After the Dawn

Chapter 10

As Harry materialized in the parlor of Number 12 Grimmauld Place he immediately sensed something wasn't quite right.

He didn't know how he knew there was someone was there when he hadn't heard or seen anything. All he knew was that he had a vague sense of an intruder.

The hairs on the back of his neck prickled as he entered the kitchen.

The cupboards and fridge had been raided. Both were hanging ajar and both were missing some food. Meat… vegetables…. bread… cheese… and even half a bottle of firewhisky were missing.

In the dining room he discovered a plate with the remains of a large meal… and an empty bottle of firewhisky.

He pulled the wand that Ollivander had made him (Ash and Phoenix feather) out of his back pocket and held it out in front of him as he left the room and climbed the stairs.

A thump came from inside his bedroom as he approached to door. His hand clenched tightly around his wand as he reached for the door knob.

The door creaked as he slid it open. There… sitting in his favorite chair… stiletto-booted feet up on his dress… casually thumbing through the photos that had been sitting on top of his desk was the person he both dreaded and longed to see. Bellatrix.

She looked a little more disheveled than the last time he had seen her. Her long dark mane was frizzy and unkempt and her frame was more slender than it used to be. Her black dress was torn and frayed at the edges and there were large holes in her fishnet stockings.

It was clear she hadn't had proper wash or meal in weeks. No wonder she'd been hungry he thought wryly.

She looked over her shoulder, grinning mischievously as she caught sight of him.

"What are you doing here?" he said coolly. Her grin didn't drop one notch as she put down the photos, took her feet off the table and stood up.

"I did tell you I thinking of dropping by" she said sweetly. "I don't remember giving you an invitation" he said dryly. "Of course not. I invited myself" she said cheekily. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"You seduce me… you steal my wand and use it to stun me… you send me a letter out of the blue… and now you think you can just swan in?" he asked disbelievingly. "Exactly. Glad to know we're on the same page" she said brightly.

He couldn't help shaking his head at her audacity. It was impossible to be mad at her. Not when a large part of him was actually pleased to see her.

Not to mention that despite her bedraggled state she looked beautiful as ever…

"Your unbelievable" he said in a slightly admiring, slightly chiding tone. "Why thank you" she purred wickedly.

"You know it's about time you cleaned up in here…" she said chidingly, glancing around the room. "I'm sorry it doesn't meet Madame's lofty standards" he said teasingly. She chuckled, a sweet but husky sound that send a shudder up his spine.

"Oh I think it'll do just fine… for now" she purred, sitting on the bed with a smile. "You want to stay?" he said in surprised voice. "Here?" he said in that same tone.

"Of course. After all… it's the last place anyone would think to look for me" she said in a voice that suggested she appreciated the irony. "I don't think it would be a good idea…" he said, a big part of him wanting to tell her yes… but the other part knowing it would be crazy to have her there.
"Well I could go if you like" she said with a pout, getting up and walking to the window. "No. Wait" he said before she could reach it. She turned round and grinned satisfiedly.

"The bathroom down the hall and to the left if you want to… wash up…" he said matter-of-factly. The look of pleasure on her face suggested a bath with hot water would be fantastic after weeks on the run.

"You can take Regulus's old room…" he continued. The look of pleasure wavered slightly. "Your bed looks much more comfortable…" she purred.

"Yes but I'll be sleeping in it" he said dryly. "I don't see a problem with that…" she said huskily, a lascivious look in her heavy-lidded eyes.

"Towels and a bathrobe are in the cupboard down the hall… Regulus's room is on the top floor. If you give your dress to Kreacher he'll wash it for you" he said smoothly… grinning at the surprised and rather pouty look on her face.

"If at all possible do try and stay out of trouble" he said brightly as he turned to go.

….

It was after midnight… and Harry Potter was having a dream… a very good dream.

A dream of full soft lips on his skin… large dark eyes looking up at him... long waves of dark hair fanned out on his pillow…

She rolled him on his back… long dark hair falling around her face as she smiled down at him. Her dark eyes glittered mischievously… the look in them as teasing… and as seductive as her smile.

Her sweet, dark scent tickled his nose as she leaned in to kiss him. Softly at first… but then fiercely, hungrily and possessively.

Nails raked along his skin… making him shudder with pleasure.

Then her mouth was trailing along his neck… alternating kisses with flicks of her tongue and sharp nips. And her hands were all over his body… caressing his skin… marking it with her nails…
He sighed… whispered… moaned her name. Bella… Bella… Bella…

His mind was foggy… and suddenly he wasn't sure if he was dreaming anymore… but he must have been… because Bella was still there… wearing nothing but a wicked smile as she started to slide down the sheet covering his huge erection.

The fog in his brain slowly started to clear. As she exposed the rest of his body to the cool night air he began to realize that he wasn't dreaming.

Her tongue slid slowly over her lips as she got a good look at him… just as it had the last time. And the look on her face was full of lust… desire… sex.

"Bella?" he said sleepily, pushing his rather unruly black hair out of his face and blinking as he took in the vision in front of him. It

"Ssshhh" she whispered, hands closing around his throbbing cock. Suddenly he was wide awake… groaning softly as she played with him…squeezing... fondling… teasing every inch of him she could lay her fingers on.

And the part of him that was starting to whisper that it wasn't a good idea… that she was toying with him… was drowned about by the pleasure that was now thrumming through his body. Dear god it felt good… and that was only her hands…

She let him go with a satisfied smile. He couldn't help a moan of Impatience as her hands left his cock. The last thing he wanted her to do was stop what she was doing to him.

Her hands wandered along his chest to his shoulder as she leaned in and kissed him. He slid his hands around her waist and pulled her roughly against him, pressing his body against hers.

Her hair was soft and smelled like shampoo… but underneath that smell was the scent that was distinctly Bella. He would know it anywhere. Just having that scent in his nose made blood rush to his cock.

He felt drunk… intoxicated in a most pleasant way… and all he could think about was the need to sate his lust for her. He grabbed her round the waist and pulled her down on the bed. His body slid along hers as he positioned himself above her.

She looked up at him… lips curving in a seductive smirk… large dark eyes daring… begging him to hurry up and fuck her.

He moved his hips closer, rubbing the head of him teasingly against her. A soft moan of impatience left of her lips and hips gyrated minutely.

His mouth curved in a mischievous smile. The kind of smile she wore when she about to do something… not wicked… but naughty. Then he grabbed her wrists… holding them firmly above her head.

She wasn't smirking any more as she wriggled in his grip… trying to free her hands. It didn't work. He was stronger than she was. And he was very much enjoying having her at his mercy for once.

Her chest was rising and falling quickly as her breathing sped up … and he couldn't help his eyes wandering down to her full, round breasts. He wanted to lick, suck and bite them but he wasn't about to let go of her wrists to move down.

When he brushed himself against her again he was rewarded by another soft moan. He almost moaned himself as he felt exactly how much he had managed to arouse her.

A sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan escaped her lips as he slid just the tip of him inside her. He could barely suppress a groan as he felt slick, silky flesh sliding against his cock.

He kept her hands pinned lightly by her head as he slowly pushed himself in deeper… inch by delicious inch… until he was as deep in her as he could go. And even as she tugged at the hands holding her wrists he could hear her making soft eager sounds for him.

His mouth traced the line of her neck as he started to move his body slowly in and out of hers.

It was delicious… exquisite torture… those slow… smooth… and oh-so-controlled thrusts. Her body arched under his as she eagerly met his thrusts… making him moan softly.

She had to bite her lip to stop herself begging him to take her harder, faster. It felt unbelievable but she wanted more. She wanted him to stop holding back. But she wasn't going to ask.

He could feel it in the tension of her body… see it in the expression on her face as he fought to keep his slow teasing rhythm. A groan of pleasure and impatience escaped her lips.

It was becoming harder and harder to keep his control. She was urging him with every moan that left her lips… every tug of her wrists against his hands… and every movement of her body against his. He felt himself speed up just a little… his thrusts becoming a little less controlled.

She groaned appreciatively at the increase in his pace… matching his pace and urging him on… telling him without words she wanted more.

He obliged… making her cry out in pleasure as he pushed his body… harder… faster… deeper into hers… finding that angle he needed and perfecting it. Already she could feel a heady warmth building up between her legs.

His body met hers again and again… each time increasing the pleasure… until she could hardly breathe with the intensity of it. And she could tell by his expression… his soft moans… and the way his body pounded into hers that he was just as close.

He freed her wrists just in time for her to rake her nails down his back as she came… leaving red marks on his skin as her body writhed underneath his.

The sharp pain of the nails and the sensation of her body shuddering around his pushed him over the edge… his groans mingling with her wild cries of pleasure.

He collapsed on the bed… laying on his side… facing away from her… completely exhausted but feeling amazingly satisfied.

And as he drifted of sleep he thought dryly that he never thought that he'd see the day when he'd willingly turn his back on Bellatrix Lestrange... but she if was anywhere near as spent as he was she was hardly going to attack him.

Besides… he thought with a wry grin… it was his front he needed to worry about.