AN : I know it's so easy to hate Blaise, I do it as well some times, but you got to remember that what he has is like a disease, he can't help it, and he did try, but his mind wasn't quite settled yet. Remember, he had never been in a relationship before and had no idea how to stay with only one guy. This chapter is more than 7000 words, I could have divided it into another two chapters but I'm not going to do it since my wonderful beta (SciFiNerd92) managed to go through it all. Thank you.

While I was with Harry I had been haunted by his celebrity status, it never really bothered me since I completely ignored it but once in a while I did get questions from random strangers. I thought that now that we were both officially broken up I would be released from the fame that haunted Harry, but it grew only worse. Somehow the Daily Prophet found out what really happened, and blew it out of proportion. And, while nobody really came over and slapped me in the middle of the street, I could see that some strangers desperately wanted to assault me.

When I went back to get the last of my stuff Harry was gone; I couldn't blame him since I would probably have done the same thing, but because he was the longest relationship I'd ever had, as well as the only, I felt like there should be some sort of closure. Luckily my better judgement kept me from writing a note to Harry, telling him how sorry I am and that I hope he will have a nice life without me. A note to Harry might cause more problems, so as quickly as I could I gathered all my things and left. Confused and annoyed I went back to my hotel room, deciding that the hotel was just as good as any other place, there was even a maid cleaning up after me.

I continued to go back to work, and with Harry out of my way - and mind - I found I could work harder without needing to take break to relax. I knew that the way I was working was a golden way to self destruction, but being by myself I only had myself to think about, and I wanted wealth. I knew that at one point I needed a break, but I had no idea how fast it would actually come. The strangest thing was of course that I wasn't the one who asked for a vacation. No, instead my boss came over to me one day and told me he would offer me another raise if I took a month off, and to make sure I agreed he threatened to give me a desk job again. Knowing I didn't really have a chance of talking my way out of it I agreed; at least I reached the next level.

But as soon as I went back to the hotel I discovered that a month was a long time. What on earth was I supposed to do in a month? Of course I would manage, but a month without the work I had pledged my life to was still a lot. Luckily for me I did have other interests that I could spend all of my free time on.

The first night I went out I realized that I had missed out a lot; the last time I had been out was the night I confessed everything to Harry, and that was four months ago. But I was a fast learner so it didn't take me long before I was back in the game.

I pushed my way through dancing wizards and witches on my way over to the bar. I'd just entered from the cold autumn wind outside and I needed something that would warm me from the inside. As soon as my drink was safe in my hand I turned around and scouted for a possible candidate I maybe could have a little fun with. There was more than one person was staring at me; it made happy to know that my looks were still appreciated. But none of the ones who were staring really caught my attention; years of practising gave me the power to pick the best option for that evening.

I finally found my target; he was wearing a green shirt and black leather pants. The boy, who seemed to be around my age, had golden hair and his skin was pale, but luckily not sickly pale. At that moment he was being shared between a witch and a wizard, who were clearly enjoying running their hands over his body. All three of them were moving slower than the music, allowing everybody to look at them and get envious. I didn't move, instead I slowly continued to sip at my drink while watching the sexual show right in front of me; if I didn't know better I would say that they were all trying to make everyone jealous.

When I'd finished my drink, I rested the glass on the bar disk and walked down to the threesome in a hypnotized state, never taking my eyes of the golden haired beauty. I stopped a few steps away from them, not wanting to push myself in-between since I certainly wouldn't be thanked, not that I minded it that much, especially not since he stared back at me a few times, acknowledging my presence. Knowing that he knew I was there I rested my body against one of the pillars that were right beside me. I continued to watch him for another five minutes while he and the other two continued to make everyone else jealous and hard. Only when the third song started did something happen to the trio. The golden haired boy finally looked at me for more than two seconds, and then slowly he began moving towards me. The other two looked disappointed but decided not to say anything, instead they continued to dance together.

The golden boy walked straight over to me and smiled before he began to massage my chest with his feminine hands; I bit my lip so I wouldn't groan to the little attention I was receiving from the beauty.

"My name is Damien," he whispered in my ear when he was pressing his chest against me, making sure that when he pushed himself off his cock would grind against mine. I didn't say anything towards him since I really didn't care to let him know who I was, not yet at least.

It didn't take long before I knew I had to stop him; if he continued the way he did with me - someone who hasn't had any sexual interaction in months - I wouldn't be able to last long.

"Want to come back to my place?" I asked him before he had a chance to object to my previous actions. Happy that I wasn't rejecting him he nodded, and quickly after that we were both heading for the exit. As we were both leaving I could hear moans of despair as the others realized the show was over, but I guess I would be just as angry if someone else had the chance to take Damien with them,

I couldn't get out of the club quickly enough, but Damien seemed to have other plans. Slowly he walked past horny girls and boys, making them wish they were me when Damien eyed all of them with what I would only describe as a sex look. I could only roll my eyes at the boy; he was vainer than I was, and even if it didn't bother me I did mind the delay to get him to bed.

Luckily he managed to walk past everyone who was waiting in line and we could finally apparate, or so I thought. Just as I was about to apparate away I heard a familiar voice behind me. The easiest thing would be to pretend I hadn't heard the witch, but I knew that if I ignored her I would receive an angry howler as soon as I got home.

"I should have guessed you would be out snatching up a new slut, Zabini."

I didn't mind being called names, but I knew that if I didn't defend my honour as well as my date I would probably end up alone that night.

"For your information, Granger," I spat, "this is the first one in four months, and I'm sure Damien is far from a slut." I didn't need to tell her how long it has been since Harry and I broke up, but it did make me feel better knowing I have been living in celibacy since then.

"Like I care," the Mudblood said scathingly. "Harry is at home, probably still mourning over you, but you don't care, do you? The only thing you care about is your cock." Weasley was standing behind her and gasped at her last word. I was shocked as well but couldn't let her see it since I wouldn't want to let her win.

"Aren't you going to stop her before she's made a complete fool of herself, Weasley?" I asked the red-head casually. "I doubt you'll be let in the club if they assume she's a troublemaker." The boy flushed when I stared at him but eventually moved forward and grabbed his girlfriend. "If it makes you feel better, Granger, I'll stop by tomorrow and check on him to make sure he hasn't killed himself."

"Don't bother, Zabini," she drawled. "That will only bring more pain to him. Harry is better off without you." At that point I chose to ignore her and attend to my date instead.

"If you wish to continue discussing this, Granger, stop by my place tomorrow for dinner." She seemed taken back by the invitation but decided to accept my offer. That was when Weasley decided to step in and calm her down some more. I took that as a sign and lead Damien away from the pair.

"I'm sorry you had to witness that," I murmured.

"What happened?" he asked. I was shocked he was interested to know, and even more so that I was answering him.

"Those two are the best friends of my recent ex boyfriend who I broke up with for a few months ago, it's nothing special."

"What happened between you two?" he continued. I really didn't want to speak to him about Harry because every time I thought about him my heart began to hurt, and that was a feeling I didn't enjoy at all.

"We sort of grew apart," I answered him, hoping it was the last question because I didn't want to go into details, especially not with a man I didn't know and would probably never see again. I grabbed his hand and was about to apparate us to the hotel when he stopped me again.

"One more question; you seem a little heartbroken, I just want to know if you cared for him."

"If I don't answer will you still come with me?" He shook his head, but I knew he wasn't as serious since he couldn't stop smiling.

"Yes, but everyone cares about someone at one point or another." Before he had the chance to open his mouth again I apparated us to my hotel room, feeling excited at the fact that I had a beautiful angel who I could do whatever I wanted with for the whole night.

But of course, after we landed in my hotel room he continued his interrogations, or so I thought.

"I can see that you cared." I really thought he was planning on asking more questions, but I was pleasantly surprised when he pulled me towards the sofa. "And I'm sorry I pushed you into answering, I only hope you will accept my apology." I was about to open my mouth to answer him when he pushed me so I fell down on the sofa. In no time at all he had manoeuvred himself between my legs and had opened my pants. I was shocked into silence by his actions, but my cock sprung into life at his attention.

"Do you accept my apology?" He was staring up at me while my cock was inches away from his face. I was still shocked and couldn't really talk, and just to make it even worse for me he grabbed the base of my cock, making me moan under his touch. Surprisingly I managed to growl out a faint yes between my moans, which was enough for him. Before I knew it my cock disappeared into Damien's talented mouth and I forgot everything around me.

I knew he was trying to bring me off, and that thought brought me out of the orgasmic state I was in; I didn't want to come before I'd had him at least once.

"Bedroom," I managed to say after I stopped him. His smile grew into a grin as he understood what I wanted. As soon as I managed to stand up I pulled him after me, leading us both into the bedroom where I ordered him to get undressed while I did the same. As soon as he was completely naked he threw himself on the bed and waited for me. It took me a little longer before I could get to him because I had to find the lubrication.

Quickly I found what I needed and settled myself in-between his legs.

"I hope you don't mind if I take the first round," I said, my voice gravelly with lust.

"I wouldn't want it any other way," he responded with a smile. I lay down above him and kissed him, and the kiss was soon followed by a finger entering him, making him moan into my mouth. I fucked him slowly with my finger before adding a second finger, scissoring him from time to time.

After I'd pushed the third finger inside of him and had stretched him adequately enough, I replaced my fingers with my cock, which Damien was more than happy to accept. Once my cock was inside Damien I couldn't help but moan in pleasure. I didn't think I'd forgotten how good it was to fuck someone, but suddenly it felt like a new experience. Slowly I moved my pelvis, enjoying every thrust as much as I could before Damien begged me to move faster; not wanting to disappoint the golden beauty I did as I was ordered. When I reached a speed he liked I thought I could continue until he came first. He suddenly began to clench his ass muscles while my cock was inside of him, shocking me in a good way. As soon as I realized I would be the one that would come first I tried my best to stay strong, but I had to give up because I doubted I was strong enough to ignore the contractions. Squirming out in orgasmic pleasure I grabbed his legs and squeezed him, not caring if I hurt him.

As my orgasm was slowly residing I finally opened my eyes. What I saw then shocked me more than seeing Bellatrix the day of my mothers wedding; Damien's golden hair was changing colour, stopping only when it had reached a deep, inky black, and his skin was slowly becoming more tanned. His face was the last thing that changed and that was what shocked me the most. Just before the transformation was complete I realized it was Harry laying underneath me.

I pushed myself away from Damien, or Harry, whoever it was, thinking it was all in my head. Only when I crashed into the dresser I realized it couldn't be an illusion.

"How do you feel, Blaise?" the boy asked in a mocking tone as he pushed himself up from the bed until he rested on his elbows. "Do you fuck all your sluts like this?" he continued. I was still not over the shock of finding out it was Harry all along and couldn't answer.

"What's the matter?" he simpered. "No lies this time?"

"What the hell, Harry!" I shouted at him, still flabbergasted he would do something like this. "What did you do?" I turned around to find something to cover myself with; it wasn't that I was embarrassed of standing naked in front of Harry, I just couldn't face him naked after what just happened.

"What? Didn't like it? I thought you loved to fuck strangers."

"Shut the fuck up, Harry," I said shakily, while covering myself up with the bathrobe. "What on earth did you do this for? What did you think would come out of this?" When I looked at him again I realized that my anger wasn't only vented towards his actions, but also towards the fact that he was the one who ended our relationship four months ago, and now had the guts to come back and fuck with my head like this. However, even though I tried telling myself I was over him, I knew I still had deep feelings for him.

"I just wanted to fuck with you, Blaise, like you fucked with me," he said coldly.

"I didn't fuck with you," I said hastily.

"Oh come on, Blaise! You fucked with me good, making me believe that you cared for me because I was Harry... just Harry. Not the-boy-who-lived, the chosen one, or any other stupid title I unwillingly had. I guess I'm partly to blame because I fell for you, thinking you were different." I thought Harry sounded broken, but it didn't seem like he hated me the same way as he did the day he broke up with me so I couldn't be sure. "Guess what, Blaise, you're actually the best thing that ever happened to me; you made me realize that life can be good, even if I'm not in a relationship. Do you know what I did as soon as I realized that? I went out and found a virgin I could fuck." If I hadn't been shaken before, then I definitely was now. What he'd just told me shocked me more than I can say. This wasn't the Harry I knew.

"Listen to yourself, Harry," I implored, "this isn't you."

"Oh shut up, Blaise," he snapped. "You don't know me, you never knew me, never took the time to find out about me; after all, I was just a prize." How could Harry suddenly become such an asshole? I know I said some things I maybe shouldn't have, but that was because I cared about him. I'd had to let him go to save him from any more heartache I might have caused him.

"What I said to you wasn't meant in a bad way, Harry, I just wanted you to let go of me so that you could find your true love." I never believed in true love but I knew Harry did. The boy believed in everything good. "You weren't a prize, at least not the way you think; I wanted you because you were strong, not because of your titles." Harry seemed startled but didn't say a word. "This isn't you, you're better than this, Harry."

"You might think you did me a favour, Blaise, but you were wrong." He stood up and walked over to his clothes, dressing himself quickly before he turned towards me. "I meant what I said, I care about you, more than you realize, even if you're in denial." And then, to shock me even more Harry suddenly changed his appearance. His black messy hair was replaced with long platinum blond waves, his skin was still tanned but his face turned into something that reminded me about Draco, skinny and pointy. Until then I thought he had used Polyjuice potion, I didn't know Harry was a metamorphmagus.

"I won't bother you anymore, and I hope you will do the same Blaise, this was just fun, I don't need or care for anything from you." Harry walked over to the bedroom door and was about to leave before he turned one last time towards me; it looked like he was about to say something important but he ended up only wishing me well before he disappeared.

When I was sure he had left the hotel room I fell down to my knees, still in shock from everything that had happened to me that night. How was it that Harry could affect me that way? The strangest thing was that Harry seemed to care less about me than I cared about him.

I wanted to cry but couldn't find the tears.

I wanted to shout but my voice was still missing.

In the end the only thing I managed to do was think about Harry.

Ten minutes passed and I still hadn't moved from the floor. However, I was brought out of my dazed state when I realized something important; my feelings for Harry were obviously deeper than I'd previously thought. I might, quite possibly, be in love with him. Of course, fate would have it that I hadn't discovered this earlier. Clearly the gods of fate loved to play with me as well as punish me for my actions. I stood up from the floor and quickly got dressed; there was only one last thing to do now, and it couldn't wait. As soon as I was sure about what I wanted, I apparated over to Harry's apartment, glad that he hadn't added wards to keep me out, but when I got there I found it empty. I wasn't surprised; I didn't really expect Harry to just go home for a nap after that major turning point in our relationship - if it could be called that. The next place I apparated to was the club where I met Harry as Damien. I scoured the premises for the blond who'd left his apartment, but he wasn't there. Knowing Harry would probably have gone to another club to find someone else to have a little fun with I apparated to another club to search for him.

When I exited the fourth club I feared Harry had changed his appearance again. If he had done that then my search would have utterly pointless! However, that thought didn't keep me from continuing my search. I held onto the hope that Harry had remained as the blonde bombshell, Damien.

I was glad I didn't give up because, finally, I found Harry in the sixth club I entered. He was dancing, just like before, with more than one partner, rubbing himself up and down their bodies and flirting. Jealousy shot through my body and I had to fight the urge to find my wand and hex everybody in the room. Determined, I walked over to where Harry was dancing against a much older man. It took Harry approximately seven seconds before he finally realized I was standing behind him, but even after he saw me he continued like before while completely ignoring me.

"Harry," I called out while placing my hand on his shoulder. Just like I expected he brushed it off and continued to dance provocatively against this stranger. "Please, I really need to talk to you," I begged.

"He doesn't want to talk to you," one of the other men said when he realized I wasn't going to give up.

"Back off, I need to tell him something," I spat. This only seemed to enrage the stranger.

"If the boy wants to talk to you he'll let you know, but as you can see he is far too occupied with us." What annoyed me the most was the way he thought he was something special because Harry had decided to dance with them. I was about to open my mouth to say something else when the guy that threatened me before found his wand and pointed it at me. "One more word, Mister, and you'll never be able to talk again." Never had I wanted to hex a man so painfully before. His common use of the word 'Mister', along with the threat had riled me up worse than before, but I feared it would only end with me and him getting thrown outside.

"I just want to tell him one last thing before I leave," I said quietly. The man seemed like he was fighting his judgement, but in the end he agreed and lowered his wand.

"Make it short." I nodded towards him before I turned to Harry, who was still dancing but facing me.

"I love you," I said simply, before turning around and walking out of the club. I had finally discovered my true feelings and told Harry; it was his call now.

Thinking I might have a chance of Harry coming to find me, I didn't apparate straight away, which turned out to be a good thing.

"Did you mean it?" I heard someone shout behind me. I turned around and faced Harry, who was still a blond Draco clone.

"Yes," I said shortly, hoping I wouldn't break down in front of him; that most definitely wouldn't bode well now that I had finally managed to accept my feelings. There was a silence between us that I was far too afraid to break. I feared Harry would wake up and realize that he really didn't want to be with me anymore.

Harry looked as though he were battling with some troublesome thoughts inside his head; he was chewing on his bottom lip and his brow was furrowed.

"Do you want to try again?" he finally asked while turning back to his old self. I was so glad to be talking to the real Harry again; it was difficult, not to mention awkward, to talk to the blond.

I was more than shocked by his request; I couldn't quite believe he'd want to try again after everything we'd been through... but I wasn't about to turn that offer down just because of my confusion.

"For you, Harry, I'm willing to try anything," I said softly.

Harry smiled and walked over to me. "Good," he purred, "because I have something to show you." I was sure that he was going to kiss me when he reached me, but he shocked me further by turning into another blond man; this one wasn't the same as the second Damien, for his noise was pointier and his cheekbones were more defined. Plus he looked more mature than the other blond beauty.

"My name is Lucifer," the blonde man said huskily. His voice was deep and velvety, making my breath hitch; that voice alone made my cock twitch.

I had no idea what he was doing at first, until it hit me: he was playing another character, just like earlier when he was Damien. I took his offered hand dubiously and shook it, still feeling slightly edgy and startled, but happy nonetheless. "Would you like me to buy you a drink? Maybe later we can go back to my place," Harry murmured, all the while he was acting like a snobbish blond. That was when I realized that Harry would be able to keep my hands off of anyone else but him, especially if he continued changing character like he did.

"Lucifer," I began, getting into this sick and twisted, yet admittedly genius, mind game, "I wonder, are you related to the Malfoy's?"

Harry's grin couldn't have been any bigger right then. "Why yes, now you mention it; I'm Draco Malfoy's cousin."

"Oh? I didn't know he had one."

"Well, of course you wouldn't; Draco never talks about anyone other than himself, and especially not about anyone who has better looks than him." We both had a nice laugh before making our way back to the club, but right before we entered I stopped him.

"Change back for a moment, I want to kiss Harry." When he heard me say those last words he gave me one of the sweetest smiles before he turned into the boy I had fallen in love with. I grabbed his neck and pulled him towards me. I rested my forehead against his for a few seconds before pressing our lips together into a smashing kiss. When I released him and he managed to get his thoughts back he changed into Lucifer and leaded the way down to the bar.

When we were both done in the club we left for Harry's apartment, or at least that's where I thought we were going. Instead of the apartment we had once shared, he took me over to a house in the country.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"My home in Devon; I bought it six months ago." Which of course meant he'd bought it while we were still together, but why hadn't he told me?

"Why didn't I know about this?"

"I don't know," he admitted, "but at least you know now." He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, before opening his eyes and changing his personality back to Lucifer. "So, Mister Zabini, would you like a refreshment or should we go straight to the bedroom?"

"I think the bedroom should be just fine, Lucifer," I said slyly. The blond man grabbed my hand instantly and pulled me towards the stairs. In no time at all we found ourselves undressed and on the second floor in the bedroom. Like before with Damien, I ended up taking him first before he turned me around and fucked me. The whole night was spent with us either inside each other, or just simply cuddling. I could not express how happy I was with Harry right then, even if he was Lucifer.

In the morning I left and went home, but not before I told Harry to join me for dinner. Seeing as Granger was planning to join me, I thought having Harry there would get her to shut up, even if it was in shock.

And, just like I had presumed, Granger didn't find the words when she saw Harry tangled in my arms. She merely stared and stared until I - reluctantly - invited her to take a seat as I dished out the dinner.

During dinner things were awkward, to say the least. Hermione kept giving me odd glances, as well as staring imploringly at Harry, as though to ask, Why?

"Are you sure, Harry?" she asked for what seemed like the thousandth time that meal. Harry only nodded this time, especially after giving up trying to explain it to her.

"If," she began before stopping herself. She looked at me nervously before continuing. "If he is forcing you in any kind of way you need to tell me, Harry." I could feel my rage as I heard her accuse me of brainwashing him in some sick, twisted way.

"Don't worry, 'Mione, he hasn't done anything to me. I'm the one that messed with him." She looked confused but didn't say anything; instead her eyes flickered between me and Harry, who was smiling softly at me. He then turned back to Granger. "You remember the boy you saw Blaise with yesterday?" She nodded slowly, still unsure what to say or think, and probably wondering where this was going. Luckily for me she was even more shocked when she saw Harry change into the man she had seen the previous night, but the silence didn't last long.

"You knew I called Harry a slut and didn't stop me, Zabini?" she hissed. I thought she would be shocked at Harry's metamorphagus powers but that didn't surprise her at all.

"Hermione," Harry interrupted her, "Blaise had no idea it was me, he thought he was bringing a boy called Damien home." At least she seemed to be more at ease now that Harry explained everything to her. "I have accepted that Blaise needs someone new once in a while and -"

"If you let that bastard get away with cheating on you, I'm personally going to drag you to St. Mungos, Harry," the girl said in a sharp tone.

Harry only laughed. "Yesterday, after Blaise discovered who Damien was, I left. Later that night Blaise found a new guy, Lucifer." Granger held her chest as Harry changed into the blond Draco Malfoy look alike.

"You mean... you're going to be the one he cheats with?" At least she wasn't slow, which was a good thing for me because I was getting tired of her accusations.

"Exactly."

"I guess as long as he isn't going around with others I should be fine about it, but what about the press, Harry? If they see Blaise with someone else again?"

"Don't worry, Hermione," Harry soothed. "Especially since I don't need to worry about them anymore." The girl raised an eyebrow questioningly so Harry elaborated. "I went over and made sure they won't write anything about Blaise; this will be a secret for a long time." Granger still didn't seem convinced but she decided to stop right there. I was glad silence had finally settled over the apartment because I was tired after the long night.

The next night when I wanted to go out, I went directly to the Midnight Dragon, knowing that Harry was somewhere there. Harry and I had talked about how we should do it and had decided that Harry would leave me something that I would discover which club he would go to. Tonight it was a small dark blue dragon that was dancing over the bathroom mirror, which meant Midnight Dragon.

I entered the packed club and went down to the bar and ordered myself a drink. Like before I turned around and scanned the guests, but this time it wasn't for the same reason as before; this time I searched for one particular man. It wasn't that difficult to find him as he was standing in the middle of a crowd, dancing and moving with the music. I swallowed heavily; my Harry sure knew how to move.

Tonight he looked Indian; black hair and golden skin, with black leather pants and a colourful see-through shirt. After watching him for five minutes I made my way over to him and waited. Just like with Damien, he came over to me and introduced himself as Agni, the fire god. If I wasn't turned on already I would have been by his sexual voice and moves. He turned away from me and began dancing with one of the other guests. This time I didn't mind since I knew Harry would come back to me in the end. After almost dry-humping the poor guys he left them and pulled me with him towards the bathrooms where he found an empty booth and pushed me in. Once we were inside he went down on me and gave me one unforgettable blow job.

Later when we were heading back home, we met his friends out on the street. Harry didn't say a word as I began to interact with them since ignoring them would be rude.

"Is that, Harry?" Granger asked. I nodded and she blushed. "I know it's a game so I will have to tell you this, Zabini. Tell Harry - when you see him - that Molly invited you both to the Halloween party." It was the last thing she said before pulling Weasley after her into the club. The poor boy had no idea what was going on.

"Ready to go?" Harry asked with a dialect. I smiled and took his hand. Tonight we would be using my hotel room.

I had never known what true happiness was, not until Harry showed me that I could have a lot of fun with only one person, as long as they were the right one.

I had asked him how he was able to change like he did. At first, he didn't want to talk about it, but after the tenth time of me asking he gave up and told me. Apparently, after killing the Dark Lord, he had somehow gained more power, and that power allowed him to change his appearance as easily as he did.

It was difficult to make Harry open up to me; I knew that our history wasn't making it easier on him, but I hoped that, someday, he would let me know everything. I know it sounds like a crappy romantic story but I wanted us to be perfect.

Harry agreed in the end to tell me if something bothered him, and I would do the same, but most times there wasn't much that bothered either of us, especially not concerning our relationship.

In a short amount of time I had managed to change from the asshole I was to a good boyfriend, good and faithful. Of course it wasn't easy; as easy as it was in the beginning we were facing problems which we couldn't work out for ourselves. Luckily we both decided to make it work and went to get some professional help, which got us through the worst parts and gave us an even happier time together.

I could easily say that our life could not get any better, but it did.

After another year together where we would regularly go out on the town and meet each other, I finally proposed to him, and he was even more happy and joyful than I had ever seen him. If I should have any doubt that he might not like me it was erased right then; Harry's smile and glistening eyes were genuine, real and sweet.

For me there were only a handful of other times that could reach up to the happiness I felt when I proposed to Harry. One of those good moments happened about nine months earlier. A sparkling rose indicated that Harry was going to the Glamour Rose club. After I was dressed, I left and did my ritual drink and scan of the room. After the first weeks Harry stopped dancing in the middle of the room with multiple partners. He told me it was too predictable, which only gave me more work, but I was happy with hunting him down. Back to that night that changed my perspective of our life together, I walked over to a dark haired boy that I could have swore moved just like Harry; after some flirting he agreed to come back with me, just like we did every time we met. It wasn't until I was outside that I realized what a mistake I'd made. Harry ran out of the club, he was a dark skinned boy tonight, not the white kid I was planning to take home. Luckily I didn't need to explain myself to Harry; he didn't seem to care that much about the mistake I almost made either. He was more occupied with trying to make the kid I was taking with me agree to a threesome. The poor boy was scared and left, never looking back at me.

"Did you think I would let you fuck someone else that easily? If you want a third guy then tell me and we'll find one together." That was one of the happiest moments of my life. Of course I only wanted Harry, but a second guy was like Christmas and my birthday combined. Eventually I admitted that I'd made a mistake, that I had no idea Harry wasn't the guy I had seduced. Strangely that didn't make Harry regret what he had said. Later on he was actually interrogating the other club dancers that wanted to fuck him, to see if there was one that was willing to come with us.

Eventually he found a man that both agreed to a threesome and passed Harry's check list, and that night was both surrealistic and amazing. Harry was the first one to be fucked, both in his mouth and from behind, while standing on all fours. The next person was the new guy, George; Harry was sitting on his chest and fucking his mouth while I was under him, taking him from behind. Finally, it was my turn, and even though I was tired from coming twice already, I still came another two times before either of them was done with me.

And, to make our sex life even better, I met the guy called Michael one day at a club. As soon as I'd told Harry about the bondage and role-play Michael and I had participated in, as well as the fact that he was the one I fucked the evening we broke up, Harry wanted him to be the second one we shared together. Michael, of course remembered me and couldn't be happier with having Harry tag along with me.

Unfortunately - or fortunately, depending on how you look at it - Harry couldn't learn the art of bondage fast enough, nor could he quite grasp how to be as dominant as I was, but I was sure he would learn one day and use it on me at some point. I had no objections to that.

Michael later turned out to be a guy we often searched out; he was the perfect third wheel because he was easy to dominate, therefore giving Harry more confidence. Plus, he didn't mind having 'two masters' as he put it.

In the beginning, Harry's constant appearance change confused Michael; every week a new man would come but his name was the same. Only after the fifth time did I tell him the truth about Harry. It didn't shock me that Michael found it exciting to be dominated by the saviour, but luckily that excitement quickly seeing as I was in charge.

The years passed and both Harry and I were still happy together. Every other week we would go out into town and have some fun before heading back to our home in the country where we lived a peaceful life. Whenever we wanted to add a third, which meant Michael, we would meet up in our apartment and spend hours there.

We were heading for our fifth anniversary when I decided to be the one to ask Harry about a wedding. Surprisingly enough Harry hadn't really thought about it, claiming he loved our life just as it was, but I had learned that life doesn't need to be ruined just because of a silly ritual. I also wanted to show everyone that our life could be just as good, if not even better, than theirs. In the end Harry agreed and we got married in the spring. All of our friends were there, even Michael. Michael, strangely enough, had quite an important part in our wedding; he was the one that carried the rings, seeing as both Harry and I thought it was appropriate that he should be the one handing us our bonds.

That was how our life passed. We both had high profiled jobs, but still managed to slip out of the spotlight and live our life the way we wanted. And our little family grew over time as we both became fathers. First it was Harry's biological daughter that joined us; then it was my biological son. We both found surrogates since impregnating each-other wasn't going to work. In the end it was I that thought it was a little unfair that we had our own children when we could adopt, so that is when we got our twin daughters. You can say that life with Harry changed me into a better man.

So that is my family: Me, Harry, Jessica, Caleb, Aida and Angelica; and Uncle Michael. Of course the rest of our family friends received their own little bundle of joy, but my family was always a more important to me.

If I have the chance to go back and change even one little detail I wouldn't do it. I might not have known it in the beginning but Harry was the best thing that happened to me. He was the only one who has managed to change me into the man I am. Come to think about it, he's the only one that has managed to change me at all.

Why him? Because he's Harry.

My Harry.

AN : This story might be angsty but I love a happy ending. I know it looks like the story is rushed towards the end, but it's the shortest road from where they ended back together again till their life as it would be in the future. Please don't hate me for it, I just can't seem to be able to write their future without a family and all that. I'm sorry about adding Michael but most people need something spicy in their relationship, and he was perfect for them, the sub, which meant Harry could take control over someone as well.
For those that thinks Blaise can't be a father, you're wrong, Blaise only needed right guidance and a loving partner that understood him; he then became a strong lover, boyfriend, fiancée and husband. And with a lot help from Harry he managed to become a great father.
I'm sure there might be other things that people wonder about, if any of you have any question don't hesitate to ask me.

I'm grateful for all the readers that has stuck out with this story. I do hope the ones that has never reviewed likes my story, even if it's a typical teenage angst story.

xxoo