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CHAPTER FIVE ( #4): Harry & Tracey
Harry was a few steps behind Tracey when they reached the door to their private realm. He stopped as she reached for the knob and looked over to his right to watch as Hermione Granger entered the room she shared with Draco Malfoy, an odd look of concern coming over his face.
"Harry?" she prompted, worried by his fierce expression. "Is everything all right?"
Blinking, he gave her his undivided attention then. "What? Oh, yes. It's just… Malfoy said the oddest thing."
Tracey leaned against the door, preventing them from entering yet, wondering on an appropriate course of action. "In the bathroom, you mean?"
He dark-haired wizard nodded. "I think…"
The sound of the other doors all clicking shut made him suddenly realize that they had yet to enter their room, and were, in fact, dead last this time. "It's not important. Let's focus on us, right?" His expression changed in an instant, becoming something akin to devious. "Wait out here for a second, all right?" he asked, then positioned her away from the door and slipped inside the room. "Be right back."
Now, what was that man doing? He was so unpredictable – she'd been watching him for seven years, and thought she'd known all about him by now!
Seconds ticked by, and then the door opened again. "Close your eyes," he bid. "I have a surprise for you."
Smiling, but trusting him implicitly, Tracey did as requested, and Harry took her card from her hands, shuffled a bit with it, and then laced his fingers with hers, leading her forwards into the room. As soon as she stepped in, the scent of fresh flowers permeated her nose, instantly uplifting her. Beaming brightly, she knew what he had done – he'd conjured a bouquet for her. How utterly charming!
"Okay, open your eyes."
Explosive rainbow color covered all four of the walls (minus the fireplace, of course) as a veritable bouquet of flowers – all tulip varietals, specifically – had been conjured and arranged to act as the wallpaper. With a cursory glance, it seemed that no two species were alike, either. There were too many to count – hundreds and hundreds literally. They were positively stunning.
"Oh, my," she stammered, her heart thumping a million miles a second under her breast. "How… Oh, Harry, it's… it's wonderful!"
Coming up behind her, he wrapped his arms about her and nuzzled her hair. "Don't you just love magic?" he murmured, placing a kiss on her throat.
I love you, she thought, relaxing into his embrace and snuggling back. "Thank you so much." She giggled then. "You certainly do things big, don't you, Mr. Potter?"
Slyly moving himself around her body, keeping them connected, he faced her head-on, one hand moving into her hair to hold on tight and pull her in. A seductive smile overtook his handsome features. "I'm wooing you, Miss Davis. I'm supposed to do things big to impress you." He leaned close. "Now say I can kiss you or I'm going to burst big."
Snickering, she wrapped her arms about him. "You can kiss me. Can I kiss you?"
He nodded as he dove in. "Hell, yes."
Their lips met with fire and electricity, and both of them moaned as they quickly impassioned the kiss, sliding tongues together, stroking each other in fervent passing. Tracey's thoughts melted away into pleasant feeling, and she trusted Harry to hold her up as she leaned into him fully. He did her one better… his hands sliding under her bum, he lifted her up and carried her over to their comfortable sofa, which he'd changed with a thought into a wide, velvet lounging chaise instead. Laying her back into the cushioned seat, he slid in from the side and leaned over her, his mouth doing magical things to her senses.
Hands wandering up and down his spine, she moved a little too fast and sliced a finger on something sharp. With an "ouch!" she abruptly pulled out of the kiss and brought her hand around to look at the cut, which was already welling with blood. It was very small, only a paper cut, and no big deal, but before she could say a thing, Harry took her finger, examined it, then sat up and conjured a bandage, which he placed over her tiny, insignificant wound with great care.
"What's in your back pocket?" she asked, for that was where she'd accidentally done the damage.
Reaching back, he pulled out their cards. "You must've sliced yourself on the edge of one of the cards." He glanced at them, a frown on his face and ran his own finger over the entire outside of the playing cards. "They don't seem sharp, though. Weird."
Tracey shrugged it off. "I probably just moved past them at the right angle and speed. I'm klutzy like that on occasion." Reading them upside down, she could see that the top one was not hers:
DEED: You partner must kneel before you and perform any three tasks you want, responding with 'Yes, Your Highness,' to your commands.
"Oh, my," she exhaled deep and giggled. "Who came up with that one, do you suppose?"
Harry chuckled darkly. "One of your teammates. I've read all of Gryffindor's cards, and this isn't from any of my friends." He winked at her in good-natured teasing. "My team swapped out so we could know what to expect."
Tracey faux gasped. "Why, Mr. Potter, I do believe that is called cheating!"
He waggled his eyebrows at her. "I'd prefer to think of it as being prepared for the worst."
They both burst out into laughter. "How very… Slytherin of you," she playfully kissed him on the cheek. "Read mine."
Flipping his card behind the other, his face lost its smile in an instant and he swallowed heavily at what he found written:
FORFEIT: Do a seductive strip tease down to your knickers for your partner.
His eyes burned with luminous heat as he glanced up at her. "I think I'll need to thank the person who wrote this one up later."
Tracey gave him her best 'wicked smile' (the one she'd secretly been practicing for years in mirrors to try to get the hang of being 'mysterious' and such). "Or, you could thank me now in advance."
The cards fluttered from his suddenly still grasp and fell between them. "You wrote that?"
Wrapping her arms boldly about his neck, feeling rather frisky, Tracey placed her lips over his and stared at him through half-lids. "Guilty."
With a groan of longing, he threw himself back into a snog-out with her that last several minutes. The only reason they surfaced was because they had to breathe. Every nerve in Tracey's body was alive with humming excitement and pleasure by the time their mouths separated. Nuzzling against her neck, Harry sighed in contentment. "Did I tell you how really glad I am that I drew your name?"
Leaning her mouth over his ear, she decided to get them focused back on the game, for truthfully, she was restlessly looking forward to taking her dress off for him. She'd chosen her best, most sexy lingerie to wear tonight (a gift to herself this last Christmas, using her own money that she'd earned from last summer's dancing talent competition in her hometown), and was eager to show it off to her man. It would be the most daring thing she'd ever done in her life, but she wanted to do it for him – for them both. "Once, I believe," she whispered right against his lobe. "But I wouldn't mind hearing it again before we get started on the cards."
Snuffing in astonished excitement, he leaned down and kissed her neck with seductive intent, biting softly over her pulse. "I am so glad that I got you for my partner, Tracey." Lips smoothing up and around her throat, he made his way back over her jaw to her lips again. "You're everything I've ever wanted. Do you feel the same way? Will you be my girl?"
Sighing in happiness, she smiled around his kisses. "Yes, absolutely. To both."
Leaning her back into the chaise, Harry proceeded to kiss her like their lives depended upon it. Butterflies fluttered in her heart and belly, and her toes curled when his hand left her hair and trailed downward to cup her breast and knead gently. "Is this okay?" he asked in between soft French kisses. "Touching you again?"
It was Tracey's turn to sniff in amusement. "Touch me all you want, Harry. Anywhere."
He moaned against her skin and trembled against her with what she knew to be barely-controlled need. "Tracey…" The sounds he made, and the knowledge that she could undo this great wizard so easily shot straight through her spine to her womb, settling in with liquid warmth. "We should stop, and… the cards…" he tried to explain, even as his mouth trailed a hot path over her throat and shoulder, as he slipped the strap of her dress down, revealing the top of her purple and black lace bra.
"Do you want to go first?" she offered, trying to focus around the haze of her desire. Already, her pretty knickers were damp.
With a groan, Harry pushed himself up onto the palms of his hands, obviously trying to do the right thing and move away. "The game… that's right…" Immediately, his verdant gaze was drawn to the spill of her revealed flesh, and became intensely searing. "Merlin, that is so sexy."
Feeling more beautiful in that moment than she ever had in her life, watching as Harry struggled against his desire for her, Tracey felt the woman within once more come to life, stretch out and slink to the surface with bold intention. "Harry, command me as your card requires," she huskily bid. "I'm yours to do with as you will… Your Highness." With that, she wiggled out from under him and got down on the floor on her knees, bowing her head in supplication.
"Oh. My. God," Harry breathed in eager surprise. "This is like some… serious wet dream."
Tracey bit her bottom lip to keep from giggling, reminding herself to keep in character as the willing slave girl that his card required. Truthfully, the very idea of serving his every sexual need turned her on more than anything else in the game had thus far. "What will you have of me, Your Highness?"
Pulling air through his teeth, he clicked his tongue once. "Why don't you perform your card first, and I'll ask you to do things after? Give me a few minutes to come up with something good."
"As you wish," she automatically replied and stood. "Would you like to choose the music for me to disrobe to?"
Sitting on the edge of the chaise, Harry looked up at the ceiling, considering. Muggle music once more came out of thin air, this time with a sultry beat, kept by both the deep rumble of a plucked bass and the snapping of fingers. Elvis Presley's smooth voice came from out of the ether.
Never know how much I love you.
Never know how much I care.
When you put your arms around me,
I get a fever that's so hard to bear.
You give me fever!
"Dance for me, my witch," he appealed.
Closing her eyes, Tracey reached for that calm that came whenever she faced off in a competition, pushing aside her nervousness, knowing that this was something she was born to do. Feeling the beat in her heart and through her spine, she began swaying her hips in a passionate, gyrating motion.
When you kiss me…
Fever when you hold me tight…
Fever!
In the morning.
Fever all through the night.
Opening her eyes, pulling the invisible guise of a courageous lioness over herself, she exaggerated a sexy walk towards her man, focusing on those emerald eyes that she'd fallen in love with years ago. With every step she mentally made the commitment: you're mine, I'm yours.
Harry's face and body went very still, as if he could hear her very thoughts, and then the slightest hint of a wicked smile crawled up his cheek and he nodded in silent agreement.
Sun lights up the daytime.
Moon lights up the night.
I light up when you call my name,
And you know I'm gonna treat you right.
You give me fever!
Reaching out, Tracey ran her fingers through that thick, black hair, continuing to move her whole body sinuously like a snake charming its prey. Rotating her hips in graceful, languorous circles, she mimicked how she'd love to ride his body.
Unable to keep his hands to himself, Harry reached out to grip her waist, but she skimmed out of his hold just as he tightened his grip to capture her.
When you kiss me…
Fever when you hold me tight…
Fever!
In the morning.
Fever all through the night.
Lifting a single finger, she waggled it in wordless chastisement, throwing him a sinful smile. "Not yet," she whispered. Running her hands from her waist up her body, cupping her breasts, she challenged him with a toss of her head. "Watch me dance for you, Harry."
Her hands continued a leisurely glide up, over her throat and into her long hair, pulling it up through her hands in an enticing manner, even as her pelvis continued to revolve in an enchanting manner.
Everybody's got the fever -
That is something you well know.
Fever isn't such a new thing.
Fever started long ago.
"You're so beautiful," her boyfriend complimented sincerely, licking his lips as his eyes unhurriedly roamed her body from top to bottom. "I want to tear that off of you so I can finally see you."
Emboldened by his reaction, Tracey ran her hands in a path back down to her waist, she continued that lithe, side-winding motion as she reached behind her and began pulling down the zipper of her dress. The noise somehow added to the sexiness of the song, as if it were another musical instrument added to coerce the mood. "Good things come to those who wait," she tempted him.
When the zipper met its end at the sway of her back, she moved around to the front of her body and ran her hands down her thighs and back up, gathering her courage for the next part…
Romeo loved Juliet,
Juliet she felt the same.
When he put his arms around her,
He said, "Julie, baby you're my flame…
Now give us fever!"
"Bloody hell," Harry hissed in mounting excitement, his whole attention affixed upon her, an obvious bulge appearing in the front of his dark slacks. His chest rising and falling with growing excitement, he gripped the edge of the cushion with both hands tight, his grip knuckle-white. "Take your dress off for me, honey."
Slipping one shoulder strap down, then the other, Tracey slowly peeled the dress off, holding the fabric close, revealing only a bit of flesh at a time. As she reached her waist, Harry's face was flushed with need and his eyes shimmered with heat. "All the way off," he growled low. "Show me."
When we kissith;
Fever with thy flaming youth.
Fever!
I'm on fire!
Fever, yea, I burn for sooth.
Letting the dress drop to the floor, Tracey stood before her partner in nothing but her lingerie and heels. Unfettered at last by the constricting dress, she began moving unreservedly, letting her body take her where it may.
Twirling away from the fabric, giving herself some space to express her feelings, she danced then as she never had before - Allegro free spin, quick Arabesque, improvise front walk-over to change position, widely sweeping de Côté to the right, Attitude en pointe, dégagé, fouetté en tournant, dégagé, transitional improvise into a slow, solo rendition of Kaoma's sexy, tantalizing Lambada.
Twirling her hips, swaying her shoulders, she flung her hair about and whirled with polished exactness, nimble and elegant in her turns, keeping to the beat, giving her very soul over to Harry in the dance.
Captain Smith and Pocahontas
Had a very mad affair.
When her daddy tries to kill him,
She said, "Daddy, oh, don't you dare!
He gives me fever.
Gazing over at her partner, Tracey noted that Harry seemed completely enamored of her.
But she hadn't even gotten to the truly deviant stuff yet…
Conjuring a metal pole before her, she turned her attention to utilizing this new prop. She'd used such a support once during a competition, but that had been benign, regulation dance. This… this was something else entirely. This was impious, shameless inspiration unleashed at last, all of her greatest fantasies set free as her body glided up and down the pole, as she altered known dance steps to invent a choreography that was all about pure sex.
With his kisses…
Fever when he holds me tight…
Fever!
I'm his missus.
Daddy, won't you treat him right?"
Harry's eyes burned into hers as she lifted one long leg, wrapped it around the pole and proceeded to bend backwards until her head touched her calf.
"Holy cats," he murmured, and his hand moved to the front of his trousers to slowly stroke his erection over his clothes. When Tracey righted herself (in an equally slow pace, showing the strength in her stomach and back muscles), she slid up and down the pole twice, then turned to face him, her arms bracing herself on the metal as she widened her stance and knelt with leisurely grace, giving him a wanton invitation to look between her legs.
Now, you've listened to my story.
Here's the point that I have made:
Cats were born to give chicks fever,
Be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade,
We give you fever!
"Take your bra off for me," he commanded as she slid downward, his eyes shaded with barely contained lust.
Balanced only on the strength of her ankles and a trained center of gravity, Tracey reached for her corset's clasp, and easily undid it for him. "Yes, Your Highness," she stated, kneeling on the floor now. With a tug on both sides, she freed her breasts from their captivity, tossing her bra to the side. A part of her thought she should be blushing, feeling terribly exposed, but the siren within her was feeling particularly uninhibited just then, and so it was without any embarrassment she bent backwards again, thrusting her eager nipples to the sky, giving Harry an excellent view.
"Oh, Merlin almighty!" he swore.
When we kiss you,
Fever, if you live and learn.
Fever!
Till you sizzle…
What a lovely way to burn.
Whipping forward quickly, slinging all of that hair over her head, Tracey pressed her face to the floor, arms stretched before her in a slave's worship of her master. Looking up through the curtain of her golden mane, she smiled wildly and shamelessly and began crawling towards Harry in a decidedly predatory manner.
Her wizard licked his lips again and the hand over his covered erection gave another hard stroke over his pants.
Reaching his knees, Tracey dragged herself up his body, staying on her knees, but raised enough to give him access to her body, should he wish to touch. "What else do you wish of me, Your Highness?"
What a lovely way to burn…
"Take the rest off," he commanded in a deep, precise tone, darkness shadowing his handsome features.
What a lovely way to burn…
"I want you naked, Tracey."
What a lovely way to burn!
This time, she licked her lips. "Yes, Your Highness."
With as much grace as possible, she made her feet, her mid-section now on par with Harry's face. With flirtatious inspiration, she hooked her fingers into the sides of her knickers, had a moment for her heart to slam under her ribs in terror – this was the first time a man would see her fully nude – and then she began dragging her panties down her thighs, revealing herself to his scorching stare.
When she came into his full view, and her intimates fell to the ground around her ankles, her boyfriend's mouth dropped open a fraction of an inch. "Sweet Jesus." Unconsciously, he lifted a hand to feel her, but stopped just shy of his goal and quickly looked up at her. "Can I touch you, honey?"
Tracey nodded, swallowing back her own nervousness, trusting that he wouldn't hurt her. "I already said, anywhere you want, Harry."
With infinite tenderness, he ran his fingers through her golden curls, learned the feel of her shape. "You're stunning… everywhere," he remarked, letting his other hand slide up her waist to cup her right breast. His fingers slid over her beige-pink nipple, bringing it into prominence with a single swipe, while below, he explored her full lips. Nudging a finger between her slit, he traveled her from top to bottom, causing Tracey to shiver uncontrollably. "Oh, man… you're so wet." He brought that finger up to his nose and inhaled, then licked it.
Something snapped in that one small act. With a groan of reckless need, Harry grabbed her waist, and pulled her down onto his lap, making her straddle him. Thrusting his mouth onto hers, he kissed her with aching passion, as his hands continued their torment of her sensitive body. His fingers below found that tiny nub of flesh at the top of her vulva and teased over it. "Oh, OH!" she cried out, grabbing onto his arms for support as her man relentlessly exploited his new find.
The hand that had been tempting her nipple suddenly pinched it, not too hard, but with enough pressure to make things below moisten exponentially. "Oh… mmmm…" she hummed, around the thrusting of his tongue, digging her nails into his shoulders. Her gasps grew in volume as he continued to caress her clitoris, stimulating it just perfectly. When one finger entered her from below, she cried out at the exquisite pleasure of such a feeling.
Harry paused, but then he seemed to relax marginally, as if the urgency of his need had been forcibly calmed somewhat. "You're so tight."
For a minute, Tracey panicked. Could he know her secret just by touching her like this? Her own knowledge of feminine things was severely limited to what she'd heard spoken about in whispers by other females around school and in the health class she'd had to take with Madam Pomfrey (her mother had never been comfortable enough to speak to her about such things). Was it possible that he could somehow feel that she was still untouched?
Before anymore could be said (or thought, for that matter), Harry began to move the single digit in and out of her with deliberate, unhurried measure.
Primal instincts were instantly awoken, and the seductress within called for Tracey to move her hips and thighs in a brazen manner to meet each one of Harry's delicate, delicious thrusts, even as their mouths and tongues mimicked the act in perfect rhythm. Closing her eyes, Tracey gave herself over to the hedonistic feelings he roused. Her wizard was making love to her with his hands and mouth, finally!
"That's it," he coaxed in her ear in a low, throaty tone as she began instinctively moving against him. "Move your hips, love. Up and down, just like that." He hummed in approval and bit her throat gently, causing her to convulse with undisciplined need. "Slow a little. That's right. Let me bring you slow and easy."
Mewling in appeal, imploring for deeper penetration, for quicker movements, Tracey gripped her lover's biceps with force. "Harry…" she fretted against his lips when he pressed another kiss onto her. "That feels so good. Please, don't stop."
"I won't," he promised, and to her surprise, laid his thumb against her tiny, pearl nub, rubbing it in circles as he continued to glide his finger back and forth inside her. "I want you to come for me, honey."
She nodded. "Yes… Your Highness," she remembered at the last second, realizing that this was his final requirement to fulfill the cards. Instead of her servicing his pleasure with his three wishes, he'd done just the opposite and gifted this last opportunity to her. She knew she loved him for good reason! "Oooh," she moaned, feeling her body electrify from tip to toe, straining, reaching for elusive fulfillment. "I… need more." Opening her lids, she looked at him, unable to articulate what it was she was searching for; just knowing that something lay just beyond her reach that her body was desperate to have. "Please, Harry."
He kissed a trail down her chest to her breast and took her left nipple deep into the cavern of his wet mouth, suckling on her with pressure. The hand that had been caressing her chest reached up and fisted her hair, tilting her head back with force, bending her back to give him easy, full access. The move was so blatantly, sensuously masculine - a claiming of sorts - that it made Tracey quake with longing. Continuing to ride his hand, her whole body thrummed on the brink of something marvelous and wild and entirely too wicked to be contained, and yet, she couldn't seem to achieve what she knew had to be an orgasm. Her nails dug deep into his shoulders as her frustration mounted, and Harry let out a groan in response.
As he bit her nip a little harder, her moan came from somewhere deep inside her constricting chest. Close… so close!
With a swipe of his thumb over her clit in a counter-clockwise motion, and a final lunge of his finger, Tracey felt her world fly apart on ecstasy-laden wings. Everything within her pulsed again and again, and behind her lids danced ribbons of color. "OH, HARRY!" she cried out, her body surrendering at last to its ultimate bliss. It was like nothing she'd ever known before – so beautiful and all-encompassing and shattering a sensation that it brought tears to her eyes and made her body tremble unreservedly in its passing. "Harry!" she called to the only person she wanted to share this with - the only one who could save her from feeling so terribly exposed, who could soothe her and make her feel not so vulnerable in this moment of full, open disclosure, and who would cushion her in his love and keep her safe in his arms. "Harry!"
Tenderly, her lover brought their mouths together again. Salty tracks burned down her cheeks as she clung to him with all her might, letting his lips ease her back into her own soul. When she calmed, he pressed his forehead to hers, having withdrawn his fingers from her body and now simply stroking her bare back with both hands. "Shhh… it's okay. I've got you."
Her breath relaxing, her emotions returning to a state of control, Tracey sniffed and wiped at her cheeks with slightly shaky fingers. "Sorry. I just… it felt so lovely. It overwhelmed me."
He shook his head, and smiled at her sweetly. "You're a virgin, aren't you?"
Her heart stopped beating. One second, two…
Slytherin's soul, he knew!
The pulsating organ under her ribs rushed to catch back up with the body's demands, causing her chest to compress fast with breath. "I…" She stalled, unable to go on. How could she explain? Was he angry? This game, after all, was only supposed to be between experienced individuals; everyone knew that going in. What if he'd been expecting that she knew what to do and had wanted a woman already skilled in bedroom etiquette? What if he didn't like the fact she was a 'cherry' (as Pansy called it)?
"I could feel your… barrier… still in place," he explained gently. "And the things you've done and said all night finally make sense. Parkinson was right: you're really an innocent, aren't you?"
Eyes wide, she pursed her lips, scared that maybe he thought badly of her for not telling the truth about her level of qualification. "I didn't lie to get into the game," she hurriedly explained to cut off that route of thinking. "I overheard Pansy talking about the cards and the challenge to Daphne earlier this week. She mentioned that you were Captain for Gryffindor's team. I…" She bit her lip, looking down. "I approached her about letting me play then. She didn't ask me about my experience; I think she just assumed. So, I didn't really lie. I just didn't think it was any of her business how much… or how little, as the case may be… I knew about men."
Harry considered her in silence for a few seconds, and the whole while, Tracey's heart crawled up into her mouth, threatening to smother her very breath. "You were hoping we'd be partnered so you could give your virginity to me," he stated evenly.
Mortified by him speaking the truth aloud, she tried to wriggle out of his lap, wanting to just drag herself into a hole and die right then, but her wizard tightened his arms about her, holding her in place. "Don't be embarrassed, love. I'm… flattered," he tried to reassure her, forcing her to face him by cupping her cheek and turning it so they had to look at one another. "I think it's a beautiful idea. And I'm just really thankful it's worked out for us."
Her eyes watered. He wasn't mad? He wasn't going to ditch her and forfeit? Inside, her chest loosened up enough for her to breathe. "I was going to tell you, Harry, I swear it. It just… it seemed too soon. We'd only just gotten to know one another, and… I didn't expect us to get to anything like this for a bit. I thought there would be time to… to ease into the discussion." She swallowed past the lump in her throat. "I didn't mean to trick you."
Harry kissed her, feathering her cheek with his fingers. "I know, honey." He smoothly wiped the tears from the outside corners of her eyes. "Was that your first orgasm?"
Now that she had time to actually think about what they'd done, she felt the heat rise in her cheeks. It seemed oddly contradictory, given that she had been writhing around on the floor – and then in his lap – just minutes ago. "Yes. First everything, Harry. First kiss, first touching, first… that," she indicated between her legs modestly.
His eyebrows shot up wide. "Really?" A huge grin beamed across his face. "That's… that's fecking awesome!"
Without warning, she was suddenly flipped onto her back in the cushions, and his hand was stroking her all up and down between her drenched lower lips again. Leaning down, he nipped her lower lip as she liked. "Let me make you come again like this," he hungrily purred against her mouth. Tracey's heart began pulsing to a quick beat as one finger quickly re-entered her. Without waiting for her permission, he bent his head and took her right nipple back between his teeth and suckled and bit teasingly, even as his hand moved in and out of her to that same slow rhythm as earlier.
Tracey was in heaven, relaxing into his embrace and letting him bring her again in a loving, soft way that had her floating on a cloud of brilliant wonderment, calling for him again with breathless joy. His arms came around her when it was over, and he held her to his skipping heart, and they were quiet, enjoying the afterglow.
As he helped her retrieve her clothing and re-dress, she winced at the slight soreness between her legs. It wasn't bad, just a small noticeable stretching; Harry assured her he hadn't broken her hymen though. Brushing her bangs from her eyes as they stood at the door, listening to the chimes ring out, he kissed her sweetly again.
"Are you sure you want to give me everything, if the cards require it?" he asked, quite sincerely. "Merlin knows, I definitely want to make love to you, but we could wait. You're my girlfriend now, so I wouldn't mind forfeiting and just letting things happen slowly over time, if you feel we need to."
Tracey shook her head, leaning forward to kiss Harry with aching love. "Thank you for offering, but I don't want to wait anymore. I've waited years for a chance with you. I'm not going to waste it. I want to give you all of me." Pressing her nose to his, she smiled and giggled playfully. "Besides, then we can have sex anywhere we want to on the school premises before graduation next week. I've had this rather naughty fantasy for the last two years involving you, me and the Divination Tower, you see."
Harry let out a dark chuckle, reached for her hand and placed it over his steely-hard erection through his slacks. "The Divination Tower, hmmm? On a pile of pillows, I suppose?"
Nodding, she friskily, boldly stroked over his length, getting a feel for how big he was. "We could silence the room and cast an aphrodisiac charm for fun."
Her wizard blinked, looking confused. "How do you know about such things?"
Unzipping his trousers fast, she reached in and gripped him through his boxers. Harry groaned, jolted, and his penis twitched against her hand through the fabric. "Daphne shares a room with me, Pansy, and Millicent in the Slytherin girls dorms. She taught the spell to all of us one night this last year when we were up gossiping late." Tickling his length through the cotton with her fingernail, running up and down, she giggled again, feeling decidedly mischievous. "She guarantees it's good for two whole hours." She looked at him through her thick lashes. "What do you think, Harry?"
With a growl, he kissed her hard. "I say it's a date, mistress mine."
Letting him go and re-zipping him, she grinned like a cheeky monkey, their course settled in her mind. "Good, then when it's time, that's what we're doing here tonight."
With a thought, the room transformed itself into a replica of the Divination Tower, and there, in the middle of the circular area, was a pile of large, plush pillows.
"You'll have to give me new flowers next round it seems," she sighed impishly, noting that the tulips had all disappeared when the room altered its appearance. With a final kiss on his nose, she walked out.
She got exactly five steps before Harry had her in his arms again and, laughing in delight, they were kissing each other as if they were in love… which, for her, was no stretching of the truth. Would it be true for him soon, too?
Please let it happen, she prayed silently. Let him love me someday as I love him.
TO BE CONTINUED...
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
- Did you know that there are over 200 species of tulips in the world, and many more than that have been lost over time as they went extinct. This flower is truly the most beautiful of plants, with blooms that can come in any shape, size and color. It's no wonder the Dutch went mad for them in the 17th century!
- "Fever" as sung by Elvis Presley is this chapter's interlude song (because it's my favorite version; I may be British, but I'll take Elvis anyday over The Beatles... I know, blasphemy!)
Musical Selection for this Chapter: "Like You'll Never See Me Again," by Alicia Keyes. Lyrics are as follows…
If I had no more time…
No more time left to be here,
Would you cherish what we had?
Was it everything that you were looking for?
If I couldn't feel your touch,
And no longer were you with me,
I'd be wishing you were here,
To be everything that I'd be looking for.
I don't wanna forget the present is a gift,
And I don't wanna take for granted the time you may have here with me.
'Cause Lord only knows another day is not really guaranteed.
So every time you hold me,
Hold me like this is the last time.
Every time you kiss me,
Kiss me like you'll never see me again.
Every time you touch me,
Touch me like this is the last time.
Promise that you'll love me,
Love me like you'll never see me again.
How many really know what love is?
Millions never will.
Do you know until you lose it
That it's everything that we are looking for?
When I wake up in the morning,
You're beside me,
I'm so thankful that I found
Everything that I been looking for.
I don't wanna forget the present is a gift,
And I don't wanna take for granted the time you may have here with me.
'Cause Lord only knows another day is not really guaranteed.
So everytime you hold me,
Hold me like this is the last time.
Every time you kiss me,
Kiss me like you'll never see me again.
(can you do that for me baby)
Every time you touch me,
(see we don't really know)
Touch me like this is the last time.
(see everyday we never know)
Promise that you'll love me,
(I want you to promise me)
Love me like you'll never see me again.
(like you'll never see me again)