It was Saturday. Finally. And the Slytherin was practically bouncing down the corridors as she headed through the castle. It was Saturday. Which meant she would be getting a wand. But she had to take someone, and since it wouldn't do to be seen with Draco out in public considering they were supposed to be keeping a low profile, Sky was dragging Harry with her.

Not really dragging. He didn't seem unwilling to go, and to be honest, he was the one person who seemed to have any kind of understanding of the kinds of things Skyler carried around inside of herself. His note she had received the day after what she was referring to as, The Break, had explained that much.

His note had put her in a terrible mood that day. The brunette couldn't remember wanting to kill anyone more than she had that day. Harry didn't deserve to be treated like the way he had. But that only made her wonder what made her think she deserved if if he didn't? Either way, there were a lot of similarities in their lives, which made the connection the teen felt to the Gryffindor only that much more apparent to her.

Her excitement and anxiousness to finally have a wand in her hands again meant the brunette could push aside any awkwardness she felt when she met up with her friend. Draco hadn't been exactly happy with her choice, but his sulkiness was better to deal with than any outright anger, and Sky felt she owed Harry some one on one time. They didn't get to hang out much, and she was sure they were both sort of avoiding each other since, The Break.

To be honest, the brunette might have given a lot more thought to the kiss she had shared with her Gryffindor friend than she had originally thought she would. Yes, she was still with Draco. So why did she think about Harry kissing her so much? Maybe it was because she had liked it. Who didn't like kisses? But even she knew it was more than that, and it scared her to consider that possibility so she tried to bury it under everything else that was piling up.

Once she had had time and the mental and emotional capacity to actually dissect that horrible day, Sky had been able to realize what had happened, and come to terms with it in some ways. But the Slytherin was still highly confused by everything, and she was still broken in many ways, and still trying to find her footing again. The only thing that managed to be patched up was her and Draco, and it still felt like even that was hanging on by a thread.

Lately it felt like her entire life was about to go up in flames, so she was excited to be getting out of the castle and even away from everyone else, since her and Harry would be going to Diagon Alley instead of Hogsmeade like the rest of the older students, something Sky was thankful for. She wanted to get away from all the other students. Maybe then she could breathe a little easier. Be a bit more relaxed.

She headed to the seventh floor on her own, having forced her blonde boyfriend to the village earlier. He had wanted to walk her there, but the brunette refused to be handed off like some child. Her eyes and ears were alert to her surroundings though, and her body was tense. It was colder in the upper floor than normal, enough that she was wearing a zip up hoodie over the shirt Harry had so kindly allowed her to keep.

For some reason she had decided to wear the shirt on their trip today, and was happy to note it even still smelled like her friend when she had slipped it on, even after it had been cleaned. It was still rather big for the petite brunette, but it was comfortable, and really that's all that mattered to her. A pair of form fitting skinny jeans adorned her bottom half and her trusty Converse sneakers were on her feet.

Unfortunately, her nervousness at being so alone and being such an easy target kept her usual grin from her face, and she rounded the corridor corner looking some kind of mix of anxious and relieved when her violet gaze immediately fell onto her Gryffindor. Friend, that is. Her Gryffindor friend. The brunette quickly joined him, her eyes lighting up but still no where near as bright as usual and the lack of sleep showed in the dark rings around them.

Still, Skyler didn't want her friend to worry, so she flashed him a small grin, which paled in comparison to her usual ones. "Thank you. For setting this all up. And coming with me. I really do appreciate it Harry." She offered in a quiet, soft tone.

The last few days had been a torment unlike any he had ever experienced before. By the time he left the bathroom, lunch was over and Draco and Skyler were nowhere to be found. Having no energy of desire to deal with people after had had just happened, Harry pled a stomachache and escaped to Gryffindor tower, where he spent the afternoon staring at the hangings of his bed and trying to figure out what to do next. Unfortunately, he had no idea exactly how bad things were. He dragged himself to dinner that night hoping to get a clue, but didn’t see either Slytherin Prefect there and headed up to bed disappointed.

Since then he had barely slept, eaten almost nothing, and gone to classes on autopilot. If this kept up too long, he would be hopelessly behind on his schoolwork. On the other hand, as usual, Harry had things far more important than schoolwork going on.

He had managed to convince Professor McGonagall to let him take Skyler to London on Saturday to get her a new wand while everyone else was in Hogsmeade. He had also somehow convinced her that there was no need for an adult chaperone, which meant that he had an uninterrupted day to figure out how she was and where he stood with her.

The rest of his week had been far less productive, though he did at least have a plan now to make sure that no one else got hurt or killed. That was neither here nor there today, though. Today was all about his friend, or whatever Skyler was now, and making sure that she was going to be okay going forward.

He woke earlier than he should have, pulling on jeans and a gray t shirt with a fire breathing dragon on it. He tried to force himself to eat breakfast when the Great Hall opened, but it just wasn’t happening. They had been communicating by notes and messages passed through other people this week when they communicated at all, so Harry had no real idea how the Slytherin was. He spent the rest of the morning pacing the corridor outside Gryffindor tower where they were supposed to meet, trying to figure out what he should do. He had grabbed a Gryffindor quidditch hoodie just in case it got cold, but for now it was just hanging over his shoulder and swinging as he walked.

Something seemed off as she came around the corner, but it took Harry a few moments to realize what it was. Part of him had still been expecting the grinning, bubbly wild spark of a girl that he had gotten used to so quickly. Still, most of Harry knew that was too much to expect of her so soon and he let it go.

She looked instead about like Harry felt, but he decided not to say anything about it. At least she didn’t look completely broken like he had been a little bit afraid she would. He returned her smile the best he could, with an equally small one. “I could exactly let you wander the castle alone and wandless, could I?” Sure, she might still have a boyfriend to accompany and defend her for all Harry knew, but even if she did, Harry didn’t exactly trust his blonde former rival with the way he had been acting lately. Plus, a large part of Harry hoped that she hadn’t made up with Malfoy at all.

“I’d ask how you’re doing, but that’s a really stupid question, so I won’t.” Harry had been through quite enough life altering trauma of his own to know that Skyler was not okay, but that she would be in time, and that it would do him no good at all to try and make her talk about it before she was ready.

“I cleared out the common room of the young kids the best I could this morning,” he said quietly, coming as close as he dared to raising the topic of her arm without actually doing so. If she decided to talk about it, they would. If not…

“If there is anybody left in there, just ignore them. No one should mess with us since you’re with me, but if they do, I’ll deal with it later.” With that he turned and walked to the Fat Lady’s portrait, trusting Skyler to follow. He gave the password, looking back to shoot his friend a small grin as he stepped inside. “I expect Hermione will probably change that password the second she’s back in the castle this afternoon. Can’t have any snakes knowing how to get into our home space, can we?”

He walked purposefully over to the fire, pulling floo powder out of the pocket of his jeans and holding it up for his friend to inspect. He tried for a third smile of the morning but didn’t quite make it as he waited for the okay to toss it into the flames. “You ready to do this?”

The first thing about her friend that Skyler noticed was that he looked almost as bad as she knew she did. It made her chest ache. The Slytherin hadn't meant to worry Harry so. The second thing she noticed was that his smile was not at all what it was usually, and that made her chest ache more. The brunette wanted to reassure him somehow, and to make his smile match what it used to be, but was at a loss as to how to do so.

His obvious concern for her was apparent with his first words, and the corners of her mouth twitched upward at his probably rhetorical question. Unable to help herself, Sky responded anyway. "Yes, well, I know how to use my fists when all fails." The playful remark did wonders for her rather downcast and defeated mood, and she felt the depression she had fallen into life a bit with it. "Though I am definitely much more better with a wand." She allowed after a moment.

His comment on how she was actually doing made her face fall a bit, but the teen quickly recovered and managed to send him a soft smile that showed her appreciation for his concern. "I've been better, but I feel a lot better now that I'm here than I did this past week." She replied back honestly. In hindsight, Sky realized she might have said something she probably shouldn't have, but at the same time, it was the truth, and the brunette had never once lied to Harry. She wasn't willing to start then. The Slytherin also wanted to make it clear to the Gryffindor that he seriously did help a lot just by being there.

Her smile vanished at the implications of his words and she hung her head a bit, gaze dropping to the ground while her right hand pulled at the sleeve covering her left arm where she had been marked a freak. "You didn't need to do that. I kind of thought ahead.." Sky murmured softly back. It was hard for her to face the things that now marred her skin. She knew Draco thought she should embrace as some sort of strength, but she just couldn't. They were constant reminders of how weak she clearly was. Either way, she still had no clue how to put her thoughts into words yet, so she was relieved when Harry saved her from doing so.

She smiled her thanks to him, even as a small flush tinted her cheeks. "I don't doubt that you will, Harry." She commented back. The boy honestly made her feel protected just by being in the immediate area, so she didn't fear anything bad happening to her, and his words were reassuring. Absently the brunette wondered if she had always felt that way around him, or if it was something new that had developed recently. Part of her was sure she shouldn't want to know. The other part was simply too curious for her own good. Before she could really think on it any further, Harry was walking towards the picture of a rather large lady in a pink dress.

Skyler followed him, since it was obvious she was supposed to, and arched a brow interestedly when he provided what was clearly a password and the portrait swung forward to reveal an entrance hole. So this was where Gryffindor house resided. The teen committed the information to memory, just in case she ever needed it for some reason, and returned his grin with one of hers and this time it was much closer to those she would normally flash. It only lasted until he spoke again about Granger, and Sky had opened her mouth to retort as she followed him in, only to stop dead in her tracks with her mouth open.

Ugh. It was hideous. How did anyone manage to live in so much...red. Skyler normally refrained from commenting on the color considering her friend was a Gryffindor and Ginny's hair was red. But she really did hate the color. And this was simply...disgusting. The brunette wrinkled her nose in distaste, and made a gagging noise. "I seriously doubt she needs to worry. I couldn't stomach this much red again." She replied back almost humorously. "Unless I'm redecorating or something." There was an idea. Purple eyes sparked to life at the thought of somehow managing to sneak into this common room sometime in the future and do a bit of...color changing. Unbeknown to her, a devious grin had spread across her lips, and it was clear the brunette was cooking up some scheme in that mind of hers.

She followed him dutifully to the fire, still unable to believe the horridness that was what he referred to as his 'home space'. For the first time in days, a bit of pride sparked that Slytherin, and she cocked her head at him, arching a brow and a very real smirk curled her lips. "I'm sure if I really wanted to experience the monstrosity of a common room again I could figure out how to bust in in no time at all." Sky flashed him a cheeky grin, feeling much more like herself now than she had in a good few days, and rolled her purple eyes at him. Floo definitely wasn't her favorite form of transportation, but that was mostly because she tended to come out the other end in a less than graceful way. In truth the girl rarely managed to come out still on her feet. But she refrained from making herself look anymore idiotic than she already was by not telling him that. Flashing him another smirk, she bowed theatrically. "After you, good sir."

Harry’s smile continued to grow to its normal levels the more Skyler spoke. She wasn’t herself yet, any more than he had figured she was, but she was getting there faster than he had any right to hope for. She was even teasing him about the décor of his common room. “Oh, because gray stone without decoration and a bunch of angry people sitting around is so much better,” he fired back.

The return of the devious grin that he had seen so few times and liked so well made his own matching one hit his face. “Whatever you are thinking about doing, don’t, impossible witch. You do not want a prank war with Gryffindor tower, or with me for that matter.”

With that he tossed the powder into the fire, shouting his destination and shooting Skyler one more grin as he stepped in. It had been a while since he had travelled by floo, and he forgot just how far it was from school to London. As a result, he ran out of breath before he actually reached his destination, and received a mouth full of hot ash for his trouble when he tried to take in more air.

He landed in the proper grate for once, and sank to his knees as soon as he was out of the way of where the Slytherin girl would land, sucking in air and coughing out the ash he had swallowed. “I really, really prefer flying over any other magical mode of transportation,” he wheezed to the room in general. He needed to figure out some way better than a broomstick to fly distances longer than this one. Maybe he could hunt down the motorcycle that people always talked about Sirius having. How hard could one of those things be to handle?

Skyler scoffed at him. "A shack would be preferable to..this" The Slytherin gestured to the common room of red doom, wrinkling her nose again in distaste, until an almost pout made itself known. "Why couldn't your house color be purple or something? I really like purple. It's way better than red." The teen complained, ending in a matter-of-fact tone and nodding her head to reinforce the fact that purple was indeed better than red. She apparently had conveniently forgotten that she was wearing a red shirt at the moment.

She opened her mouth to respond, eyes lighting up at what she took as a challenge, but he chose that exact moment to throw the powder in the fire and floo off to the Leaky Cauldron with a grin. Humpf. Damn lion. Grumbling, Sky followed into the now green fire and, knowing this was going to be a disaster, called out her destination. The trip seemed much to long in her opinion, and the spinning made it impossible for her to even tell when she had reached her actual destination until she was falling forward out of the grate, coughing up a lung as she did.

Thankfully, Harry had already moved out of the way, but she almost wished he hadn't when she made contact with the hard ground. Getting her coughing and breathing under control, the brunette groaned. "Ow. That's gonna leave a mark. Or a bruise." Sky coughed out humorously to herself, much too used to falling out of the floo to be embarrassed by it anymore. She was just about to get up when the grate she had just exited so gracelessly lit up again, signaling someone else coming through.

On instinct, Skyler tried to move out of the way as quickly as possibly. The problem was Harry hadn't moved all that far, which meant when she tried to scramble out of the way the brunette only managed to run into her friend who had already been kneeling. This resulted in her somehow making them an undignified and hilarious pile of limbs on the ground. Merlin, she was hopeless.

Groaning again, the Slytherin tried to apologize to her friend. "Sorry Harry!!" Finally taking in the situation, the brunette realized she had landed on top of him, and was now face to face with him. Rather than be embarrassed, Sky flashed him the same devious grin she had had in his common room. "I do so love a challenge. And somehow a prank war with you sounds hilarious. So if that was supposed to warn me away, you should probably know it's more like a neon sign calling my name." In true Skyler fashion, she then proceeded to flash him a cheeky grin.

Harry wanted to continue the argument about colors. He really did. Unfortunately before he could properly catch his breath Skyler had felt the need to crash into him and knock him the rest of the way onto his back and then land herself on top of him. The position drove all arguments about color straight out of his head, replacing them with images of himself doing things to the witch on top of him that could only get him into trouble.

He knew a lot of those things had to be shining in his eyes. Thankfully, Skyler missed or ignored them and went back to teasing him. “Big talk from someone wearing a red shirt that looks like it belongs to some guy or other,” He had somehow missed that she was wearing the shirt from when they traded clothes until it was sitting right there in the face and he was trying to find something to focus on besides kissing her again.

Then it hit him that they were in a pub that always had patrons, even this early in the day, and that at least one person had already come in after them. They were probably making a scene, and Harry could hardly think of anything more than how amazing it was that Skyler was the only person in the world with those eyes.

Still, they should really move, so no one would stare. Harry moved his hands to Skyler’s hips, moving against her far more than he realized he would need to in the process. “You really are impossible,” he laughed breathily, pushing her up to her knees so that he could untangle the two of them and stand, pulling her to her feet in the process.

When they were both standing they were still only inches apart, and Harry’s hands were still on Skyler’s hips, both results from him pulling her to her feet. Some small part at the back of Harry’s mind was shouting that people were just as likely to stare now as they were before. That part seemed small and far away, though, and most of him just wanted reasons to keep the electric touches going. He meant to push her away far enough to clear her head, but instead somehow only pulled her closer against her. “We’re supposed to looking for a wand,” he basically breathed into her ear, not fully aware of why he was acting this way, and not wanting to think about it enough to have to stop.

"You noticed!!" Skyler exclaimed, looking far to comfortable and at home on top of her friend, and also pleased that he had noticed the shirt she was wearing. Although the brunette had no idea why it pleased her so much, it did, and it showed on her face. "You're right though. It does belong to some guy. Amazing guy, really. Bit cheeky and cocky, but you know, I enjoy a challenge." The Slytherin played along with his game, winking at him playfully.

The teen froze a bit when Harry's hands grabbed ahold of her hips, moving against her in a way that seemed innocent but didn't at the same time. Mostly because when Draco moved against her the same way it wasn't innocent at all and usually had dirty intentions behind it. Intentions Skyler liked. Which meant her body reacted accordingly and a shudder flowed through it, and the brunette bit her bottom lip to keep from making any kind of noise.

Things were only complicated further for the Slytherin when Harry managed to somehow get them both to their feet. That in itself was a great achievement and was more an action to be applauded. The fact that they were just as close standing as they had been when she had landed on top of him was the confusing part. Because Skyler liked the close proximity to Harry. His hands still gripped her hips, and she knew the shivers that simple hold was producing wouldn't go unnoticed.

Skyler knew she should pull away. Knew they were on dangerous territory. Atleast, she was. But Harry was like a magnet, and the harder she fought it, the stronger the pull was. Especially when he pulled her even closer to him, and her body was pretty much flush against his. Her hands automatically went to his chest, so that they weren't squished awkwardly between them. And that was the most complicated thing of all. Nothing about the entire situation with Harry felt awkward. It should have. Somewhere in her Sky knew it should feel wrong, that it should feel bad, but it didn't.

When the teen felt his breath on her ear, a small whimper escaped her lips, and Sky's eyes closed as she pressed closer to him, wanting the Gryffindor to feel the shudder his actions provoked. Her mind was screaming at her, telling her to pull away and pull back, but the brunette couldn't make herself move. She couldn't make herself want to move. So instead, she pressed further against him, and she could tell Harry wasn't unaffected either.

Sky snaked her arms up and around his neck, without consciously deciding to. Her brain seemed to only be focusing on the fact that the Gryffindor was making her feel alive again, and she craved it. The brunette smirked at him in response. "I think I found one." The Slytherin replied, giving a omens for her innuendo to sink in before she pulled him down and kissed him.

Harry couldn’t help the grin that spread over his face when she called him amazing, even if it was tucked in between whatever little game they were playing and a list of potential character faults. She said she liked the potential faults anyway, and besides, this whole thing sounded a lot like a green light for him to go forward with her however he wanted to. Malfoy must be out of the picture after all.

She shivered against him, both before and after he got them upright, but Harry got the feeling that if a shiver was ever a good thing, it was these shivers, and he desperately wanted to make Skyler keep shivering. Still, he expected her to push him away when her hands found their way to his chest. When she instead pulled him even closer, getting rid of the little remaining space so that he could feel her entire body against his own, including yet another of those lovely good shivers.

Her hands are on your neck because she wants you to kiss her, his brain screamed at him in an entirely unfamiliar voice. Because of that voice, he almost missed what she said next. Was she talking about what he thought she was talking about? A comment about that wand not doing very much magic half formed in his mind, but he never quite managed to finish thinking it, much less actually say it.

Instead, she was kissing him, and Harry felt like a shock of electricity was going through his entire body. Without stopping to think about it, Harry was kissing her back, hard yet soft at the same time. One hand left her hip, coming to rest in her hair instead, holding her face up to his as best he could.

Before he could do much to deepen the kiss or satisfy the need he felt behind it, Harry felt an aggressive tap on his shoulder. He tried to ignore it, and the tap only got more forceful. Annoyed, Harry broke the kiss and turned slowly around, not bothering to move away far enough to make doing so very easy. When he managed it, he founded himself face to face with Tom, the ancient bartender, who told him to take his show elsewhere if he wanted to still have a place to live the next time he left the castle.

“I guess it’s a good thing I grabbed way too much floo powder, huh?” he asked, tossing a handful into the fire they had just gotten out of, pulling Sky in with him this time, shouting for the grate that they had only just left. This time, Harry knew the distance better, so he was able to keep his mouth closed the entire time. On the other hand, he had never landed with his arms wrapped around someone else before, so he sort of stumbled through the landing, ending up shoving Skyler towards the couch in front of the fire.

“All of you, find somewhere else to be for an hour or two,” he shouted a little wildly to the handful of kids who had trickled back in. “And if anyone comes in here, you guys or anyone else, before we leave again, I will hunt every single one of you down and make you very, very miserable.”

Once he was sure they were gone, he made his way over to the couch, standing over Skyler with a smirk on his face. “I believe you were saying something about the wand that you found?” he asked, quirking a brow down at her.

The moment her lips made contact with Harry's it was like being sparked back to life, but nothing compared to when he started kissing her back. At that point, her body felt like a livewire. The Gryffindor was kissing her with some kind of perfected amount of rough and soft that was driving her crazy and making her want for more, especially when his hand made it's way into her hair.

The brunette was so caught up in the electric current running through from every part of herself that touched him that she couldn't think outside of Harry. All Sky could think was how she wanted it to never end. But all things came to an end and she whimpered at the loss of contact when he pulled back, breaking the kiss. The Slytherin took a moment to catch her breath, trying to regain her footing in the situation but the next thing she knew she was being pulled back into the fire and tumbling back out the end they had just left.

Talk about a change of plans. Harry shoved her onto a couch, effectively earning himself one of her trademark glares for his effort. Not that he was paying attention. The Gryffindor was too busy scaring off the poor younger years, yelling at them like a loon. Skyler found this very amusing, and snickered behind his back, violet eyes dancing in her mirth as one by one the others scurried off.

Unable to help herself, the teen teased him. "A couple hours? Really? Whatever will we do with so much time?" An innocent grin curled her lips, and it in no way went with the mischief playing in her eyes. The playful nature of the Slytherin came naturally, especially around Harry, and she was determined to play the part for as long as possible just to rile him up. For some reason, the idea filled her with anticipation, because in the short time she had known Harry the brunette had found him to be almost as unpredictable as herself. And Sky enjoyed the fact that she couldn't anticipate his every move. It made things so much more exciting.

Something in the back of her mind tugged at her, yelling at her to pull back the reigns, and to take a moment to think about it. But Skyler was done thinking. She didn't want to think about things for once. Harry was making her feel things she hadn't felt, and the teen's insatiable curious nature was driving her to figure out why. Another shudder racked through her body when the smirk appeared on his face, and she flashed an answering one automatically, absently thinking that he shouldn't be able to make her feel so aroused with a single smirk. It was completely unfair.

Pushing herself to her feet meant that the brunette was standing nearly as close to him as they had been back at the Leaky, and her hands went to the zipper of her sweater, pulling it down slowly while she sent him a sultry smirk. "A wand? I don't remember finding a wand Harry.." Her innocent tone was much too so, especially when she was removing her sweater, shrugging out of it and tossing it back on the couch, fully revealing the shirt that was his. Or had been. The Slytherin put on a mock thoughtful look, pretending to think about it.

Smirk turning devious at the drop of a hat, Skyler darted around him, snatching his real wand out of his back pocket smoothly and jumped onto the couch opposite the one he had shoved her on and over the back of it, effectively putting it between them. For a split second the brunette realized this was what was missing in her life these days. It felt easier to breathe, and to be herself again. Her trademark smirk returned with a vengeance as it uncoiled on her lips, and the teen twirled his wand lazily in her fingers. "Ooh. You mean this wand."

Skyler seemed to be her old self again as they arrived back in the castle. She was bouncing between smirks and glares and some kind of innocent look that was nowhere near believable. Harry wasn’t entirely sure how he had done that, but he was proud of himself all the same. She really looked delicious smirking up at him like that, and he was determined to cause her to do it as much as possible.

The innocent and questioning look on her face as she stood did not match the fact that she was basically right on top of him again, and this time she was removing clothing. Sure, it was just her jacket sweater thing, but he was pretty sure his t shirt had never looked better than it did right then.

Then she was moving, and Harry had no idea no idea what was going on. Then her hand was basically on his bum and he had was even more confused, until he spun around and found her climbing over the back of the other couch by the fire, his wand held tightly in her hand.

“That is not the wand I meant at all,” he half laughed, half shouted, jumping onto the couch and grinning at her. He wasn’t sure exactly what they were doing, but he knew that it was fun. He dove over the back of the couch, landing on the Slytherin and tackling her to the ground. It was a good thing they were doing this in his common room rather than in hers. Carpet was much softer and more forgiving to land on than stone.

He grinned when they came to rest, with Skyler on his back and Harry on top of her, one knee on either side of her and his body just inches above her stomach. “We can do this one of two ways,” he said, his smirk looking a little bit dangerous on her face. “Either you can give me my wand back, nice and easy.” At this point he leaned down, so that most of his body was right above hers, including his lips being almost brushing hers. “Or you can keep doing this cute, innocent routine, and I can take my wand back by force.”

"Don't know what other wand you could possibly mean then Harry." Skyler replied in the same innocent tone, which in no way went with the cheeky grin she flashed him as she watched him jump onto the very couch she herself had just scrambled over. His grin was good to see, much better then those forced smiles he gave earlier, and it had her body fluttering with anticipation, wondering what he might do next.

The teen didn't have to wait long. No sooner had it occurred to her that it might be a good idea for her to put a bit more distance between them if she planned on keeping up the game she had started and not allowing him to catch her, than Harry had taken to jumping over the back of the couch and tackling her to the ground. The brunette squealed and laughed as she was forced to the ground by the older boy, with him on top of her.

Skyler's immediate reaction was to squirm and wriggle underneath him, trying to get away even as it sunk in that the Gryffindor had her very well trapped beneath him. After a moment she gave up on escaping that way, choosing instead to look at him warily while he grinned and smirked. That smirk would be the death of her, and another delighted shudder flowed through the brunette freely as she bit her bottom lip to keep from whimpering.

He was so very close to her now, and the teen desperately wanted him closer, but then he found the need to call her cute, and she glared up at him indignantly. "I am not cute." The Slytherin ground out, eyes narrowing in her displeasure at being referred to as such a thing. "And I don't do 'nice and easy' either. So.." Pausing, Skyler moved her left arm that held his wand, stretching it as far as she could beyond her head on the ground trying to keep it out of his reach.

Sure. There was a third option. She could always hex him or something, but Harry's second option sounded much more appealing, and that same feeling of excitement and anticipation filled her before she even spoke her next words. "I vote by force. After all, I do like it rough." The brunette smirked that same sultry smirk at him, purple eyes gazing up at him challengingly.

Immediately after he landed on her, Skyler started squirming and wiggling beneath him, and the pressure felt really good. Good enough that Harry almost forgot why he was there for a moment or two. Then she was glaring at him, and Harry wasn’t exactly sure what he had done wrong. Apparently he should never call her cute. Or he should call her cute every chance he got, depending on how this ended up going.

It seemed like maybe he should go with the as much as possible, as she promised not to do anything nice and easy. The smirk on his face only grew as she stretched her arm out, since his own arms were longer and it was still easily in his reach if he really wanted to work for it. Then she was promising that she liked it rough and giving him a look that made him grow even more excited than he already was without even doing any more squirming and touching.

For maybe half a second he wondered if he could even keep up with the intoxicating Slytherin, but figured this was like anything else and he would figure it out as he went. The tactic had never really failed him before. He knew that whatever he did, that smirk needed to become a regular part of his life, so that was a start.

To start with, he leaned forward, so that he was lying on Sky instead of sitting above her, which allowed him better reach. One hand closed over the one that was holding his wand, holding it in place so that she couldn’t toss it away or something. At the same time the other hand went to her waist, effectively holding her in place so that she could move even less than she would have been able to once his body was pressed against hers.

He leaned down so that his mouth was almost in her ear. “Just how rough do you like it, Impossible witch?” he asked, smirking wide enough that she could probably hear it in the whisper tickling her ear. Without bothering to wait for an answer he tilted his head and leaned down a little more, grazing his teeth lightly over the skin of her neck. The hand on her waist slid slowly in, finding the inside of her thigh. If she could move a little now, his new placement more than made up for it, and Harry finally decided to wait and see what she said and did before he did anything else.

A shudder ran through her body as his smirk grew on his face, and Sky thought it should be illegal for him to be able to smirk like that. Or for his smirk to get such reactions from her. The brunette really couldn't help it though. Not when he had her pinned beneath him, and her body so tense and wound, begging for his touch which he had yet to give. The teen had never wanted to be touched so badly before. It was all the Gryffindor's fault. Every little touch of his sent jolts through her that she didn't understand but definitely wanted more of.

And yet he so close and still so far at the same time. Until he wasn't. The moment he leaned forward her own body arched up off the ground slightly to meet him, and when his hand covered hers, eliciting another delighted shudder from her body, she knew that one he could feel. The hand that he put on her waist made her squirm, but from anything but uncomfortableness, but it also did a good job of keeping her in place.

Sky was becoming frustrated under him, barely able to move, and she nearly whined at him, trying to move again. All of her attempts came to a standstill when she felt his breath on her ear, and the teen could feel the goosebumps popping up all over her body from that alone. His words had her smirking, and the brunette continued to do so even when he grazed her neck with his teeth in the most deliciously frustrating way. Meanwhile, his hand moved to her inside of her thigh, and the Slytherin bit her lip, mewling beneath him.

She wriggled under him, or against him as it may have been, for a moment, before figuring that maybe she should beat him at his own game. Smirking in a devilish way, the brunette rolled her hips ever so slowly, hoping to tease him as much as he was teasing her. "Rougher than you're being currently." The teen responded cheekily, even if breathily.

The brunette placed her free hand on the back of his neck, grazing it lightly with her short nails before letting her fingers sink into the silky dark locks of his messy hair. She tugged at the hair grasped in her fingers gently, continuing the slow roll of her hips. "Come on Harry. I want break. Don't you want me?" The Slytherin egged him on, wanting nothing more at the moment than for the boy on top of her to do exactly that and make her his. Sky was sure she shouldn't want these things, but it didn't change the fact that she did want them. And she was positive she didn't want to change it either.

The involuntary movements from the witch under him made Harry’s smirk and his confidence grow. Clearly he was doing something right. The added noises made his eyes grow a little wider, but they only helped with his budding confidence. He had assumed that sex would be difficult, that anything with witches would after his experience with kissing Cho and Vinter. Apparently he had just been picking the wrong witches, and when you got that part right, everything else was just doing what felt right.

Then she was challenging him with her words and her body. The command to be rougher had him instantly chasing every thought of anything he had ever wanted to do to a witch running through his head, and her hips rolling against his quickly growing cock had his entire body on fire in a way that might consume him if he didn’t do anything about it. The nails on his neck and in his hair, along with the second comment, drove him over the edge. She wanted rough? She wanted to prove that she wouldn’t break? It was time to find out.

“Do I bloody want you?” Harry hissed in her ear, before moving his head back to its previous position, roughly biting the skin that he had teased before. At the same time he grinded down into her forcefully, letting her feel just how much he wanted her. The hand that had been enclosing hers let go, instead finding the inside of the thigh that had been untouched. He used both hands to force her legs apart more, giving him better access to her.

Merlin, the feelings that were shooting through his body were as amazing as they were unfamiliar. Harry wondered a little bit why people who had someone to have sex with like this didn’t just do it all the time. The thought made him pause curiously, staring down at the amazing witch below him without really realizing that his hips had stopped moving and he was accidentally teasing her.

The place on her neck where he had bitten already showed angry red marks in the outline of his mouth, though they were faint. The idea of her wearing a mark he had made around the castle like a badge made the dark haired boy incredibly excited. It was what she deserved, too. A good mark to go with the painful ones that she now wore. He leaned back to the spot, biting it a second time before sucking on the flesh, hoping that would do something to set it in.

His hands slid slowly up, one going to rub where his erection had been pushing before. The other went to the button of her jeans, quickly undoing it and following with the zipper. He would need to lift her up to actually pull the damn things off, but that would require him to stop touching her so much, and Harry wasn’t sure he was willing to do that right now.

Instead he smirked down at her aggressively, his eyes dancing with green passion. “You tell me, impossible witch. Do I want you?”

His hissed words in her ear had Skyler's eyes bright with excitement, and the resulting bite to her neck had her mewling. But when his hips began to grind into her in a way that left no doubts in her mind that Harry did want her, a soft moan escaped her lips and the teen bit her lip, overwhelmed by the fierce emotions she felt toward the Gryffindor.

Every touch of his seemed to ignite every inch of her body with a passion she hadn't felt even with Draco. And maybe that was one reason why the blonde didn't even enter her mind during her encounter with Harry. The raven haired older boy was awakening something inside her and Sky didn't want it to stop. Everything in her at this point was answering to the pull she felt from Harry, so when he forced her legs apart the teen hissed in appreciation at the contact it provided, her head tilting back slightly as she moaned, eyes fluttering closed.

"Oooh Haaaary." And then the grinding stopped, coming to a complete standstill and the brunette whimpered under him, eyelids opening to reveal purple orbs burning with a need for the boy above her, only to catch him staring down at her with a look of curiosity in those emerald eyes of his. Sky had just been about to question him when he was biting her neck again, and the moment was lost in the sensations and pleased shudders of him marking her. It didn't take a genius to know that was what he was doing and the Slytherin couldn't be more pleased. Sky wanted to be Harry's.

So when one of his hands snakes it's way between her legs to rub where he had previously been grinding into her as he looked down at her with that incredibly arousing smirk of his and those green eyes staring at her in a way she was sure they never had before, the teen's breath caught, even as she pressed more firmly against his hand, practically begging for more. And then he opened his mouth and Sky got the idea that with Harry, everything would be a challenge. Oddly enough, the very thought excited her further.

But if Harry wanted to play, the Slytherin had no problem with his game. She would enjoy pushing him to the brink until he took her completely as his. Flashing a devilish smirk, she placed a palm on his chest, pushing him back as she sat up. With enough room to maneuver now, Skyler smoothly pulled herself to her feet, leaving Harry on the ground along with his wand and backing up a few paces, kicking her shoes off as she did.

Her gaze never left his, as her hands went to the waist of her jeans and, seeing as he had already unbuttoned and unzipped them, the brunette easily shimmied out of them. A bit of a blush tinged her cheeks, but she forced away any thought of being embarrassed. She wouldn't let her nervousness of the fact that she had never done anything so forward before ruin her plan to drive him nuts with want and need. The teen wasn't sure why, but for some reason she wanted to drive Harry to point where he just had to have her.

Maybe it was her need to be dominated, her need to be taken and claimed. Sky didn't know where those thoughts came from, and wasn't too sure if she should be embarrassed by them or not, but the images floating to mind of all the ways the Gryffindor could do them made her bite her lip against a moan and only served to make her more aroused and needy for him. Meanwhile, her hands reached down to pull his shirt up and over her head, effectively stripping herself until she was standing before him in nought but her bra and panties.

It took every ounce of confidence the girl possessed to pull off her next move, which had her sinking to the ground while that sultry smirk of hers curled slowly on her lips. Now on her hands and knees, the brunette crawled over to him at a slow pace, until she was near enough to press her lips against his ear and whisper into it, "I think the real question is, how bad do you want me Harry?" With that, her teeth found his earlobe, gently tugging it between them and nibbling softly.

Harry could definitely get used to hearing his name come out of Skyler’s mouth in passionate moans. He could just as easily get used to all the little movements and sounds that let him know he was driving her crazy in the best way. It didn’t hurt that she was doing the same thing to him. A tiny voice in the back of his head wondered if just any witch could do this to him or if it had to be the spirited Slytherin, but a larger voice told him that he had no need to every figure the answer to that question out, because he never intended to let her go now that she was his, and she was definitely his now.

He was so caught up in his feelings and thoughts and all of it that he was caught completely off-guard when she smirked and pushed his chest, causing him to fall back enough for her to slide out from under him and get back to her feet for some entirely unnecessary and unfair and possibly illegal reason. Still, Harry was deeply interested in whatever it was that the Slytherin was doing, so he rested on his back and elbows, head up to watch the show. He was vaguely aware that she had abandoned his wand, and that now would be a good time to take it back, but that didn’t seem to matter that much.

What mattered a lot more was the wonderful witch standing in front of him, blushing lightly for some reason as she shimmied out of her jeans. Harry could do little more than gape appreciatively as this was followed by the slow, arousing removal of the shirt that he was suddenly very glad she had kept. Every part of her little show, from the strong, demanding eye contact to the way she was biting her lip drove him wild, and it was all he could do to stay on the floor and see what she was doing to do next.

Then she was crawling back towards him, giving him quite an amazing view, aided by the fact that this was only the second time he had been around a witch in such a state of undress, and only the first time that it was for him. Add one more to the list of things that he absolutely needed to make a regular part of his life going forward. This day seemed to be full of those. Then there were words in his ear and teeth on his earlobe, and his brain seemed to just shut off, overwhelmed with feeling and with need to do more to Sky, to hear more noises and feel more electricity, and just have more of all of it.

His hands went to her hips again, flipping the Slytherin over so that she was the one on her back. Then he stood himself, smirking and staring into those great purple eyes that only the one he was quickly coming to know as his impossible witch had. He repeated her show, basically, kicking his sneakers to the side, undoing the jeans and shaking out of them, and then stripping the shirt off. Soon he was standing over her in only his boxers and a smirk, and there was a pile of discarded clothes nearby.

He almost dropped back down onto her then, but decided that he wasn’t quite done yet. If this was going to be some kind of game, they would be tied at this point, and Harry didn’t want to tie anyone at anything. He was a winner. Thus his smirk grew just a little bit more as he pushed his boxers down and kicked them away, doing a little dance with his hips as he did. There. That made him a winner.

Now he dropped down to his hands and knees, crawling until he was lying on top of Sky, the sheer size of his fully grown member causing it to push against her without him even intending it. It felt really good though, and he decided that he should intend it, so he moved against her a little more purposefully, groaning as he did so. The new, smarter voice of the ones in his mind was telling him that he needed to get a move on if he was going to accomplish anything better than shooting cum everywhere and embarrassing himself.

His eyes and hands both went to Sky’s bra, deciding that it needed to be dealt with next. Sadly, all he managed to do was run and squeeze on her breasts a little bit and get confused by how the thing worked, since it didn’t seem to just pull off like normal clothes. Finally he gave up, thought he did his best to keep smirking and not let it show. “I demand that you take the rest of your clothes off,” he said challengingly, hoping that he pulled it off and covered up his failure with the bra.

Harry's hands on her hips again had her shuddering with a sort of relief, as if she craved any and all of his touches and her body seemed to understand that and realize it had been missing them in the moments she had stripped her clothes off.  Skyler absently wondered if this was an effect of the heated situation they were in or if she would feel that way every time he touched her, because if so the Gryffindor needed to be touching her all the time. That way, she couldn't possibly miss it.

Sooner than she expected the brunette was flipped onto her back, and that only excited her further than she already was. The Slytherin was enjoying the way he was handling her too much for her to be able to hold out for much longer, and Harry was quickly driving her to the point of begging for more. Especially when he moved away to stand up, and this time she recognized the immediate miss of his touch, acknowledging it with a whimper. Why was he moving away instead of staying put and keeping his hands on her?

The teen propped herself up on her elbows, preparing to glare up at him. Just because she was so close to begging him for more didn't mean he needed to know that. But instead, Sky quirked a brow at him as he kicked his shoes off much the same way she had kicked off her own only moments before. Her mouth curled into an answering smirk as he imitated her in removing his clothes, and the brunette couldn't help but admire appreciatively what the older boy apparently hid beneath his clothes.

Skyler bit down on her lip, clamping down on the wanting moan that threatened to escape. It wasn't fair that just seeing him in his boxers could push her so close to losing all control, or that his gaze could make her squirm in need. Harry wasn't even touching her and he was still driving her completely crazy, and she was sure when he did finally touch her again she would explode from some kind high voltage electrical charge or something, since the damn Gryffindor seemed to be lightning personified with all his sparking touches.

The growth of his smirk had her eyeing him both warily and suspiciously, even as it pushed her closer to falling over the edge. Sky easily decided that he should no longer be allowed to smirk. Mostly because it both excited her and worried her, which was probably a bad combination if she ever took the time to really think about it. But how was she supposed to think about anything when he was stripping away his final article of clothing and revealing his fully aroused member to her? Atleast, she hoped it was fully aroused, because if it managed to get bigger Skyler seriously doubted it would fit inside her.

As it was, the Slytherin cocked her head almost curiously, considering this new revelation he provided her with. Her eyes had widened just a fraction, and emotions flitted through her gaze, each one battling for dominance. To be fair, Sky didn't really know much about sex, or the male anatomy nearly enough to think she should fear of any damage from the large member Harry possessed. What she did know was that Harry was a good deal bigger than what she was accustomed to, and even what she was accustomed to still caused a bit of pain, even when it was masked with pleasure. So it begged to be understandable that if Harry ever got around to sticking that thing in her then there would be some form of pain.

This also led her to believe that whatever pain she did feel would be accompanied by immense pleasure. It seemed logical to the teen that in the world of penis, bigger meant more pleasure, so she chose to focus on that aspect, and her eyes quickly filled with want and need again as he finally resumed his rightful place above her. In doing so she could feel him press against her and her entire body seemed to rejoice in the contact, eliciting a soft moan from her lips as he intentionally pressed against her, and his own groan had a smirk flitting across her lips even as her eyes closed again.

Merlin, did she want this boy. Sky had never felt the need to belong as much as she did at that moment with Harry. Everything about the Gryffindor called to her, and pulled her in until all she wanted to do was beg to be his. His hands on her breasts pulled another whimper from her, and her back arched slightly into the contact, the brunette swiftly coming undone at the seams to the point where she simply writhed under him from his simple touches. Absently she wondered how it was he could accomplish such a thing with merely simple touches, touches she had had before that hadn't gotten quite the same reactions. Maybe he was just experienced in this sort of thing, which seemed logical to her brain but also awoke an insane jealousy that burned within her and would've shown in those purple eyes if they had been open.

If he was experienced it meant he had been with other girls, and the Slytherin absolutely loathed the idea of her Gryffindor touching anyone but her. Sky wasn't exactly sure when Harry had become hers to her mind, but she wasn't very worried about that. All that she was worried about was that when the older boy thought about touching someone sexually ever again, that someone would be her. This couldn't have come at a better time, because he was demanding she remove the rest of her clothes in a challenging tone that seemed to vibrate through her and sent a shiver crawling up her spine.

Either he had honed in on her desire to be forced to submit or Harry was the naturally dominating and commanding guy she needed and wanted. Sky desperately hoped it was the latter as her eyes flashed open, meeting his green gaze and flashing him a devious grin. Deep down the brunette knew that he would win this game of theirs, not only because she wanted him to, but because the boy just didn't lose. Losing and Harry just didn't go together. The idea that he might just be the one person who could actually hold some kind of control over her was completely intoxicating, but the teen wasn't in any way going to hand him a win.

Which meant she sat up slowly, bringing her lips to his and kissing him in a slow and heated kiss as she did. This allowed her to force him back a bit, giving herself room and maneuverability to follow through with his demand even as she rubbed against him in a way that might have seemed innocent but was very much on purpose. Nipping lightly at his bottom lip, Skyler pulled away to smirk at him, holding his gaze as she reached up behind herself with both hands to unhook her bra. "Your wish is my command." She replied cheekily, purposefully wrapping an arm around over her chest as she pulled off the article of clothing so he couldn't see her naked breasts and draping it around his neck.

Next, she scooted backwards enough to where she could draw her knees up, easily blocking his sight of her bare chest again and worked off her panties in a slow and teasing manner, tossing them over to her pile of clothes. Now she was completely naked, with the added fact that while that much was obvious, she was effectively keeping him from seeing her naked form fully, especially the parts that she knew he was probably dying to see. Skyler wasn't done yet though, and allowed a seductive smirk to slowly creep onto her face as she used a hand to move her hair to one side of her head almost absently, baring the mark he had created on her neck perfectly. Her violet gaze looked back at him in challenge as she crooked a finger at him, beckoning him to her. "Come and get me. If you want me."

The touches just kept getting stronger and getting and more magical, and with the feelings that were surging through Harry’s body. He wasn’t entirely sure he would make it to his first time being with a witch before he came. There was a chance that he had only held out this long out of sheer stubbornness and not wanting to lose. He also wondered vaguely if he had actually been alive before the fire of these touches, or if he had simply existed, waiting for them to happen.

The noises she made and the looks on her face only made him to keep causing more of them, to somehow make sure that she was his and no one else’s and that she only made noises for him. That idea was only cemented as her amazing purple eyes flashed open, joining her mouth in looking like the best devil in history. He kissed her back hungrily, not fully aware that he was a little bit further back than he had been before, even though their position had shifted.

So the bra worked from the back somehow. He would need to figure out how between now and then, so he wasn’t at her mercy for its removal. For now, he stared, his smirk fading a little into a look of shock as she managed to cover her breasts with her arm as she removed the bra. Still, maybe he would keep the bra around his neck and wear it as a trophy. Then she was moving again, further away from him, and Harry’s brain was finally in full agreement, screaming about how wrong it was that she was moving away again.

Somehow he could both more and less of her as she peeled off the final article of clothing, as her legs were even better at hiding the rest of her body than her arm. Then she was showing the mark he had made on her skin, beckoning him and taunting him with a finger and her words. Somehow she had gotten completely naked when he had commanded her to, and yet the game was still going and he still hadn’t won yet.

There was only one way to deal with it, then, and that was to take completely control, push things the rest of the way, and make her moan his name again. To that end he crawled back to her, pushing her knees down so that he got a full view and was lying on top of her again. His hands found the inside of her thighs again, pushing them apart a little roughly, this time with no clothes between them as he made room to go into her. Before he did, his teeth found the mark that he had caused before, biting the spot again, and then following it with a mighty suck.

Only then did he push his member fully into her. The sensation was immediate and so wonderful that it was almost painful, but that stopped almost as soon as it started, because Harry hadn’t been expecting his quick and full entry to illicit such a noise of pain from the wonderful girl underneath him. All of his motions came to a stop, though he was still inside her, and worry filled his emerald eyes. “Are you okay?” he asked, completely and totally convinced that he had done something wrong and ruined everything forever.

Someone should really tell Skyler to be careful what she wished for. Or maybe to just expect more pain when a giant penis was being shoved inside of her. Because while she had expected some, she hadn't expected the amount it took to make her scream and to have tears jumping to her eyes. The brunette squeezed her eyes closed tightly, her teeth clamping down on her bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed.

In the back of her mind something told her it could've been worse. The teeth and lips that had been on her neck as Harry had breached her meant that atleast some pleasure had accompanied the pain. But Merlin!! It hurt. Her body had immediately tensed up so tight it made her muscles ache, it's first reaction to pull away from whatever was causing the pain it was in. The Slytherin's nails dug into the carpet beneath her, trying desperately to keep her body in place.

Something told her she just needed to adjust to the sheer size of the Gryffindor, and Skyler tried to force her body to relax some. In doing so, her mind cleared enough from the pain to recognize Harry had spoken. The brunette didn't answer him right away, taking a moment to collect herself as much as possible and to assess her current predicament. The teen could hear the worry in his voice, and refused to worry him further by revealing her pain filled eyes to him.

So the brunette kept her eyes shut tight, considering the feelings his entrance had provided. Well, there was pain. That much was apparent and obvious. But behind that was a fierce pleasure that simply having him inside her gave. Just the fact that they were now connected in such an intimate way was like a jolt straight to her heart, and her hips gave an involuntary twitch, a hiss leaving her lips at the discomfort she still felt, but she ignored it.  Suddenly, the pain didn't matter so much, and the burning need to completely belong to the boy on top of her mattered much more.

The Slytherin opened her eyes slowly, looking up into worried green ones and her breath hitched for a moment, and Sky felt she could get lost in that green gaze forever. At the same time, her hands left the carpet and trailed slowly up and along his strongly built chest, eliciting a whimper from her as they did. Even just touching him was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and the teen shuddered as her arms snaked around his neck while an almost shy smile curled her lips. "Never better." Sky murmured against his lips, and then proceeded to give him another searing kiss, while her legs she wrapped around his waist.

The brunette couldn't hold back the moan now that the pleasure was more easily focused on than the pain, and even when blended together it felt incredible. She found herself wanting for more, as if the Gryffindor was the only one in the world who could provide her with what she needed. In truth, Harry probably was, and Sky wasn't thinking in only sexual terms. He never handled her as if she were something that would break, but instead seemed more content to test her durability. No matter what the pain was, that fact alone sent shivers of pleasure through her body, and flashed him a smirk. "First win to you I think."

Not waiting for an answer, she leaned upward to bite his neck softly, and rolled her hips so slowly it was clear she was teasing him again. Merlin how could something hurt so much and feel so damn good at the same time. The teen sucked on the bite mark she had created, and then, because she couldn't control herself any longer, she begged in a whisper to his ear, "Make me yours Harry."

There were a few really tense moments following his question. Skyler really looked like she was in pain, but Harry had no idea what to do about it. He should probably start by pulling back out of her, but a combination of her body tensing around him and how shocking this entire thing was kept him from being able to. Her hips twitched, but that must have been an automatic response, because she was still hissing in pain, not shuddering and moaning anymore.

Then she was touching his chest and the noise that accompanied it was better than the most recent ones. Next the hands wrapped around his neck, and she was shuddering and smiling again and everything was right in the world. Maybe sex always got off to a rocky start. Maybe he should have paid more attention to how much bigger he was compared to the other guys at that stupid game. It didn’t matter anymore. She was talking, and kissing him and wrapping her legs around his waist and everything was right in the world.

He kissed her back, the fire of the kisses somehow jolting him more with each successive one. Then the smirk was back, and he quickly answered it. So she was admitting defeat finally. Not that the admission was the important word in that sentence. The important word was first, as it there were many games and challenges to follow this one, probably spanning just about every aspect of their lives. Harry desperately hoped she would be able to win her share and keep challenging him in everything.

Then she was biting his neck, but softly, and rolling her hips into him, but slowly. If he had won and the game was over for now, why was she teasing him as hard as she possibly could in their current position? His smirk grew dangerously wide, the combination of the great feelings her teasing caused and the return of the game in his mind only making him want more.

She sucked his tender from the bite neck, and whispered wonderful things in his ear, and he had to do what she said. He had to make her his. That was the only thing that mattered right now. As that struck, he actively thrust into her, figuring that there was nothing to be gained from lying still and letting her slowly tease him to death. There was no real rhythm or pace to his motions, as he had no real idea how to achieve either of those things. Instead, he basically humped her as hard and fast as his body could handle, until he felt himself cumming inside her.

Even when that was done, he continued thrusting for a while longer, loving the feeling of being inside her and having her underneath him writhing in the pleasure that he gave her. Only when the quick and frantic pace he had established caught up to him and left him out of breath did he pull his softening member out of her slowly, smiling happily up at the witch who was so wonderful for him and to him. “My Impossible witch. My Skyler,” he whispered happily, settling down to lie next to her and hold her close, just enjoying the moment for however long she let him. Harry was sure she would bounce back up and they would be going on to the next thing soon.

Skyler had only a moment worth of coherent thought to think about how differently the sexual experience with Harry was compared to her previous ones. The work up to the actual sex part had had the Slytherin more wanting than she ever remembered being. Which meant she was closer to the tense and shuddering mass of pleasure she became during orgasm before the Gryffindor even started actually thrusting into her.

As soon as he did start pumping her though, all thought processes came to a screeching halt. Nothing else seemed to exist except the intense feelings boiling inside of her and threatening to explode, and the boy thrusting into her with reckless abandon and giving her exactly what she had begged him for. Not long after losing the ability to think, the brunette's head dropped back, loud moans being ripped from her lips, unable to do anything more than hang on for the ride Harry was taking her on.

The combination of his size mixed with his hard and fast pumps meant Sky's body was taking a beating it had never really been put through before, but Merlin did it feel amazing, even if it did hurt. At some point she was sure his next thrust into her would have him stabbing her in the heart, but she didn't care, nor did she want him to stop. The idea that he was taking her for his own finally, and doing it with such fierce desire, was too much on top of the incredible drilling he was giving her body, and every part of her body seemed to tense up at once, her toes curling as she screamed her orgasm, Harry's name on her lips.

The brunette felt him come to his release inside her and moaned even more. At that point, every part of her was on sensory overload, and just when she didn't think she could take much more, the Gryffindor continued his pumps, and Skyler could only close her eyes, getting lost in the pleasure the older boy continued to give to her. The Slytherin couldn't control the shuddering of her body anymore than she could control the feelings flowing freely through her now, and when Harry finally did pull out of her, she whimpered, not liking the feeling of loss it gave her. Clearly, if it was up to her, he would never not be inside her.

His whispered words had a happy little grin settling on her lips, and Skyler couldn't be in agreement more. She was his. Completely and irrevocably Harry's. Her very heart seemed to sing and rejoice at the fact, and a content and almost peaceful look fell over the teen as she turned into the Gryffindor's arms, snuggling into them and pressing her face against his chest and breathing in his scent happily. The teen just wanted to stay in his arms forever, and never leave them.

But of course, they had to move eventually. They still had to go to Diagon Alley, and she was sure sooner or later his housemates would star trickling back in, and Sky was not prepared to be caught naked with their hero by a grip of Gryffindors. Especially not Granger. Sighing softly, eyes still closed, the teen murmured to her..what was Harry to her now? Suddenly her eyes popped open, worry lacing the vibrant purple orbs. What if he didn't really want her as a girlfriend or anything? What if he wanted more like a friends with benefits type of thing? Or worse, what if this had all been just a spur of the moment, one time thing?

It was probably stupid of her to think such things, but Sky tended to allow her fears to grip her more than normal lately, and she could honestly say that she was terrified that the Gryffindor might not actually want her. Deep down she had had a sneaky suspicion that Draco hadn't either, or atleast decided at some point that he hadn't, and that was why he had snuck around with his cousin. That small insecure voice in the back of her mind whispered to her about how no one would want someone as weak and pathetic as her, and suddenly she desperately wanted her clothes back on, wanting to cover up the reminders of just why that was true.

Trying to keep the worry from her tone, she murmured softly, Harry? Do you think you could help me up? We should probably get going before your friends show up.." The Slytherin trailed off. Normally she would pull herself up, but her body ached just from staying still, and she very much doubted that she could get to a standing position on her own at the moment. When he had helped her to her feet, the brunette murmured a thank you, doing her best to shield her hideous scars as she walked over to her clothes.

Or tried to walk. The first step had her crying out softly, before she bit her lip, eyes going a bit wide, surprised by the pain she felt just by trying to walk. That was a new one. Sky was sure she had never not been able to walk after sex. The frustration she felt at this new challenge along with the panic she was suddenly feeling at being completely bare with the markings showing had her eyes prickling with tears. All she wanted was to cover them up before anyone else could see them, including Harry. Even if he had already seen them. Why did it have to be so hard all of a sudden?

Harry wasn’t certain that anything would ever beat the sound of the Slytherin witch screaming his name as she came undone. That was until she was just lying in his arms, naked but unashamed and seemingly completely at peace. Somehow, that might be even better. All in all, every part of this day had been downright amazing. It seemed beyond strange that it had started with them both forcing on bad smiles to try and hide how much they had been hurting the last few days.

Then her eyes flashed open, and it was totally not the look that Harry had expected in them. Her words were soft, but better than her eyes, and Harry helped her carefully to her feet, deciding to keep an eye on her but not say anything immediately. Maybe this was a normal reaction to having sex, especially sex that seemed painful at first. Maybe the worry in her eyes had just been Skyler taking a moment to be sure that he hadn’t actually hurt her and she just didn’t realize it in the heat of the moment.

Then she tried to walk, and it was clear that there was something wrong. Harry rushed to her, wrapping his arms around the witch’s ribcage from being and pulling her against him as gently as he could, his head going to rest on her shoulder. “Can’t have my new girlfriend in so much pain that she can’t get around,” he said, adjusting his arms so that he could scoop her up and carried her over to the couch they had both went over before, where he gently set her down so she was lying on her back with her head on the arm.

He scrambled over to his wand, and then back to the couch, where he summoned all the clothes that had ended up in different places around the room. Once they arrived, he eased Sky up to a sitting position, still along the length of the couch, and helped her into her bra. He used this as an opportunity to study the straps and figure out enough that his dexterous fingers would easily undo them next time.

Then he eased Sky’s panties on, so that if someone came in she would at least be marginally covered. He followed this by sliding into his own boxers, and then stood over the couch trying to figure out what he could do to ease her pain. Sadly, he had focused mostly on defensive magic, shields, and wards thus far. He was much better at stopping pain from happening than from fixing it afterwards. Still, he had picked up a few basics this summer, thinking of it as a kind of field first aid, since he ended up in life threatening situations so often. He needed to be able to keep himself and the people around him in one piece until they could get back to a proper healer.

He waved his wand over her general abdomen area, muttering a few words that would ease the pain and relieve any swelling that he had caused with whatever he had done wrong. Still, it had sounded like the good actively outweighed the bad, so as long as they could survive the day Harry could probably figure the rest of it out later. “Does that feel any better?” he asked, worry clear in his voice. “I’m sort of rubbish at healing spells, but it’s gotta be a better option than showing someone else.”

The moment his arms were around her, that sense of loss from the lack of contact between them disappeared, and Skyler's body immediately relaxed against his when he gently pulled her against him. Just the feeling of being in his arms seemed to soothe the teen, and his words had a relieved sigh escaping her lips, and she relaxed further, a soft smile playing on her lips. She quite liked the sound of him calling her that. Her brain snorted at her. Who was she kidding? She loved the sound of it, and she was being an idiot if she pretended otherwise.

That didn't mean the Gryffindor wouldn't earn one of her patented glares for picking her up like some damn doll. Merlin!! What was with these boys and them just scooping her off her feet like she weighed nothing anyways? "Hey!! Put me down!! I can walk just fine on my own thanks." She demanded of him haughtily, only to be deposited onto the couch she had scrambled over not too long beforehand. Granted, atleast Harry was gentle about it, and Skyler conveniently forgot that she had just cried out in pain when she had tried to walk in the first place.

Continuing to glare petulantly, she allowed herself to be eased into a sitting position, and tried to snatch her clothing from him, only to glare all the more at his stubborn need to apparently do it himself. "I can put my own clothes on you know. I do dress myself everyday." The brunette advised with a roll of her eyes, giving up and allowing him to do it only because she got the feeling that arguing with his stubborn self would only be a waste of time.

It only took a moment for the Slytherin to realize that Harry wasn't likely to give in to her demands to allow her to take care of herself half as much as Draco was. If the Gryffindor really wanted to win, he would, and no amount of her own stubbornness would stop him. The idea both excited her and made her, oddly enough, happy. Sky knew she was generally much too stubborn for her own good. The scars now marking her body were testimony to that stubbornness and how dangerous it could be. Harry had the potential to maybe offset that, seeing as he seemed determined to force her to allow him to take care of her in one way or the other.

Glaring now just for the hell of it, and so that he wouldn't catch on to the fact that she secretly enjoyed being taken care of, the teen grabbed her other clothes from him before he could start with those too. "I can do it. Merlin. It's only a bit of pain. I'm not blind and suddenly going to put my pants over my head." She advised him humorously, though in the next moment she was sighing in complete relief as he healed some of the discomfort she was feeling.

Placing a hand over her abdomen, the brunette grinned up at him gratefully. "Much better!! Thanks Bolt!!" She exclaimed much too quickly, only realizing what she had said after it had come out. Blinking, a blush formed on her cheeks and she determinedly avoided eye contact with the older boy as she pulled on the rest of her clothes. "Don't ask." She told him in a warning tone, hoping he wouldn't press the subject of the stupid nickname she had come up with for him. In all fairness, it did sound fitting in her mind. But it was supposed to have stayed there. Not come out of her mouth. Somehow, Sky felt like she was hoping in vain.

Standing to pull on her jeans, she could still feel a dull ache between her legs, one she could tell would make walking awkward. Now with clothes back on, and the worst of scars covered, the brunette felt a bit more secure of herself. But she wanted that stupid nagging voice in her head gone, and the Slytherin faced him with an unsure look in her purple eyes, biting her lip. "You really want me as your girlfriend? This wasn't some like, one time thing?" Skyler was sure it was probably the wrong thing to say the moment it left her mouth, but she couldn't really help it. Any insecurities she had in herself had been attacking her at the worst times with a vengeance since she's been attacked, and the teen couldn't rightly put together why the boy she was looking at would want her in the first place. Even if she did want him to more than anything.

She could glare and complain and roll her eyes all she wanted to. When the impossible little witch was in pain or in trouble or anything else not good Harry was going to take care of her. That was just a plain fact, and the Slytherin was going to have to learn to get used to it, because no matter how stubborn she was, Harry was worse.

He grinned as she finally gave in a relaxed a little, or at least cooperated with him instead of complaining so much. A relieved smile met the confirmation that his healing had in fact worked, only to be immediately replaced by a look of confusion. Why would she call him Bolt? Surely it had something to do with the scar on his head, but no one had ever in his life treated the scar like a good thing instead of a burden, so he had no idea why she would happily call him something to do with it. She said not to ask, though, so he wouldn’t, for now at least. He would bring it up some other time, though.

As she fussed with her clothes he put on his own, only then realizing that his little jacket thing must be back at the Leaky Cauldron, because it certainly wasn’t here. Her sweater had come when he summoned the clothes, even though it wasn’t with the larger pile, his had not. Hopefully Tom had grabbed it or something and he would get it back.

When she spoke with the worry back in her eyes a little Harry’s jaw might have actually dropped, he was so shocked by her words. His eyes flashed with an anger that he was trying very hard to control. “I don’t do anything just one time, Skyler Riddle,” he almost hissed, still fighting to stay under control and not start shouting. “Especially something as important as what we just did, with someone as important to me as you.”

He turned away for a second, breathing to calm himself down before he turned back. “I want you to be my girlfriend. If there was some kind of dating word stronger than girlfriend, I would want you to be that instead. I have wanted nothing but to be the guy living in your heart and making you happy for quite a while now, and now that I have you, I have no intention of ever letting you go. So get that through your impossible brain and get used to having me around, because I’m not going anywhere.”

With that he pulled her to him, gently in case she was still in pain, and kissed her, not gently at all. This kiss was hard, fiery and possessive, and his hands were hungrily on her body. Even if he was still sexually sated, he still wanted all of her, all the time. Finally, when he simply couldn’t hold his breath any longer he pulled away far enough to gasp down some air.

“Weren’t we supposed to be doing something important or other?” he asked her, when he finally had enough air to actually ask anything, giving her a cheeky grin with the question. They really should get back to London now and start getting things done. Probably.

So clearly it had definitely been the wrong thing to say, if his obvious anger was anything to go by. Skyler couldn't help but feel just a little bit excited when those green eyes flashed at her angrily, even if it did worry her. After all, she didn't want him to be mad, and hadn't meant to make him so either. But there was just something about how dangerous he looked when his eyes flashed that way that was incredibly arousing for the brunette. Call her insane, but it made her bite her lip against a whimper.

Part of her, the overly and insatiably curious part of her, wondered what the Gryffindor looked like when he was completely furious. The other part of her, the generally smarter part that she seemed to rarely listen to, told her she didn't ever want to find out. But of course, being the insane witch she was, Sky was leaning more towards her curious nature, as per usual, when Harry took the opportunity to look away and calm himself down. The Slytherin was almost disappointed. Almost. Because she was sure she enjoyed his words more than she would have enjoyed his anger.

With every word he spoke, it was like another piece of her was being put back into place. The teen took confidence from his words, pushing that stupid little voice that had put doubts there in the first place right out of her head. Now there was no doubt in her mind that he really did want her, and for keeps apparently. That was definitely something the brunette didn't mind at all. In fact, it was exactly what she wanted.

Another voice in her head whispered to her that at some point today she would need to think about the blonde boy she was still attached to. For a split second the teen wondered of she should mention that at all to the Gryffindor, but immediately decided against it. Her and Draco was between her and Draco, and there was nonsense in dragging Harry in the middle of it. Even if she was sure when she did break things off with the male Slytherin, because she was definitely going to that, that his dislike for and jealousy of Harry would backfire on that plan. But Sky was prepared to cross that bridge when she got to it.

For the time being, the brunette pushed that aside, mostly because thinking of the two boys at the same time seemed extremely wrong. Especially in light of what her and Harry had just done, and the words he was speaking. It wasn't that she didn't love Draco, because she did. But for once the brunette understood what people meant when they said there was a difference between loving someone, and being in love with someone. Although, she wouldn't say that out loud at the moment. That didn't make it any less true though.

Somewhere inside Skyler knew that Harry was not only what and who she wanted, but that the Gryffindor was exactly what and who she also needed. And Merlin could the boy ignite a passion in her that flooded her veins and burned her heart. Never had she ever felt so damn alive as when the older boy was kissing her like he did then, his hands roaming freely over her body. Every bit of his kiss said 'mine' and every touch of his fingers only reinforced the fact as they sent jolt after jolt, her body shuddering again against him.

Her eyes had long since been closed, and her arms had taken it upon themselves to snake up and around his neck as she kissed him back with a passion that only seemed to grow as the kiss continued. By the time Harry pulled back for air, the Slytherin was completely light headed and weak-kneed. An entirely new experience for her, but she was sure it was one she could quickly get used to as long as kisses like that accompanied it. Her stomach was swimming with what she could only refer to as butterflies, and her eyes stayed closed as she basked in his affections. "Wow." Sky murmured softly, a nearly awed grin settling on her lips.

And then he had to go and speak, and her lovely little bubble of bliss was popped as she had to really force her brain to work. "Huh?" Important? Wasn't kissing her senselessly important? She was sure it was. Her brain then had the nerve to snort at her. Apparently it seemed to find the fact that she hadn't taken very long to feel neglected very hilarious. Skyler shushed her mind to try and focus on what her Gryffindor has asked. It took a few moments for realization to finally sink in, and when it did purple eyes flashed open. "Oh right!! New wand!!"

A wide grin spread across her lips, and the brunette's old bubbly exuberance seemed to return, as she removed her arms her arms from his neck and practically bounced on her toes before him. "Can we go now? Please?" The teen nearly begged, grabbing his hand and tugging him over towards the fire. Or tried to anyways. After her first few steps the achey feeling between her legs made her certain that walking any kind of normal was going to be simply impossible. And she certainly wasn't going to explain it to him. That was just awkward and unnecessary.

But she wasn't going to go another day without a wand! Unfortunately, choosing between walking bandy legged or not having a wand for a while longer was not a happy idea for Sky. Biting her lip, the brunette glanced at Harry, and as she did, an idea struck her and her grin spread from ear to ear as she circled back around him and, hands griping his shoulders, she jumped up on his back. Squirming around a bit, the teen managed to get her legs wrapped and locked around his waist, and her arms hung loosely around his neck as she prepared to ride around piggyback style. It didn't really count as carrying, so it was ok. "Alright, now I'm ready Bolt." She advised him with a cheeky grin of her own.