Harley had easily determined that the day would be a drag. Of course, it was only halfway through, so there was still plenty of time to make a little something, something happen. She had actually managed to show up to her first class of the day only twenty minutes late, not that Snape cared. He had a personal vendetta against Gryffindors, and any little slip up was made into a huge commotion when the git was involved, and the lions usually paid up their arses for it.

In this case, the brunette had gotten a rather stellar tongue lashing about how his time was not to be wasted and blah, blah, blah. This wasn't made any better when the teen mocked him by making talking gestures with her hand and rolling her eyes, looking for all the world like she didn't give a flying..well, you get the picture. It was at this point that Harley was kicked from class, which was honestly a routine by now. Of course, it wasn't without the loss of a good chunk of house points, but the teen didn't really give a rats arse about points, and her entire house should be used to her losing her fair share by now anyways. If it ever bothered anyone, none of them spoke up about it. Except for maybe Granger, who's words only went in one ear and out the other.

Such was the life of Harley Knight. A steady flow of causing trouble and never listening to a word of correction about it afterwards. After all, why try fixing something that wasn't broken? In any case, it was amusing to the Gryffindor witch that Snape thought kicking her from class was an actual punishment. He really should have known better, but the teen supposed there was a chance he had just given up dealing with her making a mockery out of him. Whatever the case, the end results usually suited her just fine.

Of course, she couldn't very well leave without parting words. "Gee. Christmas must have come early for me." She retorted, turning back around carelessly and heading back out the door, at which point he yelled something about detention. The brunette snorted. Yea right. Like she was going to show up for that when she barely showed up for class. Who was he kidding? It might make one wonder how Harley hadn't been expelled yet, or how she actually managed to make it five years without flunking out or something, but she was a quick learner, and generally did well enough with learning things on her own. And she was honest in an almost brutal way, which made arguing with her a nightmare, so most of the professors didn't bother. Not to mention she never listened anyways.

With that accomplished, the teen decided to skip the rest of her classes altogether, and ended up back in Gryffie tower lounging around like the lazy teen she really was. She managed to quill a letter to her dad, asking him to make sure to take her bike for a spin every few days so the fuel pump didn't get clogged while she was away at school. Which she would send off at some point during the rest of her ditch day. The brunette had also managed to change from the stupid uniform of conformity they were forced to wear into something much more her.

This meant that she was now sporting a pair of army fatigue cargo pants, which were loose and baggy on her and seemed to only be hanging on upright by her hips. A small black shirt adorned her upper half, which read '4/20' in red letters across the chest, and showed a good amount of her midriff. Over which she had pulled on her usual red and black leather riding jacket, leaving it open in the front, and on her feet were a pair of combat boots that set off the outfit. Her hair was down and wildly free, and her wand in her jacket pocket along with her hands as she traipsed through the castle to see how many detentions she could receive that she wouldn't show up to.

Harley wasn't worried about grabbing lunch, because she wasn't much of a three meals a day person. She normally skipped either breakfast or lunch, and today she had managed breakfast, so the teen wasn't really hungry all that much. She still made her way downwards in the castle, earning two detentions by the time she hit the first floor. So that made three in one day, and the day was only half over. That was promising.

Glancing around, the brunette ducked into the deserted bathroom on the first floor. It was the perfect place to light one up, since no one ever went in there. Rumors of the Golden Trio using it as their lair were clearly false, since Harley had never met one of them in the loo that was usually haunted by the whiny Moaning Myrtle. Fortunately, the Gryffindor found no ghost that would disturb her peace as she pulled out a rolled up joint and sparked it to life with her wand.

Taking a smooth hit and holding in the smoke like a pro, the teen leaned back against one of the sinks, the sides of her jacket falling back a bit in the process to reveal more of her midriff that they had covered before, and the end of the tattoo she had recently gotten was on display on her right side, as it ran down her ribs. She tilted her head back, finally blowing out the smoke as the door swing open again. Harley turned her head enough to see who it was, blue eyes landing on a familiar person.

Oddly placed in the current room, but familiar nonetheless. She had only shared classes with him the last five years. Her lips turned up at the corners in a sporting grin. "A girl could be putting in a tampon Wonder Boy. The least you could do is knock before barging into a girls' loo." Clearly, the witch didn't come with a filter, not even where the Chosen One was concerned.

Snape had been a special kind of torture today. Well, Snape was always a special kind of torture. Lately all of the tortures in life seemed to be heightened, though. It had almost had it worth going to Defense class when Knight had strolled in exceptionally late and actively picked a fight with the castle’s greasy git. Sadly the fight was short, then she was gone, and Snape was in a foul mood, matched only by the equally foul mood that Hermione was in. She had managed to sit next to Harry, since he had forgotten to sit next to the wall for once, and spent the entire double lesson hissing nasty things about Harry’s girlfriend at him. Somehow Snape hadn’t heard any of this, but every time Harry tried to get her to shut up, the old bat was on him before he had even made a sound. As a result, he had thirty lost points and two detentions by the end of the lesson. Unfortunately, unlike Knight, Snape actually enjoyed torturing Harry, so he was forced to stick it out the entire lesson.

When the bell rang he sprinted for the door without waiting to be dismissed, losing Gryffindor five more points and earning himself a third detention. Still, it was worth it to get away. When he got to the Great Hall, he shoved a group of third years enough to take a seat in the middle of them, ensuring that Hermione could not sit anyway near him. Unfortunately, the plan backfired, as Hermione just spoke in yells to make sure that he heard the insults from the other side of the table. That meant half of the Great Hall also heard her, the girl she was yelled about probably among them.

He abandoned his lunch halfway through, when he reached the point that he couldn’t listen to anymore, accidentally shoving the kid sitting next to him to the ground as he got to his feet. This managed to earn him a fourth detention of the day, this one from his former best friend, who sprinkled it in between a few last warnings of all the bad things that would happen if he kept dating snakes. He stomped out of the Great Hall, not entirely sure where he was going until classes started again, just knowing it needed to be where she wouldn’t look.

He hadn’t walked far when he came face to face with just the place. He seemed to always end up in Myrtle’s bathroom when he needed to hide. No one came in here after all, thanks to its crazy permanent inhabitant. This time, though, when he pushed the door open he was met with a voice that did not belong to the annoying ghost and a body the weird girl never could have dreamed of. He somehow doubted that cargo pants and combat boots usually looked sexy, but they certainly did on his housemate who had mad the more interesting of the two scenes he had witnessed today. The short shirt and half off jacket certainly didn’t hurt, and Harry found himself wondering what the rest of that tattoo said.

Somehow he thought this was the one person that wouldn’t be annoying invading his hiding place. “Any witch daffy enough to mess about with a tampon in this bathroom instead of the one a couple of halls over deserves to give me the look that would imply,” he said, smirking in spite of himself. It helped that the smell coming from the cigarette she was holding had a familiar sweetness that reminded him of George and Charity behind the shop, when they thought he wasn’t watching. That sounded like just what he needed with the day he was having. “You’re gonna share that, right? I need it. I think I’m ahead of you on detentions and points lost both for the day.”

Harley returned his words with a snort, bringing the joint back to her lips as a smirk curled them, taking a long drag. She was sure he was waiting for some kind of response. Not that she cared. She shrugged her shoulders, her jacket falling just that much more as she inhaled the smoke. "Maybe." The teen managed as she continued to hold the smoke in, waiting another few moments before blowing it out. There was no choking on it. Not when it came to the Gryffindor bad girl.

"Or maybe you spend your time rescuing poor unknowing virgins from the terror of tampons, Wonder Boy. Sounds like a heroes work to me." The teen grinned at her housemate, her tone a joking, almost teasing one. "The headlines would read, 'Chosen One saving the virgins of the world fearlessly one evil tampon at a time'. Don't work too hard now though Wonder Boy. I'm no virgin." Harley winked at the other Gryffindor, easily mocking the world who determined everything the boy-hero did front page news. "Might want to think about getting rid of those specks for your photo op though. You look like a fucking idiot keeping them since you could just get those eyes of yours fixed."

Not that she really cared all that much. She certainly didn't go out of her way to read anything about Potter, much less give him a second glance. Nor did she take the time to read the paper. But she wasn't deaf, nor stupid. In the past five years she couldn't really remember having one actual conversation with the boy, that was for sure. Not to say she hadn't. She very well could have, and it just wasn't anything interesting enough to have it sticking out. He may be the Boy-Who-Lived and all, but Harley wasn't impressed or interested by titles. Especially not ones the world established. It could be a bit ungrateful of her since he seemed to be determined to save the world from whatever dark path it was heading into, but that was his deal. Not hers. It wasn't like she was asking him to do it. Harley was perfectly capable of taking care of herself. Had been doing it for years more or less, and the cruelties the world offered weren't something she was a stranger to.

She was a bit surprised that he apparently wanted to join in on her smoking, but shrugged it off easily. She didn't know him, and for all she the brunette knew Potter might toke it up all the time. Merlin could only hope. The Gryffindor witch rather doubted it though. Not when he was in the constant company of Follow-The-Rules-Granger. "You smoke Potter? Huh. There's one I didn't see coming. Not with Granger around though right? Now there's a witch who needs to light one up. Or take a hard cock. Either would probably work."

Shrugging again as if to say 'whatever then', Harley took another hit herself, a grin spreading across her lips as she pushed away from the sink and approached the boy. One way to find out for sure wasn't there? Without further ado, the brunette pressed her lips to his forcefully until his own mouth opened enough for her to exhale the sweet tasting smoke into his mouth, letting her tongue lick at his for a moment before pulling back to smirk at him. "Let's see what you got then Wonder Boy." It wasn't every day someone surprised her enough to warrant actual attention, so the teen was a bit interested to see what other little secrets Potter might be have lurking underneath the 'hero of the world' cover.[/color]

Harry snorted in something like dismissal as Harley ranted against his famous persona, but in truth it was refreshing to hear. For the last few years, probably since the moment his name had shot out of the damn goblet two years ago this week, he had been more a persona than a person. Even his friends and the adults in the Order who he had been around for years were treating him differently. Harley clearly saw him for what he was, and she was not at all impressed. She didn’t think he was crazy, or unstable, or a liar, or any of the other things who hated him said. At least, it didn’t look that way. She just really wasn’t impressed.

He didn’t say anything at all about her inquiries. If he admitted to her that he had never smoked before, she would either not let him smoke, or would at least give him more hell than he wanted to take. If he tried to talk about Hermione’s attempts to control his life, he was going to hit something besides the joint. And if he tried to talk about her need to have sex or loosen up, it would lead back to the terrible crush she had on him, and then he would hit something besides the joint.

He was trying to figure out something he could say still when she pushed up off of the sink she was leaning against. She seemed to still have a mouth of smoke, so he wasn’t sure why she was coming over to him, unless she was sick of him already and was going to blow the smoke in his face. She leaned towards him, and he snapped his eyes closed so the smoke wouldn’t blind him, so he had no idea what was happening when she pressed her lips against his. Instinct kicked in and he kissed her back without stopping to think about it, only to nearly choke as sweet smelling smoke filled his mouth and burned his throat.

As she pulled away, he wanted to cough the smoke out, but it clicked in his head that this was a challenge. His eyes watered, but he swallowed down the cough before it could escape, blowing out a little of the smoke through his nose with a winning smirk on his face. “So, do you kiss every boy who stumbles in on you here, or I am just special?”

He stopped, frowning thoughtfully, though those thoughts already seemed to be moving slower than normal. George had insisted he not smoke with them while he was still depressed over Sirius, but told him they could smoke next time he was in London, as long as he promised not to try it before going to class, This must be why.

“So, all that stuff about saving the world and trying to get into the paper, that’s not really what I’m about, Hot Stuff,” he said. “Kind of the opposite, actually. If I never hit the front page again, my life would probably be better.”

Harley waited for a reaction that just didn't come. There was no surprise. No shock. No laughing. No defensiveness. Just a fat lot of nothing. Odd, she thought that was. How often did one tell the Wonder Boy that his best friend needed to take a hard cock, anyways? But the teen didn't waste time on being any kind of surprised by it, and instead shrugged it off. She didn't care enough to actually have any expectations of him as far as a reaction went. She just found it...boring.  

Of course, the brunette would never think it had anything to do with her usual blunt and honest vocabulary being lacking. That was pretty much second nature to the Gryffindor witch, and never failed, so she knew for sure it wasn't that. Perhaps Potter was really just a drag. That was probably a hell more likely. The boy didn't really seem all that interesting to her. Sure, there was the famous history he represented, and he always seemed to be causing some kind of catastrophe or trouble. Harley would give him credit for that, atleast.  But from where she was standing, he didn't seem to have a whole lot of depth.

Therefore, his smirk earned a lazy roll of her blue eyes. "Don't flatter yourself Wonder Boy. Heroes aren't my thing, and I would hardly call that a kiss. If you do, you're doing something wrong." She advised in a bored drawl, resuming her position against the sink, hardly giving him a second look. At this point, he could leave and she wouldn't bother with so much as a parting word. Hell. Atleast Snape earned those. The brunette took another smooth drag from the joint and figured, what the hell, holding it out for him to take. If Potter wanted to smoke, he'd probably be in for a big surprise once he hit it good and hard, since it was clear to her even without him coughing or choking on the smoke that he had never smoked before.

Not that she was about to warn him. The brunette was no ones caretaker. She was sure that's what he had Granger around for anyways. He earned another careless shrug of her shoulders for his words, the term 'Hot Stuff' he used for her barely registering in her now nicely buzzing mind. "Well hell, Wonder Boy. Congratulations on bitch slappin' the world with that statement in a nearly empty bathroom. Now shut the hell up about saving the world before you kill my high." Her words started out almost sarcastically, but there was no bite to them. Just an honest and lazily bored drawl again.

Basically everything he said and did got at most a shrug or a roll of the eyes from Harley. His first thought was that maybe she was just acting bored because she was boring and had basically nothing to say. That didn’t seem right, though. She certainly had plenty to say to people like Snape when they got on her nerves. The problem must be Harry somehow.

He shrugged himself, closing the distance between himself and the perch she had established and taking the joint from her. In the process, he noticed that she was leaning against the tap with the snake carved into the faucet. He supposed if he really wanted to impress her he could start speaking Parseltongue. Hell, maybe he could even show her the Chamber of Secrets. Harry was fairly sure Dumbledore had said he was sealing it up, but then the Headmaster said a lot of things to Harry that turned out to be lies, or at least very interesting versions of the truth.

He leaned against the next sink over, taking a small pull from the joint and holding it out to her as he kept the smoke in his mouth, trying to mirror what he saw from his housemate. By the time she took the damn joint back, his throat felt burnt raw and he had to blow out the part of the smoke that he hadn’t swallowed yet to keep from choking on it. Apparently it was harder without the kiss and blow part. Still, when the choking feeling faded, he was left with a pleasant buzzing feeling in his head and the idea that everything would be cool if he just calmed down. Maybe he should smoke this stuff more often.

One thing was still bothering the buzzing in his brain. She had challenged his ability as a kisser somewhere in there, he was sure of it. That could not be allowed. Not that Harry really knew whether he was that good of a kisser or not, but if some hot girl told him he was kissing wrong he was going to prove to her that he wasn’t.

“Why don’t I just show you a real kiss, then?” The words were a question, but his tone left little room to argue, as if she would really want to argue with him. In three steps with a turn in between the last two he was against her sink instead of his own. Or, well, he was really against Harley, since she was still the one actually touching the sink. His lips pressed against hers in an insistent, bruising way. One hand went to her waist, tugging her flush against him, while the other went to her hair, tangling in it and holding her in place. He licked across her lips sensually, and barely waited for her mouth to come open before sliding his tongue in to dance with hers far more gracefully than his feet ever could.

He broke the kiss only when his lungs were desperate for air, since that seemed to be the best way to do it, and settled against the side of his sink this time, so that he was much closer to her than before. “Still think I’m kissing wrong, Hot Stuff?” he challenged her, aggressive smirk finding its way back to his face. That felt nice and the happy buzzing was really settling in now. He was certain that he had been upset when he came in here, but he couldn’t remember why to save his life. Nothing in the world seemed important enough to get mad about.

Harley took the joint back from him without a word, bringing it to her lips for another long drag. This was much better than dealing with the mass of idiots in the great hall, or being in any class. Potter might still be an idiot, but atleast for the time being he was a quiet idiot. That worked for now. The teen wasn't interested in whatever little mellowdrama him and his friends had cooked up lately. If the boy were any kind of smart he would tell the world to fuck off and save themselves.

Blowing the smoke she had been holding in, the Gryffindor witch was about to say just that, but his question drove her own words away for the moment. Not forgetting though. Just placed on the backburner in her mind in favor of the smirk tilting her lips. She watched him with mild amusement and doubt playing in her blue eyes as he moved toward her. "Bet you would enjoy the chance eh, Wonder Boy?" The brunette taunted, as he drew ever near her, until she was pinning her between him and the sink.

Well this was better than his yapping and complaining. His lips clashed against hers in a rough way, not that Harley would complain. All the best things in life came with a bit of rough around the edges. He was lucky he started out that way. If it had been some soft, sweet kiss, he would've found himself lying on the floor with broken specs. So, so far, not too shabby. The hand on her hip pulling her flush against him wasn't a bad addition to the overall effect, nor was the hand in her hair that held her face to his.

All in all, not a bad representation of what a real kiss should be, if she were being judge. Which she was. There was no real heat to it though. No passion behind it, to give it that extra bit of something. But Harley supposed it was good enough to allow her own tongue to play with his lazily. It was mildly entertaining to the girl that he seemed to feel the need to prove her wrong. Clearly he was like the rest of the sheep. Caring about what anyone else thought.

When he finally pulled back the brunette took in a slow breath, regaining all the air he had stolen simply enough and smirking back at him with a roll of her eyes, shrugging as she took another hit from the joint and held it out for the boy who was now closer than he had been before. "It's not half bad, Wonder Boy. You might be kissing the wrong witch though." Harley replied once she had released the smoke into the room. Looking at him, she have him a once over. There wasn't much to be impressed with, but hell, she had nothing better to do anyways.

So she shrugged out of her leather riding jacket, letting it drape over the sink and approached him this time. Sure. The teen knew he was attached. The whole damn school knew. But it wasn't Harley's job to feel guilty about things. If Potter was going to kiss her, he could deal with the consequences it had to his relationship on his own. Harley certainly wasn't going to concern herself with it. If he wanted to stick around for some fun, well now that she was good and stoned she was willing for a little fun herself. "But don't worry, Wonder Boy. I don't kiss and tell." With that, she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for rough and hot kiss, her tongue immediately slipping into his mouth to dominate.

The Gryffindor witch wasn't one to slow down once she got started, and her hands easily went to his trousers, popping the button and undoing his fly to slip a hand down them and grab his member with ease, squeezing it none too gently. If he stopped now, Harley would just figure what the hell and move on to the next one. No sense in playing with a broken toy when there were so many out there. She pretty much expected this to be the case. Potter had always been a pretty straight arrow type of bloke. She seriously doubted the Golden Boy of Gryffindor had it in him to join the cheaters of the world.

The shrugging and eye rolls just didn’t go away. Harry was beginning to seriously consider the idea that the witch he was hanging out with had some bizarre medical condition that made her incapable of being impressed. He took the joint back and puffed on it thoughtfully as he listened to her words, holding it back out for her to take. His head was spinning more from the joint than from the kiss, which he thought might not be necessarily a good thing. “I think the rest of that is all you, Hot Stuff,” he said as he waited for her to take it.

Still, his fuzzy brain was saying that her words had been the most positive she had said to him, he thought as he exhaled the sweet smoke. The positive thing wasn’t the only thing she said, but the rest of it was pretty confusing. No one else had challenged his kissing ability. In fact no one else was even here. Who else did she want him to kiss, the bloody ghost that had somehow kept the ability to cry and be annoying in the afterlife?

Then the last thing she said finally clicked home. He was pretty sure from tv that kiss and tell had something to do with cheating on a wife or something. No one here had one of those.

Then that too clicked home in his foggy brain. She meant the Impossible little snake. Of course she did. Harry was only supposed to kiss her. Even kissing another witch to prove a point was definitely not allowed. Part of him was already extremely ashamed of what he had done. Another part of him wasn’t sorry at all. It wasn’t like he loved Harley the way he did Sky; it was just a challenge that he had risen to. Both parts were extremely grateful that his girlfriend did not have to find out about it. She would either kill him, kill Harley, or both.

When had she gotten back in front of him and where had her jacket gone? What little thought his buzzed brain was capable of disappeared right there as she was kissing him again and he kissed her back. This time he wasn’t trying to prove anything, he was just trying to kiss her, losing himself in the battling dance of their tongues. By the time the kiss broke his pants were undone and there was a hand inside them that was most definitely not his own. He groaned at the rough squeeze, the combination of that and the snogging already working him well towards erect.

“If I’m not supposed to be kissing you, I’m guessing that I’m really not supposed to be doing what you’re making me want to do to you now,” he breathed out at her with a little smirk. “Not that you would want any part of some hero who’s only half of a kisser anyway.” Still, he didn’t move himself or her hand, and his face made it clear that he was willing to anything and not tell that she was going for. It just wouldn’t be quite as easy as she had been banking on, maybe.

Mm. Potter sure could kiss, Harley would give him that. Not out loud, of course. Maybe it was because he wasn't trying to prove anything that time, and instead was just in the heat of the moment, and actually wanting to snog. There was a difference. A kiss just to kiss was only that, and it held no real passion or feeling behind it. Not even the want to do it. So it was a half-assed kiss to start with, and exactly the one he had given her at first. Which was exactly why the teen had called it not half bad. He had the technique and all down right, she supposed. But there hadn't been any feel behind it that made her get hot and bothered like a good kiss should.

The Gryffindor witch hadn't bothered explaining any of that to him though. She wasn't a bloody professor, thank Merlin. And she had better things to do than coach the Golden Boy on kissing. But this second time around was a bit surprising, as he kissed back and played with her tongue with his. There was actual feel to this kiss, the actual want to be performing the action, and that made a world of difference when added to the fact that something about it left her lips and tongue tingling surprisingly pleasantly when it came to an end. It made her wonder if she'd get the same reaction if he used his mouth on her southern set of lips...

Harley could feel the heat begin to pool between her own legs as she stroked his hardening rod up and down, working on bringing it to full mast. Bloody hell it was a big one. Who the hell knew the hero was carrying around such a big cock anyways? Probably his dorm mates. None of which she associated with. The brunette tended to run with the older crowd, and rarely did she bother with blokes her own age. The Quidditch team? Another group of house mates she had no reason to be around. Either way, it seemed that all of Potter's hero work wasn't because he was overcompensating for anything. The teen had wondered that a few times...

"Fuck, Wonder Boy, does this thing even stop growing? At least you got a big dick to make up for the rest of your scrawny arse. Or are you hiding muscles under all the clothes as well?" Some might call the Gryffindor witch a bit..brutal, with her words, and the bluntness of them, but Harley didn't give a...well, you get the idea. Life was too short to not say what the bloody hell one wanted to say, and to be honest, she just simply didn't care about hurting anyone's feelings. Why would she? Most of the damn castle referred to her as some slag, and while it hardly bothered her, it made absolutely nonsense to her to try and make nice with the same people who said things like that behind her back. Besides, it said more about them than it did about her anyways, and at least she had the balls to say whatever it was she had to say to their faces.

It was mildly amusing that most if not all of the female population at Hogwarts seemed to think that something so trivial as their words would mean anything to her. It was rather sad really, and Harley almost pitied the brainless twats that giggled and pointed when she passed them in the corridors amongst whispers probably referring to whatever slutty act she was supposed to have committed lately. As if the entire world revolved around the gossip they spread. It always left her with a smirk on her lips. So many of them would enter the cruel world she had grown up in sooner or later, and then they'd see who would get the last laugh. The brunette had her money on herself.

But that was neither here nor there at the moment, when she had her hand moving up and down his massive erection, alternating squeezes with pumps as she quirked a brow at the boy, returning his smirk with her own. "Shoulda, coulda, woulda, Wonder Boy. That's how regrets happen." Without further ado, the brunette gave his member one last, rough squeeze before pulling her back out of his slacks, reaching down with both of her own to pull her shirt off, tossing it carelessly over her jacket on the sink she had rested it on, leaving her in her cargo pants and and black bra.

She was nothing but confidence as she took a stance that showed off her tattoo that ran along her ribs on the right side of her body. "Life only happens once, Wonder Boy, and I spend it doing whatever the hell I want, when I want, and I don't much care about whether I should of shouldn't. And your right. I don't want anything to do with heroes. But I do want to see if you actually know how to use that thing between your legs or if you just send witches to the hospital wing because it didn't come with instructions."

Harley grinned unrepentantly for her comments, not at all ashamed of her outspoken words or the fact that she didn't sugarcoat them to make them nicer. She spoke her mind and she didn't bothering editing either. "So we know you want to. And apparently we know that you shouldn't. The only question left is if you're actually gonna play, or if you're gonna be a good, loyal lion. I don't really care either way. If you don't play, someone else will. So it's not really my loss no matter what."

She shrugged carelessly, though she'd be lying if she said she wasn't a bit curious and interested as to where this might actually go. So far she had gotten him smoking and snogging. She didn't see why not just go the full mile and add the fucking, but hey, she wasn't the one in a relationship. Didn't care to be either. Harley wasn't the type to be held down. But to each their own.

It seemed that Harley was going to rise to the challenge that Harry presented by giving his cock all of the attention it could possibly handle. If she kept going in the direction that she was, maybe it would be exactly as easy as she had been banking on. Not that he had any room to complain, considering that there was a very interesting witch currently doing a wonderful job of pumping and squeezing him. He focused all his attention on not moaning at the attention and not rocking his hips to aid her. Merlin, Knight knew how to work a cock. That didn’t mean Harry had to tell her so, though.

He was forced to give in, letting out a throaty groan at her rough final squeeze that ended abruptly as she removed her hand and stepped away. Now why the hell was she doing that for? Oh, to take her shirt off. That was certainly a good thing, and the fully tattoo was definitely cool, even if the idea seemed a little bit laughable to him. “Only once, huh?” he asked sarcastically, eyes taking her newly more exposed body in all the same. “I was kind of hoping I would get two or three chances at it.”

Still, the wording on her admittedly sexy looking tattoo didn’t seem like the most important thing for him to comment on. “I think you got it to grow all the way,” he said, the smile growing into a crooked grin. “We can always check, though.” With that kicked off his shoes, allowing the pants and boxers to slide off of his body and onto the floor below. He looked down and then back up with a smirk. “Yep, it’s definitely grown all the way now. As for hidden muscles…” He pulled off his own shirt, revealing that while he wasn’t insanely built like some blokes, he also wasn’t the scrawny little thing he had been when he arrived at the castle and that many still assumed him to be. “Yeah, I guess those have grown too.”

Now he was naked, and if there had been a time for turning back, it was way past gone. Sadly, Harley was still in her cargo pants, boots, and a bra. That would need to be dealt with. After all, he was convinced that she could show more emotion than an eye roll and a shrug in regards to him, and he intended to prove it, if only to himself. It certainly didn’t hurt that she looked the way she did and had made him feel the way she had, or that the pleasant buzzing was still dominating his brain, making thinking too much really hard to do.

His hands trailed over her ribs, tracing the tattoo lightly as he tried to figure out what he should be doing next. He had only been with one girl, and she was barely more experienced than him, so there hadn’t been a lot of pressure on him before. Harley probably had a lot more idea of what she liked than Sky did, so he wasn’t sure she would tolerate the fact that he was experimenting and still didn’t really knew what he was doing yet. She also didn’t care about him the way Sky did, so if he hurt her like he had Sky the first time, she was likely to make him hurt in return instead of just going with it until it felt good.

Luckily, though his brain recognized the pressure that was there, it was still far enough under the buzzing that it didn’t stop him or anything. From her side, his hand made it to the button of her pants, undoing it and unzipping them, pulling her down to the floor with him hovering over her and one arm underneath her back so that he could control her landing and keep it from being painful. He smirked up at her challengingly, trying to think of a way to ensure that he didn’t cause her a lot of unfixable pain and half hoping that she would give him some clue before he had to act and risked doing something wrong.

Harley rolled her eyes at his sarcastic remarks. "Ya, Wonder Boy. Once. Almost dying doesn't count as dying. Merlin. You really are thick aren't you?" It was never more apparent than at that moment that the teen didn't care one wink about the boy hero and his many brushes with danger and death. And that she wasn't at all impressed by it. Why would anyone be impressed by someone idiot enough to risk their life over and over again for people who didn't even care enough to even support him as he did?

Sure, the brunette wasn't a gossip, but she had paid attention enough to know that the fickle world in which they lived had turned it's back on Potter more than once over the years. Not to mention all the dumbasses they went to school with. If it had been Harley, she would've flashed the world her middle finger and told them to sit on it and rotate, followed by telling them to save their own sorry arses. But that was just her. And with her words and actions, everyday she did actually manage to tell the world 'fuck you'. She prided herself on that fact.

She snorted at the boy's grin, but couldn't help returning it with one of her own as she watched him kick his shoes and pants off, along with his boxers, under the ruse to see if his boner was actually at full potential. Harley hadn't really doubted it was, but it was amusing to see him so eager to show himself off. Her snort this time around was accompanied by an eye roll to go with it. Though her grin never faltered as her eyes unashamedly looked over his body, quirking a brow at him.

""Well hell Wonder Boy. You do have muscles. Lucky for you, you do. Couldn't imagine finding a sack of bones attractive. Much less want to fuck it." The Gryffindor witch didn't waste any time in letting her hands wander over said muscles, fingers whispering over his abs and up his chest, a small smirk tilting her lips as she felt his hands on her own body. The boy seemed hesitant, which normally would annoy Harley to the point where she would simply leave.

Fortunately for the boy-who-lived, he had garnered enough of her interest for her to not be so hasty as to leave before giving him a test drive. Also fortunate for the Gryffindor male was that he finally made his move and worked on undoing the button and zipper of her cargo pants and proceeded to pull her to the ground beneath his naked and admittedly sexy body. There was also something to be said for the slight cloudiness of her brain, the gentle buzz doing much to heighten her senses and sexual desire.

Harley didn't waste any time in returning his smirk, one hand reaching down between them to wrap her fingers around that hard rod of his to pump it a few strokes. "Guess that means you're gonna play huh, Wonder Boy? A word to the wise though, in order to play this game, we both need to be naked. So either take off the rest of my clothes so we can see what this cock of yours can do, or move your arse so I can take them off myself and make you regret not doing it yourself."

Harry ignored the comment about almost dying the best he could. He had been trying to make a joke, not thinking about the hero thing, but obviously it was a sore subject with this the biker chick for whatever reason. If they hung out anymore in the future he would have to be sure that he didn’t say anything that could even loosely be tied to it. Even if he was trying to get her riled up, it didn’t get her any sort of fun kind of riled up, so it was to be avoided.

Still, if he was reading her right she was getting more interested as they went along. He was still determined to get more than snorts, shrugs, and eye rolls out of her, but he was now entirely sure that they were not honest shows of boredom. She just kept her emotions to herself for whatever reason. Maybe once he got her to show some genuine emotion his next mission would be to find out why she worked so hard to hide what she felt. That was a project probably better accomplished with their clothes on, though.

Right now he was naked and there were hands running over the muscles of his upper body and that was the only thing that he wanted to deal with. Harry quirked a brow at her threat to take off the rest of her clothes herself. He wasn’t entirely sure how her getting naked could possibly be a bad thing, but decided it was best not to find out. As a result, his hands moved subtly, pushing her pants and the panties underneath them off in a fluid motion so that they were on the floor underneath them and her bra was the only piece of clothing left at all.

He captured her lips in a deep kiss, his tongue battling hers as his hands went to her back to unhook the bra and then slowly up to her shoulders to remove it. With that accomplished, each hand went to an exposed breast, the thumb and pointer finger on each one giving the nipple a small but insistent pinch. All the while, his tongue kept slowly and passionately playing with hers. Apparently his goal now was to give her as many good things to focus on at the same time as he could, that way maybe she wouldn’t notice how he was still trying to figure out what he was doing.

At the same time, he lined his member up with her and slowly pushed his way in. He was finally learning that sex did not need to be as hard as he could possibly go to feel good, and if he went slowly at first, he stood a better chance of not injuring her in some way or other. He got the distinct feeling that if she wanted something different, Harley was perfectly capable of taking control of the encounter once she had adjusted to his size.

He broke the kiss, grinning happily down at her and panting a little bit. “You’ll have to tell me what exactly you want my cock to do to you.” He paused for a moment of hazy thought. “Or I guess you could show me.”

Finally. They were getting somewhere. It was about damn time too, because Potter's slow arse was driving Harley to say the hell with it and leave the boy hanging, heading back to her dorm where she could get herself off. Sure, it wasn't exactly as satisfying as when one had a partner to do that, but it worked, and took off the edge. That's all the teen really wanted. Because sex was just sex to Harley. It was never emotional, with the exception of pleasure.

To the Gryffindor witch, it was just two people satisfying that carnal desire. Two people seeking out to satisfy one of the many human needs. End of story. It always made her roll her eyes when people tried to make it more than that. As if it should be some life changing moment or some shit. It was just stupid. It wasn't anything more than fulfilling a physical need. Anyone who said otherwise was just an idiot.

Either way, at least the other Gryffindor finally got things moving before she had to take action herself. That was good, because people rarely enjoyed when Harley did that. It was highly unlikely the boy-hero knew anything along those lines though, given that they kept such different circles of...company. The brunette was more likely to think that, aside from knowing that she more often than not skipped lessons, and when she didn't she got kicked from them, Potter knew next to nothing about her. That suited her just fine though. It was the way she liked it.

Another thing she liked? How his fingers pinched her nipples, causing her body to easily arch up into the contact as she groaned into his mouth, most likely pushing vibrations through it from the sound. But the kiss was slow, almost lazy, and while Harley was a lion, and possibly the laziest one of them all, when it came to sex, she wasn't for that. Sure, she enjoyed it as much as the next person, but she didn't need to spend an hour doing something that should only take fifteen minutes at tops. In this case, it wouldn't surprise her if it took only five. Hell, it wouldn't surprise her if the boy accidentally came just from being inside her, as the rather tentative yet insistent pushing into her with his cock was a dead giveaway to his inexperience.

Speaking of which, as big as that thing looked, it actually had the decency to feel even bigger as it made it's way inside her, causing the teen to tense up a bit and grit her teeth just slightly. It was times like this when she was glad she had a high tolerance for pain, one built up over many years. Ya, it hurt alright. But the brunette knew the kind of pleasure that could come from it once she had adjusted to the size of the member now inside her.

Her eyes had closed sometime during his initial push into her, but it was a good few moments before the whole thing was finally nestled inside her waiting cavern, which was warm and slicker than slick in anticipation for it. Harley was unashamed of her bodily reactions when aroused, as they were natural, and should technically be taken as a compliment to her partner. Witches weren't like blokes, a pussy wasn't like a cock. A cock was fickle, getting itself all hard and springing to attention at the slightest hint of sexual activity. A pussy had to be turned on and worked up, and not everything was a turn on for one, unlike the male anatomy, which felt air hit it and boing! You've got an erection. Idiot males.

For instance, unnecessary chatter was a complete turn off, and Harley groaned as her eyes opened just so that she could roll them at the boy positioned over her. Maybe if he was doing something other than grinning down at her like some fool the teen would've been a bit more forgiving or lenient, but apparently Wonder Boy just didn't get the concept of a bloody quickie, which, by definition, was supposed to be quick. Harley decided to take matters into her own hands, not because he suggested it, but because he was a frustrating idiot who apparently hadn't the first clue as to how to have sex.

The brunette used her hands to push at his shoulders, and her legs to push at his hips, until she had successfully rolled them so he was on his back beneath her, and she was sitting on top of him. This position was better as far as she was concerned, as she was in control, and could feel him fill her to the hilt as his member was sucked deep inside her. A throaty moan escaped her lips then, even as she reached beneath then both to grab her panties, ball them up, and stuff them into his stupidly grinning mouth. There. One problem solved.

"You talk way too much Wonder Boy. Now just shut up and enjoy the ride before you turn me off completely and earn yourself a case of blue balls." Harley told him with a smirk as she ground her hips into his in circles, sinking as far down onto him as possible while she let her head drop back and her eyes close. At the same time, her hands began to wander over her body, one coming up to tweak at a nipple, making her moan and bite her lip, while the other reached down to stimulate her clitoris while she started to lift up and down his massive erect poll.

Clearly, the teen wasn't at all dependent on him to find the pleasure she was searching for, as it was obvious she was practiced in knowing exactly what she wanted, and how she wanted it. As such, Harley rolled her hips every time she dropped back down on him, effectively creating a very intense friction while she rode him. She also flexed her muscles around his member, squeezing her walls around his penis off and on while she moved above him, teasing her sensitive nub all the while and moaning from the pleasure she was deriving from it all as she moaned vocally.

The moaning into his mouth let Harry know that he was on the right track with his overwhelm her with lots of different good things strategy. She tensed a little and closed her eyes, but there was nothing of the sheer pain that had marked his first time with Sky, which meant the idea of pushing into her slowly was also a good one. And Merlin, did she feel good. He didn’t know if it was the drugs, the danger, or what, but thinking about it too long or hard would probably ruin it somehow.

Or maybe he already had, since the groan he got next sounded more like she was annoyed with her than enjoying herself like she had been. Plus the damn eye rolling was back. He would find a way to stop that, even if it wasn’t today that he did so. There was just no decent reason to be that bored with him, especially in the middle of something as exciting as sex.

Plus, she was still showing definite interest in the sex, as she took his suggestion and rolled with it, kind of literally. He let out a moany gasp as she finished the roll on his back and slid even further into her. He had no idea it was possible to be this deep inside and she was so tight around him he felt like he was going to black out into the pleasure of it.

Part of him wanted to immediately spit out the panties she shoved into his mouth and do something about that. The fighting part of him was deeply buried under the part of him caught up in the scent of her arousal on the panties, the feeling of her on top of him, and the uniquely amazing situation that he was getting from her taking so much of his control away from him like this.

Still, he couldn’t let her do everything by herself, no matter how hot it was watching her play with herself as she rode him or how amazing she felt tightening and rolling around on each crash down into him. There must be something that he could do to help things along and make things better for her.

After a few seconds of simply staring at her and groaning in pleasure at her work, it hit Harry and he began throwing his hips in time to push even more deeply into her as she crashed down into him. At the same time, he used one hand to push hers aside from her clit, replacing her ministrations to the sensitive nub with his own, mirroring what she had been doing before, but with his stronger, rougher fingers. He could make her moan louder and maybe even scream her pleasure from this encounter, and he would use every new trick she was teaching him to do it.

Harry was so caught up in his pleasure and in the challenge of proving his worth as a sexual partner that his orgasm snuck up on him entirely and he came inside of her almost without realizing it. Still, he continued teasing and rubbing at her clit and continued matching her thrusts with his own. Her moans and such were far too good for him to give up just because he was finished. He would go until she was finished too as long as he was able to stay up.

It took Harley only a few short moments of riding on Potter's rather enjoyable member and working her fingers over her own sensitive button to bring herself to her first round of euphoria. It wasn't hard, now that she was in full control of the encounter and her eyes were closed so she didn't have to see his stupidly grinning face. There was also the added factor that she had managed to effectively shut him up, so she also didn't have to suffer his incessant chattering.

It wasn't long after that that Wonder Boy finally seemed to understand he could actually do something with himself, though the brunette riding atop him hardly needed the help. The teen knew exactly what to do in order to grin herself and her clearly inexperienced partner both to ultimate pleasure. Though if truth be told, Harley hardly cared what pleasure he derived from the experience. So long as she got off to her point of fulfillment, she was set.

However, when he did start actively thrusting up into her, the rather big pole he kept hidden within his trousers hit spots inside her she hadn't really known she had. This meant that her moans and exclaims got significantly louder, as the Gryffindor witch was hardly one from holding back with her mouth no matter what the situation. It also had her hitting her second big O quite quickly, making the experience a little more worth the trouble of suffering his presence and annoying yapping in the beginning.

Of course, it didn't take very long at all to get the rather still virginal male to spill his own seed inside her, something the teen expected. But Harley was mildly impressed when the 'Chosen One' continued to pump into her like his life depended on it. And the brunette was definitely the type to take advantage, so she not riding him and let him play with her clit with his rough digits until she had been brought to ecstasy another two times and his rod had deflated beyond any use she could make of it.

All in all, it wasn't a complete waste of fifteen minutes of her life.

She took a few moments to catch her breath and come down from her high of sex and drugs before slipping off the boy, finding her wand in her jacket pocket and using it to cast a quick cleaning charm on herself for the time being before gathering her apparel and slipping it back on, with the exception of her panties, which she left in his mouth. For the most part during this process, the brunette ignored the boy on the floor she had practically just used for a good time, and only acknowledged him as she headed to the door. "It's been fun Wonder Boy."

Harley called out over her shoulder as she headed out of the girl's lavatory, leaving her housemate out of commission on the floor. She didn't bother so much as looking back, though her head was reeling from the encounter. Had she taken the time to do so, she might have noticed the ghost that was known to haunt that particular bathroom peeking over the top of one the stalls who had apparently been there for the entirety of the meeting between the wild child of Gryffindor and the Golden Boy.