Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction using characters and entities from the Wizarding World trademarked by J. K. Rowling. Original plots, dialogue, and characters are mine.

Chapter Synopsis: So this relationship is getting real. Lots of food and Japanese references. Oh, and karaoke.

Songs that inspired the chapter:

Midnight - Single Version – Jessie Ware

Friday Night (feat. junggigo) – Mamamoo, Junggigo

Say Something Loving – The xx

Words Don't Come Easy – Mamamoo

Sweet Dreams, TN – The Last Shadow Puppets, Alex Turner, Miles Kane

Besame Mucho - Bonus Track- Great Expectations OST – Cesaria Evora

Beta: Mama2HPBabies, MotherofBulls

Notes: Sorry, but the whole first bit is pretty lemony, and I couldn't separate it from the plot because there is a lot of relationship building that happens in these intimate moments. Also, they're getting comfortable with casual dirty talk in public.

Chapter 6

March 2030

"Mmm…" Polly stirs as she felt Albus's sweet kisses on her neck and bare shoulder.

They had showered before crawling into the futon but decided to forgo the pajamas. After sleeping with each other for a week, they are almost certain that neither of them owned night clothes. The minute their heads hit the pillows, they were out. They had succumbed to exhaustion, knowing were incapable of anything other than sleep.

In a deep gravelly growl, Albus says, "You're so beautiful when you sleep." His hands roam over her body while he teases the delicate skin on the inside of her thigh with his post-sleep erection.

She let out a sleepy chuckle, "You're just saying that so I'll have sex with you."

"It's true," inching closer and closer to her entrance. "The being beautiful part and the wanting sex part." He holds his hardened length in his hand and brushes it up against her center. It seems as though she is as ready as he is—her middle pools with wetness with every passing moment.

Polly looks over her shoulder to meet Albus with a good morning kiss. Her eyes flutter open and are once again entranced by his hypnotic stare. "You know this is so not fair. You with that deep, sexy voice and your 'please fuck me' eyes. I'm always going to say, yes." She tilts her backside inviting him in.

"Mmm…" he groans as he slips into her creamy slit. "You're one to talk. This body, your luscious lips, and…your smile...I…"

"You what?" She moans, gently rocking with his movements.

"I can't get enough of you." He cranes his neck to capture her kiss once more. "You're just so fucking hot."

The languid pace of their lovemaking is exactly how one should start their day—it gets the blood pumping but not in a way that induces manic behavior. It's as gentle and warm as the rising sun, despite it technically being mid-day in Tokyo.

"Albus…" Polly sighs, "What time is it?"

"Don't worry about it." He brushes her hair back and gently nips at her ear lobes. "I'll make sure we do everything you want to do."

Her breath catches as he pulls her closer to him. Those strong, skilled hands of his massage her voluptuous curves and fondle her delectable nipples. She almost can't think straight and the words spill out of her mouth. "And you, what do you want to do?"

"I'm already doing it."

The sexiest laugh escapes her lips. "Seriously…"

"I am serious." Wanting to further prove the point, he changes positions so that she can see his face. Now, hovering over her anxious body, he laces his fingers with hers, and places them on either side of her head. "All I want is you." Wholeheartedly, he re-enters her in with deep, passionate thrusts.

She throws her head back in ecstasy as he takes her. Beneath him, she admires the way the sunlight peeks through the windows casting golden light over their skin, and how the rays highlight the determination and want on his face. When they are like this, there is no hiding. No pretense. It's all in his eyes. The way he gazes into hers, he's vulnerable and possessive—seeking a connection that transcends the physical.

Despite all of her convictions when it comes independence, she wants to be his and gives herself to him willingly. She arches her back upward, the pleasure overwhelming her, and moans, "I want you."

"You have me." He releases her fingers from his grip and presses his lips to hers, sealing this promise.

Polly envelops him with her whole body— her limbs like a vice, constricting, unwilling to let him go. They move as one. It's not a competition or a need to impress. They are lovers who have found their balance between indulgence, the need to satiate one's appetite, and comfort.

He rolls back on his knees and yanks her to meet him. Hungrily he takes her nipple in his mouth; sucking and scraping his teeth along the pebbled nub.

"Oh—" she exclaims. It's the last coherent thing she mutters before her screams and moans become louder and more high pitched as she becomes further enraptured. Her hips begin bucking wildly, desiring both pressure and fullness. "I need—"

"What do you need, baby?" He asks while supporting her wild movements.

"You—" she gasps. The intensity sends shockwaves through their body and the cravings take hold. Polly and Albus capture each others mouths seeking that contact, engaging every one of their senses. Their tongues dip and swirl, hungry to taste one another. As they struggle for dominance, she captures his bottom lip between her teeth. She sucks and bites, but not hard enough to draw blood.

She breaks the kiss and rests her forehead on his, and can no longer focus on the intricacy of kissing. Her mouth is only capable of swear words and screaming.

"Shh…" he playfully begs, "the walls are only shoji screens."

"What?" the words don't quite register with her.

"I fucking love your screams, but the whole damn village is going to hear you."

"Let 'em."

"Fuck." At those wonderfully dirty words of hers, he scrambles to pick her up and take them to the private courtyard of their quarters and places her up on a wooden bistro table. Every discovery about her causes him to fall harder and harder for her. But if she wants people to hear her, they're going to fucking hear her. Albus hooks her legs over his shoulders and drives as hard as he can, curious to see how loud she can scream. That sound is quite possibly the sexiest, most satisfying noise in the world. It is downright inspirational.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh Baby, I'm coming!" She hollers, arches her back as her walls clench around him.

"Oh, fuck!" Albus didn't think he was ready to come just yet, but between her exquisite noises and her cunt wringing his cock like a towel, he can't help it. This beautiful creature wants him and he wants her back. He hopes it is always like this—them in perfect sync.

Albus can barely stand. His legs quiver as he helps her off the table. "You…"

"You."

—xoxox—

The innkeeper gives them both a cheeky smile. While Polly blushes, Albus gives him a wink as they leave for their exploration of Tokyo.

"I'm starved," Albus says rubbing his belly. "I worked up quite the appetite."

"As did I," she concurs with a mischievous smirk.

"Want to explore the village or go back out to muggle Tokyo?" he asks.

"Here!" she exclaims excitedly. "I've heard Japanese skin potions are only second to the Koreans. Oh! And there is this hair straightening potion that supposed to last longer and more nourishing for your hair than Sleekeazy's. And it works with colored hair."

"Whoa, that's my family legacy you're insulting, there," he mocks.

Polly pinches his chin and says, "No, Baby. You're your family's legacy. But if you want me to use that potion, you'll need to reformulate it. It's antiquated."

He laughs and tickles her sides. "Fine. Buy the potions. I'm not going into the beauty industry. It's more cutthroat than culinary."

She tiptoes and kisses him on the nose. "I'm so excited about shopping. I also want to get some prints or tapestries, and those cute socks, maybe some folklore books—"

"Okay, shopaholic. Food first. Curry or ramen?" He halts her excitedness. "The village has both and they are incredible."

Polly pouts as he puts a damper on her plans but a loud grumble of her stomach proves Albus right. He cocks an eyebrow at her having heard it. "Fine. Ramen. We ate a lot of rice for breakfast."

Albus takes her hand and kisses it. "Look, I promised you a good time. We have all weekend, and it's not like we can't come back."

"Really?" she bites her lip, anxious at the promise of more escapes with him.

"What good is this gift if I can't share it?" He leans in and kisses her in earnest. "I've been doing this solo for a long time, but it's never been as much fun as it's been with you."

"Our trip just started a few hours ago—"

"And?"

"You're not just saying that, are you?" she swallows, her heart almost beating out of her chest.

He smiles and throws his arm around her neck pulling her in close, and kisses her on top of her head. "I guess I have a lot of work to do for you to start believing me. Come on."

Together they walk down the cobbled street, while Albus drapes his arm over her shoulder with her fingers laced with his. They notice this type of affection isn't common with the Japanese and they get the odd look here and there, but they aren't bothered by it. If anything, they're flaunting it. This is their public declaration.

Outside of the ramen restaurant, Polly notices a family climbing out of a well, and she looks at them curiously.

"They use wells instead of fireplaces for their travel network," Albus explains.

"Ah, I remember reading that. Where most of our magic is connected to the fire element, a lot of Japanese magic is connected to water," she thinks back to her difficulty performing the spell at the gate. "That's why I had so much trouble. My movements weren't fluid enough."

"The more we travel together, the more you'll tune into all your elemental magic," he reassures her. With a smirk he says, "You have more fire than anyone I've been with, that's for sure."

She has trouble suppressing her grin, "Albus Potter. You need to stop that or we're not going to have lunch and I'll drag you back to the inn or an alley right now."

The smells from the restaurant waft through the air and the two begin salivating. Albus sighs, "I'm probably going to regret saying this, but I think hunger wins over sex this time."

Polly gives him and mock pout as he escorts her through the sliding glass door.

True to the omotenashi philosophy, the waitress welcomes the patrons to the restaurant with the utmost hospitality. The restaurant is small; it could probably only seat twenty customers at a time. The photographs on the walls are old and faded with the menu in large Japanese characters with photos of the dishes above them. The longer Polly and Albus stare at the script, it transforms into English. The hostess seats them close to the kitchen after Polly explains she's a food journalist and would like to take photos.

Albus leans back and watches her work as he waits for their meal. She takes her job as seriously as he does, and he can't help but admire it.

The chef allows her back in the kitchen but requires her to wear a cap and jacket. While in the kitchen she asks him questions about his ingredients, how long it takes for him to create the different stocks, and his family's history as ramen cooks. The chef is on the younger side and is slightly enamored by the attractive reporter, and gleefully answers every one of her questions. Polly couldn't be more thankful there is a translation charm in place over the village. There is no way she would be this candid with a muggle chef. After her miso ramen and Albus's tonkotsu ramen are carefully assembled, she returns to the dining room and joins him. Awaiting her are oshibori, damp towels, for her to clean her hands. Albus taps them with his wand, returning them to their original, warm state.

Large, steaming bowls of hot noodle soup arrive. A top the hand-stretched, wheat noodles, sit a variety of colorful vegetables, thin-sliced pork, and medium-boiled eggs with the most golden yolks they have ever seen, all in a rich, cloudy broth. The smell is intoxicating. The layers of pork, chicken, garlic, onion, ginger, miso, wakame — all of the contributing flavors to create the umami experience, are there. They both dig in, eager to try the homey delicacies.

"Holy shit," Polly says with her mouth full of noodles. "This is incredible."

Albus slurps his noodles loudly and nods. He's too hungry to talk and just wants to continue stuffing his face.

They steal tastes from each other's bowls, amazed at how good the food is from such a humble establishment. Somehow, the two manage to finish everything in the giant bowls. Stuffed and satisfied, they pay and bow, thanking the chef and hostess for the meal.

As promised, they shop and shop and shop. While Polly grabs everything in sight, from robes to beauty products to books to art, Albus is a bit more selective but no more frugal. He purchases rare books, exquisite artifacts, and exotic ingredients at the apothecary. Her curiosity gets the best of her, and she can't help but peek at the price tags. It dawns on her that Albus must be either incredibly wealthy or he's blowing his whole inheritance trying to impress her. If it's the latter, she is going to insist on paying for her souvenirs.

"Al," she asks, "how are you able to afford all of this if you haven't worked in five years and have only been training and apprenticing?"

"Pol. Don't worry about it. I've got it."

"No, but seriously. You don't need to impress me. I have my own money—"

Slightly perturbed he says, "Money isn't an issue. I promise."

Her stubbornness can't help but push the issue. "Albus. I will return everything I just bought and repurchase it if you don't tell me how we can afford all this."

He rubs his temples, not expecting to have this conversation, in public no less. "I know you're not going to let up, so I'll tell you. You promise not to tell anyone?"

Now she's slightly nervous. Her mind wanders and wonders if he is involved in some type of illegal trade, or money laundering, but tries not to let her imagination get the best of her. "Yes. I promise."

"Remember that sobering potion Scorp and I created when we were at school?" he fidgets with his fingers, wishing they were outside so he could have a smoke.

"Fondly," she smiles, remembering how it saved her a few times back in her Hogwarts days.

"We patented and licensed it to an American potions company and receive royalty checks every month," he explains shyly. "But part of the deal is we are under a non-disclosure agreement so no one really knows that's how we make our money or that we were the creators. Neither of us have to work for the rest of our lives. We choose to. So. Yeah…"

Polly's mouth gapes open, dumbstruck. "So like, how much?"

Albus feels knots growing in his stomach. He has never been comfortable talking about money, but damn it, she is relentless today. Having trouble recalling how much he earns, especially as as he rarely checks his statements, he does the math in his head and hesitantly says, "With the exchange rate, around eighty thousand galleons a month from the royalties, but my portfolio dividends fluctuate."

"Wait," she takes her phone out and starts punching numbers into the calculator. "You make my monthly salary in six hours."

"Enough money talk," he sighs, becoming more uncomfortable. Albus had bad experiences with girls who knew about his inheritance, and most definitely attempted to take advantage of him. Even only a select few in his family know about the money he's made on his own. He just hopes this won't ruin things between he and Polly. "Let's just drop these things off at the inn and head to our tattoo appointment."

Feeling guilty that she pushed the subject, she says, "I'm sorry. It's just when you started spending all the money on me, my independent side came over, and I just didn't want you going overboard or feel like you had to show off for me or anything. This doesn't change how I feel about you, okay?"

He squeezes her hand letting her know things were alright. "Good. Let's just have fun and know that we have no restrictions. Okay?"

"Okay." She wraps her arms around his waist, reassuring him that she's not going anywhere, nor does she have any plans on using him for his money. "I just want you, okay. I wouldn't care if you were a line cook working paycheck to paycheck."

Albus embraces her tightly. Her words are precisely what he needs to hear. He's not an idiot and knows she has fears about being with him. Albus Severus Potter doesn't exactly have the resume that would define him as ideal boyfriend material—lack of stability (well, until recently), never having been in a long-term relationship and a shit track record with women. Despite all of this, she took a chance on him. Whatever happened in the past is the past, and he now knows that those relationships didn't work out because they weren't her. Polly understands him. She doesn't care about his family, status, or money. Hell, she even calls him on his shit, and he appreciates it. The only other person capable of doing that is Scorpius. That in itself is a sign.

"Polly, earlier, at the inn, I meant what I said. You have me."

Her eyes grow wide at his confession. "So it wasn't just sex talk?"

"No. You?"

"No."

They lean in close to kiss, but the otherwise romantic confession is interrupted, by an older woman asking the pair to move out of the way so she can reach for items on the shelf behind them. The two laugh realizing they just had an incredibly pivotal moment in their relationship in the middle of some random store.

This time it's Polly taking the lead, "Let's go. I think we have a little bit of time before our appointment."

—xoxox—

"You're late," Yoshio scolds Albus and Polly as they walk into the tattoo parlor.

"What's new?" Albus shrugs as Polly blushes, knowing exactly the reason for their tardiness.

Miho brings out a tray with two iced matchas for her customers. They gladly accept the beverages and drown the glasses, not realizing how thirsty they were.

"Thank you, Miho," Albus bows.

The little girl giggles and scampers off.

"She's so cute!" Polly practically squeals.

Yoshio brings a woman with short green hair that's shaved on the side revealing a Japanese style lion tattooed on her scalp. The rest of her tattoos are below the neckline and don't go past the wrists.

"Polly, this is Kimiko. She's my best watercolor artist." Yosh introduces the women and they shake hands.

"Nice to meet you," Polly smiles.

"Same," Kimiko smirks giving Polly a look up and down.

"Kimi. What? You're going to be all professional and not say hi?" Albus holds his arms out, impatiently waiting for his friend to acknowledge his presence.

"Calm your tits," she punches him on the shoulder before giving him a hug. "I was checking out your girlfriend. She's super hot. Like way too hot for you. Me on the other hand..."

"Sorry, Kimi. I can guarantee she prefers dick," Albus casts a glance over toward Polly and gives her a wink.

Her face goes hot with embarrassment, feeling like the odd one out during this reunion. Though, she did notice that Albus didn't correct Kimiko when she called Polly, his girlfriend.

"Such a shame," Kimi sighs. "Oh, Taka and Kenji will be stopping by. They had the day off but heard you were in town."

"Cool." He replies.

"Albus, take off your shirt and get on the bench," Yoshio hollers.

"Coming, Master Yoshio," he replies in sarcastic sing-song, before turning to Polly. "This will be fun. Kimi will take great care of you. She's funny and will keep you distracted."

She gives him a quick peck, "You know I have tattoos, right? I've been inked before."

"I know, but working with a new artist can always push you out of your comfort zone."

"You're so damn cute, but you better lay down or Yoshio digs in extra hard just as a punishment."

"Eeks. You're probably right." He sneaks in one more kiss before preparing for his session.

"You too, sexy," Kimiko winks. "Shirt off. You can leave the bra on as long as the strap can can be moved.

"Shit," remembering she was wearing a racerback bra. "I guess I'm going topless. Do you have a towel or something?"

She laughs as she says, "As much as I would love to see Albus squirm having your tits on display, we have paper gowns that open in the back."

"I appreciate it," Polly smiles.

Kimiko points toward the back of the parlor, "gowns are in the bathroom for you to change."

As Polly changes, Albus gets comfortable on the bench.

Yosh inspects the outlines and prepares Albus's skin before starting. "The outlines still look good. I see you've toned up. What have you been doing?"

"Gardening and opening a new restaurant," he replies. "Combination hard work and stress."

As Yoshio shaves the area, he asks, "You're about to launch a new restaurant, but decide to take a girl on holiday?"

"She's a food writer and photographer," Albus smirks, not like Yoshio can see his facial expressions, while face down.

"Is she now?" The artist laughs. "So you found your dream girl, didn't you?"

Right on cue, she returns from the bathroom, and Kimiko instructs Polly to lay on the bench opposite of Albus. She pulls her long, blue waves up into a messy bun atop of her head. Even wearing a ridiculous paper gown, Albus still thinks she's the sexiest, most beautiful thing he's ever seen. She settles herself on the padded leather table and props her chin on her forearm. Polly flashes Albus a brilliant smile for no other reason than being happy.

He licks his lips and smiles back. "Yeah, Yosh. I think I have."

"You are so pussy-whipped." He shakes his head and finally gets to complete the work on the ornate koi he started on Albus's upper right shoulder months ago.

Kimiko rolls her stool near Polly and takes out a notebook and has her wand and pencil in hand. "Alright, Polly. So Yoshio says you want sakura to commemorate this trip. I have a few ideas and I sketched them out." She flips to the first sketch but doesn't reveal them to Polly. "Before I show you, I noticed that all your tats are static. Why is that?"

"I'm a food journalist and I work with a lot of muggles. I can't exactly have a magical tattoo easily visible."

Kimiko smugly says, "Well, we have a fix for that. Any tattoos you get here and will be charmed to be static when seen by muggles, but animated to the magical eye. But just like you need to get color touched up, you'll need to get the charms touched up."

"Oh, that's some brilliant magic."

"Just wait." Kimiko quirks her lip up in a half-smile and turns around the notebook. At first it's a beautiful watercolor rendering of a cherry blossom branch with small buds and falling blossoms. Polly has to look carefully, and realize that it wasn't watercolor but pencil. Oh, she's good, she thinks to herself. "I did it in pencil so that you can see that I can create the watercolor effect no matter what medium I'm working in. Now," She taps the notebook with her wand, and the blossoms begin fluttering down in an endless loop.

"That's beautiful," she says in awe.

"Thank you, but these short loops can get a bit boring after a while. So we can do a longer loop and show the branch through all the seasons." Kimiko gives the illustration a tap again, and all the cherry blossoms fall, giving way to little buds. Then the slow growth of fruit, which eventually fall leaving an exposed, bare branch. Finally, new buds and blossoms form, completing the cycle. "But if you don't like the loops, you can have the tattoo mimic the seasons in real time so that you're always connected to here."

"Merlin, there are so many options," she says, sounding overwhelmed.

"But, you can do the simplest, but I also find it the most meaningful," she smiles. "You can tie the animation to memory. You'll always have this," she taps the drawing one last time, returning it the original drawing, "but the sakura will only fall when you reminisce on your time here."

"That one. That sounds perfect," Polly closes her eyes imagining what it will look like and the memories that will activate it. There have only been a few so far, but she already cherishes them. She already knows the rest of the weekend will be incredible and knows she never wants to forget any of this.

"Alright. Memory-triggered animation it is!" Kimiko states. "Alright, I'm going to prepare the area and mark the general size and have you look in the mirror. If you're okay with it, I'll be free-handing everything else. Are you okay with that?"

"Absolutely," Polly says confidently.

"Excellent. And we are staying with shades of pink and gray?"

"You can go warmer if you want. Whichever you think you think best compliments my skin and the composition."

"Thank you. I was thinking of going with warmer grays and maybe some reddish browns in the branch, but I wanted your approval first," she says as she cleans and prepares Polly's shoulder. "So...is there any other meaning to the cherry tree?"

Polly worryingly bites her lip, wondering if she knows about Albus's wand. "Nope. I just thought it was pretty and it was one the things I was most looking forward to seeing here."

"Miho told me about the blossoms," Kimi laughs as she marks the beginnings of the outline in marker. "She was going on and on about how romantic it was. Yosh needs to stop letting her watch so many dramas on TV."

"Oh, God. That's embarrassing," Polly cringes. "I hadn't had an accidental magic mishap since I was ten."

"Don't be so hard on yourself. It was pretty romantic," she smirks. "Okay, go look in the mirror."

She looks over her shoulder. "That doesn't look too big. I like the overall placement."

"It's hard to tell now, but the placement is intentional in regards to you scapula and muscles."

"You're brilliant. Alright. Let's do this."

—xoxox—

An hour and a half passes and they all chat candidly. Polly is comfortable—despite her skin being repeatedly punctured—with Albus's group of friends. She wonders how many friends he has around the world, that know him this well. All of these people have contributed to who he is now, opposed to who he was when they were in school.

"Okay, everyone. I'm taking a little dinner break. I need to feed Miho and make sure she gets to bed." Yoshio tells three others in the room.

"I should be done with Polly in an hour," Kimiko interjects and turns to her client. "Do you want a break, or can you keep going?"

"I'm not hungry. If you're not, let's just wrap this up."

Kimiko nods, "Sounds good." And continues her work.

"Well, I need a smoke," Albus says as he slides off the bench, his body stiff. He peeks in the mirror at the progress. "Yosh!" He hollers to the back to the shop, where the stairs to the private quarters are.

"What?" he screams in response.

"How much longer until I'm done?"

"Maybe two hours."

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath, not really wanting it to take that much time. His eyes flash over in Polly's direction and gaze at her bare back. His eyes follow the sway of her lower back to the little valley above her hips, which remind him of how much he enjoys being behind her. He could just lick her well-sculpted back muscles, and the way the sides of her breasts just taunt him. Yeah...he really doesn't want to be here over an hour after Polly finishes.

Albus squats so he can be eye level with her. "So, I'm going to tell Yosh, to stop whenever Kimi is done with you. I'm not really in the mood to finish this tonight. Besides, it gives an excuse to come back."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Okay."

He gives her a quick kiss before heading outside, and Kimiko just rolls her eyes at how obnoxiously cute they are.

—xoxox—

"All done," Kimiko says as she smooths a healing salve over the tender skin. "This is an instant-heal ointment, so you don't have to worry about scabbing or aftercare."

"Oh, that's brilliant," she says excitedly, until she feels it activate. It burns, then itches, then finally cools. "Whoo!" she winces. "That was everything all at once."

"Yeah, I should have probably warned you. But you're good to go."

Polly slowly climbs off the bench; atrophy has taken over parts of her body after staying still for nearly three hours. Combined with the exhaustion of jet lag, all she can think of is getting a bite to eat and more sleep. She hears Albus yelp, signaling his session is over as well. He exchanges profanities with Yoshio, but it's all in good fun. Once she feels the blood return to her appendages, she walks to the mirror to examine her new art. Polly gasps. It's even more beautiful than she imagined. The pink cherry blossoms fall down her back lazily as if caught in a gentle breeze.

Albus steps in front of her, puts his hands on her hips, causing the paper gown to crinkle. He leans down and places a soft kiss on her exposed neck. "That's gorgeous."

Goosebumps form along her skin as her body reacts to not being touched by him for so long. Her fingers run along his shoulder and he twists so she can examine the incomplete black and orange carp. "You should have let Yosh finish."

He shrugged, "Not a big deal. This trip is about us doing things together, and we did. Wanna get out of here and get some dinner before bed?"

"That sounds perfect," she leans up to kiss him, but raucous screaming comes from the entrance.

"ALBUS!" Two drunken men holler.

"Will you two shut the fuck up!" Yoshio seethes. "Miho is sleeping upstairs."

"Ooh. Sorry." The man with a clean undercut and side lip ring responds to his boss.

Albus whispers in Polly's ear, "Go get dressed and I'll introduce you."

She nods and heads to the bathroom.

The other man with a modern version of a top knot whistles as he watches Polly walk away. "Holy fuck. That one's yours, Al?"

"Nice to see you too, Kenji," Albus shakes his head, "Come here you fucking perv." He gives Kenji a hug before giving a hug to the other man.

"Tsk Tsk," The man with the undercut scolds. "You come all this way and don't let Yosh finish his work."

Albus rolls his eyes and pulls on his t-shirt. "Taka, I promised Polly a good time and this is her first time in Japan. I can't spend it all in this shop."

"Okay, fair," Taka tilts his head in understanding. "Though I can't help but notice, she's the first woman you've brought with you on a trip."

"Except Lily," Kenji remembers. "How is she?"

"Still a lesbian," Albus replies.

Kimiko produces the haughtiest smirk and shrugs her eyebrows.

The two men's eyes widen in disbelief.

Polly returns dressed and her makeup refreshed. Albus smiles and drapes his arm over her shoulders and kisses the top of her head. "Taka, Kenji, this is Polly."

"Nice to meet you," she presents her hand.

Taka slides in first and kisses her and Kenji steals it after him.

"I can't believe all four of you fucks hit on her today," Albus sounds mock annoyed, "Seriously. The kissing on the hand? But if I was giving out points, Kimiko has the most game."

She gives a boastful laugh in her pseudo victory as her fellow artists just shrug their shoulders, admitting it is probably true.

"Al," Kenji slurs. "You eat dinner yet?"

"Polly and I were about to—"

"Join us for yakitori and karaage," Taka invites them.

"Oh that sounds good," Kimi says while putting on her jacket.

Albus looks down at Polly and she bites her lip excitedly, "You wanna go with them?"

"Sounds like fun. Besides, we'll have guides and we know they're good company," she pleads with a flutter of her lashes.

He just can't resist her arsenal of will-weakening gazes. The little pouts and curl or her lips, or the casual little wink. Polly's manipulation tactics aren't that of a skilled Slytherin—it's all natural. Caving, he responds, "We're in."

"I'll come out for one stop, but my grandmother is much too old to take care of Miho if she wakes," Yosh explains. "Let me go upstairs and tell her where I'm going, then I'll lock up and ward the shop."

They nod and start heading out.

"Only three more years until Miho's off to boarding school," Taka says with a twinge of sadness.

"Yeah, Yosh is going to be crushed, but maybe he'll finally start dating when she does," Kimi adds.

"She's looking more and more like Suki every day," Kenji sniffles before popping a cigarette in his mouth.

Albus also lights up a cigarette and explains to Polly in a whisper. "Suki was Miho's mother, Yoshio's big sister. She passed when Miho was only five. Wrong place. Wrong time. A nuclear power plant exploded and she was flying past. It wasn't the blast that got her, but the radiation poisoning."

Her heart sinks imagining losing her older brother and if she was left to take care of her niece. "How old is Yosh?"

"Twenty-seven," Taka answers.

"He's never complained about it. Not once," Kenji comes to the defense of his friend, though no one said anything directly. "He loves his grandmother and Miho. He's just happy he still has them."

Polly starts to put the pieces together that no one has mentioned his parents or Miho's father, and hope someone changes the subject.

"Polly?" Taka pipes up, trying to get her attention. "So this is really your first time in Japan?"

She smiles shyly, "Yes."

Kimi looks at her two friends and then back to Albus and Polly, before hollering, "Karaoke!"

"Oh, fuck no," Albus winges.

Polly's eyes go wide as if Kimiko said the one thing that could ruin this trip.

"But you have a beautiful voice, Albus," Kimi pleads.

"Do you remember how drunk and stoned you had to get me before I did that?"

"Yes," Kenji says as he slips out a tin with pre-rolled joints.

Polly picks up one of the joints and runs it under her nose and inhales its fragrance, "Oh, this is nice."

Albus smirks and lights the tip of his wand, encouraging her to take a puff. She takes short hits until its fully lit, then a deep inhale of the smoke. Polly laughs at herself as she coughs. "Jesus it's been forever since I've smoked." She passes it to Albus, he takes a few hits and then passes it to Kimiko.

"So Karaoke?" Taka asks.

"You know, back in school, Al, his best friend, Scorpius, and his cousin were in a band," Polly reveals as she takes the joint back from Kimiko. "They would sneak out of the castle and gig on the weekends. They were pretty good."

"Shut up, Pol," he pinches her playfully, but she just blows smoke in his face.

"Oh, I heard this rumor that Professor Longbottom used to grow weed when he was a student."

"Hey. That's my godfather...and I'm not surprised." He chuckles.

Yoshio finally makes it down and they all head to muggle Tokyo. The head down a street lined with izakaya after izakaya. Some of the tiny Japanese pubs can fit at most ten people, they find it tricky at first to accommodate their group of six. When they finally find a place, they gorge themselves on various skewered meats, fried chicken, sashimi, rice, and pretty much everything on the menu as the munchies are in full effect. Things get more interesting after the beer and sake start flowing.

"Babe, you haven't taken any pics."

"I'm too high."

They laugh uncontrollably and clink glasses before taking big swigs of their sake.

After the group have their fill, Albus offers to pay for everything, thanking his friends for their hospitality. They try to refuse, but he insists. Reluctantly, they accept after Polly pleads—surprisingly the batting of her lashes and pout works on them easier than it does on Albus. As they exit the little restaurant, Yoshio bids farewell to his friends and Apparates home, passing on the drunken singing.

Thankfully the karaoke bar is only a few blocks away. The fresh spring air and walking gives them the opportunity to sober up. Polly and Albus snap photos of the Tokyo nightlife and manage to even get a few of themselves together. Even in a drunken and drugged haze, they can't help but appreciate everything around them and spending this time together. Albus and Polly hang back from the group for a while and enjoy a moment in the city together, alone. He pushes her up against a wall eager to taste her plump lips once more.

"Hey!" Kimiko calls to the couple. "Come on!"

Albus groans, "I can Apparate us out of here right now."

"We can't flake. It would be rude," she says creeping her hand over the bulge in his pants. "I promise I'll take care of you later."

His eyes roll to the back of his head already imagining it. "I want those pretty lips of yours around my cock."

"As long as you eat me."

"Fuck yes, I will."

Kimiko grabs Albus by the back of his jacket, "Uh-uh. You two are not fucking in public. Time for us to sing terrible pop songs."

Reluctantly they follow along, wondering why they agreed to this.

All in all, it's not terrible. They're in a private room, so embarrassment it kept to a minimum. Taka and Kenji do a hilarious rendition of the classic, "It's Tricky," by Run DMC, complete with 80s old skool hip-hop moves. Kimiko tapped into her inner rocker and belted out, "KARATE," by Babymetal.

Albus takes the stage and shakes out his nervousness, "So, I just want to let you know how much I fucking hate you guys and it took me forever to find a song by a proper, British rock band," he pauses to hear them groan, "I've been in love with this band since I was a little kid and was pretty shocked to see this on the list. So this is Sweet Dreams, TN by The Last Shadow Puppets." Locking eyes with Polly, he let her know that he picked the song for her. He places the microphone on the stand and holds it with both hands, looking like he's sung on stage a million times before. With a nod, Taka presses play.

I just sort of always feel sick without you baby

I ain't got anything to lick without you baby

Nothing really sticks without you baby

Ain't I fallen in love?

It's just the pits without you baby

It's really just the pits without you baby

It's like everyone's a dick without you baby

Ain't I fallen in love?

And all my pals will tell me that I'm crazy

You bet I'm loopy alright!

And I just don't recognize this fool that you

Have made me,

I haven't seen him for a while

And as you're shrinking figure blows a kiss

I catch and smash it on my lips

Darling I can't seem to quit

Completely falling to bits

I really might be losing it

The idea that you've existed all along's

Ridiculous

I don't know what to say

He continues to sing and hasn't looked at the prompter once. It's one song that he has committed to memory. Though the song was written when they were just kids it's the most perfect song. Albus takes the mic off the stand and starts walking toward her. She plays with her lips nervously, unable to suppress any of her feelings. She's giddy, embarrassed, excited, and SUPER turned on. He stands over her as he belts out the last line. While the music plays out, his friends clap and cheer loudly and he takes a seat next to Polly passing her the microphone.

She yanks him by the shirt and whispers in his ear, "You're so getting fucked, you know that, right?"

"You're next," he smirks.

Lust in her eyes, she coquettishly takes the stage and has to lower the height of the stand. "So, this is a very old song, but it's stood the test of time, and I'm singing it in Spanish."

Albus looks at her with surprise and she gives him a wink.

She sways her hips slowly to the rhythmic guitar, sultry saxophone, and tinkling of the piano, "Besame, besame mucho, Como si fuera esta noche la última vez…" she sings. Maybe it's the Spanish, maybe it's just Polly, but the woman and three men are completely entranced. Not a word or joke is muttered as she sings. Honestly, they don't even know if she's that great of a singer, but they can't take their eyes off of her. As she finishes her song, they're still in stunned silence. "Was it that bad?"

Albus shakes his head. "Te quiero."

"¿Verdad?"

"Si."

"¿Cuando?"

"Ahora."

"Adios," she calls to their new friends summoning all of her things.

Albus throws some money on the table and winks to Kenji, Taka, and Kimiko. He tries to say goodbye—but when Polly has the strength of a giant when she is eager—and yanks him away.

A/N:

Okay, this is a long ass chapter. I know. I just couldn't stop. There are a lot of fun little things in this chapter that I hope you caught.

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Besame Mucho is one of the most beautiful songs of all time and comes back around as a cover every generation. I just really wanted to see Polly speak Spanish.

Besame, besame mucho, Como si fuera esta noche la última vez translates to Kiss me, kiss me a lot, As if tonight were the last time.

Gorgeous, right?

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The little conversation between Albus and Polly is pretty short and simple. But still hot. This is the translation:

I want you.

Really?

Yes.

When?

Now.

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So Albus singing The Last Shadow Puppets is also an Easter egg. MotherofBulls and I wrote a funny little story called, Albus, Meet Albus: A Play in One Act, and the band make a guest appearance. I had to bring their music back for this story.

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I've also been watching a Japanese TV show called Samurai Gourmet. It's given me a lot of insight on traditional Japanese cuisine and service.

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If you want to check out some of my other WiPs, MotherofBulls and I are working on an outrageously ridiculous crack fic called, Trope Soup. Also, as soon as this fic is complete, I'm back to writing A Girl Worth Fighting For and Drama Club.

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