Disclaimer: I don't own Daredevil or Harry Potter.
Story: Wesley has an odd obsession with Oreos, which leads to meeting Harry. A series of vignettes and drabbles styling their unusual relationship.
Set pre-series for Daredevil initially, and after fifth year for HP.
Spoilers: Probably a lot without me even noticing.
Warnings: Age difference, probably some mentions of crimes and violence (or more than mentions), probably sexual situations later on.

Warning: Mature, sexual themes coming up –but full uncensored edit should be on my Ao3 account later.

An Oreo Crust Crumbling
Chapter Twenty-Five: Magic, Madness, Heaven, Sin

After ice cream, Wesley dropped Harry off at his apartment, while he took Anatoly to meet with Fisk. She hoped nothing was going to go wrong, and when she looked at Wesley as he came through his door only an hour later, she felt relieved at seeing his lips quirk up a little at the sight of her.

"How're things?" she asked hesitantly.

"Not bad, considering," Wesley shrugged off his suit jacket and tossed it onto the top of the couch. "Though I did make sure Wilson had another of those handy lemon sherbets before talking with Anatoly. Thankfully, I think that helped in him not going berserk on Anatoly, though your earlier interference probably helped as well."

"That's good," Harry commented, while patting the spot next to her. Amused, Wesley sat next to her. "I wanted to talk to you about something."

Uneasy now, Wesley nodded and waited for her to talk about whatever it was on her mind.

"I appreciate you wanting to wait until I'm legal, but I wanted to reiterate what I said earlier in the restaurant," she started off quietly and Wesley hid his wince. Ah, they were going to talk about that again. "The thing is, Wesley…You really don't need to coddle me about it either, and if you're going to tease, then you can tease even more seriously if you wanted," she specifically gave him her permission.

He swallowed heavily, watching her intently by then.

"I've nearly died several times," she gave him a half-smile. "I was 11 and nearly died. Someone wanted to murder me when I was just a year old. I've almost had my soul sucked out. I've nearly been prosecuted, unfairly at that. I've been tortured several times, the first time when I was 14 in a graveyard in front of a whole bunch of men that laughed while it happened. And one of my teachers the past school year felt justified in tormenting me," she held up her left hand hesitantly, and Wesley stared at the words that were scarred there and couldn't believe he'd missed that before.

"The point I'm trying to make," she said softly, shifting closer to him. He inhaled sharply and couldn't help leaning into her. "I don't care about the law. If I want to do it, if I want to have sex with you, then it's by my decision. I'm going to make that choice. And if you're going to wait, that's fine by me. Just do that because you're waiting for when I'm ready for it and when I want to do it, not because of some law."

He blinked at her, holding his breath. There was a huge conflict in his head about this, but she was looking at him seriously and God knows she looked like such an old soul right then, more so as he gazed into her soulful emerald eyes.

"Okay," he said slowly, and she gave him a warm smile.

"I'm not ready for it yet," she declared, finally giving him an answer. "But there are things I don't mind. My godfather once, before his death, taught me an old Pureblood trick that was passed down for younger ones to use with their partners. Purebloods especially looked down on wedlock children, but just telling your kids to not have sex wasn't a clear solution. As a sort of substitute, they came up with a different method to avoid penetration and the full act. If you're still uncomfortable touching me and doing other stuff without doing it for real, then this should be fine because you wouldn't have to do anything like that."

Confused but unable to not keep from feeling slightly excited, he waited patiently for her to continue explaining. But she leaned in then and kissed him fully, and his mind was on reciprocating. The tip of her tongue traced the line of his lips shyly, and before it could retreat, he let his own tongue move out to tangle with hers.

Without warning, he started to feel unnaturally warm. And it wasn't the normal type that anyone could get when engaging in things like this –there was something off about it. Just as he pulled back to question Harry if she felt like that too, he caught sight of her emerald eyes and became mesmerized as he noted the slight golden sheen they took on. Before he could say a word, her lips crashed back onto his, and he was melding his mouth onto hers, thoroughly ravishing her mouth as the strange warmth seemed to intensify and grow to fully encompass him.

And then, along with the warmth, he felt sparks alighting all over his skin, more so around where Harry's slender hands began to touch. A strange sort of euphoria began to rise up in him, and he couldn't think and he was starting to forget how to breathe. He moved back for breath, especially after all the intense feelings he was currently experiencing, and was further enraptured by the sight of the gold sheen from Harry's eyes seemingly become matching to the gold sheen that surrounded her.

The air around them was stifling and Wesley could briefly see the gold aura around Harry had been sporadically wrapping around him, and everything he was feeling then wasn't letting up. With dim realization that he was being sexed up by Harry's magic, and that it was hopefully sharing and projecting what he was feeling back onto her, he focused on everything he was feeling and let himself immerse in them. The little gasp Harry let out at least confirmed to him that she was feeling the magical overload too, so he made sure to keep focus on every little thing he felt.

He brought her closer and settled her on his lap, squeezing her hips for a moment. He kissed her lips briefly, but this time he went to go nuzzle first her jaw and then her neck, licking it fleetingly. He kept a firm focus on his emotions and the way she was making him feel with her magic, and rubbed his hands up and down the expanse of her back while her own hands came to grasp at his arms. He could feel her legs squeeze around him and she began to squirm a little, her breath coming in quicker.

He wasn't sure if it was him or if there really was now a slight golden haze around them, but he was having trouble thinking still so he couldn't focus on anything much other than what he was feeling and hoping it was still reflecting back onto Harry. It was a sure bet, considering the way she was reacting to him, and he was just continuing to kiss her and rub her back firmly.

They pulled away from each other, only to place their foreheads against each other while holding on tightly. He could feel her magic wrapping around him more and flowing through his body, and the euphoric sensation he was aroused with built up until it was starting to reach its peak and Wesley could only just hold onto Harry tighter and try to scramble to collect his brain but failing at it. When the euphoria reached its crescendo, Wesley's eyes rolled slightly and he could feel Harry gasp and arch against him, and stuck in a pleasured haze, he could only vaguely understand that they'd came together because of Harry's magic. That was…certainly a first for him.

As they held on to each other and tried to catch their breaths, Wesley was slowly trying to catch up as to what had happened and regain his faculties. Technically, he didn't have sex with her. It didn't even constitute as a "lewd act", as one it wasn't lewd (well, in his opinion, it wasn't) and two, there wasn't any precedent for it in Muggle law. So if Harry was going to let him flaunt the law like this, he shouldn't be too worried anyhow. And he'd agreed to wait for her anyway.

Christ, he was trying hard not to be a criminal with her, but she was making it really hard.

Speaking of laws though…

"In the Magical World, is this…" he asked (though he trailed off) once he'd managed to think straight and breathe correctly again.

"I'm not familiar with the laws, but I doubt it," she answered with a slight shrug. "Besides, I think they're more focused on laws on Dark Arts, dark wizards, and dangerous creatures. And Quidditch. Or at least the British are. This is also a method that's not a secret or anything, so it's not like it's banned or whatever."

Far more curious than he should be about it, "Are you considered legal in the magical world then?"

She blinked. "I don't know. To be honest, I don't think there are any consent laws in the Wizarding World, where I'm from at least. Age of majority is considered more important, I think, given all this Heir and Lord stuff they focus on and which plays a huge role in that society."

He remembered that she was a Lady now too and was going to ask her about it, when he noticed her yawning.

"Sleepy?"

"A bit," she admitted sheepishly.

"Not surprising, considering it's rather late and we'd had an eventful night," he kissed her quickly and picked her up, carrying her to bed.

"Can I have one of your shirts to sleep in again?" she asked and he was quick to snag one from his drawers and give it to her. But then she paused and looked at him as he went to go leave the room momentarily and stopped him. "Do you want to watch me change?"

He stopped short of leaving the door, looking back at her in surprise. He stared for a moment, unsure of what he heard while also warring in his head about it, but Harry patiently just sat on the bed and waited.

"Yes, I would like that," he said finally, and went back fully into the room and closed the door behind him.

She smiled and laughed lightly, but she gave him a fond gaze as she stood up and turned her back to him.

"You might get to even participate a little, since I can't unzip this dress myself," she said wryly, and he went over and took the zipper in hand, dragging it down slowly to reveal her skin inch by inch.

She turned then and took the upper halter top of the black dress down and then let it drop to her waist, to which she slipped the rest of it over her hips and then to easily fall to the ground. He greedily drank her in, watching her breasts move as she breathed, the toned limbs and stomach he should've guessed at (despite the Dursleys' treatment) after years of rigorous Quidditch training she'd told him about, and the gentle slopes of her ankles he'd first worshipped her about.

"I adore you," he said quietly.

Though she beamed happily at him as she slipped on the shirt, her face easily flushed red at his statement. As she buttoned it up, she leaned up on her toes and pecked his lips.

"I adore you," she said back impishly. But then she turned shy. "No one's ever noticed me like you, you know. I just…you're special. Don't forget that, okay?"

"I won't," he promised, feeling inordinately happy as he followed her to bed. He shed most of his own clothing before he slipped into bed behind her and pulled her close. "Goodnight," he murmured and smiled slightly as he noticed she was already fast asleep.

He closed his eyes and didn't have trouble falling asleep himself.

~Cut Scene~

She woke up early, like usual. Slipping away from Wesley, she got ready for the day before she'd get started on breakfast. By the time she was out of the shower, Wesley was awake.

"I can get started on breakfast while you take a shower," she told him, and he agreed after giving her an odd glance that she didn't understand.

Shrugging to herself, she went to the kitchen and began making something simple they could eat quickly, before she had to go to school. She was joined by Wesley soon after, who had only taken a quick shower and was now continuing to give her odd glances.

"Okay, what's wrong?" she asked finally, after she finished cooking.

He cleared his throat. "Nothing's wrong." Giving him a look, he relented then. "I had a dream about you this morning."

Confused how that was a problem, she told him that was nice and asked what she was doing. He uncharacteristically blushed and she understood what kind of dream.

"Oh," she shared his blush. "Well, I guess it had better been about me," she decided finally, giving him an awkward grin.

He snorted. "Of course it was. Like I would dream about anyone else."

Unable to stop her curiosity, she blurted out, "Was it good?"

Taken aback a bit, he gave her an amused grin once he'd composed himself. "Good enough I woke up and went to the bathroom to take care of myself."

Blushing but pleased, she decided that she didn't mind embarrassing him a bit more. "Next time you can take care of yourself in bed next to me."

Fully embarrassed alright, but willing to still snark back, Wesley replied, "I'll keep that in mind. In fact I will."

They shared a laugh together and then started in on breakfast before heading out. Soon enough, Wesley had parked in front of her school and dropped her off, and she watched him leave after.

"So…just curious, but wondering like the rest of the school, is that guy like your boyfriend or a relative?"

Surprised, she turned to face the speaker, noting it was a handsome brunet with a playful grin. She hesitantly looked at him and he held up his hands

"Sorry, I'm being rude –name's Peter. Peter Parker," he held out his hand and she shook it tentatively. "I was just asking, but that guy's been dropping you off for a while now and well, I'm just curious. Practically the whole school is though. It's not every day you see a handsome, older man with a nice set of wheels drop off a pretty girl. Er, well, not that you have to tell me. Or anyone. Like I said –just curious!"

"He's my boyfriend," she decided to confirm, curious about this boy who had suddenly approached her. And since he'd introduced himself…"My name's Harry Potter. It's nice to meet you, I guess."

He beamed happily at her. "I've seen you around and I know you get along with everyone, but I don't think I've ever seen you just…hang. Or have any real friends around here. So I'd like to be your friend!"

Bewildered but happy, she smiled back at him. "I'd like that, Peter."

She was glad to have finally made a friend her age there.

As they walked home, Wesley having called her to tell her he was unfortunately busy with a case he was working with the Murdock and Nelson duo (that he surprisingly wanted to talk to her about later), she listened as Peter enthusiastically told her about his Aunt May, his best friend Harry ("He has your name! Can I call you Henrietta? I'm going to get confused."), and how he really liked photography and hoped to get a job doing something with it. It was Harry who had a hard time trying to talk about herself, but she did her best while omitting magic from her life story.

"We should hang sometime," he cheerfully told her as he neared his street. Funnily enough, he lived a block away from her. "Your boyfriend can hang around too. Maybe he'd let us drive his car, huh?"

Harry's lips twitched. "Maybe. He's a bit protective of it, but he might be persuaded."

"Nice! So, see you tomorrow at school?" Peter asked hopefully.

"Okay," she agreed steadily, wondering what Wesley would make of Peter. Probably call him an eager pup. Sirius definitely would.

She quickly derailed her thoughts from that and waved goodbye to her new friend. Then she turned to the direction of her house and reluctantly walked that way, inwardly wishing she could just walk towards Wesley's. She felt more at home there anyway.

Suddenly, she started getting this wary feeling and like she was being watched. Looking around nervously and seeing nothing abnormal, she started to speed up her steps while slipping her wand into her hand.

A few more steps and she was sidelined, a bag quickly being pulled over her head while her glasses were knocked off. She screamed and struggled, trying to aim her wand in the direction where her captor was, but whoever it was had already locked their arms around her and was too close. Then she took a heavy hit to the head and was knocked out.

She woke up to the bag still over her head, while hearing a man speaking in Russian. At least she assumed so. It sounded like what Viktor used to speak in sometimes, but different. It was much more like what Anatoly had spoken like though, in the brief instances where he'd muttered something in Russian.

The bag was then yanked off her head and she squinted to see a blurry figure. She couldn't see at all, damn it.

"Harry, yes?"

She blinked, afraid and wondering how this man knew her name. She didn't know him and she didn't know how, aside from Wesley and his (whatever it is) business, she could be associated with anything to do with this man.

"Your family said you were pretty. I must say I agree. Maybe instead of giving you over, I shall keep you to myself," the man said in amusement.

She kept silent, pressing her lips together tightly. She needed to find out where her wand and phone was, because neither of them were on her.

"Da. I think I shall keep you around."

Harry refused to speak or cry, though she knew her eyes were teary.

Started 1/6/16 – Completed 1/7/16

A/n: (whistles) Should I change this to M now? Haha, I've been listening to "Blank Space" (Taylor Swift) and "Young God" (Halsey; especially this one, hence how the first half of this chapter came out). I've also been listening to "Shout" (Think Up Anger cover) too much too, hence then end. I mean, I've been planning Harry's abduction, but still XD Review and save Harry? (Just JK)

Quick Points:

1. Magical Overload: I always have this in mind, and in particular brought into this universe via the Pureblood, pre-marital sex stuff, and since I'd already had the scene with Wesley and Harry in mind like that, I cheat the law XD Although, I'm not sure I described it as well as I'd like to have it mirrored from what I pictured in my head.

2. Peter Parker: I actually came up with bringing him in on the spot as I was writing the chapter yesterday. I thought it would be good to bring in someone Harry's age and give her a friend there. And, looking Peter up, apparently he's going to be in the MCU soon, so yay! Plus, people speculating and hoping he'll get a cameo in Daredevil and all (since he's supposed to get a cameo in Civil War…)

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5. Yule Ball Interference: A Christmas/Yule one-shot for Wesley/Harry :D Please check it out and review!

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