The first of a short series of one-shots acting as a sequal to Harry Potter and the Red Dawn Guardians.

This one takes place during the last chapter of the story; I think you'll all recognize the part. ;)

This particular chapter is rated M for a reason, friends.

I don't own Naruto, Harry Potter, or anything else you people can come up with except this plot line.

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Of Smirks and Showers

Because Sakura just didn't know how to shut her mouth and stopping egging him on.

Sakura never thought her first time would be in a shower.

She never thought her first time would be with an Uchiha, either — especially a certain bastard-ish Uchiha whom she had decked upon meeting.

But the world has a way of springing shit on you that you're completely unprepared for, so she'd just learned (that morning) to give it up and go with the flow. It was much easier this way, and she didn't have to waste time or chakra mending broken jaws after the resulting fights.

So, when Uchiha Itachi smirked at her in that way of his that made her insides squirm and suggested with a rather sly glint in his eyes that they take a shower before dressing to meet up with some Rock Lee fellow (apparently a freak in a green jumpsuit with mustaches for eyebrows, if she remembered Sasuke's words correctly) to train, she surprised him by sending a devilish smirk of her own and cocking an eyebrow. She relished in the look on his face at her response, because, really, she was most likely the only person in the world to witness such a reaction from him and live to tell the tale. It took him barely a heartbeat to regain his composure. His eyes darkened and narrowed, smirk twisting wider as he detected her challenge.

"And why should you need a shower?" she inquired lightly, smiling coyly. "Are you coming to train with us?"

The look in his eyes directly contradicted his reply. "Perhaps."

"…you're just gonna watch while I slam him into the ground, aren't you?"

His smirk was dazzling, displaying just how much he enjoyed that rather violent streak in her. "Hn."

Sakura laughed. Her frame trembled with the force of her amusement, the brushing of her skin across his making his jaw tense and his grip tighten around her waist. The scent of her hair as it tickled his nose was intoxicating. He drew in a deep breath, his fingers trailing up her spine. She jumped slightly at the sudden feeling, and her legs curled instinctively, knee grazing his inner thigh.

He twitched.

Down there.

He smirked smugly at the deer-in-headlights look in her eyes as her face abruptly turned bright red.

"Something wrong, Sa-ku-ra?"

She shivered at the way her name rolled off his tongue with chocolaty richness, small hands twisting nervously in the few centimeters of blanket between them. She refused to meet his eyes, much to his wicked amusement. His mouth ghosted over hers, the fingers of one hand threading into her hair to draw her face up to his.

"All talk and nothing to back up your words with?" he murmured heatedly against her lips, black eyes burning into hers. "You disappoint me."

She stared up at him with wide eyes, swallowing to wet her rapidly drying throat. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, and her breathing hitched as his eyes flew to the action, watching it intently with a predatory gleam in his darkening gaze. She calmed her expression and boldly lifted her chin, allowing her lips to graze his more fully when she spoke.

"I've yet to see you make good on your words, I-ta-chi," she whispered, eyes jade fire as she looked up at him seemingly innocently through her eyelashes.

His gaze went from black to dark black in a heartbeat. She gave a squeak of surprise when he suddenly leapt from the bed with more speed than she ever could have imagined, dragging her with him, his grip on her waist allowing him to twist her around and carry her like a blushing bride — without the whole bride part. Gasping, she locked her arms around his neck, silently vowing to beat the man black and blue if he dropped her — intentionally or otherwise. He expertly kicked the rice paper door open and stalked across the hall at a ground-eating pace, eyes locked on the bathroom door. He paused with his foot jamming the bathroom door halfway open when an indignant curse sounded from his right.

Sasuke stood in the middle of the hallway, watching the pair with growing horror. Sakura's face put her hair to shame, but she managed not to look away from him. With a deeply sickened grimace creeping across his mouth, the youngest Uchiha turned on his heel and stamped off in the other direction, muttering under his breath. "Fuck…stupid…leave…bridge…"

Sakura choked out an embarrassed laugh before squeaking again as Itachi suddenly flung open the bathroom door and kicked it closed behind them. He dumped her in the shower, catching her under the arms to make sure she didn't actually fall before drawing the glass door closed. Despite the fact that they were both still fully clothed, he used his body to pin her against a wall and attacked her mouth with his own, gripping her waist with one hand and turning on the shower with the other. She gasped as cold water pelted her, and he took that chance to tilt his head and deepen the kiss, bringing his other hand back to slid along her jaw.

She slid her arms around his neck and drew her left leg up to hook around his waist, earning a smirk against her lips in return. She groaned into his mouth as he pressed her hips into the wall with his own. He broke the kiss and ghosted his lips across the hollow below her ear, leaving her gasping for breath. She tipped her head back in bliss when he traveled down to her neck, drawing his tongue along the smooth, wet skin before nipping.

She whimpered, eyes closing and lips parting as his mouth did wonders to her neck. He latched onto her pulse in the way he knew she liked, earning a low groan and the twisting of her fingers in his hair. He dipped his tongue into the hollow at the base of her throat before kissing a hot trail across her collarbone. Using only his hips to pin her to the wall and pressing his forehead against hers, he forced her to lock eyes with him as he slowly undid the buttons on her thoroughly soaked white sleeping shirt. Damp pink hair stuck to her face and mostly obscured her eyes, but the tendrils failed to hide her sensuous expression as he finally forced the last of the buttons to give and parted the fabric, sliding it off her shoulders. His hands found their way to rest at her waist, teasing the band of her too-big shorts as he admired the bindings on her chest.

His calloused fingers slid up her stomach, catching on her smooth skin in a way that sent tingles down her spine. She hummed, eyes drifting halfway closed as he dipped his head to catch the first band of her chest bindings between his teeth. He pulled, causing the other bands to loosen and go slack. Her hands slipped down from behind his neck and twisted meaningfully into his shirt — because only he would wear a shirt to bed. She tugged as he attempted to remove her chest bindings. Catching the hint, he reached down and pulled his own shirt up and over his head, tossing it in a random direction before resuming his attack on the bandages. She slid her hands appreciatively across his warm chest, fingers tracing his muscles and scars lightly. She gave a breathy laugh when he grunted in approval, which turned into a pleasant gasp as the bindings dropped away.

The coldness of the water shocked her breasts, hardening her already stiff nipples. They weren't cold for long, though, as he latched his mouth onto one and nipped to the point of almost pain. She groaned and dragged his face back up, settling her mouth against his firmly. Her smirking into her lips, sucking on her tongue and ghosting his hands down to her waist. Her breath hitched, and he felt her heart slam through the contact with his own chest as his fingers slipped under the elastic band of her shorts and drew them down. He switched his mouth to her jaw, allowing her to drink in mouthfuls of air as he bent slightly to slide her shorts around her hips.

She dropped her leg from his waist and helped him in shimmying out of the shorts, kicking them way when they fell to her ankles. His hands immediately went for the line of her panties, but she hooked her fingers through the belt loops of his pants and gave a rough jerk. His hips slammed against hers, making white spots momentarily shoot across her vision before she regained her wits. Itachi chuckled lowly, caressing her waist in a way that made her shudder. Indulging her, he took her hands in his and guided them to the button on his pants. She shakily undid the button as his fingers tickled her stomach, expression a lovely mix of desire and embarrassment. Before she even realized what was happening, he was standing stark naked in front of her and yanking down the last of her undergarments. He pressed fully against her most sacred area, deriving a sharp gasp. His eyes immediately shot to her face and he froze, taking in the rather large expanse of red that was rapidly creeping down her neck.

"You—"

"No," she mumbled, head turned slightly, eyes averted.

He was still. The word hung uncomfortably in the air between them.

Virgin.

His jaw clenched. Sakura's eyes widened as he tried to pull away, steeling her arms so that he was unable to draw his neck back.

"What're you—"

"No," he said firmly, practically glaring at her. At her crushed look, he explained through gritted teeth. "You are not giving this to me."

She stared at him in shock, then fixed him with an equally stubborn glower. "I have just as much blood on my hands as you do," she said bitingly. "As much as you'd like to deny it, I'm just as damned as you are." He stared at her, unable to reply. Her eyes were the jade fire he knew so well. "You're just going to have to except it."

His eyes flickered with something she couldn't read, and he suddenly seemed very tired. His muscles relaxed and he allowed himself to rest his forehead against her collarbone. Face softening, she ran her fingers through his hair. When he finally lifted his face a long moment later, she kissed him gently. Sighing into her mouth, he gave in and returned the affection.

He couldn't help but smirk when she squeaked and blushed crimson as a certain something brushed against her inner thigh. She didn't like that look in his eye.

She also got the distinct feeling that she wouldn't be able to sit down for a while.

And that, dear children, is how Haruno Sakura got laid in a shower.