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No Way Around It	By : MarieDoria Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 4881 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Harry Potter series nor do I make any money from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-No Way Around It
- 2-Subtle Storm
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Chapter Two: Subtle Storm

1:47 PM Harpeer Community College

It has been two days since that dreadful night Ron brutally assaulted Harry; well he was provoked. But didn’t he want that!? Ron shook his head and glanced at his cell phone again. Harry had not notified him as to his whereabouts. His meeting with Dr. Milder had ended over two hours ago why was Harry delaying a simple text message? Maybe he arrived there late yet again and his appointment was changed to a later time. Maybe the meeting lasted longer because Harry was explaining the past couple of weeks. Ron scowled, he knew that Harry would never expel such an intimate event, if you could call it such. Ron checked his phone one more time before stuffing it back into his pocket. Now he was pissed all Harry had to do was just text stating where he was. Harry had been religious about texting Ron about his every move. However lately it had been Ron blowing up Harry’s phone just to get an inkling as to where his roommate was. When did this all started exactly? Why was Harry being so secretive now? Shaking his head once more Ron looked back up to his instructor. The class was a fairly good size about thirty-five pupils that were sitting in the small confined desk areas. He sighed once more looking at the clock on the wall then reaches for his cell. This was bloody insane!

“Bloody Hell!” Ron hissed through his clenched teeth. The screen was bare of any new messages.

“Did you say something Mr. Weasley?” a gruff voice called to him from the center of the floor. Embarrassed to the point of utter humiliation Ron looked at his book and sighed. The instructor reminded him of Professor Snape minus the American accent. His lectures were too long and he seemed to brood over everything that irked him. Ron almost laughed as he reminisced on his former dark aura potion master.

“Harry where are you?” he whispered to himself as time ticked by.

He glanced down to the other students some seem to be utterly bored with the lecture. Then there were others took notes. His eyes scanned the room and then rested on a girl. She was pretty to him though he only was able to see part of her face by the odd angle of seats. As if sensing Ron’s eyes the young woman looked in his direction and smiled. Ron gasped, forgetting to breathe, he gawked at her in total shock. She smiled and gave him a small a wave before she turned around to focus on the lecture. Ron then let out the breath he had been holding. He shook his head. Hermione? No it’s impossible! He continued to stare at her hoping to get a better look at her. Look at me once more please. She kept her attention on the professor the rest of the time they had left to endure the lecture.

The professor summed up his long-winded lecture dismissing his pupils with another stressful assignment due the following week. Ron quickly gathered his things and tried to make his way to this woman that reminded him of who he had left behind. The clumsy chap ended up dropping his belongings and ran to the door. He entered the busy hallway as more university students piled in and out of the classrooms. Cursing under his breath Ron scanned the crowded one more time before retreating to reclaim his baggage.

“Need help?” a friendly voice asked.

“Um I think I got it.” Ron replied but as he stood his books slipped from his grasp and landed on his foot. “Dammit!”

“Here let me get that for you.” Small delicate hands reach for Ron’s books and then disappear. Ron hurried to look up and find a pretty petite blond standing over him as he knelt. “Here.” She handed him his books smiling.

“Thanks.” Ron blushed, he knew he did.

“Krystal. Kelpser. I’m also in your next class we can walk there together.” She held out her hand to him. Ron not wanting to be the complete wanker took it.

“Thanks Krystal.” He spoke softly. He couldn’t believe his luck, first his friend refuses to inform him if his status, then he spots the re-embodiment of his lost lover, now a gorgeous blond is offering him assistance. Smiling big Ron followed his new friend to his next class.

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11:10 AM Dr. Milder’s Office

Glancing at the clock in the small office a fairly handsome older gentleman scratched a few notes on a yellow pad before removing his glasses making him even more charming. His dark hair with specks of grey and clean shaven face brought maturity with charm to his pleasant appearance. He has dealt with many a people in his line of work but none of them were as bizarre as the young man sitting in front of him. The “boy” was gorgeous to say the least with long, loose, curly black hair, and pale skin but it was those unearthly green eyes that captivated him most. He watched his patient closely in over the past two years the young man still intrigued him greatly. Normally he would have to be discreet about his interests but this young man was different, and he wanted to know exactly why.

“Now Mr. Potter you say these dreams are becoming more realistic?” the psychiatrist asked the young man who seemed to be quite fidgety.

“I’ve told you before asshole the fucking medication ain’t worth shit!” Harry snapped he had begun to swear a lot more now as well as losing his British accent. Ron would have a total fit if he knew just how dirty Harry’s mouth really was. But Ron wasn’t here now was he. “I don’t know why you fucking insist on giving them to me.” He glared at his therapist.

“They are to help with your mood swings Harry. And in saying that I know you haven’t been taking your pills on a regular basis.” The man said calmly.

“Ah now you’re fucking psychic?” Harry glances at his watch and sighs. “This shit takes too damn long.” He grumbles.

“Language Mr. Potter.” The man actually sounded stern that only made Harry want to push the man’s buttons more. “You seem to be in a hurry to leave here.”

“Am I that fucking obvious?” Harry smirked looking at the man licking his lips. His therapist paid him little notice as he scratched more notes down on his pad. “Hey Doc why don’t we just call it a day huh?

The man sighed, “Harry you have only been here for ten minutes it’s required that you stay for the other thirty-five.”

“Aw come on Doc it’s not like we’re making any progress today.” Harry shifted in his seat slowly removing his glasses. He stopped wearing his regular glasses and wore contacts. He just wore the dollar store brand to make himself look cute.

“You never know I think we are making progress.” He replied softly dodging the sharp emerald eyes that sought his gaze. He cleared his throat and tried to focus on his notes becoming sloppy as he scribbled more nonsense.

“I don’t think so. I want…you,” Harry leaned forward as if to whisper something important, “to give it me.” his eyes that were once cast down to the desk now shot up piercing the man’s very soul it seemed as he gazed into his eyes.

“What?” the older man replied shaking his head to break the trance.

“You know what I mean Doc don’t play coy. I need it…desperately.” He moaned softly batting his eyes, pursing his lips. “You won’t deny me such a thing now would you?”

The therapist closed his eyes and sat back in his chair. The things this boy does to him were phenomenal and dangerous. His colleagues warned him of patients like him however there appeared to be no other like him. This Harry Potter kid was special and he’d be damned if allowed this opportunity to slip away from him. “No I don’t know what you mean. Enlighten me please.”

Harry sighed as he leaned back against his own chair. “So aggravating.” He whispered as he walked over to the older man and took a seat in his lap spreading his legs over the armrests. “Give me what I want Doc.”

“Harry!” the man nearly yelled his hands going to Harry’s hips as he shifted rhythmically rubbing the therapist to the point of embarrassment.

“Oh I haven’t even started and you already raising your voice. That usually happens a little later Doc.” Harry whispered leaning in so he breath tickled the man’s ear.

“Harry stop moving and get off right now!” he hissed.

“Why you seemed to be…enjoying it.” Harry moaned softly nibbling on his prey’s ear while grinding his crotch hard against the throbbing cock he knew that wanted more attention. “You know you want this Doc. I know you are.”

“You’re wrong Harry I don’t want it.” He stilled Harry’s hips taking several deep breaths before he looked into those damning eyes. “Harry-”

“Dr. Milder your wife is on line one she says it’s urgent.” The receptionist called over the intercom. Harry growled softly but made no attempt to remove himself from the older man’s lap.

“Ah yes thank you Patricia.” Dr. Milder tried to sound in control but with Harry on top of him he couldn’t quite cover the strain in his voice. “Harry you have to get off my lap now.”

Harry paid no attention to him and picked up the receiver and pushed the line one button. He smiled at the shock on the doctor’s face as he handed him the phone. “She’s waiting.” He mouthed.

Taking the phone from Harry he placed it to his ear, took a deep breath, “Hello darling.” He heard the sweet voice of his wife and sighed. “My day is fine…No I didn’t forget about tonight…I remembered the flowers yes…No Josie the-Ah!...No I just bumped my shin on the desk…Yes I will be more careful I have to go now…Yes I will be home on time…love you too bye…bye bye…” he quickly hung up the phone. He looks up at Harry glaring hard.

“What the hell is wrong with you Harry!?” he snapped.

“Your act was rather convincing Doc I applaud you.” Harry smirked clapping his hands.

“Get out Mr. Potter. Now!” Dr. Milder raged. “I am done playing games with you.” He pushed Harry roughly off his lap and quickly stood up making room so Harry could stand as well.

Harry crashed to the floor bumping his head on edge of the desk. The thud he made was sickening, he laid on the floor listless, his hair falling over his face. Panic floods the consultant as he looks at his patient laying on the floor motionless.

“Harry? Are you alright?” Dr. Milder’s voice quivered in the sense of his uncertainty the young man was still alive. A sudden knock on the door jolted the therapist to the harsh realization he is possibly dealing with a dead body. “Uh yes Patricia?”

“Sir is everything alright? I heard something.” She replied her hand gripped the doorknob threatening to turn it.

Dr. Milder hearing the slight jiggle of the handle reacted, “Patricia everything is fine nothing is wrong. But I want you to cancel the rest of my appointments please.”

Patricia made no movement from the door. She merely stood frozen at the door. Feeling uneasy she turned the knob and begins to open the door. Her attempt however was flawed when something blocked the door.

“That will be all Patricia.” Dr. Milder said through the crack. He was panting and had been sweating.

“Sir is everything alright you don’t look so good?” She tried to see around him, but failed due to the limited view.

“Yeah everything is fine I’m not feeling very good suddenly I am going to take the rest of the day off.” He says shutting the door, leaning against it. “Patricia do as I say and then take the rest of the day off. Go to the spa or something you deserve a break today.” He waited for her to move from the door.

Patricia walked to her desk and began her series of calls cancelling appointments, her eyes remained focused on the door. The thought of her boss cancelling his appointments last minute puzzled her. It is not uncommon she worked for two other therapists who would cancel last minute. She thought it odd that Dr. Milder hadn’t reported anything to her until now. When she had finished her task she goes to the door knocking softly.

“Sir is everything okay?” she asked not daring to open the door but she was tempted.

“Yes thank you I will see you tomorrow. You are dismissed.” He made his voice sound sterner as he tried desperately to regain the calm he was well known for. He listened for her footsteps to fade as she made her way to the elevator. He heard the loud bing, the doors opening and closing and the sound of the elevator going down. He exhaled and looked back at Harry. He had moved the young man from his previous spot over to the couch and laid him down in case he hadn’t reached the door to stop Patricia from coming in again. Now she was gone Dr. Milder could focus on the other dilemma that surrounded him. How the hell am I going to sneak this kid out of here without being suspicious? That was the main objective to get Harry out and into his car. Dr. Milder had a hectic of a time trying to get Harry from the floor to the couch with great difficulty he was having serious doubts about hauling the kid all the way down a flight of stairs to his car. Running out of options Dr. Milder’s panic level increased. He walks out of his office and looks about the lobby when he spots a large box. With a quick assessment he figured he could stuff the boy into the box and have the maintenance workers take it his car. Brilliant plan. Dr. Milder grabs the box and places it in front of Harry. What the hell am I doing? I can’t just stuff the kid in a box. He looked at Harry the gash on his head nearly made the grown man vomit. There was still blood coming from the wound. He would have to clean the floor and the couch, not to mention ditch his clothes. Bleach. He pushed his conscience to the farthest part of his mind as he began to stuff his patient into the box.

“Sorry Harry but you made me do this.” He said sealing up the box with tape.

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2:48 PM Harpreer Community College

Ron glanced at his cell and sighed Harry still hadn’t texted him. What the fuck Harry you better be in some serious shit or I am going to kick your arse when I get home. He opened his flip phone and sent a brief text to Harry asking his whereabouts. Ron stuffed his cell back into his pocket and made his way to the bus stop. He reached the bench in record time but still found it crowded with other college students and the regulars waiting to board the bus to go home. He got as near to the bench as he dared himself, he wasn’t much of a people person. He glanced at all the faces present and then he saw her face. The one who could make his heart race and his breathing stop. He gazed at her with such intensity he didn’t realize the bus had pulled up and everyone was starting to board.

“Hey uh Ron are you going to get on the bus?” that same voice from before.

Ron looked to his left to find Krystal at his side, “Uh what?”

Krystal giggled, “Are you going to get on the bus?”

“Uh yeah.”

“Well come on then.” She pulled him onto the bus and had him sit next to her. “You sure you okay maybe you had too much sunlight, you have very fair skin.”

“I’m okay uh…”

“Krystal.”

“Yeah Krystal I’m totally okay.” He said as he looked across to the seats adjacent to his own. Ah there she is the reincarnation of the beauty who was taken from him. “Krystal who is that lovely girl sitting alone over there?”

“You mean the one you have been drooling over for the past few hours?” she replied.

“Yes-what I was not drooling.” Ron looked back at Krystal who had a smirk on her face.

“Could have fooled me. Her name is Emma, she transferred here about a month ago from England. I don’t know too much about her but she keeps to herself. I don’t know where she lives though, but from what I heard she is a wealthy girl.

Ron turns his attention to Emma, thrilled he knew her name. A goofy grin crept back onto his face, he could tell his cheek muscles were starting to hurt. It was the same exact smile he gave Hermione; she always told him his face would one day remain frozen with that grin on his face. He missed her terribly she was the light of his world and he never ever thought he would lose her the way he did.

“Ron? Ron are you crying?” Krystal’s voice saved him from reliving the nightmare once of his beloved Hermione.

Ron wiped his tears and laughed, “Sinuses are a bloody nuisance.” He wiped his nose and sniffed laughing and looking away from anyone. Bloody hell how could I have been so stupid allowing myself to open like that. He glances back up to Krystal who wore a concerned look but managed to have a small smile on her lips. He glanced over to see if Emma had noticed him. She did not. She remained focused ahead undeterred by his actions or stares in that matter.

The bus stopped and few passengers exited the bus. Emma had remained in her seat acknowledging no one in particular as they passed her. The bus then proceeded to its next stop and again she remained in her seat as more passengers left and some boarded. Ron watched this process continue until it was his turn to exit the bus with Krystal hot on his heels. He passed Emma he wanted to get one last good look at her before leaving the bus. He looks at her and she held his gaze, he felt the world stop spinning in that exact moment. Her eyes sparkled, her hair perfect it was her smile that made him melt. She waved at him again as she had done so in class. Ron was lost in the moment. He didn’t realize how lost he was until he found himself sitting on the sidewalk near the bus stop with Krystal yelling at him.

“What is going on?” Ron asked looking around.

“You basically had a silent seizure on the bus some of the men had to take you off and set here.” She replied. “Maybe you should go to the hospital and get checked out.”

“No I’m okay beside I need to get home my roommate hasn’t contacted me all day about his whereabouts.” Ron stood up and hoisted his bag higher on his shoulder. “Thanks again…uh…”

“Krystal.”

“Right Krystal.” He smiled and waves to her as he makes his way to the apartment he shared with Harry, before his little pretty savior could object. Ron allowed his thoughts of Emma to flood his mind he didn’t care if he had that goofy grin back on his face. He rather liked it since it has been ages that he smiled that way. He had even got a good whiff of her perfume. Once Ron reached his apartment he dug out his key and turned the lock. He announced him to what appeared to be one. He checked out each room calling Harry.

Nothing.

Ron pulled out his cell phone and saw he was had a few missed calls. He opened his phone but to his dismay none of them were from Harry. He scrolled down in his contacts and found Harry’s therapist’s number, he dialed and waited for someone to pick up. No one was answering the phone. Ron glanced up at the clock. The office should still be opened, he hung up the phone. He called Harry maybe the bugger had put his phone on silent. He waited for the voicemail to answer.

“Hey mate it’s me I’m just wanting to know where you are. Call me.” He kept it simple Harry liked simple. Ron put his phone down and paced. He knew he shouldn’t overreact about this, it hasn’t been the first time Harry had pulled a stunt like this. Perhaps he just forgot his phone again. Ron raced up to their room and looked on the nightstand. There on the edge was Harry’s cell phone still plugged to the charger. He picked it up and viewed the missed calls and texts. Most of the numbers Ron didn’t recognize Harry apparently didn’t save them to his phone. Ron then looked at the texts and was appalled by the vulgarity of them and at the replies. He was about to set the phone down when it vibrated and a new text message. Knowing he shouldn’t pry into Harry’s business Ron sets the phone down. Another message came in and Ron’s curiosity got the better of him and he opens the phone and reads the texts, maybe someone else was worried about Harry too.

Text: You have five minutes to get your arse here with my money bitch!!

Text: Time’s up!! You’re dead!!

Ron drops the phone and backs away from it. What the hell have you gotten yourself into Harry?

A/N: sorry for having to repost this chapter had a few difficulties but now I think I have it.

A/N: P.S. Please feel free to write a review this story thanx
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