You Jump, I jump

Written by StrawberryGirl87

Hogwarts no longer feels like home, it is time to move on but Harry has nowhere else to go. Standing on the precipice of uncertainty he finds a helping hand from the most unlikely of people. Someone who is willing to stand by his side when things seem bleak.

Chapter Twenty Three

Ron and Harry were discharged once they were full healed and back up to full health again. Molly left with Ron, dragging him by the scruff of the neck. Harry immediately sent his patronus directly to Hermione. He wanted to drink and to forget. The one pain the healer couldn't take away was the pain in his heart that still throbbed painfully with every beat that kept him alive.

He had shed his robes at the hospital and he found that his shirt and jeans were not too torn up or dirty so he didn't even have to go home to change to look respectable. He had enough galleons in his pocket that he could drink for a week solid and not worry. It would certainly suffice for him and Hermione tonight.

Hermione joined him almost instantly in the Leaky Cauldron, together taking up two stools at the bar so they wouldn't have to move again to get to the alcohol which was sorely needed for both of them. The first two shots of fire whiskey they both downed in a single gulp neither of them saying a word. Harry was the one to speak first, breaking the silence but only after the second shot.

"Ron put me in St Mungos today," He said, "But I put him there too," He added so that she would know that it wasn't entirely Ron's fault, he didn't want make things worse between the two of them. "I think he's at home being ripped a new one by his mum."

Hermione laughed, "Are you okay though?" She asked, clearly the thought of Ron having a telling off by his mother amused her.

"Yes and so is he," Harry replied as he ordered another two shots before changing his mind and asking for the entire bottle, giving the bartender ten galleons and said that he had plenty more and to keep the bottles coming.

This was how Hermione and Harry had come to be sat at the bar talking about things that neither of them wanted to hear from the other, their sex lives, which until this evening had been unchartered territory between them.

Of course Harry had very little to talk about, he had only ever had sex the once and that had been with Draco. He had divulged to her in his drunken and emotional state how magical it had been, how beautiful and how perfect. It had been everything that he had wanted it to be and Harry had then started to cry because he missed Draco so much that he just couldn't form those feelings into words.

Hermione had of course tried to comfort her sobbing friend and failed miserably in doing so because not even her brilliant mind could function after several bottles of fire whiskey. However it had been Harry's heart felt and painful revelation that had spurred Hermione on to share more that Harry had ever wanted to know about her relationship with Ron. Hearing her talk made him glad that he was gay. It had started with small stuff, the first time they'd had sex but it had steadily progressed, getting worse the drunker she became. Harry easily matched the amount of fire whiskey that she took in if for no other reason than to cope with the onslaught of information being thrown at him that he didn't want to hear.

"You know I once dressed up in this sex kitten outfit for him, with the ears and everything … he put a collar on too, it was so kinky and he got off on it so much. I love that about him Harry, we can fulfil each other's fantasies. I told him about this fantasy I had about being swooped of my feet by Tarzan and being ravished by him. So he went out and bought this Tarzan themed mankini and oh merlin the sex was amazing!"

Harry had found out the hard way that when drunk Hermione had a tendency to over share. It was very hard for Harry to get the mental image of Ron Weasley in a leopard print mankini out of his head, almost as difficult as getting the image of Hermione in a sex kitten outfit complete with collar. They were two images that would be branded into his mind for a very long time to come.

He downed the last dregs from the bottle of fire whiskey in his hand and then proceeded to order another but the bartender shook his head. "We're all out," He said in a gruff voice. They had drunk the place dry of the potent drink.

Harry drunkenly motioned for the young server to come forward with a beckoning finger, wearily the wizard behind the bar did so. He was clearly used to overly drunk wizards and Harry's behaviour was not unnatural to him.

"Between you and me, I am listening to one of my best friends talk about her sex life with another of my best friends. There have been mentions of mankinis and rampant rabbits among many other things I won't scare you with, please, for the love of merlin, give me more alcohol." Harry pleaded with him and the bartender looked at him sympathetically and nodded, bringing each of them a beer.

"The things he can do with his tongue when chocolate and cream are involved, I love him so much Harry, I don't want him to leave me." She said with a strangled sob as she collapsed her head on the bar. Harry swallowed his entire beer in one swallow before starting on Hermione's, desperate to kill all of his senses in one go. "I want to do something that shows him I still love him." Hermione declared suddenly, sitting up straight, snatching her beer from Harry and finishing it herself.

Harry was a little scared at the look in her eye. He didn't dare question her as he settled their bill and she dragged him away by the hand. He had never seen Diagon Alley so empty before and he had no idea where she was taking him. Everything was closed and neither of them were exactly sound on their feet. He didn't even have the sense to question her as she began to drag him down Knockturn Alley.

"What the…?" Harry tried to ask, his voice in a slur as she barged into a shop that had looked to be closed but had three people already inside, all of whom raised very surprised eyebrows to see Harry Potter and friend extremely drunk, staggering haphazardly into the shop at gone one in the morning looking a little worse for wear and smelling as if they had taken a bath in fire whiskey.

"How can we help?" A young man asked politely. He was covered head to toe in tattoos and had several facial piercings that Harry could see. He was twice their age and absolutely gorgeous with chocolate brown hair and eyes that harry couldn't help but admire.

"I want a tattoo," Hermione declared confidently, "A Jack Russell terrier and I want it …" She thought about this for a moment, considering her options, "On my inner thigh because then Ron will always be between my legs," She declared a little too loudly. Harry couldn't help but start laughing at her antics as she continued. "I want it to wag its tail every time I'm excited too, can you do that?"

The young wizard nodded his head, he could tell that she was going to regret this in the morning but that was not his business, he was here to do a job, not tell them what they should had shouldn't be doing. "And what about you gorgeous?" The tattooist asked, turning to Harry who looked positively horrified at the prospect.

Harry began to shake his head at the idea but Hermione looked at him pleadingly, "Come on Harry, you have to get something done, please, do it for me, I can't be the only one!" She begged and Harry sighed, resigned. He couldn't say no to her, they were having such a good time, their problems momentarily drowned with copious amounts of fire whiskey and for the first time in a few days it felt wonderful.

"Alright …" He said resigned to his fate. He thought about it for a minute but he soon realised that he already knew exactly what he wanted done. "I want a dragon and I want it to breath fire occasionally," He said with determination feeling good about his choice, glad that Hermione had encouraged him to get it done.

"Where do you want it?" The tattooist asked.

Again Harry to think before he came to a decision, "Above my heart," He said placing his hand on his chest, "Because I'll always love him." At his words Hermione looked to him with sadness in her eyes as a realisation hit her.

"You really do love him don't you," She said and Harry nodded somewhat pathetically and she drew him into a hug, holding him close and together they swayed drunkenly.

"Alright then, so who's going first?" The young tattooist asked them, looking between the two trying to judge, if it were possible, who was the drunker of the two.

Hermione ended up going first, Harry of course accompanied her into the private back room as she wiggled her jeans down over her slender hips, completely unabashed by what she was doing in a room with two men trying not to look at her as she partially undressed before sitting on the chair as instructed, her legs splayed wide.

This was a side of Hermione that Harry was sure he never wanted to see ever again. He had to look away, averting his eyes from the black lace panties that she was wearing. The tattooist was either a top class professional or very gay to ignore how close he was to Hermione's underwear and what lay beneath, a thought that absolutely terrified Harry.

"Does it hurt?" Harry asked when she was about halfway done.

"Not as much as when Ron spanks me," She admitted, "It's almost a nice pain," She told him, again divulging far too much information to Harry who was still far too innocent in all things sexual to listen to her divulge all the ins and outs of her kinky role playing in the bedroom.

Finally it was Harry's turn, he shed his shirt as Hermione wiggled back into her jeans, thrilled with the puppy she now had forever drawn onto her skin. He took his position and the tattooist, who clearly was very good at his job started work, wand in hand as it made a wiring sound. Hermione had been right, it stung a little but it was almost a nice short of pain, especially after everything that he had been through and it didn't compare to the pain in his chest at missing Draco.

Harry looked down at his chest when the young tattooist backed off, declaring that he was finished. He instantly loved it, the silvery scales almost seemed to come alive on the French silverback dragon as it arched its neck and breathed out orange flames before reverting to its original positioning and going still. It was perfect, it was his Draco.

"Oh Harry it's beautiful!" Hermione declared happily, clapping her hands. Harry grinned at her thrilled as he went to pick up his shirt but she grabbed it off of him, shaking her head. "Oh no you don't Harry Potter, I can't show mine off but you can with yours and you're going it, it's gorgeous."

Harry didn't have the strength to fight her as they paid up and staggered out of the shop, supporting each other as they zigzagged up the street back towards the leaky cauldron where they were going to have to crash for the night as they were both too far gone to apperate without splinching themselves.

"You know Harry it doesn't bother me that you're gay," Hermione said suddenly sounding very serious, "But if you go after Ron I will kill you." There was no tone of joking in her voice but still Harry couldn't help but laugh.

"I do not feel that way about Ron," Harry said trying to stifle his giggles. "Besides from everything you've told me Ron is very much a dominant male, just like me."

"Are you kidding me?" Hermione asked, her own giggling fit starting. "You can't be serious, you're so girly, you can't be on top."

"I'll have you know I am!" Harry spluttered indignantly before they both practically fell on to the floor laughing hysterically.