A/n: Please don't laugh at my lackage of creativity. I'm stranded at my house for spring break so that dampens the mood. TT – TT anywho, I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the Harry Potter characters. I'll tell who are original characters (OCs) and that I own them. Warning: this fic contains yaoi, shounen-ai, language, violence, randomness and nudity (not like you can see it XD). Bunni kisses:3
Chapter One: Mayhem Monday Morning
"JAMES! I SWEAR TO EVERYTHING HOLY THAT IF YOUR ASS ISNT DOWN HERE IN FIVE SECONDS, I WILL TAKE OUT ALL YOUR COLLEGE MONEY AND SPEND IT ON A TRIP TO CUBA!...WITHOUT YOU!"
James Lee Potter Jr. was living with his parents in a two floor, four bedroom townhouse in the suburbs. His mom still did his laundry, still cooked his breakfast and still threatened his money if he didn't wake up for morning classes. Quickly, James threw on a worn black t-shirt with jeans and socks: with his big toe poked out: wiggling a 'hello'. Scratching his hair, James smirked:
'Harry's not awake yet!'
Doing a mental victory dance, James Jr. went into total spy mode. Humming some random theme song, James Jr. snaked his way to his little brother, Harry's room.
Enya could be heard outside a door that read: HARRY'S ROOM: KEEP OUT! Tapping it gently, the door swung open to reveal Harry wrapped in a tangle of covers: dead to the world:
''Aw! He's so cute!' cooed James's mind.
Sneaking up to his softly snoring brother, James Jr. was centimeters away from Harry's face. Poking a little, James whispered:
"Harry…someone here to see you…."
"Who?", mumbled Harry still asleep.
"The…..TICKLE MONSTER!"
POUNCE!
" JAMES! GRRR! GET OFF!"
"SAY UNCLE!"
"NEVER! OFF!"
"SURRENDER, MINION!"
"OFF I SAID! NOW!"
"Harry if you don't say 'uncle'… I WILL give you a wet Willie."
Giving him a look of pure horror, Harry struggled against James's grip. Both boys wrestled for dominance but James Jr. still held his brother down. James leaned dangerously close to Harry's ear:
"Say it!"
"….No…."
SLURP!
Harry gave a mixture of a squeal and a scream before James Jr. let up and bolted for the door. Armed with his pillow, Harry aimed for James's head: hitting him repeatedly:
"JAMES! THAT'S SO GROSS! MUST YOU DO THAT EVERY MORNING!"
"I'm sorry, Harry! Stop hitting me!"
"UGH!"
Slamming the door, Harry sighed before retreating to shower. He hated Mondays.
Downstairs….
"Morning, Mum!" greeted James Jr. still buzzing from those blows to the head.
"Don't 'Morning, Mum' me, Mister!"
Lily Potter was short, red-headed, pregnant and pissed of to the highest of pissedtivity. Not only did she have a shitload of laundry to do, get to yoga, & both of her sons running late, but she also was PMS-ing. James Jr. knew this and he was afraid…very afraid….:
"What did I do?"
"I told you! Quit messing with Harry so early in the morning!"
"But Mum-"
"I swear to God, James, if you even try to argue with me I will shove this wooden spoon so far up your ass you'll wish you were gang-raped instead.", threatened Lily in a low voice. "Now…eat your breakfast."
James Jr. sat next to James Sr, who was attempting to muffle his snicker by sipping his coffee. Glaring at the newspaper covering his father's face, James sighed. Why was he always in trouble? He was the eldest, godammnit! Shouldn't he get a trophy or something? He'll even take a bloody cookie! Mum!" greeted Harry before kissing Lily on the cheek:
"Traitor…" mumbled James Jr.
"Shut up, James." said Lily.
"What did I do?" chorused both James Jr. and Senior.
"Not you, honey, your first son. James Jr., you need a nickname."
"How about, Bighead?" suggested Harry.
"Well…aren't you witty?..,Scarhead."
"Troll face."
"Momma's Boy."
"Stupid Git."
"Girly Man."
"Adrien…" interrupted James Sr.
"Huh?"
"It was your grandfather's middle name."
"Oh…"
"I like it!" said Harry.
"Yeah…I do too…"
Lily smiled before tapping her wooden spoon on James Jr's shoulder:
"From now on we shall call this big-headed monkey of a son…Adrien!"
The Potters cheered then returned to their breakfast. Everybody tried to use the newfound name as much as possible. Around seven a.m., Adrien was driving Harry to school. It was silent for about fifteen minutes. Adrien looked over at his quiet teenage brother. He noticed that Harry was frowning at his new private school uniform:
"It's not that bad, Munchkin."
"Yeah. It is. This vest is so dorky."
"Dorky indeed. But you make it look cute."
Ruffling his younger brother's hair, Adrien was happy that Harry started to smirk. Even if it was just a little. Their whole family had moved for multiple reasons. Adrien's college was close along with James Sr., Lily had a room for the baby now, and they were close to Hogwarts: a big city that had loads of events going on every month. But Harry had been sad since he grew up in Esters and had to leave it. Adrien loved Esters too. Though he enjoyed going new places and Harry did not.
Upside of this predicament is that Harry was sixteen now. Adrien could take him to pubs, galleries and everything else Hogwarts City had to offer. Of course, he couldn't drink so that was a con but the pro: Harry was very attractive thus luring both girls and boys.
Cackling mentally, Adrien smiled. His little brother was defiantly going start dating now. Lots of teens lived around and in Hogwarts unlike Esters. This had more seniors than youth residing there. Adrien couldn't wait to start the tormenting:
"Ah, bro, you ok?" asked Harry worriedly. His older sibling had been smiling wickedly over the dashboard.
"Yup! I'm just peachy! Oh, look! We're here!"
Dumbledore's Private School for Boys was friggin' huge! Lush green lawns covered for miles with stone statues, fountains and floral arrangements decorated neatly. Dumbledore's school itself built as a majestic castle: stone walls, wooden doors and open corridors. Adrien saw the cars parked outside a steel gate so he braked. Putting his Thunderbird in park, he turned to Harry who was nervously biting his lip while gathering his books and shoulder bag:
"I know you don't want me to come in with you because that's like for elementary kids, and I know you don't want me to say: "Make new friends!" or "Be safe!" because that's way beyond cheesy. But can you at least let me make you look like a teenager, Dorkstein?"
Harry glared at his brother before turning towards him:
"Aren't you kind? But I think this uniform FAR away from any help…"
"C'mon, Har. I can make anything look sexy. You know, some people have fetishes specifically thought of young boys in uniform."
"Is that statement about me being someone's fetish supposed to make me feel better?"
"Please?" Adrien pouted.
"…….alright."
"God bless my puppy pout! Now, take off that horrid vest."
Harry did and Adrien began his work. Unbuttoning two buttons on Harry's white dress shirt along with untucking it, Adrien decided to go with I'm-out-of-bed-and-so-dead-sexy-that-I-make-this-uniform-good look. Whipping out his bag of doom, Adrien looked for Harry's accessories. Tossing, three black bracelet and leather choker at his brother, he didn't notice the younger Potter raise his eyebrow. Sighing irritability, Adrien, rolled up Harry's sleeves to the elbow. Next few minutes consisted of Adrien applying eyeliner with black eye shadow, combing out & spraying ebony locks so that his bangs hung in his eyes, and letting Harry wear his 'bondage' jewelry. Adrien was painting Harry's nails dark violet when he noticed Harry looking around for something:
"You'll see yourself in a second. Let me finish your thumb."
"I really don't feel right wearing this make up and your jewel-"
"That's too bad because you look hot."
"You're so weir- Holy shit!"
'Holy shit' was right. Harry was now an official 'emo' boy. Harry just stared. Adrien grinned before pushing Harry out with his hand mirror:
"Got to go, Twerp! Tell me how many phone numbers you get when I pick you up! Bye!" waved Adrien as he pulled out.
Poor Harry still just stood at the gate in shock. Why hadn't he tried this look years ago?
A/n: Emo Harry! drool anywho, Adrien is my OC. So don't hate. Well you know the deal. R&R and I shall give you pocky! Mmmm…pocky…good.. buh bye!
bunni kisses