A/n: I had a suuuper busy weekend so this is coming to you a little later than I had intended. BUT. Ok.
Warning: Strap in kids. It's a trip.
A/U. I don't own Harry Potter, Riddle might have been a bit more sassy if I did. Qt3.14 villain.
"Keep breathing, my angel, if you go down I go with you. May I say I loved you more? Keep breathing, just keep breathing." - One Man Drinking Games, Mayday Parade.
"He's not waking up!" Dumbledore demanded, standing before the full form beings. Suri was among them, though she was bowing on her knees to their queen. Dumbledore wasn't more than half their height but that didn't stop him, "she's supposed to protect him, this isn't helping. This isn't protecting him!"
"He's given up Albus Dumbledore."
"I know what he's done!" Dumbledore frowned, "I'm just asking you wake him up, and then maybe he will realize he wants to live. We need him at his strongest."
"Just so you can kill him again?" The queen spoke, her voice washing over the area like water, "or for good, I should say?" Suri was shaking at the mention but she stayed bowed down, "don't think we don't know, Albus Dumbledore."
Dumbledore sagged slightly, reaching out for the table nearest him, "we don't have any other way... Voldemort won't truly die any other way."
The queen tilted her head, "Abbrellya doesn't even know, no one's told her." Suri looked over at that, how could they possibly think this is okay... "Suri, you will go down to Earth and wake Harry Potter then you will come back."
Dumbledore breathed out a sigh, "thank you - so much."
"I thought you were going to come and ask us to join the resistance..." the queen smiled a slow smile across the room to him, "luckily for you, you didn't have enough courage." She nodded towards the edge of the room where a few bodies lingered the bright white auras of the beings almost drowned out the fact it was indeed a room they were standing it.
"Wouldn't dream of it," Dumbledore answered and took Suri's hand as she waited Suri only stopped a moment to put him down when they finally found Abbrellya. A different motel room, a different country. Suri came bolting in, dropping Dumbledore and slipping into Abbrellya's body.
"What's going on? Is it time?!" She demanded flexing slightly, before Suri and her reconnected. Months without this other person sharing her had allowed herself to really grow back into her old self but she missed it so much. She knew Suri being back meant she could see Harry.
"Not quite.. but soon," Dumbledore answered, "he hasn't woken up since you last saw him. We thought you might be able to get him to wake up the attack is going to be very soon and Harry is crucial."
"He's not the only one that can defend the world!" Abbrellya snapped, glaring at Dumbledore with a head shake.
"Abbrellya," Dumbledore whispered, "Harry is needed because he has to die. He's the last uhm... he's the last horcrux."
Abbrellya blinked in shock, her eyes wide, "wh-what?" Suri was like a statue inside, just dead silent it was almost like being alone all over again, "he'll come back right? We have a way to bring him back?"
Dumbledore stared back, his eyes sad when suddenly Abbrellya shifted and a different voice spoke, "yes, we'll be able to bring him back. It'll be fine Abby but right now we need to wake him up so we can get to that stage." His face fell as he watched, realizing they didn't need to talk to communicate but that Suri was talking aloud to let him know. To tell him to lie.
Abbrellya's head nodded and she reached out for Dumbledore, "take me to him." Her voice shifted back to just Abbrellya and they were moving through time and space, landing in the middle of the infirmary. Abbrellya stood facing Harry on the bed and her eyes scanned over his sleeping form while Dumbledore had Madam Pomfrey leave with him, shutting the door behind them.
She stood quietly trying to decide what to even say, it was just Abbrellya. Suri was quiet and didn't seem to be wanting to butt in she figured Abbrellya knew him best, better than anyone else and she would know what to do and say when she woke him. Abbrellya took a moment to push into his mind and closed her eyes.. the thoughts that hit her were a dream. One that involved them, the two of them over Christmas. Baking in 12 Grindlewald Place. Abbrellya let out a quiet sigh and smiled reaching out to caress his face her fingers trailed down his cheek and Harry let out a gasp, his eyes flashing open wide.
Her touch! He thought as his eyes opened and he turned to see Abbrellya staring at him, his fingers quickly wrapped around her wrist as he stared at her enjoying the burning feeling much more than he ever had before.
Harry looked terrible. His eyes were hollow, his skin was loose, sunken and paled, Abbrellya dropped her hand giving him a small smile, "Harry Potter."
"Abbrellya," he answered, gripping her wrist tightly.
Abbrellya eased onto the edge of his bed, looking him over, "Harry, what are you doing?"
"I... I'm..." Harry trailed off, his frown grew and he pulled back slightly, what was I doing?
"Do you know how long you have been here?" She whispered and followed his head, her fingers tracing over his skin, she missed his touch and she knew she was only torturing herself but she couldn't resist - seeing him here and now, the way he was. She was made to fix him, she was made to comfort him.. she had to. He shook his head 'no' and held onto her arm tighter, "for two months, Harry."
"Abbrellya," he whispered, his eyes shutting, "I need you."
Abbrellya watched him, her heart breaking. She felt lost as she looked at him, she felt torn and she searched for guidance from Suri but Suri was quiet. "Can you do me a favor, Harry?" Harry nodded eagerly, his eyes flashing open as soon as she asked, "get up."
"I will," he answered and started to shift on the bed, he kept one hand wrapped around hers as he moved. It was a slow process but it was getting done, he was moving and when Harry was standing he reached for her but Abbrellya stepped back and nodded to the chair across from them.
"Walk over to it, by yourself." Harry swallowed roughly, letting her hand drop and he started across the small distance taking his time and very slow steps until his legs stopped shaking and he was able to ease into the chair with a tired push of breath. "We need to talk, about Voldemort," she added as soon as he was in the chair, "he'll be here soon, Harry, the world kept turning even though you had given up. He is attacking very soon, probably before the end of the school year."
"Okay?"
"You need to stay healthy, Harry Potter. You know what you need to do, and I expect you to do it. You're not just fighting for yourself Harry; you're fighting for your world. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, I can do that," he reached out towards her, his hand stretching.
Abbrellya shook her head as she eyed the hand, "I can't stay Harry Potter..."
"I know!" He cut her off quickly and started to shift to reach for her, moving too quick for the state his body was in and he fell forward.
Abbrellya was quicker and had her arms around him picking him up in her hold before laying him on the bed, Harry attached himself to her and she laid with him, rubbing his back, "Harry it is imperative you do this, you have to get better. To get healthy, you understand?" He nodded, his eyes shutting, "and you need to stop drinking - only bad things have happened when you drink. If not for this world Harry Potter, do this for me. It is the only thing I will ever ask of you Harry Potter."
"Pride?" He whispered, looking up at her - his arms falling from her body, "what is it?"
"That's for you to figure out Harry Potter," she answered with a soft smile, kissing his forehead, "now rest."
"You won't be here when I wake will you?"
"Harry," she whispered, "fall asleep."
He shut his eyes, brushing his head against her chest and soon dozed off. Abbrellya stayed wrapped around him, her eyes shut for a long time - Suri never once pushing her to leave or making her presence known. It was just Abbrellya and Harry, the way it should have been all along. The room was growing dark with the setting sun when the door opened again, Abbrellya peeked over to see Ron and Hermione coming towards them.
"A-Abbrellya!" Ron gasped, "is he okay?"
"He'll be fine," she chuckled and eased off the bed, accepting his hug, "he needed some encouragement..."
"Is he okay?" Hermione asked reaching forward to hug her as well.
"He'll be perfectly fine," Abbrellya answered with a serious smile, "he's a strong man, he just needed to be picked back up," she was pulling the covers up around him as she talked, and then pressed her hand to his chest pushing a small bit of magic in watching his color return slightly, "he needs you two far more than he'll ever admit, please be sure to take care of him."
"We do," Hermione answered with tears in her eyes.
"I know that, and he knows that," she smiled turning to face them, "do me a favor and keep the pride thing to yourself, I am sure at least one of you have figured this out?" She asked glancing at Hermione who chuckled, "I think the best thing that happened to Harry Potter was him being pushed to test his pride, he needs to learn. I should get going, you two enjoy the quiet," she added stepping around them, "and stay safe."
The last thing she heard as she left was a sleepy mumble from Harry's bed, "Bre..."
It hadn't even been a week since Harry was in the Infirmary when the attack happened. Sometime after dinner a laugh sounded from somewhere in the castle and it grew. It seemed to take over the whole place. Bellatrix's never ending high-pitched laugh echoing around the castle before she came running into view in the Great Hall, a lot of Death Eaters behind her and the chaos only grew from there.
Students were running and screaming, the Professors were jumping up, tables were cleared the building was locked down by others, McGonagall screamed out for some 5th years to take the younger students to the dungeons. Hermione, Ron and Harry shared a look in the midst of it all, each of them hugging tightly before breaking away and starting to help as well.
It was the feeling of the end that fueled all their fires, the small battle breaking out in the middle of the room as the younger students were carted away, The Order came dropping in helping the 6th and 7th year students push the Death Eaters back keeping them away from the younger students and giving the Professors time to safeguard the school as best they could.
And at some point the fight started wearing off as more and more fell, the whole front part of the castle was blown off - smashed by some giants and Death Eaters had filtered in through there when a flash of bright light came flying down from the sky, landing in an explosion in the middle of the room. Not just one but multiple. Harry knew what they were before they were up, he could smell the mint.
He knew Suri was out there, and who ever else had a guardian. He couldn't help but think it was rather sad how many had messed up like he had, one stood straight quickly blasting a streak of red across the room and sending a Death Eater flying backwards with a sneer, "have you no class Malfoy?" She rolled her eyes, striding towards him, "go and tell Riddle I'm here."
The older Malfoy nodded scrambling away from her and running out the of the castle, other Death Eaters following him, "that should give us some time," she turned around and gave Harry a nod, "clean up your troops." Harry stared after her, wanting nothing more than to run to her but she was already on the move picking people up from around the area flashing them to the back of the castle and Harry quickly followed suit. The other guardians were tending to their own before helping around with the others, some had joined to protect the parents and grandparents of their future mates, it seemed the power was on the Light's side today.
But, power didn't matter in this fight, Harry knew. It was almost that time, that time for it all to end. It wasn't until Voldemort was standing in the middle of the Castle, masses of Death Eaters behind him that it really sunk in for Harry. Harry facing him and Voldemort giving him a cocky smile, "Hiding him, Wayne?" Bellatrix greeted the other who had stepped forward, and Abbrellya turned towards her and it was only a second before she fell to the ground writhing in pain.
Suri was in control, the light around her body letting them know she was in hybrid form, Voldemort stared at her in awe and something told Harry this was far more than he wanted to see of their relationship - something Abbrellya had wanted to keep hidden from him. "Riddle," she spoke, "here to take the boy?"
Harry was walking forward, Hermione and him sharing a grasped hand before he continued, "I got this," he said to Abbrellya as he approached, "I got this Bre." Abbrellya didn't make a sound, just stepped aside, she had given them all as much time as she could.
Harry was staring at her not even bothering to look at Voldemort as he felt the curse rock through his body, "Crucio!" Voldemort screamed out, a sick smile growing and Harry fell to his knees his eyes locked with Abbrellya's.
If I could have just had one moment with her.. one more moment to give in, I could have had one more perfect, happy, moment. Harry hadn't even looked up again when another curse shot through his body, and he fell back screaming in pain convulsing against the ground. Abbrellya stood still, silent, and gripping her wand - the only thing moving was her fingers and she was drumming them furiously against her leg she wanted to break free to save him, to help him but she couldn't. Loving someone was hell.
"I'm not going to kill you Harry Potter," Voldemort said suddenly interrupting his train of thought, "I am going to keep you as mine..." he spoke up and waved a few Death Eaters forward, "as long as you're breathing I am, and as long as I'm breathing I can do anything." He cackled before finally addressing the others, "even your great Harry Potter came to me, he is mine..."
Harry dragged his self up, blinking back the tears. Just ask, she whispered in his head and Harry swallowed back the pain,"won't you, save me?"
Abbrellya moved quickly walking towards Harry she raised her wand casting a barrier around himself and him standing in front of him she pointed her wand straight ahead. Harry closed his eyes, he could hear the screams and yells around them but he couldn't bare looking at her face. He couldn't bare to see the tears streaming down her cheeks as she whispered the two words, Avada Kedavra, to end his life.
It was silent as those words echoed off of everything, everyone stared in shock. It was as if one singular thought was shared around the room from both sides, she was supposed to be his guardian...? She killed Harry and let Voldemort live? The silence grew as Harry fell to the ground, as Voldemort stood with a proud smirk on his face - he hadn't died? And then it was broken just as quick by a scream from within him. His whole body started melting, skin turned to ash floating above their heads and a streak of soft, white light leaving Harry's body floated upwards as well.
Death Eaters were scrambling, apparating away; people from the back of the room were high-fiveing and hollering in celebration as his scream tapered off. Abbrellya scooped Harry off the ground, holding him to her chest and rocking back and forth, "breathe," she continued to chant over and over with her lips to his forehead.
But he wasn't. Harry wasn't breathing, Harry wasn't moving.
"No!" She yelled out suddenly, the bystanders jumping when the scream reached their ears, "just breathe!" Abbrellya shook him roughly falling over him tears streaming down her face as she ran her hands over his face. "Breathe..." She begged out, "they told me this would be okay, you would be okay." She sobbed out shaking her head, "you're supposed to be okay."
It was so quiet she knew everyone could hear but she didn't care and she looked up at Snape, their eyes locking and he shook his head. "No," he whispered edging towards them, "just, no." He was saying as he edged towards her, his hand stretched out. Abbrellya called off the shield and allowed him to approach. She was like his daughter a daughter he had never had the chance of having, Sirius was quick to approach with him dropping to his knees before Harry.
"Don't do this," Snape whispered, stroking her hair, "please don't do this Abby."
Abbrellya laid Harry flat on the ground and pressed her hand to his chest, much like she had done the other day in the Infirmary, a bright white light was glowing from her hand and Abbrellya gave it a push. Pushing it towards Harry's chest, but it didn't work this time. Harry wasn't coming back, Harry wasn't breathing. Abbrellya tried again, pushing with all her energy. Suri pushing out of her body even to help but no - it wasn't working, her one fail safe wasn't even working.
Everyone turned to look away clutching onto their own loved ones, grabbing everyone close to them and holding them tightly. If there was ever a time to rejoice in what you had it was now, it was this time. Their savior was gone, he had quite literally given his life to allow the world to live. Harry Potter was dead, seemed to echo around the place though no one spoke.
Give in. Suri whispered quietly and Abbrellya looked up, towards the other guardians. They were watching, nodding, smiling, it's okay to give in, Abby.
"What?"
Pride is a two way street, Suri answered quietly and Abbrellya looked back at Harry. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, her body was shivering and she leaned forward pressing a kiss to his cheek, "I love you, Harry." She whispered quietly, and Suri breathed out.
A bright light grew from within before moving up her body and out much like the shield, the shield that always surrounded her when she saved him, it wrapped around the two pushing Severus and Sirius back. Abbrellya fell forward, her head pressed to Harry's chest, "I love you." And with a hum it dissipated leaving the open castle encased in it's normal light again, the bystanders staring in confusion before a loud, audible breath was drug in.
Harry gasped out, "Bre?
"Have I ever told you just how much I hate this place?"
Harry chuckled, glancing around the oddly packed room before back to her, "we've only been here five days.."
"Five days too many," Abbrellya complained, she was laying on the wooden floor with her legs draped over a chair, "Harry can we please stay at a hotel? I found this amazing room in France."
"France?"
"It's lovely," she smiled, shutting her eyes as she talked, "you'd love it."
Harry hummed while watching her, "it just feels rude up and leaving.. the war just ended, Bre. They need help remodeling the school and Ron and I are going to go to the Ministry in just a few months."
"I'm aware of your plans," she opened her eyes and glanced over, "you've given them enough, y'know."
Harry smiled, looking down before walking towards her, "what're you wanting to say, Bre?"
"That I want to go to Paris and not spend time with these people," she answered looking up at him defiantly.
Harry bent down next to her, "how about we go for a week and then we come back and help?"
Abbrellya hummed staring at him closely, reading his eyes, "okay." She rolled and moved to stand, "we're going to Paris," she said excitedly and with the wave of her wand she had their clothing packed, and the small room back in order. Harry and her had been sharing a cramped room with Ron. "Ready?"
Harry shook his head, laughing, "we can leave after dinner, babygirl." He stopped a moment and turned around looking at her, "sorry," he whispered, "I uh.. uhm, I didn't mean to. It just slipped out."
Abbrellya nodded, lifting a shoulder, "right, yeah, no problem." She didn't mind, but he had. The two hadn't so much as touched hands - sharing the room with Ron had entailed Harry laying on the floor while leaving Abbrellya in the bed. Suri was rather dormant and Abbrellya had the feeling it was because the fail safe was her giving up her life to save her mate and since they weren't bound she was gone.
Abbrellya could only feel a small part of her inside, but it was like it was merged just the part that kept her alive. Nothing was driving the two together now, not with the guardian and it seemed Harry Potter didn't want her. It felt that way to Abbrellya, at least, he hadn't shown much emotion. He avoided alone time, he avoided her mostly. She had caught him having conversations with Hermione and Ron, found the three sneaking away from her. Neither Ron nor Hermione approached her with the topic and she was too polite to ask.
So she stayed hidden and holed away in the cramped room, she mostly didn't want to look at Ginny and she didn't want to deal with the awkward whispers that always seemed to follow when she did leave the room. She didn't know what went on outside the room - it was like living without Suri all over again, she couldn't feel Harry anymore. She couldn't read his thoughts.
Abbrellya was alone and she wondered if the only reason Harry had brought her with him was because she had saved his life, she was scared Harry felt obligated just like she always worried he would if they had bonded. She had tired to warn Suri, and as much as this hurt more than him picking Ginny... she was happy he was going to be happy.
"Harry," she called out as he headed towards the door, "look, uhm, you don't have to entertain me." She added before he could open the door, "honestly, if you don't want to go then don't worry about it."
"What do you mean?"
"I know you'd rather be here, with your friends than with uh.. someone like me, that's fine." She tried to sound nonchalant but knew it was coming out disconnected, and bit her lip when he turned to face her, "I'm sorry if I seemed pushy.. I had no right to be."
"Paris is fine," Harry answered his eyebrow raised, "why wouldn't I go with you?"
"Well uh, I know you have plans with them. With Hermione and Ron and Ginny and I don't want to step between that."
Harry stared at her, crossing his arms against his chest, "you..?" He trailed off growing quiet and let out a soft chuckle with a head shake, "I think we'll manage being alone together fine, right?"
Abbrellya stared at him, she wanted nothing more than to be alone with him. Just the two of them, safe and sound and together but she didn't know what he wanted anymore, she didn't have the ability to know. She ran a hand through her long dark hair and tugged on the locks before nodded, "of course we will, look at us right now."
"Then?"
Abbrellya gave a soft smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, "forgive me, I'm still growing used to being alone. My thoughts aren't fully functional yet."
Harry blinked, giving a nod, "sure." Harry left the room, leaving her alone again, and headed down the stairs.
"Where's Abby?" Hermione asked when he made his presence in the front room.
"Packing up," Harry answered, sitting on the arm of the couch, "she wants to go to Paris."
"That'll be fun," Ron added, "we should go on a vacation, 'Mione?"
Hermione raised an eyebrow, "what?"
"After all the shit we've been through we should go somewhere."
"Well, okay, where?"
"I dunno, wherever. I haven't been to many places, you know that."
Hermione looked over at Harry, "are you going with her?"
"Yeah, of course, why wouldn't I?"
"Well..." Hermione shrugged, "nothing I guess, just wondering."
"She asked me too if I really wanted to go. Am I missing something?"
Ron looked over, "you've been sleeping on the floor... just think, four months ago at Christmas you two were connected at the hip and now she's hiding in a room and you're sleeping on the floor."
"I don't think she wants me anymore," Harry ran his hand through his hair and slipped into the seat relaxing back.
Hermione scoffed, "right the painfully obvious stares and invite to Paris sure scream otherwise."
"I don't feel it anymore."
"She died, Harry, to save you. What are you expecting to feel?" Hermione demanded, "that's Abbrellya, all alone, up there clinging to an idea that you gave her. That the two of you were going to be a thing, with or without Suri."
"What do you mean she died?"
Ron and her shared a look, "have you guys not talked about the war..?"
"No, why?"
Ron frowned and leaned forward, "Harry, Abbrellya gave up Suri for you. You're living on borrowed time, mate."
"She's just a normal girl now? Like, really?" Harry sat up straight and stared at Ron in shock.
Hermione shook her head, "not completely, I did some reading... Obviously," she rolled her eyes when both of the boys shared the universal look at those words from her, "there is a part of Suri left inside of her keeping her alive, and if you two were to mate certain parts would still happen. Her being bound to you, her only wanting you, honestly it is mostly the parts that bring her closer to you - all of that is still there. She can't feel you anymore, nor read your mind but the way she feels about you is still here. It wouldn't be if she didn't love you, it's the only way Suri could have given her form to save you. Their host body has to love you, as much as they do to merge and offer themselves to save their bounded."
"Merlin," Harry blinked quietly, "how... why didn't anyone tell me?"
"To her, Harry, you picked Ginny. She doesn't know otherwise. Why would she offer herself when she sees you as being happy? When has Abby ever gotten in the way of your choices?"
"I have to go talk to her," Harry whispered jumping up, "thanks." He answered and headed back up the stairs running up them and across the floor, he tore the door open tripping into the room slightly. Abbrellya was laying on the bed, the radio on softly and she looked up in shock.
"Harry," she gasped, watching him stumble over his feet before moving to sit up, "s-sorry I didn't feel you coming up," she apologized as she moved, "are you okay?"
"Why didn't you tell me," he demanded, shutting the door behind him.
"Tell you what?"
"About the war."
Abbrellya lifted an eyebrow and tilted her head slightly, "well, what do you want to know?"
"How am I alive?"
"You just woke up?"
"Don't lie to me, Abbrellya, now is not the time."
She watched him glare, his eyes narrowing, "we sacrificed ourselves." She whispered quietly, looking away, "but don't worry about it, you don't have to continue to feel obligated to make me part of your life Harry. It's honestly no big deal, you can do your thing, okay?"
"My thing?" He scoffed, "what? What are you talking about?"
"Y'know the..." she cringed and lifted a shoulder, "whatever makes you happy is your thing, Harry."
"You're my thing," he answered moving across the room, "why would you ever think other wise?"
"I mean..." She pursed her lips and looked towards the door, "I think that speaks for itself honestly."
"It's strange you not being restrained anymore."
"I've always been this way," she answered watching him as he stepped closer, "I just had to be more careful because it is everything in Suri's power to make you happy. I'm still learning."
"I like it," he shrugged, "you're so honest, it's nice." Harry was in front of her now and he leaned down, pressing his lips to hers, it was soft and sweet and entirely too short. Abbrellya leaned forward as he pulled away to follow him and he pressed his hands to her shoulders to keep her from falling both of their eyes meeting, "Bre.."
It was harder than Harry had thought it would be to suddenly be normal. Part of him wanted to move on as if none of it happened, as if it was Christmas but it wasn't anymore. The both of them had died and lived through a war, the both of them had suffered through the loss of each other all because of his idiotic choice.
Abbrellya was easier to forgive. She understood the pressure he was under at the time and yes it had hurt but she wasn't upset ultimately over the fact, he was laying in her bed wasn't he? Not Ginny's. He was with her... no one else.
She had woke before him and instead of getting up she laid there watching him, Harry laying on his back practically naked with a sheet covering his body as he slept. Her warm, snoring, restless, beautiful Harry. Abbrellya wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around him and curl against but she was nervous. This reminded her of Hogwarts, a few of their first nights sharing a bed, she had stayed awake for hours watching him. Of course then she had shared his dreams and eased them when they got bad but she wasn't able to do that anymore so she just watched.
It wasn't until soft morning light glared through the windows did he stir, he stretched his arms above his head and glanced over towards her his hand reaching out and as soon as it touched her arm he let out a sigh the panic on his face easing, "Bre," he whispered grabbing at her.
Abbrellya laid still, quiet, watching. He shook out his curly messy hair - the longer it got the curlier it got, and reached for his glasses. She shut her eyes feigning sleep and felt him get up, part of her cursed her choice but not even five minutes later he was back.
She felt the bed moving and then his lips to her shoulder, "Bre, wake up," fresh mint breath covered her face from above and she blinked a few times opening her eyes to glance at him. He smiled a breathless smile down at her looking much more awake than a second ago, "good morning."
"Hi," she muttered, watching him carefully.
"I have been wanting to wake you up for some time," he whispered quietly, "can I kiss you?"
Oh fuck yes, Abbrellya thought. She had been missing his touch, his lips for months. "Yeah," she nodded and Harry bent down pressing his lips to hers for a small kiss, pulling back after a second.
Harry's smile was bright, "do you remember the first time you kissed me?"
"You mean attacked you?" She asked with a chuckle, stretching slightly from under him.
"You," he winked, "can attack me anytime, Abbrellya." She swallowed roughly flushing before dropping her eyes, "so are you gonna show me around Paris?"
"We'll be total tourist."
"I've never been a tourist," he mused dropping from his pose to lay against her, his cheek over her heart. She rubbed his arms, nuzzling his hair and smiled to herself, "Bre, you still want this right?" he asked after a second and she blinked. This was new to her, she didn't see him being this way often.
"What? You?"
"Yeah, even though it's different I'm still the one?"
She nodded, kissing his forehead, "yeah, you're still the one.. You're always the one."
Harry lifted up and smiled, "Oh, Bre..."
Abbrellya leaned back against the back of the tub, his eyes shut as she bathed. She was so relaxed she wanted to ignore Harry as he called her name just on the other side of the bathroom door, his knuckles knocking against the wood of it.
"Babygirl?"
"Hm?" When nothing was said she peeked an eye open and saw Harry standing before her, smiling, "Harry!"
"Hey," he was grinning, his eyes not meeting hers as they trailed over her body in the clear water. "Smelt like mint," he mused and took a step forward.
"Get out," she chided, "I'm relaxing."
"I could relax you," he answered and she watched him drop down next to her, smiling as their eyes finally locked. And then she realized what exactly it was, what exactly it was that had kept his mind so busy all day. Instead of enjoying everything he had been distant. Now she got it, he was nervous. Harry was never nervous, not once, he was always dominate, sexually aggressive and confident.
But she watched it flash across his eyes - his nerves. Oh, what she wouldn't give to ease into his mind and figure out what he was thinking.
As the silence drug on Harry's smile started falling, he cleared his throat and fell back on his heels, "dinner is ready, room service just brought it up - don't take too long or it'll get cold." He gave her a forced smile now and stood.
Abbrellya shifted, "if only we were two wizards who could easily warm it back up." Her voice was quiet, soft, quivering as she said this eyes on the water but she knew he stopped.
"Why didn't I think of that?" He asked and she glanced up to see him turning around, "need some help there?"
"I..." Abbrellya looked at his legs, "y-yes."
Harry smirked to himself, not rejection... And stepped forward pulling his shirt off, before unbuttoning his jeans Abbrellya watched him through her lashes wishing she was more covered as she flushed a pink tentative blush. She watched with wide eyes his hands slipping between his waistband and fold his pants down before she quickly looked away ignoring the small chuckle that Harry made. He slipped into the warm water behind her folding his legs up and pulling back against his chest. She shivered slightly when his cool hands pressed to her body but soon relaxed against his chest trying not to think about the fact the two of them were naked.
"Is this what you are using?" He asked, holding out the eucalyptus and mint scented bath gel. Abbrellya nodded, her mouth felt numb nodding was the best response. Harry smiled, "my favorite." He pressed his palms to her shoulders rubbing them softly, and then kissed her forehead, "still get nervous around me? This is worse than any time before."
She hummed closing her eyes.
"We've bathed together before, Bre, calm down."
"I'm calm!" She snapped with a glare forming behind her lids.
Harry laughed quietly, "there she is." Abbrellya hummed again, a new blush covering her body, "I want to stay here forever," he whispered rubbing his chin against the top of her head.
"Forever is a long time."
"It's what I want to offer you," Harry whispered and his playful tone was gone again, "I shouldn't been here."
Abbrellya opened her eyes and glanced over her shoulder, "it's okay I'm just nervous, it's quiet nice."
Harry gave a bleak smile, "no, no... I mean here. Alive, breathing, a person."
Abbrellya bit her bottom lip, frowning, "you're supposed to be alive Harry."
"I don't think so babygirl. Ron called it borrowed time."
"Where else would you be?"
"I was killed, you killed me - er, Suri." He let out a quiet sigh, "that's the way it's supposed to be."
She shifted in the water, so she was on her knees facing him, "I am glad you are here, Harry, and so are a lot of other people." His eyebrow hitched up, "don't talk like this anymore. I didn't come out of this perfect and untouched myself, Harry Potter."
"I know, baby," he cupped her cheeks and looked very much older than almost 18 as they stared at each other, finally he sighed, "I need you in my life, Abbrellya, don't let me leave you again."
"I don't want to," she answered honestly, "I want to be the only one you ever think about."
"Already are, Bre," he whispered shutting his eyes and a smile spread across his lips, "let me show you?" When he opened his eyes again he looked every bit of 17 and horny, and she had a flash back to them on the couch after she went into hiding. Let me show you. A set of nerves flooded her system and she cleared her throat leaning back slightly, she didn't know what to do plan and simple. Harry had the upper hand on this one and that thought made her nervous more than that it made her shiver. She didn't like not having the upper hand she didn't like it one bit.
He looked at her with a smile that read, mine. He owned every single part of her and he knew it, his eyes were bright as he watched her and he was patient.
She bit her lip nervously before reaching out towards him, sliding her hand against his arm and upwards to his shoulder. Harry tilted his neck when her fingers brushed against his muscles there a quiet groan escaping his lips, she pulled back with wide eyes, "sorry?"
"No, no," he shook his head, "it's good." Harry raised his eyebrows and glanced down and as if to prove his point his cock twitched. Abbrellya giggled quietly looking away, "laughing isn't a turn on," he growled playfully and reached towards her. His hand wrapped around her upper arm before pulling her forward and letting her fall against his chest. She smiled despite herself and pressed her lips to his chin, then his cheek, "give me a kiss." She complied, her lips moving to his lips. It was different than with Suri. Everything with Suri was driven, it was hard it was fast. It was like kissing with a fire under you, kissing because you were dying.
Kissing Abbrellya was soft, it was slow, it was building. It was passion. Her kisses were like roses and chocolate, her kisses were love.
Harry pushed his fingers through her dry hair, taking the clip out with his other hand and letting it fall into the tub the tips getting wet. His mouth opened against hers and his tongue slipped out, the two of them intertwined and when her thigh brushed against his cock he moaned loudly against her lips before his head fell back. Abbrellya stared down at him a moment, blinking slowly and then a small smile spread across her lips - I did that to him. She wanted to jump for joy, a part of her wanted to apparate back to the Weasley's just to rub it in Ginny's face - but she refrained, not because she was a better person but because she wanted to hear it again. Her hand slipped down his chest dragging her nails softly against his tight, tanned skin until she got to his hips where she pushed her fingers through the hair that lead from his belly button down and then his cock. She wrapped her fingers around him and gave it a slow stroke.
Harry moaned again. His eyes hard as he watched her, she pushed down against him and back up again, smiling as another moan escaped his lips. Again and again and each time her fingers brushed against the head of his shaft he moaned out, his fingers there in knots around the tub railing he wanted to pick her up and slam into her. He just wanted to fuck. He was ready. Beyond ready. There were no distractions anymore, it was just them. As he tensed she noticed and dropped her hand immediately, "you okay?"
"You've got to stop worrying about me babygirl," his voice was low and husky, the words were serious, "I want you so much."
She blushed at his tone and looked down wrapping her arms around herself, Harry stood the water sloshing out of the tub and he picked her up cradling her small frame to his chest while he walked her out of the bathroom. Their lips pressed against each others again, he drug his tongue over her bottom lip before his teeth bit down on it with a small suckle Abbrellya gasped quietly and his tongue slipped between the parted lips giving hers a small flick before pulling back. "You're cute when you blush," he whispered, nuzzling her nose. They were at the bed now but he didn't want to put her down, not yet, so he kept her in his arms on his lap and he slid his hands down her body, his palm gliding between her legs using his own to open hers.
One of her hands wrapped around the wrist between her legs, her nails gripping the skin tightly, and he pressed his fingers against her clit with a rough rub. "Ahh," she gasped out letting her head fall back against her shoulder, Harry stared down her body from his view lips against her ear and his teeth skimmed over her ear lobe bringing out another gasp before he pushed one finger into her opening.
"You're so wet," he whispered lewdly and she squirmed against him, her ass brushing his length. "Do you want this baby?"
"Y-yes," she whispered back with her eyes tightly shut, "I do Harry."
"Good," he bit her neck, continuing to push against her, his palm rubbing over her clit and his fingers swirling inside, pulling out only to add another still using his palm to rub her clit slowly, "you're so beautiful," he murmured licking a droplet of water off her body the two hadn't even dried they were both wet and dripping. "Stunning," his voice was light as he promised the word, kiss after kiss on her shoulder and neck and forehead. One hand pushing into her, the other trailing fingers up and down her thigh, across her hips, up her side and then he cupped her breast dragging his thumb over her nipple.
"Gah," she looked down at the feeling, shocked by how much it affected her.
"Oh," Harry sounded amused, brushing her sensitive nipple again, "this the place, hm?" He mused quietly, the fingers inside of her hooked slightly on the their way out and she jumped at that feeling another moan escaping unfiltered, "oh this too?"
His breath was tickling her neck, his fingers brushing against a place she wasn't aware would feel so good and another against her nipple Harry giving them both equal attention. Her breathing was coming out in hot pants and she knew the feeling that was building. She had felt it before on the couch, the first night he promised to love her forever. Her thighs pressed hard against his knees and Harry kept them pulled apart, "no, no, you'll cum just like this." He hissed out, nipping her neck. He pulled his fingers out and drug the wetness up against her clit moving them slowly against the swollen bud watching as she shut her eyes gasping out her pants. "Let go," he whispered against her temple, tweaking her nipple roughly before pulling it with a roll between his thumb and forefinger and she came.
A gush of emotion came tumbling out as she loudly moaned, leaning against his body with a sigh her thighs shaking against his legs and her nails digging against his skin in a hard grip. Harry didn't stop touching her, he pushed his fingers right back in, his palm back against her clit. He could feel her walls clenching around him and moved towards the other nipple, his fingers dancing over her left breast now, "again?" He asked excitedly - he hadn't ever been more turned on then he was right now. Jesus was she hot.
She stayed quiet but a smile played across her lips that made Harry want to die, his tweaked the nipple roughly and gave it a tug and a twist, hooked fingers brushing over the spot and there it was. Her whole body sagging against his again as she let go not bothering to hid herself this time - she hadn't even recovered from the last one yet. "H-Harry," she gasped her hands against his legs clutching for him, "hold me?" She asked in the breathy tone and Harry did just that. Moving the two of them to lay back on the bed, he wrapped around her body laying over top of her and nuzzling into her neck.
"Have I ever told you just how much I love you?" He asked with a wide grin watching her flushed face burrow against his chest.
"Mm," she hummed out, his fingers brushing against his back and down to his backside giving it a squeeze, "your turn."
"I want to be inside of you," he spoke against her lips, giving her a quick kiss and grabbing his wand. He said a protection charm, before pressing his hands to her hips. Abbrellya looked up at him with a shy smile, the two of them sharing the moment and he brushed himself against her wet opening. And then Harry pushed in. He moved slowly, slower than either thought he would. He filled her, he didn't stop until he was completely sheathed, "you okay babygirl?" He asked with a quiet voice, looking down at her giving a soft smile.
"Y-yes," she muttered, "you gotta stop worrying about me, baby." She added trying to joke with him, Harry smirked shaking his head at her terrible joke.
"Don't tempt me," he said darkly glad she was lightening the mood and he nibbled her neck, her chin, her lips moving slowly back and forth feeling her relax against him and it wasn't until her head fell back against the bed and her fingers loosened the hold they had on the bedding did he allow himself to let go. He drug his fingers down her chest nipping and kiss each and every part he could touch, his hips arched into her and let himself go. "Oh Merlin, Bre," he gasped out, fingers hard against her sides gripping her close.
She stared at him with a wide smile, there it was. It was the bathtub all over again. Harry's moan came from deep within, he pulled her close with one arm the other jerked her legs open a little wider and bent her knee as pushed into her, giving his hips a slow circle when he was deep inside, "c'mon baby," he breathed, "cum for me." He was speaking through a hiss and she could tell he was about to cum himself. "Breeeeee," he drug her name out, demanding her attention and she blushed that she got caught staring down at their hips. "Right here, baby," he whispered pressing his forehead to hers, lips taking hers as he held her down. He moved his hand up her thigh and back to her clit moving slowly as he pumped into her roughly.
"H-Harry!" She gasped out at the feeling, speaking against his lips.
"There, right here baby," he answered with his eyes shut and with one last jerk of his hips she toppled over the edge again, Harry following right behind her. His hips stuttered forward and he pushed in fully, a quiet moan fell from her lips when her sensitive walls felt his cock twitching. Harry kissed her softly, "Bre..."
Kiko-howyadoin'? (Anyone watch TFS? Tien is bae in their version. Ahem. Anyway.)
IIporpammep: Drunk. Harry makes poor choices when drunk.. Recovering from drunk and being sober he realizes his choice and how much he hates it. How much he hates himself.
CeCeCandy: (Please note the use of baby/babygirl. I had you in mind.) Sorry about the typo in the last title - I fixed it, thank you for the catch! Abbrellya was hard to write in that sense, she was conflicted with herself. With who she was. With who Suri was and had to figure it all out and she took it out on the one person she could. The person she loved.
Olivander7: Thank you, hun!
Guest (assuming same guest?): I know right? Though I do have a thing for Charlie. Eeh. Probably because we don't see much of him and he is totally different from the others. Gosh a dream boat. Great with animals, straPPING, SEEKER BUILD. PLAYS WITH DRAGONS. OHSWOOOOOON.
~Kiz