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Summary: Harry can't stop dreaming of his daughter, Avery. Is he attracted to her? Or is his past with Ginny coming back to haunt him?

WARNING: This story contains incest.

A/N: I've always had this quirk with Harry and his daughter getting things "going on" so if you'll forgive me for my oddly satisfying fantasy...I daresay that you other quirky people out there will really enjoy this story. Please read, review, and let me know what you think! Enjoy!!!

Chapter One: A Concentration Conflict

"Here, dad, do you want me to help you?" Her voice was delicate as it was erotic. He felt her brush up against him, the faint smell of her perfume on her neck, as she slightly rubbed her hand against his in reaching out to see the paper he was reading.

"Ooh, this doesn't look good," she said taking the paper off his desk and holding it in her hand, the other hand near her face, her index finger tracing the outline of her lips.

"Mmm," she sighed, "definitely not good, daddy." Dammit, girl, do you know how bad you turn me on when you fucking say daddy like that? He felt her hand gently settle on his shoulder as he shook his leg, realizing that he was getting hard. Please don't let her notice my bulging pants.

"You know what? I know just the remedy for a situation like this," she purred, leaning over just enough so that he could see the outline of breasts down her shirt. He swallowed rather hard, his erection not getting any smaller.

"Wh—what's that?" He stammered trying not to stare at her beautiful cleavage.

"Well," she said mischievously, straddling him in his swivel chair, "I think that you need to relax, and just have a good time and forget about what everyone else in the world needs for once." He could feel himself shaking slightly as she wrapped her arms around his neck, thinking about how his pants were the only thing keeping his dick from touching her beautiful clit.

"I want you, daddy," she whispered into his ear, making him moan out loud. Holy fuck. She leaned in and he felt the warmth of her face as she slowly protrude her gorgeous, sexy lips toward his. Oh, yes…this is it. I'm going to kiss my baby girl. He was about to engulf his daughter's lips when—

Beep! Beep! Beep! Damn alarm! Harry hit the button and sat straight up in bed, rubbing his eyes and ruffling his black locks. Shit! I almost fucking kissed her this time! This is not good. I need to stop having such perverted dreams. Harry shook his head, yawned, and hopped out of bed, noticing in the mirror that he indeed did have a real erection. Pervert. Why me?

He got in the shower, the warm water sliding down his muscular, pale body as he lathered up in soap and rinsed. He couldn't help but jack off since he was already hard, but he forced himself not to think of his dream. She's your daughter, Harry. You have to stop it. It's wrong! He couldn't help it. He thought about the dream, and he got off to the thought of his cock almost touching her. She had smelt so good, and she was being so naughty. Harry liked that in a girl.

When Harry stepped out of the shower, he wrapped the towel that had an "H" on it that Ginny had given him for Christmas the year before she died. He had never gotten rid of it because she had made it herself. She had used a little bit of magic for the stitching of the letter "H," but nonetheless, she had made it, and it had been one of the only things, besides his memory of Ginny, Harry possessed that comforted him and made him feel as if everything was right in the world.

Harry had dated Ginny in his sixth year at Hogwarts, everyone knew, but he felt obligated to break it off for her safety after Dumbledore had died. Since he fought the war in his seventh year, and finished Voldemort off once and for all, he decided that getting back with Ginny would be perfect for him. She had always been the perfect girl that any man would ever dream of. She was sweet, beautiful, sexy, and loving. And she was simple in her beauty. She wasn't one of those extravagant women who tried to cover up her true beauty with eyeliner and mascara, but showed herself as she was. Harry had always admired her for that.

After asking Ginny out for a second time, and after her saying yes, Harry and Ginny had been inseparable. Harry had asked Ginny to marry him in her seventh year at Hogwarts when she was seventeen and he was eighteen. The wedding was soon after her graduation, and everyone that both of them had ever cared for or loved was there. On their honeymoon, Harry had gotten Ginny pregnant with their first and only child. Ginny had been so thrilled to find out it was a girl, as was Harry. Ginny had consistently told Harry that he would be an amazing father, and he knew that raising his daughter as a single parent for sixteen years that she must have been right.

Harry constantly wished that he could've reversed the past. Losing Ginny after three years of marriage and having a daughter that was only a year old was the hardest thing that Harry had ever had to go through. Losing his parents had been extremely tough for Harry, but he was too young to actually remember it, so it didn't affect him as much. And as far as losing Sirius went, that was the hardest thing for Harry up until the point of losing the one woman he had ever loved. His love for Ginny had been true, pure, and perfect. She was the only girl that he had ever loved, and he wanted it to remain that way. Losing her to the evil Death Eaters who had tried to summon up a group to get evil started up again and start more destruction in the world was now the hardest thing Harry had to live with. He had always felt as though he were to blame for not being more cautious, but Ron and Hermione had reassured him more than once that no one would've been able to save her and prevent her death, not even Harry.

Harry laid the towel on his bed after he had dried himself off, and went to his closet to put on his suit that he had just gotten cleaned. He pulled it out, took everything off the hanger, and laid it on his bed before going to his underwear drawer. He pulled out a pair of black briefs, and also put on a pair of black socks. He slid on his pants, threw on a black tank, and then slid his arms through the long sleeved button-down. He began buttoning his shirt when he heard a knock at the door.

"Yeah, come on in," he said looking in the mirror at his hair. Why can't you work for just one day out of my pitiful little life, huh? He looked away from the mirror since it was causing him to become irritated, and saw his daughter, Avery, standing there with a tank-top and jean shorts on.

"Hey," she said smiling at him, "do you mind?" She inquired motioning to entering the room. Harry shook his head.

"Not at all. What's up?" He said glancing back at the mirror trying to concentrate on his buttons.

"Well, the train leaves in a half hour, and you said you were going to drop me off because of your paranoia or whatever," she giggled smiling at him as she sat on his bed, crossing her legs and resting her hand on her chin.

"Shit, half an hour?" Harry asked once again turning away from the mirror, now tucking his shirt in.

"Yeah, but don't worry, we have plenty of time…the way you drive," she laughed quietly more to herself than aloud. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," he said smirking as he listened to the melodious laughter that was filling the room. Harry hustled to get his suit coat, and quickly used magic to put on his tie. "Perfect," he said looking into the mirror one more time.

"Almost," came Avery's voice behind him. He could see her coming closer to him in the mirror. He felt her hand at his waist. His heart skipped a beat. He quickly licked his lips. He felt a tug at his waistline and felt her hand go down slightly in his pants near his ass, and then retrieve it.

"Your suit was caught in your pants," she giggled covering her mouth, then uncovering it and pursing her lips together to try and conceal the laugh that had not yet ceased. "Come on, I wouldn't mind a hot chocolate on the way."

As she turned to leave, Harry couldn't help but watch as her tight little ass wiggled out of the room. She smiled at him before closing the door, and he had stood there smiling back, feeling obvious as hell and stupid, and above all, perverted. You seriously have to stop this. Fuck, but she's so damn sexy.

Harry headed down the stairs and grabbed his keys off the side table near the front door and grabbed her trunk that was next to the table. He looked into the living area to see her saying goodbye to her new puppy Harry had bought her a four months earlier for her sixteen birthday. She had named it Gin for two reasons: one, it was her mother's nickname, and two; it was Harry's favorite kind of alcohol.

"You coming, Av?" Harry inquired opening the front door.

"Yeah, just saying goodbye to her really quick," she said still staying squatted rubbing the puppy's ears. Harry strained his eyes to look at the puppy and not at the bare skin that Avery was showing off from squatting down.

"If you want a hot chocolate, we have to get going, Av," Harry said growing slightly impatient.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," she said standing up. "Bye Gin, see you around Christmas time!" Avery walked over to the door and headed out. "You want me to carry that?" She asked motioning to the trunk.

"Nah, I'm a pretty big boy by now, I think I can handle it," Harry joked, making her smile. She's so damn beautiful when she smiles. She hopped in the front seat of the car, and Harry loaded her trunk into the backseat, then hopped in the driver's seat and fired up the engine.

After stopping for hot chocolate, Harry began driving a bit more hastily to try and get Avery to the train on time. It was ten to eleven, and they were about fifteen minutes away, but when Harry was driving, no one was ever late.

Once they reached Kings Cross Station, Avery jumped out of the car and Harry quickly grabbed the trunk and both father and daughter headed inside to see that Avery had about three minutes.

"Well, thanks for the lift," she said wrapping her arms around Harry's neck and pulling him in for a nice hug.

"Yeah no problem," Harry said rubbing her back, pretending that he couldn't feel her nice breasts pressing up against him. "I'll see you at Christmas, alright?"

"Sounds good," she piped up smiling, and then leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Love you, see you soon!"

"I love you, too, sweetheart! Have fun!" Harry called after her. She had already vanished through the platform before Harry had a chance to even wave. Harry touched his cheek with his hand, and smiled awkwardly.

"I'll miss you, baby," he said licking his lips and putting his hands in his pockets. Harry turned to make his way out of the Station and go to the Ministry of Magic where he knew he had enough work to do to keep his mind off his sexy daughter…at least for a while.

A/N: Well? Did you like it? Let me know! I still have yet to write chapter two, but I need some feedback! Check out my other stories: Beautiful Love (H/D fanfic) and Together Again at Last (again H/D romance) THANKS!!!