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Chapter 5 desires

Once back at the house, Emily went to work leaving Harry alone in his room. Lying on the bed he pictured Emily in her red bikini and felt his interests stir again. He groaned and headed for the bathroom, a cleaning charm would remove the sand from his body but he needed the cold shower to remove the stir of desire.

He was partially successful, he removed the outward signs of his arousal, but he knew it was still burning in the pit of his stomach as he saw her serving at a table near the door. She headed over to his table to take his order and he mumbled something about the house special, smiling she wrote down the order and went to deliver it to the chief.

Harry glimpsed Sarah, eating at a table inside the kitchen and saw her motioning towards him before the door swung closed. Emily returned five minutes later with his meal and again he saw Sarah waving to him, through the door.

"If Sarah is eating alone, she's welcome to join me," Harry said as Emily leaned down close to put his plate in front of him. He was surrounded by the delicious smell of vanilla.

"No, I don't want her to bother you," Emily replied.

"Actually she would be doing me a favour, I hate to eat alone," Harry smiled, reminding himself to look into her eyes instead of at her full breasts.

"Well, if you're sure," Emily replied. "I'll bring her in. She seems to have become very attached to you." Turning back to the kitchen, she returned moments later with Sarah on tow, carrying her plate carefully.

The little blonde girl sat opposite Harry and smiled at him. As soon as Emily was out of ear shot she started firing questions at him. How did he learn he was magic? What had his parents thought about it? Did they ever say it was just his imagination? Harry smiled at her eagerness and began to slowly tell her a somewhat edited version of his childhood stopping when he came to the tale of Hagrid.

Sensing that he was upset, Sarah reached out her tiny hand and covered his, "Did something bad happen?"

Harry looked at the bright blue eyes across from him and replied, "Well, there was a terrible war a few years ago, and some bad things happened, but now it's over. So you don't have to worry about it."

Emily came over and Harry suddenly realised that they were the last people in the dining room. She smiled at the two of them and asked, "Do you want anything else? The chief's almost finished."

"No, thank you, tell him it was wonderful," Harry replied. Emily cleared the last of the plates onto her tray and left just Harry's coffee cup. He watched as she took it all away and returned to the table.

"Right little miss," She addressed Sarah, "I think it's time you went up for your bath."

"Oh, but Harry was telling me a wonderful story and I want to hear the rest before bed," Sarah wined.

"Come on, leave Harry in peace," Emily smiled, "I'm sure he has better things to do than sit here telling stories."

"Not really," Harry replied. "But I can tell you another story tomorrow." He smiled at Sarah.

Sarah allowed herself to be led from the room and as they reached the door Emily leaned down to hear what ever Sarah was whispering into her ear. Harry gulped as he watched; Emily's wonderful backside drew his eyes, like a child in a candy store. She turned and caught him, his face turned red as he looked into her eyes.

"Would you like another coffee?" Emily smiled. "I usually have one while Sarah's in the bath."

"Um yes… I'd like one, thanks," Harry stuttered.

He followed them to Emily's private rooms and Harry took a seat, while Emily put the little girl in her bath. When she returned ten minutes later she was carrying two mugs of steaming coffee. Harry mumbled his thanks as he took one of them. Emily sat across from him on an arm chair and took a long sip.

"Sarah is becoming quite obsessed by you," Emily said lightly.

"I don't mean to take up so much of your time," Harry lied. "But she reminds me of myself a little, when I was her age."

Emily raised an eyebrow, "how so?"

"Well, my own parents died when I was a year old and I was sent to live with my mothers sister and her family," Harry replied. "I also had what you might call a fertile imagination."

Emily laughed, "Are you still close to your Aunt?"

"No, not at all," Harry replied, bitterness showing in his tone, "They saw me as an unwanted burden, an oddity."

"Oh how awful for you," Emily replied, "I hope Sarah never feels that way. I couldn't love her more if she were my own child."

"I see that and it's wonderful that you have each other," Harry replied.

"Could Harry read me a bedtime story?" a timid vice broke in. Sarah was standing at the door, looking like a small blonde angel.

"Now sweetie, I think Harry's done enough today," Emily began to reply. But Harry had already stood up and said, "I'd be honoured to," then he looked at Emily and said, "That's if you don't mind."

"Well if you want to," Emily replied, then said to Sarah, "I'll come in and tuck you in when Harry finishes your story."

Harry followed the little girl into her room and waited until she snuggled down under the covers, then he sat on a chair at the side of her bed and said, "What story would you like to hear?"

"Tell me more about the magical world," Sarah requested.

Harry smiled and said, "Well after Hagrid told me about going to school, he took me shopping. The first stop was London, Diagon Alley; you get in through a secret entrance that only magical people can see. And you can see the most amazing things there."

Harry went on to describe the shops and the bank and the animals he had discovered when he was eleven. Slowly Sarah's breathing changed and he saw she had fallen asleep, quietly Harry left her room and went back to the sitting room, where Emily was standing staring out at the evening sun.

She was beautiful and Harry stood watching the sunlight cast a reddish glow on her skin. He walked silently over to her and stopped inches away, his hands thrust into his pockets to stop himself grabbing her into his arms.

"She fell asleep," He said quietly.

Spinning around in surprise, Emily stumbled slightly and Harry's automatic reflex was to catch her. They stood almost touching as Emily let out a small squeak of surprise.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," Harry said quietly, mesmerised by her eyes.

"I was miles away," Emily said, "Thinking about…" she made to step away, but Harry wasn't about to let her go just yet. He leaned down the few inches and brushed her lips with a kiss.

Surprise flared in her eyes and then they fluttered closed. This was all the invitation Harry needed to kiss her again, more deeply, pulling her into his arms properly. She responded tentatively at first and then with growing passion. Somehow they moved together and stumbled onto the sofa, Harry sat first then pulling Emily onto his lap. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling it free from the clasp that held it back.

Moaning against his lips, Emily shifted in his lap, unconsciously rubbing against him. Harry's excitement jumped up a few notches and one of his hands left her hair and brushed down her spine pulling her closer, his breathing ragged, as her sought out her neck to nibble and kiss. Emily gasped his name as he pushed her t-shirt away and kissed her shoulder, all thoughts gone from his head, except the feelings Emily was arousing in him.

He felt it, the moment he started to lose control, the floor shook slightly and he abruptly stood, causing Emily to spill onto the floor. He raked his hands through his hair and took deep breaths to calm down. When he had more control he turned and saw Emily sitting on the floor, her head bowed in her hands.

"God Emily, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to let this happen," Harry said. "I've taken advantage of you, I should go." With that he turned away and all but ran from the room, not stopping until he reached his own room and yet another cold shower.