Fic: Not a Notch (James Sirius/OFC)
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lightofdayeTitle: Not a Notch
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: James Sirius Potter/Harper Scott (OFC)
Word Count: ~4,000
Content: Alternating PoV, Smut, feelings, discussed sibling rivalry, foreplay, vaginal sex, couple's first time - awkward but good.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Harper didn't like being a notch on Albus' bedpost, so how did she end up with his brother?
A/n: A follow-up to "Around the Houses" for one of the girls Al seduced there. Concentrating on basically original characters, I assume this will interest no-one but me, has a long chatty set up, some smut, and then a denouement. I may do Al's experience at the same party which would be less feels more smut, lol.
Kindly Beta Read by the Superlativetorino10154
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Harper Scott did not know why she'd come to Albus Potter's party.
Sure, they'd been in the same year at Hogwarts but that was all over now and it was something of a relief. Theoretically, it was to celebrate everyone's NEWT results but everyone knew exactly why Al was interested in a party, especially one with a decent amount of drink flowing for all.
Harper knew from personal experience. It had taken a while but she'd figured out the trick he'd played on her to get her… well 'in bed' was what she told herself euphemistically even if it hadn't been in bed at all.
She didn't know why she'd attended, she knew perfectly well that as a conquest of Al she had no further shot with him. There were several witches in their year milling around the party and she suspected about half of them were in a similar situation to her. She wondered bitterly how many of them thought they had another chance at a tumble with him.
Others had sensibly stayed away, as Harper knew she should have.
She was over by the drinks table when she bumped into him. For second, she thought it was Al even though she'd timed her move for when he was far across the other side of the room. Her eyes flickered over to confirm and then back to the other person.
There was a resemblance but as she looked she realised this young man was a little shorter and more heavily built than Albus, his hair was messier and auburn rather than Al's neat black hair but his eyes were the biggest difference: rather than a cool and calculating emerald gaze, this man's eyes were warm and brown. Harper thought she saw a twinkle of amusement in them and realised she'd been staring intensely at the stranger for some time.
"Well, hello handsome!" she said breathlessly.
"Hi!" he said. "I'm James, nice to meet you."
Ah, that was it, Harper thought, James Potter, Albus' older brother. She should have recognised him from Hogwarts but good Slytherin girls didn't pay much attention to Gryffindors two years ahead of them.
Once again she realised she hadn't responded in a timely manner.
-
A smile played over James Sirius Potter's lips and he cocked his head slightly.
"And... you are?" he said after a couple of moments.
The young witch he was talking to leapt slightly. James hoped he wasn't going to scare her off just by asking her name. She'd seemed more confident than that at first impression. He wasn't adverse to talking to a pretty girl after all and this girl was very pretty to his eye. She was tall, fine featured, her skin was a rich and warm colour and she had a short shock of very dense, dark curls.
She was dressed with obvious care but casually in immaculate skinny black jeans and a red hoodie, not as obviously flaunting and on the pull as some of the girl's attires. Though all those girls, James thought ruefully, were crowded around Al, including some of the ones he'd invited from his year to 'catch up', though it seemed he wasn't going to get the chance.
"I'm Harper," said the girl, Harper apparently.
"That's a nice name," James said.
Harper cocked her head at him, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"That's not a line," James continued. "Well, I suppose it is. A preliminary to a line I guess. You always tell a pretty girl they've got a nice name. Ah, well there's the line I guess. I shouldn't have thought about it a bit more, I suppose."
A mixture of emotions flashed across Harper's face, James was flattered to see a twinkle in her dark brown eyes and a smile fluttered around her lips, before she got herself under control, there was a flash of suspicion and then her eyes moved sideways and then flickered back to him and her expression changed once again.
Even her stance altered: she set her hips at an angle and leaned forward in a way that would have exposed her cleavage nicely if it wasn't cloaked in a hoodie.
"Well, in that case, maybe you should take your best shot, big guy," she said in a very sultry voice.
"Hmm," James said, frowning, "suddenly I'm not sure I want to."
"Well, make up your mind," said Harper, the sultry lilt disappearing as fast as it had arrived.
James' jaw worked for a moment as he searched for the right words and tried to wipe the frown from his face to adopt a gentle tone.
"Look, if you think you can make Al jealous, that's not going to happen."
He'd failed completely, Harper looked like he'd slapped her.
"What makes you think…?" she blustered.
"You're in his year, you've looked over at him at least three times since we've talked and after the last one you went nothing-to-sixty in hitting on me and you're very pretty so I'm assuming he tried it on at some point."
"You don't look that smart," Harper said.
"No," James said letting out a self-effacing smile to try and ease the tension, "but I can fool ya, apparently. Now I love my brother but he's an idiot who goes for quantity rather than quality as far as… well, let's say relationships. Love 'em and leave 'em and don't look back."
"That sounds… familiar," Harper said tensely.
"Well, there you go. You can't make him jealous. Slytherins are shameless."
"I was Slytherin prefect in his year."
James coughed.
"Present company excepted?" he offered and she gave a slow smile in reply.
"So…" she said. "I'm sorry I came on so hard. What do we know?"
"Well, how about we reset things?" James said, an odd bubbling excitement filling his stomach. "I offer to get you one of these free drinks like that means something and then maybe we can dance?"
"I'd like that," said Harper.
-
Harper didn't know what to think about James after their first discussion. He'd skewered her completely but then he'd been nice and understanding about the whole thing.
She'd accepted the drink, a soft drink she noted, and danced with him.
James was a good dancer, well, he wasn't technically, Harper thought, but he was energetic and fun, his eyes always full of that lively warmth.
She danced with him a few more times. Not enough to completely monopolise his time but enough that they were coming together more often than just chance would dictate.
"Hello again," James had said one time and somehow sent a frisson of sensation through her body without even touching her. They danced again and chatted and somehow were always on the opposite side of the room to Albus Potter.
When they weren't talking, Harper mingled, catching up with friends and acquaintances from school. She ran into a few other witches, some complacent, some despondent at their host's lack of attention. Harper saw that more often than not Al's attention was on the older witches James said he'd invited.
Things were starting to wind down when James approached her again and something about his bearing told Harper that this time had serious intent.
"It's getting loud in here," James said, "would you like to come somewhere quieter and hang out?"
Harper cocked his head, he'd timed it well, had a plausible excuse and it was louder in here, or seemed it be with the crowds thinning. She thought about it a long time but then decided to go with the flow.
They went up a flight of stairs and James lead her into a room, leaving the door mostly open.
The room was clean and neat. Harper wondered if he'd popped out of the party to tidy it at some point. The posters on the walls were those a child or young teenager might have put up. Harper scanned the wall for gaps but saw nowhere where a more risqué poster might have been hastily removed.
"Ah, it's my room from when I was young," James said, uncertainly. "I only use it on visits, I... umm… have a flat."
The bed in the corner looked to be a single bed with the tell-tale signs of being magically expanded to half again it's usual width. Harper stared at the bed, her mouth was dry. She'd gone into this with her eyes open she'd thought but the reality was sinking in looking at it.
"You're going to fuck me, aren't you?"
James went redder than his hair.
"Y-yea… I mean… I thought we were…" he said and then steadied himself and cleared his throat. "I wouldn't put it that way but yes, I invited you up here to see if you wanted to. Only if you wanted to."
"Is this about Al?" Harper said on a sudden suspicion.
"I told you he wouldn't care," James said.
"Not him. You. Don't tell me you wouldn't get a kick if you turned out to be better than him at... this?"
"Saying yes or no to that would feel like a lie," James said with a deep sigh. "I'm only human. That said, if you want to know the difference between me and Al here. I'm not trying to trick you here. I'm just asking, outright. I'm hearing a 'no' right now and that's fine if that's the answer."
"You're not hearing a no, yet," Harper said. "Not hearing a yes either."
"Okay."
"But I'm willing to stay and hear some more," Harper said. "Like what kind of contraception spells you know."
James chuckled and rattled off several incantations.
"Take your pick," he said. "Now if that's what we're playing. How many drinks did you have tonight"
Harper cocked her head in surprise.
"A couple of hard drinks, three butterbeers, lots of soft drinks. I solemn swear I am sober-ish. Sober enough."
"Okay." James raised his hands.
"So how would this work, a one-night stand?"
"I was going to play it by ear. One night, more, less. We'll see how it goes. No strings attached though."
Harper thought about it and then nodded, smiled, and then went to the door and closed it, firmly.
-
James' heart beat more quickly as Harper closed the door of his room, sealing them off together inside it. Then she returned to stand close to him. They both hovered uncertainly for a second.
I guess this is where I take the lead, James thought.
He lifted one hand to touch her cheek and then angled his head and moved in close. Her eyes glittered at close range and she covered the remaining distance between them to press her lips to his. They were immensely soft and smooth.
Harper retreated slightly, smiling and letting out a surprising giggle before her face set slightly.
"You okay? Was that okay?" James said, trying to cut off the questions and nerves he was feeling.
"That was good," Harper said. "I just found myself thinking, 'Al didn't kiss me'."
"Hmm," James said non-committally.
"But that's the last time I want to think him."
I should think so, James thought but his response was to kiss her again. Her lips were full and he sucked a little bit on each in turn, he ran the tip of his tongue over them teasingly, not quite demanding entrance yet.
The sound Harper made was much happier now. James continued to slowly kiss her, one hand on her cheek and neck and the other on her side.
"You can touch the hair," Harper said. "If you were wondering. Heck, touch me anywhere."
"Oh, I will," James said grinning. "And you know… you too."
They kissed again, deeper this time as their hands started to wander over each other. James' hand went up to her hair while the other went behind her. He pulled her close and he felt the warmth of her body and her quickened breathing against his chest.
She clutched him at first, fingers digging into his chest and then his side but when he'd pulled her closer they'd moved, resting very comfortably at the small of her back.
They didn't stay there though.
James broke off kissing her and moaned as her hands closed on his arse. Harper pressed her advantage, kissing unexpectedly at his neck, throwing a nip or two as well. James blushed as he made a loud whimpering sound. He was suddenly hot all over and hard enough that his trousers felt terribly constricting.
"Shit, I… that's… wow," James said.
"Hmm. I'll take that as compliment," Harper said in a teasing voice.
"You should," James said fervently. "And now I really think we need to slip into something more comfortable."
"I think you're right," Harper said and she turned her back on him. James tilted his head, taken aback slightly but she was evidently working with the buttons of her jeans, she bent forward slightly pushing her arse at him and wiggling her hips to work the tight jeans down her legs. James watched as red lacy knickers were revealed encasing a wonderfully tight looking bum.
She pulled the red hoodie over head and turned to face him, underneath she was wearing a tight black tank top, a sliver of stomach showing between it and her knickers and James was shallow enough to be happy to see that the hoodie's folds had disguised some nicely sized breasts, and even happier to see she'd genuinely been enjoying what they'd been doing if the peaks showing through the taut fabric were to be believed.
"You said 'we', right?" Harper prompted.
James jerked out of his reverie and nodded. With twice the speed and half the style, he discarded his jeans and then the semi-fancy shirt he'd worn for the party. He might be flattering himself but he though Harper's eyes widened slightly as they surveyed him in nothing but tented up boxer shorts. Her gaze fell a couple of times and then snapped upwards. Harper's leg fidgeted and her eyes raked his torso. She stepped forward and pressed a couple of fingers the hollow of his chest.
"Nice," she said, mussing up his body hair, which was much redder than else where. James' chest lurched slightly and his heart beat faster still, something he hadn't realised could happen. The effects bulged his boxers out even.
James moved in and kissed her deeply again. Harper moaned into his mouth, pressing herself seamlessly against him as his tongue darted into her mouth. Locked together, James guided them over to the bed and they tumbled down upon it.
Harper's hands were moving all over James' body and the skin to skin contact made it feel a hundred times better than before. James had one hand on her bare skin on her side, where she was warm to the touch, the other moved upwards to cup a breast. Even covered in fabric, it was amazing. James couldn't resist feeling its weight and squeezing it perhaps incautiously. Harper's breath hitched but he heard her moan and felt the response, the peak of flesh under his thumb pad became more pronounced.
"Good?" he said huskily between kisses.
"Yeah, really good," she replied. Her hand trailed down and pressed against the front of his boxers. James' face burned and he squirmed, tensing slightly to try and hold back complete embarrassment. He let out a harsh breath and heard an amused chuckle. Harper continued, "I'm pretty sure you like it, too."
"I could just eat you up." James said.
A flicker passed across Harper's face just for a moment.
"I think I'm over the need for foreplay. You want me to suck you though?" she said. James thought for a moment she was rushing over something but it passed and it certainly wasn't time to ask. He also felt the need to prevaricate just a little on this point.
"I would love you, too," he said with complete honesty, "but I don't think I'd be much use to you for a long time after."
Harper didn't comment on his hesitance instead trailing her fingers through his auburn hair and pulling him into a kiss.
"Let's… ah do it, then?" she said.
"Right," James said, pulling away from her, reluctantly. He fumbled for his wand in his discarded trousers and quickly applied one of the charms they talked about before rejoining Harper on the bed.
She sat up and peeled her t-shirt up and over her head and cast it away. James couldn't resist, he cupped and squeezed her breasts, moving his head in to kiss her black nipples.
"No fair!" she whimpered, her hands running through his hair desperately. "We said enough foreplay."
"Right," James said again and they discarded the last of their clothes. James' mouth went dry. Harper's brown skin darkened considerably around her nether-lips and then was a stripe of palest glistening pink between her folds. Entranced, James forget to be nervous about her reaction to his own exposed erection.
Harper rolled onto her back in his bed and spread her legs. Her breasts rose and fell slowly and James got the impression she was trying very hard to slow her breathing.
Aware of how awkward it was, James clambered on top of her, bracing on one arm, he reached between them and pressed the head of his cock against her entrance splitting apart her pussy.
"Oh no," Harper said. "No-nonono."
James leapt back as if hexed.
"Sorry," he said. "Sorry, I thought…"
Harper covered her face with a hand.
"No, it's okay," she said. "Stage fright, I'm sorry."
"We don't have to if you don't want to," James said. "Really, it's okay."
Harper touched his face.
"I know. I know," Harper said softly. "I want to. Let's just… take it slow."
She pulled him close and they kissed slowly and gentle again. James rolled himself back into position, hands braced on either side of her body.
James closed his eyes and tried to breathe as she guided his cock to her entrance. Molten wet heat taunted and teased the tip of him. He opened his eyes. Very slowly, he pushed his hips forward again, she gasped. James stilled. Then, when she relaxed, pressed forward again. They repeated the process, inch by inch until, their eyes were wide, their bodies were pressed together and James was buried to the hilt in Harper.
"Fuck," he babbled. "This feels so good. You feel so good. Oh fuck. I…"
"Yeah, that's good. You can… fuck… I'm good. You can fuck me. Well, not… I mean you can move." Harper was no more coherent that he was.
James rolled his hips, pulling himself half out and pushing back in. That heat squeezed tight around him; it was an intoxicatingly good feeling. Harper half-moaned, half-gasped and James stilled.
"Go, keep going," Harper said softly. "Let's try this."
Her hands snaked around his body and settled on the small of his back and arse and James moaned as she gripped him. She tugged at him and he obeyed her hands, pushing forward when she wanted and halting when she did.
Slowly they fell into a rhythm, James plunging into her depths, harder and faster and she clenching around him, making it harder and harder to pull out. James gasped and moaned, sweat beading on his brow. His arms burned with effort and he sank onto his elbows, bringing him closer to Harper and changing the angle of his thrusts.
Harper's hands moved up James' body. One dug into his back at his shoulder blade, the other ended up clutching the back his head; he could feel the hot gasps of her breath on his face.
"Oh, oh, oh fuck, I'm going to come. I'm nearly… oh fuck," Harper moaned.
They were tightly entwined now. Harper's hips surged up to meet James' thrusts until she suddenly shuddered and moaned, her grip tensing to the point of scratching his back then releasing.
James was pretty sure it was good sign and it was only the knowledge he'd got her off that propelled himself right off the edge and coming in a great head-lightening release and not because he'd been about to anyway, he told himself.
He rolled off and collapsed on the other side of the bed while they both got their breath back.
After a while, Harper sat up and ran her hands through her hair, endeavouring to fidget even while sitting still.
"I should go," she said.
"Should you?" James asked, too pleasantly fuddled to say anything more.
"This was just a fling, a one-time thing right?" Harper said.
"Well, we said, no strings," James said. Her face fell ever so slightly. "But I would have led with 'that was fricking amazing' rather than 'I should go.' It was for me and there's no way I'm kicking you out of bed."
"It was good, wasn't it?" Harper said.
"I went with fricking amazing for a reason." James replied. Harper laughed and her expression softened and became fond as he continued: "Anyway, I should have warned you ahead of time. I'm a cuddler."
"Yeah, you should have." She jabbed playfully.
"But like I said. No strings."
"Well, I don't really want to move right now," Harper allowed.
"That's the spirit," James said. He shifted and scrabbled for a wand, a couple of spells made the bed dry and comfortable and they slipped under the covers together. Harper, with every appearance of incomprehensible shyness, threw an arm over James and snuggled up to his chest.
Happily he basked in the afterglow until he dropped off.
-
Harper didn't know how long she'd dozed and woke suddenly. It took a moment to remember where she was and why. She groaned to herself.
Then she registered voices coming through the wall from the next room. They were raising in volume; she couldn't make out the words but they seemed energetic.
There was the distinctive crack of a hasty Disapparation and then there were no more voices. A door creaked open and there were heavy footfalls in the corridor. A little later pipes started to gurgle.
"Someone's not a cuddler, let's just say that," James said softly in her ear. Harper jumped; she hadn't realised he was awake. Then she relaxed as she really was remarkably unthinkingly uncharacteristically comfortable, she realised.
"Someone's missing out," she mumbled and went back to sleep.
-
James woke up second the next morning and was greeted by the sight of Harper flitting about the room finding her clothes.
"Hey," he said groggily.
"Hi," she said shortly, pulling her hoodie over her naked top-half.
"Ah… not staying for breakfast?"
She shot him a look.
"No strings?" she said.
"No strings," James agreed, sadly. "We said play it by ear though."
"I know."
"I get it, though. Family home. Not exactly time for 'meet the parents'."
"Something like that."
"We could go out for breakfast," James said. "Sneak out like."
She shot him a look again.
"Or not. No strings, I said and I meant it but… well, I had a good time and I'm not a notch on the bedpost guy. So I'll do anything. It's all up to you."
He met her eyes and tried to project an impression of reason and honesty and not just pleading.
She cocked her head. Her expression seemed to melt.
"I had a 'fricking amazing' time, I think is the expression," Harper said with a grin. "I'm not staying now but I'll owl you soon and we'll figure out what we like to do, okay? As well as that."
She added the last bit as James waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.
"No strings?" James asked.
"Well, some strings, maybe," Harper said, "after a date or two."
James watched her go: already hopelessly entangled.
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: James Sirius Potter/Harper Scott (OFC)
Word Count: ~4,000
Content: Alternating PoV, Smut, feelings, discussed sibling rivalry, foreplay, vaginal sex, couple's first time - awkward but good.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Harper didn't like being a notch on Albus' bedpost, so how did she end up with his brother?
A/n: A follow-up to "Around the Houses" for one of the girls Al seduced there. Concentrating on basically original characters, I assume this will interest no-one but me, has a long chatty set up, some smut, and then a denouement. I may do Al's experience at the same party which would be less feels more smut, lol.
Kindly Beta Read by the Superlative
torino10154- - -
Harper Scott did not know why she'd come to Albus Potter's party.
Sure, they'd been in the same year at Hogwarts but that was all over now and it was something of a relief. Theoretically, it was to celebrate everyone's NEWT results but everyone knew exactly why Al was interested in a party, especially one with a decent amount of drink flowing for all.
Harper knew from personal experience. It had taken a while but she'd figured out the trick he'd played on her to get her… well 'in bed' was what she told herself euphemistically even if it hadn't been in bed at all.
She didn't know why she'd attended, she knew perfectly well that as a conquest of Al she had no further shot with him. There were several witches in their year milling around the party and she suspected about half of them were in a similar situation to her. She wondered bitterly how many of them thought they had another chance at a tumble with him.
Others had sensibly stayed away, as Harper knew she should have.
She was over by the drinks table when she bumped into him. For second, she thought it was Al even though she'd timed her move for when he was far across the other side of the room. Her eyes flickered over to confirm and then back to the other person.
There was a resemblance but as she looked she realised this young man was a little shorter and more heavily built than Albus, his hair was messier and auburn rather than Al's neat black hair but his eyes were the biggest difference: rather than a cool and calculating emerald gaze, this man's eyes were warm and brown. Harper thought she saw a twinkle of amusement in them and realised she'd been staring intensely at the stranger for some time.
"Well, hello handsome!" she said breathlessly.
"Hi!" he said. "I'm James, nice to meet you."
Ah, that was it, Harper thought, James Potter, Albus' older brother. She should have recognised him from Hogwarts but good Slytherin girls didn't pay much attention to Gryffindors two years ahead of them.
Once again she realised she hadn't responded in a timely manner.
-
A smile played over James Sirius Potter's lips and he cocked his head slightly.
"And... you are?" he said after a couple of moments.
The young witch he was talking to leapt slightly. James hoped he wasn't going to scare her off just by asking her name. She'd seemed more confident than that at first impression. He wasn't adverse to talking to a pretty girl after all and this girl was very pretty to his eye. She was tall, fine featured, her skin was a rich and warm colour and she had a short shock of very dense, dark curls.
She was dressed with obvious care but casually in immaculate skinny black jeans and a red hoodie, not as obviously flaunting and on the pull as some of the girl's attires. Though all those girls, James thought ruefully, were crowded around Al, including some of the ones he'd invited from his year to 'catch up', though it seemed he wasn't going to get the chance.
"I'm Harper," said the girl, Harper apparently.
"That's a nice name," James said.
Harper cocked her head at him, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"That's not a line," James continued. "Well, I suppose it is. A preliminary to a line I guess. You always tell a pretty girl they've got a nice name. Ah, well there's the line I guess. I shouldn't have thought about it a bit more, I suppose."
A mixture of emotions flashed across Harper's face, James was flattered to see a twinkle in her dark brown eyes and a smile fluttered around her lips, before she got herself under control, there was a flash of suspicion and then her eyes moved sideways and then flickered back to him and her expression changed once again.
Even her stance altered: she set her hips at an angle and leaned forward in a way that would have exposed her cleavage nicely if it wasn't cloaked in a hoodie.
"Well, in that case, maybe you should take your best shot, big guy," she said in a very sultry voice.
"Hmm," James said, frowning, "suddenly I'm not sure I want to."
"Well, make up your mind," said Harper, the sultry lilt disappearing as fast as it had arrived.
James' jaw worked for a moment as he searched for the right words and tried to wipe the frown from his face to adopt a gentle tone.
"Look, if you think you can make Al jealous, that's not going to happen."
He'd failed completely, Harper looked like he'd slapped her.
"What makes you think…?" she blustered.
"You're in his year, you've looked over at him at least three times since we've talked and after the last one you went nothing-to-sixty in hitting on me and you're very pretty so I'm assuming he tried it on at some point."
"You don't look that smart," Harper said.
"No," James said letting out a self-effacing smile to try and ease the tension, "but I can fool ya, apparently. Now I love my brother but he's an idiot who goes for quantity rather than quality as far as… well, let's say relationships. Love 'em and leave 'em and don't look back."
"That sounds… familiar," Harper said tensely.
"Well, there you go. You can't make him jealous. Slytherins are shameless."
"I was Slytherin prefect in his year."
James coughed.
"Present company excepted?" he offered and she gave a slow smile in reply.
"So…" she said. "I'm sorry I came on so hard. What do we know?"
"Well, how about we reset things?" James said, an odd bubbling excitement filling his stomach. "I offer to get you one of these free drinks like that means something and then maybe we can dance?"
"I'd like that," said Harper.
-
Harper didn't know what to think about James after their first discussion. He'd skewered her completely but then he'd been nice and understanding about the whole thing.
She'd accepted the drink, a soft drink she noted, and danced with him.
James was a good dancer, well, he wasn't technically, Harper thought, but he was energetic and fun, his eyes always full of that lively warmth.
She danced with him a few more times. Not enough to completely monopolise his time but enough that they were coming together more often than just chance would dictate.
"Hello again," James had said one time and somehow sent a frisson of sensation through her body without even touching her. They danced again and chatted and somehow were always on the opposite side of the room to Albus Potter.
When they weren't talking, Harper mingled, catching up with friends and acquaintances from school. She ran into a few other witches, some complacent, some despondent at their host's lack of attention. Harper saw that more often than not Al's attention was on the older witches James said he'd invited.
Things were starting to wind down when James approached her again and something about his bearing told Harper that this time had serious intent.
"It's getting loud in here," James said, "would you like to come somewhere quieter and hang out?"
Harper cocked his head, he'd timed it well, had a plausible excuse and it was louder in here, or seemed it be with the crowds thinning. She thought about it a long time but then decided to go with the flow.
They went up a flight of stairs and James lead her into a room, leaving the door mostly open.
The room was clean and neat. Harper wondered if he'd popped out of the party to tidy it at some point. The posters on the walls were those a child or young teenager might have put up. Harper scanned the wall for gaps but saw nowhere where a more risqué poster might have been hastily removed.
"Ah, it's my room from when I was young," James said, uncertainly. "I only use it on visits, I... umm… have a flat."
The bed in the corner looked to be a single bed with the tell-tale signs of being magically expanded to half again it's usual width. Harper stared at the bed, her mouth was dry. She'd gone into this with her eyes open she'd thought but the reality was sinking in looking at it.
"You're going to fuck me, aren't you?"
James went redder than his hair.
"Y-yea… I mean… I thought we were…" he said and then steadied himself and cleared his throat. "I wouldn't put it that way but yes, I invited you up here to see if you wanted to. Only if you wanted to."
"Is this about Al?" Harper said on a sudden suspicion.
"I told you he wouldn't care," James said.
"Not him. You. Don't tell me you wouldn't get a kick if you turned out to be better than him at... this?"
"Saying yes or no to that would feel like a lie," James said with a deep sigh. "I'm only human. That said, if you want to know the difference between me and Al here. I'm not trying to trick you here. I'm just asking, outright. I'm hearing a 'no' right now and that's fine if that's the answer."
"You're not hearing a no, yet," Harper said. "Not hearing a yes either."
"Okay."
"But I'm willing to stay and hear some more," Harper said. "Like what kind of contraception spells you know."
James chuckled and rattled off several incantations.
"Take your pick," he said. "Now if that's what we're playing. How many drinks did you have tonight"
Harper cocked her head in surprise.
"A couple of hard drinks, three butterbeers, lots of soft drinks. I solemn swear I am sober-ish. Sober enough."
"Okay." James raised his hands.
"So how would this work, a one-night stand?"
"I was going to play it by ear. One night, more, less. We'll see how it goes. No strings attached though."
Harper thought about it and then nodded, smiled, and then went to the door and closed it, firmly.
-
James' heart beat more quickly as Harper closed the door of his room, sealing them off together inside it. Then she returned to stand close to him. They both hovered uncertainly for a second.
I guess this is where I take the lead, James thought.
He lifted one hand to touch her cheek and then angled his head and moved in close. Her eyes glittered at close range and she covered the remaining distance between them to press her lips to his. They were immensely soft and smooth.
Harper retreated slightly, smiling and letting out a surprising giggle before her face set slightly.
"You okay? Was that okay?" James said, trying to cut off the questions and nerves he was feeling.
"That was good," Harper said. "I just found myself thinking, 'Al didn't kiss me'."
"Hmm," James said non-committally.
"But that's the last time I want to think him."
I should think so, James thought but his response was to kiss her again. Her lips were full and he sucked a little bit on each in turn, he ran the tip of his tongue over them teasingly, not quite demanding entrance yet.
The sound Harper made was much happier now. James continued to slowly kiss her, one hand on her cheek and neck and the other on her side.
"You can touch the hair," Harper said. "If you were wondering. Heck, touch me anywhere."
"Oh, I will," James said grinning. "And you know… you too."
They kissed again, deeper this time as their hands started to wander over each other. James' hand went up to her hair while the other went behind her. He pulled her close and he felt the warmth of her body and her quickened breathing against his chest.
She clutched him at first, fingers digging into his chest and then his side but when he'd pulled her closer they'd moved, resting very comfortably at the small of her back.
They didn't stay there though.
James broke off kissing her and moaned as her hands closed on his arse. Harper pressed her advantage, kissing unexpectedly at his neck, throwing a nip or two as well. James blushed as he made a loud whimpering sound. He was suddenly hot all over and hard enough that his trousers felt terribly constricting.
"Shit, I… that's… wow," James said.
"Hmm. I'll take that as compliment," Harper said in a teasing voice.
"You should," James said fervently. "And now I really think we need to slip into something more comfortable."
"I think you're right," Harper said and she turned her back on him. James tilted his head, taken aback slightly but she was evidently working with the buttons of her jeans, she bent forward slightly pushing her arse at him and wiggling her hips to work the tight jeans down her legs. James watched as red lacy knickers were revealed encasing a wonderfully tight looking bum.
She pulled the red hoodie over head and turned to face him, underneath she was wearing a tight black tank top, a sliver of stomach showing between it and her knickers and James was shallow enough to be happy to see that the hoodie's folds had disguised some nicely sized breasts, and even happier to see she'd genuinely been enjoying what they'd been doing if the peaks showing through the taut fabric were to be believed.
"You said 'we', right?" Harper prompted.
James jerked out of his reverie and nodded. With twice the speed and half the style, he discarded his jeans and then the semi-fancy shirt he'd worn for the party. He might be flattering himself but he though Harper's eyes widened slightly as they surveyed him in nothing but tented up boxer shorts. Her gaze fell a couple of times and then snapped upwards. Harper's leg fidgeted and her eyes raked his torso. She stepped forward and pressed a couple of fingers the hollow of his chest.
"Nice," she said, mussing up his body hair, which was much redder than else where. James' chest lurched slightly and his heart beat faster still, something he hadn't realised could happen. The effects bulged his boxers out even.
James moved in and kissed her deeply again. Harper moaned into his mouth, pressing herself seamlessly against him as his tongue darted into her mouth. Locked together, James guided them over to the bed and they tumbled down upon it.
Harper's hands were moving all over James' body and the skin to skin contact made it feel a hundred times better than before. James had one hand on her bare skin on her side, where she was warm to the touch, the other moved upwards to cup a breast. Even covered in fabric, it was amazing. James couldn't resist feeling its weight and squeezing it perhaps incautiously. Harper's breath hitched but he heard her moan and felt the response, the peak of flesh under his thumb pad became more pronounced.
"Good?" he said huskily between kisses.
"Yeah, really good," she replied. Her hand trailed down and pressed against the front of his boxers. James' face burned and he squirmed, tensing slightly to try and hold back complete embarrassment. He let out a harsh breath and heard an amused chuckle. Harper continued, "I'm pretty sure you like it, too."
"I could just eat you up." James said.
A flicker passed across Harper's face just for a moment.
"I think I'm over the need for foreplay. You want me to suck you though?" she said. James thought for a moment she was rushing over something but it passed and it certainly wasn't time to ask. He also felt the need to prevaricate just a little on this point.
"I would love you, too," he said with complete honesty, "but I don't think I'd be much use to you for a long time after."
Harper didn't comment on his hesitance instead trailing her fingers through his auburn hair and pulling him into a kiss.
"Let's… ah do it, then?" she said.
"Right," James said, pulling away from her, reluctantly. He fumbled for his wand in his discarded trousers and quickly applied one of the charms they talked about before rejoining Harper on the bed.
She sat up and peeled her t-shirt up and over her head and cast it away. James couldn't resist, he cupped and squeezed her breasts, moving his head in to kiss her black nipples.
"No fair!" she whimpered, her hands running through his hair desperately. "We said enough foreplay."
"Right," James said again and they discarded the last of their clothes. James' mouth went dry. Harper's brown skin darkened considerably around her nether-lips and then was a stripe of palest glistening pink between her folds. Entranced, James forget to be nervous about her reaction to his own exposed erection.
Harper rolled onto her back in his bed and spread her legs. Her breasts rose and fell slowly and James got the impression she was trying very hard to slow her breathing.
Aware of how awkward it was, James clambered on top of her, bracing on one arm, he reached between them and pressed the head of his cock against her entrance splitting apart her pussy.
"Oh no," Harper said. "No-nonono."
James leapt back as if hexed.
"Sorry," he said. "Sorry, I thought…"
Harper covered her face with a hand.
"No, it's okay," she said. "Stage fright, I'm sorry."
"We don't have to if you don't want to," James said. "Really, it's okay."
Harper touched his face.
"I know. I know," Harper said softly. "I want to. Let's just… take it slow."
She pulled him close and they kissed slowly and gentle again. James rolled himself back into position, hands braced on either side of her body.
James closed his eyes and tried to breathe as she guided his cock to her entrance. Molten wet heat taunted and teased the tip of him. He opened his eyes. Very slowly, he pushed his hips forward again, she gasped. James stilled. Then, when she relaxed, pressed forward again. They repeated the process, inch by inch until, their eyes were wide, their bodies were pressed together and James was buried to the hilt in Harper.
"Fuck," he babbled. "This feels so good. You feel so good. Oh fuck. I…"
"Yeah, that's good. You can… fuck… I'm good. You can fuck me. Well, not… I mean you can move." Harper was no more coherent that he was.
James rolled his hips, pulling himself half out and pushing back in. That heat squeezed tight around him; it was an intoxicatingly good feeling. Harper half-moaned, half-gasped and James stilled.
"Go, keep going," Harper said softly. "Let's try this."
Her hands snaked around his body and settled on the small of his back and arse and James moaned as she gripped him. She tugged at him and he obeyed her hands, pushing forward when she wanted and halting when she did.
Slowly they fell into a rhythm, James plunging into her depths, harder and faster and she clenching around him, making it harder and harder to pull out. James gasped and moaned, sweat beading on his brow. His arms burned with effort and he sank onto his elbows, bringing him closer to Harper and changing the angle of his thrusts.
Harper's hands moved up James' body. One dug into his back at his shoulder blade, the other ended up clutching the back his head; he could feel the hot gasps of her breath on his face.
"Oh, oh, oh fuck, I'm going to come. I'm nearly… oh fuck," Harper moaned.
They were tightly entwined now. Harper's hips surged up to meet James' thrusts until she suddenly shuddered and moaned, her grip tensing to the point of scratching his back then releasing.
James was pretty sure it was good sign and it was only the knowledge he'd got her off that propelled himself right off the edge and coming in a great head-lightening release and not because he'd been about to anyway, he told himself.
He rolled off and collapsed on the other side of the bed while they both got their breath back.
After a while, Harper sat up and ran her hands through her hair, endeavouring to fidget even while sitting still.
"I should go," she said.
"Should you?" James asked, too pleasantly fuddled to say anything more.
"This was just a fling, a one-time thing right?" Harper said.
"Well, we said, no strings," James said. Her face fell ever so slightly. "But I would have led with 'that was fricking amazing' rather than 'I should go.' It was for me and there's no way I'm kicking you out of bed."
"It was good, wasn't it?" Harper said.
"I went with fricking amazing for a reason." James replied. Harper laughed and her expression softened and became fond as he continued: "Anyway, I should have warned you ahead of time. I'm a cuddler."
"Yeah, you should have." She jabbed playfully.
"But like I said. No strings."
"Well, I don't really want to move right now," Harper allowed.
"That's the spirit," James said. He shifted and scrabbled for a wand, a couple of spells made the bed dry and comfortable and they slipped under the covers together. Harper, with every appearance of incomprehensible shyness, threw an arm over James and snuggled up to his chest.
Happily he basked in the afterglow until he dropped off.
-
Harper didn't know how long she'd dozed and woke suddenly. It took a moment to remember where she was and why. She groaned to herself.
Then she registered voices coming through the wall from the next room. They were raising in volume; she couldn't make out the words but they seemed energetic.
There was the distinctive crack of a hasty Disapparation and then there were no more voices. A door creaked open and there were heavy footfalls in the corridor. A little later pipes started to gurgle.
"Someone's not a cuddler, let's just say that," James said softly in her ear. Harper jumped; she hadn't realised he was awake. Then she relaxed as she really was remarkably unthinkingly uncharacteristically comfortable, she realised.
"Someone's missing out," she mumbled and went back to sleep.
-
James woke up second the next morning and was greeted by the sight of Harper flitting about the room finding her clothes.
"Hey," he said groggily.
"Hi," she said shortly, pulling her hoodie over her naked top-half.
"Ah… not staying for breakfast?"
She shot him a look.
"No strings?" she said.
"No strings," James agreed, sadly. "We said play it by ear though."
"I know."
"I get it, though. Family home. Not exactly time for 'meet the parents'."
"Something like that."
"We could go out for breakfast," James said. "Sneak out like."
She shot him a look again.
"Or not. No strings, I said and I meant it but… well, I had a good time and I'm not a notch on the bedpost guy. So I'll do anything. It's all up to you."
He met her eyes and tried to project an impression of reason and honesty and not just pleading.
She cocked her head. Her expression seemed to melt.
"I had a 'fricking amazing' time, I think is the expression," Harper said with a grin. "I'm not staying now but I'll owl you soon and we'll figure out what we like to do, okay? As well as that."
She added the last bit as James waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.
"No strings?" James asked.
"Well, some strings, maybe," Harper said, "after a date or two."
James watched her go: already hopelessly entangled.
