AN: Continuing my HP/SoA binge writing.
I don't own either of these.
Harrie stared out at the diner window, almost able to feel the heat coming from the outside air. Dusk had fallen just an hour or two ago, leaving the town cloaked in autumn darkness. The town around her was quiet, with the occasional motorcycle and rider passing by, and just right for her purposes. Cars passed by, people on their way from work or school or whatever else mostly normal people did. The dart she had thrown on the map of the US had landed here, after she had filtered the spell for rural towns, towns that had no magical presence whatsoever.
She gave her order to the waitress and placed her arms down on the table, sitting her chin down on her hands. It was around dinnertime, maybe a little bit after seven, and after the past few years, her internal clock was off. Her stomach growled and kept growling as she sighed, pondering the future in front of her.
The bell over the door chimed a couple of times a couple of feet away but she paid it no mind. Her magic curled around her like a warm blanket or like a cool fan, keeping her cool at a mere thought. Sweat still dripped down her back even as something prickled on her neck, her magic tightening.
The two men who slid into her booth like they owned the place stared down at her expectantly. She stiffened, her shoulders curling slightly, and sat up, seeing the waitress come around with her burger. The elder wand hummed in her mind, the energy around it more than a little bloodthirsty, and luckily, the two men waited until the older woman was gone to start talking.
The English accents that the two of them had were not a surprise but more of an irritation. They were both dressed like they had no clue how non magical people actually dressed, a mix and match of shirts and ties and…
"Miss Potter."
"Trent. Frank."
Harrie peered down at her burger, her stomach growling even louder at the french fries next to it. She grabbed one and ate it, dipping it in the ketchup cup that had been provided. She sighed in contentment and ate another one, idly staring at the two wizards across from her, almost daring them to comment.
They both stared at her, firm intent in their eyes.
"We need you back," Frank started.
"You do, huh?" Harrie asked, taking a sip of water and brushing some of her hair out of her face. Some of the strands had once again escaped the tie she had pulled her hair back with this morning but that wasn't new.
"Hmm. Yes. We need your expertise," Trent remarked, quiet and low, as if they didn't want to draw attention to themselves.
"Is that so?"
"Our department has found… new evidence," Trent continued, shrugging and glancing around the diner.
"There's a new movement growing," Frank added, gesturing to her. "One that you might be interested in."
Harrie slipped her fingers around her burger and took a bite, groaning at the taste. She continued to stare at the two men, seeing the waitress staring at her in what looked like worry out of the corner of her eyes. Harrie closed her eyes briefly and pointed at the two men, taking smug pride in seeing them both flinch. They both tried to hide it but she saw the movement, saw their wrists both going for the wands they kept up their sleeves.
"That's funny," Harrie commented, placing her burger down and settling back in her seat.
"What's funny, Potter? We will drag you back to England if we have to," Trent muttered, his voice increasing in volume at least a notch. He glared at her and her lips twitched in idle amusement.
"Mind if I finish my food first?" Harrie asked, pointing down at her food. She heard someone talking on the phone behind the counter, quiet and rushed, before taking another french fry. "Do we really have to hash this conversation out again?"
"Yes. You have the experience. None of us do."
Harrie shrugged. "So… go get some then."
"We don't have the time," Frank said, his eyes flicking to the customers walking past the booth they were in and then back to her. "You fought him for three years and-"
"I fought him for 20 years," Harrie interrupted, her eyes narrowing. "And thank you but no. You can call him by his name now. He's dead and gone. I swear to Merlin… I am not going back."
The two men stared at her even as the sound of a motorcycle or two growled their way down the street outside.
"You taught all of us though. Why the fuck did you abandon us?" Trent asked, his voice growing louder. "You left us!"
"Excuse you. You're not family," Harrie said, blinking in disbelief as she lifted her burger to her mouth again. "I don't even really know you two. I don't owe you anything. I killed the fucker. I'm done."
Distantly she was aware of how they looked, the two British Unspeakables leaning across the table between them, their eyes flashing with anger. And she, sitting here idly, her shoulders curled as if in fear though she knew damn well she could easily take this outside and finish this.
"I even killed a few Death Eaters along the way," Harrie added, raising an eyebrow as she realized that the diner had gone silent around them, most of the customers had walked out. The bell on the door rang again and she half expected it to be the non magical cops. She kept her eyes on the two even as she saw two… bikers? The two men that had come through the door a minute ago were so far from police that she almost laughed, the leather vests covering their chests, the guns tucked into their waistbands or in holsters obvious to her. "What makes you think you two could take me?"
"We're Unspeakables, Potter. We have the authority and power to take you back to England," Frank said through gritted teeth, his eyes tight.
"Yeah…" Harrie trailed off, rolling her eyes, her heart trotting away in her chest, her magic going round and round in circles around her, tensing, coiling like a snake ready to strike. "Did you or did you not hear my plan for the next few weeks? I'm sure the entire fucking world did."
"The boss doesn't give a fuck."
"And which boss would that be?" Harrie asked, leaning forward. She was about to yank one of them closer to her only for someone to clear his throat.
"Are these two men bothering you, darlin'?"
Harrie blinked and peered at the two bikers who had come to stand in front of their booth. The one who had spoken was blond and hot, bright blue eyes intent on her. He wore a flannel shirt underneath the leather vest, the patches on the vest drawing her eye. As well as the big ass knife on his hip. He still wore gloves on his hands, thin ones, and half her thoughts trailed downward into the gutter at the sight.
"This doesn't concern you," Trent muttered, keeping his eyes on her.
"The fuck it doesn't," Blondie remarked, his eyes flashing dangerously. "You two need to leave."
"No, we don't," Frank said. "This is a diner. It's a free country."
Harrie ran a hand through her hair, trying to keep the strands in the tie. She took half a second to take in the fact that everyone else had suddenly made themselves scarce. It was just her, the two British Unspeakables and the two bikers. "Uh, not when you're threatening to drag me back to England. If you were gonna drag me back to Scotland, yeah, sure, I'd go with you. In a few months, sure. As it is… No. Hell no."
"We need you," Trent hissed, his eyes narrowing as his fingers clenched around his wand.
The two bikers shuffled and rocked back on the heels of their feet. Blondie dropped his hand down to the probable gun at his waistband and Harrie scowled.
"I have plans! Alright, I have plans and nowhere in them does it say, go back to England and get used again! I came here to get laid, pass the fuck out for a week and then… maybe have some waffles!" Harrie hissed back, seeing Blondie's lips twitch, the beginnings of a smirk. "I came here to think about career paths so fuck off. Or we finish this out back."
Trent and Frank stared at her and she glared at them, her blood racing and roaring.
"You have a career path," Frank exclaimed, his eyes narrowing as he glanced between her and the two bikers blocking their way. "It's not here!"
"Like hell it is. If the lady isn't going with you, you need to get the fuck out of here," Blondie ordered, pointing towards the door. "She said no and take your guns with you."
Harrie grinned faintly at his words, her lips twisting up, baring more teeth than was probably acceptable in public. "Alright. Career path thought about. Hey, blondie?"
The other biker snorted and blondie raised an eyebrow, faint amusement in his eyes.
"Yeah, babe?"
Harrie shivered and heat filled her, making her have to fidget a little. She shrugged it off, goosebumps sliding down her arms as he looked at her. By his cocky smirk, he knew exactly the effect he had on her.
"You think world domination is a valid career path?"
Blondie laughed, his eyes lighting up, and Harrie smiled, her heart skipping a beat or two. The other biker snorted, letting out a huff of laughter. "Too complicated, I think."
"Too much paperwork," Harrie deadpanned, nodding in agreement, and Blondie grinned, matching her beat for beat. "And yet… Voldemort thought it was a valid career path, Trent. You and your lot let children fight your war. I am done with England, got it? Retired."
"Retired, lass? You're only in your twenties," the other biker said and Harrie looked up at him, seeing the unusual scar on his lower face. His dark eyes were half amused, half intent as he looked at her, and more importantly… tracing up her face to end up on her scar. His eyes widened minutely as he stared at her scar for another few seconds before looking to Blondie, muttering something to him.
"Retired. Yep. I am done chasing… criminals. The world can fuck itself for all I care," Harrie finished, finally taking another french fry and popping it in her mouth. "So… what's it gonna be?"
Trent and Frank stared at her and then forcibly deflated.
"We'll get you back somehow," Trent muttered.
Harrie reached out and yanked him towards her, over the table, at the words. He stiffened under her fingers and she grinned, speaking into his ear so that the bikers wouldn't hear her. "I am capable of things that would give you nightmares so I'd reconsider."
Frank paled and Trent shuddered in her grasp before Trent finally nodded.
"You go tell whichever boss you answer to that I'm saying no."
"Alright, princess."
Harrie froze, her stomach roiling at the words, and then punched him, quick and easy. "You don't even know the half of it, Trent. Now get the fuck out of the US."
His nose blood and bled profusely as they quickly slipped back out of the booth, cautiously passing the bikers and hurriedly walking out of the diner. Harrie flexed her fingers and sighed, taking a mournful look down at her burger. "Ahhh. They made me lose my appetite."
Blondie and the other biker peered down at her, watching her wearily.
"It's fine," Harrie muttered, meeting Blondie's eyes. "I'm not about to blow the place up or anything. Carry on with whatever you were doing. Or were not doing before this. Fuck."
"You in trouble?" Blondie asked, his eyes flicking between her and the now empty seat across from her.
"No. They knew better," Harrie answered, pushing another strand of hair out of her face. "Thank you though. I didn't… need the help."
"Sure you didn't."
Harrie glared at him and he smirked at her, more of an easy smile now. She breathed out and grinned slowly, taking in the sight of him now, more fully, and liking what she saw. "I half expected the police."
"We're not the cops," Blondie said.
"Obviously. But you're… who the waitress called first," Harrie remarked. "So you're either better than the cops or… something else."
"The latter option, lass," the other biker said.
"We're the something else," Blondie returned, his lips curling up all lopsided grin, his eyes flashing with heat. "You mean what you said earlier?"
Harrie raised an eyebrow even as a deeper, lower heat filled her, arousal hitting her like a stunning spell. "Possibly. You got plans for the night?"
Blondie's smile deepened. "Nah. You want to take a ride?"
"Sure. I could be persuaded," Harrie teased, her breathing hitching as he smiled at her, easy as he pleased. "I'm Harrie."
"Jax."
"You sure you can handle me?" Harrie asked, sliding out of the booth and facing him on eye level now.
Jax grinned and winked at her, licking his lips. "Pretty sure I can."
"Jackie boy, I'll leave you to it. We good?"
"Yeah, Chibs. See you later."
Harrie didn't even notice the other man leave, too focused on Jax, as the guy took a step into her space. He looked her over, reaching out a gloved hand to brush some of her hair out of her face, and heat danced through her body.
"Sure about that?" Harrie tried, following Jax as he led the way out of the diner, over to his bike.
Jax grinned at the woman as he slid onto his bike, kicking the stand back up. "Yeah. I'm pretty sure about that."
Harrie matched his grin with a smaller one of her own, but no less heated. She licked her lips in return as he handed her his helmet. He watched as she glanced at him and then up at the night sky above them, her bright green eyes sparking with something. Her long black hair was mostly tied back, his fingers itching to curl into those strands. Watching her defy those two men, whoever they had been, had been hot, the steel in her voice even more so. Stubborn and unafraid and there was not a hint of recognition in her eyes when she had seen him.
"I've only ever ridden on a motorcycle twice in my life," Harrie said before she slung her body over his bike, fitting the helmet over her head. "Once when I was one and then again when I was 17. Both times were at night."
"Yeah? You remember both?"
Harrie shook her head before slipping her arms around his waist, making him shudder at the want that flooded him. Her small breasts pushed against his back through her shirt as he turned around on the bike, thumbing the engine on. The bike roared to life underneath them and Jax guided it out on the road, headed for the closest motel.
She twitched and moved with him, her little movements echoing his as they rode through town. Charming was quiet tonight and for that, he was thankful. He had too many thoughts going through his head, too many directions he was being torn in. His son being born with holes in his chest, his drug addict of an ex wife in the hospital, Tara being… whatever the fuck she was being, and the club. Losing the gun warehouse, gun running… His father's manuscript...
He turned left onto a side street, picking a motel that he'd been to before and parking his bike. Jax slipped off his bike and held out his hand for her, seeing her watch him. She took his hand and let him help her off, taking a few steps away but still sticking close.
"I'll go grab us a room."
Harrie nodded, swallowing at whatever was on his face, and just before he turned around, before he strode off to the office, something mischievous flashed through her eyes. She reached out, curling her fingers into his cut, and yanked him into a kiss, no ifs or buts about it, straight up hot want in her eyes. Jax groaned and met her halfway, wrapping his arms around her and backing her up until he heard her hit his bike. A low moan left her throat, making his cock twitch, making his blood roar almost like a bike.
He smirked into the kiss, his heart rumbling in his chest, and swiped his tongue against hers, warm and wet and hot. She leaned into him further as if she was trying to curl into him further, trying to edge her way into his arms, not quite like a sweetbutt, but more. More confidence and yet there was quiet hesitation in her eyes and he had to take a breather, leaning back, her forehead leaning against his.
She was breathing heavily, her pupils blown, her lips kiss bruised and Jax blinked, bringing up a hand to cup her cheek.
"This okay?" Jax questioned, his voice hoarse with want.
Harrie nodded, leaning into his palm. "I just… i'm not used to getting… doing what I want. It's all been about what others want. Harrie, do this. Harrie, do that or the world will end. No, you're not allowed to do or say that, Harrie. Stay in that abusive household or you'll end up getting killed elsewhere. Harrie, this fight is all on you. It's just you."
Jax stared at her, tilting his head in confusion. She grinned faintly. "Long story."
"You stayed in an abusive household?"
"Not what I want to be thinking or talking about now, Jax," Harrie retorted, giving him a small push towards the office. "I want to be fucked properly."
"Well, darlin', if that's what you want, I can't very well say no to you," Jax remarked, smirking at her even as all his blood ran south full tilt, making him a little lightheaded. She grinned as if she knew what her words had done to him.
"I wasn't even going to be picky, you know!" Harrie yelled over to him, watching as he walked off. Jax stepped into the office, his steps hurried, and she grinned, her heart beating like it wanted to gallop out of her chest as the kiss flashed through her mind. "Man, woman, werewolf, vampire! Hey, even a selkie… I'd be interested in that. Or… a threesome! Oooh…"
"But hey…" Harrie trailed off as she caught sight of Jax leaving the office a moment later, heat in his eyes as he stalked towards her. "You'll do. I suppose."
"You suppose?" Jax echoed, something predatory in his walk, all hot confidence and swagger. He stopped right before her, backing her up to his bike and making her hit the metal frame with a light thump. She shivered at the look in his eyes, full of open want, and then yelped as he grabbed her, picking her up in one movement and swinging her up into his arms.
She rolled her eyes even as she inhaled the scent of him, smelling cigarette smoke, leather, metal, and shivering. She poked his shoulder and met his eyes, heat rippling through her. "This… isn't some serial killer thing, right?"
Jax laughed as he carried her over to one of the rooms, kicking the door open with a foot. "Nope."
He walked them into the room and she shoved the door closed behind them, reaching out an arm before curling around his broad shoulders. She could feel the gun tucked away in his waistband and shuddered at it, wondering as to who she was about to let fuck her.
"Good. Cause I don't want to…" Harrie stopped, breathing out a moan as he lowered her down to the mattress slowly, letting her slide against his hard cock. His pupils were blown, his eyes almost fully dark with arousal. She watched with wide eyes, heat coiling in her, as he stripped, letting the leather vest drop to the floor, his flannel shirt, revealing tanned, muscular skin. He pulled out a condom from a pocket in his jeans and put it on the dresser next to the bed before turning back to her.
Jax smirked at her, meeting her eyes, as he shucked off his shoes. Those white tennis shoes that were so unlike other bikers she had seen. He unbuckled his jeans easily and then let those fall off too, standing before her, naked. His cock was already hard, straining for attention, and she shivered, a noise leaving her throat. She swallowed at the sight, licking her lips, and reached down to shuck off her own shoes, her jeans, throwing them somewhere off the bed.
She could feel Jax's eyes on her, that heated gaze following her every movement as she undressed. Aware of each scar she revealed, the burn on her left hip from the dragon in her fourth year to the knife wound she had picked up in that cemetery. Jax inhaled sharply at each, putting his knee on the bed and pushing her legs apart to slide in between. Goosebumps trailed up her skin as his fingertips trailed up her calves, gently, cautiously.
Jax slid up her body, pushing her shirt up and off-throwing it off the bed somewhere- and leaned down, letting his tongue trace a path up from her waist to her breasts, pausing at the red blossoming mark right at her breastbone. The mark that the second killing curse had left on her, red and ugly. He looked up at her, into her eyes, and she shook her head, curling her fingers around his back, urging him on.
"I swear to Merlin if you stop…" Harrie trailed off, sucking in a sharp breath as he reached down to splay his palms over her inner thighs, brushing his fingers over her pussy and making lightning shoot through her. Heat made her tremble, made her eyes flutter closed, her fingers digging into his back.
"You'll kill me?" Jax teased, licking a sharp line of heat up her chest, playing with a nipple.
"Yes, you asshole," Harrie retorted, opening her eyes to look down at him, as he slid up her body. She bucked up into his fingers as he traced through her folds, playing with her but not getting- She let out a noise that was half growl, half want, and Jax matched it with a groan, feeling her arch and buck underneath him. "I will fucking kill you and than bring you back and- Fuck."
"Little bloodthirsty… there," Jax muttered, grinning up at her as he cupped one of her breasts and thumbed over the nipple, nipping little bites into her skin, into her waist.
"You try going without for… a few… years," Harrie returned, her breathing hitching as he pressed a light hand into her stomach, holding her down as he slipped a finger into her. She whined at the sensation, half remembered quick pleasure from years ago echoing through her mind.
"Christ, you're already so wet," Jax murmured, meeting her eyes and crooking his finger in her. She groaned and tried to move, failed, as he slipped another finger into her and stretched her open, fully open for him. Her muscles clenched around him, making him groan. His fingers hit that spot inside her, pressing the pad of his finger against her clit, shooting shocks of pleasure through her body. She shook as sweat dripped down her forehead, down her back, making the sheet stick to her back.
Jax looked down at her, as he withdrew his fingers, the slippery sound of her curling around him. She looked gorgeous, all splayed out beneath him, writhing on the bed, trying to move underneath his palm. His cock twitched and hardened even more, almost aching with need. He quickly reached out for the condom he had put on the dresser, opened it with his teeth, and slipped it on, panting with need and hunger.
A sound left his throat at the sight of her, sweaty and responsive and beautiful. He reached up to curl his fingers through her hair, tugging out the tie that kept that black hair together and pulled it out. Her hair spilled out from the tie, falling through his fingers, like a black halo. Messy in reality, strands of it curling around his fingers.
"Fuck. Look at you," Jax muttered, sliding his hands down her body, tugging lightly at one breast and the other, a groan leaving his throat. She glared at him even as he pushed her thighs apart even more, her legs strewn on either side of him, and lined himself up, shoving into her in one movement. Harrie let out a loud gasp, curling one hand into his hair and tugging. Pleasure and heat shot through him, his balls drawing up.
"You're… fuck… not so bad to look… at either," Harrie muttered hoarsely, her voice drawn with pleasure as her muscles clenched around him, trying to pull him in deeper. "Jax."
He sucked in a sharp inhale, groaning at the wet heat that surrounded him, took a moment to breathe, leaning against her collarbone. His face tucked up into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply, smelling the faintest scent of wood, of lilies, of… something that smelled like ozone, like what the air smelled like right before a rainstorm. Her fingers dug into his back, bucking up into him, moving around his cock.
"I'm… close," Harrie murmured, low, desperate and hot and Jax groaned, leaning up onto his elbows and fucking her. He pulled out a little, the wet sounds of their fucking filling the room, as he thrust in again, making the bed underneath them creak and groan. The shitty motel bed with the shitty springs moved with them as he reached down a hand, rubbing circles into her skin, trailing up. He leaned down to kiss her again, swallowing up a moan, as he fucked her, hard and deep, feeling her muscles clench around him.
Harrie grunted a moment later, as he rubbed the pad of his thumb against her pussy, curling around him. Jax groaned as he came along for the ride with her, falling off that edge, pleasure rocketing through him, making his vision grey out at the edges.
"I'm gonna be feeling that for a while," Harrie muttered, throwing a hand over her eyes as she slowly came back to awareness. The smell of cigarette smoke filled the room above her and she looked over to where Jax was sitting next to her, his back to the headboard of the bed. He held a cigarette in his hand, his eyes lost in thought. "Hey, no ruining the afterglow."
She reached out a lazy hand and flicked him on his side, feeling all that hot skin next to her. She yawned and curled closer towards him before sitting up, her eyes narrowing. "What's up?"
Jax turned to look at her and then shook his head. "Nothing to worry about, darlin'. You alright?"
Harrie frowned. "You sure? I've been told I'm an excellent listener."
"You gonna tell me what was going on in the diner?" Jax questioned, raising an eyebrow. "If you tell me, I'll tell you."
Harrie sighed even as the little tiny aftershocks of pleasure curled through her. Jax was still naked, his sweaty body gorgeous. "I can't tell you much of it but I'll explain what I can."
"You on the run?"
"Not… as such. I'm on vacation," Harrie muttered, elbowing him. "I'm not in trouble or anything. I just wanted a week of peace while I figure out the whole life thing. And sex with a attractive man was definitely a bonus."
"You were talking about werewolves and vampires," Jax commented, taking a drag of his cigarette and blowing out smoke in the other direction. "That mean anything to you?"
"Ahh, fuck. Can you just forget I said that?"
"Chibs said he knew of you," Jax added, meeting her eyes.
"Chibs?"
"A friend. He's a Son," Jax explained warily.
Harrie raised an eyebrow and Jax smiled faintly. "Forgot you ain't from around here. It's… refreshing."
"I get that," Harrie offered, shrugging at the question in Jax's eyes. "I'm… famous back in England in a few circles. It gets… tiring after a while."
Jax nodded, his eyes flashing with something. "That princess comment?"
"Yeah."
"I get called the prince around here," Jax spoke, shaking his head. "My father's the President of SAMCRO and I'm supposed to lead after him."
"SAMCRO?"
"Sons of Anarchy. Redwood Original. We're a motorcycle club," Jax explained, melting further back against the bed. He yawned and kept his mouth open for a moment more before she yawned too, slipped up and over him, straddling his waist. Jax blinked at her, like a sleepy puppy or something, and Harrie grinned.
"How about for a night, don't think about it?" Harrie asked, meeting his eyes steadily. She could see the knife as well as the gun on the floor, her sleepy mind refusing to think about what his confidence bearing those weapons meant. Though… it wasn't like she could say anything about it. The elder wand had slipped itself onto the dresser on the other side of the table and her words to the Unspeakables… She had seen and done a lot of shit in the last few years of Voldemort's… reign. "I don't think about my issues and you don't think about yours?"
Jax smirked at her, his fingers curling into her hips. "I have a kid in the hospital and an addict of an ex wife in the same hospital too."
Harrie flinched, her heart falling into her stomach at his quiet voice, even as Jax's cock hardened under her. "Well shit… I just fought in a war for ¾ of my life and just now am getting out. I've killed people and… occasionally tortured people."
Jax stared at her, his blue eyes widening a little bit. "That is a lot of shit."
"I think so too," Harrie offered, rolling her hips over his, making him gasp. "One night? Think we can do one night?"
"It's a deal," Jax finally said, thrusting against her, making them both groan.
"Then I'm getting waffles in the morning," Harrie muttered, flopping against his chest. "And don't you dare get in the way of that."
Jax laughed and wrapped his fingers around one of her breasts while stubbing out his cigarette on the dresser ashtray. "I wouldn't try."