Smallville Fan Fiction / Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Savin Me ❯ Chapter 5

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Savin Me
Pairing: Harry/Clark/Lex
Draco/Chloe

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot!
AU after book Six, NO BOOK SEVEN NO DH!!!!!!!
I mean really guys, it’s a crossover with Smallville, do you really think this is in the same universe as the HP books????? LOL

Chapter 5

“That should do it,” Draco sighed and rubbed his forehead.

“I have enough information for a great article,” Chloe agreed rubbing at the tired muscles in her neck.

Draco sank back in his chair and closed his eyes. Merlin but he was tired. Who knew that telling and retelling your life story could be so tedious. But it would be worth it. After Chloe had typed and printed this story out, everyone at Smallville High would know Harry… Just Harry.

“Hey Drake, when’s your birthday?” Chloe asked suddenly, as if just realizing that she didn’t know.

“It’s June 5th, when’s yours?” Draco asked after replying.

“December 10th. Oh my Gosh! Harry’s birthday is July 31st, right? Clark’s is July 30th.”

“No way That’s really interesting. Say Chloe, you wouldn’t happened to know when Lex’s birthday is would you?” Lex asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Hmm. Let me check my calendar. I should have it written down somewhere,” Chloe remarked, digging through her purse for her two-year planner.

“Lex’s birthday is August 1st. Wow that’s really weird. I mean really, what are the odds that the three guys who like each other would be born a day apart?” Chloe remarked, missing how still Draco had gone.

“Ha ha, yeah that is odd,” Draco forced a light laugh, trying to cover his raging thoughts.

“Well I hate to leave good company, but I promised Dad I would fix dinner tonight. So I gotta jet. Don’t worry, I’ll have this article in tomorrows edition,” Chloe whirled around gathering up her belongings before sweeping to the door. She paused only a second to brush a kiss across Draco’s cheek before she was gone.

Bemused, Draco shut the door before heading to the kitchen to find Severus.

Severus was putting the finishing touches on the Chef salad that was accompanying tonight’s main course. It never failed to amaze Draco to watch Severus or even Harry cook. Both wizards were powerful enough to conjure anything they wanted to eat, and yet they still cooked in the muggle way. In Severus’s Case it was easy to see the correlation to potions and cooking.

Harry… well Harry was another story all together. While he was abysmal in potions, he excelled in cooking. His muggle relations had him so down trodden that he never realized that he was so very powerful.

“Draco!” Severus snapped, losing his patients as the blonde just stood there staring into space.

“Hmm? What? Oh I’m sorry, I was just thinking about Harry,” Draco replied, coming to sit at the table.

“What has the Boy Wonder done now?” Severus smirked, genuine humor easing the slur.

“Nothing, and that’s the problem. He seems to be in a love triangle though,” Draco remarked, settling down with his Chicken Alfredo with Penne Pasta and Broccoli. It was really scrumptious, almost as good as the light salad that sat in front of his plate.

“Love triangle, You mean with the Kent boy and Luthor?” Severus demanded, eyes glowing with a strange light.

“Yeah. How’d you know? Anyways, here’s the really interesting part, all three of them are born a day a part. Clark’s birthday is the 30th, Harry’s is the 31st, and Lex’s is the 1st. Weird huh?” Draco asked, oblivious to the glee that highlighted the potion Masters face.

“Love, Strength and Wisdom…” Sev murmured, lost in his thoughts of the prophecy that Lex had made earlier.

“What was that?” Draco asked, not quite catching the words Sev muttered under his breath.

“Nothing. Now what do we know about these boys?” Severus asked, changing the subject rather abruptly.

“Well for one thing, Clark Kent is adopted. I don’t think he’s a Wizard, but he might be a squib. There’s something about him that’s just a little odd. A tingling feeling I get when I try to scan his aura. He’s not quite a muggle, you know? I don’t know anything about Lex, but I do know that Harry is the most powerful Wizard since Merlin. And that he doesn’t have a clue of his true potential,” Draco responded smugly.

“I know what you mean about Mr. Kent. But I don’t know what it means. And your observations on Harry are of course exactly right. I get the feeling that if Merlin were alive, his age and wisdom would be the only advantages he’d have over Harry. As for Luthor, well…” Sev trailed off not sure he wanted to admit everything he knew to Draco.

“What?” Draco demanded, knowing for certain that Severus was hiding something.

“Alexander Luthor is the son of a close friend of mine. Lionel Luthor went to Hogwarts at the same time I did. He was in the same year and House as I. Anyway, Lex isn’t a wizard. However he is a Seer. The first Seer born to the Luthors in many years. And the first male Seer ever. His powers are very strong and untrained. Unfortunately, he knows about Harry Potter - The Boy Who Lived, and I’m afraid we can’t be certain how he feels about the boy. However, with what you say about their birthdays, it’s pretty obvious that the three boys will be bound all the tighter. As long as Kent doesn’t freak about being mated to 2 other guys. Now you’ve told me about Kent’s reaction to our Harry, and I know for a fact that Luthor is interested. It’s up to you to find out which boy Harry is interested in, agreed?” Severus paused, looking over at where Draco had tuned out his entire lecture.

“Draco!” He barked, black eyes flashing with ire.

“Hmm? Oh I’m sorry. What?” Draco spluttered, trying to hide his embarrassment.

“Nothing you idiot child. After you eat, would you please take a plate up to Harry. The damnable Gryffindor has locked himself away, no doubt because of his feelings for the two boys,” Severus commanded, rolling his eyes slightly at the put out look that Draco was trying to hide.

“Fine. Anything else O Gracious one?” Draco taunted, rising to his feet with a sigh. Dinner had been great and he was regretting the need to scrape his plate and get started on the supper dishes.

“Of course. Make sure Harry knows that bonds are common in the Wizarding world, and that no one there will look down on him for mating with two other people, even if they are males. You might want to remind him the of the Founders. It should help in this situation,” Sev explained, completely deadpanned as he watched Draco fix a heaping plate for the stubborn Gryffindor. As Draco was about to set the plate aside and get started on the dishes, Sev stopped him. “Don’t worry about the dishes tonight. Talking to Harry is more important. Now go,” he shooed him away, rising to his own feet and watching as the blonde boy took the plate of food up the stairs to intrude on the ebony haired menace.

Now maybe he’d get the information he needed to help support Harry in defeating the Dark Lord.

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“Harry? Are you hungry? Uncle Sev told me to bring you a plate, so I can’t leave until you open the door,” Draco said softly, leaning against the closed door. Without trying the knob, he knew that the door had been warded. He only hoped that Harry hadn’t thrown up a silencing spell.

“G’way Draco. I’m not hungry,” Harry growled, refusing to leave the window seat where he was relaxing.

“If you don’t get up, then I’m going to have to get Uncle Severus to unward the door, and you know that won’t make him very happy. After all you promised both of us that you wouldn’t put up wards anymore. Really Harry, what’s the problem? If it’s in our power you know we’ll help you,” Draco pleaded, resting his forehead against the door, not knowing the desperation that had entered his voice.

Breathing a sigh of relief after feeling the slight tingle disappear, Draco opened the door and strode into Harry’s sanctuary. The ebony haired teen was staring out the window with his precious owl on his lap. Slowly so slowly his fingers stroked through her downy feathers and as Draco watched a small crystal like tear slipped down the side of his face to drip onto the white feathers.

“Oh Harry. What’s wrong luv? Anything I can do to help you?” Draco asked, putting the plate of food on the desk before coming to kneel before Harry. Resting his hand on the shaking knee, he squeezed softly, letting the other distraught teen know that he was there for him, no matter how long it took the teen to realize it.

Harry took a deep shuddering breath before looking down into the soft gray eyes of his “cousin”. Draco was more of a cousin to him than Dudley had ever been. If it hadn’t been for Draco and Sev, he probably would have died that night so long ago…well not really all that long ago, but everything had changed so rapidly it seemed as if months had passed instead of the few weeks.

“How do you know if your in love?” He asked abruptly, letting Hedwig fly back to her stand.

“I don’t know Harry. I just know that you feel it deep inside, and that you’d do anything to protect them,” Draco replied with a sigh, running his fingers through his hair.

“I see,” Was all the answer he got. Harry seemed to be brooding over something, and Draco was pretty sure he knew “who” the brunette was thinking about.

“Harry, how much do you know about the Wizarding world? I mean their customs on Marriage and other stuff?” Draco asked suddenly, trying to get his friend to talk to him.

“Not much, I’m afraid. It wasn’t that important to Dumbledore and unfortunately the Dursleys’ didn’t know anything about it,” Harry answered, blushing slightly.

“I know in the Muggle world, same-sex partnerships are frowned upon. However in the Wizarding world, the gender of your partner is never questioned. The only thing that matters is if you balance each other. And that being said, for some Wizards it takes more than one mate to balance them. If Voldemort ever found his soul mate, he’d probably have more than one. I know Dumbledore did. And so did the Founders of Hogwarts. They were probably the only quartet bond in history. But they balanced each other so thoroughly that Hogwarts has lasted thousands upon thousands of years.” Draco stated calmly, knowing that he had reassured Harry when he felt the tension drain slowly from the younger Wizard.

“Really? Your not just making this up?” Harry asked, hope shining in his verdant eyes.

“Of course not. I’m a Malfoy, or I was, and we do not lie,” Draco replied loftily, ignoring the shaft of pain that his flippant remark had made.

“Draco stop it. Your still a Malfoy. Now you’re The Malfoy, remember? Besides I know you wouldn’t lie to me, it was just reflex to question you again,” Harry sighed, rubbing at his forehead.

“Now if that answers your questions, I’m going to change the subject. How are you doing on your Chemistry homework?” Draco asked, getting to his feet before turning and sitting beside the silent saviour.

“I’m finished with it, of course. Uncle Severus would have made a wonderful Chemistry teacher. But then, Potions and Chemistry aren’t that different. You have to be careful on what you add or you’ll blow up the classroom,” Harry grinned, humor flashing in his emerald eyes.

“True. I guess we should be glad Longbottom isn’t in our class,” Draco mused, not noticing the tension that filled Harry at the mention of the Longbottom Heir.

“Yeah I guess so,” Harry agreed softly, remembered pain flickering in his darkened eyes.

“Don’t worry so much. As soon as your feeling better and want to, we’ll be back in the Wizarding world. Granger and Weasley are probably missing you like crazy,” Draco muttered, trying to make the Saviour feel better but unable to miss the flash of sorrow that marked his face.

“Draco, Ron and Hermione are dead. They died helping me defeat the Dark Lord. They’ve been dead since the beginning of April, right before Sev found me. I doubt their parents want me around, and now that Neville knows that it’s my fault his parents were driven insane by Bellatrix, I don’t think he’ll want anything to do with me either,” Harry sobbed, dripping down his face and falling onto his lap.

“I’m so sorry Harry,” Draco bit out, shock making him reel.

“Does Severus know?” He asked when he was finally able to get hold of himself.

“Yes.” Was all the raven haired boy replied, that one word holding more pain and sorrow than any other word ever heard. Just the sound of his voice had Draco shivering. Not in fear but because he couldn’t help the emerald eyed teen.

“Why didn’ t you tell me earlier?” He finally blurted out, unable to keep the pain and the hint of betrayal out of his tone.

Harry flinched slightly, knowing that he had hurt his new friend.
“I couldn’t deal with it. Ron and Hermione were more than friends, they were like siblings to me. Honestly, I never expected to feel that for them. But somehow or other they wormed themselves into my heart. After they died, I didn’t know what to do. I was on the verge of killing myself when Severus showed up. Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Granger had already sent me a letter telling me when the funeral was and asking that I didn’t show up. Of course I agreed but I felt as if I had died inside. You have no idea how hurt I was when I fire called Mrs. Weasley and she looked as if she hated me. I always thought of her as another mother, and yet she couldn’t bear to stand the sight of me,” Harry sobbed, tears pouring faster down his face. Within moments his lap was saturated with tears and yet they still fell.

Without giving a reply, Draco tugged the resisting form of the BWL into his arms and soothed. Running a tender hand up and down the boys spine, he couldn’t help but marvel at the strength that the boy was forged with.

Like all steel, he had been tempered almost to his breaking point, and yet he was all the stronger for it.

“Harry I want you to eat dinner. Uncle Severus made it and it’s especially good. Well not as good as what you can make but still.. You need to eat okay?” Draco murmured, pulling the boy close. Letting Harry know that he was there if he needed him.

“All right Draco. I’ll eat. I promise,” Harry stated, staring at the floor.

“Don’t be embarrassed Harry, we all need to lean on somebody sometimes. And I know I’m not the one you’ll be leaning on forever, so don’t think I’m going to hold this against you,” Draco smiled ruffling the hair of the shorter teen.

“Ugh Draco! Could you not do that?” Harry complained, mischief starting to glow in his verdant eyes.

“Well I could, but I won’t. I love seeing that look in your eyes, knowing that I can do something to you that the great Harry Potter can’t return because he’s sooo short!” Draco stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry, dancing out of range as Harry reared back to smack the back of his head.

“Come on Shorty, you need to eat and then get to bed. Tomorrow is another day, and I believe that it’ll be a long one for you as well. After all, Uncle Sev said something about Luthor coming back tomorrow afternoon, right?” Draco asked, silver eyes sparkling with mirth.

“Yeah, he’s going to show me this Meteor rock that supposedly matches my eyes better than emeralds.” Harry sighed and ran a hand through his ebony locks.

“Good, well I don’t know about you but I’m going to bed as soon as you eat. That way I can get my beauty sleep. After all I wouldn’t want to scare Chloe away, now would I ?” Draco smirked, watching as Harry blushed.

“Oh go away Draco! I’ll eat, and then I’m going to go see Uncle Sev for a moment! So there,” And with that said, Harry finally sat at his desk and picked at the salad that Draco had made for him.

It was delicious. The lettuce was still crisp and hadn’t wilted with the heat. The bacon was still crunchy and the eggs were chilled to perfection. And there was just enough Ranch Dressing to compliment the flavor of the ham and cheese. Not to mention the garlic croutons. After taking a deep breath, he took a bigger bite and closed his eyes to savor the taste that was melting on his tongue.

“Magic is a wonderful thing,” He mumbled after he finished his bite. Glancing over at Draco he couldn’t help the smirk that spread across his features. It seems Draco didn’t appreciate the salad as much as he did.

“Good Harry?” Draco asked flushing slightly as his voice cracked slightly.

“Very,” Harry grinned.

“Good, I’ll leave you to eat then,” And with that said he beat a hasty retreat.

“Silly boy,” Harry murmured, before settling down to finish his dinner.

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“Harry are you feeling okay?” Severus asked as the silent youth
carried the tray back into the kitchen before setting it on the counter.

“I’m fine now Uncle. I was merely debating,” Harry replied monotonously.

“Really? What were you debating?” Severus drawled, black eyes flashing.

“The Merits of Clark Kent and Lex Luthor. Trying to decide who I want to be with,” Harry answered with a slight smirk as his “uncle” blushed.

“And have you decided?” Severus asked shrewdly, hoping that he could influence the boy into picking both if he had decided against one or the other.

“Draco has assured me that it’s not wrong to feel something for more than one person. My only problem is the fact that both are guys and that their Muggles. Other than that…” Harry shrugged, unable to continue.

“While Clark Kent may be a Muggle, Lex Luthor is not. He is a Squib. Don’t look down of him because of it. Lex Luthor is also a very powerful Seer. In fact he may be the most powerful Seer in many generations,” Severus cautioned, feeling Harry should know who he was dealing with.

“I see,” Was all the ebony haired youth said before turning to the counter. Seeing that the dishes were all ready done, he filled the sink with hot water and added some soap. As soon as he had soapy water to do his few dishes, Harry added them to the sink. Neither wizard said anything until the dishes were done and put away.

“Harry, Lex is embarrassed about being a Squib. He sees himself as a failure. Please don’t hold that against him,” Sev whispered quietly, hoping he had reached the Verdant eyed bwl.

“Don’t worry Sev, I know better than to hold something like that over anyone else. After all, I was raised as a Freak, who am I to complain about someone else’s secrets?” Harry answered before leaving the room and going back up the stairs.

Unable to follow or to come up with an excuse the boy would listen to, Sev sank into his chair. He only hoped that Kent and Luthor knew what a treasure the boy was, for if they didn’t it would be his pleasure to tear them apart….

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The next day passed pretty quietly for Harry. Of course he was aware of the stares and the giggles, but as they didn’t seem derisive he wasn’t bothered by them. After all, at Hogwarts he could barely get to class without being accosted.

All of his classes seemed to be a wrap for the exams that would take place next week. As he was in the top of his class, he really didn’t need to take notes so he just doodled in his notebook, letting his mind wander.

And it was with a wandering mind that he ended up at the water fountain by the cafeteria. Instead of going in to get something to eat, Harry merely paused that the fountain and got a drink. When he was done, he moved to walk away, not noticing the taller form of Clark Kent in front of him.

“Harry, are you okay?” Clark asked, reaching to take the smaller boy by the shoulders.

“Hmm? Oh I’m fine. How are you doing today Clark?” Harry asked absently, still looking lost in thought.

“I’m fine I guess. Mom and Dad said you could come over today to
see the farm if you wanted to that is,” Clark spat out in a rush, feeling his face flush warmly.

“Hmm? What? Really? I’d love to,” Harry replied snapping out of his thoughts.

“Good, so right after school, we’ll leave and go to my place, right?” Clark asked, trying to make plans.

“I can’t do it right after school. I have to check in with my uncle. But I’ll have him drop me off at your house around four, if that’s okay with you?” Harry asked, unconsciously raising big green puppy dog eyes to the taller teen.

“Of course that’s fine. Um actually that’s probably better anyways,” Clark admitted sheepishly, unable to say no to those eyes.

“Well that’s great. Unfortunately lunch is about over so I have to get back to class, I’ll see you later this afternoon, okay?” Harry called over his shoulder as he turned and walked down the hall to his next class, Study Hall.

Clark shook his head in bemusement. If that boy had wanted the world he would have been hard-pressed about not giving it to him. The power of his eyes was amazing.

The rest of the day passed by fairly quickly. Harry was lost in his own world and it seemed as if no one else had a key to enter it.

As the bell rang and released the students from class, Harry strolled down the hall and left the building, leaving a quite a few students staring in his wake.

“Well that was rude of him,” Lana complained, unable to explain her abhorrence of the English boy, even to herself.

“Not really, he’s had a rough couple of months,” Draco retorted sharply, wishing he could hex the dark haired girl.

“Anyway, Clark I was wondering if you’d like to come over this afternoon, so we could go over our English project,” Lana asked, ignoring the Blonde Slytherin that was seething at her back.

“Sorry Lana, I can’t. I’ve already made plans for this afternoon. If you had asked earlier things might have turned out differently,” Clark replied absently, not seeing the shocked look on her face.

“What are you doing Clark?” Chloe asked, smirking softly.

“Harry’s coming over and I’m going to show him around the farm,” Clark grinned looking bashful.

“Well you two have fun, I’m taking Chloe out tonight,” Draco remarked, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend.

“Really? And where are we going, and why didn’t I know about it?” Chloe asked with a smile.

“Bowling, and uh I guess I didn’t ask so you wouldn’t say no,” Draco explained in a rush.

“Sounds like fun, so I guess I’ll see you later,” Chloe remarked before pressing a kiss to his cheek and moving back down the hall to the Torch’s office.

“Great, I guess I’ll see you about six then,” Draco yelled back only to see her wave and giggle as she hurried on.

Turning back he realized that everyone else had left. Grinning softly he took off running to catch up with Harry before he was left far behind.

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Harry had only been waiting in the front room of their house for only a couple of minutes before the doorbell rang. Knowing who it was, he sprang to his feet to open the door.

Lex Luthor stood on the stoop look totally out of place in the middleclass neighborhood. As the door sprung open his eyes widened at the sight before him.

Harry Potter was a very pretty boy. His green eyes were dancing with amusement as he led the elder teen into the house.

“Did you get the Meteor Rock?” He asked impatiently as he drug the elder teen to the couch.

“Of course I did,” Lex replied, settling on the couch. Reaching up he pulled the younger teen down beside him and told him, “Now close your eyes and at least attempt to be surprised.”

“Okay,” Harry agreed, calming down almost radically. Closing his eyes he waited for Lex to tell him what to do.

Something cool was slipped around his neck and after Lex slid back the gentle weight thumped against his chest.

Opening his eyes Harry looked down at the necklace he was wearing in shock. It appeared to be silver, but the weight made him doubt it. Hanging from the necklace was a silver ring. The main stone was a deep clear green and flanking it were two deep red stones. Oh Merlin, he only hoped that is was a type of quartz. The Emerald-like stone was dead center. Not very big but vibrant none the less. On the right side and on the left there was one deep red stone. Whether Garnet or Ruby was unknown, but Harry had a feeling it was Ruby. Between the Emerald-like stone and the Rubies were little diamond like stones. It was in a word breathtaking.

“It’s not an Emerald, is it? Or Ruby or diamond, right? Because if it is I couldn’t accept it,” Harry finally spoke.

“Of course it’s not an emerald. The Stones are all Meteor Rock, well except the clear ones, they happen to be Cubic Zirconia. Pretty but not very valuable,” Lex explained, mentally crossing his fingers behind his back. If Harry had any idea that the chain and ring itself were Platinum, he’d never accept it. And the fact that the main stones were Meteor Rock wouldn’t even factor in the fact that it was surrounded with Diamonds.

Flawless in Clarity, Clear in Color and weighing in all together at a Carat. It was simply a lovely ring. And it was true that the Green Meteor Rock matched Harry’s eyes completely.

“I don’t think I can accept this,” Harry spoke meekly, feeling embarrassed at the obvious fact that Lex was wanting him to keep the ring.

“Don’t worry about it Harry. I want you to have so you get it. I can afford the small tokens of my affection. I just want you to wear it and think about me okay?” He asked seriously, leaning closer to the younger teen.

“Okay Lex. I’ll accept it,” Harry agreed with a sigh, a slight blush highlighting his cheekbones.

“Good. Now I know you have plans for this evening, so I guess I’ll take my leave,” With that said he leaned over and brushed a chaste kiss on Harry’s face, unable to resist the lovely shade of pink the teen had flushed.

“G..Goodbye Lex,” Harry murmured quietly, his cheeks flaming. Raising a hand he touched the spot where Lex had branded him with his kiss.

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“Are you sure you want to go over there this afternoon?” Severus asked sharply, trying to draw the Gryffindor out of his stupor.

“I promised Uncle Sev. I have to,” Harry finally snapped, tired of feeling pushed.

“That’s fine. Let’s go so I can get back to my potions,” Sev snapped back, feeling irritable.

“Okay,” Harry replied with a small frown, wondering what had caused his uncle to act that way.

“Harry don’t. It’s not you. I don’t know what’s going on and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be taking this out on you,” Severus sighed and rubbed his forehead.

“It’s okay Uncle Sev. Would you rather I walk over the Kent’s, cause I can. Really it’s no big deal,” Harry asked softly, feeling as if were treading on eggshells.

“No Harry, I’ll give you a ride over. And if you need a ride back, all you have to do is call me, understand?” Sev asked looking down at his wayward nephew.
Harry nodded, not trusting his voice.

“Good, well let’s get there so I can get back,” Sev groaned.
When they arrived at the Kent Farm, he pulled Harry back for a second. “If you need anything, anything at all, just call me,” He murmured, pulling the boy close for a hug.

“I will Uncle Sev I promise,” Harry whispered back, hugging his uncle tightly.

“Take care of him Kent,” Sev snarled, before pulling out of the driveway.

“I will!” Clark yelled, before turning and smiling down at the shorter teen.

“Let me introduce you to my Mom, and then I’ll show you around, okay?” Clark asked, taking Harry’s hand and leading him into the kitchen.

As they entered the kitchen, Harry couldn’t help but starting in surprise. The house was a lot bigger on the inside than it appeared from the outside. The kitchen was cluttered, but clean. Everything seemed to have a place and for the most part it was in it’s place.

Clark led Harry through the Kitchen/Dining room into the Living room. Mrs. Kent was settled in a comfy looking recliner. On her lap was a ball of yarn, but she wasn’t knitting. It took Harry only a moment to realize that she held a hook in her right hand and her work in the left.

“Mom, I’d like you to meet Harry,” Clark interrupted his thoughts, coming to tap his mom on the shoulder. The red-haired woman looked up and a smile lit up her features.

“Welcome Harry. It’ s a pleasure to finally meet you,” She smiled warmly, laying her work in the basket beside her chair. Getting to her feet, she came closer to the skittish Gryffindor and wrapped him in a hug. Ignoring the stiffness that the boy radiated, she proceeded to make him feel welcome.

“Thank you Mrs. Kent, I’ve never been to a farm before so I’m glad I was given the chance today,” Harry replied, slightly stiff.

“Oh please, call me Martha. We’re so glad you could come,” with that said, the woman led the two teens into the kitchen.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what were you doing earlier when we interrupted you?” Harry asked abruptly, deciding he really wanted to know.

“Crocheting. I was taught as a young girl, and I’ve taught Clark. It’s a tradition in my family, why?” Martha replied without looking up.

“My best friends Mum used to Knit jumpers for Christmas. I knew that you weren’t knitting as that takes two needles, but I was unsure as to what you were doing,” Harry admitted softly.

“Used to? Why did she stop? That is if you don’t mind me being rude in return,” Martha asked curiously a soft smile on her face.

“My best friend died in an accident a couple months ago and well I guess I just figured she wouldn’t want me around this Christmas,” Harry remarked shyly.

“Poor Dear, well Crocheting isn’t the same as knitting but there are a lot of similarities. If you like, I could teach you how someday,” Martha offered, feeling for the poor waif. From what Clark had told her, it was plain to see that the boy had clearly been beaten down.

“Really? That would be wonderful!” Harry exclaimed, verdant eyes sparkling.

“Now why don’t you and Clark enjoy your tour. After your done, we’ll have dinner and then Clark will take you home, okay?” Martha asked, clearly dismissing the boys from her mind as she began ransacking the fridge for ideas for tonight’s dinner.

“Come on Harry, I promised you animals, so that’s what you’ll get,” Clark laughed and tugged the shorter teen outside.

Once outside he paused and looked down at Harry.

“What do you want to see first, the Chickens, Pigs, Horse, Cow or Turkey?” He asked as he waited for a response.

“I have no idea,” Harry answered, feeling slightly overwhelmed.

“Let’s start with the critters in the barn, then we’ll move on to the chicken coop and pig pen, okay?” Clark asked hoping that it would meet with Harry’s approval.

“Sure, let’s get started,” Harry agreed, following Clark as he entered the musty red barn.

A big brown cow was the first thing he saw. Moving closer, he smiled in joy as the cow raised her head and lowed softly.

“You can pet her if you want,” Clark remarked quietly, not trying to scare the ebony haired teen.

“Would she like it?” Harry asked before reaching out and lightly stroking the cows soft forehead.

“Of course, she loves attention,” Clark laughed simply watching Harry enjoy himself.

“She’s so soft, what’s her name?” Harry asked softly, still lightly petting the brown cow.

“As she’s a Jersey, we’ve been calling her Daisy. She’s a very gentle cow, and right now she’s getting ready to have a baby. That’s why she’s in the barn,” Clark explained intrigued at how Harry reacted to the bovine.

“She’s gorgeous. Daisy is a good name for her,” Harry replied, turning to look at Clark. Clark stepped closer and patted the gravid beast.

“Yes she is,” He whispered feeling odd. Looking down at Harry he couldn’t seem to stop himself from laying a chaste kiss on his upturned mouth.

Sparks flew, or at least it seemed to. The two teens stood immobile as Clark continued to kiss Harry. He wasn’t pushing for a deeper kiss, simply enjoying the feel of his mouth pressed to the shorter teens. Harry cautiously started to respond and Clark wrapped his arms around the other boy hugging him tightly.

Not even a moment later, Clark was pushing the other boy away, feeling sick. Not knowing what had caused his abrupt mood swings, he looked over at the distraught teen.

“I’m sorry Harry, I think I’m coming down with something. I think I need to lay down for a bit, would you mind if Mom took you home?” Clark got out feeling the need to retch.

“I .. I guess so… is it my fault? I’ve never been kissed like that before but I know you’re not supposed to get sick afterwards,” Harry asked feeling really confused.

“I’ll explain it later, if I figure out what’s going on, okay?” Clark asked, feeling ashamed of himself.

“Okay,” Harry whispered, dropping his head in shame.

Not knowing what else to do, Clark turned and went into the kitchen.
Pausing in the doorway, he realized that he was already feeling 95 better. Not willing to risk another episode, he approached his mom.

“Do you think you can give Harry a ride home now, something odd is going on,” He asked, rubbing at his forehead.

“Of course. Are you all right?” She asked worriedly, noticing the paleness of his color and the sweat standing on his forehead.

“I think so. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he had Meteor rock on him. At least red and green,” Clark explained.

“Don’t worry about it now, I’ll take him home and make sure he knows that you get sick like that quite often, that way he’ll want to come back out,” Martha replied, heading to the door to the barn.

“It’s okay Mom, I’ll apologize in school on Monday,” Clark murmured, rubbing at his forehead. Never before had a headache hit that suddenly.

His mom was only gone a moment, before she came back in looking
bemused.

“What is it?” Clark asked feeling suspicious.

“I was all set to give Harry a ride home when Lex Luthor showed up. He agreed to take Harry home for me. Funny huh? I mean it is odd for Lex to show up here today of all days,” She mumbled, before turning to the fridge to put back the ingredients she didn’t need anymore.

Clark’s pretty blue eyes were narrowed in rage, Lex Luthor had walked out with HIS Harry. When next they met, Lex would realize that money couldn’t buy you everything.

Harry Potter was going to be his!

TBC

Enjoy and all that Jazz!
Later!
Christy
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