When Sansa got home from school she made quick work of her remaining homework knowing that if she didn't do it the second she got in she'd be accused of 'being lazy' or 'being irresponsible'. Once it was done and Sansa had enjoyed a good fifteen minutes of peace, Sansa re-read the text Harry had sent then headed down to her father's study where she found her parents.

"Dad, Mom?" She said as she walked in. "Em, Harry invited me to help out at a tutoring program he's part of."

Cat was instantly on her... as expected.

"Tutoring program?" She questioned.

"Yeah, he helps kids that are struggling with different subjects, mainly English and Math. Apparently the guy who usually covers English moved and can't do it anymore, so he asked me to help him since my grades are good. I'd like to help."

Before Petyr, Sansa had been an awful liar but that was then, now she could lie her way through just about anything.

"That's a good lass," began her father "always helping others. I'm proud of you."

"How long is it? Where is it?"

Sansa internally sighed, that was her Mother, straight to the questioning.

"It's five until nine and it's all at the youth centre. Please, I'd like to help them if I can."

"I don't know." Said Cat as she mulled the information over.

"Oh come on, Cat. She'll be doing a good thing and Sansa will be with Harry. She'll be fine."

Well, it's nice to know someone's in my goddamn corner, grumbled the redhead. Reluctantly Cat relented.

"Very well, I'll come and pick you up at nine sharp."

"No, Harry said he'd drop me off after. I think he wanted to take me for something to eat after as well as a thank you."

Her mother spoke quickly. "I don't want you out that late Sansa."

Just when Sansa thought she wasn't going to get away with her father came to her rescue once again, he'd seen the sadness in Sansa's eyes and as a loving father leapt to fix it.

"Cat, it's just once and Harry is trying to say thank you. This will be good fro Sansa."

At that her mother relented once more, her daughter had never asked for such a thing before and it wasn't as though she wanted to go to some depraved house party, this was a tutoring session, Sansa wanted to help those less fortunate. This was a good deed.

"Very well, but not a moment after ten."

Sansa nodded and thanked her parents before racing off upstairs to shower and get ready. She hadn't been sure when Harry had asked her earlier that afternoon but now that her mother had caved Sansa was actually looking forwards to the evening, excited even.

Water ran over her pale body, warm and soothing. She could trust Harry, he wasn't like Petyr. Sansa suddenly stopped dead as water poured over her naked body. No! Harry and Petyr are nothing alike! Petyr lied, he lied and now he's gone and that's how it has to be.

Once her long red hair was dry she braided it over her shoulder and set about finding something to wear. Sansa threw open her wardrobe but all she found was bland and boring, nothing like the beautiful outfits Petyr had given her. Maybe it was materialistic but she did miss her colorful dresses and silk underthings. The way he'd looked at her when she wore them for her, the hunger in his green eyes. STOP! You're doing it again. Sansa took a deep breath to steady herself and picked out her least boring and nondescript outfit; a sleeveless red dress with a gathered waist that she often wore at Christmas. The redhead longed for the heels that had once adorned her feet but no, they were lost to her now.

At five o'clock sharp Harry knocked on the door only for Arya to answer, she smirked in that deadly way of hers.

"Oh, hey Harry." She tilted her head towards the stairs. "Sansa! You're boyfriend is here."

Sansa hurried down the stairs and shoved her younger sister aside, thankfully Arya took the hint and went back into the living room to carry on with whatever she'd been doing; Sansa didn't much care.

"Hey Sansa." Greeted the blonde with a smile. "You look nice."

You should have seen my blue lace basque, though Sansa but she settled on something less risqué and obvious.

"Thank you, Harry." She smiled.

From the kitchen her mother suddenly appeared with a smile, she came to a stop beside the front door.

"Sansa, you can stay for something to eat once the tutoring is finished like I said but I want you back no later than ten. No later."

Sansa nodded, she'd already been told all this.

"I never get to stay out so late." Complained Arya from the living room but everyone ignored her.

"Don't worry, Missus Stark, I'll have her back by ten on the dot."

"Thank you, Harry." Cat smiled, if Sansa hadn't been more focused on getting out of the house she'd have thought her mother trusted Harry more than she did her. "Such a good boy."

Sansa and the blonde escaped the house as fast as possible after that and headed over to Harry's house. The drive was short, no more than fifteen minutes, and repetitively peaceful, there wasn't any music which Sansa found odd since she'd grown used to Petyr constantly playing something; usually some sort of classic rock.

"Here we are." Said Harry as he pulled into the driveway and snapped Sansa out of her thoughts.

Cerulean orbs looked the place over, it was large and clearly old with a H build in above the front door. The H had weathered so she assumed the house had been in the Harding family for generations.

"Your home is beautiful." She told him just for something to say.

"Yeah," he smirked "come on in, it gets better."

With that he hopped out the car and headed up to the house while fiddling with his keys. Petyr would have rounded the car and opened the door for her like a gentleman... For the love of God! Stop! Thinking! About! Petyr fucking Baelish! The redhead forced herself out of the car only for it to beep as Harry locked it and made her way into the house, Harry still had that smirk on his face.

She hated it. The entire ground floor, though large, had a horrible layout, too big archways and everything was dark wood, it looked like a bad haunted house. It had obviously been modernised of course but to Sansa it just didn't gel together, like someone had stuffed on house inside another. Yet, Sansa was nothing if not polite. She let Harry hang her coat up and guide her into the living room – his hand a little too low on her back – and to the couch.

"Thought we could order right away, don't know about you but I'm starving." Harry flashed her a smile.

"Sure."

Thirty minutes later and they were cuddled up on the couch eating pizza and watching a crappy Rom-Com. 'Thought you'd like it' Harry had said but no, no she didn't, she hated this kind of movie and always had been, to her they were just the same movie over and over again with a few details changed; she liked horror and sci-fi . Harry didn't notice her not watching though because he was too busy touching her, his hands slipped over her shoulders and down her flank as she ate... rather unskilled in Sansa's opinion.

Almost the instant she set her plate down Harry was kissing her neck, hands pushing her down onto the couch so he could lie on top of her. His kisses though confident and dominant, were sloppy and amateur. Harry made short work of flipping them and started to rub himself up against her as they kissed, he pawed at her then started to undo his belt. Where the fuck is the foreplay? The blonde seemed more interested in himself than her. In a desperate attempt for something Sansa pulled Harry's hands from his belt and placed them on her ass trying to encourage a spank or at least a squeeze but no, his hands just shot back to his belt and he carried on shoving his jeans down.

If he wasn't going to be rough with her or engage in any kind of foreplay Sansa was going to see if she could force him into it. The redhead unbuttoned his plaid shirt with nimble fingers exposing his toned chest, with a smile she started to press open mouthed kisses to the soft flesh she found until all the buttons were open. With a naughty smirk she teasingly bit down on his nipple.

"Crap! Sansa that fucking hurt."

No it didn't. She'd not done it to hurt him, hardly even added any pressure. Before she could say a single word Harry grabbed her and stated to push her skirt up to her hips. She wasn't wet, hadn't even gotten close but Harry didn't seem to really care, she doubted he wanted to hurt her he just seemed oblivious to her needs; Sansa didn't want this. The redhead pushed him away softly but Harry didn't get the hint, so she pushed again. Reluctantly he let her go.

"Come on, Sansa, don't go being a prude. God, you're not made of glass. The others don't act this way." He laughed while Sansa's head snapped up.

Others ?! How many women had he lured back to this crap hole for unimpressive sex? He hadn't done a single thing to try and make her feel good, it was all about him and then when she didn't like it he had the audacity to make out that it was her fault. A prude? Sansa was as far from a prude as someone could get! She'd been willing to give him another chance, maybe subtly teach him how to touch her and what she liked but no, not anymore.

"And it's not my fault you have the sexual prowess of a newly neutered squirrel!"

Sansa shot to her feet, her dress skirt fell back down around her legs and she marched towards the front door.

"Hey, Sansa, what the hell. Things were going good. Can't you just mellow or something like me?"

She turned back as she reached for her coat. "Harry, if you mellow anymore you'd be dead."

With that she threw open the front door and stomped out onto the driveway, she wasn't a prude but she'd have liked a little attention rather than being a glorified hole.

"What you gonna tell your parents?" He called out from the doorway, didn't offerer her a ride just wanted to know if he was going to get angry Starks complaining to his parents. "Sansa!?"

"Nothing. I'll just say it got cancelled, so leave me a lone. Go call one of your other girls!"

Thankfully Harold 'asshole' Harding didn't follow her just let Sansa walk off into the night. She made her way down the street and, when the anger had subsided, started to cry. Maybe she'd overreacted, Harry wasn't as experienced as she was – she shouldn't have been as experienced as she was – but he'd treated her as though she were the problem. He believed she'd been kidnapped and abused, of course none of that was true, but everything still had to be about him.

At least she'd learnt they would never work as a couple, he was too focused on himself and Sansa could never be with a boy, she needed someone older, someone more dominant but loving. Joffrey had tried to own her, Petyr had flat out used her and Harry was apparently a self-centred womaniser. It forced her to tears, she was seventeen now and more isolated than when she had been a fifteen year old being stalked by the only person who seemed to understand her.

The night air was chilled her skin but Sansa didn't care she just kept walking while lost in her thoughts. She only stopped when a woman dressed even more provocatively than a stripper in heat bumped into her, the woman threw a sorry over her shoulder as she strutted to a car. It was only then that Sansa left her mind and realised where she was, she'd just assumed she was headed towards home but her subconscious had betrayed her, the redhead's feet had carried her to The Mockingbird . Petyr, she wanted Petyr and as much as she kept trying to deny it she couldn't anymore. She just wanted her Daddy.

Glancing down to her watch she saw it read five-fifty-two, well, her evening with Harry hadn't lasted very long. Maybe she could get Petyr to drive her home... and it meant she got to see Lady; oh how she missed that beautiful animal. With a deep breath she walked over to the club entrance all black and purple lit up like a BDSM Christmas. Sansa gripped her coat tighter as she tried to step inside only for a black man so tall that for a second Sansa thought he was on stilts blocked the door with his arm.

"Oh hell no, not a chance, Sweet Pea." He said sternly which earned a chuckle from the other club goers gathered outside. "Bible club is on the other side of town."

Suddenly Sansa remembered what she was wearing, not the worst of her outfits but certainly something that screamed sheltered virgin.

"I need to see Petyr Baelish." She told him as confidently as she could.

The man snorted and folded his arms to look even more intimidating. "Yeah, right, what could you possibly want with Littlefinger?"

"She's good., let her in, Kett."

Sansa looked over to find a blonde man stood at the corner putting out a cigarette, he crushed it underfoot then made his way over to Kett and Sansa.

"Come on, man, she weighs a buck twenty-five soaking wet. No way I'm letting someone her age in."

"I'm seventeen." The redhead wasn't sure why she felt the urge to point that out.

"Good for you, ain't changing my mind."

The blonde smiled easily. "Percival, seriously, it's fine. She wont be on the floor long. Promise. Anyone queries, send them to me."

There was a pause then the tall black man shook his head and relented.

"Alright but on your head be it."

The man – Percival Kett – stepped aside finally and allowed Sansa and the thin blonde man into the club. The last time Sansa had seen Petyr's club she'd been taken home by Cat, it had been empty then and frankly she was surprised by how many people fitted inside.

"You're Olyvar, right?" She asked as the blonde lead her across the huge room.

"That's me, daring." He shouted over the hubbub then plucked a napkin from a passing waitress'' tray and presented it to her. "Dry those pretty blues of yours."

"Thank you." Sansa took the napkin and gently blotted at her face.

"I'm glad you came back, Sansa. The boss went dark after you left, I'm actually worried about him." There was a pause, brief and hardly there. "And that dog, he takes Lady bloody everywhere.

Maybe he really does miss me, Sansa wondered to herself. They came to a stop by Petyr's personal elevator, the one that only went to the parking structure and his penthouse.

"I'll call him, tell him to come down and get you." He reached for his phone.

"No need." The teen told him absent-mindedly as she stepped forwards and punched in the code to call the elevator.

"You know the boss' elevator code? Of course you know the code."

Olyvar leaned against the wall beside the silver doors and just looked at her, as though trying to figure out how Petyr had been so affected by such a young and seemingly innocent girl.

"You knew I was up there the whole time, didn't you." It wasn't a question.

Olyvar smiled. "I knew there was a girl, yeah. Didn't know that girl was Sansa Stark until your Mom took you home that day. Like I said, I'm glade you're back, you make him happy." A pause. "I don't think he's ever actually been happy, content yeah but never happy. You're good for him."

Tears built up in Sansa's eyes at that but the ding of the elevator pulled her attention back from sadness. With a thank you Olyvar Sansa stepped onto the elevator and headed up to Petyr's penthouse.