I wrote this listening to Loreen, and Studio Killers. Honestly I have NO idea where I am going with this story but I know it's going to involve some romance, sex, and cussing. So stay tuned.
Years have passed since the war that took place at Hogwarts. Harry, now an Aura, lived alone and quietly away from the ever bustling people of the Wizarding world. He still remained close as he can to his two mates Ron and Hermione but their ever expanding family took a lot of their time. That did not bother Harry for he was the godfather of their three children, and visited every other weekend. One evening after a long day of paperwork Harry made his way to his usual pub the, "Slimy Toad", for a fire whisky where he was greeted by the usual big busted bartender Marlene.
"Ah my dear Potter, always a pleasure." Marlene said pouring Harry a glass of whisky without even giving her his order.
"You have an excellent memory Marlene." Harry said downing his drink in one sweep.
"You been in here almost every night for the past five years, I like to think I know you pretty well." Marlene said with a chuckle. Harry blushed lightly from embarrassment has he really been coming here this long?
"Ey sweetness how about another round for my chaps!" shouted a man from the corner of the bar, followed by cheers from his drunken companions.
"I hear yuh you stupid oafs!" Marlene shouted giving Harry another drink before tending to the gentlemen. Harry sat at the bar and looked around at the people laughing, smiling, and genuinely having a good time. Now that the war was over there was no excitement in Harry's life, no thrill, and no sense of someone or anybody needing him.
"Excuse me, May I have an apple sour please and two sour vials please." A handsome man ordered at the bar breaking Harry from his private self-loathing.
"Yes darling coming right up." Marlene said with a wink. Harry for reasons unknown was transfixed on the man next to him, his skin the color of cream, his wavy hair honey colored and soft, eyes as brown as a maple tree, and lips small with enough fullness to bite. Harry shook his head at the last thought; he clearly was having too much to drunk.
"Excuse me-we met before haven't we?" The handsome man spoke suddenly to Harry who looked around confused as to who he was talking to surely not Harry.
"Pardon?" Harry said looking at the man.
"You're Harry Potter aren't you?" The man said smiling brightly at Harry that caused his heart to skip a beat. It wasn't uncommon for people to approach him for his familiarity as , "The boy who lived", or, "The hero", but in this scenario it was different.
"Oh - yes I am." Harry said with a chuckle moving his shaggy bangs to the left to show his scar.
"I knew it was you, I could never forget your face." The man said making Harry blush, what did he mean he could not forget?
"I'm Ernie MacMillian." The man said addressing himself to Harry who was starting to feel guilty not remembering someone as handsome as him.
"We went to Hogwarts together. I was in Hufflepuff and I was also a member of the DA." Ernie said sitting next to Harry who nodded his head and acted as if he remembered but really had no idea.
"You have always been an idol to me. I was pathetically shy at Hogwarts and didn't dare talk much to you but always admired you. So much so that I joined the fight at Hogwarts." Ernie said blushing and making Harry swoon inside at the adorable sight.
"To be fair I didn't socialize very much at Hogwarts for obvious reasons." Harry said chuckling.
"Here you go dear." Marlene said giving Ernie his drinks.
"You should join me and my two friends, unless you're here with someone else." Ernie said nervously. Nights like these Harry has been asked by multiple people to join them for drinks, dancing, and other adult like activities but always politely refused; but tonight seemed like a good night to hang up his robe and let loose.
"I would love to, lead the way." Harry said downing the last of his whisky, and followed behind a giddy Ernie who led him to a center table where two beautiful women were sitting.
"Harry this is Susan Bones." Ernie said pointing out a Busty red haired woman who was wearing a fitted blue blouse.
"Harry welcome, who would have thought I would be drinking with the heartthrob of Hogwarts." Susan said with excitement.
"Heartthrob eh?" Harry said with a crooked brow.
"Oh yes dear, you were most talked about in the Hufflepuff common room." The bleach blond woman said winking at Harry.
"That's Hannah Abbott, we were all Hufflepuffs and members of the DA." Ernie said passing out the drinks to his friends.
"A pleasure ladies." Harry said taking a swig of his beer.
"The pleasure is entirely mine." Susan said winking before downing her sour vile and exhausting a breath that made her bust bounce lightly, making Harry choke a bit on his beer.
"So what do you do?" Ernie asked intrigued.
"Well I'm an Aura." Harry said taking another gulp of his beer.
"That's hot." Hannah said gazing into Harry's eyes. Harry looked from Hannah to Susan who were both eyeing Harry like a piece of meat. Harry turned to Justin who sat shy; sipping his drink like a cat does when drinking milk. The effects of the beer making its way through his body; Harry began talking to the three of them as if they were old friends. Laughing, drinking, and dancing to the music from the jukebox. Harry twirled Susan around the floor who was blushing and swooning, and clearly the most sought after woman in the bar. Every so often Harry would get glares from the men who were envious, but the one he wanted to tango with most was sitting at the table like a Vella.
"You can sure make a woman blush like a virgin Harry." Susan said fanning herself and taking a sip of her numberless drink.
"And you lady Bones are one sultry dancer." Harry said with a cheesy growl making everyone at the table laugh.
"How are you getting home?" Ernie asked looking at Harry admiringly.
"Well honey badger I was gunna apparate home." Harry said with a hiccup.
"Surely not, you will end up in Athens or India, or even both." Ernie said rising to his feet.
"What do you suppose I do then?" Harry said taking another drink.
"Ladies it has been fun, but I am going to take this one home with me." Ernie said gathering Harry's and his coat; and kissing the girls goodbye who were hugging, and giggling in Harry's arms, who was still attempting to dance.
"Okay lord of the dance come on." Ernie said leading Harry out the bar.
"I killed a Lord once." Harry said stumbling on his feet. Ernie couldn't help but laugh at how cute Harry was inebriated to the point of no return. Ernie held Harry around his shoulders, he could feel the strong biceps of Harry around his neck, and where his hand was supporting his waist he could feel the taught, firm abs of Harry's built. Blushing a light pink from both embarrassment, and the cold Ernie tried to keep Harry on his feet.
"We are where?" Harry said confused.
"We are almost to my place." Ernie said starting to struggle with Harry's weight.
"To the ends of the earth!" Harry pointed and shouted in the distance and attempted to run but tripped over a branch hidden in the snow and fell flat on his face.
"Goodness Harry look at what you have done now." Ernie said lifting a wet Harry from the ground.
"It would seem someone has splashed me with water." Harry said adjusting his glasses. They turned the corner of Diagon Alley, and entered the landing of the town apartments, and walked up three flights of stairs.
"When we get in I'm gunna put on the fire, and get you warmed up so that you don't get sick." Ernie said balancing Harry on his side and fighting to get his key into the door.
"And then we play Quiditch!" Harry cheered drunkenly
"Oh of course but first let's get in." Ernie said playing along, and pushing his way through the door with Harry still leaning on him. Ernie sat Harry on the couch and turned on the fireplace, the warmth slowly spreading throughout the room.
"It should get toasty in a few minutes." Ernie said grabbing blankets from the hall closet, and back to the living room. Ernie knelt in front of Harry and removed his damp shoes and socks, Harry let out a subtle, "burr", making Ernie chuckle.
"Still wanna play Quiditch?" Ernie said slowly unbuttoning Harry's shirt revealing swirls of black hair on his defined chest, and a surprising happy trail leading down to the waist line. Biting his lip Ernie slid the shirt completely off Harry who was coming in and out of a drunken sleep.
"Yourhendsarswerm." Harry slurred.
"What?" Ernie asked, Harry grabbed Ernie's hands and placed them on his toned stomach, making Ernie gasp and blush harder.
"Werm." Harry said. Ernie unbuttoned Harry's pants and bit his lip, this was not fair. Here was the object of his desire and he was not going to remember anything about him in the morning. Ernie slid Harry's pants slowly off his hips to his mid-thigh. Ernie, wide eyed, looked from Harry's groin to his face who seemed unfazed.
"I can see why you are the chosen one." Ernie said biting his lip at Harry's length. Ernie continued to shimmy the pants off Harry revealing his hairy, masculine thighs. Ernie mustered all the ethical courage in him to wrap Harry in the warm blanket and lay him down.
"Good night my brave lion." Ernie said leaning close to Harry's face, feeling the warmth of his breath on his lips and the scent of whisky on his breath. Ernie reluctantly pulled back and walked into his room and undressed. Ernie through himself on his bed and sighed deeply, he was no doubt in love with Harry and tomorrow they will act as if nothing happened, because nothing happened.