We apparated onto Grimmauld Place and I turned and whispered, 'Harry Potter lives in 12 Grimmauld Place.' Bianca looked confused for a second until the building started shifting and eventually 12 Grimmauld Place appeared between 11 and 13 Grimmauld Place.
'Of course, you would have such mystery surrounding where you live,' she whispered in my ear. 'Good thing I like mysteries,' she added kissing my neck.
I tapped the door with my wand and said, 'Prongs,' and the door opened with a soft noise.
'Who is Prongs?' she asked as she entered. I turned to face her and didn't miss the look of amazement and wonder as she tried to memorize everything from the color of the wall, to the color to the stairs, to the pictures on the wall. Instead of answering I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to me and kissed her. When I kissed her, I saw a flash of red and I closed my eyes because Bianca did not have red hair. Bianca stood in front of me, she was who I should picture while I kissed her.
We kissed and slowly my hand touched her all over, I touched her long thick luscious hair, her slender thighs, shapely behind, her curvaceous breasts, her slender neck, and her small back. Her hands were all over me, in my hair, on my shoulders, on my back, over my pants.
Slowly we made our way upstairs leaving a trail of clothes in our wake and made it to my bedroom in little to no garments left. Bianca pulled away from me and breathlessly said, 'how I have missed you Harry,' and proceeded to kneel before my large member. She smiled up at me and without breaking eye contact took me into her mouth.
'Oh Bianca...' I moaned as she took me into her mouth did wonderful things to me. After 10 minutes I came into her mouth and nearly collapsed onto the bed behind me. I then lifted her into my arms and gently threw her onto the bed and attacked her with kisses as my hand wondered to her deep center. All I heard was, 'Oh Harry,' as I attacked her with my mouth. I was trying not to think and just go with what my large member was telling me to do.
I felt her oozing wetness before I heard her say, 'Harry, oh Merlin Harry.' We soon fell in each other's arms under my huge blankets. 'Harry, blimey that was different,' she whispered in my arms. I looked in my arms and saw a beautiful witch who cared for me and she deserved a fair chance at a relationship. I will do everything in my power to give myself a fair chance at happiness. I had mucked things with Ginny and that was that. I could only move forward.
...
I awoke to an annoying and loud pecking on my bedroom window. I opened my eyes to see a huge gray owl with black eyes, Laurenzo's owl.
I quickly opened my window and let the owl inside my room. I snatched the letter out of the owls leg before it had a chance to scratch me, and the owl flew right out the way it came.
I opened the letter and read it:
Dear Ginny,
I am back in London. I haven't heard from you, maybe the owls got lost. I cannot wait to see you. France was great, my parents are dying to meet you. They have returned with me to see my first game. I hope you can join us for dinner sometime this week.
Sincerely, your boyfriend,
Laurenzo
I debated writing back immediately or going back to bed and decided to go to sleep for a couple more hours and then write back to him when it was daylight out.
I awoke in a couple hours and got ready for a grueling practice. Today would probably be as bad as yesterday with an upcoming game coming up.
The first thing I find when I enter the kitchen is a copy of today's Daily Prophet. On the cover is none other than The Boy who Lived himself, but this time with a woman, a very beautiful woman. My stomach sinks and I ignore it as I looked at the picture that took up the front page, like really no other news happened in London yesterday. On the photograph his arm seems to be around this woman who cannot be much older than us if not the same age. He is seen leaving a pub which I can only guess from my conversation with Hermione last night that it is none other than the new pub in Diagon Alley where Ron went with the Aurors. He is smiling at her and she is smiling back at him.
I wonder who she is? Is she the reason he came back to London or did she come back with him? Why do you care? I don't care I'm just curious, I answer myself because he didn't mention a woman and neither did Ron or Hermione because surely, they would have known. Right? Or maybe they wouldn't mention it thinking I still cared for Harry, which was wrong, because I most definitely do not. He can be happy with this tart or the next tart as if I cared.
THE CHOSEN ONE HAS FOUND LOVE WITH MYSTERY WOMAN!
Harry Potter was seen exiting a crowded pub last night with his arms around a beautiful woman. Did they plan to meet at the pub? Is she the reason he returned to London? Why haven't we seen her before? She is quite beautiful, but who is she? And more importantly where is Ginny Weasley and what will she think when she finds out. The wizarding world is dying to know who has captured The Chosen's Ones heart. As soon as we know you will too.
Why was I being dragged into this? Harry and I have been over for years like why would I care who he dates? I hope he is happy with her!
I heard the floo starting up and I quickly got up to see who it was calling at this hour, it was only 8 o clock, like didn't witches ever sleep. Before I could make it out the kitchen in came bursting in Hermione. She was dressed for work in green robes and her hair was in a tight bun. What could ever make her late to work on purpose. She loved work more than probably Ron himself. What would she have to say that she didn't say last night when they quickly talked via floo.
'Ginny. Ginny. Oh, there you are,' she said stepping into the kitchen. She looked worried and furious at the same time.
'I would of came sooner but Ron insisted you would be sleeping till now. He said I should not wake you,' she said sounding sourly and hugging me. 'I am so sorry had I known any of this I surely would have told you. I didn't know this,' she said crossing her arms in front of her chest.
'Hermione it's okay,' I said reassuring her by putting my arms around her. She probably felt betrayed and left out in the cold. Is it really okay? I ignored the voice in my head and instead thought of how Ron and Hermione must be feeling. Harry came out of nowhere and he was on the Daily Prophet every day and now he shown with some tart. Tart really? And you don't care? Hummmmm. I meant witch, I told myself. No, you did not. You meant what you said sweetie. Wait, why was I talking to myself?
'I mean Ginny, like who is he? Is he still the same Harry we knew? Who is she? I am just not used to not knowing things,' she said rushed out as if one big word as she paced in my kitchen. I saw her point it must be hard not knowing something when she was used to being the smartest in the room. 'I mean like why wouldn't he tell me? I talked to Ron and he says Harry is the same still, but he too does not know anything about her. All he says is last night they were talking and then Harry recognized her, and he went to her. Like he spent ten minutes with her and left. Ron wasn't even introduced to her. So, this isn't new, but still not serious. So, who is she?' she finished her rant sounding very betrayed. Is the fact that she doesn't know something really bothering her so, or is it the fact that Harry has kept her out of the loop really the issue? She was really upset.
'Hermione just talk to him. Guys are stupid, maybe he will tell you all about her. You might even like her,' I told her trying to soothe her. Look at you lying to her, I almost believe you. You don't know this girl and you already don't like her. You are jealous.
'Ginny, maybe you're right,' she conceded.
'Hermione, I am sure once you talk to him, he will tell you everything,' I added hoping I was right because I did not want to deal with an even more upset Hermione. She would wake me in the middle of the night to talk about this like during our time at Hogwarts.
'I must be off to work, and I'll try to find Harry if he hasn't already gone to the Quidditch fields,' she said getting ready to leave.
'What do you mean?' I asked pretending not to know anything.
'Well, the Aurors are going to check all the Quidditch pitches around because there has been mysterious dark magic performed around some Quidditch pitches, so they assume it could all be related,' she explained. This was finally making sense. 'Harry will over see everything and Ron gets to be his second. I an so happy and relieved that Harry will be in charge,' she added.