A Fork in the Road

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WARNING: This story contains INCEST...if you don\'t like it...DON\'T READ IT!



A/N: Hello my dearies! Ok, for those of you who enjoyed my story thus far, this chapter is definitely sweet! Take your time reading it...relish it...remember it...and of course REVIEW it!





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Chapter Eleven: When the Clock Strikes Twelve



Just about a week had passed and it was already New Year’s Eve. Avery hadn’t forgotten the fact that she and her father had slept together on the Eve of Christmas, but she had made it a point not to mention it aloud. She had found the concept rather difficult to comprehend. She had made love with her father, her own flesh and blood. The thought was enthralling, but even so, it frightened her. What if the Ministry found out? What if her father was thrown in Azkaban because of her? She tried to ignore it the best she could, but found her methods of trying to forget unsuccessful.



It was already mid-afternoon, and Avery was shoveling the driveway waiting for her father to get home. He had run to the grocery store to pick up a few things for the party that evening. Since Harry had been appointed Minister, he always got a small committee together at the Ministry to coordinate a Ministry New Year’s Eve Bash. Since Harry always had millions of other necessities to attend to, he appointed a few select witches and wizards that he was rather fond of to organize it all, paying them an extra bonus.



Since Avery had been younger the years prior, she was ineligible to attend the parties, and although the admittance age was required to be 17 or older, Harry allowed Avery to go this year. She was a few months shy of becoming of age, so Harry let it slide. She was his daughter after all.



As a bead of sweat dripped down Avery’s cheek, she looked up momentarily to see Harry coming down the road. She looked around her to make sure no one was looking and quickly finished the driveway by magic. She had finished by the time Harry had pulled up to the driveway.



“Lookin’ pretty spiffy,” he said, his window rolled down halfway.



“Well, good,” Avery sighed wiping her cheek with her mitten, “I’ve been working on the driveway since you left.” Harry had already gotten out of his car and was brushing past her when he replied.



“I wasn’t talking about the driveway.”



Avery spun around in place, eyebrows lifted, and saw him look over his shoulder at her and smirk. She rolled her eyes and followed him up the walkway, shovel in hand, ignoring the fact that it felt like fifty butterflies had just hatched from their cocoons inside her stomach.



She stomped her boots on the landing, getting as much snow off as possible and then stepped inside the already open doorway. She slid out of her winter clogs when she got inside, and set them next to the heater along with her hat, scarf, and mittens. She took off her wool tunic and hung it in the closet next to Harry’s. It was odd. Watching her coat touching her father’s inside the closet gave Avery a vision. She was standing where she was now, peering at the two jackets, but next to them were two more; smaller in size and in a blue and pink rather than Avery’s red and Harry’s black.



Her thoughts were disrupted when she felt a gentle hand cover her shoulder.



“You okay?”



“Yeah,” she said, looking over her shoulder at her father. “I just…had a moment I suppose.” Harry nodded as if he understood, then removed his hand.



“You want to help me whip up the food I need to make for tonight?” Harry asked, pointing his wand into the air and allowing the room to fill with music.



“That sounds fun,” Avery responded.



The two set to work, waving their own wands every which way. Dishes and silverware, along with all the food Harry had bought were flying through the air as father and daughter summoned their own necessary ingredients. Avery was working on a pumpkin pie as well as organizing crackers with cheese onto a platter. Harry, on the other hand, was whipping up the potatoes, cooking the ham and turkey, and cutting up the vegetables and fruits.



When the two were finished with their own tasks, they both set to working on the cake. Harry pulled out the pan that they were going to bake the large pastry in, while Avery gathered the ingredients.



“Engorgio,” Harry muttered pointing his wand at the pan. It enlarged to be about as big as the counter-top.



“Do you think it’s really necessary to make such a big cake?” Avery asked with wide-eyes, staring at the pan.



“Oh yes!” Harry exclaimed. “This particular cake is usually the first thing to be eaten by most of the ministry members, and is definitely the first thing to be gone.”



“Oh? And why’s that?” Avery asked genuinely interested, cracking the eggs into a large bowl.



“Because it’s a recipe that no one else knows. Your mother made it up.”



At the word ‘mother,’ Avery felt suddenly sick to her stomach. Harry had noticed, too.



“What’s the matter, baby? You feel okay?”



“Fine,” she mumbled. “I’m going to go to the loo.”



“Are you sure you’re alright?” Harry asked sounding extremely concerned. Avery nodded and made her way up the stairs to the bathroom.



Once she walked into the lavatory, she suddenly felt better. The cool air had had a calming effect on her. She must have gotten a bit overheated in the kitchen cooking and baking so much. She turned on the faucet and splashed her face with cold water, then dried it off with a hand towel. Once she felt much more relieved, she went back down to help Harry finish baking.



Hours passed, and before either Potter knew it, it was already six o’ clock. Avery watched as her father made sure all the food was perfectly arranged on the platters and as he stole a glance at the clock, he had a quick intake of breath.



“Merlin’s Beard! We have to get ready! We have to be there in an hour!”



Avery, too, looked at the clock, then got up out of her seat and made her way to the stairs.



“Are you sure you don’t need help with anything because I’m going to get in the shower?” Avery called from the bottom step.



“No, I’m pretty much finished!” Harry called. “Go ahead and shower. I’ll be up in a minute.”



Avery turned and trotted up the stairs and into the bathroom to take her shower. She was quick to wash and was out within a few minutes. As she stepped out of the shower onto the mat, she put her foot up on the edge of the tub, and began drying her leg when she heard the door open behind her. Out of instinct, she snatched her towel and covered herself.



“Did you leave some hot water for me?” Harry asked, heading towards the shower.



“Um…” Avery was barely able to speak. Her eyes had darted immediately to Harry’s exposed chest and abs. The only thing covering him was his maroon towel. As he walked right in front of her, pushing the curtain aside, she felt a tingle somewhere below her abdomen.



“Too bad you had to be so quick,” he said glancing up and down at his daughter slowly. Avery felt her heart start thumping wildly. She was still covering herself, but felt the urge to just let the towel fall to her feet. She still could not manage a word out of her mouth, so she simply stared at her sexy dad in awe.



“Well, I’d be glad to have you join me for a quick re-wash if you’re interested,” Harry said smoothly as he unwrapped his towel and let it hit the floor. He smiled at Avery, and then disappeared behind the shower curtain.



Avery was unsure of what to do. As desperate as she was to jump right in the shower with Harry, she knew that she had limited time to get ready, and up until now, was not worried about how good she would look for the party.



Heart still pounding, she took a step near the curtain and pulled it back a little, but didn’t peek into it.



“Is it going to be too late to have that re-wash once we get home tonight?” Avery asked, biting down hard on her lower lip. She felt the curtain move, and she turned her head to see Harry’s inches from hers.



“It’s never too late,” he said, and leaned in to graze his wet lips against hers. It was a brief kiss, but all in all, it made Avery feel as though she had been lifted off her feet.



“Later then,” Harry said smirking. “It’s a date.” He shut the curtain, leaving Avery to see only a quick glance at his sexy smile. She heaved a heavy sigh then finally made her way out of the bathroom and down the hall to her bedroom.



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After Avery had finished swiping her lipstick across her lips, she heard a faint knock at the door.



“Yes?”



“It’s me,” she heard her father say. “I’ve come to escort you.”



Avery smiled to herself in the mirror. She had put on a short, black, strapless dress and put on some silver hoop earrings along with a matching necklace. Her hair was pinned up and the hair that was lying loose was in little ringlets. She had applied some make-up, and put on some black high-heels for a finishing touch. She hoped that Harry would appreciate what she was wearing…after all…it was he, and he alone, that she was trying to impress.



She sprayed some perfume, then made her way to the door. When she opened it, it was only too obvious that her father took his time relishing ever inch of her body from head to toe.



“You lo—“ He cleared his throat. “You look amazing,” he whispered, clearly taken aback at his daughter’s own beauty.



“You look stunning as well,” Avery said, noticing that her father was wearing one of her favorite black suits, along with a black and silver tie. His hair still had a wet look to it, since he had put in some gel. It was messy, but yet, looked absolutely ravishing.



“Shall we go then?” He asked her holding out his arm.



“Yes, we shall.” Avery smiled and wrapped her own arm around his elbow, allowing him to escort her down the stairs. He had retrieved her fur from the closet, and wrapped it around her shoulders so that she would stay warm, then opened the door. They stepped out into the chilling air and Avery felt the cold bite at her bare legs. He walked her to the end of the driveway, and then Avery gave her father a quizzical look.



“What are we doing?! It’s freezing out here!” She shivered.



“It should be here any minute,” Harry said rubbing her arm.



“What should be here any minute?” But before Avery had time to look, a black limousine had already pulled up right in front of them. Her eyes shot wide open.



“You can’t be serious!” She said smiling broadly at her father. “We’re taking a limo?!”



“Only the best for my daughter,” Harry patted her arm, grinning. He opened the door for her, and Avery slid inside.



The interior was dark just like the outside of the grand vehicle. The seats were dark and cushiony. There were two glasses sitting next to the bucket containing the champagne, and Avery also noticed the light-switch used to make the lighting dimmer or brighter. As Harry slid in next to her, the door had shut itself automatically.



“Dad?” Avery said, curiosity in her voice. “Is this limo enchanted or is someone actually driving it?”



“What do you think, sweetheart? I’m going to take advantage of being a wizard for as long as I can,” he chuckled lightly. She laughed along with him, and enjoyed the warmth of his arm wrapping around her as they drove.



Once they had reached the Ministry, both Avery and Harry had each drank one glass of champagne. It made Avery slightly dizzy, but the effect wore off just about as fast as it had come.



Harry stepped out of the car and offered Avery his hand. She took it, and got out of the limo. She took his arm once more as they strode into the Ministry.



As soon as they had gotten inside, Avery noticed the many different witches and wizards, dressed extremely pleasantly, such as she and her father were. The room was filled with many lights, streamers, banners, and a television for everyone to watch the muggle countdown in Times Square, New York. Avery was astonished at how different the place looked from when Harry had brought her here when he had first attained the position of Minister.



As Avery marveled the decorations, she felt Harry lean in towards her.



“I’m going to get us a couple of drinks. You want some more champagne? I could tell you were enjoying it back there in the limo.” Avery gave him a sly look and nodded. He smirked and was off, leaving her alone by the fountain. She glanced around, noticing that there weren’t many young witches or wizards aside from a few and felt sort of out of place. Suddenly, in the midst of her thought, she heard her name being called.



“AVERY!” Came a voice from behind her. She turned to see Maria dashing towards her in a midnight blue satin gown.



“MARIA! HI! I didn’t know you were coming! What are you doing here?!” She said giving Maria a hug, feeling much better that there was someone her age to talk to.



“Well, didn’t your dad tell you he invited us?!” Maria asked, slightly out of breath.



“No! He never mentioned it!” Avery said, excited and relieved that her best friend was there with her.



“Well, anyway, Jordan and mum couldn’t come because he got sick, so it’s just me and dad.”



“Oh, well, where is he?” Avery asked, looking behind Maria to see if she could spot Ron.



“I think he ran into someone he knows or something,” Maria shrugged. “But who cares! Let’s go get something to eat, I’m starving!” Avery suddenly remembered that Harry had forgotten the food.



“Hang on, Maria. I have to go find my dad a minute. I think we left the food at home.”



“Ok, I’ll be right here,” she heard Maria say as Avery made her way over to the drink table. She saw Harry coming towards her, and she ran up to talk to him.



“Did you remember to bring the food?”



“Yeah, it’s already on the table. I had it in the limo before I even went up to shower.”



“Wow, you’re good,” Avery said impressed. “So, did you get my drink?”



“How could I have forgotten?” Harry asked handing her the glass of sparkling liquid. She took it graciously, and then pulled his arm to follow her.



“I didn’t know you were inviting the Weasley’s,” she said. “Why didn’t you tell me?”



“Thought it’d be a nice surprise,” he said casually, taking a sip of his beer.



As Harry and Avery came closer to Maria, Ron had appeared.



“Hey mate! How’s it going?” He asked, shaking Harry’s hand.



“Great! Did you grab yourself a drink?” Harry asked lifting his amber glass.



“Not yet. I just ran into Lavender Brown. Of course she wanted to talk to me. I had no idea she worked here, even.”



“Yeah, she works in the Department of Mysteries. Of all places, I know,” Avery heard her father say, as Ron gave him a look.



“Well, the band is starting up. Who wants to dance?” Harry asked after taking another sip of his drink. Avery swallowed some champagne and shrugged.



“I’ll dance if no one else will.”



“Oo! I want to dance with you, Harry!” Maria chimed in. “D’you mind?”



“Not at all,” Harry said, giving his beer to Ron, then offering his hand. “We’ll be back in a minute,” he said, leading Maria onto the dance floor. As Avery watched them dance, she couldn’t help but get jealous.



“Do you want to dance?” Ron asked, setting Harry’s drink down. Avery looked up at him and smiled. She put her glass down and stood up.



“I’d love to.”



The four of them danced for a few hours, switching partners so that the fathers would dance with their daughters and then back again. They took breaks, the girls going to the bathroom to “freshen up” and Harry and Ron chatting with Ministry members, and running into a few old friends. The girls had continued drinking some champagne, while both fathers were consuming beer. They laughed, danced, and mingled until it was nearly midnight.



“We’ve got about two minutes now,” Harry was saying as all four of them huddled with everyone else, eyes focused on the screen. Avery was standing next to Harry, near the back of the crowd, and she felt him run his hand along her bottom.



“I wish we could be there right now,” Avery confessed. She felt Harry turn his attention towards her. His gaze was not entirely focused on her since he had been drinking, but neither was Avery’s.



“I’ll take you there, sometime, doll. I promise.”



“One minute to go!” Ron shouted. Everyone was getting louder and ready to count down. Avery took one last swig of her champagne and felt its effect immediately.



“Ten…Nine…Eight…”



Everyone was counting down together.



“Seven…Six…Five…”



Avery felt Harry put his hand on her thigh.



“Four…Three…”



He started rubbing.



“Two…One…HAPPY NEW YEAR!”



People were shouting, clapping, and kissing. The noisemakers were going off left and right. Harry and Avery hugged Maria and Ron, and everyone became entangled in one another’s arms, and for some, even strange lips met with the drunkenness. Avery was clapping when she felt a tug on the back of her dress, and she was being pulled into the shadows behind a barrier. She felt Harry push her up against it and brush his lips against hers. Avery could taste the beer on Harry’s breath as their tongues became entwined. She heard voices, and realized that Harry had heard them, too, because he broke away from her. Silently, he grabbed her hand and darted off down a dark corridor, the noise of New Year’s Eve trailing behind like dust.



Harry rounded a corner and hopped into the nearest elevator, allowing Avery to enter first. He pressed a button and they rode up a few flights until the doors opened again. He led Avery down another poorly lit passageway until he reached the end. Avery noticed the sign on the door. It read: Harry J. Potter-Minister for Magic.



As they clambered into his dark office, Avery swayed a little as her father conjured a single candle in the middle of the room, allowing it to float above them, giving them just enough light to see. Avery turned and stared at her father. Her heart was pounding ceaselessly as she watched him come closer and closer to her. She could see the desire in his eyes as he advanced her slowly. With every step, Avery felt her heart pace quicken, and she didn’t realized that she had backed into a wall. Harry was standing right in front of her now. She looked up into his shining emerald orbs and felt the soft stroke of fingertips slide from her shoulder down her arm. Harry’s eyes never left hers.



Harry brought his lips to her forehead, and without thinking, Avery closed her eyes. He kissed down her temple to her cheek and finally to her neck. She let a tiny moan escape her, and before she had time to moan a second time, she felt the supple lips of her father skim across her own. Avery seemed to have lost all train of thought. All she could think of was how good it felt to have her father’s lips engulfing hers. His hand had found its place on the back of her neck, and he was massaging it just as his tongue began massaging hers.



She licked his bottom lip and heard him groan. He pressed his body up against hers and she felt her heart momentarily stop as he ran his hands up and down her thighs as she felt her dress being lifted slightly. She felt his hard boner pressing up against her stomach as he continued caressing her. He slowly brought his hands to her waist, and hoisted her up in his arms. Naturally, Avery wrapped her smooth legs around her father’s suit. As their tongues swarmed around each other, Avery felt her father bring her over to his desk and set her atop of it. She could feel the papers beneath her, sliding onto the floor, but neither seemed to care.



Harry slowly pulled his mouth away hers, and Avery felt him pushing her entire body onto the desk. She felt him crawl atop of her and watched as he bent his head low to kiss her chest, right where the black material began. His kissing moved onto her breast until she felt him nibble at her through her dress. The fabric was thin, and so Avery felt every inch of ecstasy of his mouth sucking tenderly on her now hard nipple. He brought his mouth back up to the top of the dress, took it in his teeth, and pulled it down to expose Avery’s breasts.



He ran his fingers over them, making Avery arch her back. She grabbed the sides of the desk as he toyed with her tits, making her lick her lips frantically. Before she knew it, Harry had gotten off of her and was pulling her to the end of the desk, spilling more parchment onto the ground. She felt Harry gently slide off her dress, leaving her black heels on, exposing her naked body except for the black g-string she was wearing. Harry took a step back, and Avery watched as he licked his lips, completely in ecstasy watching her lay there innocently.



It took a moment before Harry finally began undressing himself. Avery watched as he took off his suit coat, and then undid his tie. He unbuttoned his shirt and cast it aside along with his pants and boxers, until he was standing fully naked in the candlelight. Avery felt her chest rising and falling rather hastily as she felt him approach her. She felt his hands come in contact with the bows at either side of her thong and felt him untie each of them, allowing for the thin black material to fall, exposing her glistening cave.



Avery’s heart was throbbing as she felt Harry slide her to the edge of the desk. He pulled her legs around his waist and she suddenly felt his cock rubbing up and down her pussy, teasing her. Harry took Avery’s face into his hands and kissed her. As his tongue crept into her mouth, Avery felt Harry penetrate her. She tensed up, nearly unable to breathe at the ecstasy of her father cradling himself in her nest. Harry glided himself slowly in and out of her, and Avery moaned at every soft thrust. Harry slowly increased his pace, and as his rocking motion became more intense, Avery felt herself holding onto the desk, pushing herself farther onto her father’s member. He continued thrashing about in her and Avery couldn’t help but squeal.



“Oh god, oh god, oh fuuck daddy…”



“Oh damn, Avery…you like that?”



“Yes, I love it!”



Without hesitation or without asking, Harry pulled her off the desk, and Avery felt him bring her back over to the wall. He held her up and began thrusting into her as she slid up and down the stone. Avery lifted her hands above her head and her father took this as a notion to suck on her breasts again. Once Avery felt her father’s moist mouth on her nipples, while he continued plummeting his cock into her, she felt her toes suddenly go numb and she was unable to emit the slightest sound. She felt her brain freeze and all she could think of was the pleasure. His cock had hit her G-spot, and she was in such an intense orgasm that she barely heard her father’s words.



“Spilling all over me, baby girl…” She looked at her father’s sexy green eyes and saw him smirking at her. She came again.



“Shag me, daddy,” she moaned. “Shag me like there’s no tomorrow.” Harry slowly wrapped his arms around her and brought her back over to the desk and set her down so that she was standing on her own.



“Turn around,” he commanded. Avery loved this new game. She did as she was told.



“Professor Potter,” she said, playing along with him. “I’ve been a very naughty girl. I think I ought to be punished.” She licked her lips and stole a quick glimpse over her shoulder at her father, who was looking at her in disbelief, but in total elation.



“Yes, you have been awfully disobedient. I’m sorry, but it looks like I’m going to have to make you scream.” He took a few seconds before he made his next command. “Bend over.”



Avery did as her father said, relishing the fantasy game, and suddenly felt her father thrust into her without hesitation. His drives were so forceful that Avery barely had time to recollect her thoughts. The new angle had targeted many new sensory areas and Avery felt herself come over and over again. The rush and tingle of her father boning her from this new position was extremely exhilarating.



“I want you to come inside me, Harry!” She pleaded, hanging onto the desk.



“Ohhh god!” Harry moaned. “I’m gonna come!” His moans filled Avery with bliss. “Oh FUUUUCK!” Harry groaned loudly as Avery felt her father splash up inside of her. As much as she wanted to feel him inside her, the desire to taste her father was much greater, so she pulled away from him, and turned around, switching places with him, pushing him to sit on the desk. She quickly kneeled down and began blowing him.



She felt Harry nearly collapse at the touch of her lips on his exploding cock. His juice was sweet and creamy and it covered her face. He shot up onto her cheek, and she engulfed his cock, trying to slide it down her throat. She squeezed her lips tightly around his cock and listened to him scream.



“YES BABY! OH GOD THAT FEELS GOOD!”



She looked up at him and smiled with him still in her mouth. She met his eyes, and he couldn’t help but explode again. The warm liquid filled her mouth and she swallowed. The semen ran down her throat like pudding. Harry looked cravingly at her, and pulled her up to meet his face.



“You are the sexiest woman in the world.”



As he leaned in to kiss her, Avery realized that she had fallen in love with her father, and she would never want anything more.





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A/N: I hope that wasn\'t TOO sexually graphic for any of you. But of course it wasn\'t! You\'re all grown up and mature and probably just think it\'s brilliantly sexy...I know I do!