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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Theodore_Nott/Harry_Potter, Theodore_Nott/Anthony_Goldstein
  Character:
      Theodore_Nott, Harry_Potter, Anthony_Goldstein
  Additional Tags:
      Missing_Moments, Smut, Accidental_Voyeurism, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex, Semi-
      Public_Sex
  Series:
      Part 1 of Tharry
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-29 Words: 1819
****** Fate's Way ******
by AgentHenry
Summary
     If this was fate's way of forcing Harry to question his life again,
     he was not amused.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Harry considered it the safest place to go.
It was close to midnight, past curfew, so he really wasn't expecting anyone
else to find their way to his new haven and invade the small moment of privacy
he was able to get. After all, if a person really wanted to wash in the middle
of the night, they were much more likely to use the showers in their dorms
rather than risk punishment to use the Prefects' bathroom.
Not everyone was lucky enough to own an invisibility cloak.
He didn't come to use the bath, not this time; the silence, the peace, that was
all he'd come for. Harry loved his friends, he didn't think he could trade them
for the world no matter what, but the thought of sitting with anyone, being
coaxed into a conversation he didn't want to partake in, had made Harry's
stomach turn violently and he'd snuck out of the common room under his cloak as
soon as the opportunity had presented itself. He'd wondered the halls aimlessly
until he'd come to the fifth floor and found the bathroom. Harry had peeked
around the door, found it empty and gone inside; he'd been in there ever since,
lying along the tiled floor and using his cloak as a pillow.
Alone, Harry was able to let his mind wander until it eventually shut down, his
breathing became soft and even, and his eyes closed of their own accord. He lay
there, not quite asleep but drifting enough for him to miss the sounds of
laughter come from outside, hushed whispers to shut up following it.
A dull thud jerked Harry back to reality, and hearing the unmistakeable sound
of a door handle rattling forced him onto his feet. He didn't have time to
think, only to react; he grabbed his cloak and ducked into the nearest cubicle
to him just as the door opened, pulling the curtain closed behind him.
Harry glanced at his surroundings, thankful he'd come to a changing room rather
than a shower or a toilet; a hanger stuck out above his head and a small bench
ran along the wall. He slid onto the bench and pulled up his legs to hide his
feet, hanging his cloak up to ensure it wouldn't fall to the floor. Biting his
lip to keep from making a noise and trying to control his breathing, Harry
wondered how fate could be so cruel as to have him hiding in a changing room
while a couple - two males by the deep tones of their moans, and wasn't that
interesting? - made out on the other side of the wall.
And since Harry had only ever seen two guys together once in all of his time at
Hogwarts, he cursed fate once more when his mind whispered the names of the
most obvious choices.
"God, it's been too long."
Even though it came out more as a breathless moan rather than the to-the-point
drawl Harry was used to hearing, he knew immediately that the one to speak was
Anthony Goldstein, a Ravenclaw considered insane by many people in each House
for befriending a Slytherin, though Theodore Nott was hardly your average
snake.
And they had a rather unusual friendship, the Slytherin in question being the
other male in the room.
Shaking away the forbidden images that came with what he was hearing, Harry
squeezed his eyes shut and thought of something else; Quidditch, homework, that
the Prefects bathroom reminded him of the changing rooms in the swimming baths
he went to when his Aunt Petunia could find no one to look after him, that she
used to make him wait in there with Dudley's things while his cousin got to
play in the water. Anything but the murmurs of two people he barely even knew
wanting sex in public. Not that they knew that.
"What do you want, Tony?" Theodore whispered and Harry damn near groaned; who
knew his voice could get so husky, sound so... hot?
It's always the quiet ones who surprised you the most, Harry's traitorous mind
told him.
He sounded so close, just on the other side of the wall if Harry had to guess;
he leant back against the tiles, wondered if they were back-to-back and what
Theodore would do if he knew there was a third person present.
"You know exactly what I want," Anthony whispered, though in the silent room it
seemed to echo. "And I know what you want; you let me and I'll let you."
Harry didn't try to understand what that meant; he didn't want to hear it at
all. His face was flushed with embarrassment and something else he couldn't
name; he grew hotter every time a noise escaped Theodore's lips. For someone
who barely opened his mouth in class, the Slytherin had a way with words, Harry
was wary to acknowledge.
And then they were moving, knocking into Harry's cubicle and moving the curtain
as they did so. He had just enough time to pull his legs up to his chest before
they pushed away; they were too busy to notice Harry, but now they were in his
line of sight, just about. He could see Anthony push Theodore down onto the
floor, caught the slow smirk on the Slytherin's face that told Harry clearly
that he didn't mind being told what to do.
Interesting...
His face burned, but Harry couldn't look away, not now that he could see them.
He saw Theodore around school quite a bit, knew that he was good looking, but
right now, half hidden behind the curtain, with flushed cheeks, sweat on his
tanned body glistening under the dim light (when they'd taken their shirts off,
Harry had no idea) and sounds coming from his mouth that should be illegal
given what they were doing to him, Harry couldn't describe Theodore Nott as
anything other than hot, and that scared him more than he could put into words.
Anthony moved lower to straddle Theodore's hips, keeping him sat upright to
stretch his friend's pajama bottoms and drop a hand inside.
"More," Theodore breathed and Anthony was only too happy to oblige.
Gently enough to not hurt, Anthony pushed Theodore onto his back, taking away
Harry's view of his face but giving him a perfect view of his hips, the V that
dipped down his thighs and, the moment the pants were pulled down, a part of
another boy's anatomy Harry had never even contemplated seeing, especially so
intimately.
But he couldn't turn away.
Harry glimpsed Theodore's cock for a moment before Anthony lowered himself down
to hover over the other boy's body, hand hidden underneath him; Anthony started
at Theodore's throat, tongue and teeth applying pressure in ways that seemed to
make Theodore moan, and worked his way down his chest, spending the most time
playing with the piercing in Theodore's right nipple and sucking on the bit of
skin where his hip connected with his thigh.
It was then, when Anthony moved over to his right, that Harry was able take
notice of the Slytherin's cock; he wasn't especially thick, a little less than
Harry it seemed, but he was long, the tip almost reaching his navel from
Harry's viewpoint.
Harry's pajama bottoms tented noticeably and his jaw dropped in mortification
as he realized that the unknown feeling within him was a healthy mix of lust
for the wanting Slytherin on the floor and jealousy for the greedy Ravenclaw
ready to stick another's dick in his mouth.
Anthony created a path up Theodore's length with his tongue, rolling along the
tip and lapping up the pre-come that had leaked out. Theo arched his back and
moved an arm from his side to an unknown spot above his head, away from Harry's
line of sight; Anthony grinned at the action and continued to suck.
They've done this before.
A memory of fourth year came to the front of Harry's memory, of the two of them
making out outside during the Yule Ball; Harry had spotted them from the corner
of his eye and run before he was noticed, but he'd seen enough to figure out
what had been about to happen - Theodore dropping to his knees being his
biggest clue.
But the thought of Anthony doing the same to the Slytherin was completely
different and Harry found himself hating it.
Harry turned away after that, the tension and anger causing his erection to
wane. He didn't want to see any more, he wished they'd never come here. Then he
wished he'd never; it wasn't his place to resent their relationship, he had no
control over them and no right to ever think so.
He couldn't stop hearing it, though, not unless he cast a silencing charm and
he didn't want to chance that in case they heard or noticed anything. He
covered his face behind his knees, freaked out and confused, and tried to
ignore every sound coming from their lips.
"Say his name, Theo, it's okay," Anthony whispered.
Harry's head snapped up. Whose name?
It couldn't be Anthony's name; it would be stupid of him to refer to himself in
the third person, or incredibly self-centered, but Harry had never really
considered him so. So, who could Theodore Nott be thinking about right now?
Anthony withdrew his fingers from between Theodore's legs and Harry stared in
shock, somewhat awed as Anthony guided himself into Theodore's entrance. Harry
still couldn't see Theodore's face, but the sounds the boy made made him think
it wasn't exactly a pleasant feeling... at least at first.
The Ravenclaw paused for a few moments, gently coaxing Theo to relax and asking
if he was okay. He must have been given the go ahead because he started to
move, his pace quickening with every encouraging word from Theodore. Anthony
moved forward to lean over him and when Harry pushed as far back against the
wall as he could, he could just about make out Theodore's face, see the slight
O shape of his lips. His eyes were closed.
Then he let himself drop to the floor, one name, barely heard, escaping his
lips.
"Harry."
Oh, my God...
Harry's erection came back tenfold while he imagined what Theodore probably
had; them together, Harry being the one take make Theodore moan, Harry being
the one to take him, though they weren't on a bathroom floor in his head.
He lost himself in his imagination, didn't notice when the two lovers
eventually got dressed and left the bathroom until it became too quiet. Still,
Harry didn't move, he didn't trust himself to go to his dorm just yet.
"This never leaves this room," he vowed to himself out loud.
Not only was it technically none of his business, the act being between two
different people, but that would cause more questions than he was willing to
answer now...
...Or ever.
End Notes
     So, I just love this pairing and I have so many ideas that have to go
     somewhere. And I love this site enough to finally give them a home.
     It's not all smut, this is where all Theo/Harry moments will go. Hope
     you enjoy.
     Sam.
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