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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 8
His heart was pounding... loud, and his ears were filled with a dull ringing sound as he moved away from her, turning away for half a second; seemingly interested in finding his cloths before he turned to regard her again.
Even now, exhausted, confused and completely disorientated, he still felt a certain amount of lust and longing building in him. One that seemed not completely sedated from his actions.
This was the reason he had done that.
Learning to love again was such a small part of it.
Feeling disgusted with himself he forced his gaze away from her; away from her beautiful body where she remained, fully exposed to him, staring up at his ceiling well her breast heaved up and down as she caught her breath; her eyes half closed to the small amount of light leaking through the open doorway.
He bent to pick up his boxers and he sat at the end of the bed to put them on. She did not move from her spot, but he could feel her watching him now.
He had no right to be here.
No right to have done that.
But she didn't seem mad, upset, or anything like that. She hadn't stopped him.
He would foolishly blame her if he hadn't know the truth.
She wanted that more than he did. She actually had feelings involved, where as all he felt was need.
But she was beautiful and kind, and now unbelievably sexy. He risked another glance towards her, but she had turned her gaze away from, sitting up, her black tresses falling over her bare shoulders and chest before she smoothed it back. Her skin was slightly pale, but it only seemed to add to her appearance.
It took a second to remember that she was Sirius' daughter and he suddenly felt even more guilty.
But as she stood to collect her clothes he knew he would feel bad if he let what was coming happen. Letting her leave, or be alone after he had just slept with her would be worse than having done it in the first place.
She had already put her bra back on and underpants when she got up and began to walk past him to the door, mumbling a 'goodnight Harry' as she did so.
She must know he doesn't feel how she does, and for some reason that thought made his lust come back full. She knew he didn't feel that way, but she had wanted to do it anyway.
He caught her arm as she was walking past, for the second time that night he realized. She halted and turned to him, her eyes full of questions that she didn't ask.
"Stay with me?"
She was silent for a moment before a small smile graced her perfect lips. He longed to kiss her again.
And why not?
He pulled her back down to him, and she sat nearly in his lap by his force, tilted her head towards his as he dipped down to capture her mouth in a slow tantalizing kiss.
He forgot how much he liked kissing.
His guilt was disappearing as she smiled at him and moved behind him to lay down, climbing under the blankets.
He watched her do it before he climbed over her to her side.
Why was his guilt disappearing? He didn't know. All he knew was that he liked this. He wanted it to happen more.
Removing his glasses and placing them on the bed stand before he turned to her; wrapping an arm over her back tightly well she lay on her stomach, watching him move. Watching as his hair fell in his face; as he pulled the blanket up over them.
But she never once said a word.
She understood him.
It had all been a mistake. But neither of them were willing to take it back.
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"Harry?"
He had been searching his pockets for the address he got from the ministry the other day when she spoke. He was fully dressed, standing in his room, and her confusion was obvious as she sat up in his bed, pulling the blankets up to nearly her chin, covering her bare chest.
A faint blush was splashed across her cheeks, and he had every intention of looking away from her but couldn't.
Either she was embarrassed... regretting the night before... or she was suddenly feeling shy around him.
"I have to go to work." His voice was quiet, and didn't quite sound like his own. But she nodded her head and sunk more into his pillows. Seemingly content just to lay there.
He had found the paper, scrunched up in of his cloak's deep pockets and was about to head to the door when he stopped himself.
Sweeping over to the bed again, though a bit hesitantly, he leaned over her, watching as her gaze turned from one of tired unease to one of sure desire. "Will you come back after you get off work?"
She nodded, as if under some sort of spell, and brought her hand up to intertwine in his messy locks. He smiled, and in a sudden moment of tender rapture, leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, than her lips. She kissed him in turn and rolled over to her side to watch him walk out of the bedroom. Listened as his boots made solid clicks against his hardwood floors. Listened as he shut and locked the door to his apartment. She silently wondered if she could Apparate out of his apartment without loosing a limb.
The ministry was already in full swing when he arrived to the Auror's sector. As the elevator gates rattled open and he stepped into the office he was greeted, as every morning, from colleagues. His eyes roamed the large room however for his friends. Still quite upset with them for leaving Adhara there, despite the outcome.
The more and more he thought about last night, no matter how wrong it was, the more he's come to look at it as a blessing. The way to his recovery... It wasn't right he knew, but she was something special to him. Love or not, there was something about her that calmed him.
Perhaps it was just the connection to Sirius that drove him to that conclusion.
Hermione was chatting with Tonks when he approached, and she turned away from the conversation hurriedly, giving him a quick hello and a sly grin. No questions as to what she was talking about with the older women just moments before.
Ron was standing not to far off in his cubicle, seemingly not interested in the girl talk.
"How was your night, Harry?" She asked, her brown eyes mischievous as she took in his slightly dishevelled appearance. He hadn't had a chance to shower that morning, just content with laying with Adhara for as long as he could before facing reality.
"Fine." He answered, moving past her to Ron. He heard her follow him.
"Just fine?" She asked, her voice sounding excited, interested.
He turned and pinned her with a fierce look, stopping her in her tracks. "If you keep asking, I will think you had something to do with the whole thing."
She pursed her lips, clearly wanting to interrogate him more, but from a stern look from Ron, she sighed. "I have to go to the shop today and do some things. See you later." After giving her fiancé a quick peck on the lips, she left without another word.
Exhaustion suddenly setting in, he slumped easily into his chair, looking at all the papers and newspaper clippings laying about his cubicle. All on reports of Death Eater activity. He took the scrunched piece of parchment from his cloak pocket and placed it lazily onto a stack of typed reports.
"So, mate." Ron moved into his line of view, leaning against his desk, his eyebrows raised in question. "What happened."
"Nothing." Lying was easier than he thought it would be. But he knew his appearance would give him away.
Sure enough, Ronald Weasley snorted. "Yah right, you have that look about you."
Unsure where he was going with this he furrowed his brows and glared at him. "What look?" What did he think happened? Surely not what really went on. Harry Potter would not shag a girl after just meeting her. Surely not...
Ron grinned now. "Are you seeing her now?"
Was he seeing her now? He didn't know. "I don't know."
His best mate gave an exasperated sigh. "Harry... you had the perfect opportunity to ask her out."
He could have laughed at his friends views. What was wrong with him though... seriously? He probably should ask Adhara out... not just invite her back over to his apartment for another night.
He sighed himself. "I'll ask her out today, how about that?"
Ron nodded, as if this idea gained his approval before he clamped Harry on the shoulder. "Good. Now... we're suppose to go on that assignment."
"Right." He looked at the piece of crumpled parchment with irritation. "Right..."
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"Adhara!" She looked up from her station at the counter, the magazine she was reading secretly behind it sliding from her knees to the floor as Hermione rushed through the front door, pushing past a customer she was sure had been in the store at least five times that day, staring at her always.
She opened her mouth to greet the slightly older girl, but she was already practically upon her, throwing herself around the counter in excitement, leaning over to whisper to her. "How was last night?"
Her heart sped up at the memory, but she willed herself to act calm. "Fine."
Hermione didn't seem to like this answer much however. She frowned. "Did you and Harry come up with some sort of agreement or something?"
Ok... what was this girl talking about?
"He was acting all calm and uncaring about it too."
'Ah...' Adhara grinned. "Do we have to tell you everything in our personal lives."
Hermione practically visibly bristled with this answer. "No... but I want some details. I did get it so you could stay the night with him."
She felt her face go red, and she glared at Hermione. "I didn't ask you to. You just left me. It was uncomfortable in the beginning."
"Aha! In the beginning!"
Seriously... Adhara worried about 'Mione's sanity some times. "Yes... in the beginning." She bent to pick up her muggle magazine, stalling for time.
"So... what happened?"
She was feeling annoyed now, the events of last night being forced back into her memory. Not that she minded... she had enjoyed herself at least. And by the way Harry acted this morning, a repeat might be in order. She was planning to ask him if he really was a virgin or not before last night. I mean... what kind of virgin can go that long and perform that good?
Hermione was still watching her.
"We had mad, passionate sex on the living room floor all night long." Half true anyway, but Hermione was rolling her eyes. Not believable enough? Interesting. Maybe they didn't know Harry that well. Or at least that side of him.
She shrugged and moved around her, intent on straightening out the display of love potions near the counter.
Hermione was still needing an answer it seemed. "Are you going to see each other again?"
"Well, I imagine so, seeing as he was my father's godson.. I can hardly ignore his existence can I?"
"You know what I mean."
She turned to face the frazzled curly haired women, sighing as she did so. "Yes. Tonight actually." She cocked her head to the side, a look on her face that clearly said 'is that good enough for you?'
Hermione was positively beaming, but without another word, scurried behind the curtain into the back and out of site.
That girl had more energy than was natural... but Adhara just supposed it had to do with all the wedding planning and studying... all of which would make a normal person a nervous wreck.
"Mum, look at this!" A little girl with black curls and bright green eyes wandered into the shop, staring in wonder at all the objects lining the walls before she made her way over to the pygmy puffs. Her mother followed quietly behind her, a small smile on her dull features... but that usual motherly look made her look beautiful anyhow. She leaned over the little girl and laughed with her as the little puff animals rolled around the little girl's outstretched fingers.
To her horror, she felt tears well up behind her eyes and she turned away from them, taking a shaky breath. To her relief, Hermione came back from behind the curtain, her smile disappearing when she saw the look on Adhara's face.
"Adhara?" She walked forward, her eyes showing her worry.
But she shook her head, and began to walk in the direction Hermione came from. "Could you... could you watch the front for a bit?"
Hermione nodded, and took her spot by the love potions as Adhara ducked behind the curtain, standing there for a moment, wiping at the tears which now tumbled down her pale cheeks.
When she heard one of the twins coming down the stairs from their flat above, she quickly ducked across the box filled room to the bathroom in the back, closing herself in it well she continued to sob, sliding to the tiled floor she held herself.
Once the tears had stopped, as she always forced them to, she stood shakily, and went to the small cracked mirror over the pedestal sink.
... And as she splashed water on her face, washing the traces of her tears away, she stared at her reflection. Glad for once in her life that she looked more like the father she'd never met. The father she never felt the pain of loosing.
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