Deuces Are Wild

Chapter Two:: I’m just Harry

The amplifier rang through the ebony-haired seventeen-year-old, as he sat at the bar, of the ‘Throbbing Soho’. He sat there with his second shot of Jack Daniels for the night. But Harry, being a wizard, it wasn’t as strong as Ogdens. His brilliant green eyes were lit up, like diamonds. His black hair had grown with in the year to his back, and it was pulled back. It covered his scar, thankfully. He was tired of people looking at it. Having the ability to apparate had its advantages. His face had gotten the mature look of his father, yet he had the eyes, and nose of his mother. He was standing at six foot in height, and he had been living with Remus Lupin, for the last year. Dumbledore had granted the man guardian over him. Harry sat there, thinking of his ex-girlfriend, they had just broken up. It didn’t work out very well. Actually something was wrong with all his girlfriends, he had had. Well he had only had two of them, but still. He knew a pattern when he seen it. Most of them were in it with him for the fame that came along with it. Harry hated his fame, he clenched his jaw together, and stared down at the liquid in the shot glass. He heard Guns N Roses in the background, and let the words seep through his head. “November Rain”

Kallie Moon the Ravenclaw, had been his recent ex. They got a long GREAT for the first two months, but after that, it was as if things got weird. Kallies friends kept coming up to him trying to get him to do things with them. He hated it the way girls tried to challenge each other. You’d think friends wouldn’t do that. Even Ron has challenged Harry, when it came to Hermione. He loved Hermione to death, but he looked at Hermione as a sister, not... a date-able figure.

Sitting there on the stool and downed his Jack Daniels, and glanced down the bar, to see a woman walk in. She was gorgeous, her hair blonde, to her shoulders, and her eyes a gorgeous silvery blue. But she looked familiar. Harry thought to himself, as his green eyes traveled over the girls perfect frame. Flawless skin and body. She looked rich. But he knew her face from somewhere. Curiosity pretty much getting the better of him, he stood, thinking of how to approach her. He didn’t want to be like some jerks that come in here, thinking they can have anyone they want no questions asked. Oh no. He thought, as he walked over, hands in pockets. “Hello Miss! Is this seat taken?” he asked, in a low drawing voice, catching the woman\'s attention.

She turned, and her eyes gazed at the guy who had spoken so polite to her. “Uh... no its not! Sit!” she responded.

He smiled, and slid on the stool, “I know most people come up with this line, but.. I have seen you before.” he said honestly.

She smirked, “Have you now? I’m not sure if that’s possible. I’m not from around here.” she insisted.

Harry smiled, “Oh no.. guess not. You’re much to... elegant to be from this part of town. SO what brings you here?” he asked, ordering another drink for him and another for the girl he was talking too.

“Just out and about.” she replied, with a simple smile on her gorgeous face.

HE smiled, and took a drink, “What\'s your name? My names Harry.” He said simply, placing his drink down.

She smiled, “People call me Cissy.” she told him.

He smiled, “People or close friends?” Harry tried. “Close friends.” she told him.

“So am I becoming a close friend?”

She rolled her eyes, “Not likely!” she responded, with amusement touching her voice.

Harry just smirked, “Would you like to dance?” he asked, hearing a Whitesnake song playing in the background.

She smirked, “Can you keep up?” she teased. He smiled, “Sure can miss!” He took her hand, and lead her to the dance, floor. She moved into him, and Harry respectfully had his arms around her.

The dancing was raging, and it started to get quite hot, in there, but the two weren’t moving apart, in fact they were moving closer, especially to Alice Coopers poison.

The dancing was hot, and Cissy could really dance. She moved into him, and Harry felt himself getting turned on to the maximum. He held her hips and pulled her forcefully into him making her giggle, and move backside against Harry, who shook his head, “Not a good idea.” He insisted.

She just giggled, with a flashy grin, “I feel something.” she teased, as Harry chuckled, hoarsely and wrapped his arms around her. “I’m sure you do...” He said and instinctively kissed her cheek. “Tell me something about yourself Cissy.” he said into her ear. Her back was to him, and he had his arms around her, touching her hips and thin waist.

“Why would you want to know about me? I’m just some girl in a club.” she said, turning her arms locking around him.

He arched an eyebrow, “I beg the differ, miss! You see, unlike some men, I am not as sadistic enough to just grab, and take what I please.” He said staring into her eyes.
Narcissa felt a shiver slide up her spine, and suppressed the shudders. There was something definitely different about him. Witch instincts. Her voice was caught up inside of her. Never had she ever, spoken to someone who sounded as if they wanted to respect her. It wasn’t a usual feeling with her. Arms around, Harry’s neck she moved into him. “Well what do you want to know?” her breath against Harry’s lips.

Harry smirked, “Well.. where are you from... what are you out looking for...” he said, trailing off, his breath touching her lips this time.

Narcissa gulped, she wished at this moment she wasn’t married. “Uh... I’m from... South Hampton. I was just getting out, hadn’t been out for a long time.” she told him.

Harry smiled, “I see, well if I may stay you look absolutely stunning tonight.” he said, holding her closer.

She stared at him, and leaned closer, and pressed her lips against Harry’s. Harry caught up and a bit shocked, at the kiss, held her closer. His mouth tasted hers, it was sweet, and delicious. The kiss was intense, and sensual.

“Mm.. kiss like that often?” Harry asked, gazing into her eyes. He nibbled her bottom lip sending her body into maximum overdrive.

“N.. no! Hardly ever.” she responded, and he seen the honestly.

Harry couldn’t see why not, she was gorgeous, and so far he really liked her personality. “Well, your a woman... you deserve the best.” he said, his lips connecting with hers, he kissed them in softly causing her to moan softly, into his kiss.

The dance floor was heating up quickly, but it wasn’t from the others, it was from Narcissa and Harry. Harry had to say a kiss this intense, had NEVER been laid on him before.

“Lets go somewhere...” she whispered into his mouth. He could hear the lust in her voice. His skin bubbled, and he had goose bumps. His head was swimming.

He kissed her, “You sure? Don’t want to get to know each other?” he asked, holding her closer. She could easily feel him, against her thin body.

She grinned, “Talking is a little over rated.” she said, breathing in deeply taking in his scent.

Harry kissed her, “I have a hotel room for the night just down the street.” He told her.

“Mm... is it nice?” she asked. He smiled, “Of course, but...” his hands ran through her blonde hair. It was soft and perfect.

“Are you sure you want to be touched by a complete stranger?” he asked, as her eyes closed, feeling the soft touch.

She smiled, and pressed her cheek against his large hand, “I haven’t been touched... in so long.” She told him.

He looked at her, finding this quite hard to believe. “Touched by a good man anyway.” she said, gently.

Harry now understood, she must have a man who didn’t appreciate her, he drew her, in and gave her a slow, breathtaking, kiss, that nearly knocked her off her feet. There was serious power in that kiss.

“Want me to get your stuff?” he asked. She smiled, “Yes!”

It didn’t take to long for them to get to the nicest hotel on the block. Cissy kept kissing Harry’s neck, and rubbing his chest, causing his testosterone to throttle up inside him.

He stopped at the door and planted a soft kiss on her lips, he noticed she was weak after that, as he nodded to the attendant, before taking the elevator. Narcissa glanced around at it, and almost asked what it was, but she jumped when it moved.

“Calm down.” he insisted, with a smile. Narcissa glanced around her lightly, “I am! I just can’t wait to get to the room.” she pressed her lips against his again, causing him to hold her firmly, taking in her lips with his mouth.

The hotel room was very nice. Harry was glad that all his stuff was in the closet, with a concealment charm on it. The bed was king size, with silky satin sheets. Nothing like the ‘Leaky Cauldron.’

He kissed her deeply when she pushed him down onto the bed. Harry grabbed her, and she slid on top of him straddling her legs, and bent down, and frenched Harry, while her hands ran up his chest. Harry\'s hands touched her curvacious body.

Harry’s hands touched Cissy’s face, and rolled her off and him on top of her. “I’m going to touch you in ways you’ve NEVER been touched before.” his mouth enclosed around hers, causing her sweet breath to seep through his lips into his.

He was going to show her just what touching a woman gently was all about. He touched and tasted every part of her thin perfect womanly framed body, making her shiver, and quiver with excitement. He seen the shine in her eyes. She seriously had never experienced real love making. He had a feeling that she just might not be a one night stand. Her body was perfect, and flawless. His hands touched her sensitive spots, and her orgasms, Harry could feel them vibrate through her thin body, as he tasted her and touched her.

Making love to her, was different, was different from the others girls he had been with or engaged in sex with. He knew what pleasured a woman, a woman being touched, and tasted, and a woman feeling good, was what turned Harry on most. And, as she jerked violently and shuddered more than once, his hormones throttled up inside of him, causing him hold to her soft naked body to him, with a soft groan. His black hair fell into his eyes. Cissy, breathed in deeply trying to grasp the concept just how many she had. Three.. maybe even four earth shattering orgasms. She had NEVER, had.. no way. Her mind was trying to comprehend, the hot sensual sex, that had just taken place. She didn\'t have much to compare it with except her husband Lucius...

She was now breathing deeply and her face in his neck as he held her to him. “Stay here and sleep.” he whispered into her ear.

“Mmm.” was all she could say. She wasn’t sure if she could speak.

Her insides were still quivering. She felt him lay back and she slid off him, quite messy wishing she could use her wand. Harry pulled her into him, and kissed her neck, causing her eyes to close. Her small petite hand touched Harry’s shoulder, she then noticed a tattoo, on it. She hadn’t noticed it before. It caught her eye. She glanced over at it, and could only make out a black cross, and on the top said R.I.P. It was a nice cross. She couldn’t make out what was on the bottom of the cross. There was Ivy going around it.

“What\'s this?” asked Cissy finally able to speak.

Harry glanced at his shoulder, “Just a tattoo.” He smiled, “Don’t worry about it! Want to take a shower or a hot bath? I have a jacuzzi.” he told her, as his hands touched her soft creamy breast gently. She shivered instinctively, she looked up at him.

“You don’t want me to leave?” she asked, mildly surprise. She supressed a soft noise that wanted to escape as he played her breasts. They were extremely sensitive, more so than on some women.

He looked at her, “No way.” he smiled, “I want to know you...! I want to know why you don’t get touched, the way you should.” he said, bringing his mouth to her shoulder. He kissed it, causing her to breath in sharply. Her body was reacting again.

It wasn’t till after four thirty in the morning that the two fell finally fell asleep. Narcissa feeling for some reason this stranger, meant more to her at this moment than her own damn husband.