HP : TRIUMPH

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Dee, don't tease." Harry scolded.

He gave a grunt and gave a polite 'what the hell do you want to eat'. Harry groaned and George barked a laugh.

"You need to train this one a bit better." He said cheekily.

Dee sent the block of a man a glare as Katrina giggled. Harry just sighed.

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August 9th

Tuesday

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Harry looked at the new door curiously. Well it wasn't exactly 'new'. It was the same door, but now, instead of a lock above the handle, there was a dial. There were two options. Purple and Red. Red led to the alley behind his shop. Purple opened up onto a cobble stoned street that was blocked in by two walls covered in various crazy doors.

Harry's own door was a blend of colors. Dee had gotten there early and learned the 'new door secrets' and painted a large grinning cat above the door along with a smirking man with a crazy top hat leaning against it. A rabbit stood opposite of the colourful hatter, peering around the other side of the door. A metal wrought sign hung above the door in black proclaiming his store name. The small window right next to the door showed into his shop. It was quite cool. And now he had a shortcut to The Bazaar should he ever wish to visit.

He had given his employees the same warning as Griphook had given him and then put a sign next to the door with the same warning on how the dial and door worked. It's automatic setting was 'red' and should anyone come in from the Bazaar, after they shut the door the dial would turn by itself back to red to lead into the alley behind his store. It was a safety precaution.

Griphook had been right though. He had four more customers then the day before, before lunch even, all curious people either from the Bazaar of the surrounding doors keen on seeing who owned the new café.

The bell above the door rang and Harry snapped out of his thoughtful daze, smile slipping onto his face. The newcomer was not human and was entering cautiously. She, for it was female, had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She gave off an air that pulled you in and ensnared you.

Harry blinked and shook his head, shaking the trance off. He offered a polite smile.

"Welcome to Through the Looking Glass, please take a seat."

She gave a blink then smiled happily and took a seat. Harry noticed the two men in the café already were drooling after her and the four women were shooting her odd looks. Harry turned to Dee and found the boy staring at the girl with lust. Harry frowned and slapped the boy lightly. Dee blinked then shook viciously.

"I think you should handle this one." He said warily.

Harry shrugged and took the woman her menu. Five minutes late she was enjoying some red tea and eating a small cake with delight.

"This is wonderful." She said in lush tones as she took a dainty bite. "I think I'll get three more to go. I have some family who would love these."

Harry smiled and wrapped three up in a to-go box. When the woman was finishing her tea he returned to her table and gestured to the seat across from with a raised brow and she smiled, nodding. He sat down and gave a slight smile.

"If it isn't rude, may I ask what manner of being you are?" He asked with a curious smile.

She gave a tittering laugh that sounded polite and perfectly amused.

"I'm half-Veela." She said softly. "We're beings of beauty and seduction. But beware when we get mad. I'm surprised though, that you shook off my allure so well. I've rarely seen a human male do such. Usually they turn into drooling messes around me."

Harry blushed slightly and she pat his cheek kindly. She paid him and stood, tucking the box to-go in the crook of her arm. Harry stood with her and she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"You make wonderful treats. I think I shall return some time and try some more of your delicacies. I'm Apolline Declour."

"I'm Harry Black. Feel free to return at anytime."

She sashayed out the door after sending him a wink. Harry turned back to Dee to find the man glaring after the woman. He raised a brow at the teen but he only shook his head, eyes darting to Harry's cheek she had kissed. Harry got the funny feeling he didn't like how the woman had touched him. He shook of the silly thoughts and hummed as he picked up the dishes from the table and smiled at another customer.

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Harry looked up as half a sandwich was waved under his nose. He looked up at Dee who was chomping into the second half.

"Eat. I've only seen you eat a bowl of soup all day."

Harry smiled at the gruff boy and took the sandwich, biting into it with relish. As he licked some mayo off his lips he noticed Dee was silent. He glanced up at the boy to see him watching him closely, staring at him. Harry blushed under the scrutiny and a moment later Dee grunted and turned back to sit in the couch. The others had left already. Harry had hung back to do some paper work and Dee had stayed just because he guessed.

He finished his sandwich and wrote the last figure on the sheet in front of him. Then he slipped the paper in a folder and stretched languidly.

"It was a long day." He smiled at Dee.

He'd had worse though. This was much better then working to the bone doing chores for the Durselys. He got a sense of satisfaction out of this and enjoyed it immensely. Besides that he could go home or quit when ever he wished. Freedom of choice. And it closed at six thirty so he had daylight when he returned home to water his plants and garden if he wanted to.

He was jolted from his thoughts as Dee stood abruptly. He went to ask what the matter was when Dee stepped over the coffee table and slammed a hand on either side of his head, leaning in to kiss him.

Harry froze in shock. He barely registered the fact that he was being kissed. Rather passionately at that. Slowly he blinked and came to awareness as a tongue slipped in his gaping mouth. He squirmed and tried to pull away but a knee on either side of his legs pinned him and he was left, his mouth being thoroughly ravished. Harry couldn't help the moan that escaped as Dee's tongue brushed against his own, sending shivers of pleasure up his spine. Curiously and cautiously he brushed his tongue back and was soon in a war for dominance. Dee won with his experience and determination, showing he was very much in charge of what was happening.

When the punk teen pulled back Harry was panting and realized he had at some point gripped the older teen's shirt in his hands. He blushed and let go. Dee grabbed his chin and forced him to look him in the eye.

"The reason I was even remotely interested in this job is because I wanted to pursue you." He remarked, licking his lips,

Harry blushed brilliantly.

"What?" He squeaked.

"I love your hair, and your eyes, and your glasses, and your face, and your body, and your voice. I love everything about you. You're beautiful." The boy murmured, kissing the corner of his mouth.

"B-but I'm a guy!" Harry blurted out.

Dee just smirked and kissed him again soundly. Harry found himself being pushed back on the couch as Dee rolled onto him and kissed him while his hands tugged at the hem of his shirt, slipping under it to brush his pale skin. Harry jolted at the touch. After a minute of wiggling beneath curious hands and a hot mouth he slid out from under the teen.

Then he made his escape. He didn't make it to the stairs before Dee's arms wrapped around him and pulled him back into the teen's solid chest.

"Calm down." He breathed, his breath ghosting across Harry's neck.

Harry trembled from adrenaline, shock, and so many other emotions.

"All I'm saying is I want to have you. I don't want to love you forever, or marry you. I just want to have sex with you." Dee said bluntly. "I guessed that you're still a virgin so I can take it fairly slow."

Harry felt the trembles die away as he tried to think. The teen was outright admitting he didn't want a long term relationship and Harry in all honesty wasn't ready to have one. Dee was offering a chance to explore, a chance to test. Harry bit his lip half distracted by the lips pressing against the bare skin of his neck.

"I…I think I could try." Harry whispered. "But give me time to think!'

"Of course." Dee soothed. "I'll see you tomorrow."

And with that the teen scooped up his bag and exited down the stairs. Harry stared after him for a long few minutes before releasing a long breath and palming his face. He'd never thought himself gay before. But then again he'd never really thought himself straight before either. He'd never focused on gender that he could remember.

"This…this is an opportunity." Harry said aloud softly. "An opportunity to learn and test."

He was surprised at how Slytherin he sounded, but when said like that he found it made sense. At least to him it did.

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"Just make sure to use protection." Harold said idly as he flipped a page in his book.

Harry blinked and looked up at the man sitting on the lawn chair.

"You don't care?" he asked surprised.

"No." Harold said absently. "I've had my fair amount of flings. Never had a lover more then seven months actually. And this boy is older and obviously experienced. It's better then you and another virgin bumbling around your first time. And if he says he doesn't want a long term relationship, all the better. You're too young to think of relationships that last long stretches of time. You're at the age that its best to experiment and learn what there is out there. Don't get tied down to the first person you think you love. Test the waters. Explore."

Harry shook his head and pulled a weed from the garden.

"Don't you think I'm a bit young?" he asked curiously.

"Legally, by law of Magical Britain, the age of consent is twelve. They haven't changed their laws in ...well almost seven hundred years. They're a bit more…barbaric I guess in the eyes of the muggle system, but then again they're completely backwards in most areas of law. Muggle laws, it's illegal. Of course I don't think you or your parents are going to raise a complaint and most other people won't care to if you keep it private. Really, from my reckoning you're mature enough to decide. "

Harry blinked.

"Mentally, your much more mature then fourteen. I'm sure you can handle a fling like this without losing any sleep." Harold shrugged. "Old enough to die old enough to do anything else. And from your stories, your brushes with death qualify you to do whatever the hell you want with your life. If you get in trouble with the muggle law just confound them. You're technically not under muggle law so...yeah."

Harry didn't know if the maturity bit was a compliment or not. He found the man had many valid points and really, if wanted to do something, pesky laws weren't going to stop him. The fact that Dee was ignoring the laws to pursue him told him Dee felt much the same. He contemplated all this as he pulled another weed in the dying light of the day.,

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