Chapter 38: Harry Gaunt - Chapter 38
AN
Lemons in this one. They'll pop-up every so often when I feel it's right.
Harry stood outside in the afternoon sun, his wand glowing bright as pulses of light shot towards Grimmauld Place. Nobody could see him, or the house as the ward enclosed around it. "Good." Harry lowered his arm. He was starving as he apparated back inside.
Crack.
He appeared within the hallway, the space feeling cold before he entered through the sitting room door.
Bellatrix looked up from beside Arcturus.
"How is he?" asked Harry as he glanced between the conjured beds. "And Druella?"
"She seems fine now. But he still shivers." Bellatrix had wrapped them both up in all manner of blankets as they lay near the fire. "At least the fire's going now."
Kreacher's would have been better, but it was something Bellatrix hadn't had to on her own before as the flames appeared small.
"Sorry, I should have shown you." Harry knelt beside the fire. It grew strong as he waved his hand idly across the flames. "I am practically an expert now," he joked.
Bellatrix didn't doubt it as she looked into the flame from her chair. "Is the house okay?" She'd hardly noticed anything while arranging her mother and Arcturus. "And where did you take my father?"
"He's in the dungeons." Harry stood up and stepped beside her. Perhaps he should have asked her first. "He'll wake up soon. May as well keep him there until I can talk to him."
"Good. He deserves it."
Bellatrix rubbed his leg to let him know it was alright. "Are you hungry?" asked Harry as they watched the fire.
"Hungry?" Bellatrix looked up at him. "Yes actually. I am starving." She couldn't quite work out the look Harry had as his eyes shifted down to her.
"Do you…" He touched his neck. "Do you want to go out somewher- uh!"
"YES!" Bellatrix jumped at him with a happy laugh. Harry struggled to hold onto her. "Let's go get changed," she said as she slipped down his body and took his hand.
She gave it a tug.
Harry followed her out as she led the way. "But nothing silly," he added. "I'll just transfigure my Hogwarts robes."
"No Harry, that won't do." Bellatrix was firm on the point as she glanced back at him as they climbed the stairs. "If we're going out, we're going somewhere nice."
"I like muggle food."
Bellatrix stopped on the stairs. Harry bumped into her.
"Oh really?" She slipped around and touched his chest. Harry tried to slip past her. "Then muggle it is. After you."
She gestured him past. Harry was trying to. "Bella-"
She giggled.
"You're impossible." He grumbled as she tugged him along again. "Maybe we'll just cook here. I like cooking."
Remus would have been surprised at how good it was, shame really.
"Come on Harry," encouraged Bellatrix as they walked another set of stairs. "My room's at the top. It's nice." She gently squeezed his hand. "We can get ready together."
Bellatrix needed to make sure Harry was dressed properly. Even if she herself was far from the likes of Cissy as Harry's sighed in resignation.
"That's Cissy's room." Bellatrix gestured loosely to it as they arrived at the top floor. "And this is mine." She stopped with Harry outside the door.
She seemed to hesitate.
"It's fine Harry." Bellatrix looked at him before he could decide to wait outside. "But it's sweet of you. I was just thinking."
She opened the door and went inside. The things her father had said running around through her mind. Maybe some of it had been right.
"What about?" Harry asked as he took in the room. "It's been a busy day." He stayed by the door and let Bellatrix go so she could tidy.
She had a lovely room. It was simple, nothing silly like posters of boys or bottles of fragrance everywhere. There was just a wooden writing desk, a bed and wardrobe. It even had a mirror on it.
"What do you think?" Bellatrix stood at the foot of her bed facing Harry. She shuffled under his gaze. "It's been my room since forever. We've always lived here."
Harry took a step towards her. She smiled at him.
"It's better than mine, that's for sure." Harry looked at her hands as they begun to twiddle.
"That's because yours doesn't have furniture," returned Bellatrix. "Or is your room different from the sitting room?"
She looked up into Harry's face as he walked towards her. She touched his robe with her fingers.
"I have a bed. The one they left behind actually." He smirked at the look on her face. "But I'll replace it."
Harry reached gently towards her face.
"You'll need my input," whispered Bellatrix, letting his hand rest against her cheek. "You just have to ask."
Her hands pulled him in by his robe. She couldn't resist as they wrapped around him.
"I have it handled." Harry said. "But thank you."
Bellatrix kissed his neck, guiding him to the bed as she moved on top of him. He wasn't going anywhere as she felt his hands move down her back towards her skirt.
"Say that you need me..." Bellatrix murmured between kisses, her hands through his hair. "Say that you'd miss me if… if I-"
Harry held onto her. "I already miss you…" He murmured as she slipped down into his lap, thinking of today as he'd stood alone in their tower. "And I…"
Bellatrix rocked her hips back and forth. "I've missed you too…" She whispered softly. "It's not fair when we're apart."
Harry took a deep breath as she rubbed against him. Bellatrix really was impossible sometimes. "I do need you Bellatrix." He ran his hands up her legs. "That's why I came for you. I couldn't let them take you away."
Bellatrix moaned. That's all she'd wanted to hear as her hands slipped under his robe. She had unfinished business to deal with.
"Bella-"
"Shhhh…" She kissed him softly. "Hold still now." She undid his trousers, her hand slipping gently in.
Harry's hand came across her breast. "Mmm… Harry." He did it again. Bellatrix quickly took a hold and started to stroke.
Harry bucked into her hand, his eyes falling closed as her hand went up and down.
Bellatrix must know the effect she had on him. Harry had to try and hold it off as she kissed up his neck. "Bellatrix, I-I-"
He couldn't.
She smiled into his neck and sped up.
Harry shuddered, shivering as she came up for a kiss. Bellatrix didn't stop though, she kept going as Harry's gasps became blissful breaths at the mercy of her hand. It was like he'd felt before, and he realised it was far from over as her other hand guided his up her thigh.
He knew what she wanted. He'd give her anything as he rolled them over.
Bellatrix laughed happily, smiling as Harry's hand slipped beneath her tights. "Hold still now," he said, their eyes meeting lovingly as he caressed between her legs.
She kissed him, pulling him towards her as his fingers slipped inside: she knew they shouldn't be doing this, but she didn't care as a wave shuddered through her. "H-harry, faster."
Her hips pressed against his hand. They'd do what they wanted, he was hers.
"You might need to let go," he murmured, smiling when her fingers tickled him inside his pants. "Or not."
She giggled. Harry made do as they kissed again, going faster with his hand as she whispered his name. She wanted more, she wanted him as a final shudder went through them both.
Harry could hardly move. She had wonderful legs as she rolled them on their side. "I am still not letting go," she said with their noses touching. "It's mine now."
She giggled as Harry kissed her nose.
"Thank you." Harry kissed her again as she set him free. "Here." He took her hand and cleaned it off, something Bellatrix seemed to begrudge for a moment as he did the same to his.
"You know," she said, holding his hand in the warmth between them. "They always say to wait to do this kind of thing." She didn't really mean anything by it. Harry had heard much the same as well. "Strange isn't it."
Bellatrix liked it better this way.
"It's certainly more traditional," returned Harry, his eyes slightly sleepy now. "But if we know anything, times are changing."
He let his eyes rest for a moment. He was tired now.
"But not gone." Bellatrix ran her fingers through his hair. "Never gone…"
Bellatrix looked at him softly. She didn't know men became sleepy after this.
She didn't feel tired at all.
Harry was fast asleep.
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Bellatrix stood within her bathroom, a little on-suit that Harry hadn't noticed through the door in the corner. She and Cissy couldn't be expected to cart up and down the stairs all the time as she brushed her teeth.
Harry was still asleep in her bed in her bed, she'd tucked him in and - she smiled - cleaned him up. She'd picked out an outfit for him as well, it was almost supper time as she rinsed her hands.
Bellatrix had tried to let Cissy know they were okay, but the floo didn't work: and she couldn't apparate either as she stepped into her room.
"Harry?" She came beside him and touched his shoulder. "Harry, wake up. Food."
He mumbled something.
"Foooood." Bellatrix touched his hair that she loved so much, which seemed to have the opposite affect from waking him up.
She climbed on top of him.
Oof.
Harry blinked awake to Bellatrix sitting on his stomach. "What time is it?" he asked. "And-" He looked around for his wand.
Bellatrix pointed to it on her bedside table. "It worked for me," she commented, smiling as Harry summoned it to his hand. "I hardly expected it to, it's a Basilisk Fang, right?"
She'd figured it out.
Harry nodded. "Wait, it did?" He looked perplexed as he glanced at it. "What happened?"
Bellatrix shrugged, getting another 'oof' from Harry as she did. "I picked it up from the floor and it felt warm, like you." She'd used it to clean Harry up, preferring not to use her mother's wand for that. "It's different though."
It felt heavier, just… more.
Harry seemed greatly relieved as he slipped it away. "It's probably aware of you," he said as he placed his hand on her legs. "Wand's very often work with a wizard's-"
He stopped. Bellatrix looked at him.
"Yes?" She sung innocently. "With a wizard's… what?"
She wiggled her hips.
Harry tutted.
Bellatrix giggled as she slipped off him. "I prepared an outfit for you," she said as she moved beside her open wardrobe. "I'm quite good at Transfiguration." She admired the expensive looking robe she'd plucked from Arcturus's collection. "Nice, isn't it?"
She looked back at Harry. He didn't seem very enthused. "Harry, do you have any other clothes? No?"
Then he had no choice then.
"We're going to muggle London, not the Yule Ball." Harry came over from the bed and inspected the bizarre looking robe. "We need something muggle." He poked at a sleeve. "These have frills on them."
And layers. Like an onion.
"Fine then, wear what you want, see if I care." She trotted back to the bed and sat with a huff. She'd been excited about dressing Harry, but now he'd spoiled it.
"Don't look."
That is, until he slipped off his robe. "It's not a good idea to wear the things you're transfiguring," he said. "Things can always go wrong."
Harry held his Hogwarts robe in the mirror so he could see it.
Bellatrix stared at his back.
He wasn't sure whether to just conjure something he'd worn before, or maybe try to copy some of the seventies styles he'd observed over the holidays, but-
"W-who did this to you," whispered Bellatrix from behind him. "These marks, you were hurt." She touched at the scars with a delicate hand, cuts and holes that had healed all across him. "Is this what you meant?"
Bellatrix saw his past before her very eyes.
Harry looked at her through the mirror. "It's a part of it." He took a breath and resumed his inspection of his robe. He'd long forgotten about them. "They're nothing."
Bellatrix had begun to cry as she hugged him from behind.
"No one can touch me now," he assured. "Well, except you." He patted her arm.
Bellatrix sniffled. "That's right," she affirmed as her finger slipped down his waistline. "Now let me help you." She lifted his arm and slipped in front of him.
"Go ahead, use it." He offered his wand to her. "He likes you."
Bloody thing. Harry could feel it inch towards her hand.
"Okay, let me see..." Bellatrix took it excitedly as she inspected his robe. "Muggle, right?"
Harry nodded. "Nothing fancy."
"Right then." Bellatrix got to work flicking his wand, changing and colouring to her heart's content. "You'll have to do the rest as well." She gestured to his trousers. "When you're ready."
She did look away as Harry was forced to undress, then looked right back with an appreciative gaze.
Harry let it be. He liked it really.
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