Chapter 14
"Harry! Harry Wake up!" Ron shouted. Harry opened his eyes slowly, thinking for a moment that it was Christmas morning. There were no other times that Harry could remember Ron shouting at him to wake up. Harry opened his eyes not to see his room at Hogwarts and snow on the ground, but Ron's room at the Burrow. Harry was sleeping in Percy's old bed.
"What is it, Ron?" Harry asked, now wondering why he was awake. It was all coming back to him now. The end of the school year, the two miserable weeks he spent at the Dursleys, and the three happy weeks he had spent here at the Burrow.
"I'm going to visit Sorcha!" Ron announced, exhilarated. Harry felt his heart sink. Would he be asked to leave?
"That's great, Ron." Harry forced the words to come from his mouth.
"Yes, my mum arranged it all. We're going there for four weeks, and then we'll come back here for two weeks before we leave for school. It's going to be incredible!" Ron was now almost jumping up and down.
"We?" Harry choked.
"Yes, you and I. You didn't think I'd leave you behind, did you?" Ron asked. Harry shrugged. "Oh come off it! You're still my best mate."
So the boys spent the next two weeks preparing for their trip. Harry was less than enthusiastic, but Ron's cheer was catching. Finally the time had come for them to leave. Mrs. Weasley put a spell on all of their belongings so they would fit in their pockets, and the boys stepped into the fireplace.
* * *
Meanwhile, Hermione and Pansy were on their way home from the United States. They had been visiting friends of Hermione's parents in California. Both girls had gotten very tan, and were incredibly excited about the rest of the summer. When they got home they were leaving directly for Pansy's house, where they would spend the night and leave the next morning for Italy. They would spend a few weeks there before returning to finish school shopping. They worked on their summer assignments while they were on the plane.
* * *
Back in England, Draco Malfoy was having the best summer of his life. His father had been away the entire time Draco had been home, and Draco had been left with only his mother to spend time with. He was feeling sorry for himself, really he was. Draco couldn't help but laugh at that sentiment. He hadn't ever felt sorry for himself in his life, he wasn't about to start now.
* * *
Two weeks later, Harry woke up miserably late at Sorcha's house. House was an understatement. The Turston Mansion was four stories tall and made entirely of stone. The sun was shining in Harry's face and he could hear the unmistakable sound of laughter coming from the backyard. He knew everyone must be out at the swimming pool, so Harry got out of bed and wandered down to see them.
As he had predicted, Sorcha and Ron were splashing away happily in the water. Grudgingly, Harry slid open the door and went out to join them. He threw himself in a lounge chair, and tried to go back to sleep.
A while later, the door opened again and Breena came wandering out into the harsh early afternoon sunlight. She fell into an empty lounge chair, huge dark sunglasses covering her eyes. She stretched out on the chair, her long black hair falling around her, catching the sunlight.
Harry was wide awake now. Breena was dressed in a tiny black bikini, which barely covered her. She was well aware of Harry's eager gaze. Harry's mind was racing.
Breena sat comfortably in the chair, now well aware of the attention focused on her. She took her time, spreading glittery oil on her arms and legs, then on her stomach, sliding her hand dangerously below the waistband of her bikini bottoms. She tried not to laugh as Harry struggled to stop staring at her. She flipped her hair behind her and tipped her head back to rub oil on her neck, letting her eyes meet with his.
Harry had to break eye contact with her after a few moments. He had never had such intensely sexual feelings before, and they made him terribly uncomfortable, as though everyone were watching him. He glanced nervously at the pool, but Ron and Sorcha were gazing deeply into eachothers eyes. He looked back at Breena who was now laying, eyes closed, in the sun. He was sorry he'd looked away.
* * *
"Pansy!" Pansy's mother met Pansy and Hermione at the gate in the airport. Pansy rushed into her mother's arms. "You look fabulous, darling!" Pansy smiled and hugged her mother again. They collected their bags and headed for Pansy's house.
"Pansy, this arrived in the mail for you this morning," Pansy's mother said, handing Pansy a silver envelope. Pansy smiled and opened it quickly.
"It's the invitation to the Malfoy's end-of-summer ball!" Pansy exclaimed. "Hermione, you've been invited too!"
"That's wonderful, dear," Pansy's mother took the invitation and looked it over. "You two should head off to bed, big day tomorrow!" She prodded. The two girls ran off to Pansy's bedroom. Pansy talked excitedly about the Malfoy ball until both girls fell asleep.
* * *
Harry awoke by the side of the pool, several hours later. Ron and Sorcha had disappeared, leaving Harry alone by the pool with Breena. Breena was now in the water, and she swam over to talk to Harry as soon as she noticed he was awake.
"Come on in, the water's fine," She teased. Harry stood up slowly and headed for the stairs. He waded into the water slowly, not being a very good swimmer. But he assured himself the pool wasn't very deep and that he'd be fine. Breena laughed at him and took his hands, pulling him close to her.
Harry drew a sharp breath. He'd never been this close to a girl before, and certainly not one as attractive as Breena. She put her forehead on his, and her hands on his shoulders.
"So, tell me," she whispered. "Does Mr. Harry Potter ever do anything, naughty?" She asked, her voice soft and thick, almost sending a chill down Harry's spine. She laughed, and slid her hands down his back.
Breena tucked her fingers into the waistband of his swim trunks and ran her fingers around to the front. She hooked them there for a second, brushing his lips with her own, teasing him. Then she swiftly yanked downwards, removing his trunks entirely.
Harry flushed, and grabbed for his shorts, but Breena was faster than he was, and tossed them out of the pool
"Relax," She said, untying her bathing suit top. "The water feels so much better this way," She whispered again, slipping off her bottoms. Harry was overwhelmed, and Breena could tell. She swam away from him on her back, keeping her eyes on him at all times. He stood there, unsure of what to do, and afraid of what could possibly happen. Before he could decide on a course of action, Breena was getting out of the water. She walked the long way around the pool, sure that Harry was memorizing every curve of her body.
Harry blinked, and then she was covered in a towel. He was disappointed, but still elated. She blew him a kiss before disappearing into the house.
* * *
Harry sat at the dinner table, later that night, next to Ron and across from Breena. He tried to make polite conversation with everyone and the twins' parents, but seeing Breena again was making it incredibly difficult for him to focus.
He took a bite of his meat and suddenly felt a slight movement in his lap. He chewed slowly, trying to inconspicuously look under the table and see what was going on. He shrugged it off and took a sip of water, and felt something massaging his leg as he tried hard not to choke. The massaging continued, and moved closer to his groin.
The rest of the meal was close to torture for Harry. Whatever was touching him was incredibly insistent, and he was hard as a rock. He took slow deep breaths, and tried not to make eye contact with anyone. Then he realized what was going on. It was Breena. His eyes met with hers as she sent him seductive stares.
"May I be excused? I'm not feeling well," Breena said suddenly. The massaging stopped. She stood up from the table and sent a final look towards Harry. He understood the message, and hurried after her as soon as was polite and non-suspicion arousing.
Harry tenatively pushed open the door to Breena's room. She was sitting on the end of her bed, which was draped in thick black velvet. She smiled slightly when she saw him and gestured for him to join her. He sat down on the bed next to her and smiled shyly.
"So, Potter does like to be naughty every once in a while," Breena commented, leaning in to kiss him.
Her kisses left him gasping for breath. They were an intensely powerful entity all their own, and Harry didn't find it hard to believe that Draco Malfoy had been completely spellbound by her. He wanted to touch her, to know her. Her hands worked quickly, and soon he was again naked in front of her.
But this time there was no water to cover him, and his eagerness. Breena bit her lip to keep from laughing out loud at him, aware of his shyness. She leaned in to take him in her mouth. He melted beneath her.
"Your turn," She said, moving his hands to her body, after she had finished her task. His shaking hands removed her clothes, and then she sat there almost impatiently in front of him.
"Breena, I've never, I mean, I haven't, well," Harry took a deep breath.
"You've never been with a woman before," she finished his sentence. He nodded, ashamed. She took his hands and moved them over her body, down her soft stomach and between her legs. She spread her legs for him, and then pulled one hand and placed it on top of her.
Harry understood, and started to stroke it lightly. He shyly slid one finger into her, and she moaned softly. His motions grew faster until she stopped him.
"Did I do it wrong?" He asked, concerned. She shook her head.
"No, you're fine," she said. He figured she was lying, or she wouldn't have stopped him. "It's time to move on," she explained.
She put her hands on his shoulders and pulled him so that he was lying on top of her. He blushed and started to open his mouth, but she quickly covered it with her own. Her hips began to move against him, and soon he was as ready as she was. She slid her hands down to his lower back and pulled him close to her, pulling him inside her, much to his surprise. His instincts took over from there, repeating the motion until he collapsed on top of her.
"That was so much different than what I expected," he said. Breena shrugged and yawned.
"Well, I'm getting tired," she said pointedly. He put his clothes on quickly and kissed her forehead as she tucked herself into bed. She turned the light out before he was out of her room and smiled at him in the darkness. The door closed behind him and she laughed gently. "You're a real sweetheart, Harry, even if you are completely naïve," she whispered to herself in the dark.
"Harry! Harry Wake up!" Ron shouted. Harry opened his eyes slowly, thinking for a moment that it was Christmas morning. There were no other times that Harry could remember Ron shouting at him to wake up. Harry opened his eyes not to see his room at Hogwarts and snow on the ground, but Ron's room at the Burrow. Harry was sleeping in Percy's old bed.
"What is it, Ron?" Harry asked, now wondering why he was awake. It was all coming back to him now. The end of the school year, the two miserable weeks he spent at the Dursleys, and the three happy weeks he had spent here at the Burrow.
"I'm going to visit Sorcha!" Ron announced, exhilarated. Harry felt his heart sink. Would he be asked to leave?
"That's great, Ron." Harry forced the words to come from his mouth.
"Yes, my mum arranged it all. We're going there for four weeks, and then we'll come back here for two weeks before we leave for school. It's going to be incredible!" Ron was now almost jumping up and down.
"We?" Harry choked.
"Yes, you and I. You didn't think I'd leave you behind, did you?" Ron asked. Harry shrugged. "Oh come off it! You're still my best mate."
So the boys spent the next two weeks preparing for their trip. Harry was less than enthusiastic, but Ron's cheer was catching. Finally the time had come for them to leave. Mrs. Weasley put a spell on all of their belongings so they would fit in their pockets, and the boys stepped into the fireplace.
* * *
Meanwhile, Hermione and Pansy were on their way home from the United States. They had been visiting friends of Hermione's parents in California. Both girls had gotten very tan, and were incredibly excited about the rest of the summer. When they got home they were leaving directly for Pansy's house, where they would spend the night and leave the next morning for Italy. They would spend a few weeks there before returning to finish school shopping. They worked on their summer assignments while they were on the plane.
* * *
Back in England, Draco Malfoy was having the best summer of his life. His father had been away the entire time Draco had been home, and Draco had been left with only his mother to spend time with. He was feeling sorry for himself, really he was. Draco couldn't help but laugh at that sentiment. He hadn't ever felt sorry for himself in his life, he wasn't about to start now.
* * *
Two weeks later, Harry woke up miserably late at Sorcha's house. House was an understatement. The Turston Mansion was four stories tall and made entirely of stone. The sun was shining in Harry's face and he could hear the unmistakable sound of laughter coming from the backyard. He knew everyone must be out at the swimming pool, so Harry got out of bed and wandered down to see them.
As he had predicted, Sorcha and Ron were splashing away happily in the water. Grudgingly, Harry slid open the door and went out to join them. He threw himself in a lounge chair, and tried to go back to sleep.
A while later, the door opened again and Breena came wandering out into the harsh early afternoon sunlight. She fell into an empty lounge chair, huge dark sunglasses covering her eyes. She stretched out on the chair, her long black hair falling around her, catching the sunlight.
Harry was wide awake now. Breena was dressed in a tiny black bikini, which barely covered her. She was well aware of Harry's eager gaze. Harry's mind was racing.
Breena sat comfortably in the chair, now well aware of the attention focused on her. She took her time, spreading glittery oil on her arms and legs, then on her stomach, sliding her hand dangerously below the waistband of her bikini bottoms. She tried not to laugh as Harry struggled to stop staring at her. She flipped her hair behind her and tipped her head back to rub oil on her neck, letting her eyes meet with his.
Harry had to break eye contact with her after a few moments. He had never had such intensely sexual feelings before, and they made him terribly uncomfortable, as though everyone were watching him. He glanced nervously at the pool, but Ron and Sorcha were gazing deeply into eachothers eyes. He looked back at Breena who was now laying, eyes closed, in the sun. He was sorry he'd looked away.
* * *
"Pansy!" Pansy's mother met Pansy and Hermione at the gate in the airport. Pansy rushed into her mother's arms. "You look fabulous, darling!" Pansy smiled and hugged her mother again. They collected their bags and headed for Pansy's house.
"Pansy, this arrived in the mail for you this morning," Pansy's mother said, handing Pansy a silver envelope. Pansy smiled and opened it quickly.
"It's the invitation to the Malfoy's end-of-summer ball!" Pansy exclaimed. "Hermione, you've been invited too!"
"That's wonderful, dear," Pansy's mother took the invitation and looked it over. "You two should head off to bed, big day tomorrow!" She prodded. The two girls ran off to Pansy's bedroom. Pansy talked excitedly about the Malfoy ball until both girls fell asleep.
* * *
Harry awoke by the side of the pool, several hours later. Ron and Sorcha had disappeared, leaving Harry alone by the pool with Breena. Breena was now in the water, and she swam over to talk to Harry as soon as she noticed he was awake.
"Come on in, the water's fine," She teased. Harry stood up slowly and headed for the stairs. He waded into the water slowly, not being a very good swimmer. But he assured himself the pool wasn't very deep and that he'd be fine. Breena laughed at him and took his hands, pulling him close to her.
Harry drew a sharp breath. He'd never been this close to a girl before, and certainly not one as attractive as Breena. She put her forehead on his, and her hands on his shoulders.
"So, tell me," she whispered. "Does Mr. Harry Potter ever do anything, naughty?" She asked, her voice soft and thick, almost sending a chill down Harry's spine. She laughed, and slid her hands down his back.
Breena tucked her fingers into the waistband of his swim trunks and ran her fingers around to the front. She hooked them there for a second, brushing his lips with her own, teasing him. Then she swiftly yanked downwards, removing his trunks entirely.
Harry flushed, and grabbed for his shorts, but Breena was faster than he was, and tossed them out of the pool
"Relax," She said, untying her bathing suit top. "The water feels so much better this way," She whispered again, slipping off her bottoms. Harry was overwhelmed, and Breena could tell. She swam away from him on her back, keeping her eyes on him at all times. He stood there, unsure of what to do, and afraid of what could possibly happen. Before he could decide on a course of action, Breena was getting out of the water. She walked the long way around the pool, sure that Harry was memorizing every curve of her body.
Harry blinked, and then she was covered in a towel. He was disappointed, but still elated. She blew him a kiss before disappearing into the house.
* * *
Harry sat at the dinner table, later that night, next to Ron and across from Breena. He tried to make polite conversation with everyone and the twins' parents, but seeing Breena again was making it incredibly difficult for him to focus.
He took a bite of his meat and suddenly felt a slight movement in his lap. He chewed slowly, trying to inconspicuously look under the table and see what was going on. He shrugged it off and took a sip of water, and felt something massaging his leg as he tried hard not to choke. The massaging continued, and moved closer to his groin.
The rest of the meal was close to torture for Harry. Whatever was touching him was incredibly insistent, and he was hard as a rock. He took slow deep breaths, and tried not to make eye contact with anyone. Then he realized what was going on. It was Breena. His eyes met with hers as she sent him seductive stares.
"May I be excused? I'm not feeling well," Breena said suddenly. The massaging stopped. She stood up from the table and sent a final look towards Harry. He understood the message, and hurried after her as soon as was polite and non-suspicion arousing.
Harry tenatively pushed open the door to Breena's room. She was sitting on the end of her bed, which was draped in thick black velvet. She smiled slightly when she saw him and gestured for him to join her. He sat down on the bed next to her and smiled shyly.
"So, Potter does like to be naughty every once in a while," Breena commented, leaning in to kiss him.
Her kisses left him gasping for breath. They were an intensely powerful entity all their own, and Harry didn't find it hard to believe that Draco Malfoy had been completely spellbound by her. He wanted to touch her, to know her. Her hands worked quickly, and soon he was again naked in front of her.
But this time there was no water to cover him, and his eagerness. Breena bit her lip to keep from laughing out loud at him, aware of his shyness. She leaned in to take him in her mouth. He melted beneath her.
"Your turn," She said, moving his hands to her body, after she had finished her task. His shaking hands removed her clothes, and then she sat there almost impatiently in front of him.
"Breena, I've never, I mean, I haven't, well," Harry took a deep breath.
"You've never been with a woman before," she finished his sentence. He nodded, ashamed. She took his hands and moved them over her body, down her soft stomach and between her legs. She spread her legs for him, and then pulled one hand and placed it on top of her.
Harry understood, and started to stroke it lightly. He shyly slid one finger into her, and she moaned softly. His motions grew faster until she stopped him.
"Did I do it wrong?" He asked, concerned. She shook her head.
"No, you're fine," she said. He figured she was lying, or she wouldn't have stopped him. "It's time to move on," she explained.
She put her hands on his shoulders and pulled him so that he was lying on top of her. He blushed and started to open his mouth, but she quickly covered it with her own. Her hips began to move against him, and soon he was as ready as she was. She slid her hands down to his lower back and pulled him close to her, pulling him inside her, much to his surprise. His instincts took over from there, repeating the motion until he collapsed on top of her.
"That was so much different than what I expected," he said. Breena shrugged and yawned.
"Well, I'm getting tired," she said pointedly. He put his clothes on quickly and kissed her forehead as she tucked herself into bed. She turned the light out before he was out of her room and smiled at him in the darkness. The door closed behind him and she laughed gently. "You're a real sweetheart, Harry, even if you are completely naïve," she whispered to herself in the dark.