Well this is new for me .. I don't usually write stories like this but i thought I'd give it a try. I'm not fond of the ending but oh well ? tell me what you think.

I do not own any characters or ideas within the Harry Potter series. This is only for entertainment purposes.

Nervously, she sat at the bar waiting to see if he would really show up. She had not known him for very long, but the moment she first saw him she went weak at the knees and began blabbering like a fool. She could almost hear her idiotic voice stammering back at him "H-hiiii .. I'm... I am... Ahh... ARIA! Yes, duh. And of course I already know who you are... Not to say that it wasn't necessary to introduce yourself! I mean that was really polite of you. Oh, no. What I mean to say is: It'!". The memory almost caused her to slam her head against the bar. Instead she ordered some Firewhiskey and downed it to rid herself of that embarrassing moment.

Glancing down at her watch, she realized that she was early and should really calm down. It was only 7:55. That didn't stop her from continuously playing with her long brown hair. He commented on it once and she was determined to have it look just right for when he arrived. "It looks really nice when you have it down. You should do it more often." She felt goose bumps on her arms as she recalled his voice. It was the little things he said and did that made her feel like she had a chance.

Despite his reputation, he never let it interfere with his work. Becoming his partner was Aria's happiest moment in her life so far. He had her back and she definitely had his. He was always interested in hearing about her life and listening to her opinions on various subjects, and the way he looked at her with his piercing eyes, she knew he was genuine. Although she always believed relationships should be kept outside of the workplace, she couldn't let him get away. What if they were connected by the red string of fate? She could not allow herself to pass by this opportunity.

Again she looked at her watch. Any minute, if he really wanted to see her as much as she hoped he did, he would walk through the doors. She slowly let out her breath that she hadn't realized she had been holding in. Besides working with him, there was another small problem. He was already taken. She had seen pictures of this girl in his office and assumed to be only his girlfriend. She had once casually asked if he was married, but he simply said he never got around to it. He never talks much about her though, but Aria had noticed that he never seemed to smile until she greeted him in the morning at work. A few times he had told her that he was having a difficult time making a decision. He wouldn't tell her what he was having trouble deciding, but did say that talking to her had cleared up his mind a little. She smiled to herself at the memory.

She looked down at her empty glass, remembering the conversations with him when she felt a tap on her shoulders. She turned and there he was! Her heart skipped several beats. "Harry!" She exclaimed. She couldn't help it. For about 20 minutes she was a nervous wreck wondering if she was wrong and hoping she wasn't and anticipating his, Harry Potter's, arrival.

"I'm sorry I'm late." Harry said apologetically a shy grin on his face. As Aria looked him up and down quickly, she felt he looked extra great today.

"Oh, don't worry! I haven't been here for very long. Just about five minutes or so," she said, deciding he didn't need to know exactly how long she was waiting. She didn't want to scare him off. "What kept you so long?" She asked as he sat next to her and ordered Firewhiskey for both of them.

"Oh, I had an argument with Ginny." He replied, looking down at the bar and not at her.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Aria tried to sound genuine. She was caught in her own dilemma. As happy as she was to hear that he was having relationship problems, she felt that perhaps she was the cause of it. And if anything were to happen this evening between them, she would be the other woman. The cause of hate in many movie plot lines.

"It's all right. I've been thinking about how I really feel about her." Harry said, still not looking at Aria. His voice seemed rather serious. She was afraid that he was about to reject her. They weren't exactly together on a date, but she had tried to make it very clear her feelings about him. This was the moment where he would give her a subtle response to her interest in him.

When he didn't continued she asked, "Well... What did you come up with?" She tried to sound as much of a friend as he could, to keep her voice from shaking.

"It's hard to say. We had been through so much together," Aria knew he was referring to the days when Lord Voldemort had risen to power again. Even though she was living in the States, it still created a time of panic for everyone "but that could be the only reason we are together still."

"What do you mean?"

"W-well... What I mean... That is... It could be that it was one of those situations that when you feel you might die and you just want someone to share your fears and thoughts with before you go."

"I don't think I understand." Aria knew what he was saying. If he would just say it clearly, she could breathe properly.

"Never mind. I don't want to ruin a good time." He finally looked up to her holding up his glass. "Cheers."

"Cheers." They clinked glasses together.

He quickly changed the topic and soon they were both laughing and talking about how different their lives had been. Aria was amazed to hear of everything Harry had done in his years at Hogwarts. Excited that they both shared a passion for Quidditch, but unlike Harry, Aria's school only had Quodpot teams. After explaining the game to him, he still seemed confused.

"It explodes? But why?" Harry asked, a look of puzzlement evident on his face.

"I'm not sure. It's just the way it is. I was never really into it, but there was no other big competition between the classes." She laughed as he shook his head.

More time passed, more stories were told, and more drinks were poured. Aria began to feel the familiar dizzying effects the drinks were having and began to feel warmth in her cheeks. It was only 10 o'clock and the bar was full of other loud customers, singing, laughing, joking, and some arguing. It was crowded to the point where Aria and Harry were sitting quite close to each other. It was so loud that they had to put their heads close together to be able to talk.

As she was talking about her last year at her school she had to keep herself from directly looking into those green eyes of his. If she even took a quick glimpse of them, she wouldn't be able to properly focus on what she was saying. "As if that wasn't bad enough, Melissa had put some sort of sticky solution all over my bed sheets! I was trapped and couldn't get out of my bed! I looked like I was in a giant cocoon! It was nearly thirty minutes before-"

She was interrupted by his hand pulling her chin to so she would be looking at him. She gazed into his eyes and was transfixed. She couldn't help herself. She practically threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and finally kissing the lips she had longed for since she first met him. His body seemed to stiffen when she did it. She felt it and quickly pulled herself away, blushing. How could I be so stupid!

He looked at her and took her hand and led her out the bar. Aria was confused with his actions but followed along. He was silent for a moment as they supported one another's drunken steps. Aria wanted to say something, to apologize, but it wouldn't have meant anything. She was embarrassed but she wasn't sorry of what he had done. "Aria I-" Harry began.

"No! It was me! I wasn't sure of how you felt about me and I decided to just... Well.. Go for it, I guess." He was still holding onto her hand since her footsteps were shaky. She pulled away from him. Her heart was aching and she wanted to get away from him. It was a cold night and all she had on was a short black dress. Not too casual or fancy. She had wanted to look her best. Now she just felt like she looked like a fool. She wrapped her arms across herself and stepped away from him. She wanted to cry, but she held them back and gave him a cheerful smile. "I should get going..." She turned and walked away and before she knew it, he grabbed her arm and pulled him close to her. She gasped as he kissed her back. "I don't understand."

Harry smiled, "It's okay." was all he said.

He spun, holding her close to him and they Apparated to the entrance of a building. She didn't question instead they were inside the apartment, getting as much as they could of the other as possible. She felt his lips kissing every inch of her he could get at as she moaned in longing. He lifted her up and against a wall, as she wrapped her legs around him. She wanted more from him, but she dared not voice her opinion. He held her up and led her slowly to another room and onto a bed, tearing off clothing along the way. Heavy breathing. Moans of pleasure escaped her lips as he teased her with a brush of his fingers. Her dress was pulled up over her waist as she allowed him to take control of her. Her legs shook with each thrust and she felt her whole body feel warm and her skin began to tingle. He never took his eyes off her and she felt like a slave to those eyes. She was reaching her peak, even though she tried to last as long as she could. His touch was enough to send her to this state and to be like this was too much for her body to handle. She climaxed, unaware of Harry's reaction as she dug her nails into his back to show how much she was enjoying herself.

They laid there for some moments, the ecstasy of her orgasm kept Aria from trusting her legs to be able to stand. She didn't know what to say. He sat up, looking out the window, facing away from her. She felt guilty about what they had just done, however, it was clear to her that his relationship with Ginny had either ended or was on the brink of finishing. He sighed and began to get dressed again. "Aria. I think this was a mistake."