Bad Nights Lead To Bad Mornings

Real life sex isn't like in the movies. It's not usually out in the rain or in the closet at a friend's party. Real sex is loud, accidental and accident prone. Nothing ever goes right, and your body tends to make the most embarrassing sounds, but somehow nobody cares. When that first rush of pleasure takes over you forget how embarrassed you are to be naked in front of someone else. When it's so intense and wonderful your mind can't focus on anything else. Of course…it's not always like that. To me, sex is a sport. Just like skating or football, you're no good at it if you don't practice and I hadn't practiced in awhile.

"Oww! My hair my hair my hair!"

"Fuck, is that the wall?"

"That bloody dog won't stop barking."

"I think the headboard just broke."

And so it went. It was so disastrous that after, I had to sleep in the spare room I couldn't lay next to Harry. I was so pitiful I couldn't even do something so utterly primal right. Well it wasn't going to happen anymore. I'd fallen straight into his arms (as always) the second he'd acknowledged me. Starting now, I was going to be harder to seduce.

The next morning I was awake bright and early. It was still raining but the power had been restored during the night. The thunder and lighting had ended although the downpour prevailed. I made coffee and took Dantes out to the barn to check on the horses. I'd had to fix the barn three times in the past few months because of leaks. Since I hadn't gotten a chance to check last night I was a little afraid to see the state of the horses.

Le Ferme Rimaud was known for its quality Selle Francais horses, fantastic sport horses actually. I had fallen in love with them when I was younger and visited France with my parents. That summer I had learned to ride. My grandmother once told me of her French lover, Albert Rimaud, and how he owned a farm that bred horses. After everything I went through in England and my attempts at being a muggle in society failed…I got in touch with the ailing man and offered to help out. These horses had become my life.

There were currently four mares, two stallions, one filly and two colts in the stable. My favorite horse was one of the stallions. Karne was the reddish stallion. He was a stud horse and had won many a championship. He arrived right before I did. He was just a colt then and we quickly bonded. Some of the other horses didn't seem to like me when I first arrived and Albert left, but Karne and I always got along famously. He was also the fastest horse in the stable. Riding him was like riding the wind. You forgot there was even a body of muscle below you and simply felt as if you were running faster than anything.

I opened the door slowly and Dantes jumped inside. The horses were used to him and didn't whinny like they used to at his arrival. The new foals were always a little apprehensive of him. The leaks hadn't reopened from all appearances and everyone was dry and warm. I quickly got to feeding them and trying to explain why they couldn't go run outside just yet, how it was too wet and cold and too likely to start thunder and lightning again. I got no reply's or signs of comprehension. When I reached Karne's stall I slipped in next to him. His coat was shinning, despite the darkness. I couldn't even explain how much I wanted to go ride in the fields. I had become close friends with most of the farmers around and they never minded my riding through their fields. The horses' galloping scared away some of the wild animals and kept their crops or animals safe for another day. I was like the sheriff or something. I smiled to myself and stroked Karne's neck.

"Don't worry old man; we'll get you all out a little later when the wind's died down a bit." He huffed and flicked his tail. I smiled and left his stall. I heard Dantes bark and turned to face the door. Harry's outline was taking up the majority of the doorframe. I shivered as thoughts of the previous night crossed my mind. Inadvertently I grimaced.

"Morning." He said, walking over with his hands in his coat pocket. "So this is what you do now? Take care of these beasts?"

"Yes." I said coldly. He noticed and looked confused.

"What's wrong?"

"Last night was a mistake." I said turning away from him and walking towards Armand, the black colt in the last stall. I knew he was a bit surprised…but he's the one who gets to orgasm no matter what. Saying it was good for me wouldn't just have been a fib; it would've been a full blown lie.

"What do you mean? I thought you…I thought you still had feelings for me."

"I do, but that doesn't mean I want you to use me for sex just because I feel something for you." I looked back at his shocked face. "Listen to me very closely Harry. I'm not one of your groupies. I fell straight into your arms and I'm ashamed of it. I told you I would never be one of those girls. Well I fucked up and became one and I didn't like it. Remember Wendy?" I asked him.

"Wendy James? Of course I remember her. One of the most difficult girls I ever dated. She had to have everything done perfectly and had me running around London half to time to make sure it would be."

"Exactly. You tried so hard for her to like you. You wanted to add her to your list so badly and she seemed like she couldn't care less about you. I never told you but I was in the ladies at a restaurant once and she and a friend were at the mirrors. She was gushing about you and how wonderful you treated her and how you'd almost made her fall for you."

"I don't think I'm getting your point." He said quietly as he leaned against the stall nearest him.

"That's what I want."

"To be a stuck up snob who has everything her way?"

"No. I want you to try and make me fall for you. The fact that I have isn't relevant."

"Yes it is... it saves me the trouble." I stared at him with freezing eyes. "Or…it doesn't…save me...anything." He trailed off as I glared daggers at him.

"I don't want to be your back up."

"You're not my back up!" He started to walk towards me but I took a step backwards.

"I'm not going to sleep with you again."

"Ever?"

"Not until you get your act together and stop treating me like you can walk all over me. If you really do have feelings for me…I'd suggest you show me."

"But I don't know how to do that for real. I've only ever put the charm on for girls I wanted to sleep with."

"Then you'd better learn quickly. If you don't fix this before the rain ends, you're leaving without what you came for." I walked into the stall and slammed the door. I heard Harry stumble out of the stable muttering to himself. I sat down next to Armand and let out a huge breath. I was taking a step in the right direction to heal myself from being that trodden on Hermione.

A/N Alright, so…special thanks to honeymufins for giving me some inspiration (I hope this was to your liking) I agreed with you that Harry was smug and Hermione was getting annoying. I thought this was a good turning point though. I also REALLY wanted to write that sex part at the beginning because literature never seems the capture the fact that sex isn't perfect…I admit I've written some stuff myself that shows ideal sex, but what can you do? Any other ideas or preferences…let me know.

Kaccee