Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Da Devil. You should know that by now. The only way I could own Satan is if I am some kind of Demon Thingie. But I'm not so I don't.
Where I left you off at: Harry had called Hermione to get her to meet him at a coffee place, and he still had to call Ron. Satan and Harry were in the kitchen.
Satan had finished rinsing off the dishes, and came to take a seat by Harry at the table. Harry was dialing Ron's number.
He put the phone to his ear, and waited. There was a long pause.
"Hello?" Said a voice. Harry didn't recognize it.
"Uh, yeah is Ron home?" Harry asked, glancing at Satan. Satan was sniffing the air, and his eyes were crossed. Harry ignored him.
"He's in the den. Let me fetch him." It was a female voice. Harry waited a bit, then Ron got on the phone.
"Yeah, this is Ron."
"Hey, it's me." Harry stated, crossing his legs, because Satan had been staring at his crotch, and it had been making him very uncomfortable.
"Harry?" Ron said, sounding surprised.
"Yeah. Who was the woman who picked up your phone?"
"That was either Ginny, because I'm staying at her house, or Ginny's daughter." Harry licked his lips.
"Ginny is married?" There was another long pause.
"No, not married. Raped." More long pausing.
"So sorry to hear that." Harry said quietly, uncrossing his legs.
"Yeah, whatever. That was like three years ago. It was probably Ginny then. Lacey's not even aloud to pick up the phone. She's only four."
"Oh, well, uh Ron..I need to talk to you." Harry was sounding rather shaky and nervous, afraid that Ron would say he has better things to do than meet up with his old pals at a coffee shop.
"Okay, shoot." Ron was watching the football game. Harry could hear it in the background. "Not now, Lacey. Uncle Ron is on the phone."
"Uh, I can't talk to you now. It has to be in person. I was thinking you, me and Hermione could all meet up at that little place down the street, called 'Shelly's' or whatever."
"Okay Harry. That sounds great. Is it okay if I bring Lacey along? She's dying to meet you." Ron was laughing, and Harry heard a little girl laugh as well.
"Sure. I'll meet you around ten in the morning."
They said their good-byes, and Harry hung up the phone.
"So, any luck again?" Satan asked, yawning.
"Yeah. I'm meeting them BOTH tomorrow." Harry stood up and headed towards the bathroom downstairs. Satan hurried after him.
"That's awesome. Truly smashing." Satan followed him into the bathroom.
Harry stopped at the raised toilet seat, and feeling as if he weren't alone, zipped his fly back up.
"I can do this myself, thanks." Harry said irritably, as Satan made no intention of leaving or moving from his spot in the doorway.
"Well, I have to go too." Satan walked over next to Harry at the toilet, unzipped his fly, and dropped his pants.
Harry grew very red in the face, as he stared at the pants around Satan's ankles.
"Um, do you mind if"-
It was too late, Satan had already began to pee.
Harry, feeling rather uncomfortable, unzipped his fly as well, and the two men peed in the toilet.
Satan was rather enjoying it, trying to get peeks at Harry's willy.
Harry shook, zipped up his pants as fast as his fingers could, and hurried out of the bathroom. He practically ran to his room, sweaty and embarrassed.
Harry shut the door behind him, and turned to his room. On his bed, Satan was waiting for him.
"I told you Harry. You can't hide from me. I'm everywhere." Satan patted the bed for Harry to join him, and Harry gulped. He turned and tried the doorknob, but it was locked. Harry jiggled it angrily, and his heart was beating incredibly fast.
"Harry? Aren't you tired? You should take a nap." Satan scooted over and made room for him. Harry, knowing that he had no choice, walked over and sat on the bed.
Harry held his breath, hoping nothing would happen. Suddenly, Satan snapped and the lights went out.
"That was nifty. How you didn't even have to use the light switch and all." Harry said, trying to break the uncomfortable silence.
"Yes, I can do many nifty things. Care to see a few of them?" Satan pushed Harry down at his side into the pillow. Harry gulped.
"That's okay. I think I'll just go to sleep"-
With another snap of Satan's fingers, music started playing from nowhere.
"Let's get it on..
Oh, baby!
Let's get it on.." The music kept going.
Satan sat up in the bed, and spraddled his legs over Harry, his hooves dug deep into the sheets. Harry was squirming.
Satan started slowly unbuttoning Harry's shirt, and Harry cried out for help.
"Get off of me!" Harry whined, kicking. Satan laughed.
"You know you want it." He slid Harry's shirt off his broad chest, and threw it to the floor. Satan then began rubbing his hands all over Harry's chest, over his abs and nipples, and rubbing his muscular arms.
Harry screamed as it went on, and later on, bed squeaking could be heard coming from the bedroom.
Where I left you off at: Harry had called Hermione to get her to meet him at a coffee place, and he still had to call Ron. Satan and Harry were in the kitchen.
Satan had finished rinsing off the dishes, and came to take a seat by Harry at the table. Harry was dialing Ron's number.
He put the phone to his ear, and waited. There was a long pause.
"Hello?" Said a voice. Harry didn't recognize it.
"Uh, yeah is Ron home?" Harry asked, glancing at Satan. Satan was sniffing the air, and his eyes were crossed. Harry ignored him.
"He's in the den. Let me fetch him." It was a female voice. Harry waited a bit, then Ron got on the phone.
"Yeah, this is Ron."
"Hey, it's me." Harry stated, crossing his legs, because Satan had been staring at his crotch, and it had been making him very uncomfortable.
"Harry?" Ron said, sounding surprised.
"Yeah. Who was the woman who picked up your phone?"
"That was either Ginny, because I'm staying at her house, or Ginny's daughter." Harry licked his lips.
"Ginny is married?" There was another long pause.
"No, not married. Raped." More long pausing.
"So sorry to hear that." Harry said quietly, uncrossing his legs.
"Yeah, whatever. That was like three years ago. It was probably Ginny then. Lacey's not even aloud to pick up the phone. She's only four."
"Oh, well, uh Ron..I need to talk to you." Harry was sounding rather shaky and nervous, afraid that Ron would say he has better things to do than meet up with his old pals at a coffee shop.
"Okay, shoot." Ron was watching the football game. Harry could hear it in the background. "Not now, Lacey. Uncle Ron is on the phone."
"Uh, I can't talk to you now. It has to be in person. I was thinking you, me and Hermione could all meet up at that little place down the street, called 'Shelly's' or whatever."
"Okay Harry. That sounds great. Is it okay if I bring Lacey along? She's dying to meet you." Ron was laughing, and Harry heard a little girl laugh as well.
"Sure. I'll meet you around ten in the morning."
They said their good-byes, and Harry hung up the phone.
"So, any luck again?" Satan asked, yawning.
"Yeah. I'm meeting them BOTH tomorrow." Harry stood up and headed towards the bathroom downstairs. Satan hurried after him.
"That's awesome. Truly smashing." Satan followed him into the bathroom.
Harry stopped at the raised toilet seat, and feeling as if he weren't alone, zipped his fly back up.
"I can do this myself, thanks." Harry said irritably, as Satan made no intention of leaving or moving from his spot in the doorway.
"Well, I have to go too." Satan walked over next to Harry at the toilet, unzipped his fly, and dropped his pants.
Harry grew very red in the face, as he stared at the pants around Satan's ankles.
"Um, do you mind if"-
It was too late, Satan had already began to pee.
Harry, feeling rather uncomfortable, unzipped his fly as well, and the two men peed in the toilet.
Satan was rather enjoying it, trying to get peeks at Harry's willy.
Harry shook, zipped up his pants as fast as his fingers could, and hurried out of the bathroom. He practically ran to his room, sweaty and embarrassed.
Harry shut the door behind him, and turned to his room. On his bed, Satan was waiting for him.
"I told you Harry. You can't hide from me. I'm everywhere." Satan patted the bed for Harry to join him, and Harry gulped. He turned and tried the doorknob, but it was locked. Harry jiggled it angrily, and his heart was beating incredibly fast.
"Harry? Aren't you tired? You should take a nap." Satan scooted over and made room for him. Harry, knowing that he had no choice, walked over and sat on the bed.
Harry held his breath, hoping nothing would happen. Suddenly, Satan snapped and the lights went out.
"That was nifty. How you didn't even have to use the light switch and all." Harry said, trying to break the uncomfortable silence.
"Yes, I can do many nifty things. Care to see a few of them?" Satan pushed Harry down at his side into the pillow. Harry gulped.
"That's okay. I think I'll just go to sleep"-
With another snap of Satan's fingers, music started playing from nowhere.
"Let's get it on..
Oh, baby!
Let's get it on.." The music kept going.
Satan sat up in the bed, and spraddled his legs over Harry, his hooves dug deep into the sheets. Harry was squirming.
Satan started slowly unbuttoning Harry's shirt, and Harry cried out for help.
"Get off of me!" Harry whined, kicking. Satan laughed.
"You know you want it." He slid Harry's shirt off his broad chest, and threw it to the floor. Satan then began rubbing his hands all over Harry's chest, over his abs and nipples, and rubbing his muscular arms.
Harry screamed as it went on, and later on, bed squeaking could be heard coming from the bedroom.