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CHAPTER THREE (#5): Harry & Tracey
Tracey looked about her as she stepped back into the room that she and Harry had previously occupied. Last round, he'd kindly changed the colours to a matching theme, hoping to put her at ease. It had been a sweet effort, but Slytherin green, silver, and black had never actually soothed her spirit. She hadn't wanted to ruin his gift, however.
Now she wanted to give back.
With a thought, the colour scheme changed to Gryffindor reds and oranges.
Closing the door behind her, Harry took one look around and laughed. "Nice, but a gold leather couch? I feel like I'm in a disco lounge."
"Dis-co?" Tracey asked, shaking her head, not recognizing the word. It must be a Muggle term. "What's that?"
Harry seemed to consider her for a moment, and then looked to the ceiling. Suddenly, the lights went down, and a strange, rotating ball of silvery mirrors appeared in the middle. It reflected bright shards of light as it moved, discombobulating her for a moment. The sound of strange music filled the air around them – music with a catchy beat that encouraged the body's natural inclination towards gyration.
Tracey felt a smile overtake her cheeks.
"Intriguing. I assume you're meant to dance to that… noise?"
Her partner chuckled and gave her a sheepish grin. "I'm afraid it was considered the perfect hook-up music at one time by Muggles. I think I prefer something quieter, myself."
She nodded. "Indeed." With a thought, the weird crystal ball and music were gone, and she replaced them with soft instrumental lounge-jazz.
Harry's eyebrows shot up in surprise and he grinned. "Nice." He held up his card then. "So, what did you get this time around?"
Tracey sighed and read her card:
FORFEIT: Stand up now and tell the whole group something true about you that is a secret – one no one else knows.
"Everyone ran out before I could think up something good," she shrugged. "I'll have to try after, I suppose."
Harry gave her a rather serious assessment, then. He lifted a hand as if to adjust his non-existent glasses, stopped at the last second as he remembered he wasn't wearing his spectacles, and switched his intended action, rubbing the back of his neck instead. "Well, I suppose you could tell me here for practice, if you wanted. I don't mind if you don't."
Tracey blushed and looked down at her feet. There was only a small handful of secrets that she kept close to her heart, and of them all, there was only one that she felt she could confess right here and now in front of this man without having him think too badly of her. But would he think it too… queer? Maybe a tad stalker-ish, even?
Now that the idea had taken root in her brain, the compulsion to tell him the secret became overwhelming. She assumed it to be the spell upon the cards, as she'd been warned by Malfoy earlier that they could compel you to be truthful.
Struggling for a moment to come up with the right way to say it, so it didn't sound too odd, she pursed her lips and practiced the declaration in her head first.
"Or not," Harry generously offered when it was clear she wasn't quite ready to fess up yet. "You don't have to. I don't want to push you."
Oh, dear. He'd misunderstood her silence. One of Tracey's biggest perceived flaws was her inadequacy in conveying her thoughts in a timely and proper fashion. It seemed she'd have to correct that misconception.
"No, no, I don't mind telling you my secret. I was just thinking of a good way to say it so you wouldn't think me… well… strange."
"Want to sit? Might make it easier," he suggested, indicating the couch with a sweep of his hand.
Tracey nodded and headed for the sofa, resuming her previous seat. Harry took the cushion next to her. With a silent command, the hearth lit up once more, casting magical shadows across both of them.
She took a moment more to gather her thoughts. Could she really do this? She swallowed down her trepidation. "All right, but you have to promise not to think me… mad."
Harry put his right hand over his heart, and held the other up at his side, palm towards her. "I swear I will not think you a candidate for the nuthouse."
A giggle bubbled up and burst from between her lips before she could stop it.
How was it that this wizard could always make her smile, even when she was under pressure?
"Okay, well… you see… that is to say…" she stammered, "I wasn't supposed to be sorted into Slytherin House."
The shocked silence that greeted that pronouncement lasted all of two seconds.
"Why not?" her partner asked.
Oh, Merlin, here it came.
"Well, um… I asked the Sorting Hat to…" She stalled, putting a hand over her eyes in mortification. "Oh, I can't say it! You're going to think me totally weird! Oooh, why did I pick this secret?"
"You want one of mine instead? I've got a pocketful of them," Harry teased, and this caused her to peek through her fingers at him. At the goofy look on his face, she burst into nervous giggles again.
He reached into his trouser pocket and pretended to extract something, holding it out to her. "This one here, it's going to tell you that I've always hated the whole 'Boy Who Lived' reputation, that I never felt I'd measure up to it, and that all I ever wanted was to be normal."
He feigned depositing the secret into her lap, then reached into the opposite pocket and pulling out another. "This one will tell you that I don't really want to go to the dance next Friday night with my ex-girlfriend, Ginny. Don't get me wrong – she's a fantastic girl, but… I only asked her because she was 'safe' and familiar, and I'm sure she knows that, too. It makes me feel like I'm using her, but I don't want to go alone, either. I don't like myself for being so cowardly like that."
Again, he turned over into her care this private information, and reached back into his left pocket for yet another confidential moment. "This one, it'll tell you that I hold back when I cast spells, because I'm afraid of hurting someone." He looked at her solemnly now, all teasing aside. "I've got darkness in me, Tracey. Every time I lift my wand to cast an offensive spell in D.A.D.A., I feel it fighting to get out. It takes willpower not to give in." This time, he closed his hand around the "secret," not releasing it to her, as if symbolically afraid of it tainting her somehow with just its revelation.
With more courage than she'd thought possible, Tracey reached out and gently grabbed his wrist in both hands, prying open his fingers. "I'm not afraid of that secret, Harry. You can share it with me. I promise to treat it with respect, and not to judge you for it."
Grass-green eyes measured her sincerity. To her surprise, they contained a vulnerability she hadn't expected, and a wariness that went soul deep. Her heart thumped hard in her chest in response to seeing such guardedness.
Swallowing her pride, Tracey decided then and there that she would not let him be the only one emotionally exposed tonight. He'd given up something painful, so it was her turn to reciprocate. She could do this!
"My secret is that I asked the Sorting Hat to put me in whatever House you were going to be assigned."
His lids flared, and his mouth dropped open in astonishment. "Me? Why?"
Feeling the heat crawl up her face, she looked down at their still-connected hands. "It has to do with how we met. See, before school began in first year, we bumped into each other in Diagon Alley. I don't know if you remember that?"
He shook his head.
"That's okay. I remember enough for the both of us."
She smiled at the recollection as she called up the memory, letting her fingernail trace over the palm of his hand in nonsensical patterns in an effort to soothe him. "You were coming out of Ollivander's, your new wand in hand, and you were focused on it with so much happiness. I was just getting ready to go in, but had paused at the bottom step. I was afraid to go in, because, well... I was worried that no wand would want me." She tsk'd. "Oh, I know it's silly to think that now, in retrospect, but at the time, my magical ability wasn't all that great, honestly, and I thought that no wand would possibly want to be owned by such a pathetic witch." She glanced up at him through her lashes. "But the look on your face… you were so enraptured with your gift, Harry, like it was the most amazing thing ever. I suddenly wanted to know that feeling, too. I wondered if being the owner of a wand would, somehow, make me a better magic user." She patted his hand. "Without meaning to, it was you who encouraged me to take that first step into the shop, Harry."
"Really?" He seemed amazed at the revelation.
She chuckled softly in amusement, her smile widening as she saw he was intrigued by her story. "Yes, really. You didn't even see me standing in your path when you walked right into me, you know. It was one of those moments easily forgiven and forgotten as two people pass each other. Only… I didn't forget. It was an important moment in my life, because that was when I first finally accepted that I could be a witch, if I wanted it enough."
"You asked the Sorting Hat to put you in my House because of that?" he asked, somewhat awed.
Trailing her gaze up his arm to his shoulder to his throat, following the curve of his neck to his jaw and then to his eyes – those eyes she'd fallen into time and again without his knowledge – she felt her bravado bolstered. "No, not just for that. I saw you again on the platform for the train later, and watched you run through the wall to get to the right place. Again, I was afraid to do it, it being my first time, but when I saw you try it despite your obvious trepidation, it was like the wand shop all over again. I thought to myself, 'I can do that, too!' So, I ran at the wall the same as you, and when I came out the other side, there was the Hogwarts Express waiting for me!"
She shook her head in wonder. "That was twice you'd leant me your courage, Harry, and we hadn't even been properly introduced."
With a teasing grin, Tracey let him go, sitting back into the couch, leaning her cheek against the cushion. "I didn't know who you were until I heard Malfoy announce your name once we got to the school, though. I admit I was a bit starstruck. You were cute, had been something of an inspiration to me, and you seemed so nice and courageous, sticking up for Ronald Weasley like you did, and in the face of someone like Draco Malfoy, who had already established himself the alpha of our year on-board the train. I realized then that I wanted to be your friend. I thought that maybe you could teach me how to be braver, like you."
She sighed somewhat sadly, as she comprehended that she'd never actually learned that lesson throughout all their formative years. Being as daring and fearless as a Gryffindor seemed a bit out of reach for her in general, even though she'd desperately wanted to be that way in her heart.
"That's why, when my name was called by Professor McGonagall, and I went up to the Hat before you, I was really nervous. I didn't know what House you'd be sorted into, so I asked it to put me wherever you were going to be sent. It wanted to send me to Hufflepuff based on my own merits, but I insisted on being sent with you." She frowned. "I was confused and upset when it sent me to Slytherin, because I knew you'd most likely go to Gryffindor. You were brave, not sneaky. At the time, I thought the Hat sent me to the opposite House as a way of punishing me for being so insistent on getting my way."
To her surprise, Harry shook his head. "The Hat was trying to send me to Slytherin," he admitted. "And I would have gone there, except I did the same thing you did, and insisted that the Hat send me to any House other than Slytherin. I knew Voldemort" -Tracey cringed, hearing the cursed name- "had come from there, and didn't want to go to the same House. I wanted to go wherever my parents had been placed." He rubbed the back of his head and sighed disconsolately. "But I think the Hat was right. There's a part of me that belongs in Slytherin. If I'd kept my mouth shut, I know I would have been sent there."
He looked at her, an apology in his gaze. "I'm sorry you ended up in the wrong House."
Tracey considered his words and her past situation, coming to a startling revelation in that moment. "It wasn't your fault, Harry. I think, maybe, the Hat might have gotten it right. After all, if I hadn't been sent to Slytherin then, I wouldn't have been invited to play this game with you now, and we wouldn't have this opportunity to know each other better."
She smiled at him, as the truth finally hit her: yes, this was destiny.
His return smile was gentle. Slowly, he reached out for her hand, as it lay limply on the couch between them. Holding her hand firmly as he regained his feet, he pulled her up with him, stepping into her at the same time as he drew her forward. Tracey's heart slammed under her ribs as she found herself suddenly face-to-face with her wizard.
"Dance with me again," he bid, a teasing smile inching up his face. "Before you get to tie me up and feed me dessert."
Tracey nodded at the same time as another giggle burst from between her lips. "Is that what your card is this turn?"
He nodded, reciting his card for her verbatim from memory:
FORFEIT: Let your partner feed you the dessert of your choice. You must be tied up during the feeding.
They both laughed and Tracey inched her arms up and around Harry's neck. "Oh, my, I'm going to need to borrow that courage of yours again, I think."
Hesitantly, as if he were unsure of the action, Harry's fingers caressed her cheek. "Any time."
She considered that offer, grabbed a hold of it. "Okay, then… I'm going to choose the song this time," she decided with a measure of boldness.
Harry acquiesced easily with a slight nod.
With a single thought - she knew just the right song - a sultry beat and bass guitar, accompanied by a lyrical, crooning woman's voice, mimicking the early 60's R&B romantic classics, began as one of Tracey's favorite romantic songs, "The Nightingale," as sung by Julee Cruise, played from the ether about them.
The nightingale, it said to me
there is a love meant for me.
The nightingale, it flew to me
and told me that it found my love.
Harry's hands smoothed up her arms, over her shoulders, and then followed the path back down, barely touching the curve of the outsides of her breasts as they glided to her waist.
"Hold me closer this time," she whispered to him, reaching for her 'inner lioness' - the one she had run from for far too many years.
Her partner didn't reply, but he did lick his lips, and the action drew her attention, made her aware of how close they stood as his fingers splayed around her back and pulled her into intimate contact with his rock-hard body. They fit perfectly, nearly nose-to-nose.
Tracey felt she could have died in that moment a very happy witch.
He said, "One day, I'll meet you.
Our hearts will fly with the nightingale."
The nightingale, he told me
one day you will be with me.
"How is it that we never met before?" he murmured the question against her cheek as he leaned forward and let his nose brush alongside hers.
"I was too shy," she replied in a hushed tone. "But I always knew you were there, Harry. From the very start, I saw you."
The nightingale said he knew
that your love would find my love one day.
My heart flies with the nightingale,
through the night, all across the world.
"You joined this game for me, didn't you?" he asked, pulling back a bit, his piercing emerald eyes staring into her very soul, tearing away all her defensive walls with ease.
Tracey's cheeks grew hot, and she looked down, unable to take the intensity of his knowing stare. "Yes." She swallowed in nervousness and closed her eyes. "I admit that I hoped so much… that before we left here… that you would see me, too. Just once."
I long to see you…
to touch you…
to love you…
forever more.
A hand left her hip, and she despaired. He was going to step away from her now. She'd said too much. He thought her a weird stalker now, didn't he? Just as she'd always feared, she'd ruined this chance by not being more reserved like a Slytherin…
Two fingers lifted her chin, forcing her not to cower. Opening her eyes to face the music, she was shocked to see Harry's face hovering closer. "I see you now, Tracey," he whispered. His mouth buzzed just above hers, and their eyelashes both feathered down at the same time. "May I kiss you?"
"Yes," she sighed happily, her heart fluttering with joy.
His lips landed softly down upon hers, so chaste, gentle, and sweet. It was her very first kiss, and it was perfect.
When he pulled back almost immediately, she followed, unwilling to let this end, wanting more of him. "Don't stop," she pleaded on a whisper, unsure where she was getting the mettle, but grabbing on desperately to such reckless courage. "Kiss me again, Harry."
The nightingale said he knew
that your love would find my love one day.
My heart flies with the nightingale,
through the night, all across the world.
I long to see you…
to touch you…
to love you…
forever more.
His arms wrapped around her, pulled them together until there was no space for the light to pass, and his mouth bent to hers again. This time the kiss was open-mouthed and filled with enticing fire. Tracey lost herself to it and him, and they moved with a natural grace together, not awkward in the slightest, both giving and taking beautifully as if this were something they had practiced together a thousand times.
It felt so right.
Harry groaned, and the sound vibrated through his chest and passed into hers, bringing a shivering thrill that caused goosebumps to stand out on her arms and her belly to quiver with anticipation. She moaned in response, and this caused an instant reaction in him, making him go hard against her abdomen through his trousers. It felt wickedly delicious to feel the weight of his... thing... rubbing the satin of her dress against the skin of her tummy.
When he French kissed her, she started, but then melted into this new sensation, too. Tentatively, she met his tongue with her own, caressing lightly, testing, and learning his flavour. As he swept into her mouth and sampled every corner, she moaned and pressed the entire length of her body against his. His tongue tangled up with hers, twining and pulling apart in an erotic dance that left her weak-kneed.
"Oh, Merlin," he mumbled against her lips. "You taste so sweet, like honeysuckle."
Tracey's head was whirling, swirling, dizzied as her world tipped end over end. She thrust her hands into Harry's hair and held tight, kissing him with every bit of feeling that she had for him in her heart, holding nothing of herself back.
His hands were suddenly on her hips, slowly dragging and bunching her dress up, as he pressed her core against his erection and rubbed them together.
Her startled gasp seemed to break through the haze of passion and return a bit of sanity to the moment.
"Merlin, Tracey, you're bringing me to my knees here," he told her, pulling back, breaking their kiss. Panting huffs of hot air blasted against her throat as he rubbed his forehead against her shoulder. "We need to stop. I'm losing control."
But Tracey didn't want to stop. She wanted it all. She wanted to give this man everything she had. But she understood, too, that they were moving incredibly fast. She wanted this thing between them to unfold slowly over the course of the coming hours, so they could cherish every revelation of each other before getting down to making love.
Clearly, they were as chemically compatible as she'd always hoped, though. That was a huge relief. She'd harbored a secret fear that he wouldn't want her with the same intensity as she felt for him, but apparently, that wouldn't be a problem. Thank Slytherin. Or Merlin. Or whoever was responsible.
Nuzzling her nose into his neck – his cologne smelled like dark spices and the woods, enchanting her – Tracey let out a small sigh of contentment.
Her wizard lifted his head and stared down at her, a lopsided, embarrassed grin touching his cheeks. "Sorry. I didn't mean to push but-" He shook his head in amazement. "Witch, you certainly know how to kiss a bloke so that he forgets his own name! Wow."
The hidden siren within Tracey stretched and sat up in satisfaction at the compliment to her new skill. He thought she kissed well!
Her shyness returned a moment later, though as humility took over. "Um… shall I tie you up now?"
Harry froze, clearly taken aback. "Wh-what?"
Tracey realized how her question sounded and felt a flush of embarrassment roll over her. Putting her hands on her cheeks, she closed her eyes. "Oh, I meant… I didn't mean… Your card!"
Gods, could she have made any bigger a mess of that one?
Stupid, stupid!, she silently berated herself.
Her partner's chuckle was dark and rather wicked as he caught onto her meaning in a quick minute. He closed the distance between them again and captured her hands, pulling them away. Bending to her lips again, he murmured, "You can certainly tie me up now. I wouldn't mind." He kissed her again, a quick, chaste peck. "I like treacle tarts best."
I know, she thought.
He relinquished his hold on her, giving her space to breathe, and with a mental thought, a small café table with two chairs appeared in front of the fire, replacing the sofa. On its top sat a small, covered plate containing a small pile of his favourite dessert pastry, a fork, a napkin… and what looked like white velvet rope. Harry practically glided into one of the chairs and held his wrists out to her, hands fisted together.
Tracey nearly had a heart attack at the visual of what she was about to do to him. Could she really tie him up? A nervous giggle overtook her, and slipped from her lips as she reached for the rope. "I can't believe I'm going to do this," she muttered, feeling her blood rush through every vein in her body with heat.
"You mean you've never tied a partner up before?" he asked, a little amazed.
Heat… rising…
Was it possible to faint from blushing too much?
"Um, no," she admitted quite honestly. "Is there some sort of special way to do this?"
Harry shook his head. "Just make a normal knot, but not too tight."
As Tracey began winding the rope about his wrists, once, twice, three times and then tied it off in a bow, he laughed.
"What? It's okay, isn't it?" she asked, self-conscious. It was, after all, her first time lashing a man down.
"It's fine. The bow's a cute touch, though."
Oh, well, it was a tad childish, wasn't it?
"Want me to do it over?" she offered. "Or I could tie you to the chair, instead, if you want."
Her partner's laugh came out as half choked. "Uh, no. This is fine." He looked up at her and shook his head, giving her a goofy grin. "I think I've created a monster."
Now he was making fun of her.
She huffed at that, looking at him through narrowed lids, and took her seat next to him, lifting the cover on the plate. "Keep laughing at me, and I might accidentally drop a tart into your lap, you know."
Harry busted out laughing, full and long, his face turning an interesting shade of red. "Yeah, definitely a monster," he gasped between breaths.
It took Tracey a second to catch the double entendre in her previous words. Tart… lap. Oh, Merlin, she really was green!
Lifting the fork, she realized that cutting the tarts would be difficult, because of the shortbread crust. So, instead, she just lifted one with her fingers, hoping Harry wouldn't mind, and headed for his mouth. "Oh, do quit laughing at my naiveté and open up."
Her wizard gazed at her through mirthful, green eyes and smirked, "Yes, ma'am." He opened up and she gently fed him his favourite treat, catching the crumbs in his napkin, which she lifted under his chin. She watched with delight as his eyes lit up with pleasure and his smile shifted from playfully mocking to blissfully gratified. He let out a small moan in happiness. "Merlin, I love this stuff!"
Whichever player had invented this Forfeits card, Tracey was infinitely thankful to him or her in that moment.
She held out a second helping for him, and as he made quick work of it, he gave her a devilish waggle of his eyebrows. "Wanna try some, too?"
Tracey looked at the half-bitten tart in her hand. "I suppose so."
She started raising the dessert to her lips, but his bound hands stopped her. "That's not what I meant," he clarified, leaning forward and kissing her, slipping his tongue into her mouth again, sharing the residual sugary decadence of the delicacy with her. As he pulled back, he gave her a smoldering look. "That's more like it. Every time you feed me, I'd like you to kiss me, so I can share this with you."
Tracey's whole body was thrumming, her heart rabbiting behind her ribs. "Okay," she agree on a shaky breath.
They finished off the dessert just like that: her feeding him with her fingers, then leaning forward to swipe her tongue over his lips to taste the lingering buttery-ginger taste that was left behind. Twice he grabbed her fingers between his lips and held on, sucking with light pressure. At some point in the middle, he reached for her and coerced her onto his lap so that they could actually cuddle - after getting her permission, of course.
When the chimes rang out not too long after, signaling the end of their time together, they'd gotten though four tarts, a long series of sticky, delicious kisses, and he even ran his fingers over her knees. For Tracey, it had been an incredibly erotic and romantic experience overall.
As she got off his lap and untied him, Harry rose to his full height and moved in on her before she could react. He thrust his strong hands into her long hair, pulling her into his embrace once more. "Oh, man, I'm gonna fall for you, aren't I?" he asked just before his lips touched down on hers again.
Although she knew it had been a rhetorical question, Tracey answered him anyway as soon as he pulled away. "Then we'd be even," she whispered, her voice trembling upon her admission.
"Oh, hell… I am so going to fall for you," he stated rather decisively and lunged back in for another spine-tingling, breath-stealing snog.
In between kisses, she reminded him of their time limit. Harry grunted in understanding, but couldn't be bothered to stop kissing her. Instead, he simply picked her up in those powerful arms of his and walked them to the door. Tracey held on for dear life. He set her back on her feet to reach for the door handle, but didn't stop kissing her even as he opened the portal out of their private chambers. He smooched her as she stepped back and out of the room, and immediately, he pushed her into the wall on the other side, never breaking physical contact.
It wasn't until they heard Ron and Pansy laughing as the two escaped their quarters down the way that her partner pulled his head up. Tracey's heart beat fiercely with joy and desire, threatening to burst sunshine rays of happiness all over the place. What had she ever done that was so good in her life to deserve this chance? It was like a magical miracle - a fairytale come true.
"Snogging on a second date is okay, right?" he asked, breathless.
Tracey thought her face would crack from all the smiling she was doing. "Yes, definitely. Kissing me goodbye at the door was a nice touch. A perfect ending to this date."
Harry kissed her yet again, then pulled back and rested his forehead against hers. "Good. So… see you for our third date in a few minutes, then?"
She nodded eagerly and clasped his fingers in hers, giving them a light squeeze. "Absolutely."
Inside her chest, her heart twirled and danced.
TO BE CONTINUED...
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Musical Selection this Chapter: "It's Gonna Be Love" by Mandy Moore. Lyrics are as follows…
It's gonna be me, baby.
It's gonna be you, baby.
Time, I've been patient for so long.
How can I pretend to be so strong?
Looking at you, baby…
Feeling it's you, baby…
If I'm asking you to hold me tight,
Then it's gonna be all night.
It's gonna be love!
It's gonna be great!
It's gonna be more than I can take!
It's gonna be free!
It's gonna be real!
It's gonna change everything I feel!
It's gonna be sad!
It's gonna be true!
It's gonna be me, baby!
It's gonna be you, baby!
It's gonna be...
It's gonna be LOVE!
Time, am I restless or a fool?
How can you pretend to be so cruel?
Maybe it's me, baby.
Maybe it's true, baby.
Maybe it's everything we're dreaming of?
We've waited long enough!
It's gonna be love!
It's gonna be great!
It's gonna be more than I can take!
It's gonna be free!
It's gonna be real!
It's gonna change everything I feel!
It's gonna be sad!
It's gonna be true!
It's gonna be you're the one to do!
It's gonna be me, baby.
It's gonna be you, baby.
The sooner you let two hearts beat together,
The sooner you'll know this love is forever.
It's gonna be love!
Love needs time now or never.
It's gonna be love!
It's gonna be tough!
You really gotta believe.
It's gonna be strong enough!
It's gonna be love!
It's gonna be great!
It's gonna be more than I can take!
It's gonna be free!
It's gonna be real!
It's gonna change everything I feel!
It's gonna be sad!
It's gonna be true!
It's gonna be you're the one to do!
It's gonna be hard!
It's gonna be tough!
It's gonna be more than just enough!
It's gonna be LOVE!
It's gonna be LOVE!