Harry Potter and the Half Blood Pimp Two

AN: Ok I realized this chapter was getting long as all hell and needed to be posted. I was hoping it would be the last chapter in this book, but obviously I was wrong. Looks like there will be a couple more chapters for this book yet to come. I hope every one is still enjoying my story. I tried doing the chapter up into an easier to read fashion. I bet it is STILL jacked up. Thanks for the emails, I think I am going to end up sending my entire story to the person who emailed me the offer for help and have them cut it up right for me, because this is not working out. I would also like it if people would let me know how they like \"Pimp Harry\", do you think I am writing him correctly? Does every one like how I have done Neville, Snape, Hermione, and Ron? I hope so! Thanks for reading, enjoy!



“I’ll be abstaining from it for a very long time now.” She thought bitterly as she remembered how she had thrown Harry away out of fear.



Harry stood rigidly as he eyed Sirius and Remus. He had called them to a private meeting. No hoes, no guns, and no wands. “We need to talk.”

“Harry if it’s about…”

“Listen while I speak.”

“Look. I understand you two made a mistake, but mistakes kill people.” Harry began, unaware just how deep his words cut. “I love you guys like family, but you have to understand. The game ain’t a game when you walk the streets.”

Sirius and Remus felt waves of guilt rush over them as they remembered all the mistakes they could have prevented. They could have saved Harry and his parents. Mistakes kill people.

“I have made mistakes to.” He shuddered as he remembered vividly the day Silver died. “I wonder if I could have saved him, had I been there.”

Remus and Sirius both knew what Harry was talking about, even though he had not named names.

“I’ll find our replacement. Cynthia stays off the beat.” Harry finally spoke, tilting a small nod at Remus. “If you two fuck up like that again. I’ll put you both down.”



It had only taken a handful of phone calls before Harry found a replacement for Cynthia. When Harry is on the prowl for new meat, every ho on the street wants to jump on it. Some of the women even likened it to a cushy government job.

Harry handled the entire break in process, making sure Sirius watched carefully. Remus had already left to Compton in America, a representative of Harry’s power and prestige.

It was only two days before Harry was to return to Hogwarts when Remus returned. He had taken a cab from the airport to Harry’s house, his image almost completely changed.

Remus stood at the door in baggy jeans, a lopsided grin on his face. “Holler at yer boy!” He called out as Cynthia opened the door with a large grin.

“Look at you!” She laughed as she noticed the blue bandana he had hanging out his left back pocket. It waved gently as he entered the house. “Crips?”

“Snoop made me an honorary member after a small scuffle.” Remus laughed. “Not important.” He waved his hand dismissively, but marks on his arm alerted Cynthia.

“What is that?”

“What is what?”

“That.” Cynthia gripped Remus’s wrist in her hand and pushed his shirtsleeve out of the way. “You got a tattoo?”

“Who got a… Remus?” Sirius walked into the room, his eyes wide as he too noticed the curly old English script running up his forearms.

“Just a little something…” Remus grinned as he tried to hide his arms.

“What does it say?”

“Nothing.”

“Tell us!”

“SHOW ME!”

“What the fuck is going on?” Harry barked as he entered the room, his eyelids heavy. “What the fuck?”

“I’m back.” Remus grinned as he began to Crip-walk, his lithe form dancing so fluidly he looked to be floating.

“I send you to Compton for a week, and you come back C-walking?” Harry gasped as he watched Remus dance like a pro. “And you get tats?”

Remus stopped hopping and looked down at the floor. “The one on the left says Marauders. The one on the right says Mooney.” Just thought I would represent the roots.

“I want another tattoo now.” Sirius scratched his head. “I want Marauders on my arm.” He whined

Harry laughed, a good heartfelt laugh. “You two are a trip in yo’ selves.”

Harry found out that he and his group had won two trophies and several honorable mentions at the awards ceremony. Their exploits had become world famous in the underground.

“Let’s celebrate.” Harry grinned. “Almost time for me to get locked up again anyways, so let’s hit it up at some where sorta nice.”

Sirius whooped and Remus laughed as they gathered the harem up, for their last big meal together as a family before Harry returned to school.





Harry hadn’t heard from Hermione since the incident at the Diner, and was surprised when he stepped into the restaurant they had decided on. Sitting at one of the tables were her parents, their scowls at Harry first noticed by Sirius.

“Want to go some where else Harry?” Sirius had offered, causing Harry to look around.

“Why?”

“Yo’ dames parents are here.” He replied.

“Fuck dem.” Harry spat as he gave his name to the waitress handling seating arrangements. Harry almost laughed as the rest of his harem realized who was in the same restaurant. He almost felt crowded as Macey and several of his other girls began to hang off of him.

Remus grinned as Cynthia rested her head against his shoulder, waiting for their chance to be seated. “I love you.” She whispered, it was a moment written in the stars. Cynthia very rarely professed her love to Remus, afraid that if she did, she would loose him.

Sirius giggled like a little girl before grabbing onto Remus’s other arm, laying his head against his shoulder. “I love you Remmy Bemmy.”

Harry snorted as Cynthia threatened to shank Sirius.

Eventually they were seated, and unfortunately it was right next to Hermione’s parents. Both parties were severely disappointed in the arrangement.

“I just can’t get no muther fuckin breaks.” Harry scowled as he sat himself in a position to monitor both the entrance door, and Hermione’s father.

“Don’t worry daddy. It’ll all be ok.” Macey cooed mischievously, making sure she was loud enough for Hermione’s parents to hear.

Harry threw a sideways glance at her, a smirk on his face. “You love playin dem games don’t you girl.” He laughed.

Macey simply nodded dramatically, one hand rubbing eagerly up and down Harry’s leg.

Sirius smirked and looked about before pointing at one of the waitresses. “I like her.” He grinned.

“Who?” Remus and Harry both looked as they spotted a very out of place young woman. She had died her hair dark black and wore purple eyeliner. Several holes in her lip and nose alerted every one that she had removed her piercings to perform her duty as a waitress

“Really?” Harry finally asked as the entire table stared at the girl, who looked slightly nervous.

“Yea. I’d drink her bath water.” Sirius grinned.

“Sick.”

The laughter at the table was infectious. Eventually the food was ordered and Harry had found the coaster under his drink very interesting. It had a fish and some words on it, and he was going to stare at it till he got that nagging feeling out of his gut.

Macey had been talking animatedly as she bounced in her seat, explaining to every one how the restaurant was her favorite place to eat when she tried to bring Harry into the conversation.

“I don’t feel like talking right now ‘Mione.” He sighed before looking up quickly at a very angry looking Macey.

“Excuse me?” She almost shouted, her head swaying side to side as she lifted a finger in the air. “You best not have just called me by that tramps name.”

Harry simply stared for a moment before cracking a smile. “Sorry girl. Damn… Don’t get yo panties in a bunch.” Harry suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

“Heeeeellllll Nooooo….” Macey whined as she began muttering quickly under her breath.

Remus’s ears perked as he heard Mr. Granger complain about loud black women. He truly hoped no one else had heard, but Harry was the first on his feet.

“Mutha fu…” Harry began, but was quickly pressed back back as Macey stood, her face hard and lips pursed.

“You got some’tin to say cracker?” She spat as Sirius turned around in his chair, his legs gripping the back rest with his head resting on the back of the rest, his face filled with excitement.

“No.” Mr. Granger growled as he eyed Remus suspiciously, the only one acting calm.

“Since we on speakin terms now… I gots a question.” Harry stepped forward, hopping a bit as he gripped his chair. “Where is she?”

“Far from you.” Mrs. Granger replied, acutely aware of the stares and silence emanating from the other restaurant goers.

Harry stared for a moment, his mind racing with several thoughts as he tried to put the pieces of a puzzle together. He didn’t say a word before placing a hand on Macey’s shoulder, guiding her back to her seat.

“Every thing ok now?” Sirius asked over his shoulder before spinning back around in his seat. “I was hoping to see someone beat that guy up…” He mocked a very serious frown.

Macey continued to mutter through her meal, her night obviously ruined as they finished up.



Eventually Harry and his family found their way home. It was late, and they had stopped off at an ice cream parlor, in the hopes it would be a more fitting end to the night.

“I’m sorry.” Harry sighed as he dug slowly into his ice cream cup with his spoon.

“Me too.” Sirius replied lazily as he lay with his head on the cool marble table they sat at.

Remus shook his head admonishingly at Sirius before turning back to Harry. “Why are you sorry?”

“I don’t know. I have this knot in my stomach, I feel… sad… I think.” He began. “I have never felt like this before. I think I am sick.”

“Oh no.” Victoria whimpered before standing and beginning to rub Harry’s neck.

Harry craned into her touch, a whisper of encouragement escaping his lips as he pondered the strange expression on Remus’s face.

“Have you ever thought it is… love sickness?”

“Love what?” Harry inquired, very much confused. “I knew love was chemicals, but I didn’t know it made you sick to. Fuck…”

Cynthia giggled as she placed a hand over her eyes. “I can’t believe you sometimes.”

“What?” Harry looked genuinely confused as even Sirius was laughing softly at him. “I don’t get the joke.”

Macey scowled, being the only one not laughing. “I hope it’s indigestion.”



The night brought many revelations for Harry. His mind constantly ping ponging between Hermione and Silver’s treatise on love. He never had any one he could confide in, hug, kiss, or be happy with, and now that he had tasted what it felt like, he didn’t enjoy having lost it.

Harry knew sex and kisses before he met Hermione. It was his trade in fact, but he had never “made love” with a woman. Never felt so much passion as he had for a woman. Hell, he had never licked another woman’s intimates before. He had given his all to Hermione, and was ready to give so much more when she had abandoned him.

“Harry?” Macey stirred softly near his body, her head tilting in the darkness. “Go to sleep.”

“How did you know I was awake?” He whispered back softly, genuinely surprised she knew.

“I can tell by how you breathe.” She replied. “You don’t snore, but you got a different rhythm.”

“Oh.” Harry mouthed. After what felt like an eternity, he whispered almost inaudibly. “What is love Macey?”

Macey’s breath caught in her chest, a few tears coming to her eyes in the darkness as she listened to Harry await her reply. She knew Harry had never experienced the life that a normal child should have, but she thought he at least knew love.

“I guess you’re asleep.” He whispered, realizing she may not wish to talk about it, as he moved to get comfortable, his body rolling onto it’s side away from her.

“No.” She whispered as she snuggled up closer to him, her lips pressed close to his ear. “I am awake baby.”

Harry remained silent, waiting for her to continue as he felt her nose twitch in his hair.

“Love… Love is how you feel… when…” She stuttered softly, mulling over a feeling she had experienced for Harry for so long. She knew she could never be with him, and should not be bitter if he wished to pursue his own relationship.

“When?” He prodded slowly, realizing how much difficulty she was having with explaining to him the true concept of love.

“When you will do anything for that person…” She finally exhaled, her lips pressing gently against his ear.

“Even suffer?” He asked, as he rolled back over to face her. It felt as though a revelation had passed over him.

“Even die for that person.” She whispered, their faces only inches from each other. “Do what they want, and ignore their short comings.”

“Why?” He asked, a strange feeling coming over him, as he realized just how close he was to Macey’s face.

“Because…”

Her face slowly decreased the distance between the two as she breathed slowly across his lips.

“You… love… that person…”

Harry felt her soft lips press against his, her tongue slowly exploring his mouth. For a moment, he enjoyed her touch, her complete confession. His mouth slowly opened to greet hers, but as their tongues met, his mind raced with a shout of control.

He didn’t even speak as he pulled back, the soft scent of jasmine playing under his nose, as he pulled in the reigns on his self-control. He couldn’t see her eyes in the dark, but he could hear her breath as she tried to stifle her tears.

“Harry?” She whimpered softly as he rolled over, unable to face her, even in darkness.

He felt as though his chest were on fire as his stomach churned. Macey pressed her head into his back, the silky wetness of her tears streaking slowly from her face and down his back. It sent chills up his spine as he fought with himself to sleep. The last thing he remembered feeling was the soft digging of her fingernails in his back as her muffled sobs haunted his dreams.



Harry had a very fitful sleep. It was filled with dreams of Hermione and Macey fighting each other while Silver Magick watched on. When he finally awoke, his heart was racing and he was covered in sweat. The dream had morphed into him and the two women having a three some.

“Harry?” Remus knocked on the door. “Can I enter?”

“Fo’ Sho.”

“Thanks.”

Remus slowly entered, taking a step inside before shutting the door. “Is everything alright?”

“I think so. Why?” Harry inquired, pulling himself up into a sitting position, resting against the backboard. “Where are ma girls?”

“Macey was in the kitchen this morning crying… She said some pretty bad things about you.” Remus continued. “Said you were inhuman.”

Harry tried to be mad at her, but he couldn’t. “Well. I guess she is right.” He shrugged. “I ain’t what she wants me to be.”

Remus nodded slowly in reply before speaking. “I would make an entrance, let them know you are still head of this house… Don’t want an insurrection do we?”

“I have no idea what the fuck that is, but I will handle it.” Harry replied as he tossed the sheets off of his body. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

Remus voiced his acceptance and made a quick exit, allowing Harry privacy to prepare him self.



Sirius was watching TV when he heard Harry hobble into the kitchen. As he slowly brought his morning glass of milk to his lips, all hell broke loose and most of it found its way onto his shirt and pants. Harry was pissed, and making sure his women knew whom the boss was.

“Daaaaaammmmmnnnn.” Sirius mouthed at Remus, his eyes comically wide.

Remus cracked a grin as he too widened his eyes. They both sat in the front room, trying to concentrate on the TV as Harry yelled and raged, asserting his dominance.

“You got a little cum on ya there.” Remus smirked as he pointed at Sirius.

“Wha? DICK!” Sirius breathed at Remus as he looked down at his shirt. “That’s milk asshole.” He hissed.

“Sure it is.” Remus giggled, causing Sirius to turn a very interesting shade of puce.



When Harry finally entered the front room, he had a very flustered look in his face, but was satisfied with his morning. He had quickly straightened out his women, and hadn’t had to resort to violence. That was how he liked it.

“Remus. I want you to call Dumbledore up. I need to speak to him.”

“You got it K.M.”

“Sirius, you got cum on your shirt.”

“MEH!”



Harry waited patiently for Dumbledore, knowing he needed to do what he needed to do. After what felt like an eternity of waiting Dumbledore entered the house through the fireplace.

“Harry.” Dumbledore bowed curtly as he landed softly on the floor. “What can I do for you?”

“We need to speak in private.”

Dumbledore waved his wand and motioned for Harry to continue.

“Look. I have this feeling Hermione’s parents ain’t gonna let her back in Hogwarts.” Harry sighed.

“Ms. Granger?” Dumbledore inquired, one eyebrow cocked. “Why would that be?”

“Just trust me. Is there something you…”

Harry was interrupted from his train of thought as Dumbledore smiled gently at him. “Harry my boy, Hermione will not be held from Hogwarts. I will simply not allow the smartest witch in a century not to finish school.”

Harry visibly relaxed but then pressed on. “Money?”

“She will be issued loans…”

“No.”

“No Mr. Potter?”

“Look, don’t say shit.” Harry implored as he stood, withdrawing his checkbook from behind a book. “How much for every thing?”

“Every thing?” Dumbledore inquired dumbfounded.

“Her fees, books… all her shit.” Harry ticked off on his fingers. “What all do she need?”

Dumbledore scratched his beard for a moment and then replied stiffly. “Same as any other student. Fifteen thousand galleons, is the rest of her tuition, and I will match for her books.”

Harry nodded before filling out the check, his pen scratching furiously before pulling it from its spot and handing it to Dumbledore.

“Are you looking for change Mr. Potter?” Dumbledore eyed the paper curiously.

“Consider the extra money an allowance for Hogsmeade weekends and shit. If she ain’t got a home for the summer, come to me and I’ll fund that shit too.”

Dumbledore was flabbergasted at the generosity of young Mr. Potter. “I shall let her know you…” But Harry cut him off.

“Fuck no. Don’t tell her shit. We broke up.” Harry explained. “If she asks, tell her it’s a government grant or some shit.”

Dumbledore’s normally twinkling eyes seemed to dull for a moment as he listened to Harry. “I thought you two made such a lovely couple.” He smiled sadly.

“Well. She didn’t think so.” Harry shrugged before offering his hand to the old wizard. “Thanks, just keep it on the D.L.”

“D.L?”

“Down low.”

“Right…”

With that, Dumbledore disappeared with a small pop, and Harry felt a lot better for some reason. His normally heavy shoulders felt as though they visibly lightened as he moved to prepare his trunk for his own return to Hogwarts.





Harry and his entourage were five minutes early when they made it to the train station for another year at Hogwarts. Their laughter and good byes filling the air, the women folk had quickly gotten over Harry’s outbursts. Harry gave a hug to all of them, and informed Sirius and Remus about a few last minute things they need to do.

It felt almost dream like as he waved his final good bye and entered the train, the red headed twins he had hired earlier that year immediately greeted him.

“Harry.”

“How.”

“Do you”

“Do?”

Harry grinned and offered his hand to the boys, informing them that he was very well. “So what have you two been up to?” He inquired.

The two boys beamed with pride as they explained to Harry their new business. Weasley Wizarding Wheezes, or WWW for short.

“We sell.”

“Jokes.”

“And Pranks.”

“And we plan to.”

“Open a nightclub too.”

The way the two boys always completed each others sentences always threw Harry for a loop, but he was honestly proud to know he had some hand in making sure the boys where able to pursue their dreams.

“Only thing is, we need 5000 more galleons before we can finish every thing.” Fred explained. “So can we still work for you?”

“Please?” George pleaded.

Harry simply reached into his pocket and cut them a check, letting them know they can still work for him. “Look, you get the business going with this money. Then we will work on you paying me back. May be we can go in as partners?”

“We would be honored.” Fred and George beamed as they hurried off with the precious check.

Harry looked around and noticed the hall had cleared, so he began to walk down the train, looking for a compartment he could sit in peace in. That feeling in his gut returned, the farther he walked into the train. He knew she was here, he just hadn’t seen her yet… was this fear?

“She’s just another trick…” He whispered to himself as he felt the strength in his good leg slowly slipping away, the farther he pushed in the train. “Just another girl… trick… fuck…” He mumbled as he passed a large group of chattering first years that had gone silent as he passed.

“Did you see that guys clothes?” One of the boys inquired a bit to loudly. “He looks like a pimp or something.”

Harry chuckled softly to himself as he continued to limp, a bit of his strength returning as he imagined what the rest of the kids were saying about him.

His previous burst of strength all but gave out on him as he neared the back of the train, he could recognize the bushy haired form of the woman who had haunted him all summer. The last empty compartment was behind hers. If he just acted cool, he could make it. “Breath mutha fucka.” He spoke to himself as he tried to walk past her compartment as silent as possible.

Hermione was speaking excitedly to her friends Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood. “I am so happy to be back. My parents locked me in my room almost the entire summer. They wouldn’t even take me to eat with them.”

Harry froze, just inches past the compartment, thankful he hadn’t been noticed, but he couldn’t help but listen to her conversation.

“What about Harry?” Ginny inquired, her voice filled with questions.

“I… left him.” Hermione choked a little as she spoke.

“WHAT?” The girl known as Luna exclaimed, “Why?”

“I’m an idiot.” Hermione replied. “He will probably never forgive me. I listened to my parents, and realized they were wrong. He was good to me, and no matter what he does, it doesn’t change who he was to me.”

Harry hated this feeling. First it makes him sick, and now he wants to rush to her side and profess how much he loves her. “Damn it.” He growled as he began to walk away.

“HAAAAARRRRRYYYY!”

Harry almost fell over as the ear splitting yell of Neville Longbottom filled the entire train. “HARRRYYY! There you are!”

Harry cringed before turning to face him, realizing Hermione and her friends were all peaking out of their cabin to stare at the exchange.

“What it is Neville?”

“Harry, I have to tell you…” Neville began to shout, but stopped quickly. “Can I speak to Harry please?” His attention turned to Hermione.

“What? I mean… He can do any thing he likes.” Hermione blushed before leaning back into her cabin, her face on fire.

“Come on!” Neville grinned wildly as he pulled Harry into the last unoccupied cabin. “I have so much to tell you about!”



“Oh my God.” Hermione panted as she sat in her seat. “Do you think he heard me?”

“I don’t think so…” Ginny began, but Luna simply giggled.

“Yes.”

“What?” Hermione screeched as she turned on Luna. “He heard?”

“I would think so. He stopped just by the corner and listened as you spoke. He was walking, but when you mentioned him, he stopped moving. I think he heard.”

“Oh my god…” Hermione sobbed as she wondered at the exasperated look he had shown on his face. “He hates me…”

“I doubt that.” Luna continued. “He is not a normal person. But he is still human. I think you hurt his feelings.” Luna explained.

“But…”

“He doesn’t have feelings?” Luna offered, watching the realization dawn on Hermione’s face.

“I am a horrible person aren’t I?”

“I don’t think so. Just not used to this love thing.” Luna smiled.



“Ok Harry. Check it out.” Neville grinned as he lifted his robe to reveal his new t-shirt. “I discovered this guy.”

“Bob Marley?” Harry smirked as he looked at the shirt. The words Rastafarian emblazoned in greens and yellows over the face of the world famous reggae star.

“Yea. I’m going to be a Rastafarian. It just speaks so much to me.” Neville continued, his eyes lit with joy. “The music and the life style. The beliefs… It’s my life man.”

“I’m happy for you.” Harry encouraged him. “Fo’ reals.”

“Thanks Harry.” Neville smiled before reaching into his pocket. “Look.” He whispered as he held out a bag of tiny green leaves.

Harry smiled and took the bag from Neville, without speaking he removed a bag from his pocket and emptied it inside Neville’s. “The more purple stuff in it, the better.” Harry explained as he handed the now neon purple tinged bag back to Neville.

“Thanks.” Neville grinned. “You are like my best friend Harry.”

“Heh.” Harry gave a lopsided grin before asking. “So do you know any reggae songs yet?”

“I know a few…”

“Do you know Stop that train?”

“Yes!”

“Sing with me then.”



Hermione had found herself leaning against the wall separating her from Harry, secretly wishing she could hear what the two boys were speaking about.

“They would have to sing or scream before we could hear them.” Ginny laughed as she poked at Hermione.

“I guess you’re right….”



The silence was broken swiftly as Harry and Neville began belting the song Stop that Train by Peter Tosh and Bob Marley.



“You’re a genius.” Luna giggled at the surprised look on Ginny’s face.

Hermione listened intently at the sad words that were sung in such an upbeat manner. “It sounds like the song is coming from deep inside him.” She whispered as Harry loudly emphasized the part “Even though I try my best, I still can’t find no happiness.” It sent shivers down the girl’s spines.

Eventually their singing died down and Neville could be heard exiting the compartment. “Thanks Harry. You’re the best.”

Harry simply laughed and told Neville. “Stick with it man. You are a good dude, and I know you’ll go far.”

“You should go talk to him.” Luna nudged Hermione with her elbow. “Go on. What’s the worst he can do?”

“I… don’t know.” Hermione stuttered, but still summoned the courage to stand. “I guess I can go say hi at least.”

“Do it.” Ginny grinned widely.

“Ok.”



Harry leaned down in his seat, his hat tipped down over his face when he heard the door to his compartment open. “What it is Neville?”

“Sir. We are almost to Hogwarts and you must get into your robes.” Hermione smiled as she placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “I am a Prefect and you must get ready.”

Harry felt as though all the air in his lungs had been sucked out by a vacuum cleaner as he remembered how he had first met Hermione on the train. “I’ll get right on it.” He forced himself to reply as he removed his hat to look at Hermione.

“Good.” She replied, sitting down next to Harry.

“My name is Harry, and I take it yo name is Candy, cuz you look sweet enough to give me a tooth ache.”

“My name is Hermione… and if you don’t get over here and kiss me, I will make a lot more than that ache.”

“You can’t do this to me.” Harry sighed as he leaned back, a look of shock forming on Hermione’s face. “You can’t get up and leave me every time something doesn’t seem right.”

“Harry.”

“Let me finish.” He inhaled hard before continuing to speak. “I learned a lot from you. But you need to understand; I need a down ass bitch. Could you kill for me, just like you can comfort me?”

Hermione listened intently, unsure if she should answer him or even make a noise as he pressed on.

“At any given time you could die from love, if I could die from slugs.” Harry sighed softly, his hand subconsciously reaching to rub his leg. “I don’t need a girl who dips out on me every time storm clouds show up.”

“I’m… I don’t…” Hermione stuttered as she kneaded her skirt between her fingertips. “I want to be you’re down ass bitch.” Her eyes boring into Harry’s, an almost pleading like look etched into her face.

“Do you even know what I have had to do?” Harry growled, his frustrations of the summer barely contained by the respect he had for Hermione. “I have done things Hermione… Terrible things.”

“You have done wonderful things too.” Her small hand slowly reaching towards his arm, “Beautiful things to me.”

“But will you still be there when I do business. When people die or if I get locked up.” Harry pressed on, using his arm to wipe the sweat from his brow as he poured his fears and insecurities out to her.

“I’m ready to suffer for you, to be with you.” She exhaled, her eyes glassy as she watched Harry’s face.

“Why?”

“Because I love you.” She whimpered as she leaned towards Harry.

“I… I love you to…”

Their lips met and Harry felt so right. He hadn’t felt so right in years, and though a voice in the back of his head screamed that she could be playing him. He ignored it, and pressed on, their kiss ferocious and fueled by passion.



Ginny and Luna peaked around the corner and into the room Hermione and Harry were in. Both of them giggling as they watched them kiss. “Look at them go.” Ginny smiled.

“Really. They look like they are about to… Wow.” Luna blushed before ducking back away.

“He just…”

“Hand…”

“Up her skirt!”

The two girls went back to giggling as they waited for the train to make it’s way back to Hogwarts.



Harry had laid his cloak over Hermione as she sat in his lap; her legs parted and angled enough to give him access as he ran his fingertip up and down the soft fabric of her panties.

“Harry.” She squealed softly as he tickled her gently before returning to kiss her.

“Not so loud girl. Lots of people round.” He grinned as he scissored his fingers between her panties and the soft folds of her flesh, her underwear sliding to the side at his touch, giving him access to her.

“What if we get caught?”

“Never have before.”

“Well… Ok…”

Harry knew she trusted him, the way she wrapped her arms around his neck and waited for any thing he wished to give her. Blind trust.



The train chugged softly into the station, final destination, Hogwarts. New hopes and dreams carried safely on its tracks, year in, and year out. Plus Harry.

Harry and Hermione exited the train, hand in hand. Beyond the fact that Hermione looked slightly flushed, it seemed to be shaping up to be a normal return.

“These fucking horses trip me out.” Harry complained as they walked slowly up to the carriages.

“What horses?” Hermione asked, trying to see what Harry was looking at.”

“This muther fucker.” Harry said as he pressed a finger up against something invisible in front of the carriage. “They just so damn ugly.”

“Oh…” Hermione replied, her mind racing to remember what the creatures were. “Thestrals.” She whispered.

“The whats?” Harry asked as they entered the carriage for the ride.

“Thestrals Harry.” She replied. “Only people who have seen death can see a thestral.”

“Oh, is that all?” Harry waved his hand nonchalantly, “Shit, I thought I was going nuts.”

Hermione could feel that voice in the back of her head screaming. The sirens in her head warning her about men who know death, but her man could know any thing he wanted.

“I’m sorry.” She finally spoke as they neared the castle.

“Why?”

“I’m sorry you can see them.”

“It ain’t nothing but a thang.”

Hermione simply eyed Harry, trying to piece together in her mind the world that he must have come from. “Stop that.”

“What?” Harry smirked as he removed his finger from under his nose.

“You know what.” Hermione scowled, as Neville and a second year were both stifling giggles at the pair.

“Ok.” Harry grinned lopsidedly before placing his hands in his lap, finding himself very interested in the way her eyebrows arched when she was scolding someone.

“I have to lead every one in, and then after the feast I have to take the new students up to our house.” Hermione explained as she gave Harry a peck on the cheek, quickly moving up to the front of the line to stand with the rest of the Prefects.

Harry was the last to enter the great hall, his disability preventing him from being able to push and shove with the rest of the crowd. Neville had decided to stay back, and hang out near Harry.

“I’m hungry.” Harry growled as he fidgeted in his seat.

“Me too.” Neville whispered as McGonagall called for silence, the sorting hat beginning to sort students.

Several new students had been placed in Gryffindor, but Harry could barely see them as he sat at the far end. He could see Hermione welcoming the new students, her bushy hair bobbing over the crowd of heads.

Dumbledore stood and spoke some words. He said something about a great something or other coming soon. Harry didn’t give a shit; he was just waiting for the feast to start.

“Tuck in!”

Harry immediately stood, having waited patiently for every one to get their chance to speak. He motioned for Neville to follow him as they began to walk towards the head of the table.

“Where are we going Harry?”

“To sit with my girlfriend.” He replied, his blood boiling as he realized Ron was sitting next to her.

Neville felt nervous, unsure of what sort of volatile situation Harry’s actions could create.

Hermione was staring at her plate, trying to eat as Ron kept trying to bother her. “Come on Hermione. Why won’t you speak to me?”

“Because she got’s a man.” Harry answered for her as he leaned in between the two. “Scoot down. I need room for two.”

Ron seethed, slamming his silver wear onto the table. He pulled himself to a standing position, his face inches from Harry.

“You got something Weasley?” Harry smiled. “Touch me. Do it.” He prodded, his mind zeroing in on a desire to cause as much mayhem as possible.

“You want me to?” Ron stalled, his previous courage faltering as he realized Neville was standing right behind Harry, while Dumbledore and Snape were also both standing.

You could have heard a pin drop.

“Harry. Please. I can move down to where you are sitting if you would like.” Hermione pleaded softly as she reached out to touch his hand.

“Scoot.” Harry reiterated as he motioned for Neville to squeeze in to the spot where Ron was before. “Ron just volunteered to move.” He replied, turning to Hermione, giving her a lopsided grin. “I can’t be having people thinking I’m just gonna let ma girl run loose with this fuck.” He spat as he jerked his thumb over his shoulder at Ron.

“Pussy.” Ron growled before walking to the end of table, muttering profanities as he went.

“I’m sorry.” Hermione apologized; worried she had offended Harry by not eating with him.

“Shit. I fixed the problem didn’t I? Don’t tell me sorry girl.” He smiled before planting a kiss on her lips. “Just do yo prefect duty, and let me be me.”

Hermione let a small giggle escape her lips as Harry gave her a shrewd look. He had changed to introducing him self to all the new students.

Neville felt uncomfortable, he knew the people around him were staring at him. “May be I should go find a different seat.” He began as someone tossed a small amount of mashed potatoes at him.

“You get one shot to make these fucks straighten up girl. Do yo prefect thing.” Harry spoke, his eyes burning with malice as he turned to the people near Neville. “Learn em good, but if they don’t, I will learn em.”

“For your safety, please, for the love of Merlin leave Neville alone. I can’t be with him all the time.” She spoke slowly, fear in her eyes as she pleaded with the students who had all sobered up immediately.

“Harry… Why are you helping me?” Neville whispered as he poked at his food with his fork.

“Cuz you my boy Neville. Like you said, we like best friends.” Harry grinned as he patted Neville on the back. “I got yo back, cuz you ain’t like these fucks.” He motioned at the rest of the table.

“Thanks Harry.”



Hermione walked slowly with the students back to Gryffindor tower, letting Harry set the pace. She felt ashamed that she had jilted him so quickly, over her duties. “I didn’t mean…” She had begun, but Harry silenced her by placing a finger on her lip.

“We can talk about it later. Let’s get these homies settled in.”

“Ok Harry.” Hermione giggled before turning back to the gaggle of students. “The password is… you’ll like this Harry…. Keep it gangsta.” Hermione giggled softly as Harry grinned.

“Awesome. Keep it Gangsta!” Harry turned to the portrait, which immediately swung open with a distasteful look on its face. “Get on!” Harry yelled as he pointed inside, “Get.”

“Harry!” Hermione yelped playfully as he pinned her up against the wall, the last of the students having entered the common room.

“So you got the password for my room?” He grinned mischievously as he ran a finger down her cheek.

“Of course. Let me finish with the students. Ok?” Hermione smiled, running her fingers through his hair.

“All right.”

“Keep in gangsta.” Hermione giggled as she entered the common room, Harry a step behind her.

It felt like forever as Hermione explained all the rules and regulations. She was thoroughly surprised by how well every one was listening to her. She hadn’t noticed Harry standing behind her with his sleeves rolled up and a murderous expression on his face.

“Now?” Harry asked as he gripped the head of his cane with both hands.

“You look like a little kid waiting to be taken to a candy store…” She laughed as Harry grinned at her.

“I am.”



Neville watched his new friend leave with Hermione. He had a good idea of where they were off to, and he hoped they enjoyed them selves. “I wonder if I could be like Harry.” He thought as he removed his robe. “Just like Harry.”

“Nice shirt.” Pavarti Patil whispered as she walked past Neville, a small twinkle in her eyes.

“Yea.” Padma concurred. “I love Bob Marley.”

“May be this year won’t be so bad after all.” He grinned as he walked up the stairs to his dorm room.



Harry enjoyed the perks of having a lone dorm. The password was “self-control” which brought out giggles from even Hermione. “Nice password.” Harry laughed as he ran his fingertips up and down her back.

“Harry.” She groaned his name. “I was so worried I had lost you.”

“I was mad at you.” He replied, watching as her eyes fell to the floor. “When you didn’t call me, or do that owl thing, I thought you had really just dropped me.”

“I couldn’t!” Her eyes whipped up to meet his. “I was…”

“Locked down. I know.”

“How…?”

“I saw your parents at a restaurant.”

Her mouth made the most beautiful O as she looked back down at the floor. “I’m sorry.”

“I understand a lot better now. I know I freak you out, I would any one. That’s what us thugs be bout.” Harry grinned as he placed a hand under her chin, drawing her face back up to meet his. “I would show you in love or blood what you mean to me.”

“I would do the same for you. I’m sorry about earlier. I was just so happy to be back in school, I shouldn’t have left you to fend for yourself at the great hall.”

“You worked hard to get where you are.” He assured her as he snaked his arm around her, the weight of his appendage drawing her near.

“My parents wouldn’t pay for my school. Professor Dumbledore found me a grant or some such, something about me being a very important witch.” She laughed lightly. “I have never read about grants for this school. I think Professor Dumbledore paid for it.”

“You are a very important witch.” Harry concurred as he began to slowly plant kisses on her forehead, allowing her to still speak. “I’ll have to thank him.”

“Harry?”

“Mmm?”

“I love you.”

“Good. Because I figure I love you too.”

Hermione wasn’t sure when Harry had found the clasps for her bra, or how he had snaked her body out of it so fast, but it was the first piece of clothing to find it’s way to the floor.

“That was fast.” She breathed into his mouth as he simply grinned, their teeth clicking together gently. “You have hands like a snake.”

Harry loved buttons. Buttons on shirts. Buttons on pants. Buttons on hats. Any sort of button simply fascinated Harry, and he was spending an inordinate amount of time individually giving attention to each button on Hermione’s cloak.

A groan of frustration escaped from Hermione’s lips as she began to unbutton her own cloak from the bottom up.

“Not fast enough for you?” Harry grinned cheekily.

“You’re teasing.”

“Never tease. Just. Savoring.”

“Do you… appreciate me?” Hermione questioned, her mind flooded with thoughts she was too afraid to ask.

“What do you mean? Of course I do… I mean, you want me to right?”

“I mean.” Hermione began as she shrugged out of her cloak, tossing it somewhere near her bra. “Am I… worth it? I mean, you sell this for people…. What we are doing…. Am I worth your time? I know you could have so many other girls.”

“There isn’t another girl in the world I would do for, what I do for you.” Harry spoke. “You the only girl I ever wondered how she tasted. Every thing is perfect fo’ me.”

Hermione felt the tips of her ears burning, still wondering why he would want her. “I believe you. I still don’t know why.”

“I’ll think about it. Then I’ll holler at you with a better answer.”

“Ok.” Hermione perked a bit as Harry slipped two fingers between the buttons on her shirt and deftly stroked down ward, each button popping open at his touch.

“Much better?”

“Yes it is.”

Hermione’s nipples stood at attention as Harry ran his tongue over each one. Her breath escaping in ragged gasps as he skillfully exploited the sensitive nubs.

“Mmm…” Hermione’s moans of pleasures were silenced as Harry reached up to grasp her hair, gently tugging back, he exposed her neck, the stretching of her throat preventing her from making a noise as he began to lick from the center of her chest to the bottom of her chin.

His left hand tangled in her hair, Harry placed his fingers on the zipper to her skirt, and a soft tug left her in her panties. “That’s what I like.” Harry grinned as he took a step back, his appraising gaze passing up and down Hermione’s body.

“My turn.” Hermione giggled as she reclaimed the distance between her and Harry. “Off with your shirt too.” She smiled as she pulled on his buttons.

“Damn.” Harry cussed as he began to pull at his zipper.

“Something wrong?” Hermione asked as she finished pulling Harry’s shirt open.

“Yea. I ain’t had time all summer to beat it.” He laughed as he maneuvered his rock hard member out of his pants. “Shit.”

“Wow.” Hermione grinned as she reached for him, her hand wrapping around as much as she could fit, her eyes watching in wonder at the shining drop of precum hanging off his shaft. “I can’t believe this thing fits in me.”

Harry simply smirked before grabbing her by her shoulders, his gentle touch turning her around. “I won’t last long tonight.”

“That’s fine, I understand.” She smiled over her shoulder at him.

Harry hooked his thumbs between her skin and panties, a gentle tug later and she found her panties flying across the room, Harry having turned them into a makeshift projectile.

With a firm push, she found herself bent over the arm of Harry’s couch, her legs pushed smartly against the soft squishy chair. “I love this position.” She giggled before giving a start.

Harry lowered himself to his knees, his tongue exploring the soft fleshy petals of her flower. It was much easier to rub her clit with one finger while letting his tongue dip in and out of her body, his nose between her ass cheeks.

“Oh God!” Hermione groaned as she began to get over what Harry was doing for her, and simply enjoy it. “Mmmm.”

Harry let his hand wander down her thigh before dipping into his pocket, producing a foil wrapped rubber. As he continued to lick, kiss, and explore her lips, he deftly opened the package. Within moments he had the rubber on and was standing.

“Please. In me. Now.” She pleaded as Harry gripped his now throbbing member, her slick muscles practically sucking him in as he pressed himself into her.

“Oh fuck yea!” Harry groaned as he leant forward, using his weight to keep Hermione from bucking back into him. “Not so fast, or I’ll bust a nut right now.”

“Meeeee!” Hermione moaned a complaint, but her body stilled in compliance. “I don’t care. As long as it’s for me.”

“O.” Harry groaned as he began his thrusting, slow and forceful. “Ahhh.” His finger tips digging into her ass cheeks as he gripped her.

“Yes!” She panted as she began to buck back, her body meeting Harry’s rhythm, the long powerful strokes sending tiny explosions through her body.

The moment he felt Hermione’s muscles squeeze him, he was spent. “Arggg…” Harry groaned, his entire body buckling forward, all of his strength going to his arms to keep him from simply falling over.

“Good?” Hermione inquired as Harry pulled himself from her.

“Of course.” He laughed, “Sorry I didn’t do you good.”

“It’s fine, I’m happy.” She grinned, moving to join Harry on the couch, their bodies pressed together as Harry draped an arm over her.

Harry simply grunted an affirmative before closing his eyes, tired and satiated, he fell asleep within moments, surprising Hermione with how quickly he was out.



The next morning woke Harry with a crick in his neck and his left arm asleep. “Shit.”

“Hmm?” Hermione voiced, her sleep interrupted by Harry’s fidgeting.

“My arm is asleep.” He informed her, as he ran his free hand up and down his neck. “My neck is killing me too.”

“OH NO!” Hermione squealed as she sat up, scrambling to grab her clothes.

“It ain’t that bad.” Harry grinned, “I’ll be fine.”

“No! That’s not it!” Hermione was speaking in quick gibbers as she struggled to put the straps on her bra back together, Harry having disassembled it last night. “I didn’t show in my dorm last night, and every one will be in the great hall in five minutes!”

“Oh well.” Harry shrugged as he too stood, “Give me that.” Harry grinned as he took the bra from her, and in moments it was reassembled to fit almost perfectly.

“How did you…?” She began, but decided she didn’t want to know.

As Harry bent over to collect his shirt, he noticed Hermione’s face looking quite queasy. “You ok girl?”

“Bathroom?”

The moment Harry pointed towards his bathroom, she sprinted for it, the sounds of her being sick echoing out of the room.

“Damn…. Girl must be nervous!” Harry shook his head as he hobbled into the bathroom. “You ain’t ok.”

Harry knelt down beside her as she emptied what little contents were left in her stomach; using his right hand he made circles in her back. “You gotta relax girl. Every thing is fine. No one will say shit.”

“I don’t know what is wrong with me.” She coughed as Harry stood. “I’ve been feeling sick for the past few days, but this is the first time I have thrown up.”

“It’s all good. You’ll be all right.” Harry smiled at her as he conjured up a small cup of water, pressing the cup to her lips, he let her drink the luke warm water at her own pace.

“Thank you. I’m sorry if I grossed you out.”

“Heh. Ain’t nothing you can do that would gross me out. It’s not like girls burp or something.”

“Harry…”

“I’m just kidding girl. You know I love you.”



When Harry and Hermione entered the great hall, it felt like every eye was on them. The stares from the tables made it painfully obvious that word had gotten around quickly.

Harry grinned cheekily at Neville as he guided Hermione to her seat. “Pass the toast Nev.”

“Sure!” Neville grinned as he reached down the table, intertwining his fingers with the handle to the toast basket. “Want some butter?”

“Na. It’s for ‘Mione. Butter will upset her stomach even more.”

“You sick Hermione?” Neville inquired, his voice laced with genuine concern.

“A little bit. Just nerves.” She replied, forcing a smile as she felt her stomach flip flop.

“Here. Make sure you eat the crust, it will help soak up all the acid and shit.” Harry explained as he cut the toast up into small bites. “Eat a whole piece, cuz if you don’t, the acid will eat up yo throat and shit.”

“Where did you learn all this?” Hermione questioned between bite-sized pieces of bread.

“It takes mo’ then a strong back hand to… well… I learned it from Silver and the girls.” Harry explained, as he fumbled over his words.

“I guess you have had to help more then one puking girl in your time huh?” She inquired, her tone and face neutral.

“You could say that.” Harry confirmed.

If Hermione was bothered by that insight into his life, she didn’t show it, as she simply continued to chew on the bread.



“You missed it Harry.” Neville breathed between bites of sausage and egg. “There is this thing, called a Tri-Wizard tournament.”

“That does?”

“That does what?” Neville looked up confused for a moment before laughing. “No, I mean. This tournament is going to be some sort of huge school gathering thing. It’s for seventh years only, but since we are sixth years, we can’t enter.”

“Heh. I don’t think I would enter any ways, I don’t walk so good.”

“Oh yea… Well, I bet it will be really interesting to see what happens! There is even rumors that someone will have to fight a dragon!”

“That’s silly, they won’t have dragons on the school ground Neville.” Hermione huffed.

Neville simply shrugged in reply before returning to his meal.

“Who knows girl, if they let me on the school grounds, they may just let a dragon too!” Harry laughed, as he rubbed circles into Hermione’s back, receiving rolled eyes for his trouble.



“OH YEA! I almost forgot! There will be a school dance too!” Neville grinned before his face fell a bit.

“What’s a matter?” Harry asked, noticing Neville didn’t look as excited about the dance.

“Just… you know… I’m not so popular. I don’t think I will be able to find a date.” Neville spoke as he stabbed at a crispy bit of bacon with his fingertip.

“Shit. I’ll get you an escort, if we don’t find you one by then.” Harry grinned. “If we can’t find a bitch fo’ yo’ ass in school, we’ll get you two out o’ school.”

“Thanks Harry.” Neville perked up a bit. “May be I can get one of those girls from France that are supposed to show up at dinner tonight.” He laughed.

“Frenchies huh?”

“Harry, that is rude to call them that.” Hermione chastised him, a small curl playing at the edge of her lip.

“Sorry girl, I ain’t used to all this high society shit.” Harry grinned as he pressed his index finger softly against her lip. “I see that smile though.”

“No you don’t.”

“Yea I do.”



McGonagall scowled furiously as she handed Harry his schedule. Her eyes burning into him like red-hot skewers. Her face softened considerably when she laid eyes upon Hermione, but her mouth was still pursed in a thin line.

“Something wrong?” Harry smiled cheekily at his head of house.

“Very. I wish to speak to Ms. Granger after breakfast.” McGonagall replied blandly.

Hermione simply remained silent, her cheeks tinged a shade of green as she chewed slowly on her last bite of bread.



After they had finished eating, Hermione and Harry parted with a chaste kiss, much to the chagrin of Harry. “Aw, that all?” He could be heard whining as Hermione walked towards her meeting with McGonagall.

“What do we have first Nev?” Harry asked as he looked down at his schedule.

“I have defense against the dark arts.”

“Me too.”



“Damn, I know dis bitch.” Harry whispered as he sat in the back of the room.

“You do?” Neville whispered back, as both of them stared at the bubblegum pink haired witch at the head of the class.

“She’s a cop.” Harry explained as he pulled his defense book out of his pocket.

What isssss a cop?

“You don’t know what a cop is Nev?” Harry laughed.

“What? Yea I do, I didn’t say any thing.” Neville looked up from his book incredulously.

“Then who asked what a cop was?” Harry asked as he twisted in his seat to look behind him, not seeing any thing but a glass tank. “I must be going nuts.”

“Guess so.” Neville laughed as Tonks began taking roll.