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House of Black	By : aurorasakura Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 6317 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter 7
Harry sat on his sofa, trying to ignore the quiet girl sitting beside him and secretly plotting his next discussion with Ron and Hermione.
He left him there... alone... with Adhara.
He shifted uncomfortably as she leaned forward and took a handful of popcorn from the bowl in his lap, her eyes on the tv screen the whole time as they watched some action movie.
He wasn't really paying attention.
Every time she shifted on the couch, or leaned forward for some popcorn he felt his heart start to pound and that familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach that seemed to spiral downward.
She wanted to go with them... or at least acted like she did. But Hermione insisted that she stay and "check out the apartment" to see if she wanted to move in.
He had glared at them the whole time they were closing the door.
At least Ron had the decency to look sorry about it... even though he had whispered to him before hand that he really didn't feel sorry for him. That he "should feel lucky to have a girl stay the night with him".
"I really don't see the point in this movie." She muttered, and he looked over to her, slightly taken back. She had been quiet for a long time. "I mean... they have magic... why not just blast the hell out of them than call it a day... instead they just do all that kung fu stuff and act all macho." She popped a kernel into her mouth and he watched her wonderful lips close around it.
He swallowed... muttering something in response but not entirely sure what it was.
She turned to him and smiled, once again catching him off guard. "I'm kind of tired."
He nodded numbly and stood up, moving towards the tv to turn it off. When he turned around he found her watching him, the corners of her mouth curved upwards in a small, secret grin.
"Can I have something to sleep in?" She motioned to her jeans and big T-shirt.
He resisted the words and thoughts that came along with that question, nodded and moved towards his bedroom, crossing his main room in a haze of sudden unwanted lust.
After rummaging through his drawers for something she could wear he returned to the living room with them. But stopped at the end of the hall.
Adhara stood by his small bookshelf, her head bowed over a framed picture she held in her hand.
He knew which picture.
As he moved forward she looked up, her eyes calculation as he stopped before her. "Did you love her?"
For some reason her question didn't catch him off guard. Everything felt... surreal now. Hazy. Misplaced. "I don't know. I guess... as much as you can love someone at that age."
That was the only picture he really had of Ginny, taken at Bill and Fleur's wedding that one summer after Dumbledore's death. He loved that picture. Him in his dress robes... and Ginny in her beautiful bride's maid outfit. Her hair all done up and curled. Both were smiling happily towards the camera... masking their discomfort, sadness and growing sense of unease.
But she looked so beautiful that night.
Adhara smiled, though faintly, and placed the picture back on the shelf. Still facing the wall she spoke again. "Do you think... that you could ever love anyone again?"
He was silent for a long time and she turned to look at him again, walking forward and taking the clothes he still held in his hands into her arms, cradling them to her chest as she peered up at him.
"I don't know."
She smiled, a small noise coming from her as she walked past him. "I'll get changed."
But as she moved away from him, he grasped her wrist and stalled her. She turned her head, peering over her shoulder at him, watching as he released her arm slowly and turned away from her.
"Sorry."
She shook her head. "Why, Harry?"
He was silent again, staring at the tv as if it would answer the question for him. "Because I don't act like myself when I'm around you."
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Adhara closed the door to his bathroom, sinking against it as she remembered his words, dropping the clothes he offered her to the floor at her feet.
He didn't act like himself around her?
She wasn't sure if it was a bad thing or a good thing.
It definitely made it seem like he wasn't comfortable around her. Well... she could tell that all night.
Sighing, she carefully changed into the clothes he provided and moved out into the living room again, half expecting him to be in his room already. Expecting to move into the guest room for the night.
But he was standing and waiting for her, leaning against the back of the couch casually, his hair falling into his eyes. He looked up towards her as she approached, and she found herself hesitating.
But he suddenly smiled and she felt her heart speed up.
"They're a bit big." Laughing, trying to shake off the feeling he was inducing inside her, she tugged on the large T-shirt he had offered her and tightly tied, rolled up pyjama pants.
He nodded and watching as she moved forward. She felt like she was being graded... under his intense stare she felt... almost reckless.
She halted in front of him, staring up at him... expecting something. Not sure what exactly.
"I want to try."
Her brows furrowed and her pulse quickened. She felt warm all over. "What?"
"I want to try and fall in love again."
"Oh." Great response... really.
She tried again. "Are you sure?"
He fell silent again, his eyes roaming around her face. Studying her, as if wanting to remember this moment. But she knew that wasn't the case.
He wasn't sure.
She opened her mouth to speak again, to tell him he didn't have to, but she shut it quickly. The look on his face had changed.
The look from the Weasley's kitchen.
Once again, his finger tips brushed across her temple as his hand weaved itself in her hair, and she stood, like before, perfectly still. Not surprised like before, but excited. Her heart felt like it would break through her ribcage.
His hand left her hair, and his other came to brush against her cheek, moving down to her neck, than around to the back, intertwining with her long black tresses.
Without her consent, her hand moved up his chest as she took a step closer, her senses suddenly reeling from the closeness and caresses; his musky smell that seemed to be intoxicating her.
A shaky breath escaped her as he dipped his head down to her; the pressure behind her head building as he pulled her forward, his spare hand sliding down her arm...
Than to the base of her shirt.
Drunk with the champagne and his hot kisses; the feeling of his tongue sliding along her bottom lip, asking for entrance, she felt no surprise or nervousness as his hand grazed her stomach and moved upwards, pulling the shirt up her body.
When he broke the kiss to removed the offending T-shirt completely she realized fully what was happening.
But she didn't mind. Not at all.
It was a moment before he dipped his head down to her meet hers again; taking in her upper body, her black lacy bra; his breathing coming differently now, and when he did move down to kiss her again, he abandoned her lips quickly and let his mouth move down her slender neck, his lips gentle at first, adjusting before he began to give little nips that gave her such pleasure she released a small moan.
She felt him smile against her neck and he moved closer, allowing her to feel his growing arousal and in turn causing the same reaction in her.
She removed his shirt quickly, and as he pulled away to allow it to slip over his head the look he gave her was nothing short of absolute pleasure, an almost wicked grin on his face, tugging at his lips, his eyes dancing in the light of the room.
This was the darker side of Harry.
In a move that did surprise her, he moved forward, grasping her around the hips; cupping her bottom, he lifted her up to his waist. Not knowing what else to do, she wrapped her legs around him and allowed him to bring her to a room off the hall.
His bedroom.
Her back made contact with the wall, and she hissed with slight pain but his lips found hers again and all protest was quickly cut off as he lashed his tongue against hers and ran his hands through her hair well she did the same; holding onto him well he moved through his room to the bed.
As her back made contact with his comforter and mattress he descended upon her, quickly undoing the draw string of the burrowed pyjama pants well she fumbled with his own pants and belt leaving him in black boxers, his obvious erection fighting the fabric. She was completely absorbed in the absolute erotic feeling of her pants being pushed down her ankles and his hand moving its way back up her leg; along her inner thigh.
She gave a small jolt as his fingers brushed against her centre and she saw, through half closed eyes the smirk he held on his face from her reaction. He was teasing her. Playing with her.
She pulled him down to her for another searing kiss as his hands looped around her back, trying for her bra clasp... however she decided to play his game back. She moved her leg up, allowing her knee to brush along the inside of his leg, coming to gently nudge his erection through the thin fabric covering him.
When a small hiss escaped him, he quickly removed his hand from her back and, in desperation, roughly shoved her bra upwards and out of the way, all attempts at fully removing it abandoned. His warm breath on her now exposed breasts made her head reel.
They were both well beyond thinking rationally, and she found herself unable to think at all when he started to become a bit more rough. A bit more out of control. Reckless.
She gasped as he slipped two fingers down her panties and between her legs and into her centre, biting her bottom lip against the pain he was inducing from his reckless behaviour; before the pain was replaced with absolute pleasure, surprising herself. She buried one hand through his hair as his mouth descended to her chest, and placed the other tightly around his wrist, guiding his fingers in and out of her.
She was being rocked slowly towards total ecstasy.
A relief so great flooded her as he suddenly abandoned his workings, sat up, and roughly pulled her black panties down her legs. She kicked them off her feet along with the pyjama pants and moved more onto the bed as he pushed on her shoulders. She found herself completely in his power... and liking it.
He removed his boxers himself and hastily positioned himself between her legs. Than, letting their eyes meet only for a second; just a second; she felt her heart beating madly, her body shuddering from the pleasure she was hoping to now endure, he moved himself into her.
Familiar with the sensations, it came as a complete shock to her when he began to move roughly in and out of her. He was a virgin... but this was hardly what she was expecting. He moved with such confidence, and when he sped up, she found herself completely enjoying the slight pain he was causing from his forced thrusts.
A cry escaped her, and she bit her lip to hide anymore. His hair kept falling into his face; more flat with perspiration, but messy in the back from her fingers.
Than something else happened that she wasn't expecting, not with a virgin.
Throwing her head back, she cried out one last time, her body arching against his as he wrapped an arm around her back to hold her there. Blankness swept in momentarily as she gained her senses back, but her climax had driven him over the edge as well. She felt his warmth spread within her.
He collapsed against her, his breath coming fast in her ear as he brought himself to his own senses. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest, his muscles twitching from the aftermath.
He was still inside her.
She didn't care.
She wanted to say his name, run her hand soothingly through his hair, but she resisted.
They had no spoken to each other through this. She didn't want to break the spell.
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