Author's Note: Greetings everyone! I hope that last double held ya'll over because *insert drum roll here* the long awaited sex scene! A few readers had wondered when it was coming and even slightly delayed, thanks to excessive writer's block, here it is! Yay! Anyways, hope you enjoy this very special chapter and don't forger to review =)
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Chapter 6
A sudden pop resounded through the house before I heard something crash down in the kitchen. We were currently in the drawing room and we all jumped up and ran down into the kitchen. Once we arrived at the entrance, I caught sight of a dirty looking man being attacked by Kreacher.
As the man stood up, I saw that it was none other than Mundungus Fletcher. He reached into his coat pocket, pulled out his wand, only to have it fly from his fingers as Hermione disarmed him.
"Get off me!" Mundungus shouted before he tripped down the stairs, sending them both flying.
"As requested, Mister, Kreacher has returned with the thief Mundungus Fletcher," Kreacher told Harry as he closed the door they had come through.
"Good work Kreacher," Harry said blankly making Kreacher bow lowly in response.
"What you playing at?" Mundungus snapped. "Setting a bleeding house elf after me!" Mundungus exclaimed, trying to shake off Kreacher.
"Kreacher apologizes for the delay in bringing the thief, Master," croaked the elf. "Fletcher knows how to avoid capture, has many hidey-holes and accomplices. Nevertheless, Kreacher cornered the thief in the end."
"Oi! I'm no thief!" Mundungus interrupted. "You foul little-" He was about to swing at Kreacher, but Harry decided it was time to step in.
"Do you know that I'm infamous for exploding things? I'm not averse to trying people," Harry stated, wand aimed at Mundungus. He backed away slightly but that didn't stop him from ranting on.
"Sirius never cared about any of the ruddy ole junk in this place!" Before Harry could react, there was the sound of pattering feet, a blaze of shining copper, an echoing clang, and a shriek of agony. Kreacher had taken a run at Mundungus and hit him over the head with a saucepan.
"Call 'im off, call 'im off, 'e should be locked up!" screamed Mundungus, cowering as Kreacher raised the heavy-bottomed pan again.
"Kreacher, no!" shouted Harry. Kreacher's thin arms trembled with the weight of the pan, still held tightly in his hands.
"Perhaps just one more, Master Harry, for luck?" Ron and I laughed at this, agreeing with Kreacher's logic.
"We need him conscious, Kreacher, but if he needs persuading, you can do the honors," said Harry.
"If I don't get to him first," I mumbled, wanting a piece of the action.
With a slightly nervous look, the thief backed away slightly. "Gits," he mumbled, eyeing everyone. "I'm a purveyor of rare and wondrous objects, hardly a thief."
"You're a petty thief!" I shouted feeling sparks in my fingertips. "You stole from Harry Potter! Do you know how bad that is? Do you know what I could do to you before any of them so much as blinks?" I said, acid dripping from my words. I snapped my fingers and a fireball appeared in my palm. They all backed away from me at the sight of the fire and I grinned, eyes glued to Mundungus.
Mundungus backed away further into a nearby corner like a frightened animal. His eyes darted between the fireball and me then to the others. Seeing that nobody was stepping in to stop me, he gulped and sunk down to the floor.
"Now, I want you to answer whatever we ask. Truthfully…or I won't hesitate to set you on fire. And judging by how badly you reek of Firewhisky, I bet you are extremely flammable." I said, extinguishing my fireball and going to sit at the table. Keeping the fire in my palm took a lot out of me and I needed a break.
"When you turned this place over you found a locket. Don't deny it, we know it was taken," Harry said angrily.
"Why? Was it valuable?" He smiled, looking excited again before Kreacher poked him, making him sit back in the chair.
"You still got it?" Hermione asked next.
"No, he's worried he didn't get enough money for it," Ron said bitterly.
"Damnit, I gave myself away…" he replied in a small voice. "There I was, flogging me wares in Diagon Alley when some Ministry hag comes up and asks to see me license. Says she's a mind to lock me up, and would have done it too, if she hadn't taken a fancy to that locket I carried."
"Who was she? The witch, do you know?" Harry asked his voice losing some of his anger growing. Feeing my energy return, I stood beside Harry.
"No, I-" He began before his eyes caught sight of the newspapers lying on the table. He slowly moved forward and picked one up. "Well, she's there. Look. Bleeding bow and all," Mundungus said, throwing the paper back down on the table.
We each leaned over the table and looked at the moving picture. It was a pudgy frog looking woman with a huge bow on top of her head and a sickly smile. Harry tensed beside me and rubbed his hand. At that moment, I realized who it was; he told me stories about her and about the faint scar he still had on his hand:
I must not tell lies.
"You sold the bloody locket to her?!" Ron screamed. Mundungus flinched and leapt up.
"Of course I did! It was good money and I wasn't about to risk imprisonment over a bleedin' locket!" He screamed back. I was sick of this and sick of him. I closed my eyes, focusing intently while trying to remember a spell that Albus taught me. In a flash, Mundungus was gone. Poof.
"Where did he go? Did he Apparate?" Hermione gasped. I reached over, took his wand from his hands, and snapped it in two.
"No, I got rid of him…his stench was making me sick and we got the information we needed," I said simply, sinking into my chair once more, utterly spent.
"Brillant!" Ron said. "Can you teach us that trick?"
I sighed. "Not today my young Padawan," Hermione snorted and I gave a weak smile, happy she understood my reference. Harry and Ron looked confused by the exchange but didn't voice their opinion. "So, what's next Captain?" That earned me an eye roll.
"Well, we need that locket and the only thing I can think of is if we steal it back," Harry stated.
"And how in the bloody hell are we supposed to do that?" Ron asked.
"We could stake out the Ministry?" Hermione suggested. "I mean, I can't think of any other options. And…" she paused, looking over at me. "We only have a month till term and we need Emma on this,"
"I feel special…" I said quietly, feeling tired all of a sudden. Harry noticed this and wrapped an arm around my waist so I could lean into him.
"How about we start planning in the morning and go rest up for a bit," Harry said as he scooped me up bridal style and began walking up the stairs.
"Harry, seriously?! I may be tired but I can walk on my own," I whined as I gripped his shoulders. I knew he wouldn't ever drop me, not intentionally at least but it didn't ease my paranoia as he brought me upstairs to the second level where the main rooms were.
"Emma my love," Harry smiled. "I don't have many opportunities to do something like this nor will I get any in the near future so please, let me enjoy it." He stated as he kicked open a door, dropped me on a large four poster bed, and shut the door behind him. He flopped down beside me and pulled me into his arms, resting his chin on my head and I cuddled into his chest.
Inhaling his scent, I smiled and snuggled closer. "Well, this is nice," I stated with a giggle. I felt him nodded softly as he hugged me tighter.
"There is nothing I love more than having you in my arms love and I plan on savoring every last second."
For the next few weeks, that was all that we did. We would alternate days and various shifts of spying on the Ministry. I volunteered to take on most of the watches since I was able to deflect attention and blend easier, but sadly, I have earned the title 'Undesirable No. 2'; in addition to that, I am wanted by the Ministry as an accomplice to the murder of Albus Dumbledore.
After seeing that article, I ended up taking out a wall on the second floor. I was becoming increasingly angry and bitter with each passing day that I was cooped up in that house. I would find myself alone and wandering most days or moping in the attic. I would catch gazes of pity from the others and part of me wanted to share my anxieties, but I knew that would be selfish; I just needed more time.
Unfortunately, that was something I didn't have much of. I had to be on a train to Hogwarts in a week and we had to plan the sting before that time. I also needed to spend as much time as I could with Harry and do everything in my power to protect him…all three of them. I may not be able to join them, but I can do what I can to still help as if I were there.
I continued to let my mind wander as I sat alone in the attic, not noticing at first someone enter the room. I was staring outside the window, counting the stars, and keeping an eye out for Deatheaters. Whenever the others went out without me, I would constantly worry and fear that one of the Deatheaters would get lucky after spying on the house for days on end.
Even without looking over, I knew who it was; the sweet aroma of old spice was a dead giveaway. I heard him sigh then the shuffle of his body as he got comfortable on the wooden floor. He would cough and clear his throat a few times, but otherwise, he remained silent.
For once, the silence was suffocating me with each passing minute. "I'm sorry." I whispered.
"Don't be," he replied, scooting closer to me. Wrapping an arm around me, I leaned into his shoulder. "I have no words to offer you at the moment, but know that I've been there and I'm here for you ok? You asked me not to shut you out, please don't do the same to me. We only have so much time together," he said, choking on the last few words.
One lone tear fell from my eye as he finished speaking and I let it sink in. I was being even more selfish by keeping everything locked away and shutting them all out. But that stopped now. Time was against me, but I still have to make the most of it.
Lifting my head to Harry's, I gazed into his eyes before grabbing his face and pressing my lips to his. Harry reacted quickly and brought a hand to the back of my neck in a strong grip. Our kiss deepened and my heartbeat raced. For the time being, I let myself forget everything and focus on being in Harry's arms.
I pulled away first to take a breath while Harry kissed down my neck. His teeth clamped down on my pulse point making me moan. His tongue circled the new mark and he kissed it before moving down my bare shoulder.
"Make love to me Harry," I said suddenly. He paused and looked at my face, his piercing gaze searching. He was unsure and so was I, but I wanted this…needed it…I needed him.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked quietly.
"I haven't been surer. There is a chance I may never see you again and I want to give myself to you, only you. You have my heart, my soul, and now, I want you to claim my body. Please Harry, make love to me." I begged, searching his eyes for any sort of sign.
"Not here," he replied. In a flash, he scooped me up in his arms and exited the room. He cradled me close to his chest and I took the opportunity to plant kisses on the exposed skin. He kicked open the door to his room and shut it the same way with his foot.
He tossed me gently on the bed, making me giggle. He moaned then leaned in to kiss me once more. He bit my lip, making me open my mouth and he claimed in with his tongue. Breathless, I pulled away as he proceeded to kiss my jaw line. Harry's light stubble grazed my cheek, making me giggle again. He sighed heavily and nuzzled my neck.
"I'm sorry, your stubble tickles," I stated. He shook his head and gave me a small smile.
"I'm just gonna miss that giggle. My heart swells every time I hear it," I melted at his words and smiled back. Sitting on my knees, I leaned to give him a gentle kiss. My hands then moved to his shirt as grazed the warm skin underneath. His body shivered then relaxed at my touch and he proceeded to do the same to me.
Pushing against her softly, Emma's head hit the pillows as they kissed slowly, passionately. Both sets of hands roamed the other as they shed shirts and jeans. Clad only in their under things, they kissed and rubbed, creating sweet friction. Harry paused, only for a moment to put spells against the door. Emma raised an eyebrow at this.
"We've been interrupted so many damn times…we deserve some peace and privacy," he said simply as he resumed his kissing. He brought his hands up to her chest and massaged her cups still covered by her bra.
Lucky for Harry, the clasp was in the front. He quickly unclasped and tossed it to the side while he proceeded to kiss each breast then suck on each nipple. Emma's breath hitched as her back arched to his touch. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head at the sensation as she tugged on his hair.
Emma moaned as she felt Harry's tongue travel downward. He kissed her ribs then stuck his tongue into her navel, making Emma grip the sheets and arch off the bed again. He kissed her hip bone then blew gently at her lower belly where her knickers still remained, growing moist with each passing second.
A sudden rip pierced the air making Emma gasp and she glanced down seeing that Harry ripped her knickers to shreds. Harry's eyes darkened seeing her open and exposed before him. This was a side to Harry she had never seen before and it was turning her on immensely.
Harry inhaled deeply then plunged into her folds. Emma let out a deep throaty moan at the new sensations flooding her body. Harry's hands found her legs as he bent them slightly, forcing him to go deeper inside. His tongue flicked against her center and took his time finding her clit. He licked and sucked gently while Emma withered on the bed.
And just as quickly as it began, he stopped. Emma whined at the loss of contact, just as she was near her breaking point. In a flash, Harry was above her, mouth still glistening with her essence. Harry wiped his mouth quickly and then positioned himself above her.
Harry pressed his body against hers and then leaned down to whisper in her ear. "I've always wanted to do that. But as much as I loved your sweetness, I want our first moment shared," he said huskily. Then he thrust hard inside of Emma, making her scream.
A single tear fell from her cheek as she adjusted to the foreign feeling of Harry inside of her. Pain was soon replaced by pleasure as he moved slowly. Emma nestled her face into Harry's neck, mumbling to move faster. He complied then thrusted. Harder. Faster. Harder. Faster. Emma mewled into his ear, surrendering herself to Harry.
"Harry! Oh lord, Harry!" She was yelling for him now as continue to thrust, hitting her g-spot.
"Look at me love," Harry pleaded. Emma pulled away to stare into his eyes. Reflected back was so much love and care that Emma thought her heart would burst. They gazed at one another as Harry gave one final thrust emptied his seed, mixing with the remains of her orgasm.
Breathing heavily, Harry pulled away then collapsed beside Emma. Slick with sweat and heartbeats wild, they both laid beside the other catching their breaths. They stared up at the ceiling, no saying a word until Harry let out a sigh and Emma began to chuckle.
Harry turned to her, eyebrow raised. She smiled at him in return then couldn't help but chuckle again. Harry's eyebrows knitted together and she rolled her eyes before scooting closer. She snuggled into his side as he wrapped an arm around her.
"Sickle for your thoughts?" He asked suddenly.
"Just thinking,"
"About?" Harry pressed.
"I've heard stories about when you make love for the first time; it can be incredibly awkward or extremely awful." Emma replied. Harry pulled her in closer, feeling a bit worried by his performance.
"And I'm guessing that was why you were having a fit just now?" Harry huffed. Sensing his discomfort, Emma sat up slightly and leaned on his chest, facing him.
"Yes. I was thinking how lucky I was that my first time was absolutely splendid and perfect in every way." Emma said honestly getting a large grin in return. He leaned in to peck her lips softly then pressed his forehead to hers.
"I love you Emma, so very much." Harry whispered.
"And I love you even more," she replied. They shared a few more pecks but then stopped once the door started banging.
"Harry! Emma! Are you guys in there?" A voice belonging to Hermione yelled. Emma grabbed the blanket, covering herself and attempted to get up from the bed but failed; her legs flopped like jelly. Harry smirked at this and quickly threw on his boxers and jeans before removing the spell from the door.
The door slammed open, allowing Hermione and Ron to enter. Taking in the shirtless Harry and Emma covered by a sheet, Hermione frowned while Ron did the opposite.
"Very nice Harry," Ron stated, nodding in approval. Emma blushed, hiding her face behind a pillow and Harry's lip twitched. Hermione huffed before smacking the back of Ron's head.
"Not now Ronald!" Hermione snapped then gave Emma a look. "I will disregard this for now just because we have a bigger issue." Hermione stated while crossing her arms across her chest.
"What's going on?" Harry asked quickly. Emma sat up too while she awkwardly gathered her fallen clothing from beneath the sheet.
"It's bad," Ron began.
"Really bad," Hermione repeated. "You know how the Ministry said they were going to start passing laws concerning Muggle-born witches' and wizards' origins? How they had to prove where it came from?" Both Harry and Emma nodded.
"Well, it's official now. And they are starting the trials soon." Ron stated sadly.
"And guess who is head judge on the rulings," Hermione spat. Harry glanced over at Emma and she shrugged.
"Who Hermione," she asked.
"Dolores Umbridge."