Citadel: Harry Potter

A/N: A continuation of Chapters 54 and 60.I'm still working on Chapter 2 of Azkaban Asylum, but I've ran into a couple trouble spots. Expect more of these small little snippets in the relatively near future.

Warnings: Harry/femShep, ME3: Citadel Spoilers, sexual innuendos

"Well… This is certainly a step up from your stateroom on the Normandy," Harry commented as he was admitted into the Apartment.

"Harry," Juliet Shepard appraised him as he stepped in. It wasn't often that she'd seen him out of anything resembling combat gear and saw that 'his look' was more reminiscent of twentieth century fashion- opting for an emerald green shirt underneath a pure black leather jacket, and what appeared to be blue jeans and old school black combat boots.

The last time he'd gone out in anything resembling 'regular' clothes was when she, Harry and Brooks were infiltrating the Silver Coast Casino and he'd shown up in a classical, old school tuxedo. How he managed to get one on such short notice was beyond her, but left her no less impressed. The tux, the setting, his accent and the nature of their purpose of being in the casino made her feel like one of those Bond girls in the old vids.

Shepard would have to make sure to inquire about what happened to the tuxedo in hopes of possibly having another such night- only with less gunfire and explosions.

"Liking what you see?" he teasingly commented, opening his arms slightly, a cocky smirk adorning his face.

Shepard just rolled her eyes as she headed towards the living room area.

"Well…?" Harry asked.

It was Shepard's turn to smirk as she turned back to Harry. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

He was quick to move inside of her personal space- while Harry wasn't all that much taller than her; she still had to look up slightly to meet his intense gaze. "I have ways of making you talk." He brushed the fingertips of his right hand down her left cheek and felt a rather pleasant tingling sensation that caused her to lean into his touch slightly and made her shiver in a pleasant way. She knew instantly that he was pushing his magic through his fingertips- a small trick he'd learned back in the twentieth. "Play your cards right, and you might discover a method or two."

"You know, Sparkle Fingers, one day you're going to have to tell me just what card game that is," Shepard replied, her smirk shifting into a smile. She leaned into him, her hands lightly resting on his shoulders. Harry's hands moved instantly to her hips.

"I figured I'd let you know at the last possible moment, since you have a tendency to cheat," Harry replied.

"I do not!" Shepard instantly denied with a surprisingly feminine gesture of hitting Harry lightly on the shoulder, however she did not move from his embrace.

"You forget I've played you in Skyllian Five. You're good, but not that good," Harry commented as he touched his forehead to hers briefly.

"Uh-huh… If I really was cheating as much as you say how come you've never called me out on it?" she inquired.

"It wasn't me you were cleaning out. Besides, Donnelly needed to be taken down a notch or two," Harry justified.

Shepard sighed. "Alright, I might've bent the rules once or twice…" At Harry's pointed look, she amended her statement. "Fine, I can't stand to lose, ESPECIALLY at Skyllian Five. No matter what Ken says, Skyllian Five is MY game."

"That's my girl, you know admittance is the first step to recovery," Harry stated with a wide grin.

Shepard snorted in response as she moved out of Harry's arms. "You're one to talk since you actually consistently beat me. I don't care what sort of luck you have, NO ONE is THAT lucky."

"I wouldn't say that, Juliet, I've got you after all," Harry lightly commented.

"Flatterer."

"Besides, I don't cheat."

"Uh-huh…" Shepard said in disbelief, crossing her arms.

"I don't," Harry said with confidence. "It's just that since you're cheating so much whenever we play, I have to deploy counter-cheating tactics."

"Glad I'm wearing boots," Shepard commented, "You do realize that James' consistently empty credit chit implies otherwise, right?"

"Well, it's like this one Navy seal told me during a joint mission between the UN and the ICW, 'if you're not cheating, you're not trying hard enough'." Harry defended himself. "Besides, Lt. Vega is an N6, spec ops marine, if he can't spot when I'm cheating, he deserves to give me all his money."

"Good point. So, was there anything in particular you wanted to do?" Shepard asked as she passed through the living room and into the bar area.

"Actually, yes…"

"Oh…"

"You see, I just recently acquired this deck of cards, but I seemed to have misplaced my credit chit at some point on the way over here," Harry hinted.

Shepard was quick to catch on as she poured both herself and Harry each a glass of Asari wine. "You know, I haven't been able to find my own credit chit all morning, either."

"Strange, isn't it?" Harry asked as he took the glass, lightly swirling the contents. Shepard moved around the bar to stand next to him.

"Awfully convenient too," Shepard pointed out, taking a sip of her wine.

"Very. It's a shame; because it just doesn't feel the same if we have nothing to put on the line."

"True…" Shepard replied before putting her free hand on Harry's jacket. She took a brief moment to feel the material, moving her hand across his chest, before coming to a stop at the jacket's opening, grabbing ahold of it and giving tugging it lightly. "But I think we can find other ways to make the game interesting."

Smirking as he began pulling down the zipper of her 'N7 hoodie', "I bet you can, but how far are you willing to raise the stakes?"

"As high as you're willing to go."

"I think I'll go 'All In'." Harry replied as he moved in to kiss her, eliciting a somewhat uncharacteristic giggle from Shepard.