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Seventh Year Itch	By : mamaleena Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2435 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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�Oh, fuck me,� he whispered, staring with more than dismay at his old street, his old house, his old life.

Privet Drive. Harry, out of breath, turned in a slow circle, taking in the impossibility of it all. He couldn�t be here, he hadn�t been here in a year, there was nothing, no one here. �Hey.�

A voice, a girls voice, called and he spun around, and took in an another impossibility. A girl, a young girl, maybe twenty, standing in the driveway across from the driveway he�d endlessly, uselessly scrubbed for sixteen years. �Where�d you come from, cowboy?� she asked, an accent he couldn�t recognize floating along he words with a grace that took his breath away.

He stared then blushed and looked down, trying to think of an answer. �I, uh, used to live there,� he mumbled, indicating the toxic house across the street from them.

�Used to, huh? Well, I used to live in Montana, but there�s nothing there but trees. Why�d you leave?� she asked, taking an experimental step towards Harry.

�I went away to school,� Harry shrugged, taking a step closer to her. He held out his hand, glancing into the girl�s grey eyes, �I�m Harry Potter.�

The girl looked at him oddly, and took his hand, shaking it. �Cara McAdams.�

Harry smiled, wondering why the girl was staring at him, when her eyes widened as she gasped. �You�re Harry Potter! I heard about you, from your aunt, and half the neighborhood. You�re the delinquent, right? You don�t seem so bad.�

Harry smiled at the pavement, then looked in her eyes again. �I�m worse.�

Cara stared at him then laughed, a real laugh, loud and authentic. �Wanna help me unpack?,� Cara asked, indicating the pile of a half dozen boxes sitting in the driveway.

Harry stared at the boxes and the beautiful girl he had no chance with and the fact that he was in the middle of suburbia where everyone knew and hated him. What else was he going to do with his six hours? He grinned at Cara and lifted one of the boxes. Cara smiled and shook her head in disbelief. �You know, for the bad seed of the neighborhood, you�re the nicest person I�ve met in this frigid country yet, stud.�

Harry blushed and looked down again, walking into the house, feeling Cara following him, getting dizzy just thinking about her, this woman he just met who he just might love. They moved all the boxes into the house, no saying much, saving their breath for the task at hand. After the last box marked �many more books� was dropped by a slightly exhausted Harry on the floor of the living room, the two collapsed on the large green sofa in the middle of the room, kicking off their socks and sneakers. �Thanks,� Cara sighed, �I didn�t think I�d ever get everything into the damned house.�

�No problem, I�m, uh leaving for school at midnight, and there�s certainly no one else around to talk to,� Harry said in one breath and she smiled.

Just smiled at him. Harry looked down and asked where the bathroom was. Down the hall second door on the left. In the bathroom, Harry leaned his face against the mirror, cool on his cheek, trying to calm himself down. His skin felt hypersensitive, like he had a fever, and he wondered why, in his life, that the only things that ever happened to him was awful or nothing at all.

He stepped out of the bathroom and Cara was standing there, leaning against the wall. Harry opened his mouth, realized he had nothing to say and just stood there in the dim hallway. Cara smiled, and it wasn�t a nice smile, it was a dangerous smile. She walked around him slowly, pressing against his back, her breasts crushed up against his shoulder blades. Her finger�s hooked under his jacket and slid it off his shoulders. Harry�s breath caught in his throat, eyes sliding shut, as she slid her arms across his chest, holding him close, her lips on his neck. �I�m so lonely. Aren�t you?�

Harry let his head loll back on her shoulder and whispered, �All the fucking time.�

Cara turned him around and pushed him against the wall, kissing him with a sort of desperation Harry had never felt. He pushed his hands under her shirt, his hands pressing into the warm flesh of her stomach, moaning a little as she dragged her fingernails down his chest. She pulled away and tugged his shirt over his head, then moved away and down the hall. Harry followed her, leaving his jacket and t-shirt crumpled on the floor. They entered her bedroom, she pulled her shirt over her head, and pushed Harry onto the bed. She lay next to him and they kissed again, less desperately, more slowly, like they were drugged. She pushed him onto his back and straddled him, leaning down and smoothing his hair away from his forehead. �Cool scar,� she whispered and moved down, her lips caressing his neck, then his chest.

Harry was breathing hard, his eyes sliding shut, shivering as she kissed his nipples, pressed her tongue into his belly button. When her lips brushed the trail of hair leading from his belly button to the waist band of his jeans, he bit his bottom lip and groaned through his teeth. She pulled off his belt and unzipped his jeans. Harry looked down and she smiled. He raised his hips as she slid down his pants, then stared at him. �Is that for me?� she whispered, grinning up at Harry, who laughed weakly and threw his forearm over his eyes.

�You ever done this before, babe?� she whispered sitting up, unbuttoning her own jeans.

Harry hesitated, then moved his arm and propped himself up on his elbows. �Not�exactly,� Harry murmured, staring anywhere but Cara�s face. �Not�anything. Ever.�

Cara slid off her jeans, and sat astride Harry�s hips, naked, Harry drinking in ever inch of her glowing skin. She bent down and kissed him, then moved her hips and Harry felt heat press around him. She sighed as he entered her, Harry trying to control his breathing. She began to move her hips slowly, her head buried in his neck, her hands intertwined with Harry�s above his head. A gasp escaped Harry�s mouth and Cara moaned, kissing him. Cara was breathing against his neck, making soft moaning sounds, making the fire behind his eyes burn whiter. �I�m-I-� Harry whispered and then came with a groan, arching his back as Cara dug her fingers into his shoulders with a simultaneous sigh.

She rolled off of Harry and lay next to him, her eyes closed, sighing. Harry sat up, looking at Cara doubtfully. Then squinting at the ceiling. �I�m sorry,� he said.

Cara sat up as well and shook her head at him. �For what, love?�

�I�I lasted like a minute. It just�wasn�t what I thought-�

Cara held her fingers to his mouth and shook her head. �It was perfect. I loved it. You were lovely.�

Harry smiled despite himself and looked at her. She was beautiful. He leaned over and kissed her, sliding into oblivion.
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