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      Published: 2009-05-16 Completed: 2009-05-25 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 4864
****** Blood, Sex and Booze ******
by Aella Des [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     Au/non-magical. A secret drove him away, but that secret could be his
     saving grace.
Notes
     Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally
     archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial
     reasons. To preserve the archive, I began manually importing its
     works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in August 2016. I
     e-mailed all creators about the move and posted announcements, but
     may not have reached everyone. If you are (or know) this creator,
     please contact me using the e-mail address on HP_Fandom_collection
     profile.
***** Summer's Gone *****
                             Blood, Sex and Booze
I own nothing, but the plot…
Summary: Au/Non-magical. A secret drove him away, but that secret could be his
saving grace. Threesome. Rated for later chapters.
Authoress Note: Hello all, after being away from the fan fiction world for
nearly three years I’m back and starting out my new career with a challenge fic
issued by Orions7. This will be a 7-10 part fic with the possibility of a
sequel. I hope you enjoy, give me a review with some meat plz!
                                   Preface:
He sighed as the warm water fell from the showerhead, washing away all the
days’ worries. He held his head under the water for a moment longer before he
began washing his body. At the moment, he was in the bathroom of a cheap motel
off the main highway somewhere in Colorado with his lovers. Moments before he
was wondering how he, how they, had got there. Then he reminded himself, it all
started that day after football practice….
 
                                 Chapter One:
“Put your pencil down Mr. Potter, your time is up.” a shrewd voice announced.
Said youth sighed as he dropped the pencil on the desk an closed his testing
book placing the answering sheet on top. He looked at all the neatly circled
bubbles, all neatly circled except for one. The very last question on the test
had been a ringer and anyone who looked over his answer sheet would have seen
that. Each bubble had obviously been filled in, erased an then filled in again
to only be erased. The question did not lead to a clear answer, it led to the
conclusion of each answer having a possibility of being right. In the end, he
had just filled in the ‘C’ bubble and had starred at it for the remainder of
the testing period, which was an hour.
Having already given his test an pencil that was provided to him back to Mrs.
McGonagall, the Admissions’ Testing Supervisor, he was told his results would
be emailed to him within the week an if things went well then he would be
starting this Monday coming up. She gave him a book containing school rules and
dress codes followed by a book that had all the classes listed and categorized.
He thanked her an looked around the room for a moment before he was told he
could have a look around the school if he liked, it being after hours there
were only member of the athletic departments left on campus.
“There’s a map inside the school rules pamphlet to direct you around. I could
come with you if would like.” she asked kindly.
“No thank you ma’am,” Harry replied softly, smiling.
“Well then,” she began as she got up from her desk,” The school closes its
doors at 7 sharp so be on your way before then or risk being locked in for the
night.”
He nodded at her and headed for the door, but was stopped by her voice once
more.
“I’m sure you scored high enough to enter here. Your file says you were part of
the athletic department?” she said, a question in her voice.
“Oh, yeah. I was on the track team for a while.”
“Well, if you’re any good our school has a team that is quite competitive.”
there was a spark of pride tinged in her words.
His face brightened at that. He was hoping to check out the team if he was
allowed admissions. That had been the only redeeming thing he had been looking
forward too since arriving in Oregon. He shook his head before his brain went
down that road again.
“Then I hope I’m accepted, I love running. Thank you again ma’am.” he said
politely.
She nodded once at him before turning back to her desk to gather up her things.
Taking that as a dismissal he exited the classroom an open the school rules,
finding the map on page three. The school was in a shape of large octagon with
its sporting fields in the back an parking on both sides of the school.
Already knowing where he wanted to go he followed the directions on the map,
exiting the building completely an walking the length of the student parking
lot. It was nearly empty except for a few odd, but expensive, cars and SUV’s.
He heard it before he saw it. Coming to a corner, he peaked around it and was
met by the football field. Off behind the football field he could make out a
diamond shaped field, the baseball field, an another field which looked like it
was used for track, an completely empty.
He sighed, sadden he wouldn’t be able to spy on his possible future teammates,
an glad that he wouldn’t have to walk across the football field. On the
football field were the football players and he had never had a good experience
with them. Faintly his mind traveled back to Hope Wood High an their
quarterback, Ron Weasley. Ron was a tall broad teen with bright red hair,
freckles and the crudest behavior an manners that would make a saint curse. For
all valid reason he would have easily been an outcast if he didn’t have such a
good arm an Harry found himself wishing more than once that he would break it
an never be allowed back on the field again.
At his last school, you were a football player or thought of as gay, which was
fine by Harry since he was gay, but he didn’t want to be called out for it on
every ear. It wasn’t as if he didn’t play a sport, track and soccer took up
most of his time, but the male population didn’t see it that way an went of
their way to make his life a living hell. It wasn’t bad enough his home life
was on egg shells he had to wake up 9 months out of the year to go through it
all over again.
He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t hear the whistle that ended
practice; an he didn’t notice that the players were coming until the last
minute, but it was too late for him to escape. He might have been a fast
runner, but even he couldn’t walk fast enough to avoid being seen by the
players.
“Next time your running, Malfoy, watch where the hell ya going!” a voice
called.
“Whatever Sanders, it’s not my fucking fault you couldn’t get out of my way.” a
voice, which Harry assumed was owned by Malfoy, retorted.
“Guys, shut up! Have you seen that kid before?”
Harry could feel all their eyes boring into the back of his head and he
quickened his pace. He really didn’t want to get off to the wrong start at this
school. He just wanted to be normal. He gave a small snort to himself.
‘Oh, but you can never be normal Harry…ever!’
“Hey! Hey kid wait up!” a deep baritone voice called.
Nearly automatically his feet stopped moving an he slowly turned around to see
two teens, day and night, running towards him. His eyes widen as he watched
them, he could feel the heat rolling up his neck as his thoughts drifted. One
teen was dark as chocolate, tall with lean muscles and wavy looking short black
hair. His eyes were a warm hazel and his full pink lips were pulled into a
smile that expose brilliant, even, white teeth. The other teen was his day.
Where as the other had dark skin this one had skin so fair it would make an
angel jealous. White blond hair that was pulled back into a ponytail an ended
gods know where. Bright blue eyes starred into his green ones and those rosy
lips were pulled into a smirk. Their uniforms clung to them, showing everything
they had to offer. The black and gold giving them little justice.
He shook his head as he starred up at the teens through his bangs.
“Hey, kid, you lost or something?” The dark one asked.
‘Kid!’ his mind wheeled and now more than ever he cursed his lack of height. No
matter how tall his dad was an insisted he was going to be, he took after his
mother in frame.
“Um..no just looking around… I err just got done taking a exam.” Harry mumbled.
“Exam?” the blond one mumbled, then his face lit up. “Oh the entrance exam. New
‘eh, where you from?”
His voice washed over Harry. It was somewhat refined, deep for sure, with a
touch of a country accent that he was going to have to get used to.
“New York.” he said, an for some odd reason he found himself blushing.
“Oh, city boy. Well this is a small place, you’re gonna stick out like a sore
thumb. Everyone knows everyone here. Blaise Zabini by the way.” the dark one
said.
“Harry…Harry Potter.”
“An I’m Draco Malfoy. Got any uses, play football?” the blond one asked.
“Draco,” Blaise scolded.
“What?” Malfoy asked innocently.
Harry looked between the two, suddenly feeling even more awkward that before.
“Erm, just track an soccer, well track now since your school doesn’t have
soccer.” he shifted on his feet, his lower back was killing him an he inwardly
groaned knowing what was going to happen in the next few days.
Blaise turned his focus on him once more after he finished speaking.
“Track, ever thought about football? We’re in need of a running back, back-up.
Draco here can’t seem to stay out of trouble.” he said, glaring out the side of
his eye at the blond an said blond huffed.
“I’m a lousy catcher. Tried out for baseball once an blacked my eye trying to
catch the damn thing.” he laughed nervously, looking between the two of them.
Neither laughed, but they didn’t comment on about it either.
Blaise stepped forward, taking up a bit of Harry’s personal bubble.
“Well we’re having a party tomorrow night at the lake. We defeated our rivals
last week an couldn’t have it then. You should drop by, get to know us a little
better.”
If Harry didn’t know any better he would have thought the other teen had purred
the words. He looked between the two, wondering if this was some kind of joke.
He had never been invited anywhere by anyone, let alone to a party. His throat
grew dry as both teens watched him.
“Eh, I err…I’ve got to find out first.” he mumbled looking anywhere but up.
“Well, if you decide to come, its at the park, on the beach in the back.”
Malfoy said.
“Like he knows where that’s at.” Blaise glared, he reached around in his
athletic bag and produced a scrap of paper and a pen. He leaned against the
wall behind Harry to write on the paper.
Harry felt the heat rise to his cheeks as he felt the taller body press into
his slightly and he prayed to any god listening that his hormones would just
resist the urge. Lucky for him, Blaise was off him in seconds and holding out
the paper to him.
“My number, call and we’ll come an pick you up.”
Harry looked at the paper for a moment before accepting it, stuffing it into
his bag.
“Come on, we’ve got ‘clean up duty’ from daddy dearest.” the blond drawled.
The dark teen rolled his eyes and looked at him once more.
“Call any time.” he said softly before turning to his blond friend and they
both walked away.
“See you around.” the blond through carelessly over his shoulder.
Harry slumped against the wall, eyes wide as he watched the two head towards a
silver SUV. He bit his lip as he turned against the wall and willed his legs to
work so he could walk back to his god fathers’ house.
‘Any time,’ his mind echoed.
‘sure’
End Chapter.
Next chapter: Sirius, hormones, drugs, more hormones and a little bit into
Harry’s secret…in that order, lol. Stick around. Remember to leave a review
plz, tell me of any mistakes as well since this is unbeta’d. :/
***** Hitchin' A Ride *****

Author's notes: ^^
===============================================================================
                             Blood, Sex and Booze
Authoress Note: If you look back at the first chapter you will noticed I
changed the location. I had err…forgotten to fix that before I posted. Whoops.
For everyone’s info, the boys live in Oregon, Saint Helens Oregon, goggle map
it an you might know why I picked there instead of some fancy place, lol. Sorry
for the lateness as well. This was due out Saturday, but this…Monday, was the
first day since last Tuesday I’ve been online…late bill >.>
One more thing...I've started writing for my 2nd fic, for my own pleasure. Its
a Bill/Harry pairing and is called, In His Arms. Its chan, but the smut will
come later on. Just thought you should know, so tell all your Barry fans to get
ready! Setting begins after the Blown up Marge incident...here's a summary to
nibble on.
Summary: Dumbledore finally made the right decision and stepped into Harry’s
life after the Aunt Marge fiasco, sending him to Egypt for the summer with our
favorite Curse Breaker. How will they fare the heat of thrice fold?
Cliche much? If so, oh well, lulz. I hope you'll like that one and it will be
posted as soon as I finish this story.
On a good note...there will be a sequel to this. I've decided its too short not
to be one. The sequel will be a WIP tho.
A_somber_Memorial_Day_to_you_all.
                         Chapter Two: Hitchin’ a Ride
The Most Noble House of Black, or at least that’s what Harry godfathers mother
has named the house, was an odd sight in the modern neighborhood of South
Plymouth Street off Old Oregon rd. With its three stories, gothic detail and
slightly flourishing garden it was clear to anyone someone took pride in their
English roots. Built back in the early twenties before the great depression the
Black’s were known as ‘wealthy immigrants’’, making their name known slowly in
the small community. At that time, Walburga Black had only been six years old.
Now elderly and frail, her eldest son, Sirius Black, was her caretaker…but
don’t let that fool you into thinking their relationship were that of something
off the perfect 60’s sitcom.
“Sirius! Sirius….Sirius its tea time, where’s my tea!” she screeched.
Elderly yes, frail with voice, no, and how her son wished she was a vegetable.
“Coming mother!” he yelled from the kitchen.
Long shaggy black hair swayed in angry swirls as he moved about the kitchen
getting the tea trolley ready. This was not how he had imagined himself at age
40. At this age, he saw himself moving up in the world. He saw all his friends
around him, a lover and maybe a child or two. Never in his wildest dreams or
nightmares had he thought he would be sentenced to this fate. Living at his
childhood home, drawing no money of his own and taking care of his mother to
boot everything else. He would have been fine with the latter of the three if
his mother were out of the picture. He’d give her one thing; she was a tough
old gargoyle.
Outliving her late husband by twenty years and his little brother by five,
tragic twist of events with their deaths. Sirius was the only family she had
left; to bad she treated him like a constant mistake all her life. She was,
after all, a few screws loose up top. Honestly, who names their children Sirius
and Regulus now and days? Then again, his whole family had been a few screws
loose.
Rapping on her door softly he entered, ushering a trolley full of sweets,
teakettle and tea cups in front of himself. He spied the clock on her bedside
table and faintly reminded himself Harry would be home soon.
“About time you silly boy. Make my tea, cream and no sugar. Biscuit and
chocolate.” she finally announced.
He made no move before though; doing so would have caused her to screech at him
some more and he wanted to avoid that like a Barbra Streisand concert.
Pouring the milk over the spoon into the tea, his mother was funny about how
the milk was poured; he set it aside and wheeled the cart to her beside table.
Getting a small saucer ready, filled with sweets and another to hold her
teacup.
“Anything else mother?” he chimed.
She looked murderously at him, readying her self to say a few words before the
sound of a door closing alerted them both that they did not live alone anymore.
“I honestly don’t know why you would allow someone like… him into this house!
Your grandfather is rolling in his grave.” she whispered fiercely at him,
putting an emphasis on ‘him’.
He snarled at her to mind her place. Seeing her shrink back in mock fear he
shook his head, rolling the trolley out of the room. Standing in the side
hallway, he would always be alone and found himself thankful for the way the
house was laid out for once. He didn’t want Harry to see him angry. He was here
to get away from all that in the first place. Plastering a smile onto his
slightly tanned face he strolled down the hall and to the left before coming to
a door, which lead into the living room. Upon opening the door he found his
godson sitting on the floor Indian style with the yellow pages in his lap.
“Hey Harry, how’d it go?” Sirius called, making the other boy jump slightly.
Blushing lightly he starred up at his godfather an smiled sheepishly.
“It was fairly easy…except the last problem.” Harry said with a shrug.
Sirius snickered to himself as he sat down opposite from Harry in a recliner he
brought a few years ago just to piss his mother off. She didn’t like ‘common’
items, an seeing how this was a gaudy maroon recliner brought at a yard sell
for 10 bucks an had seen better days, it was certainly common. Turning the TV
onto something random he couldn’t help to think that was funny, Harry actually
being confused on something. The boy was damn near a genius.
‘Some question.’ he thought.
“What you looking for? A doctor’s office? I told you, you wont be able to find
anyone for your case here, we’ll have to drive you further out.” he said.
Harry blushed again and damned his ever-changing chemical balance. An if that
wasn’t the biggest oxymoron he had ever heard of.
“No, I…a few guys at the school gave me their numbers, something about a
victory party.” Harry said, clueless.
Social events and him did not mix well at all. He was bound to make himself
look like a fool tomorrow night if he went.
‘If there’s even a party.’another part of him thought. He pushed it away
though. He wanted to believe there was a party and those guys were really
inviting him. He wanted to believe that he was finally doing something normal.
“Party, eh…where at, who invited you?”
“The quarterback from the team, Blaise Zabini, and the running back, Draco
Malfoy, its at the lake tomorrow. I just want to see if Blaises’ number is for
real.” his voice caught a little at the end at the thought of this being a
joke.
Sirius frowned. He knew Blaises’ mother, Ava, she was a fine woman who raised
her son with an iron fist. He wouldn’t be so cruel to do something, but Malfoy
on the other hand…was a very different case. The boy was cocky and arrogant as
his father. An if there was an even bigger ass it would be his father.
‘But sons aren’t always their fathers man.’he reminded himself.
“Let me see the number, you won’t find it in there, its private. I know his
mother.” he explained.
Harry just raised a single brow at his godfather before handing over the slip
of notebook paper. Sirius starred for a moment before he hummed and nodded.
“House number, if you call I don’t suggest doing so right now?”
“Why?” Harry asked, taking the paper back.
Sirius sighed. “Ava might be a smart woman, but she never did have the right
idea on a man.”
“Oh…oooh. Well, when should I erm…call?”
“Later, lets find something to look at. When will you find out about the
school?”
“Through an email, I’ll know before Monday if I’m in or not?” Harry said as he
snagged the remote and poked his tongue out at the older man. Sirius just
crossed his arms, but smiled as he watched his godson flipping though the
channels.
‘Maybe things would be normal for him here after all,’
                                     ~***~
The next afternoon came with rain and his worries over the party were squashed.
There would be no way the rain would let up any time soon for the water to be
evaporated. Who wants to be outside when its all muggy anyway?
This, however, didn’t help him avoid his fate of currently being in the
medicine isle looking for a bottle of extra strength aspirin. The brand he
usually brought wasn’t on display and upon asking the pharmacist it wasn’t even
sold in that store. The drawbacks of living in a small town were the number of
stores one could go to. Instead of walking another mile or two, since he didn’t
have a permit yet, he would pick from here. That decision had been made twenty
minutes ago, an yet here he stood biting his lower lip in frustration about
which one would do the job.
Once more, the story of his life, he was too distracted by thoughts to realize
he wasn’t alone in the isle anymore. Too late to hide or sneak around the
corner into a new isle quickly enough he jumped and nearly had a heat attack as
a familiar dark voice filled the void in his ears.
“You never called Harry.” Blaise said with a frown.
Harry spun around to see the dark teen leaning against the opposite isle with
an gaudy orange shopping cart in one hand full with chips and soda. His sprite
green eyes traveled up to meet the frowning face of the person whom his
thoughts were centered around since yesterday.
“I…I know, I’m sorry. It slipped my mind, honestly.” Harry stammered, blushing
an looking away.
“The parties still on…at my house. My folks will be out till midnight so no
worrying about rules.” Blaise offered, shifting on his feet.
Harry bit his lip. Sirius hadn’t said anything about letting him go and Harry
hadn’t bothered to ask either. An on top of all other things, he wasn’t feeling
too well.
“I’d love to, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to.” he answered honestly.
“You walked here? I could drive you back to your place and maybe you could find
out…”
Harry’s face screwed up for a moment in a mixed emotion.
“Why do you want me to go to your party so bad? What are you up to? Going to
make me the laughing stalk of the school before I even begin?” Harry demanded
and to his chagrin he felt the corner of his eyes to burn with unshed tears.
‘Pull it together man!’
“What!” the other teen nearly shouted. “No, my mother would kill me and on top
of that I was trying to be nice. Not many new people come to live here our age.
Do you know how absolutely boring it is here?” he whispered in a rush, looking
behind Harry to see if anyone was watching them.
“Your out of luck. I’ve got no stories to tell and I’m not that interesting.”
he insisted. Turning back to the medicine, he missed the smile that crossed the
other boys face.
“You don’t have to tell us anything. Hell a new face would be enough to excite
people around here. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to, but what about
a ride home? The storms not letting up any time soon.” Blaise asked.
Harry sighed, he didn’t like the thought of his clothes being drenched through
and through by the time he go back an being sick was the last thing he wanted
or needed.
“Alright, just let me get this,” he muttered, looking at the bottles of pills
once again.
Blaise shook his head at the other teen. He was really something else. Emotions
changing like a wave and oddly shy, but there was just something about the
other the stood out to Blaise. Well, not just Blaise, but Draco too. They’d
never met another male like him before, at least not here. It was…refreshing,
but at the same time it would be obvious to the rest of the school that Harry
was gay, or at least he assumed so. Being gay wasn’t widely accepted here,
maybe in the larger cities, but the gay pride movement had hit a wall in Saint
Helens.
At age 13 Blaise had been horrified when he met this revelation about himself.
First off, he was black, and no matter how much Italian blood he had in him
black was black. Two, the small town stereotype wasn’t made up for no reason.
Already the odds were stacked against him. So his only cover was sports. He
through himself head first into football, literally. There was where he had
first met Draco. Draco, while a little stuff and cocky, was the best friend he
could ever hope for. A friend who quickly turned into a lover and a promise
that it would only last until the summer was over with, spread its self over
nearly 4 years.
It was a relationship built on all degree levels of wrong an they were
considering taking it a step further in the dark.
He eyed the dark haired brunette who was bent over reading medicine bottles and
took in his small stature. He’d be perfect in the middle of him and Draco. He
was their opposite. Draco light and fair while he was dark an very masculine
while Harry was the caramel an nugget, sweet and innocent.
He shook his head before his thoughts were lead down another road. There would
be no way he would ever agree to enter a relationship with the both of them.
One of them, maybe, if he were gay, but not the both of them.
“What are you looking for?” he finally spoke, clearing his throat a little at
the end.
“Huh…oh, um just some pain killers, they don’t carry the brand I buy.” Harry
said absently as he read the back of a blue container.
“Have you tried Advil….BC maybe?”
“Never tried anything else…I guess I’ll get this.” he announced, holding a blue
and white bottle in his hands.
“That’s all?” Blaise asked.
“Yeah, you ready?” Harry asked an at that second a crack of thunder was made
and shook the roof to the rickety little drug store. Harry jumped a little an
bumped into Blaise, blushing madly an he hurriedly made his way down the isle.
All Blaise could think of was, ‘cute,’
                                     ~***~
Draco paced the length of his bedroom, glancing at the phone every once in a
while before scowling and pacing again. He had been up to that for the last
half hour and was worrying himself into a headache. He paused for a moment as
he heard a door slam shut and steeled himself.
                               Father was home.
The relationship between him an his father to put in simplest terms was
strained. Lucius Malfoy was running for mayor of this town, any small rumor
would be the biggest blow, and upset he could have happen to him.
Unfortunately, instead of being worried about the outside world, all lucius had
to do was walk up the stairs and open the fourth door on the left.
If word got out about how Draco Malfoy, Lucius’ only son, was gay, it would be
hell to pay.
Draco played his cards every chance he got with the man. He got the things he
wanted through blackmail, sad as it was, because his father knew there was no
other way. If he through his son out it would easy for Draco to show why he was
thrown out, making more scandalous rumors for him to battle against.
Lucius loved his son, but the family name would always be first.
 
While his thoughts were focused on his father, he missed the first ring of the
telephone. Cursing, he dove onto the king sized bed and reached for the phone
on the night stand, answering on the third ring.
“He’s here.” the voice at the other end said.
 
End Chapter Two:
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