"They always portray sharing an umbrella as something super romantic, but this is awful," Harry said.
Rory laughed as they inched down the street. Their height difference never presented a problem most of the time, but if he held the umbrella where he usually did it was too high and Rory got wet. As a result, Rory clung very closely to and he crouched down; the umbrella sitting on his head.
Rory appreciated it though. The rain was coming down in sheets and she had definitely made an error when she'd gotten dressed this morning. She'd been expecting the usual, endless drizzle that sat on top of England. But this was a downpour. Harry was going to be surprised if her shirt survived the walk.
"At least it's not a far walk," she said.
But then without warning, she was nearly knocked to the ground. Harry let go of the umbrella and grabbed her so she wouldn't fall. Dudley and his band of idiots ran past, taking the umbrella with them.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked.
"I'm fine," she said. "You underrepresented how much of an asshole your cousin is."
They walked quickly back to his house, and their shirts were soaked all the way through. Rory stepped into the house and was shivering.
"Sorry," Harry said as he stepped out of his shoes.
"It's not your fault," Rory said.
Dudley came down the stairs, grinning proudly as he held a towel over his head.
"You look a bit wet," he said.
Rory glared at him. "I promised my dad I wasn't going to punch anyone today, but you're making it very hard."
Dudley laughed as he shoved past them and walked to the kitchen.
Rory stepped out of her shoes and Harry led her upstairs to his room. She shivered as she looked around.
"So this is where the magic happens," she said.
Harry chuckled. "This is specifically where magic doesn't happen actually." He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her.
"Thank you," she said, pushing her now limp curls back behind her ears. Her cheeks were tinged with color and her top clung to her like a translucent second skin.
"I'll find you something dry to put on," he said, turning away quickly so he wouldn't stare.
"I'd appreciate that," she said.
Harry opened his dresser and saw all of his old hand-me-downs from Dudley. That was a no-go. Then he went to his trunk where he still had all of his clothes that fit him properly stored away. They were wrinkled and unfolded, but they were clean and nearer to her size than his hand-me-downs.
He found a flannel and handed it to Rory, and she smiled gratefully at him.
"Thanks," she said.
And then Harry had a moment of panic because the only way for her to put the dry shirt on was to take the wet one off.
Rory didn't seem to think anything of it. She dried her hair and sat the towel aside and her hands moved to the hem of her shirt. Harry quickly turned around and Rory chuckled.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"I'm fine. Just pretending that there isn't a girl in my bedroom taking her shirt off," he said.
Rory chuckled. "It's not normal for your girlfriend to change her clothes in your room after getting caught in the rain?"
"I can't believe any part of you believes that I ever even imagined that I might have a girl in my room here," he said. He cleared his throat, trying to maintain his composure. "Besides, I just assumed this wasn't the venue you had in mind the first time I saw you without a shirt on."
"I'm not picky," Rory replied. "As long as you're there."
"I will keep that in mind," he said.
Rory chuckled. "Ever the gentleman."
"Happy to oblige when I can," he said. Harry could hear his heart pounding in his ears just knowing Rory was standing behind him, mostly naked, in his bedroom.
Harry took the opportunity to change out of his own wet clothes into some dry jeans and a T-shirt. He heard Rory climb onto his bed and turned around to see her draped in his too-big shirt.
"Still a bit cold," Rory said.
"I can get you a jumper or-."
Rory shook her head and patted the spot beside her on the bed. Harry came and sat next to her. She curled up into him and wrapped her arms around his body. There was something alluring about the sight of her in his clothes, on his bed, with her hair wet and tousled, cheeks still flushed from the cold. He couldn't explain it.
"How are you so warm? You got rained on the same as me," she replied.
"You were hardly wearing any clothes," Harry pointed out.
"True," she said.
"And you're so small, all your body heat escapes quickly," he said. "If you were taller you might be fine."
"So mean," Rory said. She kissed him; her lips were cold, but she leaned into him and his warmth and he let her. She could suck all the heat from his body for he cared.
"You are cold," he said.
"I told you," she said with a laugh. She curled up against him. "I'm basically frozen."
"Bit of an exaggeration," he said.
"Speaking of exaggerations, you were not joking about how shit it is to be here," Rory said.
"They're actually much better than they used to be," Harry said.
"That's not great," she said.
"Well, it's not like I had a choice about where I ended up," Harry said. "And I don't know where else I would go."
"To Sirius. Or the Weasleys," she said. "I'd be happy to make space for you in my room for you."
"Yes, I'm sure your dad would love that," he said.
"I'd certainly love it," she giggled.
"But anyway, Dumbledore said-." Rory groaned and fell back onto his pillows. "I know what you're going to say. But Dumbledore does know what he's doing."
"I don't think he always does though," Rory said. "You literally got your Hogwarts letter delivered to 'the cupboard under the stairs' because that's where they made you sleep. For years. And that was fine because at least you were safe? Maybe he didn't know the Dursleys were going to be awful to you, but once he did know he just did nothing? He didn't even intervene to say 'Don't be a dick to your nephew' at the very least?"
"I know you have very strong feelings about this," Harry said.
"Of course I do. I love you. I can't stand the thought of someone mistreating you and not doing anything about it. And honestly, I don't understand how you don't have strong feelings about it," Rory said.
Harry shrugged. "It's just… I'm used to it I guess."
"That doesn't make it okay," she replied. She sat up and put her head on his shoulder.
"I know, but… There's nothing to do about it now," he said.
She wrapped her arms around him again and scooted in close to him.
"And like I've been telling you all afternoon, it's better now that you're here," he said.
"You should still at least be happy when you're home," Rory said.
"You're my home, Fish," he said. "And I'm always happy whenever I'm with you."
Rory looked up at him and pouted. "It's annoying how you do that."
"Do what?" he asked.
"Say the exact right thing," she said. She kissed him and he laughed.
"My 'charming Harry Potter bullshit' as you say," he said.
"It's exactly that," she said. She kissed him and even sitting in his crap bedroom in his aunt and uncle's house, Harry felt happier than he thought he'd ever been in his entire life.
"I mean it though," he said. "I feel like I can endure anything if I've got you."
"Well, you've got me," Rory said as she shivered involuntarily.
"Are you still cold? Are you capable of retaining any kind of body heat? Do you want me to make you some tea?" Harry offered.
Rory shook her head and kissed him again. "I think you can warm me up," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Harry did prefer for Rory to be direct, but he could easily see where this was going. They were alone, in his room. And his family may've been home, but they cared so little for Harry that they weren't going to be bothered to check up on them. It would be ages before they were back at school and had a moment to themselves again. He was more than happy to use the situation to his advantage.
He grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her into his lap. She repositioned herself to straddle his hips and Rory pressed her body into Harry and kissed him deeply. She pushed her fingers into his hair. He let his hands slide beneath her shirt and she shuddered at his touch.
"Is this helping?" he asked.
"Very much," she said breathlessly, her lips grazing his.
Harry's hands traced the curves of her torso, slowly moving upward until he found her breasts. He squeezed them gently. She sighed into his mouth. She deepened the kiss as she let her tongue slide against his. Harry didn't think he could ever get over the taste of her.
Rory's hips were grinding against his. He wasn't even sure that she was consciously aware of her actions. Harry's body rose to meet hers every time she moved without him thinking about it.
Rory's sighs turned into deep heavy breaths. They were both panting heavily against each other. Harry found himself hating every single piece of clothing that separated their bodies. He felt her skin beneath his fingers, under her shirt, and he wanted to feel her all over.
At this point, there was no possible way Harry could hide his growing hardness as Rory rocked her hips against him. Harry squeezed her tighter as the slightest moan crawled its way out. Merlin, it felt good. All it did was make him want more and more and more of her.
Harry knew that he had to put the brakes on just a bit or this was going to be a very short, very embarrassing session. He pulled back from her and she gave him a slightly puzzled look. He held tight to her hips to steady her and emphasize his next words.
"I need you to control yourself, just a little, or there's going to be a mess," he said.
She giggled and kissed him again. Harry could feel her body tense with the effort to not move against him. He understood her frustration but was surprised when she pulled her fingers from his hair and brought them down to his trousers.
"Rory?" he questioned her.
But she shook her head as she unbuttoned his jeans and her fingers wrapped around him. "I don't mind a mess."
Harry shivered as she stroked him. He couldn't stop himself. He slid his hand up her skirt and he hooked his fingers through her panties as if to tug them away, but instead, he traced little circles over her skin with his thumb. She pressed her face into his shoulder, trying to bite back a moan. Harry's fingers slowly circled her clit. She continued to move her hand in slow, steady strokes, sending ripples of pleasure through his cock. Rory whimpered. Her free hand came to rest on his shoulder and squeezed him tightly as attempted to keep herself grounded.
Harry dragged his lips across her chin, down to her neck again. He pushed two fingers into her and Rory tried to stifle a moan, but was unsuccessful. Again and again, those desperate sounds found their way into Harry's ear. Rory's breath was ragged in his ear and she stroked him faster and faster.
Harry wanted her to come, he wanted to feel her walls squeezing around his fingers, wanted to hear his name pass her lips as she came.
Then her hand stopped suddenly, and she moaned his name, over and over like a prayer as she came. He didn't stop until Rory grabbed his wrist as she panted against him. Harry went to pull his hand away, but Rory brought his fingers to her mouth. She took the two fingers into her mouth and she sucked and licked the taste of herself from her fingers.
The way her mouth felt on his fingers and the memory of her mouth on other parts of his body, it was all he could do to stop himself from imagining how good it might feel to take off all of their clothes and be inside of her.
Harry felt he'd be overtaken by the thought of it and that he might have to halt things again to settle himself. But there was no halting Rory. She scooted away from him, just a touch, and knelt between his legs. She lowered her head and then her lips were around him and he was quite certain he forgot how to breathe or form any kind of coherent thought. She purred almost contentedly as she sucked him. Harry tumbled helplessly toward that divine oblivion. Harry thought he lasted, perhaps all of two minutes if he was being generous with himself. His body spasmed as he climaxed, and he relished the feel of Rory savoring every last drop of him.
She lifted her head, looking up at him, that mischievous grin on her lips that he knew so well.
He pulled her up to his lips and kissed her. He grabbed her hips and moved her to lie on her back. Rory arched up to kiss him, but he found her neck. There was that sound again, that sweet, helpless whimper. He let his tongue and his teeth send tortuous, teasing sensations through her body until he could tell that she yearned for more.
"Are you warm enough yet?" he asked.
Rory managed a quiet laugh. "I'm quite hot now."
His hand slid between her legs, fingers grazed over her ruined panties. She whimpered as her body trembled.
He pulled her underwear off, discarding them somewhere on his bedroom floor. He teased her with his fingers. Her mouth searched for his, unable to focus on much else but his hand. He pushed a finger into her, and she moaned his name, almost pleadingly. A chill rolled down Harry's spine.
"I love hearing you say my name that way," he whispered to her. She let out a gentle laugh, panting hard. She was beyond words now.
Harry parted her legs and he moved down the bed, positioning himself between them. He kissed the inside of her thigh. She let out short, clipped breaths with each kiss as he moved higher and higher. He pushed two fingers into her again and before she could catch her breath to make a sound, he let his tongue slide over her clit.
"Oh, fuck, Harry," she swore as her fingers curled around the bed sheets as Harry tasted her again. Another unrestrained moan clawed its way out of her throat. Rory was obviously not opposed to profanity, but there was something wonderful about hearing her swear because he was making her feel good. She moaned again.
Harry lifted his head, just briefly. Long enough to see her eyes closed, her lips parted as she lay there panting. She was beautiful. She was always beautiful but seeing her this way, it stirred something in him.
"You know you'll have to keep your voice down unless you want me to stop," he warned.
"Harry," she mewled, pleadingly.
He was more than happy to bow his head again and give her what he knew she wanted. Rory hissed and inhaled sharply, before nearly crying out. With each thrust of his fingers, each touch of his lips and tongue on her body, she would moan. Trying to get her to quiet down was moot. A hand fisted Harry's hair. Rory started to give way, her body electrified. Her skin was alive with heat and sweat. She came hard and unexpectedly. Her body went rigid, and her breath caught in her throat. Her body clenched tightly around Harry's fingers and he found himself again, imagining what it would be like to feel her come with his cock inside of her.
Harry crawled back up and kissed her deeply as if he could swallow every sound she made. He let his fingers graze the length of her slit. He wanted her to feel every last drop of her release before it faded away. Her arms wrapped around him and her body writhed beneath him.
He held himself over her. And he couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful she looked right now, her eyelids heavy, her lips full from use, her sweat-slick skin.
"You're lovely, you know that?" he said. He brushed the hair from her face, though it stuck to her damp skin. But she gave him a languid smile. Harry kissed her and he shivered as their bodies connected again. Rory's hands found their way into his hair and grasped his back. Harry had an arm beside her head, the other was resting on her bare hip.
Their kisses were still desperate and frenzied. Roaming, asking for more and more without words. Again, her hips rose to meet his. He could feel the wet heat from between her legs, pressing against his cock through his boxers, and, fuck, he wanted her, badly. A slight moan brushed past Rory's lips into Harry's mouth as her body moved against him and he was nearly undone.
He pulled away from her and their eyes met. Harry could almost see the same question brewing behind her eyes. The only sound in the room was their ragged breathing.
"Harry," she started.
"Rory," he said.
"Can we stop?" she asked. "I don't want to-"
"Of course," he said. He kissed her. "Not even a question."
Harry knew this wasn't the moment. This wasn't the place. Even if his body, desperately, desperately wanted it to be. And the relief in Rory's eyes was enough for him to know that this was the right move. He kissed her, tenderly, her soft hand still warm against his cheek.
"I love you," she said, her voice just above a whisper.
"I love you," he repeated before kissing her again. He was trying to talk himself down. He wouldn't mind a bucket of ice water being dumped over his head right about now.
"I'm sorry," she started. "I just-."
"Stop means stop and that's all I need to hear," he assured her.
She kissed him again and he moved to lie beside her. She scooted close to him and let her head rest against his chest.
"If we get caught, just know that it's your fault," Rory said.
"My fault?" Harry laughed. "Suppose it was me making all that noise then. I did tell you to lower your voice."
"Bold of you to assume I could comprehend a single word you said in the moment after your head was between my legs," she said.
Harry chuckled and kissed her again. He resisted the urge to let his hand trail down her body, down her thigh. The temptation was too much and would have the opposite effect he was trying to achieve right now.
He let loose a shuddering breath, willing himself to regain his composure. He sat up and pushed his fingers back through his hair.
"I think your knickers are done for," Harry said motioning to them on his bedroom floor. It was surreal to see them lying there so casually. He looked back to the disheveled girl lying on his bed staring at him. This had to be some sort of dream or alternate reality. This was not his life. It was too... It was too good.
"Also your fault," she said of her underwear on the floor.
"It's my fault? You said you were cold. I offered you a jumper or some tea, But no. You said you wanted me to warm you up. You were very clear about your intentions when you had your tongue in my mouth," Harry said.
"All I did was kiss you. Maybe it was a little aggressive, yes, but that's all I did. You were the one pulling me into your lap and running your hands all over me." Rory said innocently. "I don't know what was going on in that head of yours."
Harry shrugged. "Thinking of you as always."
"Thinking of me along with the odd improper thought here or there," she said sitting up, straightening her skirt.
"Rory Lupin," Harry said casually. She looked over at him curiously. "Every thought I have about you is improper."
Rory's eyes went a little wider and he heard her breathe hitch in her throat. "I think you intentionally wind me up, Harry Potter."
He did. And he couldn't stop himself from teasing her further.
"I think you were just looking for any old excuse for me to take your clothes off," Harry said.
"You behave yourself," she said. She scooted up to the head of his bed and laid down on his pillow. She patted the spot next to her, beckoning him over. He laid down to face her. He let his fingers brush over her cheek, moving her hair from her face.
"I promise I'll behave. For now," he said. He kissed her, briefly. A whisper of a kiss. She smiled at him, her eyelids still heavy and face still flushed. He looked into her gray eyes and he felt so at home. So in love. "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course, unless you're going to be sharing more of your improper thoughts with me," she said.
Harry chuckled. "No, it's not that. It's just... Do you ever feel like this isn't real? Like, with all the bad stuff that's happened and that's still happening it doesn't seem real that there can be something good in your life? Like, you. It sometimes doesn't make sense that with all the shit that's been dumped on me that I still get to be with you."
Rory smiled at him. "Merlin, Lovey. Can't even call that your usual charming bullshit,"
"I know I tease you and wind you up and egg you on sometimes, but I need you to know that every time I tell you I love you, I mean it," Harry said. "You are everything. And the only thing. Saying that I love you doesn't seem like it encompasses it enough"
Rory kissed him, long and slow and deep. Her hand cupped his face and Harry wanted to melt into her.
"I don't know what to say, Harry," Rory said. "You're... I mean, I love you like mad. I think you're it for me. I know you're it for me. The only one. For forever."
"Very reassuring being that you're a seer," he teased. "I feel like I could take on a whole host of dark wizards with you beside me," he said.
"What was it my prophecy said about us and Voldemort?" she asked.
Harry had that prophecy memorized. "There will no longer be the one, but the two."
"You and me," Rory said. "Let's focus on kicking one dark wizard's ass before we throw another into the mix though."