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A/N- Sorry about the wait. Lack of internet should be considered torture.
Taste in Men
"Adriana! I need to talk to you!"
She looked beautiful, as usual. Dressed in crimson robes with black satin trim, oddly formal, he thought. A look of surprise was plastered on her face as she spoke. "Harry, what-"
"I just wanted to say...I'm sorry, about before. Losing my temper. I was completely out of line, it was stupid, I'm normally not like that..."
"What do you mean? Like what?"
"You know. Violent. Angry," he said, running his hand through his jet black hair awkwardly. He was never really good at apologizing. Some people could wrap others around their little fingers, make them forget why they had been mad in the first place. Harry had never been one of those people.
" It's fine," she replied with a small smile. "I wasn't really surprised about it, considering."
Harry blinked. In his mind, he had imagined every possible reaction she could have had- except this one. "Excuse me?"
She laughed harshly, and Harry wanted to cringe. She sounded so bitter, so old, for someone so heartbreakingly young. "You always spend your time pleasing everybody, everybody except yourself. If I lived like that, I think I would have a breakdown too."
"It wasn't a breakdown," he said, bristling. A breakdown made him sound...crazy. He wasn't crazy. Voldemort was crazy.
"Right. Of course it wasn't a breakdown. Silly me. I just thought that, you know, out of nowhere completely losing you're temper-"
He felt his stomach flip unpleasantly, and an unexpected rage coursed through him, shocking and appalling him. "IT WAS NOT A FUCKING BREAKDOWN! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU-"
Adriana shook her head sadly. "Ah! See? There it is again. You-"
Without any premeditation, he grabbed her shoulders abrubtly, fingernails digging into the fabric of her robes. Those strange, formal robes that made no sense to him. "Shut up," he hissed, suddenly seeing himself in her maddening seafoam eyes, seeing how hagard he looked, how drained. Surely he had not looked like this before, surely he had not always resembled such an unhealthy person, he must have looked better before...?
She smiled up at him sadly, seemingly oblivious to the pain he was inflicting. "Are you in love me, big brother?" she asked softly, as if a normal tone of voice would enrage him further.
Harry frowned at the question, lowering his hands from her shoulders slowly, down her arms until he held her soft hands in his rough ones. "I'm so tired, Adriana," he whispered, touching his forehead to hers, anger forgotten. "I'm just so tired..."
"I know," she said quietly, lifting his hands to her lips with a tenderness that surprised him. "I know."
They stood like that, for a moment, and Harry hated himself for his weakness, hated the fact that he was so flawed, hated that he couldn't be someone else, someone she could love. She kissed his cheek, and he kissed her back, and before he could breathe, before he could think, he grabbed her and was kissing her for real, hungry and demanding.
And she kissed him back fiercely, wrapping her slender arms around his neck and pulling his body closer to hers. Harry had never known such carnal pleasure, not in his wildest, most forbidden dreams, and wished the moment would last forever.
"I've been waiting to do that for a long time," he said, pulling back with a sigh.
She giggled and kissed him again. "What took you so long?"
Harry grinned sheepishly. "I guess I was afraid you didn't feel the same way."
Adriana laughed, and this time it sounded right, full of mirth and love. "Silly boy," she said with a smile, ruffling his hair. "You're lucky you're so good lookin'."
He raised an eyebrow incredulously. " 'Good lookin'? Since when did you become country?"
She smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know."
The Boy Who Lived wrapped his arms around his sister's waist firmly. "I have ways of making you talk, little girl."
"Oh yeah?"
He nodded and bent to kiss her neck, ignoring her playful protests. This was how it was supposed to be. "Yeah..."
"My, my, my. Harry Potter lusts after his own sister. How...inappropriate. And how intriguing."
No.
Harry straighted, heart beating wildly in his chest, and Adriana disapeared, leaving him alone with the intruder.
"Really, Harry. Incest? I never would have guessed," said Lord Voldemort silkily.
No.
"I would have released her sooner had I known.It's just...I love to hear her scream. Bet you would too, eh?"
Harry dove at him. He would do it. This time he would do it. A gutteral cry escaped his throat. "GET OUT! LEAVE ME ALONE! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!"
"Harry! Harry, wake up!"
Harry bolted up, head reeling. "LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!"
"Harry! Harry, it's alright, it's me! Me, Adriana! You're just having a bad dream, that's all, shh."
She wrapped her arms around him then, as he had done for her countless times, and stroked his hair, whispering comforts into his ear. He barely heard them. It had been a dream? It was so vivid, so real, he could still feel her lips on his. The sheets clung uncomfortably to his sweaty body as his thoughts swirled in his head.
Did Lord Voldemort know?
"I love to hear her scream. Bet you would too, eh?"
Fucking bastard. I'll get him. I'll make him wish he had never come back.
He surrendered himself to his sister's caresses, heartbeat slowly returning to normal.
"It's okay, Harry," she said tenderly. "You can tell me about it, if you want."
He sat up slowly, shaking his head. "What time is it?" he asked, his voice raspy from screaming.
She glanced down at her watch. "It's ten forty five on the dot. You slept in."
He turned to her with a frown. Don't think about it. Don't think about how close she is, or how she kissed you back... "Why didn't anyone wake me up?"
Adriana swallowed. "Well, a lot happened this morning."
Harry narrowed his eyes. "What did I miss?"
She leaned forward suddenly, and he wondered if he was still dreaming, if this was the moment he was waiting for.
It wasn't.
"Ron broke up with Hermione."
"WHAT?"
Half an hour later Harry was seated at the breakfast table, dressed simply in all black, completely alone except for Adriana, who occasionally shot worried glances at him. He had startled her with his reaction. He nibbled at his toast angrily, appetite having deserted him with the news. Fucking Ron.
"I didn't know you were so happy about them being together," she said carefully.
I don't give a damn about them! "Yeah, well, they made a good couple, don't you think?" Didn't it violate some girl rule, dating someone else's ex? Surely Adriana and Hermione were good enough friends for her to honor that?
"Yes, I guess they did. Hermione's pretty broken up. Maybe you should talk to her?"
Who cares about Hermione and her feelings? All I care about is the fact that Ron wants to get into your fucking pants! "Yeah, maybe. Or you could talk to her, you know, girl to girl. I bet you'd be better comfort to her than me."
Adriana made a face. "No offense, Harry, but she and I aren't that close. Aren't you, like, her best friend? Don't you want to see her?"
"What do you mean, not that close? Hermione loves you."
"Oh please, Mr. Wishful Thinking. The only reason she tolerates me is because I'm related to you, and you know it. We have nothing, I mean nothing, in common."
Including taste in men, I hope. "You're exaggerating. And the reason I can't see her is because I have to go to work. And she shouldn't be alone...where is she, again?"
His sister looked at him critically. "Crying in her room, last I heard. She thought about going to her parent's house but Moody said it was too dangerous. As if..." she paused, staring at the table quietly. "As if Voldemort gave a damn about her."
Harry took a bite of his toast and chewed thoughtfully. She had trouble saying the Dark Lord's name sometimes, and he couldn't blame her.
"I love to hear her scream. Bet you would too, eh?"
Voldemort's words sent a chill down his spine. She still hadn't told him what happened during her capture, and that scared Harry more than he was willing to admit.
"I'll talk to her when I get back from work, alright? I might be a little late; Malcolm wants to have dinner with me."
She pursed her lips, a habit she had recently taken to every time the minister's name was mentioned. "Whatever. Like I give a shit about her feelings, anyway."
Harry raised his eyebrows but said nothing. A heavy silence began to descend on them, and he wished he had just said he was going to be late and left it at that.
"Well," he said after a while. "I better go." He rose from the table. "See you later?"
Adriana looked up at him, her expression unreadable. "Yeah, sure. tell Malcolm I said hi."
Harry could think of nothing to say to that and dissapparated.
End Ch.
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