When Harry finally got back to 12 Grimmauld place that evening he found Professor Lupin waiting for him.
The ragged former DADA professor looked both filled with guilt and more alive than he had been all school year. Harry watched Lupin's nose twitch and horror filled the young man.
Shock showed on the older man's face before it stretched into a wry grin.
"So, I see Miss Johnson lives nearby," Lupin said.
"That sense of smell was always something," Sirius said, coming in from the kitchen. "Who's Johnson?"
"A girl from my Quidditch team," Harry said quickly.
"One he just shagged," Remus said quietly; only Harry's enhanced hearing could pick it up.
"One you just shagged?" Sirius said with a grin.
"Huh?"
"Harry I know the look of a man who just a good lay, I remember when your mum and father first-"
"Sirius! I get Harry wants to hear about his parents but I don't think their shagging is what he had in mind," Remus chastised.
It was true, Harry had asked about his parents with his teachers, but it was rather rare and while they had been fond of them, they were not as close as Sirius and Remus had been. It was preferable that their stories had as little shagging as possible.
"I actually came here to talk to you about this Harry," Remus continued. "I'm sure that you've noticed some differences since he bite."
"Yeah, my senses are heightened and I'm faster."
Remus nodded.
"Yes, and I'm guessing you also noticed a bit more when you met with Miss Johnson?"
"Kind of… well, I could smell that she was interested and it kind of just snowballed from there."
"It's normal, especially for someone your age who was just bitten," Remus said with guilt. "Normally if you smell a girl with some good perfume on you'd get a bit… worked up, but because you can smell and sense so much more… you react a whole lot more. But don't worry about becoming some uncontrollable fiend or anything, the only reason you get worked up is because they do first."
Sirius was grinning like a madman as Harry squirmed under the two Marauders' scrutiny.
"Soo… tell us everything!" Sirius said, moving to sit on the couch.
"You can tell us as much as you're comfortable with," Remus amended.
"Ugh," was Sirius's reply.
Harry only told them the bare minimum, it just didn't seem morally right to talk about how great her ass felt to other people.
"Then she asked if I wanted to go over to her place tomorrow-"
Sirius stood up and whooped like someone watching their favorite team catch the Snitch.
"Thats my boy! You know what that means right?"
"Uh she likes me?" Harry said.
"She likes your dick! And if there is one thing you need to know about girls, is that they tell their friends everything, so soon you're going have those girls coming after you too."
"... They tell eachother everything?" Harry asked.
There was no way. That just sounded… diabolical. He imagined going back to Hogwarts to have every girl talk about him having sex with Angelina. He'd be The-Boy-Who-Shagged-In-An-Alley. Is that why the Hogwarts rumor mill was so bad?
"Harry, did she see your scar?" Remus asked suddenly.
"Uh, I think everyone has seen my scar," Harry replied.
"Not that one, the bite," Remus clarified, pointing at Harry's shoulder.
"Oh, no I didn't take my shirt off."
"We'll need to do something to hide it," Remus muttered.
"I can say it was from the Basilisk," Harry said.
"What Basilisk?!" Sirius asked.
"Er, the one that bit me in Second Year."
"Dumbledore told us about that… but not that you were bit," Remus said.
"Bloody hell, how are you alive?"
"Phoenix tears," Harry said nonchalantly.
"Fawkes I'm guessing," Remus said.
"Yup."
"Either way I don't think it is smart to show anyone, it's a cursed wound so it can't be healed, but it can be covered up with glamorous or just muggle makeup. I'll teach you both."
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Remus began to spend most days at Grimmauld Place, to the point where Sirius just told him to go ahead and move in. It was then that Harry realized both of them seemed to have feelings for one another.
The place immediately became more fun for Harry, every chance he got he'd tease one or the other. At least once a day he would walk by the same basketball court hoping to see Angelina again. He had thought about following her lingering scent, but decided that was too weird.
It was only when an owl delivered a letter from her that he remembered he could have done the same.
"No wonder Hermione is on my ass all the time," Harry muttered.
Dear Harry,
To think you'd forget me so quickly after our quickie. Not even writing a single letter.
I'm kidding, anyways I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place tonight?
-Angelina
Harry gulped as he looked at the address written on the back of a magical photo. In the photo Angelina is lying on a bed, only a pair of panties on. She was massaging her breasts, teasing her nipples with little pinches and twists.
A sly smirk was on her face, as if she could see his erection through the photo.
Harry looked at the time, still only eleven. Angelina hadn't said an exact time, just tonight, but he decided that if he was getting a letter booty call then he wouldn't be judged too harshly for arriving a few hours early.
Harry's stomach growled.
Better get lunch first though.
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Angelina's home was a quaint little two story building with, thank merlin, no white picket fence of any kind. As he stood there, the noon sun blaring down on him, he realized how dumb of an idea this was.
She said tonight, not now, idiot.
Before he could lose his nerve and scurry away a head poked out of a window on the second story.
"Harry?! You- I-" Angelina began to laugh and Harry felt a blush cover his entire upper body.
"Oh come on in. Merlin my mother was right about boys," he heard her mutter thanks to his enhanced hearing.
Like a robber sneaking up to someone's back door Harry scuttled to the front door where Angelina opened it for him.
Her long curly hair was wild and untamed, something he thought looked amazing and she wore, fucking hell, her hot pink barbie shirt clung to her, showing her large breasts being pressed down by the material and nipples poking through the B and I of barbie.
It was paired with the same panties from her photo, which were also tastefully hot pink.
"So, what brings you to this lonely woman's house on a Thursday afternoon?" she teased.
Harry could smell her lingering arousal from when she took the photo hours ago. It sent a jolt of lust down his body.
He gave her a cheeky grin.
"I'm a plumber, I received a letter about some pipes that need cleaning?"
Angelina gaped at him, then burst out laughing.
"Good to see that you haven't lost your bite," Angelina said, winking at him and gesturing him in.
Harry followed her through the entrance way and into the kitchen. He studied the various photos on the wall, only some of them magical.
It showed her and two dark skinned parents hoisting her up, a smile on he face. A magical picture of Angelina, Katie and Alicia on the beach together, and another magical photo of Angelina and her parents in Diagon Alley.
"Nice place," Harry said.
"Thanks? I mean it's my mums not mine, but still thanks," she said.
Angelina opened the refrigerator, giving Harry a great view of her round ass. She shot him a wink over her shoulder.
"What do you want to drink?" She asked, wiggling her butt slightly.
Harry stepped up next to her, resting his hand on her rear. Bloody hell it was soft.
"A lemonade please," he said, rubbing up and down her back.
"Hmm," she purred.
He could smell the arousal bleeding off of her and he lets his hand traild down her ass and glide over her panty clad slit.
"H-Harry," she gasped.
"Hmm?" Harry questioned pressing his fingers harder against her rappidly moistening lips.
"So excited to get started? Maybe you should have been a Chaser."
"Then I wouldn't be able to watch you girls throwing the ball to one another."
Angelina laughed.
"I bet you wish it was your balls instead."
"Obviously, honestly Wood was lucky I could focus on the game at all," Harry said, swatting her ass lightly.
"He did tear into you for looking a Chang while we went agsint Ravenclaw. Guess us Chasers are not good enough for the Boy-Who-Lived's attention."
"You've got it all right now," Harry said, teasing her slit again with his fingers and leaning over to kiss her exposed neck. "Lemonade?"
"Right," Angelina said with another shudder, unintentionally slamming the refrigerator door shut.
Harry took one of the seats, watching with mirth as Angelina sent him a playful glare and took out two glasses, filling them with lemonade.
Then, instead of taking the chair next to him she sat directly on his lap. His half-hard dick squished on her soft ass making him groan and Angelina let out a tinkling laugh.
Harry gripped her wide hips with one hand and took his drink with the other.
She drank from her glass, eyeing him coyly and slowly grinding her hips on his crotch. In response he trailed his fingers down her inner thigh and up her abdomen, teasing the area of her groin.
They played their silent game for several minutes as they drank their lemonade. Harry delighted in her muffled moans and wimpers, the hazy look that flooded her eyes, and the salty sweet scent of her arousal that bled into his trousers.
He finished his drink leaning forward to plant several kisses on her collarbone and neck. Meanwhile Angelina seemed unable to thanks to his teasing. She shakily placed down her drink, shuddering as his fingers played with the flesh just above her vulva, still not breaching her panties.
"Merlin Harry," she muttered into his hair as he sucked on her neck. "I didn't think you were such a tease."
Harry nipped at her neck, relishing the following whimper.
"Says the girl grinding her ass against my cock," Harry said, bringing his other hand down to her hips and rubbing the inside of her thigh.
She spread her legs unconsciously and Harry moved his hands closer to her core.
Angelina began to speak again, but just then Harry let the tips of his fingers slide into her panties, touching the her outer lips and tracing their length.
His other hand went back up her abdomen, going underneath her shirt and cupping her breasts. The small shirt made it a tight fit, but he found her hard nipples and twisted them ever so slightly.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered into her ear. "Do you know how many times I've jerked off to your tits? How many times I thought of my cock between them and your mouth sucking its tip?"
"Oh, not the other girls? They'd be so disappointed," Angelina asked.
Harry heard an odd note in her tone, and decided to go for it.
"Katie doesn't have your breasts or ass, but I've definitely thought of how far down she could take my cock into her mouth. Alicia's tight little body makes me want to pin her down and pump a few Potters into her."
Angelina gasped, and Harry dipped his fingers into her cunt, but only up to the first knuckle before pulling out and tracing her clit.
"W-we've talked about you, you know?" she said. "About if you'd be any good in bed. Katie's had a huge crush on you since first-year. And you should have heard Alicia moan your name when she forgot to put a silencing ward up."
"Feel free to tell them," Harry said despite his earlier thoughts on the matter.
"O-oh I will, I'll also tell them how you want to fuck them silly."
Harry pushed his fingers back in, this time to the second knuckle and played with her insides.
"I'm sure you will… maybe we can all come over and they can watch you get fucked cross eyed. Your pussy stuffed full of my cum."
Angelina let out a deep moan, body stiffening before devolving into shudders.
Harry marveled, he'd barely touched her and she'd cum.
Pulling his fingers out he lifted them to her lips and her eyes widened before opening her mouth and taking them in, suckling her juices off of them and moaning again.
"Lets go upstairs."
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