Harry Potter And The Dark Order

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 - in France

Harry collapsed on the hard, pale chest.

His temples were dripping with sweat and his body was wet from their activities. His ragged breath was joined by his partner's. It seemed that he was too was exhausted. Still, it was a very warm night and after all the rolling around he felt too bothered to sleep even though he was exhausted. The sounds of the street below were not helping any.

He was placed on the bed and pulled against the other male. It was better now and more comfortable.

"Just go to sleep," he murmured to the younger man.

Harry tried to settle down but he felt sticky with semen and sweat covering him.

"Can't; I need a shower."

He heard a muttered cleaning spell that was followed by a cooling charm. The sensation was odd on his tired body but after all the strain he took he was too tired to do anything but sleep.
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Harry woke up because of the burn he felt in his bum. And then there was the rapid talking he heard from another room. He did not understand a word save 'petit déjeuner'. His stomach grumbled at the mere mention of breakfast and the teen blushed, glad he was alone and no one heard. He took time to glance around the room. The night before he had been driven by lust and it was a bit embarrassing now.

"You're up," a deep voice commented.

Harry swallowed. In the morning light everything was different. That silky, ebony black, long hair and dark grey eyes looked better. His skin was also pale, almost white. He also wore only loose pyjama bottoms, revealing a slim, sculptured figure. He was not bulky, or bony, just perfect. The man smirked as he levitated the tray that flowed behind him onto the bed.

"Get back on," he firmly said.

Harry nodded. He did not struggle to remember the name he had been screaming for the better part of the previous night.

"Thank you Rabastan," Harry replied. He eyed the croissants with interest as he climbed back on the bed. He sat gingerly, his butt still tender and burning from all their night time activities.

Rabastan butted his hand away, took a croissant and dipped it in cream.

"Taste's better this way," the other man replied.

Harry took a bite and hummed. It really was delicious. And he preferred it to the high fat diet served at Hogwarts. He was not even considering the measly meals he got at the Dursley's. He pushed that thought out of his mind and took another bite. All the while Rabastan watched him eat.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Harry asked.

The other man shook his head. "I don't have much of an appetite."

Harry shook his head, grabbed another croissant and dipped it into cream. Then he offered it to Rabastan, smearing a bit of the white cream on his lips. The man smiled with his eyes as he took a bite and chewed thoughtfully.

"Tasty, but..." he took the food Harry held and placed it on the tray. Then he leaned over and kissed the teen on the lips. It was hard and demanding and Harry loved it. Even the night before Rabastan had not been very gentle, but he took care when he realized Harry had been a virgin. He was intense and passionate and Harry lost himself in the sensations.

As he was lowered on the bed again, Harry thought that this was his best day ever.
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Harry cursed while he ran down the street. His morning bout of sex with Rabastan had distracted him even more and he forgot all about meeting up with Fleur. He was willing to bet the witch was angry and he could not really run very fast. His arse was hurting more that when he woke up.

He caught sight of silvery blonde hair and slowed down.

"Fleur!" he called out.

"'Arry!" she whirled around looking furious.

"I know I'm impossible," he rushed to say. "But I have a really good reason for it."

"You vill better haf," she threatened. She looked just about ready to kill him.

"I met a guy..."

"Zat dark haired man?" Fleur blinked. She grabbed his arm. "Haf you had breakfast?"

Harry blushed to the roots of his hair and Fleur giggled.

"Oh, 'arry. Come."

Harry followed her to a Muggle bistro feeling mortified about the talk that was going to follow.
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Rabastan left the hotel he had been hiding ever since he had fled from Britain. He had been a free man and an escaped criminal for a month now. He had also been separated from his brother as long. Rodolphus had opted to stay in his home country to hide. The Malfoys were providing housing to his wife Bellatrix. Rabastan shook his head. He had never liked Bellatrix Black, not even when she was saner and her looks radiant. That insane witch had ruined his brother more than their own father's choices.

He walked through the busy street and headed to the portal to the magical community. He had a potion brewing and he was missing a couple of ingredients. He ignored the admiring looks he earned from many women and a few men he walked past. Instead of getting his attention they seemed to remind him of the minx he spent the night and morning with. It almost made him smile. He had not felt desire so strongly before last night. Even before Azkaban when he was a teen he had not felt attraction towards anyone. He had slept with a couple of his classmates but just because he was curious. His older brother often teased him he was asexual. After that he had been sentenced to Azkaban, just when he had graduated from school. He never really got to live his life.

Rabastan remembered green eyes and a smirk formed on his face.

He was not letting that temptation get away from him.
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" Fluer slow down I can't under stand you when you talk fast in French!" Harry told the excited witch

"With coffee?" Harry sounded dubious.

"Trop tôt pour l'alcool (Too early for alcohol)" she muttered.

"Flur rien trop tôt pour vous" ( Fluer nothings to early for you) the witch in question shrugged.

She pushed him in a table she find acceptable and ordered coffee and snacks for both of them while she prodded for details Harry found himself giving her before he could think twice. Fleur giggled in all the embarrassing moments making Harry's face heat up.

"Shut it, it's not even that funny," Harry complained.

"I know," Fleur smiled. "I am 'appy for you 'arry."

"Thank you."

"Vill you see 'eem again?" Fleur picked up a cinnamon cookie.

Harry shrugged. "I guess. I'm not sure."

The witch observed him quietly. While she was not really bothered by the occasional one night stand she had not given any thought as to how Harry might be affected by it. Sure he had enjoyed himself and the attention he received from his nightly lover but Harry was the type who wanted to feel love not lust. Fleur made a silent promise to herself that she would help the green eyed boy as much as she could.

"He was a magician (wizard)", that is a given," Fleur murmured. "You know 'is name?"

"Rabastan," Harry replied.

Fleur frowned a bit at the name, feeling somewhat familiar with it before she shrugged, it would come to her later.

"Et nous attendre ensuite (we wait then)", Fleur told him.