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King of Bandit

Chapter 2

King of the World

"Who are…!?" the thug behind the door tried to get out in his anger while his three suit wearing muscle bound men waited, just as angry for orders.

However, the young adventurer did not let him finish his question before he struck. The thug went down with a hand wrapped around his throat and his head smashed through the brick wall, cracking mortar and plaster, shattering into some bricks, going down, out cold to lie at his feet, a crumpled mess of blood, completely ruining his suit.

"I'm Harry… Harry King; it's a pleasure to meet you!"

Two of the other men took that as cues to attack, but Harry moved faster, kicking one in the nuts while slipping his left hand into the man's jacket and pistol-whipping him out cold with his own gun as he drew it, before aiming it at the last two. They seemed like they were going for guns but the click of the safety release on the silver handgun he took was enough for them to get the point and back off.

However, the fat slob of a thing was truly terrified while his men did not show those signs they were not stupid enough to do something stupid, like try to attack.

"Right, tell fatty here that she is off the menu, and that if you or any of your boys come back here ever again, I'll fucking kill you all!"

"Y-you haven't the guts kid!"

Bang!

The man screamed like a little girl as his kneecap was blown off. He fell to the floor, crying and screaming, holding the bloody limb. "Don't even think for a moment that I don't have the guts because I've met bigger bads than you could possibly imagine, and I'm still alive, now get the fuck out of here and take fatty, your 'friends', and the cry-baby with you!" he demanded and the man nodded quickly and picked up his injured 'friend'.

It was kind of amusing watching him trying to drag the others too. "Why didn't you kill him; he took what was mine!" the fatty whined without a clue Harry could still hear him.

"Because that boy is dangerous! You don't cross people like him and win! He would have blown our brains out!" he hissed his reply. "He wears a freaking weapon on his arms, and when a guy does that, and doesn't use it; it's probably good for your continued breathing!"

Harry shrugged, amused those types of 'gangsters' still exist as he looked to a man and woman a little down the hall. He knew they must be the girls' parents. He shrugged, smirking before turning from where they watched him in awe, re-safety-ed the gun and closed the bedroom door behind him, locking it.

She was lying in her bed still, under her covers looking at him, squirming. "Hey, so, I can still stay, right?" he asked and she readily nodded her head, lifting her covers to reveal her naked body, he pulled off his boxers and slid in. "I guess I can always catch a later boat," he said as she pulled his lips to meet hers, hungrily taking his tongue.

It was about one in the afternoon the next day that Harry had cleaned up, washed and gotten dressed in some green cargo trousers, his brown and black walking shoes, and white tee shirt since he carried everything around with him using a useful magical trick. Anyway, what's the point of all of the magic in the world if you don't use it when you need too?

He wore a cream coloured jacket and Kir had returned from wherever it was he wandered too sleep while Harry was getting some action. He would sometimes hide under his jacket if there wasn't anywhere else.

Harry still didn't know the blonde girls name, and she had already left her room after showering with him, and dressed. She had left him a sandwich, which he devoured before leaving and locking her room after him, having hidden his new gun away using magic since he didn't want to screw up and get into a crap-load of trouble if caught trying to take a weapon on a ferry because that was too troublesome.

Harry stretched his muscles, feeling great. He had been surprised that the police hadn't been called after the gunshot, but maybe people realised who got shot and didn't care, or the hotel was empty, which wouldn't surprise him, given the bull-shit that had been going down.

He soon found his temporary lover at the service desk. She smiled at him as he reached her, and leaned over, kissing his lips. "I wish you could stay with me," she said brightly. "I'm only a year older than you, and I doubt I will ever find anyone as magical as you are."

"I'm sure you'll find somebody… 'Magical'," he said with a smirk, stealing one last kiss. "We might see each other again… with luck," he said as she watched him walk out of the doors and disappear out of her life after saving it.

He was her Saviour!

Harry had boarded the ferry twenty minutes before it was due to depart, so he sat back on a bench on deck to relax as he was still a little sleepy from the night before.

He let his mind drift as the sun cooled down on him while mildly wondering whether Kir was the laziest snake on earth or whether that was just a snake thing. He would have to look that up sometime if he remembered.

London!

His 'family'...

He remembered when he found a new hope, when a man saw he could do great things if only encouraged.

He was a five-year-old little boy with messy black hair. He wandered alone and hungry through the streets of London, unaware that he was being watched and followed by an old man.

Harry Potter was cold and a part of him regretted running away. He didn't even know where he was going as he wandered the streets. It didn't even cross his mind that the family elves should have been able to track him anywhere. He just knew his family would be better off without him in the way. His family would not have him to glare at, and starve, and treat like dog-doo.

The young boy walked down a deserted alley with a blue backpack over his shoulders, leading in to a dead end. Sighing he turned around, jumping. There was an old man standing in his path. He wore a long, flowing orange trench coat, and had brown eyes with greying black hair that stood out at angles, in all directions downwards. He looked down at Harry with a mischievous grin plastered on his lips. Harry was not really sure whether he should be afraid of the old man or not, but he did not seem very sinister.

"Hello kid," the man said with a grin, his brown eyes were kind and understanding.

"Err, who, who are y-you?" replied little Harry in a small voice. He was feeling scared, but he held his ground. He had only just run away, and now he had been caught. He wondered whether the old man had been following him, since he could have sworn he felt a weird presents behind him for a while now.

"My name is Jing... King," he introduced himself, pausing after his first name as if something amused him about his second name. He smiled. Harry would swear he had heard that name before, the Jing part, but he couldn't quite place it. "I am old and I'm not getting any younger," he began, laughing at his own humour. "I fear my time in this world is not long but to expire, so I searched for a boy just like I was – with so much hidden potential, so that my talent is not lost. I am here to offer you the chance of a life time."

Harry gulped, stepping back slightly, it was not that he thought the man might hurt him; he was just confused and startled. "W-why...? W-what do you want with me?" He thought, since his parents did not want him around for anything why would anyone else.

Jing grinned with a non-committed shrug. Harry hadn't met many old people and no one as old as this man other than Albus Dumbledore. However, Jing was clean-shaven and was neat and tidy wearing muggle clothes. But there was something this man had that was the same as Dumbledore, and that was a sense of power. Dumbledore frightened him sometimes, mainly because of how he wanted his family to act, but Jing's power was not a sense that he was doing anything purposeful as Dumbledore was, that crazy old man wanted people to be impressed by him just walking into the room, Jing didn't seem to care either way.

"Unfortunately, Harry I squandered so many chances to settle down and have a family," Jing said with a faraway gaze before it returned to Harry, smiling lightly. "Therefore, I had no children to pass my legacy down upon," he said before mumbling something that Harry didn't quite catch, but he didn't ask, "that I know of."

"How'd you know my name?" he demanded, starting to feel afraid.

Jing chuckled with a sheepish shrug. "I've met your parents before, and I watched you, and when I looked into those eyes of emeralds it was as if I was looking at myself; the possibilities; to steal such a gem as pure and unrestrained by the improbable. I knew you, the child with nothing to stay. There for he would become the new king and the legend would continue long after I have gone and left this world."

He moved closer to the shocked child, crouching down to eye level he smiled. The child was intelligent, long above his tender years. He had magic within him just as far reaching as his possibilities. Jing knew the child would never know how to fail even if he had to try time and again and that was the spark of truth.

"People once said that I could steal the stars from the sky!" he said with a flare to his voice as he stood up, straight, proud, and strong.

Harry stared at him in open mouthed shock. "Y-you're from my book!" he declared in awe. "You were the Bandit King!"

Harry had read a book about all of the Bandit Kings crimes and his legend; he had just found it lying in his room one day and found it fascinating. He had even dreamt of one day becoming the King of Bandit, which would be so cool. However, he just thought it a fairytale; some of the things in the book just seemed unbelievable. He then realised where he heard this old man's name: In the book.

It seemed so amazing; he was actually face to face with 'the' Bandit King: The King of Bandit. His hero was in front of him. Harry's eyes were wide open in shock and awe, he was really meeting him, it was not just a dream, not a lie; he could see it was the truth in the old man's eyes… they held no fibs.

Jing grinned as he watched the boys' mind work frantically, trying to understand, to comprehend what he had been told. "You enjoyed the book I left for you then?" he finally asked noticing the young lads' awed expression with some amusement.

Harry nodded emotionlessly. "I-it in my backpack," he soon responded, a small smile stalled on his lips.

Jing grinned. "How would you like to take my place," he asked in barely a whisper. "How would you like to be my heir?" he added quietly.

Harry's eyes bugged out of his head comically, in shock and wonder. "You really want me to be the next King of Bandit?" he asked, his voice full of wonder and hope.

Jing nodded and offered his left hand. "Only if you want to?" he agreed. Harry suddenly nodded eagerly; making the best choice in his life… he took the old man's hand in his right.

It would be a while until he knew; he had always taken the name Bandit. That was who he was. Bandit King.

"Are we there yet?" Kir startled Harry out of his thoughts, and he laughed.

"Not quite," he said, shaking his head. "The Ferry hasn't even pulled out of dock yet, and won't for..." He looked at his watch. "Another ten minutes, so give it a rest. You spend most of your time sleeping anyway, so what's your problem?"

"I got bored!"

"Well don't try scaring people. They won't all be as awesome as me!" he said laughing as he went back to lounging, thinking about when he first met Kir.

Harry King was sad and lonely. He was twelve with a mess of black hair to his lower neck. His emerald coloured eyes were dull as he wandered through the small wood, lost in thought and heartache.

His Grandpa Jing had just passed over to the other side, leaving the young boy by himself. He had friends whose parents would take him in without hesitation, but he had a world to explore now he had nothing keeping him in one place. He had some funds left by his grandpa, and plenty of homes around the world he inherited, so he would have places to stay, not to mention friends.

He knew he was a bit young to travel the world alone. However, if he was to become 'King of Bandit' he should start young, right? He had all of the skills needed; he just had to find his first target, and succeed. He would live up to the name Bandit King.

The young boy walked alone through the small woods when he suddenly heard a snickering voice, "I'll scare the little human boy, real well!" Right then a small black and red snake slithered into view on a branch as it appeared in a stream as if it had been invisible before. It was just below eye level. "Boo!" it hissed amusedly, giggling at the startled little human boy.

The young human suddenly grinned, giggling excitedly. "Wow, you're funny little guy, aren't you?" he said to the snake in a hissing language he didn't notice at the time.

"You speak!" the little snake hissed out, startled.

"Umm... of cause I do, silly!" he replied, finding that the little guy brightened his day.

The little snake shook his head while little black eyes rolled. "You speak the language of serpents!" he confessed in amazement.

"I can speak parseltongue?" he asked in awe while the snake didn't know what that meant he took from context that it was what humans called their language.

Now a normal wizard child from the wizarding world in the UK would cry and think he was going to be evil and have to try hiding his gift, However, Harry wasn't a normal wizard child anymore, and though he had never met a parselmouth before he had been to countries where the culture considered them high society, and a mark of good fortune among other things.

"That is so awesome!" he declared in glee instead of freaking out. "I can't wait to tell my best friend Sahara! She will so freaking be jealous of how much more awesome I am now!"

The little snake looked confused. "You is silly human!" he said, but it wasn't spoken in a hurtful way, but jokingly.

"Oh, well, hey!" Harry said with a sheepish grin. "My given name is Harry Potter, but my taken name is Bandit King, but normally I just go by Harry King because I don't want anyone suspecting that I'm going to be the next king of Bandit's, so it's mostly to protect my real name, you know, names can have power and all that stuff."

"I do not have a name!"

"I know, how about Kir!?" Harry suggested. "That was my grandpas familiars name!"

"I suppose I'll take it!" the snake agreed readily. "But how are you going to become a king of anything all alone?"

"Well I am a wizard, but..." he sighed shaking his head. "I don't know much sorcery! I do know lots of magic and fighting techniques though, and stuff like that! I suppose I'll manage, but I suppose if you want Kir, you could come with me as my familiar. It would be cool to have a magical snake to talk too."

Kir looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, corking his little black head to look at him; he had red over his eyes looking like a little mask. He was deep in thought for a moment.

"Hmm… okay… I guess I haven't really got anything better to do," he agreed with a short nod of agreement. Well in actual fact, it was boring in the small woods without anyone to talk to, and the young lad: Harry King seemed interesting enough; he just didn't realise how interesting life would get when Harry hadn't found a cute girl to take his mind off getting into trouble.

Harry laughed and offered his arm down to the young serpent. Kir climbed up, coiling carefully around his wrist and forearm. He was small, and in a snakes growth was about the same age as Harry was.

"Do you want me to find you some food before we leave?" Harry asked eagerly with all the energy that rolled off him in droves, hoping up and down.

Kir chuckled shaking his little head in the negative. "I ate yesterday, and we snakes don't eat everyday like you mammals," he answered good-naturedly, with what might be call a smug smirk, though that could just be Harry's new friend's normal expression.

Harry giggled in amusement. "Okay then… let's go," he declared over-eagerly, as he sprang forward, bouncing off through the woods, happy he would have a partner in crime, 'literally'. From that day on Harry and Kir became the best of friends and never went far from each other, exploring the world and bringing forth the new legend of the King of Bandit.

Harry sighed as he made it to the front of deck before the ship had made much headway. He watched as they finally left Calais, amused, leaning back against the safety rail. He was just going to head back inside to grab a drink when he saw a girl, his age there about with crinkled light brown hair tied back into a ponytail.

She is quite slender, wearing tight blue jeans and a pink hoody-top. She stopped a little way from him, leaning on the railing, looking out into the ocean. Her brown eyes were down and thoughtful, sadness clouding over her vision, so she probably was not seeing much of the beautiful day to be out on deck, as since whatever happened in New York seemed to have screwed with the planets climate and it was taking a while to slowly whirl back into place.

He was curious as he could sense her magic. She was leaking it. He had never, not once seen a wizard or witch, except the odd under school age muggle-born, well on muggle transport before. It was a novel experience as some muggle-borns must still get along with their muggle family enough to travel that way, or they were smart like him and didn't want to miss anything, as the journey was half of the trip.

Harry grinned as he pushed himself up from the rail and walked over, leaning on her portion of the rail next to her. She didn't even acknowledge him, and he was sure she hadn't noticed him. It was amusing he supposed, but not quite that clever of her with Death eaters after English witches and wizards, muggle-born especially.

"Knut for your thoughts?" he asked in English, taking a guess, startling her, her cheeks flamed up, embarrassed at her lack of attention.

"S-sorry," she said sheepishly. "I just have a lot on my mind… its nothing really, but it was nice of you too… wait, you said knutt, as in…?" she trailed off as he nodded, shrugging. "You're a wizard, but how did you know I'm a witch?" she asked, concerned.

"You were giving off enough stressed magic to clue in an inanimate object," he answered, amused while she ducked her head, further embarrassed. "I'm Harry King! Please may I ask the name of the fine young witch I am now in the company?" he said in a mock snooty way that she associated with purists.

She could not help but smile, letting out a small giggle. "I'm Hermione Granger. I really didn't think others like me travelled the muggle way."

"Well, I don't want to miss anything fun now do I?" he asked grinning as he looked around and then gestured her. "If I were as foolish as to teleport everywhere, I would have missed the opportunity to make a new friend like you now, wouldn't I?"

"T-then I'm glad you're here," she replied, smiling as they went back to looking over the sea, leaning on the rail with the wind nipping at them. "It makes me feel kind of crummy thinking about going back... with you know… 'HIM' on the loose, but it'll make me feel worse just leaving all of my friends to it and not returning."

"The all-time dilemma… do you know what I would do?" he asked her and she looked to him shaking her head. "I would buy me a bazooka," he said in all seriousness and she could not help but burst out laughing as he gave her a grin and took her right hand in his left.

"In a way it's the truth," he commented as she calmed down. "There are these people who say two wrongs don't make a right. In a way, I suppose I can see their point, but if some guy decides he's going to slap me around. I'm going to break his face, and maybe kick him in the nuts a few times, so that he gets the message. With every bully out there, if you step up and retaliate with just as much… no, with more violence, it does send a powerful and painful message to them, and others who would think about playing on any weakness."

"I-I've never looked at it like that before," she said in surprise. "Everyone… well, all the adults just want to capture the Death Eaters, and they laugh and escape, and we suffer more for it. It's true, you can stand up to the bully, but if the bully still doesn't fear you, then he'll just come back, more brazen, laughing harder than before."

"Wow, beauty and brains… I like that in a girl," he said while she went darker in the cheeks, holding his hand in return.

"I-I have a b-boyfriend you know," she replied but she did not let his hand go. She had never been hit on by a boy in Harry's league before, as he said, beauty and brains. Though, he was more along the handsome and intelligent, and handsome in that dangerous way that made you believe that he would get you both into some sort of trouble, but he would fight you both out of it afterwards.

"Yeah, well I'm not really looking to settle down, really," he said sheepishly. "But I bet this boy could never appreciate you, your body, your mind, your lips," he said, with every word, his lips getting closer to hers.

She licked her dry lips as her brown eyes gazed into his emerald before their lips touched. She groaned into him at just that. He pulled her body flush into him; his lips working at hers. Her lips moved with his, accepting his tongue, she realised before now she had never been kissed with any passion, and when he pulled back all she wanted was more, so much more.

"I bet your boyfriend doesn't kiss like that," he said with a smirk while she shook her head in agreement, licking her lips to taste the lingering flavour of him. "Maybe you should take a run on the wild side, Hermione, and I'll bring to you a passion, which will make you explode!" he muttered, huskily, his lips nibbling hers while she tried to take another kiss from him, but he wouldn't let her have more than nibbles.

"M-my best friends are always… always saying I should be more… impulsive," she whispered as he let her take his lips, kissing deeply he held her tighter. She ran her fingers through his hair, over his cheeks and neck, unable to get enough of something she could never get from an emotionless, selfish jerk like 'him', him-who? She couldn't remember as she was lost in the taste, the emotions, the arousal, trying to dry hump him here on deck.

He pulled back, smirking at her after a few minutes while she panted for breath when she paled and looked worried as they heard someone call her name angrily.

"Hermione Granger!" he yelled. Harry looked to see a man with a woman, certainly her muggle parents. "What do you think you're doing?!" he demanded.

"Umm… nothing," she replied, pulling back from Harry, blushing brightly at getting caught and forgetting about her parents. "I was just err… getting to know my – new friend here, um, this is Harry King, and he's like me… well he's a wizard," she said whispering the last word though they heard, looking around to make sure they were alone.

"And what about that Ronald boy?" her mother asked, scandalised. Well, honestly Harry noted the look of relief in her expression, even amusement, so maybe she was pleased her daughter was being more impulsive or really didn't like this Ronald boy.

Hermione seemed to just blink several times in surprise before her eyes widened as she remembered him. "I-I just forgot all about him, mum… come on, you've met him, look and…" she trailed off trying to make her mother understand without outright saying anything that would dig her grave deeper.

Her mother sighed shaking her head. "Yes, I suppose I do understand. I'm not too old that I can't appreciate a good looking boy!"

"Mum!" she reprimanded while her mother smiled and Harry tried not to feel too uncomfortable. "Please, just shoot me now!" she added sadly.

"I'll oblige that!"

They turned as a man in black robes with creepy skeleton mask appeared on the deck of the boat with four others, holding little sticks pointed at Harry and Hermione. They appeared out of thick black smog, and they could practically sense the sneering behind the masks.

"One of 'her' friends, all alone!" he said mockingly.

However, Harry moved her behind him as he stepped forward. "Hey, bait for brains! I'm going to give you to the count of one to disapparate and get lost, or I'm going to throw you all overboard!"

They just looked at each other before they burst out laughing, heads held high and only stopped as they heard a yelp and looked around to see Harry had moved and one of the men had disappeared, Harry now in his place. They eyed him cautiously, and looked to see their target and her parents staring at him in awe.

Harry moved again before they could think much on it, hitting one Death Eater in the gut, he bent over whimpering while Harry dodged and rolled across deck, avoiding the green spell one of the others fired. He came up grabbing another Death Eater in a sleeper hold from behind, easily taking him out and lobbing him into the drink.

Moving again, he picked up the one bent over, holding his stomach and he went in after his friend. That left the last two stinking of fear, as they had not had to fight anyone up close before. However, they both fired at him. He dived between spells, sliding between them, and landing safely. Harry stood, and they turned, firing the killing curse. He dropped to his back on the floor, and their spells connected with each other, eyes wide in their deaths.

Harry back-sprang up to his feet, placing a hand on each Death Eaters chest and flung their bodies off the boat into the channel, nonchalant. "Wow, they don't make minions like they used too," he commented brushing his hands.

"Whoa, just like that!" Hermione said, quivering as she tried to stem her flow, squirming as this was a wizard that was strong in body, not just magic. She didn't want her parents to think she was thinking those sorts of thoughts about a boy.

Hermione had watched Harry, kind of, kill five men without a care, or as much effort as she would have thought it would take, but then they were going to kill them given the chance. Then technically he did not kill them, just threw three into the sea, and the last two killed each other, so freely throwing around such a dangerous curse was their fault.

"You just made beating them look so easy!" she continued breathlessly. She hadn't even the forethought to draw her wand. "So, is that why you're going to England, to fight the Death Eaters, because I don't think many people will approve of your method? Or killing Death Eaters since most of them are purebloods and that whole backwater thing."

He snorted, amused, rolling his eyes. "Not really," he said while he watched her parents take a seat looking pale and concerned, and he was sure even her father had no objections to him anymore, since he knew Harry could and would protect his baby girl.

Harry turned and looked back out over the ocean with a smile as he lent on the rail, Hermione joined him seconds later. "I'm a runaway if you can believe that, but now with Voldemort-," he said shaking his head while she looked impressed as nearly everyone was afraid of the name, "then all of these Death Eaters, and wannabes everywhere the nearer we get to the UK. I do not know why but I just feel I have to head back, to protect my sister, before some crazy scheme gets her needlessly killed.

"When I was little; it was her, her, her," he carried on, ignoring any comprehension dawning in Hermione's expression. "So I ran away, and I was found, on the streets. My parents hadn't even noticed I was gone, and so I was taken in, and a muggle man… let's say adventurer because, well, it's a better title, taught me. He was old and wanted to pass down his legacy before he passed, and chose me, and he died three and a half years ago, so I'm off travelling, to see the world more, meet new people, do cool stuff."

"Y-you're Rosie's brother," she muttered, not even making it a question. "I think she's grown up quite well since then. We're close friends. She sometimes is arrogant and stuff, but if you look, when she's being a bitch, she hates herself for it. She loves June to bits, more than anyone, and-."

"Who's June?" he asked, curious. "Is Rosette gay or something?" he could not help but ask as it sounded like a possibility to him.

However, Hermione laughed, shaking her head. "Well, honestly, I have to wonder about her sometimes, but I don't think so. June is your younger sister. I guess you never met her before. She wasn't born then. It will be her second-year, come the first of September."

Harry frowned at that, thinking back. "Mum… she was pregnant when I left," he said as if he only just remembered, and the memory was so long ago, when he was so young, it was more like he was just working out dates. He had left shortly after his fourth birthday, so that seems about right.

"I-I guess, but I'm a muggle-born, so very little chance I could have been there," she replied, taking his hand in a reassuring manner. "Your mum died last term," she continued, lowering the mood further. "She died protecting us… I think she had learnt a valuable lesson, loosing you because she treated Rose and June equally, unlike that ass of a father!"

"Oh, great," he muttered, sighing. "I guess this means I'll have to rescue my little damsel from that douche bag, James Potter. He always was the worse, lording Rose over me, and how she'll be something special and I'll be the family joke. Don't be too surprised if I end up breaking his face."

"We've all thought about it!" Hermione replied with a kind smile, leaning into him and holding him in a comforting manner.

"So, what are you going to do?" she asked after a few minutes of silence.

He looked to her with a small smile and a shrug. "I'm honestly not too sure, but I suppose I have to think of something. I just have two sisters to protect now, no big deal. I can do that. I'm glad I met you here, though not so much that your parents turned up."

"Yeah, but I suppose I shouldn't have been so… willing for my first time with a strange boy I just met," she said impishly blushing. "I have Ronald, my boyfriend…" she trailed off, not sounding at all enthusiastic.

"Sounds like you need to drop him like a sack you only just realised is full of elephant turd," he replied, pulling away from her and letting her hand go while she suppressed her snickering. "I guess I'll be seeing you later, Hermione but I think some alone time or, whatever will be nice, to think, if fate will let me have a moment."

She smiled, nodding glassy eyed as he stole another kiss from her lips, her eyes closing. They sprang open moments later as he took her hand again with a huge grin.

"You know what; let's go have some fun anyway!" Harry said with a grin, tugging her after him. "I don't like having silly regrets and well-."

"No regrets!" she agreed, letting him take her, and she called back to her parents quickly. "Umm... we're just going to have a look around the ferry before we get into Dover!"

Harry finally pulled Hermione into the disabled toilet. It was large enough for them to do whatever they wanted. He closed and locked the door, and smirked at her. She gave him a small nervous smile.

Suddenly he leaned in. His lips captured hers. She was startled for less than a second, before her lips started working of their own accord, kissing his. She felt a power burning throughout the kiss: a blazing force as the kiss deepened, he placed his arms around her, pulling her body tighter to his. She knew he was strong, but she could feel his muscles stronger through his clothes.

She ran her fingers through the inside of Harry's coat, over his shoulders, and she felt pure muscle, stalling a smile from her lips. She tasted his tongue on hers. No words needed, she pushed his jacket gently back.

She was started, pulling back as the snake around his neck woke to glare at the pair before he uncoiled and slithered under the jacket to hide as it hit the floor. Harry shrugged sheepishly as his lips returned to hers and she let the snake drop from her mind.

He pulled his lips from hers for a moment. His hands making their way to the buttons on her blouse; his emerald eyes stared unblinking into her hazel. She did not know how, but all of the buttons on her blouse undid without his hand touching her. He moved his hands to her collar, slowly sliding her blouse down her shoulders, his eyes glazed down to her white bra, hiding her nice sized breasts, maybe three handfuls each. He let the blouse drop to the floor behind her as his fingers found their way to her soft stomach.

His fingers roamed her beautiful skin as his lips caught hers again. Her hands found his muscular arms, but she almost gasped as she felt metal on his right forearm. She pulled back from the burning kiss with a small moan, looking at his arm. It was some kind of metal bracer fused to him: dark silver in colour. However, taking her gaze from that she tugged his tee shirt up and over his head, throwing it to the ground.

Her eyes opened wide. She had never seen muscles like his, this close before, lean and taught. Her fingers found their way nervously to his chest, feeling him was nothing like seeing. She could barely believe how solid he was. His muscles felt like soft steel. Her hands could not help but roam his body as she captured his lips in hers again.

His arms were around her. She felt no touch but somehow the back of her bra unclipped as she worked her lips down Harry's jaw, down to his neck before pulling back slightly. She let him slide off her bra, showing her stiffened nipples and breasts.

Harry reached up eagerly with both hands, squeezing her breasts, he positioned his hands so he could gently rub her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, increasing the stiffness, she groaned. He moved his mouth in, tasting each nipple with a flick of his tongue.

Hermione whimpered out in pleasure at the contact of his tongue, and more so as his lips encompassed her right, sucking lightly before moving to her left, all the while his hands caressed her breast. Her head rose up as she enjoyed the attention she got from him, groaning and moaning. All her nervousness had left her as she enjoyed herself.

Then however, the sensation around her nipples left as Harry moved his kisses lower, down her body, kissing her stomach and navel. He just brushed his right hand over the button of her jeans and it undone, her zipper sliding open. He waved his hand over her shoes, the laces untangled and she allowed him to slide them off her feet, some nervous butterflies returning in force.

Harry worked Hermione's jeans down, around her ankles and she shakily stepped out: She wore small white panties that were drenched around the front. He kissed her inner thighs as he worked his way up, his lips touching her wet panties as his fingertips entered the sides, slowly he worked them down, revealing to his emerald eyes her wet area, and brown hairs; he helped her step out of her panties before his lips brushed her slit: tasting her delicious juices.

He used his thumbs to open her slightly. His tongue slid up. Hermione let out a gasping moan, as he tasted her fully, his tongue beginning to lash at her. The girls' moans becoming more vocal the more pleasure he gave her.

Then it happened as Harry slid his tongue deep inside her body. She gasped out with a little squeal, grabbing his hair and pulling his face further into her, between her legs. Harry could feel her soaking area contract around his tongue and a small gush of juices, entering his mouth, which he drank down greedily. Hermione screwed up her face in the ecstasy of that moment, groaning and panting out loudly.

As it passed she released her grip on Harry's head, and the young Bandit King pulled back from her, with one last lick that sent a shiver of pleasure up her spine. He looked up at her as he slowly rose, kissing her lips gently, allowing her to taste herself, second 'hand' from his lips and tongue.

Hermione then slowly moved her lips, over his to his jaw and down his neck; he raised his head with a groan as she made her way further down, her hands roaming his solid body. Her tongue tasted ever inch of his chest, down to his strong abs.

She crouched as she unbuckled his belt, letting it hang undone on his trousers as her hands went further down, feeling for away to realise his boots. She felt something that appeared to be a huge metal buckle; letting her gaze flitter down she noticed his boots had no laces, but buckle-clips. Therefore, she released the catches and pulled them off, dropping them next to her.

She then reached up, and without undoing his button or fly, she pulled his trousers down letting them drop to his ankles. As her gaze caught sight of his black boxer shorts, her eyes bugged out of her head at the huge, stiff bulge, and she needed to shake her head clear. She let a small smile creep onto her lips; as she slid her hand on the huge warm bulge, giving it a small squeeze, which earned her a groan from Harry.

He smiled down at her as she slowly and methodically slid his boxers down, his huge member sprung free, hard and ready for use, as she dropped his boxers to the side her gaze never leaving his penis. She slowly reached up, the fingers of her right hand shaking slightly as they touched him, just brushing it at first as she knelt before him, slowly wrapping her fingers around, and slowly pumping it, playing with him; he let out a pleasant groan.

Hermione spent a few minutes pumping Harry's large member before she got her nerve up to the correct levels. She slowly moved her head forward, her lips brushing the tip. She poked her tongue out slightly brushing it on him, he moaned, whimpering but not rushing her.

Slowly she slid it into her mouth, and sucked gently to begin, getting a small gasp from the young King as she began to pump it within her suctioning mouth. Her right hand now squeezing the base of his largeness tightly as she sucked him harder, enjoying the taste and the moans of pleasure he was giving her.

She moved faster as Harry moved his hands, stroking them through her hair, as she swallowed him. He groaned louder as she took in as much as she could manage, unsurprisingly, since it was her first time that was not much.

However, she kept working on him, enjoying it, she felt herself even more turned on with every second, as her left hand moved between her legs and she slid her middle finger in. She played with herself as she sucked Harry's throbbing.

He started pumping her mouth as she continued groaning and sucking. Then it happened. He burst out in noise as she felt his hot sticky seed blast into her mouth. She struggled to swallow every bit as he continued having sex with her mouth, but she just about managed not spilling much, and there was a lot, as he slowed down to a stop.

Hermione slowly slid her head back, sucking off him, flicking the tip with her tongue, taking with her a bit more of his gooey goodness. She swallowed, barely believing what she had done, and she thought she was supposed to be the smart good girl.

She looked up into Harry's green-eyed gaze to see him grinning at her, he offered his hand and she took it allowing him to help her up to her feet, pulling her finger from herself he took it into his mouth, sucking it clean.

He smirked at her as he kissed her forehead working his way down to her nose, then lips. They kissed softly before he moved in closer. Hermione felt Harry's stiff member pushing up against her tight hotness, slowly pushing for entrance. She stumbled backwards, as Harry stepped forward with her, keeping her from falling as they kissed.

Her back hit the wall and Harry pushed up against her, taking her hands in his. She gasped a little at the pain as he slid the tip of his hardness into her, she squeezed his hands.

Feeling his solid body against her, her lips touched his neck and another gasp escaped her as he pushed further, gently pumping his way deeper. Harry suddenly felt some resistance as he pushed; reaching the barrier, he smiled slightly and just pushed.

Hermione gasped out with a small squeal of pain as he breached her, before moaning out as he slid still deeper as he pumped her, working her body. Her toes twitched in her socks. She released his hands, holding him loose but tight around his neck.

She held on as he pumped harder and faster. They both moaned and groaned; Hermione was noisier. Harry held her right hip in his right hand and moved his left to her left thigh, lifting her leg, bent at the knee for better leverage. He held her with ease as she screwed up her face from the force of the sensation, moaning out louder, almost shrieking the faster and more he moved, before it happened for her again.

She screeched out, as she contracting, so he let go and she felt his hot seed shoot deep inside her as he grunted out; he continued, emptying himself into her body, her juices spilling out with some cum, spilling down his penis and balls as he slowed to a halt.

He carefully pulled his softening member out of her, and she smiled, breathing heavily as he let her stand on two feet again. She looked down at his member, noting her juices, blood and his cum. She bent down and swallowed his softening penis into her mouth, sucking the sticky concoction off. Pulling back, she licked him clean before standing again and staring at him.

She could barely believe she had just done this as her lips briefly found his before she pulled back. It had felt so good, after the initial pain of entrance; she just wished they had longer to do it again, but knew the trip across the English Channel was not a long one.

It had been forty wonderful minuets and Hermione felt slightly bad for her boyfriend after letting a strange boy she had only just met take her virginity in the disabled toilets. Though, he was her best friends' twin brother, and super-hot, so she wasn't sure she cared.

She doubted very much whether her boyfriend could ever make her feel that good, even one tenth as good. It was wow; his kisses were like burning lightning.

They had washed up a little in the sink and felt refreshed. The only thing other than the snake she finally took full notice of was on his right forearm, some sort of metal thing fused to him, even to the bone. It was odd, and disconcerting, but Harry was incredible.

"So, err, what is that thing on your arm?" she asked as they both began to get dressed. She was curious now.

"Oh, this is, err, nothing really," he replied nervously, unsure what to tell her for a minute before lie mode kicked in. "I err, damaged my arm quite badly a while back, and with no magic to heal me, well… this had to do."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully as she replaced her bra, though did not totally believe that excuse, she let it slide. "Well, what about the snake?" she asked interestedly.

Harry chuckled with a small grin. "If I tell you you'll think I'm evil or something stupid like that," he replied pulling on his tee shirt. "Most wizards and witches in this... area aren't the most reasonable people," he added as an afterthought.

"Oh, so you speak Parseltongue?" she replied shrugging nonchalant, she was not one of those many idiots from the magical world. "Rosie's a speaker too, but Dumbledore tries to play it off as a side effect of when you know? But if you have it too, maybe he was just lying!"

"Probably!" he agreed, shrugging. It was nice to know that he had something in common with his twin sister. He hoped June had the ability too just so he could call the old man's bluff out. "You know, you should never forget to care about your parents because they care about you no matter what!"

She looked at him in surprise as he was fully dressed with snake, and smirked before he disappeared and she smiled. It seemed like she would get to see him again soon.

to be continued...