A Fork in the Road

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A/N: Thank yous will be posted at the end of the chapter, but I\'m happy to say that since I updated chapter two, my hits have gone up 300! I hope everyone enjoys chapter three! Read, review, and of course, ENJOY!





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Chapter Three: Getting a Little Touchy



Harry awoke the next morning, feeling the sheets beneath him as well as his own body, dripping wet. He sat up, bit his bottom lip and lowered his head to look at his cock. Again? God, that’s twice in the last week. Harry wiped off what he could of his semen with the sheets, deciding he would wash them later that evening.



As Harry showered and readied for work, he decided he would check to see if Avery had written back. You are so pathetic, Harry. She’s not going to write back, and even if she does, it won’t be for another few weeks. Harry headed down the stairs that lead to the front door so that he could see if any mail had been dropped in, and sure enough he found a letter. As soon as Harry’s eyes caught the envelope, he descended the stairs at a quicker pace.



As soon as he’d reached it, he bent over to pick it up, and immediately recognized the handwriting. It’s from herHarry tore open the letter that was addressed to Daddy, and began reading the first line.



Dad



Thank you so much for the beautiful necklace, it’s wonderful! I’m wearing it as I write this. It’s gorgeous. You really don’t need to spoil me the way you do. :) I really love it. Well, I’m just about to go to sleep. I’ll talk to you soon. Love you!



Love, Avery xoxo



P.S. Say hi to Gin for me!



Harry read the lines over and over, feeling his heart pounding in his chest, and smiling all the while. God, she’s amazing. Harry looked at his watch and noticed he was running a little behind schedule, and so tucked the letter back in the envelope, and stuck it in his briefcase before heading out the door. Once outside, he remembered the P.S. Say hi to Gin for me. Harry turned around, and opened the door and called out.



“Avery says hi, Gin!” Before Harry shut the door, he heard a muffled bark from upstairs.



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“After the Warlock War of 1812 came one of the darkest era’s of wizard times…”



Professor Binns had been droning on for a good half hour and nearly the entire class had already fallen asleep with drool hanging off their lips, but Avery had taken notes in the midst of her writing a paper for her potions class. Avery felt a nudge on her left shoulder blade and turned around.



“What?” She asked irritatingly as she turned to see a boy of seventeen with blond straight locks and cold gray eyes staring at her, smirking.



“Mind if I copy your notes?” The blond requested. Avery sneered at him, and then turned back to face the front. He had been bothering her for the last ten minutes.



“I promise I’ll give them back this time. No joke.”



“Look, Damien,” she said turning around giving him her full attention, “I am not going to play your stupid games. You’re a Malfoy, how the hell am I supposed you really will keep your word this time?” She said nearly glaring, not backing down.



“Look,” Damien said, resting his hand on hers and rubbing it gently, “I promise I’ll give them back.” He flashed her a teasing smile that seemed not to faze Avery the slightest. She grabbed her hand away.



“I don’t think so.” She turned back around just to feel another irking tap on her shoulder. She turned around, pursing her lips, breathing heavily.



“Just because our dads were enemies doesn’t mean we have to be,” Damien said more earnestly looking slightly hurt. She raised an eyebrow at him.



“What? Are you saying you want to be friends?” She looked at him in disbelief.



“It’s a possibility, isn’t it?” He asked looking at her almost pleadingly. She shook her head.



“Damien, I’m sorry, but I just don’t think either of our fathers would approve. And frankly, I don’t think you’re my sort of friend material,” and with that the bell had rung. “I’ll see you around,” she said grabbing her things, and heading toward the door.



“Wait!” Damien had stood from his desk and had his hand out in hopes of stopping her. She turned after a moments pause to see him standing there looking helpless and desperate.



“Just give me a chance. I won’t mess it up, I swear.” The look in his eyes almost made Avery want to just break down and cry, holding him, telling him everything would be alright, but her conscience knew better.



“Maybe some other time, Damien.” She started toward the door, when she heard him whisper… “Don’t do this to me.” She hesitated, then turned around and walked over to him.



“Look,” she said putting a hand on his shoulder, “I know it’s tough, not having a whole lot of people like you, but you have to remember—“ But Damien interrupted her.



“What do you mean not a lot of people like me?” His tone was harsh and defensive.



“I didn’t mean no one, I just meant—“



“What? What did you mean, Avery? Because you know what, all I was doing was try to be friends with you because I like you, okay? Not because I don’t have any friends. I like you, a lot, but forget it. It doesn’t matter. I’m sorry I even bothered.” He brushed past her, and she could see the anger and hurt on his expression.



“Damien, wait!” She said calling after him, but he didn’t turn around. “Damien!” He stopped. She ran up to him and looked at him when he turned around.



“What do you want?” He asked in a bitter tone looking down at her with contempt.



“I’m sorry, I—I didn’t know,” she whispered looking at the floor. She felt a hand on her chin. He brought her face to look at his, and she felt him leaning in, but she backed away. His expression grew tighter.



“I’m sorry, I don’t like you that way, Damien.” She felt him coming closer, his hands forming into fists. She backed into the wall and realized she had no escape.



“Don’t be like this, Avery, all I wanted was an innocent kiss,” Damien said smoothly, putting a hand on her waist. She tried to break free from his grasp, but his hands were much too strong.



“Let me go, Damien. I’ll scream if I have to!” She said struggling to break free.



“If you scream, it’ll only make this much harder and much more painful.” Avery’s heart was pounding in her chest. Oh, God, help me! Damien’s hands kept her pinned to the wall, and soon she saw his face coming close to hers. She closed her eyes. She felt his lips on hers, and felt him push hard against them. She tried to keep her lips tight together, but his strong mouth forced his tongue into her mouth. She tried to kick him away, but his thighs were pressed up against hers. She was defenseless. His tongue slithered in and out of her mouth before he slowly bit down on her bottom lip.



“Ow!” She managed to pipe out. Her lip began to bleed. He smirked and then he began rubbing his hands up and down her ass as he began kissing her neck.



“Stop it!” She cried. “Don’t do this to me!”



His hands made their way slowly to her breasts, and he began rubbing them and squeezing them.



“Ow! That hurts! Please stop!”



“If you stop fighting me, it won’t hurt as much,” Damien whispered in her ear. She shook her head getting his face away from her.



“You’re a monster, just like your father,” she whispered, tears forming in her eyes. She felt his hands grab her wrists and throw them above her head into the wall.



“Don’t ever talk about my father that way, missy.” His voice was rough and quiet. His grip was growing tighter on her wrists, when suddenly, there were voices coming from behind them. Avery noticed one voice as McGonagal’s and the other as…no…it couldn’t be...Daddy? Thank God!



“GET THE HELL OFF MY BABY GIRL!” Avery heard her father bellow, as she felt Damien being tugged off her. Avery collapsed to the floor, grabbing herself, and covering her body as though she had been naked and exposed. She watched as Harry grabbed Damien by the collar and shoved him against the wall.



“Harry! Please!” McGonagal’s voice was pleading.



“Let me handle this, Minerva.” Harry said steadily then turning back to Damien.



“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING, HUH? THAT’S MY DAUGHTER!” Damien was struggling for air. Harry lowered his voice only for Damien to hear. “You better watch who’s daughter you’re trying to fuck with, because if you ever fuck with mine again, you’ll be dead so fast, you won’t be able to scream help. Get into Minerva’s office. We’re going to call your father.” Harry shoved Damien toward McGonagal, wand pointing at his heart.



“Go,” he said motioning with his head down the corridor. McGonagal grabbed Damien by the arm and made her way down to the office. Harry ran over to Avery.



“Are you alright, babe?” Harry asked crouching down and putting a finger to Avery’s lip where it was bleeding to try and stop it.



“Yeah, I’m fine,” Avery managed to sigh, licking her lip, and then feeling where Harry had just had his finger. Harry grabbed her into a hug, which she returned by wrapping her arms around his neck.



“Thank you for being here,” she whispered looking at Harry through tearful eyes.



“You know I’ll always be ready to kick some ass with whatever kind of dumb ass tries to mess with my baby girl,” Harry smiled. Avery managed a small smile.



“He’s done here,” Harry said. “I’m kicking him out. I’m not letting anybody in this school who tries to hurt you in any way. I’m sorry I couldn’t have gotten here sooner.”



“It’s okay, you got here, and that’s what counts,” Avery said, trying to stand.



“Here, let me help you.” Harry helped Avery stand, and then he wrapped his arm around her shoulder as they began to walk down the corridor.



“Don’t worry, no one’s going to mess with you like that again, do you hear me? I promise,” Harry said looking down at his beautiful crying angel.



“I know, you’re just so tough,” Avery joked poking her dad in the bicep and giggling, wiping her tears away with her other hand.



“Yeah, Mr. Macho,” Harry laughed as he flexed for her.



“You know, you really do have some sexy arms, dad. I’m sure the ladies just love them!” Harry’s stomach clenched.



“Yeah, they love them, all right” Harry gulped. The only lady I want to love them is you. “You know, since I get so many ladies.” Avery noticed the sarcasm in his voice.



“You know, it’s interesting that you haven’t found a woman to settle down with yet, since the whole thing with mum and everything. I would think you’d have already found someone. You’re definitely not bad looking by any means.” Harry’s stomach was churning. Oh, man…she said I wasn’t bad looking by any means! Fuck…that’s not good for my hormones.



“Well,” he swallowed hard, “I guess that I haven’t found the perfect one yet, and who knows, maybe I’m not meant to be with anyone besides Ginny,” Harry shrugged, as though the thought of Ginny calmed his nerves.



“Dad, you can’t be serious! You’re a stud! You need to find someone, or else you’re going to just drive me crazy!” Avery laughed slightly, play punching Harry in the arm.



“I’m sure that she’s out there, she just…probably hasn’t noticed me yet,” Harry said, feeling idiotic that he was trying to hint at something.



“Well, you know I’d love to stay and chat, but I have a class to get to, so, I guess I’ll see you soon,” Avery said smiling and turning to give her dad a hug. Harry couldn’t help but feel so alive when she was touching him in any way.



“All right, I’ll see you, kiddo.” He said smiling watching her go. “And Hey!” He called out. “You know…you can always come home early if you don’t feel comfortable here,” Harry chimed in, approaching her again. Somehow, he felt the need to be close to her.



“Dad, I’ll be fine. Besides, I know you’ll always be there to play hero for me whenever I need you,” Avery smiled. Harry smiled back, loving every moment that he was having with his daughter.



“All right, I’ll let you get to class, baby,” Harry said tapping her bottom playfully.



“Ok, see you later,” Aver piped, jogging down the corridor. Harry watched as her ebony hair swayed from side to side as she ran, before shouting out.



“I love you, Av!” He watched as she took the time to turn around and flash him one more goddess of a smile.



“I love you, too, dad!” And with that, she disappeared behind the corner. Harry’s smile slowly turned to a frown. His body felt as though the second half of his soul had ran around the corner with her. Harry knew what this feeling meant.



Dammit…I think I’m falling for her.





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