The Reluctant Playboy Chapter 2: The Summer's Adventures, a harry potter fanfic

A/N: I don't understand why so many people seem to be reading this fic. Thanx very much for your reviews but I thought you deserved a warning….

Warning: Most normal people would consider this fic seriously sicko, wacko, psycho or all of the above. Contains a surprisingly submissive and easy-to-push-around Harry Potter (which is kinda unbelievable since he's all brave and strong fighting the bad guys). This fic is named 'Reluctant Playboy' for a reason. Harry is very, very reluctant, but the girls always force him into (ahem) situations. This chapter will show you what I mean.

Disclaimer: The short quiz in this chapter is an authentic personality quiz that was offered free in a pop-up window from a website I visited a year ago. No copyright or trademark infringement intended.

Chapter 2: The Summer's Adventures

The last few weeks had been interesting, Harry mused as he worked out in the gym. The girls and their friends had kept most of Harry's time occupied. They had done so many things together from playing stupid games, going on picnics, watching movies together to going to the disco. Harry had enjoyed himself on most occasions though there were some things he hadn't enjoyed. Like losing bets.

He remembered the first bet he had lost to Vicky cost him two weeks of washing dishes at her house in the mornings. It was Vicky's daily chore to wash the breakfast dishes and she'd made him do it. Harry had met Mr. and Mrs. Denver who were lecturers at the local university, Vicky's older sister Alice (she preferred to be called Ice) and her younger computer-game-crazy brother, Alex. They were all very nice even when Harry acted a little strange sometimes. It was just that sitting around the dining table in the kitchen with the family sometimes forcibly reminded Harry of the Weasleys and similar mornings at their breakfast table. Then he would remember their revolted expressions at the trial and everything inside him would freeze up. The Denvers didn't mind him zoning out. One of those mornings, Mrs. Denver had asked him why his hair was white and the others looked at him questioningly. Harry had stared at his hands on the table for a while before answering in a low voice with just one word. "Trauma!" His voice and expression had been enough to warn off the others not to ask anything else and they had respected his privacy.

Harry spent a lot of time at the Denvers'. Their little group spent some afternoons watching movies there. One afternoon Harry had gone to fetch the popcorn from the kitchen but stopped when he re-entered the living room. "What is wrong with this picture?" he'd mused out loud seeing the girls sprawled around the room. It had taken him a moment to figure it out. He was the only guy there. The situation had seriously freaked him out and the next time the girls had invited him, he had been assured that Jake and Robb would be there too. Seeing the teenagers 'wasting' sooo much of their time watching movies, Mr. and Mrs. Denver had insisted they all enroll for some of the short courses offered at the U for the community. Harry had been skeptical at first but he had enjoyed himself and learned a lot in courses such as 'Body Language 101', 'Graphology: The art of analyzing handwriting' and 'Persuasion Power: Dealing with People'.

Harry had learnt a lot out of classes too. It was amazing how much you could learn if you were driven enough. Harry had watched the personal trainers at Exizt deal with difficult and complaining customers with an unwavering smile. He had watched the girls shopping for outfits, how they bargained on the sales items, how they manipulated him and the other boys into going with them and how they dealt with unwanted attention from some of the boys at the mall. But the disco night had been the biggest eye-opener.

Harry hadn't been too comfortable with the idea but decided he'd just go for the experience. And boy what an experience it had been. His hair had been considered some funky new style and drew attention all night long. Harry turned out to be a surprisingly good dancer once Vicky had managed to coax him onto the dance floor and then he had to spent a good hour dancing with the girls. When he'd taken a break, he'd noticed Ice with a group of friends on the opposite side of the dance floor. Vicky had pointed out some other friends too. There had been one guy who had caught almost everyone's attention when he entered. Vicky explained that he worked as a stripper at the club for the three a.m. shows which they sadly wouldn't be watching. That gorgeous creature had moved with such a catlike grace, his every move mesmerizing. He had been wearing a sleeveless black sequined top that glittered with every movement and a pair of enticing leather pants. He had joined a girl at one of the tables and even danced with her later. He had gotten a great deal of catcalls and some loud and rude offers that he had silenced with a look. Harry had to admire his style, how he commanded respect and obedience despite working as a stripper. Harry didn't doubt that if it hadn't been for the man's attitude, the girls and even some of the guys wouldn't have kept their hands to themselves. Harry himself had suffered that kind of attention. He had been completely unprepared to be shoved against a dark corner by one of the 'bad girls' in a tight outfit and wild makeup. Never would he forget the suggestive things she had whispered in his ears as she ran her fingers over his slightly-muscled torso, her tongue darting out to flick over his ear. Vicky had effectively put an end to that by flinging some scathing remarks at her before dragging Harry away. Harry thought she was jealous. Sometimes she did act rather possessively towards him. It had been fun. They had gone back a few more times. Harry had kept his eyes on the male stripper whenever he saw him and though he wouldn't admit it to anyone else, he had taken to practicing the man's style. Hey, if it helped keep the reporters at bay, he'd be willing to try anything.

And then there was Vicky. She had taught him a great deal all by herself. She had seemed like a fun-loving child at first but Harry soon realized that she was anything but. Harry remembered one day when they had just newly become friends, he had been in the park with them, sitting in his usual place on the wooden planks, feet dangling a few inches above the grass. The girls had been chatting and the topic of back-stabbing best friends had come up. Harry hadn't heard much after that. His mind had returned to the painful memories his ex-best friends had given him. Thanks to the dementors, those were some of the clearest memories he had. Ron burning his things in the dorm, Hermione crying silently as he was shoved outside the school gates. He had held on to a sliver of hope, trusting Hermione's logic to come to his rescue. He had thought she would know he hadn't been the one responsible for all the deaths, just like she had known he hadn't put his own name in the Goblet. The first day of the trials she had avoided his gaze, focusing on the trial while Ron had glared venomously every time Harry had looked at Hermione. But as the trial progressed, she had turned against him. Mad-Eye Moody or rather Barty Crouch had presented all the evidence on how Harry had cheated right from the First Task. Ludo Bagman had testified that 'Harry had tricked him into betting on Harry to win the Tournament and planned to cheat Bagman out of all his money' in hopes that the court would somehow take care of the goblins who were after him to get their money. And somewhere far away, Voldemort had learnt of his link to Harry through the scar from Wormtail's description of the events of Harry's First Year at Hogwarts. Voldemort hadn't wasted a moment. He had worked complex magic to gain as much control over Harry's mind as he could, resulting in Harry saying some damning things during the trial. Harry had tried to fight the dark magic and the pain in his scar, he had tried to tell Dumbledore and the Weasleys and Hermione but no one listened to his pleas. He had been unable to find a way to stop Voldemort, unable to research a way to block the link since he didn't have any friends or any books. And his best-friends' testimony had only helped make the case stronger against him, he thought bitterly.

He was so lost in those dark memories that he forgot where he was. So lost that he hadn't heard the girls talking to him. And then Vicky had told the others she knew exactly how to snap him out of it. She had marched over to where Harry was sitting, grabbed his face firmly with both hands and kissed him thoroughly. Harry had been jolted out of his memories, so surprised to find himself being kissed for the first time that he hadn't been able to move or think until Vicky had finally released him. He had stared at her openmouthed until the girls' laughter had caused him to flush and snap his mouth shut. Vicky had licked her lips, staring at him thoughtfully then announced "You taste good!" which had made the girls giggle again. Harry had attempted to stare menacingly at the laughing girls but the effect was spoiled by his flushed face and deciding there was nothing for it, he had escaped. Since that day, Vicky had taken him for her private property, to be done with as she pleased.

When Harry had gone over to the Denvers' the first time and met the rest of Vicky's family, she had wanted to show him her room. Harry had noticed a dangerous glint in her eye and declined, thinking it best to remain with the rest of the family. She had insisted and dragged him upstairs.

"Okay, I've seen your room. Can we go back downstairs now?" Harry felt nervous seeing the way she was blocking the door.

"Not yet" she replied. Vicky could be very unnerving when she remained silent or spoke little, her eyes fixed on him.

"Vicky, listen...I....I" Harry wracked his brains for something that would snap her out of this strange mood but his blood was pounding and he was at a complete loss as he was pinned between the chest of drawers and her body.

With one of her sudden movements, she had grasped his face, turning it so that she had full access to his lips and began a series of mind-numbing kisses.

"Vicky......no.......please.....stop it......Vicky, I............Don't......nooo...." Harry tried to plead between kisses as he pushed gently at her shoulders. He couldn't bring himself to push her away roughly. All the pushes and shoves he had taken during his trial had made him unable to do the same to another under any circumstances.

He couldn't deny that the kisses were thrilling, leaving him with a weak feeling in his knees and his blood rushing to his ears. The way she looked at him was enough to give him a fluttery, unsettled feeling in his stomach. But he fought those emotions with everything he had in him. He was not capable of trusting anyone. He spent so much time with these teenagers yet he didn't consider them his friends. He was not ready for a relationship. He doubted he would ever be. He liked Vicky well enough but he didn't want her to get the wrong idea. He tried to show her that in every way he could think of and though he knew she got the message, it didn't stop her from cornering Harry whenever she liked.

A week later, Harry had just lost a game to Alex on the PlayStation and taken a break since Alex had gone off to answer his friend's phone-call when Vicky had come downstairs. Seeing Harry sitting on the floor with his knees half-raised, head flung back on the sofa he was leaning against and eyes closed, she hadn't been able to resist the temptation. She had tiptoed over and placing one leg on either side of him, pretty much straddled him where he sat. Harry's eyes flew open when he felt her weight settling on him.

"Vicky, what..." that was as far as he got before her lips blocked the words forming on his mouth. His head was thrust back by the force of her kiss. His heart began to pound as the kiss intensified. He tried to pry her fingers off of his face, so he could move his head away before his movements became any more sluggish. He tried to raise her off him by lifting her by the waist but touching the hourglass curve made him draw back his hands as if burned. He tried to push at her shoulders but nothing worked and his efforts only managed to excite her.

"Stop it.....don't" Harry's voice came out breathless rather than commanding as he'd hoped when she paused for a moment. The burning emerald eyes scorched her and placing the palms of her hands firmly against his jaw, Vicky deepened the kiss. The feel of her exploring tongue inside his mouth made his blood race through his veins. Harry tried to pull her hands off his jaw before his mind went completely blank but she was determined not to let him. She kissed him again and again until her mother's insistent voice called her repeatedly from the kitchen and she grumbled off with a final violent kiss.

The matters had only been worsened one day when the girls had bullied him into taking a silly little personality quiz. He still blushed when he remembered their antics since that fateful day. The girls had found a simple quiz that identified a person's priorities in life. Harry had been reading a sports magazine and hadn't paid much attention to their squeals and giggles until they coaxed him into taking the quiz. It went something like:

If you were at home and had to do the following things, sort them from one to five with number one being what you did first followed by the rest.

(a) Close the running water tap

(b) Answer the ringing phone

(d) Collect the laundry from the lining since it was raining

(e) Answer the door

Harry had argued that there was no baby at home and picking the laundry wasn't his job but the girls had made him number all five of the choices anyway.

So he had given his answer. (1) d.....(2) c.....(3) e.....(4) a.....(5) b

His answer had made the girls squeal and howl with laughter. Harry had collected the bottles and plates afraid one of them might come crashing down on them in their mirth. Girls! Finally at Vicky's urging they had calmed down and watched eagerly as Vicky began to explain the results to him.

"Your fifth choice was to answer the phone. That means your least important priority in life is your career. Your fourth choice was to turn off the water tap so money is more important than career. Your third choice was to answer the door so that's us, your third priority in life is friends. Your second choice, the crying baby represents family and it being your second priority" Vicky paused and all the girls held their breaths, smirking at Harry in a worrying way.

"Your first choice was picking the laundry from the rain and you know what that means?.........That means that your number one priority in life iiiiiiiiss.....SEX" this made the girls let out howls of laughter at Harry's confused expression and red ears.

"Yes Harry, you are a Sex-crazed animal" Vicky growled as she advanced on him trapping his legs making him lay back on the floor as she all but climbed on top of him.

"You can't live without good sex, you need excitement in your bed, you are so hot-blooded that you constantly need new experiences" Vicky had continued in that wicked voice trailing her fingers over his chest in a suggestive manner. Harry lay there deeply panicked at having Vicky on top of him and the other girls sitting around watching him in amusement.

And since that day, Harry had gotten at least one teasing remark a day about his wild sexuality and passionate nature. The next time he went to the disco, a huge party had been thrown and most of the neighborhood kids were there. The girls must have said something about his allegedly burning desires to the other girls because he had found oh so many girls checking him out and some even making kinky suggestions. At one point, he had found himself trapped by three girls who were convinced they had an offer he couldn't resist. Harry had declined politely while holding one girls hand firmly from going any lower down his body and trying to get another girl to stop nuzzling his neck. The girls weren't ready to take no for an answer and kept trying to sway him.

"No please...I-I'm just an innocent little boy" Harry tried to sound as lame as possible.

"Why you sweet widdle innocent boy, Aunty's gonna help you gwo up in a jiffy" one of them replied.

Harry had a hard time escaping that group and some other desperate females that night. The teasing and Vicky's frequent attacks on his person continued throughout the month.

Harry's fitness program had gone much better than expected. He now had a gorgeous, mouth-watering body and a respectable height thanks to his grueling workouts and carefully planned diet. He had pushed himself pretty hard even when Ashley had told him to take a break or call it a day, knowing that a strong body and good height were essential for an intimidating presence. As the holidays were coming close to an end, Harry decided to add the finishing touches to his transformation by getting a tan. So he planned a beach vacation for the three weeks before he had to return to Hogwarts. When he told his group of 'friends', they had been disappointed that he was leaving but happy for him all the same. The mention of the beach and a tan had brought on another long discussion about Harry's so-called carnal appetites. The girls never tired of teasing him about that stupid priority quiz result. Vicky remained pretty quiet for a while before snapping her fingers and dashing off to call her dad. The next day Vicky dragged Harry to her house where everyone was having breakfast. Just when he thought he would finally be getting away from Vicky's amorous assaults, she announced that the family would be joining Harry for the vacation. Vicky's family had been planning a vacation since her dad's promotion and moving into the big house in this neighborhood but they couldn't agree on where to go. Now they had decided that Harry had the right idea and wouldn't it be fun if they all went together? Harry really couldn't see any way out of the arrangement and he knew that they meant well, but he still tried all the feeble protests before reluctantly giving his flight number and hotel reservations to Mr. Denver.

So here he was, taking a final swim at the large Exizt swimming pool the evening before his flight. Ashley had given him all the instructions on maintaining his form and fitness. He had finished buying all the clothes he'd need, visiting the boutique with Ashley the week before and all the times the girls had taken him to the mall and talked him into buying some leather and denim things as well as sporty branded outfits. The Dursleys were still too freaked out by him to do much more than grunt or sniff when he'd told them he was going off. He had said his good-byes to all the people he had gotten to know over the summer and only one person was left. He wanted to thank Ashley for all that she had done. She was busy with a phone-call just now but he knew she'd have time for a chat since the place was almost empty. She was the only person he'd told about Azkaban and everything and he was grateful for her silent support. She hadn't asked any more questions since the day he'd first told her even when he could sense that she wondered about some things. She also had the uncanny ability to sense his moods and she would plan jogging or kickboxing on the mornings when he showed up after suffering heavy nightmares. Harry climbed out of the swimming pool and picked up his bathrobe which was lying near the glass panel that separated the swimming pool from the gym. Ashley approached him as he was busy tying the sash.

"Ashley!" Harry grinned as he looked up and saw her.

"You've come to say goodbye?" she asked as she came closer to him. She looked sad but serene.

"Yeah! I...I wanted to thank you for all...." Harry glanced down not knowing how to form the words to thank her. He didn't notice how close she had come.

"For all the things I have done? But I haven't done anything" she said coming even closer.

"You've done so much, Ashley. You've completely changed me" Harry said earnestly.

"Then why don't you thank me properly" Ashley suggested softly closing the gap between them, her hands on his shoulders.

"Ashley...?" Harry was unsure as he watched the distance between their lips disappear.

"I've been wanting to do this for so long" she threaded her fingers through his hair, her breath felt warm against his face.

Her lips touched his in a gentle kiss as her fingers massaged his scalp, making his unease fade away.

Harry stayed there in her embrace for a long time, not offering any resistance yet not knowing how to respond. He really liked Ashley but he'd never thought of her the way she had just admitted thinking of him. She didn't seem to mind his lack of response, indeed it was almost as if she expected it. With one final kiss, she stepped back.

"Goodbye Harry. It was nice knowing you" she smiled sadly, a single tear escaping her eyes before she turned around and walked away.

Harry was still in a haze from the delicate kisses and couldn't reply. He wanted to go after her, tell her he'd probably be back next year but he decided to let it go. Instead he headed for the changing rooms, strangely at peace with everything. He would miss her.

Harry picked up his bag and left Exizt, pausing at the huge gates to take a final look. And then he was off to his final night of sleeping at the Dursleys. This time tomorrow, he would be on a flight to a beach paradise.

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A/N: Here are the answers to the priority quiz, in case they weren't very clear.

If you were at home and had to do the following things, sort them from one to five with number one being what you did first followed by the rest.

(a) Close the running water tap - Money

(b) Answer the ringing phone - Career

(d) Collect the laundry from the lining since it was raining - Sex

(e) Answer the door - Friends