Little Bird

Chapter 5

Maya woke up slowly. She felt warm and content, like a ball of hot phoenix fire. Her head was buried into something warm, and her legs, splayed out like spaghetti, were wrapped around something soft. She sighed, and nuzzled in closer.

"Good morning," Harry whispered into her ear, causing her to shiver. He was facing towards her, his arms wrapped around her shoulders, and her head pulled into the crook of his shoulder. He had his shirt on this morning, and she was fortunately (or unfortunately) clothed as well.

She glanced up and stared into the green emerald eyes that were just like her own, and felt a flood of heat rush through her blood. Harry Potter may have been her brother, but the added guilt and taboo just caused her desire to quicken.

She must have been staring too intently, for Harry quickly looked away, a soft blush on his face. He also let go of his close embrace to her, and she pouted, feeling the cool morning air brush over her now Harry-less front.

"It's too early," she complained, but Harry just chuckled.

"I let you sleep in, all the boys have left for breakfast already."

She eyed him out of the corner of her eye as he began switching shirts for the day. Her lips felt dry as she took in his firm abs, and the tightness of his back muscles. He turned to her, placing his wired glasses on. It was cute, but she had never needed glasses herself. She wondered if the girl genes in the Potter family had helped her.

"I'll give you some space to get changed," Harry said thoughtfully, getting ready to leave the room. Maya quickly reached forward and grabbed his arm, stopping him. He glanced at her thoughtfully. She noticed her robes, her currently only set of clothing, were rolled up at her waist, and he was struggling to keep his eyes off her long legs. She giggled softly, hiding her lips behind her fingers.

"I think I need a shower," Maya admitted. "I haven't had one since I got here."

"Oh!" Harry realised, his eyes widening, and pulling away from her legs. She felt goosebumps prickle her thighs. "Yeah, of course. I'll walk you to the bottom of the girl's dorm."

"Can- Can I use yours?" Maya asked.

"What? Why?" Harry exclaimed. He quickly glanced around, worried his loud shouting might bring someone to the dorm, but everyone was still at breakfast.

"Well, I haven't actually met any of the girls yet. It would be weird to just suddenly use their shower."

"I guess…"

"And it's also much closer!"

Maya knew she was being a little silly, and perhaps a little bit selfish, but she liked her privacy with Harry so far. She knew that by the end of today, that was going to have to end, but for now… she wanted to be with him.

"Alright. I guess you don't have any bathroom stuff either, do you," Harry admitted. He opened his trunk, withdrew a towel, and a bar of soap. He grimaced as he handed them to her. "Sorry. I don't have any shampoo or conditioner. My uh, uncle wouldn't spend more on me than necessary."

Maya leaned forwards, and rested a finger on his lips, silencing any further rambling. She smiled sweetly at him, trying to convey with her lips that she was there for him, and he seemed to relax. She ran her fingers through her crimson hair, and had to admit it was pretty greasy. That, and it was becoming pretty knotty.

"Dobby?" Maya called hopefully. She jumped slightly as the knobbly elf appeared with a crack. She knelt down so she wasn't towering so much over him, and had to stifle a laugh as his large, tennis ball like eyes widened comically.

"Dobby is here for Master Potter's Sexy Slave."

"Dobby! Don't say stuff like that," Harry reprimanded, but Maya just giggled and waved him off.

"Dobby, I was wondering if you could get me some hair products. And maybe a hair brush," Maya added hopefully.

"Dobby technically isn't supposed to," the elf admitted, "But Lickylocky did leave a lot behind."

Maya could see that Dobby was still undecided. Bless his heart. She leaned forwards conspiringly.

"I'll chuck in a pair of Harry's underwear," Maya whispered. Dobby's head began rocketing up and down in confirmation, so much so Maya was worried it might fall off.

"Dobby understands."

With a crack, the elf was gone.

"What was that about?" Harry asked suspiciously. Maya made sure to keep her gaze away from him. She didn't know how, but Harry seemed to be able to tell when she was lying. She didn't have to respond though, as Dobby returned quickly. He was panting, and out of breath.

"Dobby- Has returned- To the Great Misses."

"Thank you Dobby. That's very sweet of you." Maya noticed that Lickylocky's hair supplies did seem of exceptional quality. "I'll give you the payment tonight," Maya said, winking at the elf, who nodded vigorously, and disappeared with a pop.

"Insane, that one is," Harry commented.

"C'mon, show me where you shower," Maya interrupted, grabbing all of her showering stuff and tucking it under her arm. Harry led her to the bathroom, and then pointed to the back left shower cubicle.

"I use that one. You should be good for about ten minutes, but then the guys will start coming back from lunch." Harry bit his bottom lip briefly, thinking. "You still have the cloak? Good. Use it if you have to." He made to head out of the bathroom, but Maya grabbed his hand. She liked holding his hand. It was calloused and rough, and felt like it would be able to hold her tightly and protect her.

"Don't you need to have a shower too?" She asked. He hadn't had one in the same time as her after all. He hesitated, and she saw him slyly try and sniff his pits. She rolled her eyes.

"Boys. Come on, shower with me."

"With you?" Harry squeaked, his green eyes flickering between her and the shower door. He ran his fingers through his hair nervously.

Maya giggled, but felt that perhaps she was pushing it.

"Interested in me, are you?" She teased, but relented immediately. "I meant in the cubicle beside me."

"Oh. Oh yeah of course. That makes sense."

Maya snuck one last look at Harry before stepping into her shower. She closed the door, flicked the lock shut, and began laying her toiletries down one by one. She heard a loud, heavy sigh, before Harry stepped forwards into his, and she heard his door close as well.

The two were very silent as they went about undressing. Maya slipped out of her robes with ease. She wasn't wearing much underneath, just a pair of Harry's boxers, which she put to the side for Dobby.

When she strained her ears, she could hear a soft huff, and the sliding of fabric on skin as Harry removed his shirt. She imagined him running his fingers in the elastic of his boxers, sliding it down, pulling it over his-

She shook her head, and turned her shower on. She fiddled with the knobs until the water was pleasantly hot, and a refreshing cloud of steam began puffing into the air. Similarly, she heard Harry's shower start, and she giggled loudly.

"This is kind of fun, isn't it?" Maya noted.

"I guess?"

"Don't be such a downer all the time, Harry."

"Oh? A downer am I? Take this then!"

Maya squealed as he splashed cold water over the shower wall.

"Not fair! Why is your shower so cold anyway?"

"...No reason."

She watched as his water heated up, and familiar puffs of steam began pervading the air. She turned to her own shower, grabbed her brush, and began vigorously ripping through her damp crimson hair. It stuck to her shoulders and clavicle like wet spaghetti, and the knots were refusing to unravel despite her vicious hand. Eventually she won out, but it wasn't without a fair amount of grunting and hissing.

"You alright in there?" Harry asked quietly. She froze, wondering how she may have sounded, before giggling.

"I'm fine, Harry. Just girl things," she added at the end, hoping the mystery would play tricks on his mind.

"Right," he squeaked, and Maya smiled in victory.

She turned back to her own shower. She grabbed Harry's bar of soap and lathered it up in her hands, and began washing down her body. She gave attention to the rise of her chest. They were just big enough to cup in each hand and give a satisfying squeeze. Admittedly, she did have small hands, but it counted for something.

She ran her soapy fingers across her belly, and down the inside of her thighs. She had toned muscles, and a popping backside. All a result of her years of Quidditch practice and exercises. She had to thank Katie and the girls for that.

"Hey, Maya. Chuck the soap?"

"Sure thing. Just finished with it."

She saw his hand poking over the top of the divider. She wasn't tall enough to quite reach, so she threw it, hoping he would be able to catch it. He didn't quite expect it though, and she laughed when he yelped.

"That hit my head!"

"I thought you were a good seeker."

He just grumbled in response. She grabbed a bottle of shampoo and began massaging it into her hair. She purred softly as her fingers dug into her scalp. She definitely needed this.

"Catch!"

It was her turn to yelp as the bar of soap was flung her way. She avoided it, but it hit the ground with a thud.

"Haha. Missed me."

"Whatever. Chuck me some shampoo?"

They continued to trade toiletries. Maya was feeling more relaxed than she had in a long time. It helped to have Harry nearby. Naked. Under the shower. She was in the process of rubbing the silky conditioner into her hands when she felt a pulling sensation down below. She shook her head, and returned to rubbing conditioner in her crimson hair, and tried to ignore the feeling.

She could hear Harry softly humming to himself next door, and she could smell his scent wafting through the steam. The tingling in her thighs grew stronger. Her hands fell from her hair to her body, and she felt her chest responding positively as well. Her fingers grazed over the small, hardened sensation. She pinched one of them, while the other stroked smooth circles over the other. She was pressing her lips locked close together, while her teeth nibbled on the edges. Even then, a soft, pleasuring moan escaped.

She could hear Harry's gentle, even breathing, just a meter away. She leaned against the cool divider, and squeezed her eyes shut. She pictured him as he was now, naked and wet. His hair would be soaked, and plastered to his face. His back muscles would be pulled taut as he scrubbed his back. His tight glutes that she wanted to dig her fingers into would be covered in soap suds, and she just wanted to grab onto his front and squeeze it firmly.

She felt herself losing the battle. Her hands were still silky and covered in conditioner, and she let her fingers drip lower, and lower. She let her fingers lightly play on the small scar, hidden beneath the folds of her breast. Then, she let her hands drop properly. She found the warmth between her legs, and was surprised at how slick and heated she was, despite the shower water washing over the area. She grabbed the bar of soap, Harry's bar of soap, that he had just used on his bare body, and pushed it against her painfully sensitive buds. It felt like him, kissing and squeezing her rises.

Her fingers slipped like silk onto her warmth. She ran two fingers firmly over her spot, feeling her knees buckle with each rotation. Her toes were curled inwards, and when she finally let a finger slip in, she was unable to let out a soft cry.

"Maya, you sure you're alright?"

She yelped, loudly this time, and threw herself off of the divider. She slipped on the soapy, conditioner lathered floor, and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Ow-ow-ow," Maya moaned, rubbing her backside. "You scared me, you prat."

"Sorry," Harry replied meekly from the other side. "You sounded like… you were in pain, or something. You sure you're good?"

"Well I'm definitely in pain now," Maya snapped. She sighed, realising she had pent up anger at not being allowed to release. It wasn't his fault though, and she let herself release a heavy breath of air.

"Can I use my towel?" Harry asked nervously. "I know I said you could have it, but I only have the one. Relatives wouldn't let me take more."

"Of course, Harry," Maya replied, trying to sound like she hadn't just been forced off one of the best releases she had ever had. She passed him the brown towel over the divider. His shower stopped, and she heard him rubbing himself dry. She still felt a soft pulling from down below, and she began debating the pros and cons of trying again, until he threw the towel back over.

"All done. I'll wait for you out the front. Hurry though. Guys'll be back any minute."

Maya sniffed in annoyance, but relented. She grabbed Harry's towel, which smelled so much like him, and began to rub her own body dry. She shivered as the fluffy material draped over certain regions.

She pinched her arm very, very hard with her nails until the pain overtook her hormones.

It only worked for a few seconds.

She sighed.

"Today's going to be a long day."

It was lunch time when Harry finally had to say goodbye to Maya. McGonagall was waiting in her office for Maya, to allow her to floo to Diagon Alley. Harry and Maya walked together through the halls. Harry tried to ignore the stares of other students who gawked at them. It was difficult though. For once, Harry felt like the stares weren't directed at him and his scar, but rather at Maya. This made him feel confused and protective of her, and he ended up glaring at any guys who got too close.

Finally though, they were outside the Head of Gryffindor's office, and Harry gave Maya a wry grin.

"Have fun. Spend lots of money. All of it if you can."

Maya just smiled ominously, as if Harry's statement was a challenge she would complete.

"Thanks for your help, Harry.'

"S'no worries." Harry fidgeted with the sleeve of his robe, gathering up the courage to ask what he wanted. "Hey Maya. Is it alright if I give you a hug?"

He watched as she giggled cutely into her hand. It was her habit whenever she was happy, and Harry loved making her happy.

"Of course. You don't have to ask every time," Maya reprimanded softly.

"Oh. Well. Here I go anyway."

He leaned forwards and wrapped his arms around her, one over her right shoulder, and one below her left middle. She leaned in and returned the hug, giving him a large squeeze in the middle, which did funny butterflies to his insides. Reluctantly, he let go, and patted her on the shoulder awkwardly.

"Alright. I'll see you after."

"I'll be back before you know it," Maya agreed, winking.

Leaving her to McGonagall, Harry decided that, being it was lunch time, it was probably a good idea to head to the great hall. He passed many students, who gave him a variety of looks. He was glad that the guys were leering at Maya anymore, but it just meant they were glaring at him instead. He noticed most everyone not in Gryffindor wearing 'Potter Stinks' badges. He sighed. He was still being isolated after being forced into the stupid tournament.

There wasn't much he could do to change their minds though. Maybe he would have been more angry, but Maya's warm, bubbly presence stuck with him, and let the angry stares brush past him. Feeling better, he made his way to the great hall for lunch.

It was crowded, and he instantly felt the pressure of stares from all four houses on him. He resolutely ignored them, and glanced towards the Gryffindor table, trying to figure out where to sit. Ron was still acting out at Harry… which was honestly very unlike him. In the three years Harry had known his best mate, they had never once had a fight.

However, Ron's eyes were overcast, and he was pointedly ignoring Harry. Hermione wasn't much better. Hermione's anger Harry could at least somewhat understand. She was a girl, girl's got jealous over silly things. Still, it didn't make Harry feel any more like forgiving her after having a go at Maya. The bushy haired girl glanced at him hopefully, but he turned away.

And that left… well, no one.

Harry never quite realised how little friends he had.

Fortunately, two very troublesome twins seemed to notice his situation, and they called out to him, shuffling aside to make room.

"Thanks, guys," Harry said gratefully, sitting down on the wooden bench.

"No worries," Fred and George said in unison, their voices echoing in his ears like surround sound.

"We noticed Hermione's not in a great mood," Fred commented.

"Thought it might have something to do with you… what was it again?"

"Special friend," Fred supplied.

"Hmm. Not quite it, but it'll do," George relented.

"We'll have to ask Dobby to remind us next time." The two twins had an evil grin on their faces, staring down at Harry.

"Haha. You guys are hilarious," Harry deadpanned, reaching for the plate of sandwiches. "But yes, that is why she's pissed off at me."

The two twins nodded sagely.

"Strange though," Fred pondered.

"You would've thought our dearest Ronald would be happy spending more time with our resident bookworm."

"But he looks positively depressing."

"Poor excuse for a Weasley."

"Even if you have nothing else going for you, you should at least look entertaining."

"Like Percy, and his cauldron bottoms."

"Classic comedy."

"You guys really don't stop, do you?" Harry noticed, glancing between them.

"Only when it pleases us to."

"Which is never."

"You're right though," Harry admitted. "Ron is being a right prat. It's weird though. I know he gets a bit sensitive about money, but we've never had a fight this bad before."

The twins glanced at Ron, and then each other.

"You're not wrong," George admitted.

"He's always been the most level headed brother."

"Other than Perce."

"And Bill."

"Oh, and Charlie."

"And Ginny."

"But she's a girl."

"Honourary brother."

Harry raised an eyebrow at them, and they flushed slightly.

"Alright, so perhaps he's not the most levelheaded person."

"But he should have more brains than this…"

They glanced at each other.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, F1?"

"I think I'm thinking what you're thinking, G2"

"How have you guys even seen that show?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"What show?" They asked in unison. Harry just groaned.

"Never mind."

Harry noticed the calculated, planning glint in their eyes, and the way they kept glancing at Ron.

"Don't be too hard on the prat, alright? Just enough to make him realise what an idiot he is."

"Marauders honour." They chanted in response.

To say Maya was excited was an understatement. The goblin's had eyed her suspiciously when she showed them Harry's trust vault key, but Griphook had guided her well. She was not trotting down Diagon Alley, a skip in her step, and a bottomless bag clinking satisfyingly at her waist.

It was relieving to see that this world truly wasn't much different from her own. The Daily Prophet printed articles, not about the Girl-Who-Lived, but about the Boy-Who-Lived, and the beautification shop seemed to not be selling the brand of Maya© scented perfume.

Otherwise it was identical.

She breathed in the fresh air, inhaling the scent of sweet dairy, gently pervading the air from Florence's ice cream shop. She would definitely be making a trip there today.

However, she had priorities. And priority number one was quite obvious.

Maya made a beeline for Gladrags. She entered the store, and just stood in the entrance, gently taking in the entire collection. She sighed loudly.

"Can I help you?" Madame Gladrag asked from the counter. Maya grinned, her freckled cheeks lighting up in excitement.

"Yes. Yes you can."

The next hour was an excited blur as Maya tried on as many articles of clothing that would fit her size. She walked away with a full wardrobe of casual wear, ranging from Harpie sponsored denim jeans, black short skirts that showed off her toned legs, yellow polka-dot sundresses and a variety of shirts and spaghetti strap tops, displaying colourful sports team's logos and magical creatures.

When she walked out of the shops, she was wearing pale denim shorts that ended mid thigh, and a red shirt with a brown bowtruckle design, tucked into the front of her pants. She had her hair tied behind her back in a simple ponytail, held together by a new green scrunchy that she hoped brought out her eyes. It was so nice to feel the breeze on her legs and arms.

She was carrying a lot of bags with her. She has even gone so far as to purchase warm woollen pants for winter, and several knitted jumpers for the colder weather of spring. She hoped Harry wouldn't mind if she pinched one of his Weasley jumpers. She really couldn't live without one of those.

Thinking of the Weasley's sobered her slightly. Ron had been her first friend at Hogwart's, quickly followed by Hermione. However, at the start of her third year, Ron had begun behaving differently. It wasn't until the end of the year that Maya realised it was because of puberty. It was no longer comfortable hanging around Ron when she realised he couldn't keep his eyes off her chest. She instead found more solace spending time with Ginny, and the two had quickly become inseparable, even more so than Hermione at times.

That was mainly because of Quidditch though. Hermione hated that sport.

The Ron of this world… seemed different though. True, he had never actually seen her, so perhaps a similar perversion in his eyes still existed. However, he had never tried to raid her trunk, and he had definitely never turned his back on her in a time of need.

She shook her head. The sun was shining, her arms were full of new clothes. The air smelled like fresh flowers and ice cream. It was a time for shopping, not depressing thoughts.

She still needed a school uniform. All her current clothes were just casual and undergarments, and as much as she loved Harry's robe, she really wanted her own stuff.

So it was to Madam Malkin's. Maya had thought that, being the middle of a school day, the shop would be rather quiet and empty. She was therefore surprised to see two blond schoolgirls. They were dressed in casual clothes, similar to Maya.

The taller girl was dressed with more style, wearing slim cut jeans that clung to her long, shapely legs, and a simple, black sleeveless top that hooked around the back of her neck. A simple, emerald pendant lay bare against her collarbones.

In comparison, the smaller girl was dressed more childlike. She had a light green skirt that ended at her knees, and a loose fitting white shirt with a silver unicorn design. The whole outfit made her look young and innocent, and even a little bit cute.

The two girls were familiar, but Maya couldn't quite put her finger on it. Perhaps if they had their house colours on she would be able to tell. Maya didn't really want to wait, but she did want to get the school uniforms out of the way. Grumbling to herself, she gave in and stepped into the shop, and quietly sat on the waiting sofa.

"Daph, I don't want to wear any of these stupid clothes."

"I know, Tori. I really wish you didn't have to either."

"It's not fair."

Something in Maya's mind clicked. These two were the Greengrass sisters, both in Slytherin. Daphne was the eldest, and was in Harry's year. Astoria was one year younger, and although Maya didn't know much about her, she guessed that she would be in her year now.

Maya felt slightly guilty about eavesdropping, but she also didn't have enough shame to ignore them. She grabbed a magazine, and with a guilty glance at the two blonds, proceeded to fake read.

Madam Malkin returned from the back room, bustling through with a variety of beautiful white dresses. Both of the Greengrasses glared at them in disgust.

"Why can't daddy do something to stop it," Astoria complained.

"He tried his best, Tori." Daphne sounded tired and defeated. "The Malfoy's have far too much influence. They wouldn't just punish dad, they'd completely crush our potion's industry."

"I know," Astoria said softly. "I don't wanna get married though." There were tears welling up in the corner of her eyes. Madam Malkin patted the young girl gently on the back and said 'there there', but it didn't help much. Sighing the elderly matron turned around, and spotted Maya sitting in the corner.

"Oh! Sorry dear, I didn't see you." The sisters turned to face her as well. Astoria was surprised, whereas Daphne looked nervous.

"I, uh, need some Hogwart's robes," Maya said dumbly.

"Of course you do, dear. Hop on the platform, and I'll grab some robes from the back." Madam Malkin smiled quickly in apology at Daphne, who waved her off with a flick of her hand. Once the lady was gone, Daphne turned to Maya.

"You were listening." It wasn't a question.

"Sorry," Maya admitted. She wasn't Slytherin enough to lie out of this one.

Daphne narrowed her crystal blue eyes, examining the redheaded girl in front of her.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"Maya P- Rose," Maya answered, stammering slightly on her answer.

"No you're not."

Both Maya and Daphne turned to Astoria, who was staring at Maya weirdly. Her cheeks were puffed up in concentration, and her eyes, also a crystal blue, but darker, narrowed in confusion.

"What do you mean, Tori?" Daphne asked, and it was credit to her sister than she didn't dismiss it immediately as a childish complaint.

"Look at her eyes," Tori answered, and Maya suddenly felt very self-conscious. Daphne was staring at her too now, her mouth widening slightly as she stared. The two sisters glanced at each other before nodding. It was Daphne that spoke first.

"Are you Harry Potter's sister?"

AN/

I never quite knew what the... limits were for details of certain scenes on FF. If anyone things I've crossed a line, please let me know. I'd rather not lose this story.

Otherwise, enjoy the heat ;)

Cheers

-Council