Title: Velvet Steel
Author: Saz
Rating: R for m/m slash, graphic sex, language
Disclaimers: I don't own anything; I'm a hobo. Don't sue me cuz you ain't
getting anything.
Notes: plz plz plz review, come on, you know you want to!
Chapter 1: Tequila Shots and Denim Miniskirts.
Harry sat in the London cab on the way to the train station, today was the start of his seventh year at Hogwarts. He was thinking about his friends that he had there but a voice cut through the comfortable silence.
"What if they hate me?"
He looked over at his girlfriend, who would be starting at Hogwarts this term. Her flawless tanned skin was saddened with worry.
"Corra, they'll love you, everyone loves you, "
Harry reassured her, looking deep into her dark brown and deep violet eyes. Harry's girlfriend of five months was joining Hogwarts because her father said her school in Italy had far too many bad memories and pain for her. He felt extremely lucky for having a girlfriend as brilliant as her. Corazón Mambrioni, the girl whom he loved was going to be spending a whole year at school with him. Corra had moved into his flat in London that Sirius Black had arranged for him in May.
Harry felt himself dozing, and his head dropped as he fell asleep.
-Flashback- 7th March 2003
The club was packed. Harry knew he was drunk, and frankly, he didn't care. He surveyed the endless sea of dancers from the bar, looking to see if there was anyone worth going after. The blonde with the tiny gold shirt? Nah, too whore-ish. The rebellious looking girl with the pink hair and the chains? Maybe not, just a bit too scary for Harry's taste. Hmm.what about that girl with the freakin' tiny denim miniskirt and the dark hair? She must have noticed him watching her dancing so she smiled at Harry, her smoky eyes glittering at him, inviting him to dance with her.
So he did.
As he came closer, he realised her skirt had tiny holes and tears in some parts of the denim, showing off black underwear. Her long dark hair was tickling his face softly as they got closer and closer with their dancing. His hands drifted from her waist to her ass, and underneath her skirt, tracing the lines of her thong with his skilled fingers.
Soon enough they were so close that they were completely touching from chest to knee and she whispered in his ear,
"Don't really think we can get much closer than this without getting arrested, honey"
Her voice was low and seductive as she continued speaking,
"Unless you want to take that risk."
He stared at her naughty expression and Harry felt completely paralyzed. He didn't say anything, and she frowned but then laughed. She turned and walked off further into the sea of dancing bodies.
'Tease,' Harry thought and headed back to the bar.
By the time she had come back, he was practically passed out on his bar stool. She sighed and pulled his wallet out of the back pocket of his pants. The girl looked through the various cards, learning his name and current address. She walked out of the club and hailed a cab, showing the guy Harry's address, while pushing Harry into the taxi.
When they reached Harry's flat, she tipped the driver generously and hobbled in, Harry leaning on her shoulder. She stripped off his clothes and left him in his boxers while ushering him into to his bed. She wrote a quick note on the post-its by his bed:
Aren't you lucky to have somebody like me? Love, Corazón x x x x
She stepped out of the bedroom, pulling her shirt off as she walked through the living room and into Harry's bathroom where she showered in the early morning.
-End of flashback-
Harry was woken by Corra tugging on his arm because the cab had stopped.
"Oh," Harry said, shaking his head to try and rid himself of the sleepy feeling.
"We're here."
Chapter 1: Tequila Shots and Denim Miniskirts.
Harry sat in the London cab on the way to the train station, today was the start of his seventh year at Hogwarts. He was thinking about his friends that he had there but a voice cut through the comfortable silence.
"What if they hate me?"
He looked over at his girlfriend, who would be starting at Hogwarts this term. Her flawless tanned skin was saddened with worry.
"Corra, they'll love you, everyone loves you, "
Harry reassured her, looking deep into her dark brown and deep violet eyes. Harry's girlfriend of five months was joining Hogwarts because her father said her school in Italy had far too many bad memories and pain for her. He felt extremely lucky for having a girlfriend as brilliant as her. Corazón Mambrioni, the girl whom he loved was going to be spending a whole year at school with him. Corra had moved into his flat in London that Sirius Black had arranged for him in May.
Harry felt himself dozing, and his head dropped as he fell asleep.
-Flashback- 7th March 2003
The club was packed. Harry knew he was drunk, and frankly, he didn't care. He surveyed the endless sea of dancers from the bar, looking to see if there was anyone worth going after. The blonde with the tiny gold shirt? Nah, too whore-ish. The rebellious looking girl with the pink hair and the chains? Maybe not, just a bit too scary for Harry's taste. Hmm.what about that girl with the freakin' tiny denim miniskirt and the dark hair? She must have noticed him watching her dancing so she smiled at Harry, her smoky eyes glittering at him, inviting him to dance with her.
So he did.
As he came closer, he realised her skirt had tiny holes and tears in some parts of the denim, showing off black underwear. Her long dark hair was tickling his face softly as they got closer and closer with their dancing. His hands drifted from her waist to her ass, and underneath her skirt, tracing the lines of her thong with his skilled fingers.
Soon enough they were so close that they were completely touching from chest to knee and she whispered in his ear,
"Don't really think we can get much closer than this without getting arrested, honey"
Her voice was low and seductive as she continued speaking,
"Unless you want to take that risk."
He stared at her naughty expression and Harry felt completely paralyzed. He didn't say anything, and she frowned but then laughed. She turned and walked off further into the sea of dancing bodies.
'Tease,' Harry thought and headed back to the bar.
By the time she had come back, he was practically passed out on his bar stool. She sighed and pulled his wallet out of the back pocket of his pants. The girl looked through the various cards, learning his name and current address. She walked out of the club and hailed a cab, showing the guy Harry's address, while pushing Harry into the taxi.
When they reached Harry's flat, she tipped the driver generously and hobbled in, Harry leaning on her shoulder. She stripped off his clothes and left him in his boxers while ushering him into to his bed. She wrote a quick note on the post-its by his bed:
Aren't you lucky to have somebody like me? Love, Corazón x x x x
She stepped out of the bedroom, pulling her shirt off as she walked through the living room and into Harry's bathroom where she showered in the early morning.
-End of flashback-
Harry was woken by Corra tugging on his arm because the cab had stopped.
"Oh," Harry said, shaking his head to try and rid himself of the sleepy feeling.
"We're here."