Chapter 4

He woke early the next morning and although he was hard didn't masturbate. He pulled on his boxers and jeans but didn't bother with a t-shirt. He headed down to the kitchen and after looking through the fridge started to cook. He could hear voices from the next room where the girls had been sleeping. Eventually Katie put her head round the door and stepped into the kitchen with him.

"What are you doing?"

"Making everyone breakfast." He turned down the heat on the frying pan and pulled her into a kiss. He could feel her breasts through the light fabric of her sleep top against his bare chest and his hands went automatically to her bum.

She broke the kiss and moved away. "Too much, too early and I'm hungover."

He served up a fried breakfast and they all ate at the dining table. Even Tracy and Rachel were appreciative of the food and had seemed to forget they were in sleep wear. He got some nice views down tops and panties pulled tight but none of the girls seemed willing to be caught one on one and so after hanging round for a while he wished them goodbye. Yvette caught just as he was leaving.

"Can I have your number?"

"Why?"

"Just in case you make it home alive, because I know it was a one-time thing but maybe it might be a casual thing we could do again sometime. Also if I give you mine I know you'll never use it."

She gave him a quick peck and pressed against him. "Are you that pleased to see me?"

"Not this time, that's a bottle of vodka I nicked." He felt it was only fair, Katie and Sarah had made all sorts of hints and not followed up, so he'd slipped a seventy five cl bottle into his pocket before leaving.

He wandered aimlessly around smoking and taking the odd swig now and again. Every time he saw a woman walk past he played over ways of starting conversations with them, ways of asking them to fuck but he never gathered the courage to speak to anyone. He saw a mother at the playground with two young children, he created an elaborate fantasy in his head that involved her being divorced and grateful of any attention. While the children went down for their nap they had sex in every room of her house. Of course he didn't speak to her because he was fucking useless.

Once she had left the playground he had the place to himself. He took out the packet of crisps he had bought along with a new packet of cigarettes at a newsagent. He alternated between smoking and eating with the occasional swig of the vodka to add variety to his movements. A pigeon eyed him and he threw it a crisp.

A black haired, black clothed girl wandered over to sit next to him, she stumbled slightly as she sat down.

"What you doin'?"

He eyed her suspiciously. "Fuck off Tonks."

"That's charming that is Harry."

"Well I'm sick of being watched all the time. You on Harry watching duty today?"

"Yeah, you mind?" She picked up the vodka.

"Whatever, if you drink too much you have to buy me more."

Tonks took a swig of his vodka and made a face as she swallowed it. "Is that paint stripper?"

"It's not like I bought it, I nicked it from the party. Where you on duty last night?"

"No that was Moody with his magical eye. He was curious where you keep your wand?"

Harry took a swig of the vodka and kept eye contact with Tonks. "I keep it locked in my trunk after last summer. Can't get accused of using magic if you don't have your wand."

"What if you're attacked?" She asked worry in her tone.

"Well my guards will have to earn their pay but what difference will it make. Did you see Voldemort and Dumbledore duel in the ministry? I wouldn't last a second against him if he ever stopped playing. When he comes for me the best thing I can do is walk out to see him. I'll never beat him. So in the meantime I drink and smoke and fuck because if I wait till I'm meant to I might be dead." As he said fuck he gave Tonk's a long look.

She shook her head, "I'm well aware how old you are Harry, I'm here to guard you not sleep with you."

"You could always call it close surveillance."

"Not going to happen, stop asking before I hurt you."

He shrugged and took another swig of vodka. "Got the time Tonk's"

"Getting on for three."

"I need to go then. Got my daily phone call from Hermione coming up."

When he returned home Petunia was waiting for him. "A girl phoned here for you. I will not have you giving my phone number out to all and sundry." She took in a deep breath. Then audibly sniffed. "You've been drinking and smoking. I always knew you would turn out to be a no good delinquent. I won't have it. You can pack your trunk and take that owl and get out.

Harry gave her a long look then casually took out the vodka from his pocket and took a swig. "Grow up Petunia. Last year two dementours nearly killed Dudley because of me. You didn't throw me out then, you won't now. Dumbledore had something on you the same as me. So we are stuck with each other. I won't smoke in the house but as for the rest I'll do as I please. I'll do my best to keep out if your way and you do the same. So who rang, Hermione? "

Petunia looked shocked dumb but answered the direct question. "She said her name was Yvette."

Harry turned on his heel picked up the handset and headed to his room. He quickly used the last caller number to get Yvette's number but settled down to wait for Hermione's call.

After he cleaned himself up from Hermione's call he tried to decide whether or not to ring Yvette but curiosity got the better of him and he punched in her number. What did you say to a girl in this situation?

It was thankfully Yvette who answered the phone and not a member of her family.

"You rang? I really didn't think you would."

"Well it doesn't hurt to ring you."

"It might, I sort of want a favour though it won't cost you much I hope."

"Go on." He said warily.

"I've got an invite to a party on Friday night, a real party unlike Katie's thing. Would you like to come with me, as my date, just for the Friday?"

Harry paused while he considered he didn't want to become entangled with Yvette. While he was thinking. She continued talking.

"There will be drinking and dancing and maybe the opportunities for other things."

It was the other things that sold it. The possibility of sex again was definitely on his mind and as he was not making much head way with anyone else.

"Yeah ok."

"Don't sound so excited about it. Can we meet tomorrow in town, I've got somethings to tell you and I have a brother hanging around trying to overhear my conversation."

Harry had agreed to meet Yvette in town the next morning and was waiting at the bus station for her to arrive. He was checking out different girls as they walked past. Yvette was definitely not his girlfriend despite the forthcoming date. It was that fact that kept him purposely looking over other girls. He saw Yvette approach and he moved towards her. What should he do? Hug her?

Yvette answered that walking directly into his space and kissing him. He wasn't going to object and ran his hand down her back although as they were in public he stopped when he felt the waistband of her knickers through her dress.

"You'd be much nicer to snog if you hadn't smoked recently."

Harry shrugged.

Yvette broke the embrace and headed off pausing to check he was following. She led him to the parish church and took a seat on a bench where he joined her.

"I'm not a Goth or like hanging out here but no one comes here much so we can talk. I don't know if you give it much thought but I'm on the pill."

Harry felt an icy pit open in his gut. It was something he hadn't thought of.

"The look on your face tells me everything. Thinking with your dick gets you into all sorts of trouble. Speaking of trouble Katie knows you had sex with someone. She's bloody furious but blames Sarah."

"How does she know?"

"The bedsheets had all sorts of stains. If you see her again I'd appreciate it if you don't mention me."

Harry nodded his agreement. "Is that everything? "

"Nope two more things one easy the other one we'll see. The party on Friday. If you're going as my date I need you to act like my boyfriend at least while we're there. No snogging other girls OK. Also it's semi-formal dress, trousers and shirt should be fine."

Harry mentally calculated his remaining money. That might be a problem.

"Right last thing, us. I know this is a casual thing but you were pretty happy to snog me earlier so I have a suggestion."

Harry was ready to get up and leave the last thing he wanted was a girlfriend.

"When we are apart we are apart. No being faithful nothing. But when we are together we are together." With that she leaned in and kissed him. Harry was happy to return the kiss and pushed himself against Yvette. Hands reaching for breasts and bum.

She pushed him away slightly. "I'm not fucking you here, take it easy alright."

Harry was slightly gentler when he returned to kissing her. They spent some time snogging and then agreeing the arrangements for the party tomorrow before they split up and headed their separate ways. He would have to sell some more galleons.