Mr. Tambourine Man

“Wake up, honey,” Harry woke to a sweet voice. His eyes fluttered open. His mind instantly forgetting the dream he just had. Ginny was looking into the life-size mirror, trying on her new earring he had bought for her yesterday. She was wearing a suit made for a woman. It wasn’t very sexy but the clothes didn’t hide the mean body she had underneath all the cloth.

He knew what was underneath the clothes. The smooth skin. The curved body that fitted nicely as his hands roamed around when they made love. Harry soon found himself with a hard on.

Ginny turned to see his growing erection. She smiled. “You are insatiable, you know that?” She laughed and leaned down to give him a kiss on the lips.

“Can’t you stay, Gin?” Harry asked, almost begging. “You work hard all the time. It wouldn’t hurt to give yourself a nice treat now and then.”

“Well, I’ve always wanted to go to the muggle theatre with Ernie McMillian.”

“Ginny! Did you forget that you’re married to me?”

“I was just pulling your leg, sweetie,” she kissed him again. “But I’ve really got to go or I’ll be late.”

“Well, if you’re late just tell your boss it was because you were busy riding out your husband’s dick.”

“Oh, yes, he’ll accept that.”

She blew him a kiss before apparrating out of the flat. Harry breathed out a long stream of air before he rolled off of bed. He stretched and yawned and scratched his balls. The mirror reflected his well-toned naked body. He walked out of the bedroom without bothering to dress his naked self.

The scents of cooked eggs, sweet bacon, and hot coffee led him to the kitchen. He helped himself to breakfast and sat at the table with a plate of food and a mug of the steaming coffee. As he took in his first bite a *pop* was heard in the living room. Ron was here, he thought. He was here to tell him whether Hermione said yes or no to his marriage proposal last night.

“Oi, mate,” Ron called out. “Are you home?”

“I’m in the kitchen.”

Ron barged in with a huge smile plastered on his freckled face. The smile faltered a bit as Ron saw that Harry was bare naked in the kitchen. He rolled his eyes.

“Jesus, mate, you could’ve at least put on a robe or something,” said Ron.

Harry shrugged.”Does it turn you on? Or does it make you nervous?

“It’s just weird.”

Harry chuckled.

“But,” started Ron. “I’m not here to oggle at your body. I’m here to tell you something great.”

“Hermione said yes.”

“YES!” Ron leaped into the air with joy.

“Please tell me how you, the great suave Ronald Weasley, managed to do that.”

“I took her to dinner at the new restaurant in Diagon Alley. I managed to reserve the more secluded area in the second floor. It was very romantic, and the night was just perfect and beautiful. A candlelight dinner for two can never grow old. We’ve got a real great view of Diagon Alley at night. She was really beautiful, mate. Each day she just gets better and better. She wore the red dress. It was simple but sexy.”

Harry smiled a small smile, trying to picture Hermione in the dress.

“Then we went for a walk around Diagon Alley,” continued Ron. “We sat together at a bench in the park. We just sat there talking about our time in Hogwarts, reminiscing the great times with you and the better times with just me and Hermione.”

Harry frowned. Did Hermione really think that spending time with Ron was better than having him around? Well, they were a couple, but the thought just seemed to irritate him a bit.

“I took out the ring, and I got down on one knee. I was very...nervous but I got a hold of myself. So then I asked her, “Hermione, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. There’s no one else. No one. Then she said...yes.”

There was silence between the two men. Was it tension in the air or only plain silence? Harry couldn’t tell, but he knew something was there.

“Well,” said Ron, breaking the silence. “Hermione and I are throwing an engagement party tonight. It’s all planned out. I even convinced Hermione to let me have a couple of house elves to help with the event. But I have to pay those little bastards.” He chuckled. “Of course, you and Mrs. Potter are invited.”

“When? Where?”

“8 in the evening at my place.”

“We’ll be there.”

“Great!”

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Harry stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. His face covered in blood. His reached out and tasted the thick liquid. Ginny’s blood. Hermione’s blood. Ron’s blood. He didn’t know whose blood it was anymore. He let out a sob. He hastily turned the faucet on. He stuck his hands under the faucet and wiped his face with the cold water. His hands moved fast, clearing off the blood.

When he looked back into the mirror it was still there as if he had never attempted to wash it off. In deep anguish he smashed the mirror with his two bare fists.

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“He keeps staring at me,” whispered Harry to his co-worker and former classmate, Terry Boot. Both were in the waiting line for a late lunch at the Ministry of Magic cafeteria. Terry searched through the crowd of faces, but saw no one who was staring his friend.

“Who? I don’t see anyone,” he said.

“It’s Malfoy.”

“Malfoy? Why’s he staring? Does he have a thing for you?”

“No, not like that. He’s looking at me as if...he’s worried about something.”

“Like something happening to you?”

“I don’t know, but let’s find a table away from his.”

They gathered their food and found a table where the Unspeakables sat.

“Ron proposed to Hermione last night,” said Harry before taking a bite of his sandwich.

“Really? Did she say yes?”

“...Yeah.”

“Didn’t you use to like her?”

“Hermione?”

“Yeah.”

The kiss at the train station. The way she soothed his scarred hands with the magical liquid. The comfortness she gave him when he discovered Remus had died.

“No,” Harry shook his head. “At least not in that way.”

“Oh.”

The cellular phone inside the pocket of Harry’s robes began to vibrate. He quickly answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey, honey, Hermione just told me the news,” Ginny said, happily. “It’s about time they get married. It’s been about...what? Six years since they’ve been dating.”

“Yeah, at the end of our seventh year and your sixth year.”

“Do you think you’ll be able to get off early from work?”

“Um, why?”

“Well, we’ve got to go shopping and buy them a gift.”

“I guess I can try but I can’t promise you anything.”

“Ok, well, I’ve got go. I’ll call you back later on to ask you again.”

“Alright.”

“I Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

He hung up and placed the phone back into his pocket.

“I don’t think you’ll be able to go shopping, mate,” Terry said sadly in a sarcastic way.

“Why is that?”

“We’ve got a shitload of paperwork to complete by the end of our day.”

“Well, I can’t work all night. I’ve got the engagement party to attend.”

“Yeah, I guess, I’ll be the one staying for the night working on the papers late at night...again.”

“I’m sorry, mate, I’ll make it up to you.”

“You better.”

They continued to eat their lunch, enjoying the Unspeakables company.