Knickers

Chapter 3: Brooding Climaxes



"You're late," Katie murmured, not looking up from her menu.



"Sorry," Harry sat down quickly at the table Katie had secured for them at the Leaky Cauldron. "Ron wanted to have a heart-to-heart at the last minute."



"He did? What about?" Katie sat her menu down and leaned forward, genuinely interested in what her pseudo-boyfriend had to say. After all, while they were mutually using each other they were still friends- friends with benefits, but friends nonetheless.



Harry shot her a look of exasperation. "Apparently Parvati Pail has feelings for me and wants me to call her." He slipped his hand into his trousers pocket and removed the now crumpled paper, setting it on the table in front of Katie. "She gave her number to Ron to give to me."



Katie burst into giggles as she picked up the slip of paper that Parvati had written her number on. "Another admirer then?" She was rewarded for this snide comment with a glare.



"It's not funny Katie," Harry huffed, crossing his arms in front of him.



"Yes actually, it is," Katie's giggles turned into full-blown laughter at the pout now gracing her lover's face. "Harry, you can't tell me you honestly didn't see this coming."



Harry opened his mouth but quickly closed it as Katie continued in a no-nonsense voice.



"I mean look at you," Katie waved a hand in Harry's general direction. "Do you have any idea of how mouth-wateringly attractive you are? The face, the hair, the eyes, the body…Good God Harry, your money alone would make some women salivate but combined with everything else, you'd have to be blind, deaf and dumb to not want to jump you."



Harry quirked an eyebrow, "Are you trying to tell me something?"



"Well," Katie said wryly as she ran her finger seductively over the edge of the menu that sat on the table in front of her, "It's been a long week and I know that you only mentioned dinner tonight but…I was wondering…" Her eyes shot up and met Harry's, "If you maybe wanted to spend the night tonight?"



Harry sighed, his eyes dropping to his hands that now sat still on the table in front of him. Admitting to Katie that he was in no shape whatsoever to deal with any physical contact was out of the question. He did have his pride left even if he had lost the love of his life; and after all, he was a male. Saying he was not in the mood for sex was not an option.



Katie seemed to sense this hesitancy because the smile that had previously been gracing her face suddenly dropped to a look of concern. "Oh Merlin, what happened? She's not marrying him or something is she?"



Harry looked up at her, not saying a word, and simply nodded.



"Oh bollocks," she said, reaching across the table to take his hand. "I'm sorry Harry. When did this happen?"



"Well," Harry shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "It hasn't yet. Colin's proposing tonight."



Katie looked at him incredulously. "And you're just letting him?!"



Harry stared at his lover miserably. "What am I supposed to do, beat him to the punch and ask Ginny to marry me instead?"



"Is that what you want to do?" Katie reached across the table to twine her fingers through Harry's in support.



"No," Harry said after a brief pause during which time he seriously considered saying yes. He did love her and truth be told, he couldn't imagine settling down with anyone other than Ginny Weasley, but he couldn't put her in the situation where she would have to make that choice. He loved her too much to do that and besides, she didn't have feelings for him anymore. "I want her to be happy and quite frankly if Colin makes her happy than I'll support that decision. I just wish…"



"That things had worked out differently? That you had finally spoken up and confessed your feelings to her before she went out and got herself almost engaged?" Katie said, successfully spitting out in succession the negative thoughts that were currently spinning in Harry's brain.



"Yeah," Harry squeezed Katie's fingers gently, falling silent and knowing that Katie would understand why. After all, she did have her own disappointments to deal with. Oliver had moved in with Fleur just last week. He was broken from his thoughts, however, as chaos descended upon the table that he and Katie shared.



"Oh my God, it's Harry Potter!!!!!" a girl from across the room screamed. Harry rolled his eyes. Ever since the now infamous issue of Witch Weekly had come out he had been getting that reaction from a lot of females. The overly excited girl wouldn't have been a problem tonight- if she hadn't sparked a similar reaction from the rest of the female population in the crowded pub.



"C'mon," Harry spat out to Katie, gripping her hand more tightly and standing up, motioning for her to do the same.



"Harry, what…" she asked confusedly, standing up anyway. After years of playing together, first on Hogwarts Quidditch team and then for the Cannons, she trusted Harry implicitly. That didn't mean she couldn't be perplexed by the way Harry was now forcibly dragging her from the pub and into Diagon Alley, "Harry, stop! Where are we going?!"



"Back to your place," Harry murmured, looking over his shoulder anxiously.



"Oooh…."Katie purred, "Changed your mind then, did you?"



"No," Harry said, hurrying faster up Diagon Alley to the door that would lead to Katie's flat. "They changed it for me."



"They?" Katie looked around for who Harry could be talking about but came up short-handed as she took in the deserted nature of the Alley in front of them.



"They," Harry hissed under his breath, motioning with his head to the women now streaming into the Alley behind them. "Now run along unless you want to spend the next hour or so fighting off flying knickers and signing autographs."



Katie didn't need to be told twice. So this was what Harry had been talking about when he mentioned the hoards of women who had been following him around for the last few days. Fortunately for both of them though, her flat was only a stone's throw from the entrance to Diagon Alley, located above the storefront of Quality Quidditch Supplies.



Harry breathed a sigh of relief as they made it unhindered up the stairway to Katie's cozy one-bedroom flat. He watched silently as his lover unlocked the door and motioned for him to join her inside.



"Well," Katie said succinctly as she shut the door with a click, the sound resounding through the silent flat like a coffin being nailed shut. In this case, however, the proverbial coffin was tangible. In short, if Harry wanted any privacy over the next hour of so he would have to stay here at Katie's until the women that were even now streaming by the flat had calmed down and gone home.



Indeed, Katie had opted for a flat with no floo and, due to security measures placed upon Diagon Alley during the war against Voldemort, apparating was no longer possible.



"Do you do this often?" Katie asked as she took a seat on the couch, patting the seat next to her in welcome to her lover who was even now standing near the door nervously. Why, Katie didn't know. There wasn't anything to be afraid of. She wouldn't bite.



Not hard anyway.



Truth be told, watching this side of Harry emerge was strangely erotic. For all the time she had known him, many—for various reasons— had sought him. The fact that now the only reason he was being courted by others was because of his looks was a major turn-on. It was true after all of what they said about not appreciating something until someone else wanted it. Katie had it, and was the only woman really who had total and complete access to the body of one Harry James Potter. This was not to say that it would always be this way. No, Katie knew that someday Harry would be someone else's and that was fine by her.



Just as long as that someone was Ginny Weasley.



Harry, for all his hesitancy, deserved to be happy with the one woman that he had forever loved so completely that he was willing to let her marry another man in order for her to be happy. Of course Katie wasn't going to let that happen, but the fact that Harry was even willing to consider this scenario spoke volumes as to the depth of feeling he lavished upon his best friend's sister.



She was broken from her thoughts by Harry's gentle chuckle in response to her earlier comment, as he took her less than subtle hint and moved toward the couch, sitting down next to her.



"Well, take your jacket off, stay awhile." She said quietly. "It's not like those girls are going to let you leave anytime soon are they?"



"No," Harry said heavily, taking his jacket off and setting it over the back of the couch. "I'll be lucky if they let me leave tonight at all."



Katie fell silent. He said this as if it were a bad thing. It was a testament to how depressed Ginny Weasley obviously had made him. Harry Potter, who Katie had discovered was quite possibly the randiest male she had ever met (it was true what they said about the quiet ones…) didn't see the distinctly naughty possibilities with being trapped in a flat with a woman who had made it clear that she was more than willing to spend the night with him shagging his brains out. This was the difference between the two of them. Katie, while female, had a libido fuelled by disappointment and the love of a man who only viewed her as a best friend. Harry on the other hand, apparently brooded and became withdrawn when faced with a similar situation, his ordinarily raging libido dwindling to almost nothing.



It wasn't the reaction Katie wanted, to say the least.



"I know you were hoping for something more…" Harry started awkwardly, looking down at his hands for what seemed like the hundredth time that evening. Katie had learned that he did this when he was inwardly beating himself up and she had had enough of it.



"Then a nice chat?" Katie finished for him. "Yes, I was but you're my friend and quite frankly I've missed you this week. Quidditch isn’t exactly conducive to conversation beyond passing the quaffle, now is it? Besides," she paused, reaching over and taking his hand into hers. "Sometimes there are more important things to deal with."



Harry met her eyes and smiled sadly. "Thanks Katie. It's good to have someone to talk to about this. I can't really discuss this with Ron and Hermione now can I?" He sighed. Even though he knew Katie understood that he was only capable of talk this evening, he found himself choosing to be silent. Katie knew how he felt about Ginny. It seemed pointless then to wax poetic upon a topic than was now out of his control. "But I've found that I really don't want to talk about it at present. What's done is done and there's nothing I can do to change the situation now is there?"



Harry shrugged, looking more deeply into Katie's eyes as his own twinkled mischievously. He might not be in the mood, but that didn't mean he couldn't help his lover out…. "Now lie back."



Katie's brow furrowed in confusion. "Excuse me?"



"Lie. Back." Harry murmured, dropping a kiss onto her collarbone, his depression suddenly replaced by a single-minded need to provide someone in his life with a feeling that was positive. Katie had made it quite clear that she wanted sex tonight and, despite the fact that he didn't feel up to it at the moment (no pun intended of course), he would be more than happy to satisfy his own self-esteem and overall pride by giving his pseudo-girlfriend an orgasm she wouldn't soon forget.



"Harry, what…oh…."Katie moaned in appreciation as he started to unbutton her blouse, all the while continuing his oral administrations on her neck, a zone that Harry had discovered was extremely sensitive.



"I'm going to be here awhile and though I may not be in the mood," Harry dipped a hand under Katie's skirt and slipped a single digit under the crotch of her underwear to the already wet folds that lay beneath the soft cotton. "You obviously are. And wasn't that part of the deal? The mutual satisfaction of our needs?"



"Um-hm." Katie gasped out as his finger moved closer to her already throbbing clitoris.



"Why just the other day I recall you giving me an absolutely fabulous blow job after practice despite the fact that Oliver had brought Fleur to the stadium and unknowingly rubbed it in your face. I feel," Harry broke his conversation with the sudden banishing of all of her clothes to the corner of the room. At this point Katie was willing to bless Voldemort for forcing Harry to learn such excellent wandless magic skills… "That it is time for me to return the favour."



"Really?" Katie squeaked out, trying desperately to drive Harry's hand back to the one spot that needed it the most with her hips.



"Um-hm," Harry murmured, moving his mouth from her neck and down her chest, bypassing her breasts in favour for her belly button and then….lower. "The fact that making you come this way completely negates the fact that I'm not in the mood had nothing to do with it of course."



"Of course," Katie said in a strained voice as his mouth placed open kisses upon the sensitive flesh on her thighs. It seemed that he might bypass the spot she most desperately wanted him to reach until…."Oh Harry!"



Harry's tongue gently laved her folds in an open-mouthed kiss, falling finally and directly upon her clitoris.



Katie felt awash in sensations, her thighs tightening around Harry's head as she let him work his own personal magic on her. He was too good at this. Ginny didn't know what she was missing. With a sigh of disappointment as he backed off in order to reach the other parts of her nether regions, she trailed a hand through her lover's eternally messy locks.



She stiffened as the pressure began to build steadily, her loins tightening as her body prepared itself to orgasm. It wasn't going to happen though if Harry's mouth didn't settle back where she wanted it.



"Harry," she said breathily, "go back where you were before."



He raised his head and shot her a cocky grin, knowing she was frustrated about the way he was purposely skirting her sensitive nubbin. "And where would that be exactly?"



"You know where…" she moaned, her head falling back as a shudder ran through her body.



"You'll have to be more specific…" he teased, letting his tongue stroke a long trail up her inner thigh before settling a mere inch above her clitoris.



"Fuck Harry," Katie groaned, her body screaming for release as he came close to the all-important spot, but purposely missing it. "Take it in your mouth!"



Harry had never been one to torture a lady, except when it came to sex. Tonight was for Katie though, and he would happily forgo the prerequisite torture and skip right to the main event. With a grin of satisfaction that he was making her lose all control, he lowered his mouth over her slightly distended clit.



"Merlin!" Katie groaned, her thighs clamping down around Harry's head as he took her exactly where her body wanted to go.



Harry's ears rang from the force that her thighs had come down upon his ears. Grimacing slightly, he reached up to her legs and moved them to a more comfortable position.



Katie panted as Harry moved her legs until she was spread eagled under him, the cotton sleeve of his polo shirt brushing her right calf briefly, adding to the sensations building within her body. Indeed, while Katie was now nude under him, Harry was still completely dressed. Katie had never felt so helpless or so turned on in her life. The pressure built steadily until she felt like she would split apart.



Harry's tongue continued laving her, alternating between abandoning her clit completely and running its rough texture down her labia, and then back up to the small nubbin that was throbbing so painfully for his lover. Katie's panting grew harsher, her body humming with unreleased tension. Unsatisfied that he hadn't yet made her come, Harry renewed his efforts, his lips sinking down upon her engorged clitoris and sucking hard.



"Holy fuck!!" she cried, her body arching painfully: Harry's efforts to keep his ears intact failing as her thighs clamped hard around his head, and she came.



He brought her down slowly, his tongue continuing to trace gentle figure eights on her nether regions as the rhythmic shudders of pleasure rocked Katie's body. Finally, he removed his head from between her thighs.



Katie was almost glad that they hadn't had sex that night. She wasn't quite sure she would have survived the experience. She gulped, silently willing her body to calm down from the intense orgasm she had just been given. They still had things to talk about this evening and it wouldn't be accomplished with her lying on the couch twitching. First things first though, if she wanted Harry to ever be able to hear again, she had better remove her thighs from around his head.



"Thank you," she murmured, closing her eyes as the aftershocks continued to give her little jolts of pleasure at the movement of her legs.



"You're welcome," Harry stood up, his ears buzzing, and went to the bathroom, washing his face quickly and wiping it with a towel before dropping it in the hamper next to the door and going back out to the living room. Katie had gotten up during the brief span that he had spent in the bathroom cleaning up. She emerged from the kitchen as he was noticing this though, wearing her black satin bathrobe and carrying a bottle of fire whiskey and two shot glasses.



Harry raised an eyebrow. "What's this for?" he asked.



Katie shrugged. "Well, we solved my 'need' for the evening. How about we start on yours?"



"Need?" Harry asked wryly.



"Need," Katie sat down next to him on the couch and poured two shots into the glasses she had set onto the coffee table. "You, Harry Potter, are going to have something to drink and I'm going to listen as you tell me all about what happened with Ginny."



"Katie, you don't have to do this."



"Yes," Katie picked up the now full shot glasses and handed Harry one. "Yes I do. You're one of my best friends Harry, and this is what friends do, they talk and they listen."



Harry smirked, taking the shot in one swift movement. He appreciated Katie's sentiment and he would take her up on it. "Funny, I have two very good friends and I've never once ended up in bed with either one of them."



"Yes, well," Katie swallowed her own shot and reached for the bottle of fire whiskey to re-fill their glasses. She set the bottle back down and held up her glass, shooting Harry a mischievous grin. "You give excellent oral sex and I'd be a fool to turn you down when you offer it." She lifted her eyes skyward. "Quite frankly, Ron and Hermione don't know what they're missing…"



Harry lifted his own glass, laughing heartily at Katie's joke. "Shall we toast to that then?"



Katie's eyes twinkled, her head nodding. "To oral sex and especially to Harry Potter's talented tongue."



Harry's eyes met hers and he smirked, Ginny forgotten for the moment as the levity of the situation lightened his emotional burden. "Why thank you my dear."



And with that, they drained the shots.



"Now," Katie smacked her lips and reached for the bottle of fire whiskey again. They would be very drunk if she had anything to say about it. "Let's have a chat about our favourite red-head…"