Harry Potter :: Vacation, Vacation

Just some randomness. Might be inspired by "Cafe" or some of the omakes in Rorschach's Blot's "Odd Ideas", but I'm not sure myself.

Be warned that this stub contains some infidelity! And, maybe, something that counts as not-exactly-human partner as well. In other words, there is some HP/NM/OC 'pairing' here.

WARNING, this stub contains almost explicit description of sex, those under 17 are advised not to be pervs and leave now.

One Harry Potter had almost resigned himself to another very long summer with not-very-well-liked relatives – hell, uncle Vernon was already driving back to Privet Drive – when an idea occurred to the teen: if Sirius Black could be on the run, why he couldn't be too? Well, Harry thought, he had enough money in his trust vault to have a nice and long vacation for a couple of months, before returning back to England for the Quidditch World Cup finals.

"Hey, uncle Vernon." The young Potter said carefully.

"What do you need, boy?" The walrus-like man replied angrily, with his saliva spritzing outta his mouth, from the driver's seat. "If you've forgotten something at your blasted freakish platform that you can say it bye-bye. I'm not driving back there!"

"No, nothing like that, uncle." Harry said then. "I just..." He was interrupted by his uncle, who didn't seem to be in his best mood today.

"Then what do you need, boy?" Vernon asked, mercilessly squashing his desire to punch the brat he had to pick up from the King's Cross today – he didn't want to get into an accident that will damage his new car in any way.

"I just thought that... You don't want me to stay with you this summer, and I don't really want to go back there either. Maybe you can just drop me where... where my people live in London, and I'll be by myself this summer? Who knows, that Black fellow might even find and kill me, who knows..." Now, this was something that brightened Vernon's mood considerably, and he wasn't going to miss a chance to get rid of his unnatural nephew for the summer, even if he had to drive him to the other side of London for this.

"Where does your kind live?" The walrus-like man asked.

"Charing Cross Road. And if you can, it'd be great if you could drop me there... If not, then..." Harry was once again interrupted by his uncle.

"No, if it means that you won't be bothering us with your freakishness this whole summer, then I don't have anything against giving you a lift there. And it's too far from there anyway." Vernon said, before pausing to think up a threat, should his unnatural nephew bother him this summer any more after this.

"Don't worry, uncle, I won't be returning to your house this summer willingly." Harry quickly assured his uncle.

"Then, I think, we're good." Vernon replied. "Now, where do you want me to drop you?" The green-eyed teen smiled: maybe this summer won't be so bad. His messenger owl Hedwig seemed to be of a similar opinion...

After leaving his things in a room in the 'Leaky Cauldron', Harry ventured into the Diagon Alley, his first stop, of course, being the Gringotts bank. And once the young wizard got enough gold from his trust vault to last him on a two-months-long vacation and then some, he started looking for a way to have his vacation somewhere away from Britain – sure, there was nothing wrong with UK, but Harry decided that he wanted to explore the world a bit, now that he had a chance... After some searching he finally found a place, where he could buy an international portkey, but, alas, they weren't selling those to anyone underage.

This was where the little Marauder in Harry woke up. A quick trip into the Knockturn alley under his invisibility cloak later the young Potter had two vials with quite restricted potions on him. One of those, once drunk, would give him a five years older body, and it would last until he drank the antidote. Or at least the it was supposed to be like this... For once being cautious, Harry tested the potions on a snake that he summoned to his room in the 'Leaky Cauldron' with a serpentsortia spell. It turned out that the bastard that sold him the potions was truthful enough to sell the working brews. Good...

Now looking to be eighteen or so, Harry Potter went to get himself an international portkey and, after some thinking, decided that Crete sounded like a wonderful place to spend his summer. And, maybe because it was among the most popular resorts, the portkey wasn't that expensive... Now, all he needed to get were appropriate clothes and something that would allow him to communicate with locals. At first Harry thought about getting himself just a dictionary, but after seeing an ad for translation spells of whatever new generation, he decided that he should try those out as well...

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It was official: Harry James Potter really hated portkeys. But, at least, the damned thing did what it was supposed to do and brought him to the wizarding customs of the nice Mediterranean island Crete... Once his wand was registered and he was informed about the rules he had to follow while on the Greek territory, Harry was allowed to wander into the island.

But first things first, and the young green-eyed wizard started looking for a nice inn where he could rent a room for about two months. Much to his surprise, it wasn't as hard as he imagined it to be, though it still took him some time to find a hotel close to enough to the sea that still had some free and not insanely-expensive rooms available... And once the young Potter finally got himself a room to stay in during his vacation, he made himself at home there – it was an early evening already and he just didn't feel like exploring the area tonight... Hey, it was his vacation, so he had his right to be somewhat lazy!

Meanwhile, Dumbledore, who was finally done with his business at the British Ministry for Magic, returned to his office at Hogwarts and finally checked the devices he used to monitor his most important pawn. And it looked like his pawn decided to play a rebellious teenager this year and ran away from his relatives' care. No, the ancient wizard shook his head, the pawn needed to be returned to #4 Privet Drive as soon as possible, so that the wards around the house could be recharged...

Then, Dumbledore looked at the device that was supposed to track his pawn's location – he needed to know where Harry was in order to bring it back under his relatives' care, after all – and much to his horror, it looked like the device wasn't working at the moment. Maybe the pawn wasn't being a rebellious teenager and, instead, was abducted by the dark forces? Then it was really imperative that his pawn should be found, freed from his captors' clutches, and returned to #4 Privet Drive!

So, Dumbledore immediately sent his summons to the members of his Order of the Phoenix, so that he can task them with finding what dark wizards had captured his pawn, freeing the said pawn, and returning him to his relatives' house... The thought that Harry could simply be out of the tracking device's range just never crossed Dumbledore's mind...

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While the club of the burnt chicken was doing their best to find him in the United Kingdom captured by some dark wizard, Harry Potter was busy visiting the ruins and other interesting places on Crete. He even stopped by the local magical shopping district a couple of times, getting himself some rather unusual books on Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts, and, despite his strong dislike for this particular subject, he also got a book on Potions.

Eventually, though, the green-eyed wizard grew tired of sightseeing and shopping and decided that it was time for a more passive pastime, such as going to the beach for some swimming in the sea (though he needed to learn how to swim first for that) and some sunbathing. While lying on a towel was definitely not hard at all, for Harry same couldn't be said about swimming. And since he didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of hundreds of people by not being able to do something as simple as that, the young wizard started searching for a more private beach to use for the time being.

On the second day of his searches, he finally found the place that was almost ideal. Almost, because someone – a girl, judging by the collection of the things that lay on and near her towel – had found this secluded little beach before him. Still, one person was better than hundreds, the young Potter decided, so, being lazy, he just stopped there and didn't go looking for another beach to use for himself. Plus, he thought, it was about one in the afternoon, so, it was quite possible that the girl will be leaving this place soon to have some lunch. So, removing all of his clothes but his swimming trunks, Harry lay down on his towel and decided to try to wait for this girl to leave... If only something could be this simple...

Sure, he had to wait only for about fifteen minutes for the girl to appear, but... The girl appeared to be around eighteen and had unruly and intense-orange hair that stopped just below her shoulders, bright blue eyes, slightly pointed ear, and tanned skin. She had a slender body, that while not really gifted in the bust area – she had modest B-cups at most – looked to be incredibly hot, especially with that tattoo of three diminishing circles, which looked much like octopus' suckers, on her left arm near her shoulder. But this all wouldn't be much of a problem for Harry and his strongly-emerging hormones were it not for the fact that this girl was in the nude...

"Ah... Um..." The young Potter couldn't find any words to say as he stared at the water nymph in front of him, while his face now turned Weasley-red (though, considering how much of his blood was rushing south, it was quite surprising that he didn't pale instead). Likewise, the girl eep'ed and now was staring at him, blushing madly and covering her modesty with her hands... The tense and awkward moment lasted for several unnaturally long seconds, but then the girl, seeing that the boy in front of her was doing his best to keep his eyes on her face, relaxed a bit and continued on her way to where her matting and her things were, actually giving Harry another couple of flashes of her nude body along the way.

"So... Um..." She began unsure as she pulled a pareo out of the heap of her things and tied it around her frame like a sundress. Not that it helped much as the thin and airy material was sticking to her wet body... "You too just wanted a more private place to relax?" The orange-haired girl asked. Harry, not trusting his tongue not to say something inappropriate, just nodded in response. "Guess, then it can't be helped. Let's forget about this, OK?" The young Potter, still Weasley-red in his face, nodded, a bit far too eagerly, which made the orange-haired girl raise her eyebrow: either this guy was incredibly shy, or he was far younger than he wanted to appear and was using some potion or something to pass himself as an adult. Either way, she didn't really mind it all that much – he was cute, especially with those gorgeous green eyes, and, if the tent in his trunks (that he was desperately trying to hide) was any indication, he possessed the equipment to sate her, should they end up doing naughty things with each other. And he definitely would be fun to tease, as her mischievous side added. In other words, if he were to stay there for long enough, it might not be a bad idea to make 'friends' with him. "So..." The girl continued as she walked up to Harry, who was still coming to terms with the fact that he was still alive after having seen a nude female. "I'm Clytie, by the way."

"Harry." The green-eyed wizard replied on autopilot, not even noticing or caring that Clytie sat down on her hunkers quite close to where his lower stomach was.

"Now then, do you want me to give you a hand with your problem?" Clytie asked with a mischievous grin, while nodding towards his still present erection. It took Harry's brain a couple of seconds to process what the girl had asked and the double meaning of her question, but once that happened...

"Wha-? No-no-no!.. I... Um..." The young Potter blurted out, while blushing even deeper shade of red if that was even possible; The orange-haired girl just giggled as she watched his reaction to her teasing...

Despite how awkward their first meeting was, something akin to a friendship still happened between Harry and Clytie, whom, he leaned, was named after one of the Oceanids; also, she herself was a witch from northern Greece, though she spent pretty much every summer there. Finally the orange-haired minx had shared with him the 'hidden meaning' of the tattoo on her shoulder – she got it in honors of her great grandma, who was a Scylla, so those circles indeed stood for the suckers...

Also, as now his friend, Clytie was gracious enough to try and teach the young Potter how to swim. Sure, it could have been done with less teasing, in his opinion, and she could have been wearing something a bit more covering than the barely decent bikini she chose for him, but, to be honest, Harry felt quite good from having a hot girl show her sexuality off in front of him like that, even if it meant that he had to spend quite some time under the cold showers or something like that with how his aged body reacted to her.

As their friendship progressed, Clytie began dragging Harry around to various evening entertainments. And while at first those were more or less decorous, with time it kinda degraded to the beach disco at the seaside bars. That unveiled another 'problem': as the young Potter soon found out, his orange-haired friend both liked to drink some light (and not-so-light too) alcohol but also got drunk rather quickly. And when Clytie was drunk, the amount of teasing and flirting she inflicted upon him grew all but exponentially... So was there any surprise, when one evening Harry, who too wasn't sober, gave in to her attempts of seducing him?

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Narcissa Malfoy sighed as she started at the glass of fine wine in front of her. For some reason, this year her summer vacation wasn't like she wanted it, not at all... It started when Lucius decided that it was a good time to start teaching Draco the Dark Art, which meant that the two most important men of her life weren't going to leave the manor anytime soon. So, Narcissa was left to go on her vacation alone, but it just didn't feel right for her to be alone.

Still, as her vacation to Crete was already well planned and at very least half paid for, the blond witch couldn't find it in herself to cancel her summer plans, so she had to go there by just herself. But maybe she shouldn't have had? Seeing all those happy couples at the beach or the hotels made her feel even more alone – despite the popular belief, her marriage with Lucius wasn't completely loveless – but what she could do with both her husband and her son stuck all the way back at the Malfoy manor? Narcissa briefly entertained herself with a thought of finding herself some hot guy for a week or two of romance, but then she went back on this idea... So, to kill the resurfacing depression from having to be all alone on this vacation, the blond witch gulped down her glass of wine in somewhat unladylike manner, before asking the barmen for another refill...

About an hour later, much more drunk and much more relaxed Narcissa, was entertaining herself with watching the people – most at least half as drunk as her – trying to dance; sure, to her all those people was barely more than colorful blurs, but watching them was still somewhat funny, especially when they attempted to do things that they weren't up to in their current state of un-soberness... At some point, though, her eyes caught one quite interesting (and more than quite affectionate) couple in the dancing crowd: a very colorful orange-haired girl in her very late teens and a young man who looked like a younger James Potter. And for some reason her eyes became glued to this couple...

A couple of dances later the said couple approached the bar to some refreshments for themselves, picking the two stool near where Narcissa was sitting... The blond witch couldn't recognize either of duo that 'joined' her there, nor they knew who she was, but as they all were in various states of being drunk, the conversation started. From there Narcissa's memories were too hazy for her to remember what followed...

The first thing that Narcissa noticed when she woke up the next morning was the fact that she wasn't in her bed or even in the hotel where she was renting a room. She was also naked, though there was nothing wrong with that as the blonde slept in the nude whenever the weather allowed that; she was pleasantly-sore down there, but, most importantly, she wasn't alone in the bed...

Swallowing her fears, the blond witch raised her head to see with whom she managed to end in a bed. It turned out, there actually were two other people in the bed with her – the James-look-alike and his girlfriend from yesterday night – and those two too were completely naked. And the orange-haired girl, whose name Narcissa couldn't really recall, was lying in such a position that the activities of the previous night were more that quite obvious... Unconsciously glancing south, the blond witch saw the reason why she felt like she had just had the best fuck of the last decade – whoever this James-look-alike was, he was well-endowed. And his morning wood was all but throbbing against the orange-haired girl's ass-cheek at the moment.

Blushing slightly, Narcissa tried to think of a way to get out of here, before... Looks like the Luck was not on her side, as the girl – whose name the blond witch still couldn't recall – raised her head from her man's chest and looked at her.

"Mm... Shall we give our Harry a very special 'good morning'?" The girl asked playfully, while carefully (not to wake him up too early, apparently) extracting herself from 'Harry's' loose embrace... Meanwhile Narcissa's mind shut down with only one thought playing in it:

'Harry? I had the best sex I remember with Harry Potter?' But then even this thought was banished as she felt the orange-haired girl's hand gently pull her south...

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Omake I:

Of course, Dumbledore and his men – one greasy Potions master especially – were far from happy with Harry when he finally return to England from his vacation, but other than reproving him sternly, there was little that they could do to him, so with Harry staying with Weasleys for the rest of the summer the life quickly returned back to normal ... Well, not completely to normal, but when anything was normal when Harry was involved?

Especially many questions were asked why it looked like he had a huge growth sprout over the summer. The young Potter, knowing well that he'd get another reproving, along with the lecture on why he shouldn't be so irresponsible, should he tell them the truth, just kept his silence, while smiling conspiratorially...

Anyway, the time for the Quidditch World Cup finals came quickly, and Harry, along with all of the Weasley men went there. Somehow they even had a pretty good seats. Aside from the fact that those seats were right next to the Malfoys' and the tension between the two families definitely was going to make the game not as great to watch... But Harry didn't mind that much, nor he paid any attention to Draco's not-so-subtle attempts to make him make fool of himself – the young Potter had his attention on the lady Malfoy, who proved herself to be quite a MILF back when they both were on their respective vacations on Crete.

Then suddenly the blond witch, sensing his eyes on her, looked at him and, recognizing him for the man she had spent more than one night, even if he hed been under the effects of aging potion back then, winked.

"Hey, mate." Ron asked. "Was it just me, or that... that..." He paused to find a right word to describe Narcissa. "That she winked to you?" Harry shook his head, before discretely winking back to the blond hottie.

"No, you must be seeing things, Ron." He then said to his red-haired friend. Hermione who sat next to them and saw and heard everything just shook her head...

Omake II:

"Mr. Potter, you were very irresponsible!" Madam Pomfrey said sternly. Dumbledore made her check Harry's health as soon as the young Potter arrived to Hogwarts as the old headmaster had his suspicions that some regulated or even banned potions were somehow involved in Harry's sudden growth sprout. "Those potions weren't supposed to be active for more than a couple of days. And what you did? You didn't drink an antidote for several weeks! Irresponsible! We must do something to revert you back to normal while we still have a chance!"

"Why?" The young Potter asked simply, while recalling the way the Gryffindor chasers and even Hermione, not to mention other hotties at Hogwarts, were eying his new body. He had seen this look quite a few times over his vacation, both from Clytie and even from Narcissa, and, to be honest, he grew to enjoy being in the center of girl's attention...

Madam Pomfrey just sighed: why kids this days had to be so difficult?

Adopt this, anyone? I will set only two requirements for your story, if you decide use this:
* the pairing for Harry, if any, should be het. And Ginny is NOT advisable as a partner either.
* You must PM me the link to your story.