Harry Potter and the Half Blood Pimp Two

Chapter -3

The site STILL won\'t let me add my paragraphs to it. I have no idea what I am doing wrong. I am real sorry about this folks. I don\'t own Harry Potter. I hope every one continues to read and enjoy. Thanks!



The Hospital-

“MR.BROWN!” A nurse screamed as she found her body involuntarily going to her tiptoes, as Sirius Black pinched her ass. “I will not stand for this.”

“Good. Come lay with me.” Sirius laughed as he groped the nurse with his left hand, his right placed over his ass cheek, where a white bandage sat. “OW!” Sirius yelped as the nurse poking his ass with her finger, Sirius unable to roll off of his stomach.

“Serves you right.” She attempted to scowl as she used a wet rag to wipe the sweat of Sirius’s brow. “May be I need to spank you?” She giggled as she ran the rag down his cheek and back to his neck.

“May be you need to get over here and pull dem pants down and let me lap you up.” Sirius offered as his let his hand slowly run it’s way up the nurse’s pants leg.



Back at Hogwarts-



Dumbledore lay in bed, McGonagall pressed against his naked body. “Ninety nine bottles of beer on the wall… Ninety nine bottles of beer.” He began to sing, as he twiddled his thumbs.

“Albus?” McGonagall inquired sleepily, her head rising to look into his face. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Waiting for seconds.” Dumbledore grinned.

“Come here you geriatric wizard. Do you have the philosophers stone in your pants?”



Harrys House-



Harry showered and while Macey disposed of the blood soaked suit he had come home in. The warm water baptized his body and soul clean as he gripped the levers that controlled the release of the water. His mind floating listlessly as bronze and copper red swirled like a whirlpool by his feet, the worries of the battle that took place the night before disappearing with the evidence.

“I wish Hermione were here.” He whispered to himself as he listened to the door open, he knew one of his girls was coming to comfort him.

“Harry?” The soft supple inquiry spoke volumes, not that she did not know that Harry was there, but that she was asking if he would be ok.

“Yea girl.” Harry sighed as he heard the shower curtain rustle, turning around to face her friendly brown skinned face. “Everything will be ok. I got one of the fucks who hit Silver.”

“That’s wonderful.” Macey smiled to Harry as she shrugged her bathrobe off, her bare body sparkling as a fine mist from the water striking Harry’s back impacted with her smooth skin. “I’m so glad you are able to administer a little retribution for the crime.”

Harry simply shrugged as he unconsciously wiped the tears away from his eyes. He knew he looked like shit, his eyes red and puffy, while his voice cracked and croaked.

“It will be ok.” Macey intertwined her arms around Harry, her soft lips close to his ear. “You did what had to be done.” Her whisper calming his soul as her hands made small circles on his blood stained lower back.

“I hope so girl. I hope I did the right thing.” Harry confessed his fears as Macey pulled away from his body, her caramel colored skin tinged copper from the blood slowly flowing off of Harry’s body.

“I know you did Harry.” She assured him, her hands slowly lathering a washcloth and bar of soap together. “You did what had to be done.”

“It’s gonna be a war now.” Harry grimaced as Macey began to scrub his body with the soft soapy rag, her face slowly dipping from eye level as she worked her way down his body. “There will be more killing.”

“We all know.” Macey sighed softly as she kneeled before Harry, her manicured finger nails gently scraping at a particularly dirty spot on Harry’s stomach. “Every one is scared.”

“I’m here for you girls, not just me, but Remus and Sirius, we all are here for you girls.” Harry growled as he fought the urge to scream. “There is no reason for you girls to fear.”

Macey positively glowed as she continued to clean Harry, his frustrations and uncertainties finding a vent in reassuring her. “I know it will be ok.” Macey assured him, interjecting praise or admonishment where it was needed, her eyes slowly finding their way to Harry’s manhood.

“Macey.” Harry breathed as he realized Macey was staring at him. “Please don’t.” He half begged as she began to reach for his body.

“I can make you feel better Harry.” Macey pleaded as she looked up into his eyes.

“You all ready did.” Harry stated, a smile on his face, while the firm grip on Maceys wrist let her know he was not budging.

“Why not Harry. Why won’t you let me please you?” Macey whined as she breathed on Harry’s dick.

“Show me one crack addict who is a successful crack dealer.” Harry growled as he stepped back from Macey’s advances.

“Can’t you be happy?” Macey screeched as she pulled her self to stand before Harry. “Just once?”

“I am happy. As long as you girls are safe, my happiness is great.” Harry replied, his voice back to its normal tenor. “I didn’t mean to yell at you.”

“I didn’t mean to yell at you either.” Macey began to cry as she placed her arms around Harry’s neck. “I’m cold.” She giggled, as they had both not noticed that the water had lost its heat.

“Me to.” Harry laughed as he shut the water off.

“When can you rest?” Macey sighed as she stepped out of the tub, her skin slowly dripping onto the tiled floor.

“When I die.” Harry replied bluntly, his face firm.

“If this Hermione bitch does anything remotely less than please you.” Macey scowled as she snatched a towel off the rack on the wall. “I… we, will shank her ass.” Her voice reverberating off the walls as she walked out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around her head, her small damp butt glistening under the harsh light coming from the fixture above the sink.

“I need some damn sleep.” Harry cussed as he finished drying himself off and walked into his bedroom, the small shapes and grooves in the bed showing that his female companions were already asleep. “I know they be working harder than me.” He whispered as he began to place a blanket on the recliner that he occasionally napped on.

“Harry.” Maceys voice came from under the covers, “If you don’t get in this bed right now, I’m going to kick yo ass.”

“Yes ma’m.” Harry smirked as he crawled under the sheets, finding unconsciousness within moments.

“Mutha fucken soft hearted pimp mutha fucka.” Macey spat as she snuggled up with Harry. “Think you gonna let us sleep alone, cuz you worried about waking us up. Shiiiiit.”

“I love you girls.” Harry mumbled, his mind barely awake.

“We love you too.” Victoria, Macey, Crystal and Selena all replied sleepily before returning to sleep.



Remus Lupin had scrubbed himself clean and made his way to bed, only to be awoke twenty minutes later. Cynthia had returned finally from another job, her body sore from her actions she had performed with another faceless John.

“Why do you love me?” She whispered as she lay next to Remus, her finger nails playing with the hair on his chest.

“We cannot choose who we fall in love with. Only pursue the love of that who we have fallen for.” Remus whispered as he snuggled up closer to Cynthia, never noticing that she wore a pained expression.

“I love you Remus.” She whimpered.

At The Hospital-



Sirius Black loved a woman in a nursing outfit, almost as much as he loved a bare ass naked woman. “Kiss me baby.” He grinned as he was currently having what very much so looked like a party at the hospital.



Next Morning-



Harry finally pulled himself out of slumber at four in the afternoon. He had slept through breakfast and lunch, his stomach popping and grumbling with ferocity akin to a man-eating tiger.

“Fuck.”

“Awake?” Remus inquired as he was currently sitting in Harry’s recliner.

“Yes.” Harry spat as he rubbed his face with his hands. “What is up?”

“We have your clothing and your car ready for your date with Hermione and her parents tonight.” Remus grinned as he jingled a small set of keys in his hands.

“What am I driving?” Harry breathed heavily.

“The Porsche Cayenne.” Remus replied

“What am I wearing?” Harry continued.

“Two piece pin-stripe suit. Gold tie, gold suspenders, white shirt.” Remus described the clothing that was currently lying on the foot of Harry’s bed.

“How much time do I have?” Harry finally breathed.

“You need to leave within the hour.” Remus replied watching with a small chuckle as Harry threw the covers off his bed and began to scramble into the clothing.

“Fuck man.” Harry scowled as he hobbled about the room collecting his cologne and bulletproof vest. “Why didn’t any one wake me?”

Macey simply poked her head out from behind the bathroom door with a mischievous grin. “Harry needed his sleep.”

“God damn it girl.” Harry yelped as he stubbed his toe on the floor.

“Harry.” Remus finally stated. “Relax. You have plenty of time.”

Harry stopped and took three deep breaths. “I don’t have no fucking idea why I am freaking out.” He finally breathed as he reached into his closet to get an undershirt.

“Harry. Not that one.” Remus laughed as Harry looked down at the text on the front of the shirt.

Your little Princess is my little Whore

“Probably right Remus.” Harry laughed before throwing the shirt on the floor and grabbing a wife beater. “God this suit is hot.” Harry sighed as he slowly began to layer his clothing on, building his image out of cloth and silk.

“You will be fine.” Remus laughed.

“Remus?” Harry sighed as he slowly folded the tie around his neck. “Think I should you know.” Harry smirked as he brought two fingers up to his lips in a mime of smoking.

“No.” Macey shouted from within the bathroom.

“Damn.” Harry grinned.

Remus stood to pat him on the back. “You will be fine. It’s not like her dad is an assassin or something. He is a dentist, how bad can it be?”

Harry opened the door to the silver Porsche Cayenne. He had ordered it while he was in school, having let Remus drive it till he could come home to it. “Mmmmm.” Harry purred as the warm scent of new car blasted like heat from an oven, the door slowly opening to his touch.

The SUV was perfect to Harry. He had purchased the V8 option, wanting the maximum bang for his buck. It was sporty, big, and was rated as the best performing and handling SUV for, and for ninety thousand pounds, it better be. He had also purchased around six thousand pounds worth of stereo equipment.

Harry tossed a soft briefcase with extra clothes into the boot, letting it sail over the back seat before landing with a muffled shock against the rear hatch. Harry checked that there were six cds within the indash cd player. After a moment, he gripped the key and twisted, letting the car rumble to life.

Harry listened to almost the entire first cd before he finally pulled around the corner to Hermione’s house. “Made it.” He breathed as he realized he was two minutes early.

Hermione had been laying on the floor reading, her eyes on the window waiting for Harry to show up. She was worried he had forgotten, but her interest was piqued as the windows to her house were currently rattling. She wasn’t able to see into the Porsche that was in front of her house, but she had a good guess about who was in it.

Harry let the last moments of the song And then What by Young Jeezy fade away before flipping his stereo and the Porsche off in quick succession. Straightening his tie, Harry slipped the door open and slowly pulled himself out, leaning heavily on his cane.

Hermione stood behind the door, her hand on the knob waiting for Harry to ring the doorbell. She didn’t want to seem TO excited. “Oh who am I kidding?” She huffed before throwing the door open and running out to greet Harry.

“Hey baby!” Harry grinned widely as he opened his arms for a hug. “Look at yo fine ass.” He laughed as he gently pushed her back, holding one hand he twirled her about.

“Harry!” Hermione blushed as he finished twirling her and brought her back in for a hug. “What if my parents see?”

“Ok.” Harry pretended to be downtrodden before smiling at her again. “Can I get a kiss?”

“One.” Hermione began to lean towards him, before squeaking as Harry slipped his tongue into her mouth.

“That is a very bad Harry.” Hermione chastised as she wrapped her arms around Harry’s left arm, walking slowly with him as they walked towards the house.

“You know it girl.” Harry felt good, it was shaping up to be a good day already. “I got to sleep, gonna get something to eat. Might even get a little play.” He thought, his mind continueing to wander. “Hell, that tiny miniskirt Hermione is wearing is the perfect size for me to…” His train derailed as Hermione opened the door with a resounding shout.

“MOMMY! DADDY!”

“In the den kitten!” Harry could hear a female voice echo back to Hermione.

“Mmmm. Kitten.” Harry giggled as Hermione ran a finger down his cheek playfully. “You gonna get got girl. You keep playing like that.”

Hermione giggle as she guided Harry through the house. There was something about the house that he just couldn’t put his finger on. “You got a nice house.” Harry smiled as he looked about, noticing a lot of military paraphernalia. “Yo dad an army nut?”

“More of a Marines nut.” Hermione smiled, as she beamed over Harry’s interest in her family.

“Ah this must be yo mama!” Harry grinned as he gestured towards a woman bending over rummaging in a liquor cabinet. “Mr. Granger.” Harry smiled as he walked over to shake hands with a brown haired man in a white lab coat.

“Harry!” Hermione giggled as she threw a look at her mother, who had whirled around with a surprised look on her face. “That’s not my dad!”

“It isn’t? Harry turned in mid shake with the man.

“That’s my dad!” Hermione smiled as she pointed over Harry’s shoulder towards a door.

“Holy CHRIST!” Harry mouthed slowly as he turned his head slowly, his eyes widening like saucers.

“Daddy!” Hermione laughed as she ran up to her father, her form dwarfed by his 6’3 225 pound stature. “Meet my boyfri-oops. Well he is my boyfriend daddy! Isn’t he great?”

Mr. Granger harrumphed as he crested fully into the living room, his head only inches from the roof. “Mr. Granger.” He grumbled, the ground shaking under his every step. At least, Harry thought the ground was shaking with his every step.

“Harry Potter Sir.” Harry straightened himself up, his hand extended, a tooth on his lip as it felt as though Mr. Granger was attempting to crush his hand. “Hermione had told me you were a dentist.”

Mrs. Granger laughed causing his head to turn towards her, the face he saw made his blood turn to ice. “Patricia Granger?” Harry whispered as he recognized his lawyer.

“You know her?” Mr. Granger scowled as he squeezed harder causing Harry to yelp.

“Daddy! Let go! You’re hurting him!” Hermione hissed as she stepped up next to Harry.

Mr. Granger roughly tossed Harry’s hand down, almost making him fall. “Uhhh.” Harry began, but Mrs. Granger quickly interrupted him.

“No. I do not know him.” She replied quickly, her eyes shinning with questions Harry knew he would be answering eventually.

“I uhhh, saw her on tv once.” Harry quickly lied, hoping he hadn’t betrayed any information to the monster that had fathered his girlfriend.

Mr. Granger simply growled his acceptance of the answer. “I’m THE DENTIST, not A dentist.”

“Excuse me. I’m going to go ahead and go home.” The brown haired man laughed uncomfortably as he stood. “Beautiful cabinet you made Patricia.”

“Good night Raymond.” Mr. And Mrs. Granger both smiled at him, before Mr. Granger whirled back on Harry with a sneer.

“The dentist Hermione?” Harry choked as he whispered to her, in a moments reprieve as Raymond was being walked out.

“He is the No.1 Sniper in the British Special Forces/Marines. They call him the dentist because he always aims for the mouth. He is just a big teddy bear!” Hermione giggled at the comical expression on Harry’s face. “Don’t worry, as long as mom and me are here, he will behave.”

Harry simply mouthed like a fish before straightening up again as Mr. Granger walked back into the room.

“How did you get the Porsche?” Mr. Granger immediately interrogated. “Steal it?”

“Daddy!”

“I bought it… Sir.” Harry was starting to get pissed. “While I was in school.”

“What do you do for a living then?” Mr. Granger continued to stare holes in Harry’s head.

“I own a night club. Several.” Harry replied coolly. “I do alright for myself.”

“More like some sort of thug.” Mr. Granger spat as he eyed Harry’s cane. “Why are you wearing a bullet proof vest if you just own a night club?”

Harry felt Hermione’s and her mothers eyes snap to him as he tried to quickly think of an answer. “Never know when you might get car jacked when you are driving a Porsche.”

Mr. Granger simply scowled.

“So what are we doing tonight?” Mrs. Granger forced a smiled as she clapped her hands together.

“Think it is cute to recognize my wife’s ass huh?” Mr. Granger blurted, shocking Harry but only angering the women.

“Daddy!”

“Hunny! Get the hell out of this room if you can’t behave!” Mrs. Granger shouted as she rounded on her husband.

With one last glare Mr. Granger walked out of the room, the house shaking on its foundation as he slammed the door open and closed.

Harry was using his index finger to make space between his collar and throat as he shifted uneasily, a small hop forming in his legs as he tried to balance on his one good leg.

“Harry. Sit down please.” Hermione motioned to the couch, as she took a seat with just enough room for Harry.

Harry hobbled over, doing his damndest to keep their carpet safe from his cane, breathing a sigh of relief as he sat down.

“I’m sorry.” Hermione began to sniffle as Harry threw an arm around her neck.

“Girl. I would be worried if the man didn’t like me.” Harry grinned as he poked Hermione in the tummy with his free hand.

“I just wanted every one to like each other.” Hermione sighed as a smile tugged at her lips from Harrys tickling.

“We will all be happy. I’ll take every one out to dinner and some entertainment, then me and you will go to a party I know of.” Harry explained his plans as he kissed her cheek, oblivious to Mrs. Grangers watchful eye. “Now dry dem eyes girl and lets get dis thing rolling.”

Hermione smiled a bit, she couldn’t believe how she had come from despising Harry’s ebonics, to thinking it was cute. She finally lifted her face to stare into his eyes, fighting the urge to profess her love to him in front of her mother.

Harry simply smiled as he nodded lightly, knowling, at her.

“Now that that is settled.” Hermiones mother interrupted with a tentative hem hem, perhaps I could know what I need to wear for where we are going?

“Anything you would like ma’m.” Harry replied happily, “Every one knows me there, we can go how ever we want.”

“I’m changing.” Hermione and her mother both exclaimed as their eyes lit up with the prospect of dressing nice for somewhere fancy. “I hope I have something gold so I can match with Harry.” Hermione yelped to herself as the two women made their way out of the room with commands to make himself at home.

Ring Ring

Harry reached into his pocket as his cell phone rang, finding the lightly vibrating contraption he held it to his ear as he smashed the on key.

“HAAAARRRY!” The voice blared out of the speaker, causing Harry to drop the phone. “HAARRY! MY ASS IS FEELING GREAT! WOOOO! IT DOESN’T EVEN FEEL LIKE ANY ONE POKED ME IN MA ASS ANY MORE!”

Harry would have laughed if it weren’t for the deadly glare that was coming from Mr. Grangers disgusted face, one eye brow cocked precariously as he continued to listen to Sirius rave about his ass.

BEEP

Harry quickly mashed the off button, a nervous cough escaping his lips as he stared right back at Mr. Granger.

“I see it was your phone ringing.” Mr. Granger scowled.

“Yes sir.”

“About poked ass huh?”

“It’s what I do.” Harry slammed a hand over his mouth as Mr. Granger’s neck began to bulge.

“You think your funny you little shit. I don’t like you.” He growled, little drops of spit flying precariously close to Harry’s face.

“Guess what?” Harry inquired, his anger beginning to come through. “I ain’t dating yo ass, I’m dating yo daughter!” Harry seethed with equal malice.

“Daddy! Harry!” Hermione threw the door open with a great big smile on her face as Mr. Granger and Harry leaned back away from each other. “I am so glad you two are getting along!” She grinned as she modeled the tight fitting red dress she had bought the day after she came back from Hogwarts. “Surprise!” Hermione grinned as she twirled around.

“Oooooo WEEEEE!” Harry exclaimed, “Look at you girl!” His praise silenced by her father standing behind her mouthing I’ll kill you to him.

“I knew you would like it!” She cheered, before turning to her dad.

Mr. Granger quickly put on a smile before telling her that she looked very nice.

“And me?” Mrs. Granger asked, her face turning red as Harry gave a perfect copy of his previous “Oooo Weeee!”

“Thank you Harry.” Mrs. Granger smiled at him before scowling at her husband.

“Now I know where Hermione gets it from.” Harry grinned as he pulled himself off the couch, using his cane as leverage. “Aren’t you going to dress up?” Harry smirked at Mr. Granger.

“No.” He hissed, as Hermione and Patricia threw him dirty looks.

“Well, lets head to the car.” Harry smiled as he offered his arm to Hermione. “God you look good. I’m burning up.” He laughed as he smashed the ignore button on his cell phone in his pocket, the phone having started ringing again.



Back at Harry’s house-



“Sirius!” Remus yelled as they wrestled with the phone. “It is obvious Harry is busy with his date, and is NOT interested in your ass!”

“How can someone not be interested in my ass?” Sirius growled his reply as he threatened to bite Remus’s arm. “Don’t you want to tell him you found a replacement for Cynthia?”

“It all can wait one day.” Remus growled as he slapped at Sirius’s mouth, trying to keep him from biting him. “Don’t bite me dick head!” He yelped as he attempted to yank his arms away while holding onto the phone.

“Give!” Sirius commanded as he hit the speed dial again, while Remus deftly switched the phone off, their movements a perfect circle of annoyance.

“No!”

“Yes!”

“YES!” Remus shouted, confusing Sirius long enough to yank the phone away. “Ha ha! I am the victor!”

“Ha Ha! Cell Phone!” Sirius shouted as he ran towards the bathroom, the giggles of the girls only fueling his antics.

“You are such an attention whore.” Remus shouted, causing Sirius to stop in his tracks.

“I am not!” Sirius yelped as he spun on his heels. “I just think Harry would be happy to hear from me.”

“I am sure he would, but he is currently trying to make nice with Hermione’s parents right now, I do not think your diatribe about your ass would be welcomed. Present circumstances not withstanding.”

“Why are you so damn smart.” Sirius grumbled as he made to sit on the couch. “Fucking big words Remus.”

“Sirius.”

“Yea?”

“Shut the fuck up and get us two beers.”

“That is a language I can speak.”



In the Porsche-



Hermione’s mother and father fidgeted as Harry began driving away from their cozy neighborhood right into the heart of the slums. They felt as though they were entering a concrete jungle, the eyes of crack addicts shining in the darkness of the alleyways.

“Best food is out here.” Harry explained as he fidgeted with the controls to the stereo of his Porsche for the seventh time, he had refrained from turning on music so as not to bug Mrs. Granger.

“Harry. If you want music, we will listen to what ever you want.” Hermione smiled as she reached to press the play button, her deft movement unnoticed by Harry until it was too late.

OOOO ME SO HORNY!

The speakers blasted to life with the soft touch of Hermione’s fingertip, the uneasy calm of the SUV shattered as Me so Horny by 2 live crew shook the very frame of the vehicle. Harry could feel the bass in his chest, and he knew every one else in the car could hear it to.

Harry quickly flipped the stereo off, but the damage was already done. Hermione was laughing, and Harry could practically feel the heat from Mr. Grangers nostrils on the back of his neck. Harry had a very comical thought of Mr. Granger with a cow nose ring in the back seat puffing steam out of his nose. He wished he hadn’t laughed, but now he and Hermione were both laughing together, and after a moment, Mrs. Granger was as well.

“I think I have a cd in my purse some where. Let me look.” Hermione giggled as she wiped her eyes. “Here we go. Let’s try this.”

Harry ejected CD 6 and allowed Hermione to load hers in its place. The Beatles began to play, as Harry turned his bass as low as it would go. “I can live with this.” Mr. Granger and Harry stated at the same time.



The drive relaxed Harry, allowing him to concentrate on the night to come. He simply hoped that it would be as good as he would like.

“Harry?” Hermione interuppted his musings as he was parked at a stop sign, several men in ratty clothing had walked up to the car with spray bottles and dingy rags, offering to clean Harry\'s windows.

“Yea?” Harry inquired as he rolled his window down, while reaching into his pocket for his wallet. “Is something wrong?” He turned his face to look at her, noticing that she was currently staring almost fearfully at all the men surrounding the car.

“Is this... safe?” She began to whisper as her eyes darted back and forth between all the men, her fear of the unknown beginning to show.

“Yes. Don\'t you think you\'re tempting fate bullet proof vest boy?” Mr. Granger hissed as he leaned forward in his seat, cramping Harry.

“Shiiit.” Harry laughed as he pulled four 50$ pound notes from his wallet. “These guys are trying to clean up their act, that\'s all.” He snickered as he handed a note to each of the men.

“They will probably just use that money to purchase drugs or prostitutes!” Mr. Granger growled as he stared at the men happily walking away from the car.

“Mabe they will be buying food fo\' der\' wives and diapers for da baby?” Harry turned in his seat, his face inches from Mr. Grangers. “Ya feel me? It ain\'t like I be spendin YO money!” His anger beginning to return.

“I think it was very kind of Harry to do that. Trust is a rare commodity.” Mrs. Granger piped in, sensing a fight about to escalate.

“We almost there.” Harry stated with a tinge more hardness then he meant as he turned back around to grip the steering wheel. “Don\'t worry.” He continued as he reached over to squeeze Hermione\'s thigh, sensing hate filled eyes on his every move. “Every one is happy baby.”

Hermione rolled her eyes as a grin came to her lips; Harry had found the ticklish spot just above her knee. “Ok Harry.” She huffed as she gripped his wrist. “Every one is happy.”

“We are here.” Harry smiled as he slowly pulled the car into a chain linked yard, a large warehouse like structure looming in the darkness, a single door lit by a lone lamp hanging overhead. “They have the best thai food here.” He smiled as he pulled the key from the ignition, the Porsche cutting off with the twist of his wrist.

“Looks shady to me.” Mr. Granger growled as he roughly opened the door to the Porsche, much to the chagrin of Harry. “I bet it looks awful inside.”

Harry simply cracked his neck and shrugged his shoulders, a look of frustration on his face. “Smile Harry.” He thought before plastering the largest, cheesiest fake smile he had ever worn.

Harry hobbled over to Hermione\'s door, opening it for her. “My lady?” He grinned as she blushed from all the attention he was lavishing upon her.

“Thank you.” She giggled as Harry offered his arm to her. “Having fun already mother?” She called over her shoulder as Mrs. Granger was pinching her father on the arm.

“Peachy!” Her mother called back as Harry led them through the dark parking lot.

“Alot of expensive cars here.” Mr. Granger comented before exclaiming, “Damnit woman that hurt!” His expression stern as he rubbed the inside of his bicep.

Harry laughed lightly as he finally broke through the darkness and into the dim light granted by the inadequate bulb flickering in protest of its position. “Let me just get us in.” He explained as he thrusted hard twice against the door with the tip of his cane.

A small slit in the door cracked open revealing an eye. “Password?”

“I run these streets.”

“Welcome back King Magick.” The man grinned as the sound of several locks clanking echoed through the parking lot, the door slowly swinging open for the groups entrance. “Business or pleasure?”

“Pleasure.” Harry smirked as he untwined his arm from Hermione\'s and wrapped it around her waist. “Everything is ready for my date tonight. Yes?” Harry inquired as he stepped firmly into the entrance hall of the building. It was still dank, and there wasn\'t much light, but the sound of music and a small crack of light from below a door down the hall beckoned the group forward.

“Of course. Any thing for you sir.” The man smiled as he motioned for the group to walk down the hall.

“Thanks.” Harry grinned before withdrawing a small stack of pounds from his pocket, tossing them nonchalantly to the doorman. “I wouldn\'t forget you either.”

“Boy sure does throw money around.” Mr. Granger whispered to his wife as they shared a look. “There is something I don’t like about him.”

“This way.” Harry commanded as he led the group down the empty hall to the final door. “This place is the best.” Harry assured the group who now looked very nervous.

If there were any way to describe pure surprise, it would have to do with the faces of Grangers. Their eyes wide as they soaked in the entire room, their interest jumping between the most prominent features of the room.

On the left on a raised platform sat the dining area, large square tables with white cloth upon them sat, four chairs around each table. The floor was tiled in the most exquisite Mexican designs. To their right was a dance floor, lasers and smoke dancing about on in the air and on the floor. A DJ was currently mixing rap songs with techno beats. Back that ass up (techno remix) blared from the six-foot tall speakers.

“Sir.” A tall skinny man in a tuxedo smiled as he gestured towards the dining area. “Welcome back. How has every thing been?”

“Great!” Harry grinned widely as he tugged lightly on Hermione, drawing her away from simply staring in the doorway. “This is my girlfriend Hermione and her parents.” Harry motioned as they walked at a comfortable pace for the limpin-pimp to a table that had been reserved for them.

“Thank you sir.” Harry grinned as he pulled Hermione’s seat back for her, tucking her close to the table before hobbling to his side at her left.

Mr. Granger reached out and pulled Mrs. Granger’s seat out with a bit less finesse than Harry. “Thank you honey.” She grinned, sounding slightly miffed. “You are the gentleman aren’t you?”

“What I usually have. For every one.” Harry stated firmly as the waiter simply nodded and walked off. “Good. Right on time.” Harry grinned as two waitresses had walked up to the group with two large bouquets of red roses.

“For Ms. And Mrs. Granger.” The girls smiled as they handed the roses to the women.

“They are beautiful Harry!” Hermione practically shouted as she inhaled deeply of the flowers.

“Gorgeous.” Mrs. Granger concurred.

Harry was grinning and looking down at the table, but looked up as he noticed motion in his peripheral vision. His movement threw Hermione’s aim off, and her kiss meant for his cheek landed squarely on his lips.

Mrs. Granger giggled while Mr. Granger cracked his knuckles.

“Thanks.” Harry smirked as Hermione blushed furiously. “I think that was a a lot better than the flowers I gave you.”

Hermione simply beamed as Harry leaned back in his seat. The waiter having returned with iced tea for every one and four wine glasses.

“A taste?” The waiter offered as he held up a very expensive looking wine bottle.

“Certainly!” Harry grinned as he gestured to the glasses.

“Now just wait a minute.” Mr. Granger scowled. “Hermione and you aren’t old enough to drink.”

“Mrs. Granger?” Harry inquired his eyes locked with hers.

“I think its fine, if it isn’t much.” Patricia shrugged.

“250$ pounds madam.” The waited impassively replied.

“For the bottle?” Mrs. Granger choked.

“Per glass.” He replied.

“Fine. I will have two glasses.” Mr. Granger smirked, causing Hermione and Mrs. Granger to prepare to scream at him, but Harry quickly interrupted their train of thought by shocking them.

“Leave the bottle.”

“What?” Even Mr. Granger was surprised by Harry’s declaration.

“You messing with Mr. Money aint a thing.” Harry scowled as he took the bottle from the hands of the waiter. “Put it on my bill.”

“Yes sir.”

“Harry. Alex!” Hermione’s mother shrieked as she pointed between the two. “Honey, tell Harry you were just joking.”

“You don’t have to…” Harry handing him the bottle cut off Mr. Granger.

“You’ll need it. The look on her face says you will be sleeping on the couch.” Harry laughed as he pointed at Patricia.

Hermione simply sat stunned, her eyes wide as she calculated the cost of the bottle. “Harry?” She breathed slowly. “That bottle was worth more than two thousand pounds.”

“I’m sure it is.” Harry replied nonchalantly as he craned his neck to look at the dance floor.

“Harry. You don’t have to try to impress us.” Hermione continued, a far away look in her eyes. “Please?”

“Look. I’m sorry baby. HE was making me mad.” Harry jerked his head in the direction of Mr. Granger. “I got carried away. It really isn’t a big deal. You tell me what you want, and I’ll do it for you.”

“Take the bottle back?” Hermione asked with her eyes slightly watery.

“No.” Harry replied sternly. “I can’t. It would be bad form. I would loose face here.”

“Then all I want is a dance, and I think my dad should have a chance to pay you back.” Hermione scowled at her father.

“Ok. If he shakes my hand and says it was nice to meet me at the end of the night. It’ll be even.” Harry replied firmly.

“Harry. That isn’t what I mean…” But Hermione was cut off by a deep sigh from Harry.

“I just want to be accepted by the family of the woman I love.” Harry growled with his head held high.

“Touching.” Mr. Granger sneered.

“Thanks. Did I come on to fast? I practiced it for years.” Harry replied snarkily. “Just for the day when I got to meet someone as great as you.”

“Harry.”

“Sorry baby.”

Hem Hem

The food had finally arrived and Harry was starving. The food consisted of beef with rice noodles in a peanut sauce, with a small bowl of white rice on the side. “You can get practically anything here, but this is my favorite.” Harry grinned at Hermione.

“It smells kind of like peanut butter.” Hermione thought aloud as she pressed with her fork into the middle of her plate.

“Try it. It’s great.”

“I have had this.” Mr. Granger spoke quietly. When I was in China for a tour of duty.

“Did you like it?” Harry inquired slowly.

“Very much so.” Mr. Granger replied evenly. “It has a very distinctive taste.”

“Yes it does.” Harry continued their small conversation, noticing from the corner of his eye Hermione perking up.

“Is China fun daddy?” Hermione finally spoke.

“The food is good, but the job was all business.” He replied softly to his daughter.

“I can only imagine.” Harry tipped his head lightly to Mr. Granger. “Please, tell us a story?” Harry continued, as he noticed Hermione and her mother both cheering up with their conversation.

“I don’t have a very glamorous job.” Mr. Granger laughed lightly, attempting to connect with Harry at some level. “I go in, do my job, and get out.”

“I feel you.” Harry nodded, his eyes betraying just how much he knew.

“Do you?” Mr. Granger asked with a twinge of curiosity.

“Of course. Business is all cut throat and what not.” Harry quickly replied before digging into his food and averting his eyes.

Eventually they had finished their food and the conversation had died away so Harry offered the dance to Hermione. “Shall we?” He had asked, as he stood up.

“I would like to talk more to you Harry.” Mr. Granger spoke with a courteousness he had not used yet, as Hermione stooped, in the middle of standing up. “After your dance, of course.”

Harry simply nodded before extending his arm to Hermione and walking her to the dance floor. As they made their way to the dance floor, they found the DJ had switched to a much more slow song. Tell me by Bobby Valentino echoed through the building as Harry wrapped an arm around Hermione’s waste, their dancing slow and deliberate as Harry attempted to make his steps as smooth as possible.

“I’m sorry.” Harry began, before being cut off by Hermione.

“Don’t you dare be sorry.” Hermione whispered into his ear as she nibbled on his lobe.

“I used to dance better.”

“You dance wonderfully. You are in fact the first person to ever dance with me.”

“I love you girl.”

“I love you to Harry.”

Soon the song was over and Hermione was pulling her head off of Harry’s shoulder. Her entire body feeling sluggish and relaxed as she wrinkled her nose lightly in a dainty smile.

“Let me hit the bathroom, then I will get us a fast one.” Harry grinned as he hobbled off the floor calling over his shoulder as he went. “Go ahead and dance without me.” A smile on his face.

Hermione simply stood dumbfounded for a moment before the DJ mixed the song Im So into you by Fabolous into the beat; slowly he was building momentum up for the faster songs.

Her body wiggled and swayed to the tune of the music, Harry having taught her how to identify the beat to move to. She held her hands in the air over her head letting them move slowly and fluidly, eyes closed, she thought only of Harry.

“Harry?” She questioned as she felt hands on her back as someone began to dance with her, her eyes jerking open causing her to stumble as she realized some other man had stepped up to her.

“Hey girl.” The man grinned as he held a beer bottle in one hand, his eyes burning lustily.

“Get away from me.” Hermione hissed, pushing the man backwards. “I’m seeing someone.”

“Yea! Me!” He laughed as several of his friends were standing around sharing in his tormenting of Hermione.

“Hey you! Get away from her!” Mr. Granger had stepped down to the floor, having seen Hermione being accosted.

“Why you mutha fucking…” The thug began to state as he drew a large knife out of his pocket. “I oughta…” What he thought he should do, he never spoke as he dropped the knife.

“That’s what I thought.” Mr. Granger grinned, before realizing the men were looking past him. “What the?” He whispered as he slowly looked over his shoulder to see Harry standing behind him with a death scowl.

“Problem?” Harry simply stated.

“Of course not K.M.” The man hurriedly replied, his hands shaking lightly. “This lass isn’t yours is she?”

“She is my girlfriend.”

“Oh god.” The man breathed heavily as his knees began to quake. “I didn’t know. Please. You have to believe me.” He begged as his face turned ashen.

“Look. I’m having a great night so far. Why don’t you and your friends leave.” Harry nodded slowly as though thinking of some great scheme. “Just don’t bother me, or let me see you for the rest of the night.”

“I think I’m going to be sick.” The man exclaimed as he ran for the door, his friends behind him.

“Just a night club owner huh?” Mr. Granger asked with a look that may have been respect behind his eyes.

“They wouldn’t be on the guest book any more.” Harry smirked before walking up to Hermione. “Did they hurt you?”

“No. I am fine.”

“Want me to hurt them?”

“No Harry.”

“Then shall we dance.” He grinned as the song changed to Balling out of control by Jermaine Dupri.

“I don’t know how to dance to this.” Hermione giggled as Harry started to perform the Harlem Shake.

“It’s really easy.” Harry grinned as his shoulders and arms popped to the rhythm of the music. “Just up and down with the shoulders.” He demonstrated. “Then you just pop the arms at the elbows every once in a while.”

“I think I will just watch you on this one. I feel silly.” Hermione laughed as Harry took on a more serious face, his form perfect, occasionally gripping his suspenders making a very interesting show.

Harry finished the song and Hermione simply cheered with the rest of the people who had stopped their dancing to watch. “That was great Harry.” She beamed as he made several small bows to the crowd.

“Thanks. I used to Cwalk to, but this took care of that.” He sighed as he tapped his leg. “Don\'t worry” He continued as he noticed Hermione\'s crestfallen face.

“One more dance?” Hermione asked as another slow jam began, as the DJ called out last dance of the night.

“Sure.” Harry grinned, but he felt weak and his good leg was killing him. “One more dance.”

Hermione grinned widely as the song Slow Motion by Juvenile began to play. “It isn\'t the remix, but its OUR song.” She giggled as Harry smiled widely.

“Your parents?” Harry inquired as Hermione had turned her back to him, pressing herself firmly against him. Any form of protest he may have been forming disappeared as Hermione reached back over her left shoulder and stroked Harry\'s hair with her left hand.

“I like your messy hair.”

“Mmmmm.”

“Where did you get your scar? I have always wanted to ask you.” She asked carefully, hoping she didn\'t offend him.

Harry laughed lightly as he ran his hands up and down Hermione\'s abdomen and hips. “I came like that.”

“What do you mean?” She continued, realizing Harry wasn\'t self conscious about it.

“Just that. When Silver and Cynthia got me, I had already been scratched.” Harry smiled at her. “They wanted to call me lightning, but luckily they found the pendant and I gots my name.”

“Wait. Who is Silver? I know you had talked about Cynthia before, but I thought she was your sister.” Hermione asked, her brow furrowed.

Harry realized be had never really spoken about his life outside of school, but then again, neither had Hermione. They were usually in class, or making out once they became close. “I will tell you all about it on the ride home?” Harry inquired as Hermione bent over and touched the floor before dragging her fingertips back up her leg with a snap of her neck. “Yeaaaaaa girl.” Harry grinned as her hair tickled his face.

“I\'ve been reading.” She giggled as she noticed Harry\'s impressed face.

“That I like to hear.” Harry smiled seductively at her, as the music finally faded away.

“I didn\'t know you could dance.” Patricia stated as she gave an odd look to Hermione. “Like that.” She added, as an afterthought.

Mr. Granger simply stood quietly near by, an intense look on his face.

“I read about it.” Hermione smirked, “Watched a little television to.”

“Is there anything you can\'t learn fast?” Harry beamed as he wrapped an arm around Hermione. “Shall we head on home?”

“What about the party tonight?” Hermione inquired as they began to leave the building.

“Gotta take your parents home first.” Harry replied as he stepped out into the cool night, the door man holding the door open for their exit.

“It is already 11 o-clock at night, shouldn\'t you be getting home Harry?” Mr. Granger asked hopefully.

“Oh. No. That is all right sir.” Harry laughed lightly as he opened the doors to the Porsche. “I run the house, every one else there answers to me.”

“What about your parents?” Mrs. Granger inquired.

“Dead.” Harry stated blandly as he hobbled to his side of the car after helping Hermione in.

“Eh?” Mr. Granger asked with an incredulous look. “No one to take care of you?”

“I live with... friends...” Harry chose his words carefully. “But I own the house. If I want to stay out tonight, I can. Can Hermione go with me to this party?”

“Where is it?” Patricia inquired.

“A mansion in upper London.” Harry explained, as he rattled off the street names that connected to the large compound.

“I should have guessed a mansion.” Mr. Granger shook his head as he tried to comprehend how someone so young could be so well connected.

“Can I please mommy? Daddy?” Hermione asked excitedly as she twisted in her seat to look at her parents in the back.

“I don\'t know about that.” Mr. Granger thought aloud as he looked to his wife.

“Will there be adults there?” Mrs. Granger inquired as she looked at Harry\'s impassive face.

“Nothing but. We will be the youngest, except for may be a few very small children.” Harry tried to assure her.

“I think it is too late. May be some other time.” Mr. Granger shook his head, as Hermione sighed exasperatedly.

“We have church tomorrow kitten.” Mrs. Granger consoled her daughter, but have a strange feeling as she watched Harry bite his lip in thought.

Eventually Harry got them home, stepping out of the SUV, he walked Hermione to the door. Her parents stood around for a bit speaking to Harry and Hermione until they realized Harry wasn\'t leaving till they went inside.