Blue Bloods/Harry Potter

You have to remember that I was there for your first crush. Theresa Mancini and she was bossy and opinionated and it's kind of your thing. -Erin

Chapter 11: Crushin'

Harry was just cleaning up the second floor when he got the feeling he was being watched again. He stopped what he was doing, looking around suspiciously. He walked over to the wide windows and looked out at the streets. A creak of wood behind him made him spin around in alarm.

Jamie was staring at him.

"How did you get in?" He demanded.

"Chris let me in." Jamie answered slowly, flopping down onto an armchair.

"Oh." Harry deflated.

"Are you okay? You seem really... jumpy." Jamie asked, voice laced with concern.

Harry smiled at the brunette, shaking his head.

"It's nothing." He assured his friend.

Jamie stared at him doubtfully. Harry rolled his eyes, a laugh bubbling from him.

"I'm a twenty-six year old veteran, jumpy is part of the job description, Jamie." He reassured.

Jamie nodded, still looking unconvinced but was willing to let it go for now.

"Now, you look like you a puppy that just had his bone taken from him, talk." Harry asked, plopping into the chair opposite Jamie.

Jamie leaned forward, and started telling him about Sonny Malevsky, the man who had been working with his brother when he had died.


"So you think he's behind it?" Harry asked.

"I don't know if he's behind it, but I'm pretty sure he's part of it." Jamie replied, running a shaky hand through his hair.

"Hey-" Harry said, reaching over to squeeze Jamie's other hand comfortingly, "We're going to figure this out. They're not going to get away with this."

Jamie gave Harry a weak smile, nodding.

"I'll be right back, I'm just gonna talk to Chris." Harry said, squeezing Jamie's shoulder as he passes him.

Harry walked down briskly, finding Chris lounging in a booth with his phone glued to his face.

"Hey, sorry for the wait, I'll be closing up tonight Chris. Here, let me get your pay." He said, ducking behind the counter.

"Thanks Boss man, Tell Officer Friendly I said goodnight." Chris replied, stuffing the money into his backpack.

"I will, be careful." Harry said, chuckling.

He locked the doors after Chris left before grabbing a bottle and two glasses and returning upstairs.

Jamie was staring at the window when he came back, a look of deep thought on his handsome features. Harry smirked, sneaking up behind his chair and crouching closer to his head.

"Penny for your thoughts?" He whispered into Jamie's ear.

Jamie jumped, turning to him with a glare, ears turning red. Harry laughed, handing Jamie a glass of whiskey.

"I'm sorry, it was too tempting. What's on your mind?" He asked, taking his seat again.

Jamie pursed his lips before rolling his eyes and cracking a smile.

"I was thinking, I'm babysitting my nephews on my day off this Saturday to give my sister-in-law a break, wanna come with me?" Jamie asked.

"Yeah sure, sounds fun." Harry replied automatically.

Jamie nodded while sipping his drink, resisting the urge to grin like a loon.

Harry suddenly laughed.

"Oh, ha, guess what Chris calls you?"


Harry parked where Jamie told him to, in front of a nice looking house in Staten Island. Harry had very nicely offered his van as transportation for their little excursion, even going so far as to fit the back of the van with blankets and pillows to turn it into a cozy little hang out for the kids while they drove. Jamie jumped out, gesturing for him to follow.

Harry just caught up to Jamie when the door was opened by a tired looking blonde woman.

"Jamie!" She greeted, giving Jamie a hug.

"Linda, this is my friend Harry Potter, he's agreed to help me with the boys." Jamie introduced.

Harry gave his most charming smile, offering his hand.

"Nice to meet you Harry, are you the same one who keeps giving my sons sweets?" Linda asked with a bright smile.

Harry nodded, laughing.

"Yeah, guilty." He answered.

"Well, you have my thanks, they've practically renounced any and all other snacks. They're angels with the promise of more of your treats." Linda told him.

"I'm just glad to have the feedback. I'm always afraid my godson is just being biased when he says he likes them." Harry replied, laughing.

"Oh, but they're amazing, what do you do with your brownies? They're divine." Linda asked seriously.

Harry smiled, opening his mouth to answer when Jamie cleared his throat.

"Uh Linda?" He said.

Linda stared at him blankly before realization crossed her face.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I got carried away. I'll go get the kids. Thanks again for this Jamie, It was nice meeting you Harry. I hope we can talk again soon, I wouldn't mind talking recipes." Linda rambled as she backed into the house with a quick shout of 'Boys, Uncle Jamie's here.'

"She seems lovely." Harry told Jamie.

"She is." Jamie replied, just as two kids ran out of the door, barreling into Jamie.

"Uncle Jamie!" They shouted excitedly.

"Where are we going?" "Who's he?" They asked Jamie at the same time.

"This is my friend Harry, he's the one who makes the sweets I bring you guys." Jamie explained.

The taller one, Jack, Harry guessed from Jamie's past descriptions, turned to Harry with big eyes.

"How do you make dragons?" He asked.

Harry smiled.

"Magic." Harry answered.


Jamie didn't really have a solid plan for their outing so Harry had taken the reins on planning. He had a basket of food, some baseball equipment, and a Frisbee. They were on their way to Washington Square Park, to spend a relaxing day playing in the sun. Harry spent the hour long ride asking the two enthusiastic boys about themselves, letting them talk his ear off.

Jamie couldn't help but smile as he watched Harry nod at something Sean was saying with an indulgent smile. They were only a few minutes away from their destination when Jack asked what they had planned.

"Well, Harry and I thought we could spend the afternoon relaxing and playing at the park. Harry even prepared lunch for us." Jamie answered.

Harry parked the van on the east side of the park, before turning in his seat to look at the two boys.

"Could you guys grab the baseball stuff and the Frisbee, Uncle Jamie and I will bring the food and the blanket." He told them.

Jack and Sean leaped up, immediately doing as Harry said.

"I'll get the basket." Jamie told Harry, getting out of the van.

Harry rolled his eyes, smiling.

"I can take the basket Jamie" He called as he got out.

"Nah, I got it, it's heavy."

Harry glared at Jamie.

"I'm not that weak, I can carry it." He said.

Jamie just grabbed the basket, ignoring Harry's protests.

"Stop fussing Har." Jamie told him as he lead the kids, leaving Harry glaring.

Harry stuck his tongue out at Jamie when the man turned to look back at him. He grabbed the large picnic blanket and locked his van before chasing after them.


Jamie sat on the blanket, watching Harry and Jack teach Sean how to catch a Frisbee properly. He stared at Harry, who was tossing the Frisbee weakly at Sean again and again until he got it. Jamie had to get a hold of himself. Sooner or later Harry was going to catch on to his massive crush on him if he didn't.

Jamie didn't mean to flirt with Harry so much, or stare at him either, he just found himself doing it all the time. He couldn't help staring at his insanely mesmerizing emerald eyes, or his smooth lips as he talked. Jamie was always catching himself staring at his friend, his neck, his hands, his eyes, his lips, his ass.

Get a grip, he told himself.

"Jamie?"

Jamie blinked, looking up.

Harry was standing in front of him, looking down at him with a confused smile.

"Are you okay?"

Jamie shook his head, smiling.

"Yeah, I'm fine. What's up?" He asked.

Harry raised the Frisbee in his hands.

"Sean's good to go, you playing?" Harry asked.

Jamie stood up to join them, trying focus on the game rather than on Harry's smile.