A/N: Hey People! Here is the much anticipated? CHAPTER 13!!! Haha, it's not
AS long as the other chapters but yah, I wrote this in a week so, you
know!! Haha, usually I write stuff at my own pace, but I kinda rushed this
and ya. I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up so just stay
tooned...haha...It's like your watching TV!! Lol man im so hyper...okie....nuff
blabbin, enjoy!
Special thanks to Deeanna (dmc-angeldudette) for editing...luv ya hun!!! *hugs and kisses*
Oh, and a special thanks to all the reviewers and people who read this....THANKS!!! I wouldn't be writing it if it weren't for you guys!! LOVE YA ALL!! EVEN THE FLAMMERS!!!! MWAH!!!!
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WARNING: This chapter has adult content, hence, the rating.
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~ Chapter 13 ~
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A Night To Remember
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Harry had the odd sensation of being watched when Rachel and him entered Honeydukes. Then again, the place was so full of people that it would be impossible to NOT be watched. Still, something inside Harry felt somewhat wrong with the atmosphere. He tried to shake it off as Rachel led him to the counter where a very stressed-out and harassed looking Mrs. Avalon was busy attending to the customers.
"'Morning dears" Mrs. Avalon mumbled as Rachel and Harry arrived beside her.
"'Mornin' mum." Rachel answered. Harry followed suit.
"Just go upstairs and drop all your things in the regular place. Harry," she looked up at him, and then continued "Just put his things in the living room. I'm not sure where he'll be sleeping yet..."
"Err, ok." Rachel answered rather awkwardly. "Do you need any help in here mum? It's mad."
"No, no dear, I'm fine." Mrs. Avalon answered. "Claire just went out for a bite to eat, she'll be in here in about five minutes I think. You two just go on upstairs."
"Ok then..." Rachel answered as her and Harry turned to leave.
As they opened the back door and made their way up the winding staircase, Rachel said, "Mum seems distracted. It's unlike her to be this stressed out. She loves this job, she's never strained by it..."
"Maybe it's her old age" Harry suggested.
Rachel stopped in her tracks, causing Harry to bump into her, lose his balance and nearly topple off the stairs. Luckily Rachel grabbed him before he completely stumbled backwards.
"Oh, geeze!" Harry exclaimed. "I almost died there!"
"WHAT did you say about my mother?" Rachel said, exasperated.
"What did I say?" Harry asked, trying to ignore the fact that he almost fell to his death, as the stairs were very narrow and very steep.
"You called my mother OLD!" Rachel said, her eyes twinkling.
"Did I?" Harry asked, trying to act dumb. Rachel nodded. "Well, I guess I did then, didn't I?" He laughed and grabbed Rachel by the waist.
"No you don't," she laughed, backing away. She turned around and started walking up the stairs again. Harry grabbed her waist as they walked, their things floating up behind them.
When they got up the stairs, Harry took a good look around. They were in a small hallway with creaking wooden floors. They made their way through the door, which lead to a very small, and very dirty kitchen. Dishes were all over the place, filthy and some even cracked. It smelled horrible and there were food stains all over the floor, as well as the countertops.
"What the...?" Rachel whispered.
"What is it?" Harry asked, trying to breathe through his mouth; the smell was so nasty and unbearable.
"It smells as if someone died in here." Rachel said. Harry nodded. But suddenly Rachel turned around to Harry with tears filling up in her eyes. "Mum is the cleanest person I know!" She said barely in a whisper, Harry had to struggle to hear her.
Just then, a pile of plates fell to the floor and made a loud noise that shook the floor. They both jumped up, startled.
"Oh my god..." Rachel whipped out her wand to clean up the mess when Mrs. Avalon burst in through the door.
"What in the devil are you two doing up here?" Mrs. Avalon asked, looking up at Harry.
Harry flushed as he tried to explain. "These plates just fell to the floor, we didn't even touch them–"
"MUM! What the hell is wrong with you?" Rachel cut off Harry, her face tinged with red from her anger.
Mrs. Avalon looked from the broken plates on the floor, to her daughter. "What are you talking about dear?"
"This place! Look at it! It's a pigsty. You're a clean freak! You'd never let the place get into such a mess!"
"Oh, well," Mrs. Avalon flushed. "I've just been really busy, hunny. You know how mad it can get here sometimes." Rachel glared at her, but she just shrugged it off. "Listen, I must get back, it's really busy today. And clean up that mess off plates, I don't have time." And with that she left. Harry heard her running down the stairs.
Rachel stared after her mother, dumbstruck. "Are you alright?" Harry asked.
"Yes, I'm fine. She's just, acting odd lately. Maybe it is the old age." She looked at Harry and they both laughed. "Here, let me clean up those plates." And with a flick of her wand, the plated repaired themselves and were neatly placed in a nice stack on the floor. "C'mon, lets keep moving." Rachel said. They both stepped over the plates and made their way to the next room.
Now they were in the main room, which lead to a bathroom and two bedrooms, as Harry could see. It wasn't very big, but it looked very comfy, considering it was over a store. The room was very untidy as well, Harry noticed.
Rachel sighed. "Sorry about the mess," She mumbled. "I've never seen this place so cluttered before."
"It's alright, don't worry about it, I don't mind." Harry said.
Rachel sighed again. Then she pointed to the door closest to their left. "That's my room, come on, I'll show you. Watch the stuff on the floor though..."
Harry followed Rachel. Through the pile of clothes and books on the floor, they made their way to Rachel's room. The door was only open ajar, but when she opened it fully, Harry thought he would have a heart attack.
The whole room was black, from the paint on the walls, to the bed sheets. Every bit that could be black...was.
Rachel noticed the surprised look on Harry's face because she said, "It's black, I know. It's very peaceful, and the space doesn't look as empty as it really is. Well, it's peaceful for me anyway." She smiled. "Come on in." They made their way into her room. Harry sat on her bed as Rachel began to unpack the few things she had.
"I think I would be scared to sleep in here." Harry said truthfully.
Rachel laughed. "I guess you would. I wake up a lot at night, and I like not seeing anything because it's so dark, it helps me to fall asleep again faster. And when I work in here, I'm not distracted by any colors. My other option was white, but that would look too plain." She looked at Harry and smiled.
"Wow..." Harry said. He looked around again, and Rachel continued unpacking.
"That's the bathroom if err, you need one while you're here." Rachel pointed to the door opposite them. "There's also the main one in the main room which has a shower and what not, if you ever feel dirty."
"Are you saying I smell or something?" Harry asked, grinning.
"That's exactly what I'm saying." Rachel answered, as she walked toward Harry. "Come here you smelly brat!" She said, as she pushed Harry down onto the bed, and started kissing him.
Harry felt his heart start to beat faster as his blood lever rose. But before anything else happened, Rachel got off of him. "Mum might come in. Can't take that risk." She winked. "Later, I promise."
"Ok." Harry smiled, and they made their way back to the living room.
Rachel sighed again as she looked at the mess. "We'd better clean this up. Make it livable, you know." She took out her want and started clearing things off the floor.
"Alright," Harry said, doing the same thing.
They spent half an hour cleaning up the room, then they made their way to the kitchen and started cleaning up in there.
When they finished, they looked around. "Well, that's more like it!" Rachel beamed.
"I can actually see the color of the floor now." Harry laughed.
Rachel threw a fake punch at him. "My mum's old, remember?" They both laughed.
"Alright, time to go shopping!" Rachel shouted. "Woo hoo!"
"Shopping?" Harry asked.
"Yup! We have to go buy some things for the funeral. You don't expect to go in that?" Rachel asked, eyeing Harry's oversized plaid shirt and baggy jeans.
"Of course not." Harry answered. "Let me just get some money."
"Ok." Rachel said. When Harry took out his money, they made their way back down the stairs, Harry walking down very carefully so as not to fall. They said hurried goodbyes to Mrs. Avalon as they passed by the counter because she was very tied down with a very demanding wizard.
"I feel kind of bad for mum." Rachel said as they made their way down the street.
"Yea, she does look very stressed out and tired." Harry supposed.
"It's weird though. She's always been such a clean freak..." Harry thought that maybe Rachel was worrying about nothing, but didn't say anything to her as they walked in silence.
They spent the rest of the day shopping in all the different shops. Rachel stopped in nearly all of them, as Harry, rather reluctantly, followed her. Harry bought a nice set of navy blue wizard robes in "Burdex" which held a large selection of very fashionable, and up to date wizard wear. And with some urging from Rachel, he bought a matching hat to go with the robes.
When Rachel finally tried out her last set of bracelets to go with her very chic robes and purchased it, it was almost seven in the evening. It was pouring rain outside, so they decided to just go back home and start getting ready for the day ahead.
When they got back to Honeydukes, Mrs. Avalon was just about to leave when she saw them coming in.
"OH! There you two brats are!" She screeched.
"Brats?" Rachel repeated.
Mrs. Avalon laughed at the look on both Harry and Rachel's faces. "You know I was just playing around dears." Harry and Rachel looked at each other. "I'm just really excited that's all. Just been invited to a very close friend of mine's wedding! Mildred and Algernon, the cutest couple around. I just KNEW they were going to end up getting married." She beamed.
"Well, that's great news mum. When is it?" asked Rachel. "Oh, in May, dear. But listen, I must be off. Very important meeting to go to." Ms. Avalon walked up to Rachel and kissed her forehead. She was just about to do the same thing to Harry when a bolt of lightening and thunder shook the floor. "Oh dear. I better be off. I'm not sure what time I'll be back, so, just go to sleep without me. Bye." And with that, she stepped out of the shop and disappeared in the sheet of rain and darkness.
"She's leaving?" Harry asked.
"A meeting? At this mad hour?" Rachel asked just as confused as Harry, but she shook it off. "Whatever. I'm tired, let's go upstairs." And she started walking away.
When they got to the apartment, Harry looked around and noticed that his things had been moved. They were now sitting by the large window all neatly stacked up. He thought it to be odd, but didn't think more about it.
It was very dark in the room, and all they could hear was the sound of rain hitting the roof and some thunderclaps now and then. Harry turned around to look at Rachel, but she had gone into her room and closed the door. He wanted to follow her in, and start smothering her with kisses, but thought better of it. Instead, he walked over to the couch, and collapsed on it. He lay there for a couple of minutes just listening to the rain hitting the roof, and the distant sound of peoples shouting voices.
He thought about tomorrow, how they would be going down to London to watch the funeral ceremony of Rachel's father and brother. He thought how sad Rachel would be, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for her. He knew what it felt like to loose the ones you loved most truly in life...
His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden bang of an opening door hitting the wall. He scrambled up, wand ready. But when he turned around, what met his eyes was shocking enough that he dropped his jaw, and his wand.
Rachel was standing before him wearing a hot, crimson, lace bra, with a long, sheer, white blouse on top, and the shortest, but sexiest low-rise black kilt he had ever seen in his life. She smiled at the look of shock on Harry's face, and Harry couldn't help but get a boner.
He got off the bed, took Rachel in his arms, and started kissing her on the neck, and slowly making his way to her ear, behind the ear, the cheek, and then her lips. He kissed them slowly for a bit, but then she started to part his lips with her tongue and Harry felt it caressing the sides of his mouth.
He started to unbutton his shirt, but then Rachel whispered, "No, not in here, let's go into my bedroom." She smiled and took his hand and started leading him to her room. But Harry stopped and picked her up off the floor and carried her to her room, and gently placed her on her large, black bed.
The room was dimly lit with about a dozen candles scattered around the walls, which had a very faint scent of cinnamon The sky outside was dark, and the rain was quietly falling on the windows. Rachel began to unbutton Harry's shirt, and while she did, he kissed her silently on her neck. He could tell she loved it, as Rachel breathed with bliss. She threw his shirt on the floor, and began to kiss his broad chest. Harry began feeling the familiar tingle now. He couldn't help but feel safe in her arms, in her bed, kissing her, caressing her body, with passion like none other.
He began to slowly take off her blouse and touched her beautiful, fully firm, curvy breasts under her bra. Harry seized the clasp behind her, and unhinged them. Rachel laughed as he struggled. She shuddered as his hands stroked her gently across her small shoulder blades. He massaged her breasts, cupping the undersides with loving care. Rachel moaned as his thumbs rubbed her nipples. He loved that sound of exposure, and damn, he wanted to hear more of it. He wanted to hear her whimper in utter pleasure, scream his name, scream for more.
Rachel was kneeling on the bed and was fiddling around with his hair. Harry then began to work his way up her lovely thighs. She kissed the back of his ear, and playfully nibbled on it. He found her silk thong with his hands, and slowly pulled it down. She started giggling when he got to her knees, but she positioned herself so Harry could remove them off of her completely.
They began to kiss very intensively then. She bit his lip lightly, and Harry thought he was going to explode with pleasure. As they frenched, Harry made his way up her thighs again. He stroked her inner thighs slowly and heard her groan softly in his ear. Ever so slowly, he moved his hand farther, until he could feel his finger within. She made a loud gasp. She gasped even more, breathing faster as Harry kept going in. A couple minutes later, Harry kissed a trail down to her thighs. He started halfway up her inner thighs until he eventually heard Rachel's cry, as he entered her soft flesh.
He licked her insides as she squirmed with delight. Rachel grasped his hair and surrendered to the chaos his wet contact stirred. He let his tongue slither up to her chest. He lightheartedly kissed her breasts, and made his way up to her lips again. She kissed him with all her desire, tasting him with delight, savoring him with passion. She was trapped between Harry's legs. She felt his hard arousal. It was time to extend the borders of security.
Suddenly, she broke away and flipped over to position him on the black, comfy sheets. They looked at each other seductively. Slowly, she began to take Harry's jeans off. As she did, Harry heard himself sigh in pleasure. The best was yet to come, and this was only the beginning. Rachel threw her bra along with Harry's shirt, which landed with her blouse beside the foot of the bed.
Rachel giggled, as she looked at Harry, naked in front of her. Harry frowned, but Rachel whispered, "Just one more baby." He let her erotic touch take off his boxers and smiled with excitement.
"I love you Rachel. I respect you and would do anything for you to be happy."
"I love you too, Harry. And you know I would do anything for you too. Especially this." They looked into each other's eyes, and he understood what she meant. She wanted to, and for her to give Harry such a gift was to die for. Heck, he'd die happy right there and then in her arms. "Fly, baby fly." Rachel said, as she bent down and started stroking him, he thought he would burst, and he did, right into her mouth. She simply smiled and swallowed. The liquid drooled the side of her check. It was his time to cry. Harry moaned as she felt Rachel taste him. She drove him wild for a minute or two before she rose to see his face. He opened his eyes, grinned, impressed. They frenched again. His right hand moved down below her stomach again, to her thighs. When he felt the wetness there, he almost lost control. "So sweet, so soft." He said. His finger slowly penetrated her insides once more. Rachel whimpered tenderly as she welcomed the rush of blazing ecstasy consuming her.
When he finished, he sucked her nipples. He sucked until they felt firm. They were very tender, and he loved how Rachel was holding him while he did great things to her. She didn't want the feeling to stop.
Then, Rachel lay down on the bed, and Harry stared at her. "Are you sure?" He asked her, clearly unsure whether to proceed or not. They were dotted with sweat. Their fiery loved had been proven so far. Do they dare take it to the next level?
There was a short silence, when all that could be heard was the soft sound of rain hitting the window, when Rachel said, "I'm sure, I'm ready. Don't stop now."
Harry couldn't help but smile. He looked at Rachel, her beauty shining at him. Not just her body, but also the smile she was giving him, the warm, gorgeous, welcoming grin. And her eyes, how they shone brightly with the love the two of them were sharing. He knew this was right, he knew ever since he met her, that this would be THE girl, that this was HIS girl. He knew it, and he knew that she knew it too.
He slowly made his way on top of her, into a comfortable position. He was scared that he would do it wrong, and he began to sweat again. His nerves began to get the best of him and he began to shake. He saw Rachel fidgeting around, unsure at what was happening. But then she noticed that Harry was shaking.
She took his hand in hers, and said softly, "Don't be afraid Harry. It's all right. Just relax. This is my first time too, and I'm glad it's with you. I know this is right. I can feel it, something deep inside me is telling the truth. I've never felt this way about anyone before. I just love you so much, and I want to prove it to you." Harry felt both the warmness of her hands and words that calmed him down.
He couldn't help but feel her love, and he wanted her to feel his love. "I love you so much." He said, and she beamed. Her reassurance gave Harry strength to go on.
"Ok..." She said, clearly ready for Harry to begin.
But he had to make sure of something first. "You were tight before, so this might hurt," he said uncertainly.
"I know, I'm ready," She said, then, seeing the concerned look on Harry's face, she said, more firmly, "Harry, I want it to be with you, and nobody else. Trust me, this isn't wrong. I'm willing, I'm all set."
"Alright," Rachel clung to him now, the splendor he would force onto her was coming. Harry could tell the muscles in her thighs were tensing in anticipation. He wouldn't be deterred. This was so right.
The first tremor of release came forth from her. Her thighs spread wide, he paused when he reached her womanhood, then drove forward with one powerful surge. She moaned out in pain. Harry stopped and looked at her face. She cried softly yet had a smile on her face. He then adjusted his posture to make the tightness in her fade. "Oh my," she breathed. He cupped her face, then slowly licked the salty tears from her flushed cheeks. Her rosy lips were swollen from his demanding kisses.
"Does it hurt still?" Harry asked with worry.
"It'll pass, don't stop Harry, not yet." His hot kiss promised her. Harry did withdraw from her, then thrust deep inside again. "Faster Harry, please," He obeyed her. She raised her hips to meet him halfway and wrapped her legs around him. "Harder! Harder, Harry! Don't stop," The wildfire raged more intense, more hot as he slammed into her again and again. Harry buried his face against her neck, and kept going in and out even more harder. The climax was almost upon her, but even so, she wouldn't stop. Harry knew she was addicted to his erotic touch, his feel. "Faster! HARDER!" she pleaded, and her eyes shot open and she screamed out his name. "OH, HARRY!" He loved making her scream.
Rachel felt Harry moving in and out of him, she felt the blood trickling down onto her bed sheets, but they were black, no one would notice. She thought she was surly going to die of the incredible pressure building inside of her. She clung on tighter and called out his name once more. She didn't want him to stop. She didn't want it to end.
She looked at Harry's handsome, sweating face. She saw the smile on his lips, the concentration in his face, and the love in his emerald eyes. She was so lucky to have him, and how he loved her. Oh, she could tell, and how she loved him back. She loved every part of him, and knew that this moment they were sharing right now would last forever in their memories.
She decided to return the love by flipping Harry over, so that now she was on top. He smiled at the twisted look on her face. "My turn." She whispered. Harry couldn't help but laugh, as tired as he was, the cinnamon scent drifting him to heaven.
Slowly at first, Rachel plunged in and out. She moved her body in a gliding way so as to get more pleasure from it, and give more enjoyment to the onlooker. As she moved in and out, faster and slower, then faster again, Harry grabbed her breasts. She felt his warm fingertips close around them, and felt him start to rub them. She adored it, savored the sweet pleasure. The ritual as old as time itself had been completed. She had taken him past the moon, the stars. This, with Harry, with the warm, loving atmosphere, in a warm bed, in a warm room, not in a cold, dark, classroom with a bastard she barely knew.
Right then, she thought of Malfoy, and every sick and twisted thing he'd ever done to her. Ever since he first laid eyes on her, to when he last laid eyes on her. Perhaps that's why she began to move more aggressively, and roughly on Harry. She wanted to make sure that she would never forget this moment, and that neither would Harry.
When she looked down, she saw that the blood had trickled on to Harry. He didn't seem to notice though, because he was too busy with her breasts. While she moved in and out even more, trying to force Harry into her, she felt him explode inside of her. She felt it as if it was a warm tidal wave passing into her. The satisfying delight was defined between them. And before she could stop to enjoy it anymore, they both heard a loud crash in the kitchen.
They both stopped what they were doing, and looked at each other in fear. Rachel climbed off Harry and wrapped her blankets around her while Harry sat up.
"Shit," Rachel muttered, "Is mum back this early?"
They both looked at each other, terror in their eyes. Rachel moved to the door, and it slowly creaked open. She peered out into the kitchen, and felt Harry's warm breath on her back. They both stepped out of the room and slowly made their way to the kitchen.
"Mum?" Rachel asked. No response. She looked into the kitchen, but it was empty.
"What the hell? Did we rock the place that hard?!" Harry asked.
"Look!" Rachel said, pointing to the floor where a broken pile of dishes lay. They both looked at each other, confused. "Someone was just in here..."
"You think? What if they just fell by themselves?" Harry suggested,
"I doubt it." Rachel responded. They stood there looking at the broken plates for a couple of seconds. Then Rachel said, "Let's just go to sleep. I'll ask mum about it in the morning. I hope she wasn't spying on us or anything..." She flushed, and so did Harry. "Unless we did shake the house awake." They both laughed quietly.
They walked out of the kitchen and cleaned up Rachel's bedroom from the mess they made. Rachel felt angry and sad that it was over. But at least it was a great first time. She knew she would remember it for the rest of her life. She dreamt about Harry in her dreams that night. She thought that maybe Harry would dream about her...
Harry, however, did not...
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A/N: o0o0o0o....cliff hanger...MUAHAHA!! I love those...=D
– F e o n i X
Special thanks to Deeanna (dmc-angeldudette) for editing...luv ya hun!!! *hugs and kisses*
Oh, and a special thanks to all the reviewers and people who read this....THANKS!!! I wouldn't be writing it if it weren't for you guys!! LOVE YA ALL!! EVEN THE FLAMMERS!!!! MWAH!!!!
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WARNING: This chapter has adult content, hence, the rating.
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~ Chapter 13 ~
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A Night To Remember
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Harry had the odd sensation of being watched when Rachel and him entered Honeydukes. Then again, the place was so full of people that it would be impossible to NOT be watched. Still, something inside Harry felt somewhat wrong with the atmosphere. He tried to shake it off as Rachel led him to the counter where a very stressed-out and harassed looking Mrs. Avalon was busy attending to the customers.
"'Morning dears" Mrs. Avalon mumbled as Rachel and Harry arrived beside her.
"'Mornin' mum." Rachel answered. Harry followed suit.
"Just go upstairs and drop all your things in the regular place. Harry," she looked up at him, and then continued "Just put his things in the living room. I'm not sure where he'll be sleeping yet..."
"Err, ok." Rachel answered rather awkwardly. "Do you need any help in here mum? It's mad."
"No, no dear, I'm fine." Mrs. Avalon answered. "Claire just went out for a bite to eat, she'll be in here in about five minutes I think. You two just go on upstairs."
"Ok then..." Rachel answered as her and Harry turned to leave.
As they opened the back door and made their way up the winding staircase, Rachel said, "Mum seems distracted. It's unlike her to be this stressed out. She loves this job, she's never strained by it..."
"Maybe it's her old age" Harry suggested.
Rachel stopped in her tracks, causing Harry to bump into her, lose his balance and nearly topple off the stairs. Luckily Rachel grabbed him before he completely stumbled backwards.
"Oh, geeze!" Harry exclaimed. "I almost died there!"
"WHAT did you say about my mother?" Rachel said, exasperated.
"What did I say?" Harry asked, trying to ignore the fact that he almost fell to his death, as the stairs were very narrow and very steep.
"You called my mother OLD!" Rachel said, her eyes twinkling.
"Did I?" Harry asked, trying to act dumb. Rachel nodded. "Well, I guess I did then, didn't I?" He laughed and grabbed Rachel by the waist.
"No you don't," she laughed, backing away. She turned around and started walking up the stairs again. Harry grabbed her waist as they walked, their things floating up behind them.
When they got up the stairs, Harry took a good look around. They were in a small hallway with creaking wooden floors. They made their way through the door, which lead to a very small, and very dirty kitchen. Dishes were all over the place, filthy and some even cracked. It smelled horrible and there were food stains all over the floor, as well as the countertops.
"What the...?" Rachel whispered.
"What is it?" Harry asked, trying to breathe through his mouth; the smell was so nasty and unbearable.
"It smells as if someone died in here." Rachel said. Harry nodded. But suddenly Rachel turned around to Harry with tears filling up in her eyes. "Mum is the cleanest person I know!" She said barely in a whisper, Harry had to struggle to hear her.
Just then, a pile of plates fell to the floor and made a loud noise that shook the floor. They both jumped up, startled.
"Oh my god..." Rachel whipped out her wand to clean up the mess when Mrs. Avalon burst in through the door.
"What in the devil are you two doing up here?" Mrs. Avalon asked, looking up at Harry.
Harry flushed as he tried to explain. "These plates just fell to the floor, we didn't even touch them–"
"MUM! What the hell is wrong with you?" Rachel cut off Harry, her face tinged with red from her anger.
Mrs. Avalon looked from the broken plates on the floor, to her daughter. "What are you talking about dear?"
"This place! Look at it! It's a pigsty. You're a clean freak! You'd never let the place get into such a mess!"
"Oh, well," Mrs. Avalon flushed. "I've just been really busy, hunny. You know how mad it can get here sometimes." Rachel glared at her, but she just shrugged it off. "Listen, I must get back, it's really busy today. And clean up that mess off plates, I don't have time." And with that she left. Harry heard her running down the stairs.
Rachel stared after her mother, dumbstruck. "Are you alright?" Harry asked.
"Yes, I'm fine. She's just, acting odd lately. Maybe it is the old age." She looked at Harry and they both laughed. "Here, let me clean up those plates." And with a flick of her wand, the plated repaired themselves and were neatly placed in a nice stack on the floor. "C'mon, lets keep moving." Rachel said. They both stepped over the plates and made their way to the next room.
Now they were in the main room, which lead to a bathroom and two bedrooms, as Harry could see. It wasn't very big, but it looked very comfy, considering it was over a store. The room was very untidy as well, Harry noticed.
Rachel sighed. "Sorry about the mess," She mumbled. "I've never seen this place so cluttered before."
"It's alright, don't worry about it, I don't mind." Harry said.
Rachel sighed again. Then she pointed to the door closest to their left. "That's my room, come on, I'll show you. Watch the stuff on the floor though..."
Harry followed Rachel. Through the pile of clothes and books on the floor, they made their way to Rachel's room. The door was only open ajar, but when she opened it fully, Harry thought he would have a heart attack.
The whole room was black, from the paint on the walls, to the bed sheets. Every bit that could be black...was.
Rachel noticed the surprised look on Harry's face because she said, "It's black, I know. It's very peaceful, and the space doesn't look as empty as it really is. Well, it's peaceful for me anyway." She smiled. "Come on in." They made their way into her room. Harry sat on her bed as Rachel began to unpack the few things she had.
"I think I would be scared to sleep in here." Harry said truthfully.
Rachel laughed. "I guess you would. I wake up a lot at night, and I like not seeing anything because it's so dark, it helps me to fall asleep again faster. And when I work in here, I'm not distracted by any colors. My other option was white, but that would look too plain." She looked at Harry and smiled.
"Wow..." Harry said. He looked around again, and Rachel continued unpacking.
"That's the bathroom if err, you need one while you're here." Rachel pointed to the door opposite them. "There's also the main one in the main room which has a shower and what not, if you ever feel dirty."
"Are you saying I smell or something?" Harry asked, grinning.
"That's exactly what I'm saying." Rachel answered, as she walked toward Harry. "Come here you smelly brat!" She said, as she pushed Harry down onto the bed, and started kissing him.
Harry felt his heart start to beat faster as his blood lever rose. But before anything else happened, Rachel got off of him. "Mum might come in. Can't take that risk." She winked. "Later, I promise."
"Ok." Harry smiled, and they made their way back to the living room.
Rachel sighed again as she looked at the mess. "We'd better clean this up. Make it livable, you know." She took out her want and started clearing things off the floor.
"Alright," Harry said, doing the same thing.
They spent half an hour cleaning up the room, then they made their way to the kitchen and started cleaning up in there.
When they finished, they looked around. "Well, that's more like it!" Rachel beamed.
"I can actually see the color of the floor now." Harry laughed.
Rachel threw a fake punch at him. "My mum's old, remember?" They both laughed.
"Alright, time to go shopping!" Rachel shouted. "Woo hoo!"
"Shopping?" Harry asked.
"Yup! We have to go buy some things for the funeral. You don't expect to go in that?" Rachel asked, eyeing Harry's oversized plaid shirt and baggy jeans.
"Of course not." Harry answered. "Let me just get some money."
"Ok." Rachel said. When Harry took out his money, they made their way back down the stairs, Harry walking down very carefully so as not to fall. They said hurried goodbyes to Mrs. Avalon as they passed by the counter because she was very tied down with a very demanding wizard.
"I feel kind of bad for mum." Rachel said as they made their way down the street.
"Yea, she does look very stressed out and tired." Harry supposed.
"It's weird though. She's always been such a clean freak..." Harry thought that maybe Rachel was worrying about nothing, but didn't say anything to her as they walked in silence.
They spent the rest of the day shopping in all the different shops. Rachel stopped in nearly all of them, as Harry, rather reluctantly, followed her. Harry bought a nice set of navy blue wizard robes in "Burdex" which held a large selection of very fashionable, and up to date wizard wear. And with some urging from Rachel, he bought a matching hat to go with the robes.
When Rachel finally tried out her last set of bracelets to go with her very chic robes and purchased it, it was almost seven in the evening. It was pouring rain outside, so they decided to just go back home and start getting ready for the day ahead.
When they got back to Honeydukes, Mrs. Avalon was just about to leave when she saw them coming in.
"OH! There you two brats are!" She screeched.
"Brats?" Rachel repeated.
Mrs. Avalon laughed at the look on both Harry and Rachel's faces. "You know I was just playing around dears." Harry and Rachel looked at each other. "I'm just really excited that's all. Just been invited to a very close friend of mine's wedding! Mildred and Algernon, the cutest couple around. I just KNEW they were going to end up getting married." She beamed.
"Well, that's great news mum. When is it?" asked Rachel. "Oh, in May, dear. But listen, I must be off. Very important meeting to go to." Ms. Avalon walked up to Rachel and kissed her forehead. She was just about to do the same thing to Harry when a bolt of lightening and thunder shook the floor. "Oh dear. I better be off. I'm not sure what time I'll be back, so, just go to sleep without me. Bye." And with that, she stepped out of the shop and disappeared in the sheet of rain and darkness.
"She's leaving?" Harry asked.
"A meeting? At this mad hour?" Rachel asked just as confused as Harry, but she shook it off. "Whatever. I'm tired, let's go upstairs." And she started walking away.
When they got to the apartment, Harry looked around and noticed that his things had been moved. They were now sitting by the large window all neatly stacked up. He thought it to be odd, but didn't think more about it.
It was very dark in the room, and all they could hear was the sound of rain hitting the roof and some thunderclaps now and then. Harry turned around to look at Rachel, but she had gone into her room and closed the door. He wanted to follow her in, and start smothering her with kisses, but thought better of it. Instead, he walked over to the couch, and collapsed on it. He lay there for a couple of minutes just listening to the rain hitting the roof, and the distant sound of peoples shouting voices.
He thought about tomorrow, how they would be going down to London to watch the funeral ceremony of Rachel's father and brother. He thought how sad Rachel would be, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for her. He knew what it felt like to loose the ones you loved most truly in life...
His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden bang of an opening door hitting the wall. He scrambled up, wand ready. But when he turned around, what met his eyes was shocking enough that he dropped his jaw, and his wand.
Rachel was standing before him wearing a hot, crimson, lace bra, with a long, sheer, white blouse on top, and the shortest, but sexiest low-rise black kilt he had ever seen in his life. She smiled at the look of shock on Harry's face, and Harry couldn't help but get a boner.
He got off the bed, took Rachel in his arms, and started kissing her on the neck, and slowly making his way to her ear, behind the ear, the cheek, and then her lips. He kissed them slowly for a bit, but then she started to part his lips with her tongue and Harry felt it caressing the sides of his mouth.
He started to unbutton his shirt, but then Rachel whispered, "No, not in here, let's go into my bedroom." She smiled and took his hand and started leading him to her room. But Harry stopped and picked her up off the floor and carried her to her room, and gently placed her on her large, black bed.
The room was dimly lit with about a dozen candles scattered around the walls, which had a very faint scent of cinnamon The sky outside was dark, and the rain was quietly falling on the windows. Rachel began to unbutton Harry's shirt, and while she did, he kissed her silently on her neck. He could tell she loved it, as Rachel breathed with bliss. She threw his shirt on the floor, and began to kiss his broad chest. Harry began feeling the familiar tingle now. He couldn't help but feel safe in her arms, in her bed, kissing her, caressing her body, with passion like none other.
He began to slowly take off her blouse and touched her beautiful, fully firm, curvy breasts under her bra. Harry seized the clasp behind her, and unhinged them. Rachel laughed as he struggled. She shuddered as his hands stroked her gently across her small shoulder blades. He massaged her breasts, cupping the undersides with loving care. Rachel moaned as his thumbs rubbed her nipples. He loved that sound of exposure, and damn, he wanted to hear more of it. He wanted to hear her whimper in utter pleasure, scream his name, scream for more.
Rachel was kneeling on the bed and was fiddling around with his hair. Harry then began to work his way up her lovely thighs. She kissed the back of his ear, and playfully nibbled on it. He found her silk thong with his hands, and slowly pulled it down. She started giggling when he got to her knees, but she positioned herself so Harry could remove them off of her completely.
They began to kiss very intensively then. She bit his lip lightly, and Harry thought he was going to explode with pleasure. As they frenched, Harry made his way up her thighs again. He stroked her inner thighs slowly and heard her groan softly in his ear. Ever so slowly, he moved his hand farther, until he could feel his finger within. She made a loud gasp. She gasped even more, breathing faster as Harry kept going in. A couple minutes later, Harry kissed a trail down to her thighs. He started halfway up her inner thighs until he eventually heard Rachel's cry, as he entered her soft flesh.
He licked her insides as she squirmed with delight. Rachel grasped his hair and surrendered to the chaos his wet contact stirred. He let his tongue slither up to her chest. He lightheartedly kissed her breasts, and made his way up to her lips again. She kissed him with all her desire, tasting him with delight, savoring him with passion. She was trapped between Harry's legs. She felt his hard arousal. It was time to extend the borders of security.
Suddenly, she broke away and flipped over to position him on the black, comfy sheets. They looked at each other seductively. Slowly, she began to take Harry's jeans off. As she did, Harry heard himself sigh in pleasure. The best was yet to come, and this was only the beginning. Rachel threw her bra along with Harry's shirt, which landed with her blouse beside the foot of the bed.
Rachel giggled, as she looked at Harry, naked in front of her. Harry frowned, but Rachel whispered, "Just one more baby." He let her erotic touch take off his boxers and smiled with excitement.
"I love you Rachel. I respect you and would do anything for you to be happy."
"I love you too, Harry. And you know I would do anything for you too. Especially this." They looked into each other's eyes, and he understood what she meant. She wanted to, and for her to give Harry such a gift was to die for. Heck, he'd die happy right there and then in her arms. "Fly, baby fly." Rachel said, as she bent down and started stroking him, he thought he would burst, and he did, right into her mouth. She simply smiled and swallowed. The liquid drooled the side of her check. It was his time to cry. Harry moaned as she felt Rachel taste him. She drove him wild for a minute or two before she rose to see his face. He opened his eyes, grinned, impressed. They frenched again. His right hand moved down below her stomach again, to her thighs. When he felt the wetness there, he almost lost control. "So sweet, so soft." He said. His finger slowly penetrated her insides once more. Rachel whimpered tenderly as she welcomed the rush of blazing ecstasy consuming her.
When he finished, he sucked her nipples. He sucked until they felt firm. They were very tender, and he loved how Rachel was holding him while he did great things to her. She didn't want the feeling to stop.
Then, Rachel lay down on the bed, and Harry stared at her. "Are you sure?" He asked her, clearly unsure whether to proceed or not. They were dotted with sweat. Their fiery loved had been proven so far. Do they dare take it to the next level?
There was a short silence, when all that could be heard was the soft sound of rain hitting the window, when Rachel said, "I'm sure, I'm ready. Don't stop now."
Harry couldn't help but smile. He looked at Rachel, her beauty shining at him. Not just her body, but also the smile she was giving him, the warm, gorgeous, welcoming grin. And her eyes, how they shone brightly with the love the two of them were sharing. He knew this was right, he knew ever since he met her, that this would be THE girl, that this was HIS girl. He knew it, and he knew that she knew it too.
He slowly made his way on top of her, into a comfortable position. He was scared that he would do it wrong, and he began to sweat again. His nerves began to get the best of him and he began to shake. He saw Rachel fidgeting around, unsure at what was happening. But then she noticed that Harry was shaking.
She took his hand in hers, and said softly, "Don't be afraid Harry. It's all right. Just relax. This is my first time too, and I'm glad it's with you. I know this is right. I can feel it, something deep inside me is telling the truth. I've never felt this way about anyone before. I just love you so much, and I want to prove it to you." Harry felt both the warmness of her hands and words that calmed him down.
He couldn't help but feel her love, and he wanted her to feel his love. "I love you so much." He said, and she beamed. Her reassurance gave Harry strength to go on.
"Ok..." She said, clearly ready for Harry to begin.
But he had to make sure of something first. "You were tight before, so this might hurt," he said uncertainly.
"I know, I'm ready," She said, then, seeing the concerned look on Harry's face, she said, more firmly, "Harry, I want it to be with you, and nobody else. Trust me, this isn't wrong. I'm willing, I'm all set."
"Alright," Rachel clung to him now, the splendor he would force onto her was coming. Harry could tell the muscles in her thighs were tensing in anticipation. He wouldn't be deterred. This was so right.
The first tremor of release came forth from her. Her thighs spread wide, he paused when he reached her womanhood, then drove forward with one powerful surge. She moaned out in pain. Harry stopped and looked at her face. She cried softly yet had a smile on her face. He then adjusted his posture to make the tightness in her fade. "Oh my," she breathed. He cupped her face, then slowly licked the salty tears from her flushed cheeks. Her rosy lips were swollen from his demanding kisses.
"Does it hurt still?" Harry asked with worry.
"It'll pass, don't stop Harry, not yet." His hot kiss promised her. Harry did withdraw from her, then thrust deep inside again. "Faster Harry, please," He obeyed her. She raised her hips to meet him halfway and wrapped her legs around him. "Harder! Harder, Harry! Don't stop," The wildfire raged more intense, more hot as he slammed into her again and again. Harry buried his face against her neck, and kept going in and out even more harder. The climax was almost upon her, but even so, she wouldn't stop. Harry knew she was addicted to his erotic touch, his feel. "Faster! HARDER!" she pleaded, and her eyes shot open and she screamed out his name. "OH, HARRY!" He loved making her scream.
Rachel felt Harry moving in and out of him, she felt the blood trickling down onto her bed sheets, but they were black, no one would notice. She thought she was surly going to die of the incredible pressure building inside of her. She clung on tighter and called out his name once more. She didn't want him to stop. She didn't want it to end.
She looked at Harry's handsome, sweating face. She saw the smile on his lips, the concentration in his face, and the love in his emerald eyes. She was so lucky to have him, and how he loved her. Oh, she could tell, and how she loved him back. She loved every part of him, and knew that this moment they were sharing right now would last forever in their memories.
She decided to return the love by flipping Harry over, so that now she was on top. He smiled at the twisted look on her face. "My turn." She whispered. Harry couldn't help but laugh, as tired as he was, the cinnamon scent drifting him to heaven.
Slowly at first, Rachel plunged in and out. She moved her body in a gliding way so as to get more pleasure from it, and give more enjoyment to the onlooker. As she moved in and out, faster and slower, then faster again, Harry grabbed her breasts. She felt his warm fingertips close around them, and felt him start to rub them. She adored it, savored the sweet pleasure. The ritual as old as time itself had been completed. She had taken him past the moon, the stars. This, with Harry, with the warm, loving atmosphere, in a warm bed, in a warm room, not in a cold, dark, classroom with a bastard she barely knew.
Right then, she thought of Malfoy, and every sick and twisted thing he'd ever done to her. Ever since he first laid eyes on her, to when he last laid eyes on her. Perhaps that's why she began to move more aggressively, and roughly on Harry. She wanted to make sure that she would never forget this moment, and that neither would Harry.
When she looked down, she saw that the blood had trickled on to Harry. He didn't seem to notice though, because he was too busy with her breasts. While she moved in and out even more, trying to force Harry into her, she felt him explode inside of her. She felt it as if it was a warm tidal wave passing into her. The satisfying delight was defined between them. And before she could stop to enjoy it anymore, they both heard a loud crash in the kitchen.
They both stopped what they were doing, and looked at each other in fear. Rachel climbed off Harry and wrapped her blankets around her while Harry sat up.
"Shit," Rachel muttered, "Is mum back this early?"
They both looked at each other, terror in their eyes. Rachel moved to the door, and it slowly creaked open. She peered out into the kitchen, and felt Harry's warm breath on her back. They both stepped out of the room and slowly made their way to the kitchen.
"Mum?" Rachel asked. No response. She looked into the kitchen, but it was empty.
"What the hell? Did we rock the place that hard?!" Harry asked.
"Look!" Rachel said, pointing to the floor where a broken pile of dishes lay. They both looked at each other, confused. "Someone was just in here..."
"You think? What if they just fell by themselves?" Harry suggested,
"I doubt it." Rachel responded. They stood there looking at the broken plates for a couple of seconds. Then Rachel said, "Let's just go to sleep. I'll ask mum about it in the morning. I hope she wasn't spying on us or anything..." She flushed, and so did Harry. "Unless we did shake the house awake." They both laughed quietly.
They walked out of the kitchen and cleaned up Rachel's bedroom from the mess they made. Rachel felt angry and sad that it was over. But at least it was a great first time. She knew she would remember it for the rest of her life. She dreamt about Harry in her dreams that night. She thought that maybe Harry would dream about her...
Harry, however, did not...
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A/N: o0o0o0o....cliff hanger...MUAHAHA!! I love those...=D
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