AN: I guess I can't help but be risky, there is like one sentence in here that may be considered offensive, when Hermione wipes her fingers on Harry… Not sure if that's considered sex, but I don't think so. If you are in doubt, don't read this story.. Lol. I edited out all the sex for this chapter, again. Again, check my profile for the unedited versions of this story. It helps if you know what happened during the explicit scenes, because when the drama bomb drops near the middle of this book, you'll know what the hells going on. You'll know what im talking about when I get there. This book will be nearing 275 pages when completed, and will follow Harry from Vacation, to Hogwarts, and through the entire year and part of being home. The final book will be about Hermione's last year in school, Harry's return to the streets, and a small bundle of joy… Yea, I bet that got your interest. Thanks for reading, and enjoy!.
"Ugh?" Harry was fighting to keep one eye open, his body coated in a thick layer of sweat. Forcing himself, he rose up, grabbing one more bottle of water, he chugged half of it before making sure Hermione drank another half for herself. Finally passing out from exhaustion.
Hermione woke up first, feeling like she hadn't slept all night. "Bleh." She groaned sluggishly as she fidgeted about the bed.
Her movements woke Harry almost immediately, his body shooting ramrod straight as he looked about the room. "What?" He yelped before slumping down against the bed board.
"You scared the hell out me Harry." Hermione groaned as she attempted to roll out of bed. "Bleh. Look what you did." She scowled before wiping a finger on Harry's face.
"Ah. God damn it. Sick." Harry complained as he wiped his face on his pillow.
"It's your fault." Hermione chuckled as Harry scowled at her.
"What time is it?" Harry finally asked after having lain on his back for about ten minutes.
"OH NO!" Hermione practically yelled as she threw herself out of bed, scrambling to dress. "My parents are going to kill me."
Harry lay in bed watching Hermione rush about to get dressed until she threw his pants at him. "Hey!"
"You have to take me home. Hurry!" She pleaded as she pulled her watch out of her purse. "Oh God… It's almost noon."
"You're late already, what is the rush?" Harry scratched his nose as he slowly pulled himself out of bed. "Want me to tell them I made you do it?"
"No of course not." Hermione huffed. "I'm an adult, I can make my own decisions."
"I'll tell them I played a flute, and you followed…" Harry stopped speaking as he realized Hermione was giving him a very dirty look. "Sorry, just hate to have gotten you into shit because of me."
"Oh Harry. I know they hate you, it won't change anything." Hermione sniffed as she finished getting dressed by pulling her panties on, having forgotten them before she put her skirt on.
"I thought they loved me." Harry puffed his chest out, an indignant look on his face, causing Hermione to put a hand over her eyes and shake her head. "Oh baby. I'm just playing." Harry smiled, hoping she would reciprocate.
Hermione simply stared before sighing. "I'm sorry. I just, I'm going to be in a lot of trouble. There is going to be a fight tonight. I know it."
"Well, lets go then. I'll get you home." Harry sighed before pulling his bulletproof vest on, and shrugging into his shirt.
"Why do you wear that?" Hermione asked, pointing at the vest as Harry yanked his pants on.
"Never know when you might need it, it protects you from blunt weapons to, up to a point." Harry smirked before offering his hand to Hermione, as they began to walk out the door.
"We will need to talk more… I'm tired of you being so mysterious…" Hermione grumbled but any thing else she was going to say was forgotten after Harry opened the door.
WHOOOO!
The sound of clapping from what guests had stayed the night was deafening, cheers and laughter filling the air.
Harry bowed three times, a smug grin on his face as he winked at a few choice people. "Thank you. Thank you." He laughed while holding a hand up.
"Oh my God." Hermione held her hands over her face as she realized every one in the party must have heard them.
"Come on baby. Let's go." Harry laughed as he led a very red Hermione through the house and out the door. Harry threw one last wave at a giggling Fletch as the bright light from a noonday sun blasted their sore eyes.
Harry drove as quickly as he felt he could to Hermione's house, the mood dipping deeper and deeper into somberness as they got nearer and nearer her house.
"I just know I won't be allowed to see you the rest of the summer." Hermione sighed as she worried her hands.
"Says who?" Harry laughed before realizing Hermione had a much more worried than normal look. "It'll be fine."
"What if they don't let me go back to school?" Hermione confessed her largest worry. "I don't need to worry about us. I'm just afraid they will claim Hogwarts is making me behave badly."
"Harry… Is making you behave badly." He replied quickly.
"No. I am doing it myself. I don't know what got over me, but I love you Harry. I really do." Hermione sounded as though she were pleading as she reached out with her hand to touch his right leg.
Harry looked over at her, locking eyes; he knew she was speaking the truth. "Long way huh…?" He smiled lopsidedly at her.
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, a hint of fear in her voice.
"I love you. Don't worry. I'd do anything for you." Harry tried to placate her worry. "I just… I remember when I first met you." He laughed as he drove past her block, only lengthening the time till she had to go home.
"I remember to." Hermione giggled slightly as she thought back to how rude she had been to him. "I guess I was just… scared of you."
"Scared of me? Who could be scared of me?" He shrieked with a tinge of high pitch to his voice, his mind racing with the thoughts of how many people really were.
"You know what I mean… Harry… this is the third time you passed my street, I have to fess up some time." Hermione smiled before leaning over in her seat to kiss Harry on the cheek, wishing she had better clothes to face her parents in.
"I'll be damned." Hermione thought as they pulled up to the house, were parents were still at church.
"Want to go inside and fool around?" Harry joked as Hermione gave him a stern look.
"Of course not. I'm in enough trouble as it is." Hermione sighed as she looked at her house from inside Harry's Porsche. "I don't want to go back."
"Let's go get breakfast first." Harry offered as Hermione began to open the door. "Real quick. You are in enough trouble as it is, might as well have one last meal." He grinned.
"All right." Hermione replied, pulling the door closed. "Where to?"
"I know a nice little cookie cutter diner I eat at all the time. Let's go there." He smiled as he placed a reassuring hand on Hermione's leg. "I love you."
"Love you to." Hermione perked up a bit as Harry pulled off her block, taking them to the diner.
"I've been here." Hermione smiled as he pulled into a local Denny's. "We used to come here all the time." She beamed as Harry helped her out of the car. "Ugh, I look terrible." She sighed as she caught her reflection in one of the windows.
"Still beautiful to me, I think that is all that counts." Harry grinned as he held open the door for her. A grin playing on his lips as he watched Hermione blush, "I like when you blush." He confessed.
"What? Why?" Hermione giggled as she hid her face behind her hands.
"You just remind me of how pure and beautiful this world is." Harry sighed. "It's good to see that sometime."
"Pure huh? I thought you took care of that." Hermione snickered as she realized an old man walking near them was grinning wildly. "Let's get inside." She laughed as she pulled the door open, Harry hobbling to get in.
"Hello Harry!" A woman in a blue uniform smiled as she welcomed them in. "Table for two?"
"Yes M'am." Harry grinned as he offered Hermione his arm.
"What happened to your leg?" She asked, concern in her voice. "Haven't seen you in forever, and you come in with a limp."
"Sports accident." Harry waved his arm. "It's all right."
"I'm so sorry dear. What will you be having?" She inquired as she turned to Hermione.
"Iced tea please."
"Me to." Harry smiled as she walked off, his face falling as he realized they were sitting two tables away from Hermione's parents. "Oh shit." He whispered as he realized her father was about to stand when her mother put a hand on his arm.
"What's a matter… oh shit." Hermione almost began laughing. "We used to come here after church all the time. We hadn't done it in years though." She stifled laughter as she realized just how much trouble she really was in.
"Just act cool." Harry straightened his face as he placed a hand on Hermione's arm. "Let's eat first." He grinned at her reassuringly.
"Ok." Hermione sighed, fighting not to look at her parents. "I can't believe how I look. They are going to kill me." She sighed as she tried to rub a wrinkle out of the tiny miniskirt, pulling down on it subconsciously as it tried to ride up.
"What would you two like to eat?" The waitress asked as she returned with their drinks.
Harry and Hermione ordered large meals, a meager postponement to the problems they knew were looming over them.
The waitress smiled and accepted their order, hurriedly returning towards the kitchen to place it. It was very busy inside the diner, and there was quite the hustle and bustle coming from the back.
"Harry." Hermione whispered to him, leaning in over the table. "There are two men staring at the back of your head grinning."
"What?" Harry leaned in and whispered to, his hand subconsciously reaching for the pistol he was hiding in his back pocket. "Hand me a mirror out of your purse."
"Ok." Hermione replied, slightly confused till she noticed Harry was looking not at himself in the mirror, but over his shoulder. She was shocked when Harry stood and twirled around, his hand pointing at the men.
"You bastards! Damn near gave me a heart attack!" Harry yelped as his laughter shocked every one inside the Diner, especially Hermione's parents.
"HARRRRY!" Sirius yelled as he stood from his seat. "We were waiting to see how long it would take you to notice us!" He explained as he walked over to Harry to give him a manly embrace.
"We see your new girlfriend is the observant one." Remus laughed as he to stood to shake hands with Harry. "My name is Remus." He grinned as he offered his hand to Hermione.
Hermione smiled and shook his hand, but she couldn't help staring at the plethora of women sitting in the largest booth in the diner, all of them scrunched together eyeing her suspiciously, obviously whispering amongst themselves.
"Sirius!" Sirius cheerfully stated as he offered his hand to Hermione.
"Serious about what?" She replied.
"No… I am Sirius." Sirius laughed.
"About?"
"That's my name damn it." Sirius grumbled as Harry laughed at him.
"OH! I'm so sorry!" Hermione giggled slightly, till she noticed Harry had wandered over to where the girls were seated, hurriedly asking questions and shaking the hand of one of the girls.
"Harry spotted the new one." Remus spoke quietly, only to himself.
"Think he approves?" Sirius asked as he craned his neck.
"Approves of what?" Hermione asked as she turned to the two men.
"Her pimp'ability."
"OW!" Sirius yelped as Remus hit him over the head. "What the hell was that for?"
"Because you are an idiot." Remus replied testily.
"Harry…" Hermione looked back over her shoulder at her parents, realizing they were both wearing smug looks. "Harry." Hermione spoke a bit louder.
"Yea?" Harry shook hands with the new girl one more hand before turning and walking back to her. "What it is girl?"
"Harry? Can we talk?" Her eyes wide as she looked over his shoulder, her eyes straying from girl to girl as each in turn stared right back at her.
"Course baby." Harry grinned, shaking hands with Sirius and Remus before beckoning her back to her seat.
"I… Tell me… Are you a REAL pimp?" She finally blurted, her mouth dry as she emphasized the word real. "Like… Real… Real…"
"Oh." Harry breathed as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Well. I… I can't change who I am." Harry began, but stopped immediately as tears began to stream down Hermione's cheeks.
"Oh God." She whispered before straining her eyes to the side, noticing her parents sitting with intense looks on their faces. "They knew. She knew." Hermione bit her lip before looking back at Harry.
"Hermione. Please…" Harry began; his normally bright eyes seemed to be cold. "I never told you the whole story."
"I don't know if I want to hear it." She choked slightly, her face scrunched up as their food was delivered to their table. "Why are they staring at me?" She inquired as she jerked her chin in the direction of Harry's harem.
"Who?" Harry asked more to himself as he twisted in his seat only to spot Macey staring with a murderous look on her face. "Stop." Harry mouthed at her silently, causing her to look down at her plate, the anger still visible on her face.
"Are they?" Hermione began, unsure of how to refer to the women.
"Hoes?" Harry offered as he watched her face turn stricken.
"Is that how you refer to them?" Hermione looked lost as she fiddled with her egg, using her fork to make designs on her plate.
"Just when I am mad." Harry smiled, hoping she would catch the joke. She didn't.
Harry continued as she refused to speak. "Look. I was raised by Cynthia and Silver Magick." Harry began, noticing that Hermione had looked up as he began to speak about his past.
She stared intently at him, tears still escaping her eyes as he explained as much as he knew about his past. Harry made sure to leave the most violent and sexual experiences out as he pressed on. "Then I met Dumbledore, the rest, you know." He spoke as he finished off a bite of bacon.
"I'm so confused." Hermione sighed as she propped her elbow on the table, her hand placed haphazardly over her face. "I don't know what to do."
"Are you going to leave me?" Harry asked, for once in his life, he sounded like the lost boy he was never allowed to be.
Hermione looked up from her plate, her eyes caught by the jerky movements Harry was making with his spoon as he watched her every move. She could tell he was trying to look nonchalant, but she knew she had his heart in her hands.
"Hermione?" Harry verbally prodded her as she stared at him.
"I just need time away, I need to think." Hermione spoke slowly, her stomach churning painfully as she watched Harry's face fall, his nose flaring slightly.
"I understand. I ain't never had any one to rely on before, it ain't time to start now." He rasped, his chest strangely tight.
"Wait." Hermione began, her eyes swelling with tears as she realized what she had done to him.
Harry simply stood, ignoring her pleas. "Let the waitress keep the change." He spoke coldly as he removed a $50 pound note from a money clip in his pocket, letting it float listlessly from his fingertips as he jerked his wrist towards a saltshaker. "Do you need a ride, or am I leaving you with your parents?" His voice oddly detached as he spoke.
"I'll… My parents will take me." She felt as though her tongue was made of mercury and lead was filling her lungs. "I didn't mean…" But what she meant never made it to Harry's ears as he had walked away from her, his step wobbling more than she had ever seen.
Macey had begun to stand, but Harry pointed fiercely at her, an unspoken command flashing between the two as she settled back into her seat. Hermione ventured a glance at the girl, realizing the woman looked ready to explode with rage.
"Do these girls love Harry?" She wondered as she stood to walk to her parents. "Why would these girls love a man who did… what he did…?" Her mind raced with pictures of him helping her, of offering assistance to other students.
Harry smiling.
Harry laughing.
Harry kissing her.
Thousands of images of Harry rushed through her mind, and in an instant, she realized she had made the biggest mistake of her life. She remembered Harry explaining the drug trade to her, and how much neighborhood and safety of the innocent meant to him.
"What have I done?" She thought as she walked to her parent's table.
"Hermione." Her mother practically spat her name as they motioned for her to sit at their table. "We are both very disappointed in you. We are going to have a long talk when we get home."
Hermione nodded numbly as her parents finished their meal, she could feel the heat on the back of her neck. She knew the women of Harry's harem were sending death glares at the back of her head.
"Let's go." Her mother commanded, having paid the bill, they were ready to leave.
Hermione thought about asking the men at the table if they could tell Harry she still loved him, but the intense looks on their faces frightened her so much she couldn't bear to look at them.
"Did I fuck up bad?" Sirius asked as he watched Harry's now ex-girlfriend leave with the couple he guessed were her parents.
"I think we both did." Remus replied, his features tired and strained.
"Ooooo…. Bitch gonna get shanked…." Macey growled from her seat, her body shaking with barely suppressed rage. "If Harry didn't… ARGH… I want to cut her pretty little face!" Macey practically shouted as she slammed an open palm onto the table
"Relax." Remus hissed at her. "Fuck." He grumbled, "I can't believe that just happened."
The car ride home was completely silent as Hermione sat in the back seat of their car. She silently kneaded a pleat in her skirt as she waited for the ticking time bombs that were her parents to explode.
Her father was fidgeting as he drove, a small vein growing in his brow as he threw sideways glances at his wife.
Her mother was faring no better, as she sat stone still with her fingers interlaced in her lap. "I'm very disappointed with you." She finally growled, as though sensing Hermione's stares.
"Sorry." Hermione whispered as she averted her gaze to the toe of her boot.
"Sorry does not cut it!" Alex Granger snapped as he jerked the steering wheel.
Mrs. Granger reached over to lay a hand on her husband's leg as she continued. "Harry is filthy street trash and a thug."
Hermione continued to sit silent as her mother's words churned strong emotions within her gut. "I…" She began, but stopped, as she didn't know what to say.
The air in the car was stale with unspoken anxiety as the car pulled up into the driveway of their house. "I am so angry." Her father seethed as he opened and slammed the car door viciously. "In the house Hermione." He yelled as he stomped away.
"Now." Her mother echoed as she too walked inside.
Hermione sighed before excavating herself from her car, walking slowly towards the open door, her heart racing.
"Look at you. You look like a filthy whore." Her father spat as he stood in the hallway, his eyes bulged and his face beet red. "Filthy god damn street walker. HE tried to make you a slut did he?" He bellowed as spit flew from his lips.
"No!" Hermione screamed back. "Harry LOVED ME!" She felt her heart leap to her throat as she realized he HAD loved her, but she had ruined that. "He didn't want any of that for me!" She shouted back at her father.
SLAP
The sound of Mr. Grangers hand connecting with her face was deafening, her body tumbling to the floor as her ears rang.
"GET UP!" He screamed as Patricia finally found the will to move.
"Hunny please!" She begged as she stepped in front of her husband. "Don't do this."
"If she wants to be a filthy whore, I will treat her like one!" He screamed before turning on his heels and charging out of the room.
Hermione sobbed on the floor as her mind raced with destructive thoughts. "I am not a whore." She choked as her vision blurred with tears. "He loves me more than either of you." She hissed as her breathing became labored, her chest tightening in the grips of hyperventilation.
"Hermione." Her mother cooed as she knelt to stroke her daughter's hair. "Harry is not who you think he is." She kept her voice even, an almost coo-like tenor as she continued. "He is a drug dealer and a pimp." She began, but was immediately silenced by Hermione's struggling form.
"He is NOT a drug dealer!" She shouted as she scrambled out of her mothers embrace. "He isn't!" She continued to shout as she stumbled backwards, her body held up by the door. "He is a good man!"
"He is a murderer and a parasite on humanity!" Patricia screamed back, the supportive tone to her voice gone as she shrieked almost banshee like in the face of her daughter. "He was luring you into a life of slavery! He wanted to make you part of his plan!"
"He never harbored any thought of me like that!" She began to scream but her mother slapped her other cheek, silencing her protests.
"Look at you, dressed like trash! Did he fuck you?" Her mother was now inches from Hermione's face, disgust and loathing in her eyes.
Hermione rubbed her cheeks for a moment, her ears rang and her mind raced, preventing her from thinking straight. "Yes." She finally muttered.
"What?" Her mother asked with a hint of surprise in her voice.
"Several times. I have fucked Harry several times." Hermione looked up defiantly. "I love him, and I gave my self to him."
"Get away from me."
Hermione continued to stare coldly at her mother as she felt the temperature in the room drop.
"Get away from me. Get out of my sight before I beat you." Her mother practically seethed, her eyes burning with barely suppressed rage. "NOW!"
Hermione sidestepped and walked past her mother, stomping up the stairs, she held the banister with a death grip as her legs threatened to give under her emotional weight.
Back At Harry's House-
"Do you think Harry is ok?" Remus scratched behind his ear as he sat on the couch, his fingers fidgeting irritably.
"I think so…" Sirius replied, as he thumbed listlessly at one of the many phones they had lined up on the coffee table before them. "You don't think he did something, irrational?"
"Irrational?" Remus replied, his mind racing with images of Harry doing any number of violent things made his head hurt. "He didn't look that mad."
"He was mad." Macey spoke as she entered the room. "I have never seen him look like that. Ever." Her voice cut through the air as she set herself down into Harry's favorite recliner. "Didn't you see how he acted when I stood up?"
"I just thought…" Remus scratched under his chin before continuing. "Yea, I guess he was pissed."
"Should I go drive around and look for him?" Sirius inquired as he slowly pushed two cell phones around on the table, bumping them together while making soft car noises.
"I guess we should go look for him." Remus replied, but his ears perked at the sound of Harry's car pulling into the driveway.
"HARRY'S HOME!" Victoria screeched from the kitchen as every one attempted to look as natural as possible.
Harry pulled himself out of his Porsche slowly, his stomach felt as though it were filled with a contents of mushy clay. He was unable to stifle a sigh as he trudged towards the entrance to his home.
"Harry." Victoria smiled encouragingly at him as he entered the home and made his way for the front room.
"Baby girl." Harry forced a smile as he waved nonchalantly at Victoria.
"It's worse than I thought." Victoria whispered to Melony, the new girl. "He is really bottled up."
"How are you doing?" Remus carefully inquired as Harry entered the room, almost as though he were dragging himself.
"Great." Harry answered a little to quickly.
"Harry. There are a lot more…" Sirius began but was quickly silenced be a deadly glare from Harry.
"Don't." K.M stated blandly.
"Okey Dokey." Sirius smiled uncomfortably as Harry simply sat on the couch between the two, his melancholy mood becoming infectious.
"We had a message from The DoggFather." Remus began, hoping to take Harry's mind off of his situation.
"And?"
"He desires we send a representative to the Pimp Of The Year awards in Compton." Remus replied with a small grin.
"You will go then." Harry stated firmly.
"Me?" Remus choked. "Shouldn't you or Sirius go?"
"No. You are better at public appearances." Harry continued firmly. "When do you leave?"
"Tomorrow then." Remus fidgeted. "Then I will come home in a week."
"Fine. We will work our schedule around that." Harry leaned back in his seat, slowly unbuttoning his shirt; he shrugged himself out of his vest. "If I hear she got razor bladed on the subway, I will not hesitate to lay hands on you." Harry sighed as he looked at Macey. "No one touches her."
Macey shrugged innocently before looking back down at the floor.
Sirius had begun to speak, but Harry simply raised a hand to silence him. "I ride tonight. Wake me when it's time to work." He then stood, stretched with a groan and made his way to the bedroom, his bulletproof vest clutched in a lightly folded bunch in his left hand.
"I don't know if you wizard people believe in God, but you might want to pray that we don't have any problems tonight. Harry doesn't look forgiving." Macey explained as she ran her fingertips over the arms of the recliner.
"To right." Sirius agreed as he stood up.
"Where is Compton?" Remus blurted, his face etched with worry and confusion
"Heh." Macey smirked.
Hermione lay in the bathtub, feeling more alone then she had ever felt in her life. Listlessly she would cup the bubbles between her hands and push them about, letting her thoughts project onto the reflected image of the tiny bubbles.
Harry sat in the passenger seat of Sirius's Aston Martin as they chugged along at a relaxed pace. He seemed to be staring intently at the license plate of Remus' Escalade.
"You all right?" Sirius inquired, his face glancing quickly at Harry before returning to the road.
"Fo' Sho'." Harry replied listlessly.
"If you aren't up for tonight." Sirius wanted to give Harry time to rest or relax, but his speech was cut short by Harry waving a hand back a forth.
"I'm fine. Really." Harry sounded irritably. "I'ma get back into the game I almost lost."
"If you're sure. Then let's get it done."
Harry was far from fine; he was finally without guidance and feeling very alone. Silver Magick had never told Harry about love; in fact, love had never existed to Silver Magick.
Flash Back-
Harry sat at the kitchen table of a much to small apartment, Silver Magick sat across from him with his legs crossed. "Let me learn you something." Silver began, his weathered and fist fight scarred hands gesticulating with each word.
Harry simply sat spell bound, his young and impressionable mind soaking up every word spoke by his mentor.
"Love is just shit in the mind. Chemicals Harry." Silver tapped his temple with a finger to emphasize his point. "There is only one real thing in this world. Pussy."
Little Harry nodded as he feigned understanding of Silver's words. "Pussy." He squeaked to show he was listening intently.
"See, there ain't love. It's all just infatuation. Muther fuckers don't LOVE they wives." He spoke more forcefully. "They just get willing to suffer fo da pussy."
"Suffer?" Harry inquired, still not understanding the conversation. "Why would you suffer for it?"
"Beats the hell out of me Harry." Silver replied. "That's my point exactly." His palm open and curled back towards him.
"Why suffer for pussy?"
Harry's eyes jerked open as the Aston Martin came to a stop outside of the hotel they were delivering Macey to. The harsh glare of the Escalades parking brakes bathed Harry and Sirius in the all to familiar color of blood.
"I'll walk Macey."
"You got it K.M."
The warm hum of the V12 ceased as Harry pulled himself out of the car, his cane tapping with each step he took. He could still feel the painful constriction of his chest, and an almost queasy feeling in his gut.
"Thanks for walking me." Macey smiled as Harry offered his arm to her. "You look better." She lied; it was obvious by Harry's face he had a lot on his mind.
Harry smirked as he listened to Macey fuss about him getting worked up, he knew his harem would always be there for him.
"He said the third floor." Macey spoke, three fingers extended in a spear like fashion while pointing at the elevator near by.
"Got it." Harry replied, his cane tip poking firmly against the call button, his mind watching in abject fascination when the arrow became back lit by a halo of green. "Green for the moneys." He smiled.
"What was that K?" Macey inquired.
"Didn't say shit."
A soft chime announced their arrival on the third floor. Harry hated elevators, they always made his stomach churn, and it was only worse in his current state.
"Room 312."
"Lead on."
Harry had dressed slightly less gaudy for this client, as per request. It was almost nice to dress in a black suit; it felt as though it matched his mood. "I hate goth." He shuddered before using the heavy obsidian stone on the handle of his cane to knock on the door.
"Hello." The man who opened the door was a clean-cut businessman. His face betraying the fact he was slightly nervous. "Please, come in." He smiled before moving out of the way for Harry and his woman to enter.
"What it is?" Harry poured on the Ebonics as he explained the transaction to the pasty white man in front of him. "Half Now. Half Later."
The man immediately reached into his pocket to withdraw the money, his face eager as he described exactly what he wanted. On a level of depravity, he was relatively low on the scale. "A black school girl who wants anal." He explained as he pointed to an outfit he had lying on the bed. Run of the mill.
K.M smiled and asked that he enjoy his services as he took the money. "Give him some free head too." He commanded Macey before leaving, watching as the man grinned like a child in a candy shop.
"Good guy." Harry laughed before exiting the door and making his way back out of the Hotel.
Remus gave the thumbs up to Harry as he hobbled pass, eliciting a nod in return.
"Every thing good?" Sirius inquired as Harry entered the car.
"I wish more johns were just like that guy." Harry smiled widely as the convoy fired up and rolled out to continue their night's business.
"That good huh? Wow." Sirius laughed.
A Mansion In London –
"Master. The boy is well protected and his survival skills are sharp." Luscious Malfoy groveled at the feet of Lord Voldemort.
"You mistakes anger me Luscious." A cold snake like hiss emanated from beneath a black cloak. "How do you expect to rule the world, if you can't rule a neighborhood."
"I. I'm not sure." Luscious braced himself for the curse that Voldemort so nonchalantly used on his followers. Intense pain and mind numbing internal monologue filled his head as Voldemort jerked his wand at him.
"Kill him. Kill his whores. Kill the bitch he loves. Kill his friends." Voldemort screamed at Luscious, before kicking the twitching figure at his feet. "Do you HEAR ME?" His voice shook the walls.
Harry-
"OW!" Harry yelped as he gripped a palm over his forehead. "Fuck. Shit that hurts!" His eyes grew wide as he realized blood was seeping from the scar on his forehead.
Sirius slammed on the breaks as he turned to Harry, his hand fumbling with the push button on the rearview mirror of the car, a small fluorescent light popped into existence as he angled it at Harry's face. "What happened?" He yelped.
"I don't know. First I'm just sitting here, then ma muther fuckin scar starts hurting and bleeding." Harry yelped as he attempted to stem the flow.
"I should call Remus." Sirius breathed as he fumbled with his pocket.
"No. I'm good. Catch up with him. I'm fine." Harry spoke quickly as he pulled a bandana out of his pants pocket, wrapping it around his head, the knot cocked to the side of his face, inches from his scar. "Don't say shit."
"Ok." Sirius replied as he rushed to catch up with Remus, who seemed fairly intent on getting to their next destination. "If you say so."
"Let me put on some tunes."
Reaching into the cd carrier he plucked a cd from its carrier and inserted it into the stereo, the speakers humming to life as they drove on. The song Return Of The Mack By Mark Morrison exploded from the speakers.
Sirius grinned silently as he listened to Harry sing along to the song. His pent up frustrations and angers coming to a head as he poured his heart out in song. Sirius was glad he was finding an out.
"Finally!" Harry blurted as they pulled up into the parking lot of the club they were working that night. "I hate driving all the way out here."
"I like to drive." Sirius grinned as he pulled the key gently out of his Aston Martin. "Driving makes me happy."
"That's good." Harry laughed as he tried to figure out who was the youngest of the pair. "I still hate this place."
"Why is that? I've never pimped here." Sirius inquired as he took in the bright lights and long entrance line.
"It's filled with rich fucks with more money than brains who think they can bully ya." Harry explained as he walked towards Remus's Escalade with Sirius. "Most of the times I had to beat some ass was here."
"Oh." Sirius's face-hardened as he put a bit more pimp in his step. "Think we will have to beat some ass?"
"I am almost looking forward to it." Harry smirked as he twirled his cane in his fingertips, waiting for Remus to finish unloading the Escalade of the women.
Sirius puffed his chest a bit and grinned.
"What's so funny?" Remus inquired as he finished locking up his car.
"Nothin." Sirius and Harry chimed in unison, as they shared a look.
Remus simply shrugged as they began to walk towards the entrance, one girl on each of their arms.
Harry had Claudia and Melony, the new girl. He was hoping he could turn them out for a three some to one John, so Claudia could teach Melony what it is.
"I can't believe it." Melony breathed as she looked around, she recognized the club they were in. "You just walked in like that."
"That's because I'm a pimp." Harry replied.
"Yes you are." Melony cooed as she snuggled up tighter to Harry's arm.
"What is this trick playing at?" Harry thought as he watched her carefully. His mind quickly jerked to other thoughts as a reliable John approached Harry and company.
"K.M." The man nodded as he appraised the girls on his arms.
"Two for one on these." Harry spoke as he eyed his women.
"Deal." The man spoke before handing a large wad of bills to Harry. They had done enough business that the man simply paid in full.
Something about Melony struck a chord in Harry as he watched the John walk away, driving Harry to action. "MELONY!" He shouted. "Get over here."
Melony twirled nervously, her foot catching on the rug as she toppled over. "Yes? Oooph." She yelped as she returned to his side.
"Victoria. Go." Harry sent Victoria, who was worth much more then what he was paid in her place. "Do him good as an apology for switching bitches."
The man grinned madly as he realized just what kind of deal he was receiving. "Thanks K.M." He waved as Victoria looped arms with him, wrinkling her nose daintily in a grin.
"Is something wrong?" Remus asked as he stepped up next to Melony.
"Yes." Harry replied, his eyes never leaving Melony. "I'm going to take her outside. Sirius, come with me. Remus, pimp the floor." Harry made his orders as he gripped Melony around her lower arm.
"Yes sir." Remus and Sirius replied in unison, moving to make his wishes done.
"You come with me." Harry spoke evenly as he drug Melony out of the car to Sirius's vehicle. He quickly opened the passanger door and ordered her in, slamming the door quickly. "If she looks like she is doing any hocus pocus or some shit, shoot her." Harry commanded as he gave a stern look to Sirius.
Sirius simply stared with his mouth agape, as he wondered what Harry thought was going on.
"Who fuck are you really?" Harry growled as he sat down next to her. "Keep your fucking hands on the dash or I'll have Sirius lay you out."
"I'm Melony." She replied incredulously as she laid both hands on the dash of the car.
"Bull shit. You smell like cop to me." Harry growled as he reached towards her, his hands running over the many curves and crevices on her body. "Ahah!" He grinned triumphantly as he withdrew a wand from between her thighs.
"Listen here you." She began but quickly became silent as Harry placed his pistol against her temple.
"Who?" He growled.
"Who what? WAIT OK!"
Harry slid the hammer on his gun back with his thumb as he began to loose his patience. "Who bitch?"
"The ministry of magick. My name is Officer Tonks and I am related to Sirius."
"I'm gonna have to kill both of you then. Is Remus in on this too?" Harry twitched as his finger ached to jerk back.
"Sirius doesn't know it is me. I am a shape changer, or metamorphamagus." Tonks began talking, hoping she would live long enough to get help or disarm Harry.
"What do you want with me? Talk fast before I shoot every one and start over." He spat as he began to lean away from her, giving space between them to make a clean shot.
"Look, you're under Ministry watch. I'm just supposed to get you into trouble so we can smear your name. Monitor you and release it. How did you know?" She began to speak quickly, tears seeping from her eyes as she lost hoping by the minute in her ability to escape.
"I could smell you, I smelled the scent of that prison you interrogated me in on you. I don't forget shit like that, you stupid cunt." Jamming fiercely against her temple, he made stars explode before her eyes as the steel instrument threatened to knock her unconscious.
"Sirius." Harry called, causing the man to lean down and look into the car, his face mixed with shock and fear as Harry held the woman at gunpoint, tears flowing from her eyes. "You have ten seconds to tell me why you hired a cop to be my whore, or I shoot both of you, then go in and kill Remus to."
Sirius spluttered and choked as he repeated. "I didn't know. I didn't know. We met her trying to whore her self at a bar, and we took her in. I didn't know Melony was a snitch."
"Her name is Tonks." Harry shouted, "Says she knows you ass hole." Harry was loosing his temper quickly.
"Tonks?" Sirius choked as he and Harry watched in fascination as she turned form. "It is Tonks." His eyes wide as he looked at Harry, he spoke softly. "I didn't know. Remus didn't know."
Harry slid the decocker on the pistol down with his thumb, the hammer falling hard against the barrier that prevented it from igniting the shell within the chamber. The click of the gun made Tonks burst into sobs, for a moment, before Harry pistol-whipped her, her head falling limp against the door under Sirius.
"I'm so sorry Harry." Sirius continued as he wondered fearfully of what course of action Harry planned to pursue.
"I can't believe this shit. You stupid fuck." Harry ran his fingers through his hair as he slipped the pistol back into his pants. "Can not fucking believe it."
"I am so sorry." Sirius chanted as he watched Harry excavate himself from the car. "What do we do now?"
"I'm thinking about raping her and then killing her myself." Harry replied, to see what Sirius's reaction would be. "Doesn't matter what order to me."
"I. She is my family Harry. I didn't know… but…" He stuttered, unable to bring himself to look at Harry. "I… she shouldn't have done what she did…"
"I won't kill her." Harry finally spoke, having judged Sirius sufficiently.
"I think we should ask Dumbledore." Sirius finally spoke. "He is good with this kind of stuff."
"My headmaster?" Harry scratched his head before shrugging. "We will tie her up and keep her at the house till Dumbledore comes and handles it."
"Ok." Sirius perked up a bit. "Stupid bitch." He muttered as he looked at the unconscious form of Tonks. "I can't believe I fell for her shit."
Professor Dumbledore apparated into Harry Potters home the next morning, as per the request of Sirius Black. "Harry?" He blurted out immediately as he realized young Ms. Tonks was bound and gagged and lay before him.
Harry sat on his couch, his feet laying on Tonk's back as though she were an inn-table. "Dumbledore. We have a problem."
"That we do Harry." Dumbledore concurred as he walked closer to Harry. "Why is this young auror held as such?"
"She tried to set me up. She is lucky I didn't kill her." Harry replied coldly, as he grabbed his pants leg, dragging his gimped leg off of her.
"I will speak to her about such operations." Dumbledore assured Harry. "I do not think it wise to behave in such… a way… It may cause you problems."
"I'll keep that in mind Dumbledore." Harry nodded as he watched the man cast a few spells on Tonks.
"Her mind is clean." Dumbledore tipped his head before apparating away, Tonks under his arm.