December 24th, 2024

London, Club Blizzard

22:38

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Harry frantically searched for kids until he finally spotted them at one of the boots. They were laughing and all three of them looked out of breath and sweaty. Harry stomped all the way to their booth and tried to raise his voice above music.

"James Sirius Potter! You will take your sister back home this instant! Are you even aware how worried I was! You can't just take your sister somewhere without even telling me, James! I am responsible for all of you! What if something had happened?"

James was at his feet the second he saw his father. He calmly listened to his tirade but spoke his mind as soon as his father was done. "And how was I supposed to tell you? Where was I supposed to find you, dad? You said you'd be home and Lily was miserable! Albus and I made sure nothing happened to her and we were having fun until you showed up!" James yelled back over the music.

"She is a minor here James! You can't honestly tell me you thought this through?"

"She is drinking juice, dad! And Albus and I are the only ones she danced with! But of course, we could have just waited for her to cry her eyes out and then take her to her bed and tuck her in. That way everything would've been alright!"

For a first time that night Harry looked at Lily who stared back at him with wide eyes. She seemed to want to speak up but Harry held up his hand to stop her. He took the seat next to Lily that James' just vacated. He figured this wasn't the ideal place to tell her how sorry he was or make excuses, especially since he could barely hear his own voice over the earsplitting noise his kids called music, but he couldn't stand the betrayed look that lingered in those warm brown eyes that reminded him so much of Ginny's.

"Lils, I can't tell you how sorry I am. I could say I was swamped with work all day and go on about it until you grow bored of it, but I won't. Not this time. I realize there are no excuses today… I promised you I'd be there when you come home and I broke that promise. I realize if you are mad… hell, I'm pretty mad at myself right now… so I won't ask you to understand or to forgive me…"

Through this speech that he had no idea where it was leading or what the bottom line was Lily was scowling at him trying to understand what he said. "Dad, I can't hear half of what you say! How about we all go home and talk in the morning? Please, dad?" she yelled over in his ear.

Harry almost laughed at that. He's never had a more heartfelt apology, it only figures the one it was intended to wouldn't hear it. "Sure, Lils. Let me just get your check." Harry stood up and faced James.

"Take them both home, I'll get the check."

James nodded and turned to his siblings as Harry made his way to the bar.

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London, Club Blizzard

22:53

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Jessy's glazed eyes followed the too fast movements of his dance partner sluggishly. Wherever he turned was a swirl of colors, but that might have been just a side effect of constant spinning he received as he was passed from one partner to another. In the back of his drink muddled mind there was a tiny voice that kept berating him for his behavior but for the most part he successfully ignored it.

He staggered of the dance floor, looking for another drink and bumping into flailing people constantly. He could barely see beyond the sea of hands and inconsiderate bodies. Finally, half way to the bar, or at least Jessy thought he made it that far, people were parting in front of him and walking got a bit easier for him. That might have had something to do with a burly hand clamping around his and pulling him forward though… Nothing made much sense at this point, but that was exactly how Jessy wanted it.

He bumped into the bar and all he had to do now was signal the guy behind it for another drink. That should be easy, right? Well, if the room stopped spinning and if his mouth would cooperate it would be, he just had to make them do his bidding. But there was also something next to him, obstructing his view. Oh, right, the guy who probably bruised his hand while helping him to the bar. Jessy didn't like him. Or rather he didn't like his hand; he had yet to see the man in whole.

He raised his head and was met with a huge, sour faced man who seemed to be talking. But the man wasn't looking at him; he turned to someone beside Jessy instead. It was only then that he noticed that the guy was still gripping his arm and none of it made sense… he barely felt it. And where did this bloke come from anyway? He finally gathered that this man who was holding him captive, or supporting him, he really wasn't too sure on that, was speaking to the bartender. The bartender was for some reason quite angry and argued with the man. And only then did it occur to Jessy how repulsive the guy beside him was... so naturally he tried to free his hand... but stumbled on the stool in front of him. He thought he heard the sound of laughter. It stopped abruptly and Jessy convinced himself that it was the drum beat of music that suppressed it. At least the huge hand was now gone... he wondered how that happened, but gave up thinking about it... the world is a crazy place sometimes…

He struggled to sit on the stool and focused on the task at hand but his legs seemed to have a mind of their own… as did the rest of his body… but all of the attention he directed towards the offending stool snapped at the moment he felt a warm hand on his cheek and a tingling in his groin. In fact all of his other senses have shut down, and for a few moments that was all that existed… until a pair of emerald green eyes came into view… where the stool was before… or maybe he raised his head at some point. Either way, this time he knew the man in front of him, so it only felt logical to let him know that too…

He managed to encompass the man in an awkward hug… at least it was physically awkward since the only thing he could feel inside was this pleasant, all-consuming heat that was threatening to swallow him. He could hold onto this man for a long, long time. And maybe he did...

And suddenly, they were moving. But he only just got to the bar, right? So where was Green-Eyes going? His legs moved to follow the man's movements and there was a soft whisper in his ear.

The sudden guff of fresh air and deafening silence confused him a little, so he released his hold on the man…. detective… something… for a bit. The man was touching his hips now, but was also holding on to him. That nice, warm hand patted his chest and sneaked under his jacket. And then it was gone. But the pleasant hum of the voice was still there. He looked into those divine eyes in confusion… and melted…

Green-Eyes drew him closer and Jessy loved the feeling of that firm chest against his. But there it was again… that spinning sensation from before, but now it felt different somehow, faster… moments later he was disoriented, nauseous, tired and there was ringing… but God, he felt great. It took him a few moments to come to his senses, and that was also when those eyes and hands were back on him. Again patting his shirt… he should teach this guy how this thing is supposed to be done. You don't grope men over their clothes when you can go under them. But when the hands were gone again he got frustrated. In a sudden onslaught of emotion he jumped at the unprepared detective's mouth, swirling his tongue, trying to explore each part of this man at the same time.

At first he felt some resistance and moaned at being denied such pleasure, but he wouldn't let go. The man finally returned the kiss but was still weakly pushing him away. Couldn't he see that this was the right thing to do? Jessy continued his onslaught on the man's mouth and soon he felt those hands slowly move all over his torso, painfully slow in fact… if he wasn't so drunk already the taste of those unfamiliar lips would make him lose his mind… the time seemed to hold still and he was glad for it… his back hit something soft and from that moment on he was lost in ecstasy.

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December 25th, 2024

London, Jessy's place

06:29

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The first thing Harry felt as he slowly came to awareness was something tickling his nose. Groggily, he opened his eyes and was met with blurry image of tuft of black hair. His arms were still wrapped around his lover and he didn't dare move them yet, at least until he figured what the hell was going on… and with whom. His head was pounding, but it was something else that was making it hard for him to concentrate. The feeling around his length was… breathtaking. He was still buried deep within his partner, and it was so damn hard to resist the instinct and slam hard into that tight ass, eliciting a delirious scream from his partner's lips… to empty himself into the inviting heat. He took a shaky breath and blinked a few times, but everything was still blurry and his head was still killing him. He looked around and last night's events started coming back to him… and as the realization of what he had done struck him his eyes widened in horror.

Slowly he moved his hands away from the boy that lay spooned against him, still pressing himself onto Harry's groin, even in his sleep. Harry took a moment to take a better look at the boy. And that was just what his partner was… a boy! Relative of one of the victims! And on top of that, drunk out of his mind! Harry knew at that moment he messed up really bad this time. However, as more and more details kept coming back to him, like the feel of lithe, sensitive body that so eagerly responded to his every touch, the smooth unblemished skin he traced with his tongue, and a heavenly tight ass he could still feel squeezing him, he wanted to scream in delight like a bloody teenager.

Selfishly not moving any further he looked around. They were lying on the sofa, in what could only be described a very homey looking living room. Their clothes were scattered all around it. He contemplated summoning them but couldn't find his wand anywhere near. He must have been really out of it last night. And again that thought led him to other events from a few hours ago. It wasn't supposed to be this way at all. In fact when he saw that bloke at the bar who bullied Jessy into having another drink, when it was obvious the kid was wasted enough already, all he could think about was getting him home to safety.

Flashback

Harry went to pay the kids' bill when a young muscular man pushed past him dragging a smaller figure behind him. He followed them to the bar at a more sedate pace and arrived just in time to hear the bartender refuse to serve another drink to the man. The smaller guy stumbled drunkenly and the big guy laughed at him, humiliating him further. The bartender didn't seem to be amused.

Harry approached and stepped between the big guy and the drunk boy, taking the man's hand of the smaller figure. The man stopped laughing abruptly, but Harry ignored him.

"Table 12" Harry said loudly, offering the bill to the bartender. The man simply nodded and went to the cash register, leaving Harry to deal with the whole mess. Harry turned to the big guy, sporting his most intimidating look. "I would suggest you leave now." He yelled over the still deafening background noise. He could tell the man was pissed off, but fortunately not interested enough to start the fight. Harry turned to the smaller man instead, and sighed. The kid in front of him was fumbling with a stool, trying to… perhaps sit on it?

He fully intended to help the poor soul climb on the too tall barstool and finally go home to his kids, when he caught sight of the boy's focused, pretty face. He was surprised to see the same boy he met only a couple of days ago; the boy who lost his uncle and won Harry's heart on the same night.

He made his way around the stool which still kept the boy occupied and raised Jessy's face to him, trying to gain his attention. The boy was completely out of it. Harry doubted he even knew where he was at this point. He saw Jessy's glazed eyes focus on him, but still wasn't sure if the kid recognized him. Suddenly, Jessy threw himself at him and clung to him like a lifeline. Although surprised Harry was glad Jessy trusted him this much, or even just remembered him.

He reached around the boy and pulled him away from the bar. He had too much to drink already, and from what he saw that night when he met the boy, his father must be worried about him. Slowly, he led the boy through the crowd and outside, all the time taking on more and more of Jessy's weight. Outside, he tried asking Jessy for an address so he could take him home, but confused eyes that glanced up at him told him his question fell on deaf ears. Taking a deep breath he started searching Jessy's pockets for a driving license or some other document containing Jessy's address. Of course, Jessy fully intended to make everything harder by grinding his body against Harry's, making him instantly aroused. Harry gulped and focused on searching the young man further, but he will remember the first feel of that body against his for a long time. It was unlike anything he ever felt with another person. Even if Jessy was incoherent and probably had no idea what he was doing it felt familiar and far too personal for passersby to witness it.

Finally he searched the inside pocket of Jessy's jacket and found what he was looking for.

"Ok, kid, let's get you home now." Casting one more look at the disoriented man in his arms, Harry apparated in front of Jessy's front door. He thanked Merlin no one was there to see them. Jessy seemed a bit nauseous, but Harry kept him on his feet. He rang the bell a couple of times, while Jessy recovered and started rubbing himself against him and making sensual noises that made Harry blush.

When it was clear no one was home he searched Jessy's pockets again, this time for keys. When he finally found them he let go of the boy, hoping the kid can stand on his own for a moment until he unlocks the door. He didn't get a chance to… Jessy threw his entire weight at him, making Harry's head hit hard on the door behind him. His vision blurred and darkness started to envelope it. However, Jessy didn't hold back anymore and pushed his whole tongue into Harry's mouth. Harry's feeble attempt to fend him off was met with more grinding. Jessy's hand somehow found a way into Harry's pants and a surge of intense pleasure left him even more lightheaded. Dizziness was overwhelming and all sensible thought left Harry's mind at that point. All he remembered from that moment on was opening the door, stumbling inside under the weight of Jessy's aroused body, the soft feel of sofa material under his knees and hungry dark eyes staring up at him. And then it all blurred into an explosion of emotions Harry has never felt before.

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Harry buried his face in those black locks, consciously making the second mistake in the past few hours. Instead of thinking how to end this there and then in the least painful way for both of them, he started thinking up ways to continue this, whatever it was. But his heart started pounding in fear then when he thought that Jessy might not want anything to do with him. Harry nearly groaned at his own stupidity for getting involved with the only witness in the case he was leading. And what if Jessy didn't remember anything from the night before? What if he thought that Harry raped him? Harry's breath hitched. He screwed up. Big time. But contrary to what his mind was telling him his arms tightened around Jessy's slim body.

A soft screeching sound snapped him out of his thoughts and he tilted his head to hear better. That caused his headache to flare up again but he tried not to think about it. He clearly heard the door click shut. Out of his line of sight slow footsteps were approaching. He cursed himself for all those stupid things that led him here: lusting for the boy, using him while drunk, throwing away his wand, hesitating to get up... Harry just hoped this wasn't going to end too badly. He looked around frantically for his wand, finally spotting it on the coffee table just beyond his reach. Just as he was about to jump for it he saw an angry man in police uniform glaring at him from above, holding Harry's pants in a tight grip. Jessy's father.