.............Son of a bitch.”
The Boy Who Lived To Develop Tourette’s Syndrome. Aidan gnawed on his tongue to keep from laughing out loud.
After a fairly long walk, they came to what Aidan was certain must be the Room of Requirement. Currently the room was furnished pretty simply, with a couple of chairs and a small sofa grouped invitingly around the fireplace. Harry, however, made his way to the padded window seat. Aidan joined him there.
For a long moment neither boy spoke. Eventually, Harry asked hesitantly, “I imagine you’re…..pretty upset about all of this?”
This question surprised Aidan. “No. Not at all, actually.”
A myriad of emotions passed over Harry’s visage - surprise, hope, fear, cynicism, hope again, even more fear, a smile, and then uncertainty. “Really?” his voice grew husky. “Could I ask you a very personal question?”
Aidan nodded.
“Are you……um…....do you…....…what kind…..…do you like….…oh, shit!” Harry ran his hand through his hair, growling with frustration.
“I like guys,” Aidan answered quietly. “I’m not into girls at all. Never have been.”
Harry smiled softly, the hopeful look returning to his face.
“How about you?” Aidan asked gently. “Are YOU okay with the idea of…all this?”
“I’m completely okay with the idea of being with YOU,” Harry answered, blushing furiously and looking down. “I just wish it could have happened under normal circumstance. I mean, not because of a bond that some gods have put into place, without even considering what we might want.”
Aidan nodded, deciding to be completely honest. “Harry, for whatever it’s worth, I think I would want to be with you even if we weren’t trying to build a wizarding bond.”
“I feel the same way.” He looked up, grinning shyly. “I felt that way the moment I saw you.”
“I wish we could have just met, and become friends, and then…..”
“Exactly.” Harry sighed sadly. “Maybe this sounds stupid, but I always thought…..well….if I was going to be bonded with someone…..it would be nice if…….”
“It would be nice if it was someone you had fallen in love with first?” Aidan asked.
“Yeah.” Harry nodded, looking down again. “Dumb, huh?”
“Well, if it is, that makes a pair of us, because I want the same thing.”
“Maybe we don’t have to move as quickly as he’s trying to make it sound like we do,” Harry suggested. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the crazy old coot. But he’s so focused on this war, sometimes he forgets that there’s more to life than the Voldemort problem.”
“You mean, he’d be so anxious to have things settled, that he’d push us to bond as quickly as possible? So you would be better prepared, in case Voldemort decided that today was the day?”
“Yeah. It’s like he’s completely forgetting that a wizarding bond is forever. He somehow thinks EVERYTHING else should be sacrificed in the name of taking out Voldemort.” Harry sighed with frustration. “I mean, take you, for instance. You haven’t even been here a day, and he’s already tying you up on the altar with me.”
“Well, that IS the only reason I’m here.” Aidan did his best to ignore his body’s reaction to thoughts of being tied up with Harry. “Whoever is responsible for bringing me here had no other reason for doing so.”
“That’s so freaking unfair, though!” Harry growled. “It makes me want to slap the shit out of somebody. Anybody. I don’t really care who!”
“Well, as soon as we figure out who did it, we’ll kick their asses,” Aidan suggested, beaming.
Harry snorted with laughter, and then grew serious again. “You DO realize that being bonded with me will put you right beside me on the ‘Most Likely To Eat Shit and Die’ list?”
“I don’t think I have anything to say about it.” Aidan sighed. “I mean, look - last night, I went to sleep, in my own bed, thousands of miles away, in this wasteland called Saybrook, Ohio. This morning I wake up here.” He stood up, beginning to pace back and forth, hoping it might relieve that damn persistent buzzing in his cock. “I didn’t do anything to make it happen. I just showed up here. I have no idea how.” (Never mind the fact that it’s the coolest damn thing I’ve ever experienced!)
He continued. “I guess I’ll just have to hang around and do what it seems I’ve been called here to do. What other choice do I have? If I buy the farm - well…..shit…..” Aidan shrugged. “I mean, certainly there are worse ways to go than being ‘taken out’ while watching Harry Potter’s ass!”
Too late Aidan realized what he’d said. He gasped, slapping his hand over his mouth. Harry looked momentarily startled, and then burst out laughing. He stood, holding out his arms, and Aidan stepped willingly into his embrace.
It was like coming home for the first time ever. For both of them.~
~~~~FOUR~~~
"Immobulus!!!”
‘Here we go again.’
Aidan felt every muscle in his body seize up. It was only Harry’s arms around him that kept him from falling flat on his face.
Harry turned quickly toward the door. Ron and Hermione stood just inside the room. Hermione’s face was white with shock. Ron, his complexion a hideous shade of green that clashed desperately with his hair, had his wand raised toward Aidan.
“See, Mione? I TOLD you there was something ‘off’ about him!” Ron’s voice squeaked like a house elf. “You’re safe now, Harry! Good thing we got here when we did!”
“What the hell are you doing?” Harry demanded.
“He’s a vampire! He was just about to bite you!” Ron insisted “He must have already hit you with that.….that…mesmerizing thingy they do! You should have seen the look on your face!”
“Ron, listen-” Harry began.
“Don’t you worry, Harry!” Ron started across the room, vengeance in his eye. “We know just what to do!”
“RON!” Harry snapped.
“Quick, Mione, - conjure a crucifix!”
“God DAMN it, Ron!” Harry shouted. “I swear to Merlin, if you don’t get a grip, I’m gonna hex you so hard, your socks will get to the infirmary 10 minutes before you do!”
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“Why don’t you go ahead and walk them to the train?” A fully enervated Aidan suggested quietly. “You can use that time to explain what’s going on.”
Although Ron and Hermione had managed to calm down enough to accept the idea that Harry was NOT in mortal peril, they were still demanding an explanation. Who was this person? Where did he come from? How could they be sure he wasn’t dangerous? Why was Harry now spending the summer at Hogwarts, instead of going back to Privet Drive, the only place that Dumbledore said was truly safe for him? And most importantly - “Why the fuck were you kissing him?”
“I don’t want to leave you alone,” Harry answered, tucking a russet lock behind Aidan’s ear.
“I’ll be fine, Harry.” Aidan leaned slightly into the other boy’s touch. “While you’re gone, I’ll probably take a nap over there-“
Aidan gestured toward the small sofa, which, because it was located in The Room of Requirement, immediately adjusted itself to the perfect depth and cushiness for an afternoon nap. A soft chenille throw, almost like an afterthought, glimmered into view.
“-on that sofa,” Aidan gasped, his eyes enormous.
Harry looked hesitant. “I don’t know about this.”
“It’ll be okay. I’m pretty tired, actually. I don’t think I slept very well last night. Uh - whenever, and wherever last night was.” Aidan grinned ruefully. “Besides, you won’t be seeing them all summer. They need some time alone with you.”
Harry was still unsure, but had to admit - his little redhead did look quite worn out. “You have had a pretty rough day so far, haven’t you?” he asked gently, cupping Aidan’s cheek with his hand.
The simple touch, and the sustained eye contact, sent a veritable tsunami of emotions washing over both boys. It seemed to Aidan that he may never breathe properly, or think clearly, again. There was suddenly something decidedly odd about the way time was passing. And - the most delightful aroma he’d ever encountered threatened to make him swoon like some pathetic Victorian heroine in one of those really bad gothic romances.
One thing was certain - the buzzing in his cock, which had just increased dramatically - could probably be heard by everyone in the room. But that was okay, because judging from the look in Harry’s eyes, they had a common condition. Dumbledore, the interfering, manipulative old perv, was going to have his way, probably before the day was out. Aidan didn’t know whether to jump up and down and cheer, or - jump up and down and cheer even more loudly.
Harry looked away just long enough to glance significantly down at the sofa, which promptly doubled in size. “I’ll be back before you know it,” Harry said, his smoldering gaze returning to Aidan’s.
Aidan drew in a slow, shaky breath, which he let back out just as slowly. “I’ll be right here.”
“Harry, you are REALLY scaring me,” Ron whimpered fretfully.
Hermione, for once, had no editorial comments, but she glanced speculatively from one boy to the other. “We need to go. We’re going to miss the train.”
Harry gave Aidan’s hand a final squeeze, and headed for the exit. He smirked as Aidan’s hearty laughter rang out behind him, just as the door was closing
He must have seen the handcuffs.
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Harry congratulated himself for the Slytherin way he handled the situation. Once he revealed the details of Aidan’s Mactus gift, Hermione slipped right into “lecture mode.” He hardly had to say anything. As always, she was glad to bombard Ron with everything she knew about the chosen subject, explaining to him in great detail what a fabulous benefit a Mactus was for Harry, and that he would know about these things if only he paid attention in class, and-
Ron was just relieved to know that, because of the wizarding bond, Harry’s kisses would be confined to Aidan.
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In the end, Aidan didn’t actually sleep very long.
He knew he was awake, but he had yet to open his eyes. He was afraid to find out where he was.
To say that “So much had happened” was like saying “Gee, there is a lot of corruption in the political arena.” Now that he was alone, he began to be afraid that this amazing adventure had all been a dream. At some point, he would have to open his eyes, and he was sure he’d be back in his own bed in Saybrook. Pretty soon he’d hear his mom yelling at him. ("Get up, Aidan! You’re late again! You’ve got 15 minutes until your bus comes!")
He would never have the chance to be with Harry. To look into his eyes and see gazing back at him what looked like centuries of recognition. Just one of the countless times they had met, for the first time, and yet for the hundredth time. So new, and yet so familiar. Like visiting a brand new place, knowing full well you’d been there countless times already. And boy, was it wonderful to be back. Even if it was all in his imagination, and was only going to last for a couple of hours. Sometimes, a couple of hours were worth as much, if not more than, a couple of decades.
He sighed, rolling over on to his stomach. Was he really still on the sofa, in the Room of Requirement? He was afraid to hope.
He heard a door open, and footsteps coming toward him. He held his breath, telling himself that, no matter what he saw when he opened his eyes, he WOULD be grateful for what had happened so far. Even if it was “over” - he would be thankful for the little bit of time he’d gotten to spend in this world, with Harry.
Someone sat down beside him, and the fingers of a gentle hand began carding through his hair. It felt incredible. He thought if he moved, or opened his eyes, the person would stop, and he couldn’t bear that right now. Just a little bit longer, please….
The person, whoever it was, lay down beside him and moved his hair to one side. Aidan trembled as soft lips nuzzled and caressed the nape of his neck, and an arm snaked around him, cuddling him against a warm body.
“I wanted to find out if you taste as wonderful as you smell,” Harry whispered.
Aidan sighed with relief, astounded at the intensity of his feelings. Thank God he didn’t have to try and drum up gratitude for being back in Saybrook after all!
“You have no idea how glad I am to see you.” Aidan turned toward Harry and was promptly clasped tightly in his arms. “I wasn’t sure where I might be when I woke up.”
“That’s understandable.” Harry rolled them over so that the smaller boy lay on top of him. Smiling gently, he continued to card his fingers through the silky auburn locks, eventually working his way down Aidan’s back, until he reached the redhead’s perfect, irresistible haunches. “I’m really glad you’re still here.”
“So am I,” Aidan whispered softly, trembling from head to toe. Harry’s hands felt heavenly on his ass, and the position brought their hips into direct contact.
Harry slowly arched up against Aidan, causing their tortured cocks to slide tantalizingly against each other.
Aidan gasped, captivated by Harry’s emerald gaze and his entrancing caresses. Normally a fairly reserved person, at least outwardly, he felt himself spiraling out of control. This was so delicate. He wanted to be with Harry so desperately. He’d never wanted ANYTHING so badly before. But who really knew how long he would even be here? Did he have any right to-
Harry arched against him again, crushing Aidan’s lips with his own.
Some part of Aidan that he did not recognize took over at that point. Suddenly, nothing mattered except having as much of himself in contact with as much of Harry as possible. Soon he realized that someone was making noises he didn’t think were possible with human vocal chords.
Oh - that someone was him.
Harry, answering with some heretofore unuttered sounds of his own, rolled them over again so that the smaller boy was now under him. The magic, intrinsic in their mutual desire, caused their clothing to disappear. Completely unhindered, Harry pressed down into Aidan, their bodies joining together instinctively, as though forged for just this moment. Neither of them would ever again remember a time when they weren’t part of each other.
They moved together, perhaps forever, or perhaps for mere moments. It was impossible to tell. This age-old dance of love was choreographed just for them. Harry was certain that nothing could compare to the rapture of being inside his lover’s tight heat. He realized it could get even better when Aidan gasped and wrapped his legs tightly around Harry’s waist.
“Dilego adamo venustas carus!” Aidan shrieked, shaking uncontrollably. “VINCULUM!”**
A swirling rainbow of light briefly surrounded the two boys, then bounced around the room, shattering several windows, as they exploded together in release. They were transported to somewhere beautiful made especially for them, a place no one else would ever encroach upon, or understand. It was beyond perfection.
A/N: **Various Latin words which translate to differing aspects of "love." The exception is Vinculum, which means "bond."~
Characters/Pairing: Harry Potter, Original Male Character
Genres: Adventure, Comedy, Erotica, Romance, Fluff
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Adult Language, Slash, Graphic Sex, Work In Progress
Summary: Some things that happened during "The Order of the Phoenix" that you were not aware of.
Spoilers: PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP, Perhaps HBP
Disclaimer: All characters (except Aidan Agrandir) property of JK Rowling.
Expert and patient beta work by KoshWeasley and Wolfiekins
~~~~THREE~~~
“I suppose the next step is to see what the Sorting Hat has to say.”
Before the Professor could get to his feet, the Sorting Hat, from its place on a high shelf, snorted with derision. “Oh, really, Albus!” It barked gruffly. “As if he would be placed anywhere other than Gryffindor, right beside Mr. Potter!”
“Well, I guess that answers THAT!” Few were the times when Dumbledore was anything even remotely resembling gobsmacked. This, however, was one of those times. “I must say, THAT is a first!”
Aidan wondered if this day could get any more surreal. The Sorting Hat was dissing Dumbledore! At this point, the redhead wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised to see Hagrid come waltzing through the door, arm in arm with Dame Edna, all prepared to help her spend the greater part of those legendary squillions.
“Well, Mr. Potter, it appears that your journey to Privet Drive has been postponed,” Dumbledore announced.
“Brilliant!” Harry exclaimed.
Meanwhile, Aidan did a very enthusiastic internal “happy dance.” If Harry didn’t go home, then he and Dudley would not get attacked by Dementors, and there would be no need for that trumped up trial in August. Things were definitely looking up!
“For right now, I’d like you to go and find Professor McGonagall for me. The last I knew, she was in the greenhouses with Professor Sprout. Please bring her back here so that she can meet Mr. Agrandir.”
Harry stood to leave. He got halfway to the door, and found that he could go no further.
“Sir,” Aidan began, gesturing toward Harry.
“Oh, yes, of course.” Dumbledore rose from his chair and made his way over to the bookshelf that ran all along the far side of his office. He retrieved a narrow ebony box and returned to his desk.
“The reluctance you feel to be away from each other is completely normal. The Mactus gift has caused an automatic and immediate wizarding bond to occur between the two of you. The purpose of the bond is to increase the chances that the two of you will be together any time the power magnification is necessary.” Dumbledore opened the box and held it out for the boys’ perusal. “Nicholas and I found that these pendants made brief periods of separation possible for us. Otherwise, we ran into the same difficulty you’re experiencing.”
The pendants, identical gold Gryffindor lions suspended from thin braided gold chains, lay side by side on the black velvet lining. Each boy placed one of the pendants around his neck.
“Now, as I said, this will work for SHORT periods of time. After a few hours, you will begin to feel progressively more agitated, until the time that you are again in each other’s presence,” Dumbledore warned. “Make certain you wear the pendants as often as possible. Otherwise, they will lose their effectiveness.”
Once the pendant was around his neck, Aidan felt a tingling sensation at his throat, which almost immediately relocated directly to his cock. He gasped, and glanced at Harry. The brunette’s eyes were enormous.
Yep, the day could indeed get more surreal.
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Harry, after glancing longingly at Aidan, left the office to retrieve Professor McGonagall.
“I think, Aidan that you’re going to want to avoid telling anyone about your knowledge of future events,” Dumbledore began. “Human nature being what it is, you will be hounded mercilessly for information that you can’t, in good conscience, share with anyone.”
“I’m sure you’re right about that.” Aidan nodded, doing his best to sit still. The tingling in his cock continued. “But what SHOULD we tell people? Hermione and Ron especially. It won’t be easy to put them off.”
“Indeed.” Dumbledore chuckled. “Miss Granger, in particular, is most tenacious when confronted with what she perceives to be a mystery.”
“Sir, I’d love to promise you that I’ll never blow my cover.” Aidan sighed, sweat beginning to roll down his back. “But I’ve read the books so many times, I just know there will be times when things just come flying out of my mouth before I even realize what I’m saying.”
“I’m sure that’s true, Mr. Agrandir. Particularly in moments of high stress.” Dumbledore smiled ironically.
You mean like RIGHT NOW? “Yeah, I’ve already messed up in a major way with Ron and Hermione, and I haven’t even been here an hour.” He sighed, feeling chagrined. “Sorry, sir.”
“Given the unusual circumstances of your arrival, your reaction is completely understandable.” Dumbledore assured him. “I’m sure you were totally flummoxed.”
“Still am, to be honest.” Aidan laughed shakily. More than you could possibly know!
“We will want our explanations to be as simple as possible,” Dumbledore advised. “Unnecessary complications will only put us at risk for exposure.”
They decided together that nobody except Dumbledore would know the full truth about Aidan. The Trio, and the professors who would be assisting with his training over the summer, would be told that the Mactus gift coming into fruition had resulted in Aidan very suddenly being brought to Hogwarts. Since he had been raised by American muggles (which was the absolute truth), he was unaware of his wizarding gifts before that time (also the absolute truth). He would need special tutoring over the summer to enable him to “catch up” in time for the new school year in September. At that point, he would simply appear to be a transfer student who gets sorted into Gryffindor.
“And, for the times when I say or know things I shouldn’t, maybe I can just claim to be ‘occasionally’ clairvoyant,” Aidan quipped. It was taking every bit of his resolve to not press his hand against the front of his uncomfortably tight trousers.
“Actually, that is an excellent idea. An uncomplicated explanation, covering a multitude of sins - both current and future.” Dumbledore nodded. “Very clever, Mr. Agrandir.”
By this time Harry and Professor McGonagall had returned. After brief introductions, Harry was asked to take Aidan on a tour of the castle and grounds. Dumbledore and McGonagall sat down to discuss these new developments.
Aidan, for his part, didn’t know whether to be glad to leave Dumbledore’s office, or to be worried about the fact that he was now going to be alone with Harry. Well - not really alone. His dick had suddenly developed enough presence and personality to require its own email address.
“Professor, how long will the pendants cause these unusual…vibrations?” Harry asked, blushing furiously.
“Oh, my, yes - I’d forgotten all about that,” Dumbledore said distractedly. “I imagine it will continue until your wizarding bond is completely consummated.”
The two boys were silent as they left Dumbledore’s office. Aidan’s aforementioned internal happy dance quickly escalated to an internal "euphoria dance."
When they reached the bottom of Dumbledore’s revolving stairway, Harry turned hesitantly toward Aidan. “Do you......did he mean….what it sounds like he meant?”
“I think so,” Aidan answered quietly. "He used that 'C' word."
"You mean 'consummation?'"
"Yeah."
“Wow.” Harry, obviously in shock, turned and wandered slowly in no particular direction. After a moment, Aidan followed, as Harry walked along, continuing to spout quiet exclamations.
“Fuck………….Shite…………..Damn…….…Bugger………Merlin’s balls………Holy hell.......................Bollocks…………..Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.............Son of a bitch.”
The Boy Who Lived To Develop Tourette’s Syndrome. Aidan gnawed on his tongue to keep from laughing out loud.
After a fairly long walk, they came to what Aidan was certain must be the Room of Requirement. Currently the room was furnished pretty simply, with a couple of chairs and a small sofa grouped invitingly around the fireplace. Harry, however, made his way to the padded window seat. Aidan joined him there.
For a long moment neither boy spoke. Eventually, Harry asked hesitantly, “I imagine you’re…..pretty upset about all of this?”
This question surprised Aidan. “No. Not at all, actually.”
A myriad of emotions passed over Harry’s visage - surprise, hope, fear, cynicism, hope again, even more fear, a smile, and then uncertainty. “Really?” his voice grew husky. “Could I ask you a very personal question?”
Aidan nodded.
“Are you……um…....do you…....…what kind…..…do you like….…oh, shit!” Harry ran his hand through his hair, growling with frustration.
“I like guys,” Aidan answered quietly. “I’m not into girls at all. Never have been.”
Harry smiled softly, the hopeful look returning to his face.
“How about you?” Aidan asked gently. “Are YOU okay with the idea of…all this?”
“I’m completely okay with the idea of being with YOU,” Harry answered, blushing furiously and looking down. “I just wish it could have happened under normal circumstance. I mean, not because of a bond that some gods have put into place, without even considering what we might want.”
Aidan nodded, deciding to be completely honest. “Harry, for whatever it’s worth, I think I would want to be with you even if we weren’t trying to build a wizarding bond.”
“I feel the same way.” He looked up, grinning shyly. “I felt that way the moment I saw you.”
“I wish we could have just met, and become friends, and then…..”
“Exactly.” Harry sighed sadly. “Maybe this sounds stupid, but I always thought…..well….if I was going to be bonded with someone…..it would be nice if…….”
“It would be nice if it was someone you had fallen in love with first?” Aidan asked.
“Yeah.” Harry nodded, looking down again. “Dumb, huh?”
“Well, if it is, that makes a pair of us, because I want the same thing.”
“Maybe we don’t have to move as quickly as he’s trying to make it sound like we do,” Harry suggested. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the crazy old coot. But he’s so focused on this war, sometimes he forgets that there’s more to life than the Voldemort problem.”
“You mean, he’d be so anxious to have things settled, that he’d push us to bond as quickly as possible? So you would be better prepared, in case Voldemort decided that today was the day?”
“Yeah. It’s like he’s completely forgetting that a wizarding bond is forever. He somehow thinks EVERYTHING else should be sacrificed in the name of taking out Voldemort.” Harry sighed with frustration. “I mean, take you, for instance. You haven’t even been here a day, and he’s already tying you up on the altar with me.”
“Well, that IS the only reason I’m here.” Aidan did his best to ignore his body’s reaction to thoughts of being tied up with Harry. “Whoever is responsible for bringing me here had no other reason for doing so.”
“That’s so freaking unfair, though!” Harry growled. “It makes me want to slap the shit out of somebody. Anybody. I don’t really care who!”
“Well, as soon as we figure out who did it, we’ll kick their asses,” Aidan suggested, beaming.
Harry snorted with laughter, and then grew serious again. “You DO realize that being bonded with me will put you right beside me on the ‘Most Likely To Eat Shit and Die’ list?”
“I don’t think I have anything to say about it.” Aidan sighed. “I mean, look - last night, I went to sleep, in my own bed, thousands of miles away, in this wasteland called Saybrook, Ohio. This morning I wake up here.” He stood up, beginning to pace back and forth, hoping it might relieve that damn persistent buzzing in his cock. “I didn’t do anything to make it happen. I just showed up here. I have no idea how.” (Never mind the fact that it’s the coolest damn thing I’ve ever experienced!)
He continued. “I guess I’ll just have to hang around and do what it seems I’ve been called here to do. What other choice do I have? If I buy the farm - well…..shit…..” Aidan shrugged. “I mean, certainly there are worse ways to go than being ‘taken out’ while watching Harry Potter’s ass!”
Too late Aidan realized what he’d said. He gasped, slapping his hand over his mouth. Harry looked momentarily startled, and then burst out laughing. He stood, holding out his arms, and Aidan stepped willingly into his embrace.
It was like coming home for the first time ever. For both of them.~
~~~~FOUR~~~
"Immobulus!!!”
‘Here we go again.’
Aidan felt every muscle in his body seize up. It was only Harry’s arms around him that kept him from falling flat on his face.
Harry turned quickly toward the door. Ron and Hermione stood just inside the room. Hermione’s face was white with shock. Ron, his complexion a hideous shade of green that clashed desperately with his hair, had his wand raised toward Aidan.
“See, Mione? I TOLD you there was something ‘off’ about him!” Ron’s voice squeaked like a house elf. “You’re safe now, Harry! Good thing we got here when we did!”
“What the hell are you doing?” Harry demanded.
“He’s a vampire! He was just about to bite you!” Ron insisted “He must have already hit you with that.….that…mesmerizing thingy they do! You should have seen the look on your face!”
“Ron, listen-” Harry began.
“Don’t you worry, Harry!” Ron started across the room, vengeance in his eye. “We know just what to do!”
“RON!” Harry snapped.
“Quick, Mione, - conjure a crucifix!”
“God DAMN it, Ron!” Harry shouted. “I swear to Merlin, if you don’t get a grip, I’m gonna hex you so hard, your socks will get to the infirmary 10 minutes before you do!”
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“Why don’t you go ahead and walk them to the train?” A fully enervated Aidan suggested quietly. “You can use that time to explain what’s going on.”
Although Ron and Hermione had managed to calm down enough to accept the idea that Harry was NOT in mortal peril, they were still demanding an explanation. Who was this person? Where did he come from? How could they be sure he wasn’t dangerous? Why was Harry now spending the summer at Hogwarts, instead of going back to Privet Drive, the only place that Dumbledore said was truly safe for him? And most importantly - “Why the fuck were you kissing him?”
“I don’t want to leave you alone,” Harry answered, tucking a russet lock behind Aidan’s ear.
“I’ll be fine, Harry.” Aidan leaned slightly into the other boy’s touch. “While you’re gone, I’ll probably take a nap over there-“
Aidan gestured toward the small sofa, which, because it was located in The Room of Requirement, immediately adjusted itself to the perfect depth and cushiness for an afternoon nap. A soft chenille throw, almost like an afterthought, glimmered into view.
“-on that sofa,” Aidan gasped, his eyes enormous.
Harry looked hesitant. “I don’t know about this.”
“It’ll be okay. I’m pretty tired, actually. I don’t think I slept very well last night. Uh - whenever, and wherever last night was.” Aidan grinned ruefully. “Besides, you won’t be seeing them all summer. They need some time alone with you.”
Harry was still unsure, but had to admit - his little redhead did look quite worn out. “You have had a pretty rough day so far, haven’t you?” he asked gently, cupping Aidan’s cheek with his hand.
The simple touch, and the sustained eye contact, sent a veritable tsunami of emotions washing over both boys. It seemed to Aidan that he may never breathe properly, or think clearly, again. There was suddenly something decidedly odd about the way time was passing. And - the most delightful aroma he’d ever encountered threatened to make him swoon like some pathetic Victorian heroine in one of those really bad gothic romances.
One thing was certain - the buzzing in his cock, which had just increased dramatically - could probably be heard by everyone in the room. But that was okay, because judging from the look in Harry’s eyes, they had a common condition. Dumbledore, the interfering, manipulative old perv, was going to have his way, probably before the day was out. Aidan didn’t know whether to jump up and down and cheer, or - jump up and down and cheer even more loudly.
Harry looked away just long enough to glance significantly down at the sofa, which promptly doubled in size. “I’ll be back before you know it,” Harry said, his smoldering gaze returning to Aidan’s.
Aidan drew in a slow, shaky breath, which he let back out just as slowly. “I’ll be right here.”
“Harry, you are REALLY scaring me,” Ron whimpered fretfully.
Hermione, for once, had no editorial comments, but she glanced speculatively from one boy to the other. “We need to go. We’re going to miss the train.”
Harry gave Aidan’s hand a final squeeze, and headed for the exit. He smirked as Aidan’s hearty laughter rang out behind him, just as the door was closing
He must have seen the handcuffs.
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Harry congratulated himself for the Slytherin way he handled the situation. Once he revealed the details of Aidan’s Mactus gift, Hermione slipped right into “lecture mode.” He hardly had to say anything. As always, she was glad to bombard Ron with everything she knew about the chosen subject, explaining to him in great detail what a fabulous benefit a Mactus was for Harry, and that he would know about these things if only he paid attention in class, and-
Ron was just relieved to know that, because of the wizarding bond, Harry’s kisses would be confined to Aidan.
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In the end, Aidan didn’t actually sleep very long.
He knew he was awake, but he had yet to open his eyes. He was afraid to find out where he was.
To say that “So much had happened” was like saying “Gee, there is a lot of corruption in the political arena.” Now that he was alone, he began to be afraid that this amazing adventure had all been a dream. At some point, he would have to open his eyes, and he was sure he’d be back in his own bed in Saybrook. Pretty soon he’d hear his mom yelling at him. ("Get up, Aidan! You’re late again! You’ve got 15 minutes until your bus comes!")
He would never have the chance to be with Harry. To look into his eyes and see gazing back at him what looked like centuries of recognition. Just one of the countless times they had met, for the first time, and yet for the hundredth time. So new, and yet so familiar. Like visiting a brand new place, knowing full well you’d been there countless times already. And boy, was it wonderful to be back. Even if it was all in his imagination, and was only going to last for a couple of hours. Sometimes, a couple of hours were worth as much, if not more than, a couple of decades.
He sighed, rolling over on to his stomach. Was he really still on the sofa, in the Room of Requirement? He was afraid to hope.
He heard a door open, and footsteps coming toward him. He held his breath, telling himself that, no matter what he saw when he opened his eyes, he WOULD be grateful for what had happened so far. Even if it was “over” - he would be thankful for the little bit of time he’d gotten to spend in this world, with Harry.
Someone sat down beside him, and the fingers of a gentle hand began carding through his hair. It felt incredible. He thought if he moved, or opened his eyes, the person would stop, and he couldn’t bear that right now. Just a little bit longer, please….
The person, whoever it was, lay down beside him and moved his hair to one side. Aidan trembled as soft lips nuzzled and caressed the nape of his neck, and an arm snaked around him, cuddling him against a warm body.
“I wanted to find out if you taste as wonderful as you smell,” Harry whispered.
Aidan sighed with relief, astounded at the intensity of his feelings. Thank God he didn’t have to try and drum up gratitude for being back in Saybrook after all!
“You have no idea how glad I am to see you.” Aidan turned toward Harry and was promptly clasped tightly in his arms. “I wasn’t sure where I might be when I woke up.”
“That’s understandable.” Harry rolled them over so that the smaller boy lay on top of him. Smiling gently, he continued to card his fingers through the silky auburn locks, eventually working his way down Aidan’s back, until he reached the redhead’s perfect, irresistible haunches. “I’m really glad you’re still here.”
“So am I,” Aidan whispered softly, trembling from head to toe. Harry’s hands felt heavenly on his ass, and the position brought their hips into direct contact.
Harry slowly arched up against Aidan, causing their tortured cocks to slide tantalizingly against each other.
Aidan gasped, captivated by Harry’s emerald gaze and his entrancing caresses. Normally a fairly reserved person, at least outwardly, he felt himself spiraling out of control. This was so delicate. He wanted to be with Harry so desperately. He’d never wanted ANYTHING so badly before. But who really knew how long he would even be here? Did he have any right to-
Harry arched against him again, crushing Aidan’s lips with his own.
Some part of Aidan that he did not recognize took over at that point. Suddenly, nothing mattered except having as much of himself in contact with as much of Harry as possible. Soon he realized that someone was making noises he didn’t think were possible with human vocal chords.
Oh - that someone was him.
Harry, answering with some heretofore unuttered sounds of his own, rolled them over again so that the smaller boy was now under him. The magic, intrinsic in their mutual desire, caused their clothing to disappear. Completely unhindered, Harry pressed down into Aidan, their bodies joining together instinctively, as though forged for just this moment. Neither of them would ever again remember a time when they weren’t part of each other.
They moved together, perhaps forever, or perhaps for mere moments. It was impossible to tell. This age-old dance of love was choreographed just for them. Harry was certain that nothing could compare to the rapture of being inside his lover’s tight heat. He realized it could get even better when Aidan gasped and wrapped his legs tightly around Harry’s waist.
“Dilego adamo venustas carus!” Aidan shrieked, shaking uncontrollably. “VINCULUM!”**
A swirling rainbow of light briefly surrounded the two boys, then bounced around the room, shattering several windows, as they exploded together in release. They were transported to somewhere beautiful made especially for them, a place no one else would ever encroach upon, or understand. It was beyond perfection.
A/N: **Various Latin words which translate to differing aspects of "love." The exception is Vinculum, which means "bond."~