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Chapter 3: Girls and New Looks

Harry paced from one side of his room to the other. What was he going to do? He didn't have his wand and nobody knew where they were. He never imagined that this would happen in a million years. Already he missed everyone. He missed Ron, so sorry that he made that wish. He missed Hermione, she would have known what to do, and if she didn't, she would have done everything she could to find out how to make things back to the way they were. Most of all, he missed Ginny, he loved her and everything about her. He could tell that he cared for this woman, Megan, but it was nothing compared to Ginny. He missed Mrs. Weasley and her motherly hugs. He missed the whole Weasley family, actually. HIS family.

A knock came at the door. "Harry!" a familiar voice called behind it. "Are you up, yet? If you sleep any more, people are going to think you're dead." Harry panicked, not knowing what to do. It was both weird and natural that Draco Malfoy was worried for him and calling him by his first name. It was both weird and natural that he was actually being a friend. After a long pause, Draco knocked on the door again, "Harry? You there, mate? You okay?"

Harry hesitated, "Er - Yeah! Yeah, I'm awake, I'm here, and I'm al-alright." He sat back down on the bed. He didn't want to face this, yet. "I'll be down in a moment, I need to-to shower and dress."

To his relief, Draco accepted it, "Alright, but hurry up, Harry. It's Saturday, the girls wanted to do something fun since exams are over." College exams, Harry noted. When Harry didn't answer, Draco continued. "I thought we might take them to the carnival down on University Place. We haven't been in a while." When Harry still didn't answer, he went on, "Then - then after that, we should take them to 21 Club on 52nd Street. Sound good, mate? . . . Harry? Are you sure you're alright?"

Harry nodded only to realize Draco couldn't see him, "Yeah . . . Mate, sounds great. I'm great. Excited. I'll be down in a minute. I'll hurry." He heard Draco walk away, most likely to the kitchen. Harry thought hard. For now, he would live in this life and try and figure out what to do. He'll go with Draco to this carnival, try to show Megan, his girlfriend, apparently, a good time, and try and act perfectly normal. Yeah. He could do this. Be normal, act like he wasn't going completely insane.

Slowly, Harry went to the door, opened it, and stepped out. The hallway he stepped into had the same shiny, wooden floor with a rug that ran its length. There were black and white photography on the walls. Most were of nature with flowers and trees. One that he particularly liked was of a tree with a white, long benched, wooden swing. A couple, who appeared to be in their late fifties, sat in the swing and held each other with happy looking faces. He vaguely remembered this scene. Megan, he noted, was a photographer, and she took him to her home town in Bennington, Vermont to meet her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Rogers. He had stood in front of the very couple on the very swing, watching Megan take this wonderful piece of art. After she had it developed, he asked for a copy of the photo, and now, here it was.

With one last glance at the couple, Harry walked passed it and turned right, going into the bathroom. He noticed the brilliant, shocking blue tile was familiar as he turned on the shower that was separate from the large bath tub. After he had taken off his pajamas and glasses, he stepped into the water, letting it jet on his shoulders. Harry relaxed and peered around. Fluffy wash things were hanging from a metal hook that hung on the tiled wall. The shelf above it contained pink razors and floral shampoos.

Obviously, "the girls" spent a lot of time here. Even as he thought it, an image of having Megan in the shower popped in his mind. A memory. He blushed as he remembered what they had done in this very shower. Her small, beautiful frame had been pressed against him many times, her legs around him, her back supported by the wall, and Harry pumping into her as the hot water fell over them. He never knew that he could be like that. In this life he was experienced and from the memory of Megan's screams, he was also very good at being . . .experienced.

Harry closed his eyes as he remembered being inside his present girlfriend. A burning in his lower stomach told him that he liked it very much. He looked down and sure enough, his erection was out and hardening more and more by the second. Familiar with this, he took his length in his hand rubbing it slow and hard. Harry groaned, noticing that even though it wasn't like having Megan's soft hands doing this, it still felt pretty good. He pumped his self faster, thinking of his sexual experiences. Megan on top of him, grinding. Megan's mouth sucking him. Megan, her walls tightening around him as he moved quickly in and out of her. He pumped him self even more speedily. Ginny, her sweet smelling hair. Harry's face had been surrounded by her beautiful, red hair when he laid on top of her creamy body the other night pumping slowly, lovingly within her. "Ginny," he moaned under his breath, his seed spilling out into the running water below his feet. Ginny.

He immediately felt ashamed. How could he think of Megan and Ginny at the same time? How could he care for both? Harry contemplated this as he squeezed a manly-smelling shampoo/body wash in his hand and washed himself all over. He didn't know how he was going to act normal throughout this day. Even though, in this life, Ginny wasn't his girlfriend and Megan was, he felt wrong thinking about any other girl, in a physical way, even if he did care about Megan.

Sighing, Harry stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel from a nearby cabinet, wrapped it around his waist, and went to the sink. After brushing his teeth, he stepped out and walked back to his room, and opened his closet door. His wardrobe was completely different from what he would wear in his normal life. They were Muggle clothes, of course. However, as his normal clothes would consist of a baggy t-shirt and faded jeans, these shirts were either silk or soft cotton in a variety of colors. He had slacks and many pairs of denim jeans. All had appeared to be new and well taken care of.

For the first time, Harry smiled. He selected a pair of dark blue jeans, a forest green, V-neck t-shirt, and black boots. After grabbing a pair of boxers and socks, he dressed and looked in the mirror. He stared, shocked, at his reflection. He looked . . .different. Of course, he was the same raven-haired, green-eyed boy, but the hair was cut differently and laid flat, he looked broader than he remembered, his arms big and his chest wide. He could see the outline of his abs through his fitted shirt. He looked good, and he knew it.

More than content with his image, he went to his nightstand and grabbed his wallet and his . . .cell phone? He picked up the device, noticing that it felt familiar in his hand, and put it in pocket along with his wallet. 'I live really good here,' he thought. However unnerving his situation was, his surroundings were completely comfortable.

Harry faced the door and, nervously walked out to face Draco, to face Megan, to face whatever obstacles he may have, to face this new life.