Paranoid - Part 1

After finishing his talk with Neville, Harry was hard pressed to keep his face straight. Sure he liked Neville and he even thought it great that Neville had gotten himself laid but he just couldn’t help feeling sorry for not being there to see Pansy’s face when she found out who had fucked her. At first he had felt nearly as mortified as Neville must have once he found out but after talking for nearly half an hour over the floo they had gotten past that and just found it hilarious. He practically begged Neville to let him tell this little story to Ron, who’s hate for Slytherins was legendary and who would’ve had a field day about this, but in the end he had been sworn not to say a word to him.

Trying to put the whole thing out of his mind for the time being, Harry went into the kitchen and fixed himself lunch. Sometime, while he was eating he had the glorious idea. If he couldn’t tell Ron himself he could at least tell someone who would pass it on, couldn’t he? After telling his consciousness to shut the fuck up he decided he would just do that and with a smile on his face he walked over to his fireplace.

Hearing the gong of an incoming call George walked over to the fireplace wondering who this could be. Seeing Harry’s face poking out of the fire was a pleasant surprise though and with a smile he said, “Hey Harry, long time, no see! How’re you?”
Smiling back at his dear friend Harry grinned before answering, “George, pleasure to see you. I’m fine thanks. I don’t want to keep you from working for too long so I’ll make this quick. Could you and Fred meet me at the Paranoid tonight?”
Thinking about this for a short moment George nodded. “Of course Harry” he said, “that would actually be splendid. We’re having a date with the girls anyway tonight and we’re still one guy short, so …”
He left the rest open but Harry knew the story anyway. The twins where dating Alicia and Angelina but this left them with the problem of finding someone for Katie or else she would feel like the third wheel again. Normally they just solved this problem by inviting one good-looking bloke or another who happened to be looking around their shop.
Harry liked to go out on his own normally so he could pick up any woman he wanted but as he liked Katie anyway and hadn’t seen her in a while he just nodded before saying, “All right around nine then?”
“Yep” was all George could answer before they heard Fred calling for him. He just waved at Harry before hurrying back to the front.

* This is ridiculous * Harry thought to himself before he turned away from the mirror. * It’s just Katie * he chided himself. He really didn’t know why he was so nervous. He’d known Katie since first year and they always got along great. Of course he’d fancied her for a while as every teenage boy did with pretty older girls while growing up, but know they were just good friend, so why was he so nervous? Because George had called it a date? Shaking his head about his antics he took one last look in the mirror and then apparated. Reappearing at the Paranoid’s apparition point he cast a quick glance at his watch and decided there’d be enough time to say hello to Draco. Walking out in the hallway he passed the toilets, a grin spreading on his face as he thought about his last time there with Parvati, taking a sharp turn to the right just before the door leading to the clubs main area. He walked up the stairs until he came face to face with Melanie, Draco’s personal guard. A shiver ran down Harry’s spine as he spotted her. She looked hot a hell, as she always did, but he knew what she was capable of. Truth be told, this was the only reason he never hit on her.

Smiling at her while she, unbeknownst to him, undressed him mentally he waited for her approving nod before he walked past her and entered through the door. Kicking the door shut behind him he looked directly at the smiling face behind the big mahagony desk at the back of the room. Taking a look around to assure himself that they were alone and smiling at the sight of the sitting group next to the right wall he took a few steps forward.
“Harry! Fancy seeing you here.” He stood up and after walking around the desk met Harry halfway.
“You look hot as always, Draco,” Harry said while he let his eyes roam over the other man’s body. “You still together with this slut?”
Suddenly Draco’s smile turned into a smirk and he leaned forward until his breath tickled Harry’s lips when he spoke. “In fact I am but when did that ever bother me? Is this why you’re here, Harry? Because you need a shag?”
The last sentence came out barely above a whisper and he was sure Harry would take the bait. Leaning forward slightly, Harry pulled Draco up against him while he kissed him hard and bruising. As Draco’s mouth opened up under the pressure of his tongue, a moan escaped the blonde. After a minute they broke the kiss, both panting hard and clearly aroused. This time it was Harry’s turn to smirk.
“I see you still haven’t lost your skill Draco.”
Giving a small laugh at this Draco turned around and walked back to his desk. “Stop teasing me, Harry! You know you’re always welcome for a shag or two but I can see that’s not what you’re here for tonight. So if you’re not here to let me taste and feel this gorgeous dick of yours, what do you want?”
Shaking his had sadly Harry answered, “You know, that’s sad Draco. I can’t even visit you like every other friend of yours without you suspecting an ulterior motive.”
At this Draco turned around again and grimaced. “Come on Harry! Whom are you trying to fool here? You’re nearly as much a Slytherin as I am.”
Grinning Harry pulled something out of his coat pocket and held it in the other man’s direction. “Fancy a fag?”
Draco just shook his head. “No! If you don’t tell me what you want just go, will you?”
Sighing Harry shook his head. “Maybe I just come here all the time to be near you Draco. Maybe I just like your company. Have you ever thought of this?”
Seeing the look on the other man’s face he knew the answer he was waiting for would never come. Shrugging he turned around and reached for the doorknob. Because he had already opened the door a little bit he nearly missed Draco’s whisper over the loud music drifting up from the club below.
“Maybe I just don’t want to believe you, Harry!”
Shaking his head again, Harry left.

By the time he entered the clubs main area he had overcome the sad feeling from before and so, upon entering he immediately began searching for his friends. Spotting them at the sitting area on the right of the dance floor and directly next to the bar he smiled, gave a little wave with his hand and started to make his way through the crowd. At first he tried to do it the muggle way, pushing and using his elbows, but soon he got tired of it and let loose a little bit of his magic. Not really that much, but enough to make the muggles feel it. It made them feel anxious and they scrambled out of his way. When he finally reached them, Fred had already gotten him a drink from the bar and held it out for Harry to take. Smiling at them Harry greeted everyone, the boys with a hug and the girls with a kiss on the cheek. At last he bend down to Katie, and after greeting her too with a kiss, he didn’t pull back, but instead he moved to her ear, whispering, “Well it seems like I’m your blind date for tonight. I hope you don’t mind too much?” Before he pulled back completely he licked her ear suggestively and then, with a grin, sat down next to her.

After some light banter, which had sprung back and forth with amazing ease between them, Harry became bored and after finishing his drink he decided to have some fun. “Care to dance, Katie?”
“Why, yes Harry! I’d love to.”
Taking her hand in his he pushed himself off the couch and using his momentum he pulled her up and in his arms. Letting his magic loose again he cleared a path to the middle of the dance floor for them and they started moving to the rhythm. A nearly hypnotic beat was blaring out of the speakers and they moved slowly at first, gaining speed steadily. The music changed, faster beats came on they too began to dance faster and faster. Lights flashed, music beat down on them, their bodies moved in frantic motions, following the beat. Suddenly the fast and hard beats stopped abruptly, leaving them cold and motionless. Another song started playing, soft, slow and sensuous. They moved closer to each other without thinking, trying to find the others embrace, holding to each other. Their bodies touched, rubbing against each other, more aware than before, bringing to the front the desire, wanting and need that had risen in them while they had danced before. Harry wouldn’t be able to recall who had started it if his life depended on it, but he remembered everything with unknown clarity.

They kissed, slow and soft like the music, forgetting everything around them, not really hearing the music, just feeling their partners skin. Harry knew he wouldn’t be able to stop if this went on for much longer and he had to ask himself if this was what he really wanted. Katie was his friend since he first came to Hogwarts. But was she just that? He wouldn’t even think twice about an one night stand with a friend. With a start Harry realised that Katie was not only a friend to him. No, she was one of the few in his live he trusted. He had to think twice about an one night stand now. Deciding that nothing, not even sex, was worth to loose the trust of one of the few people he trusted too he intended to escort her back to their seats. Much to Harry’s embarrassment whenever he recalled the story later he just forgot about an important fact. Did Katie wish for it to stop there? Obviously not! She stopped him by tugging on his arm and when he turned around to ask her what’s wrong she just pulled him to her and started to kiss him again. Of course, as Harry is just a man, there was no way he would end this now. Their kisses grew more frantic with their rising passion and need.

Only twenty-five minutes later they were already lying on Katie’s couch kissing themselves senseless and Harry’s self-proclaimed surrogate mother, Molly Weasly, would have thrown a tantrum had she seen their state of undress.
“Fuck me Harry!” Katie demanded. “And don’t try to be gentle. I don’t want you to be a white knight in shining armour. I like this new demanding Harry.”
“As you wish,” was all Harry answered before putting her legs on his shoulders and after positioning himself on her entrance, pushing forward.
Katie let out a moan that was both pleasure and sweet pain. Harry held still for a few second, but more for himself to savour this moment than for her to let her adjust to him. Then he started to pound into her in a steady pace. Soon her moaning became louder and louder, until Harry finally reached down between them and stroked her clit. Suddenly he could feel her contracting around him and she reached her climax. He eased himself out of her and scrambled up to her face. Still smiling she opened her eyes and seeing him right before her opened her mouth but what she wanted to say never came out. As soon as he saw his chance, Harry slipped his cock into her mouth and pounded away feverishly. At first Katie thought she was going to suffocate because he chocked her with every new stroke, but as she overcame her surprise she began to relax. It amazed her to no end how well Harry seemed to know what she wanted. She loved giving head and she could see Harry liked it very much. By now he was all the way down her throat with every new stroke and as she swallowed while he was all the way in, he came. It seemed to go on forever and she was determined to swallow every single drop. Finally his seed stopped flowing and he pulled back and laid down next to her. For over a minute neither of them said anything, they just laid there on their backs watching the ceiling in silence. Katie broke the silence first. “Hell Harry, I certainly hope you’re not spent yet!?”
Turning his head to her, he grinned. “Nope. But I’d suggest using your bed for the next round.”
“Definitely! Let’s go.” Springing to her feet she turned around to help him up, but suddenly found him on his knees. “Harry? What are you doi …”

Her answer died on her lips and they soon formed an O, while Harry nibbled on her clit. Reaching behind her he grabbed her ass to hold her upright. This only seemed to arouse her more, though and she started moaning again. As she really seemed to like the rough handling, Harry held up one finger for her and she sucked on it. As he felt it was lubricated enough he brought it back to her ass and slowly started to massage the pucker of her anus while he attacked her clit with renewed vigour. First it felt strange and Katie didn’t know if she was comfortable with his finger there but suddenly he did something with his tongue and every coherent thought fled her brain. Shaking and moaning she fucked his face, while in the same process she was driving his finger further in her bum with every stroke of her hips. Smiling to himself Harry decided to use his secret weapon to bring her over the edge and instead of just using the tip of his tongue, he now used the whole of it. This made his piercing brush against her clit and as he simultaneously pushed his finger into her to the hilt she came. Screaming, bucking and fisting his hair with one hand while the other left bloody trails on his shoulder she experienced the best orgasm of her life.

Smiling at her Harry eased his finger out of her and after standing up he carried her into her bedroom and tucked her in. He stroked her hair and listened to her ramblings until she fell asleep. The alcohol and the exhaustion leaving her too tired to even question his actions once. After she had fallen asleep he went back to the living room and smiling to himself he apparated home. Still smiling he walked into the kitchen and opened a bottle of red wine, all the while thinking to himself. * What a fantastic girl. Why can’t I find a girl friend like her. * Shaking his head about his own musings he finished his glass and went to bed, still smiling and hoping he would dream of her tonight.