Sugar Daddy Potter

chapter 2- the kiss

Her lungs are gasping for breath. Her arms rest on her knees as they enclose her drooping head and she controls the flow of the oxygen reaching her lungs.

In. Out. In. Out.

It had happened again. Her recurring nightmare attacked once more. Constantly striking her like a bolt of lightning as she is about to enter the realm of unconsciousness.

Her fingers trace circles on her forehead as she sighs despondently. She can not get any more sleep for tonight. Deciding she might as well be productive, she stretches her pale uncovered arms as her taut body stands.

Finally ready, Aria gathers her striking blonde hair and bunches it up into a messy bun. Her walking echoes across the floors as her foot thumps loudly against the carpeted steps. Reaching the bottom, she heads straight for the kitchen, unlocking the door then stepping inside her safe haven.

Time to get to work.

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Harry was hard. Rock hard. His erection tented his pants and he sighed because it must have been the 23rd time since The Night as he had now dubbed it that he was like this.

He cannot seem to get the meek, shy girl out of his head. Her comforting delicate fragrance with the rich honeyed smell of sucrose along with the hint of floral perfume you could vaguely pick up. Her timid, melodic voice rang in his head like the church bells which reverberate every holiday season. And though it was the gentlest of brushes, he remembers her glossy, soft skin, smoother than the creamiest of butter.

He exhales a loud groan. He's got it bad. There is no doubt about that. He perks up, maybe he'll give the bakery a visit today. With that final peppy thought, he continues with the droll job of changing the world.

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His nose was twitching and a warning was issued from the back of his throat, giving him a frantic signal. He took another inhale as his mouth leisurely formed an O-shape. Air thrust from his throat through the neck before slowly a gust of air left his gaping lips. He was tired. He missed his bed. The soothing, comforting presence his mattress brought and the plushy silk his head sank into as his entire body rested. Great, he was even more tired now from just imagining his bottomless heaven. His eyes watered, he felt another yawn creeping up his skin as he checked the time.

5'o clock.

That's a decent time to leave work. Sure. Gathering the few belongings he needs to take home, he quickly leaves the building, apparating to his home where he changes to more casual clothing before making his way to Aria's Bakery.

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Aria was tired. So so tired. Perhaps she should've forced herself to lay back down on her plush bed after the nightmare. Her head droops in exhaustion as her eyes close.

DING!

And.. of course, someone would enter at exactly- she checks the time- 5:15 RIGHT as she's about to sleep.

As she looks up though, Aria sees the figure who has been on her mind a lot these past few days. Putting up a facade of cheeriness, she eagerly greets the customer, "Hello there, Mr.Potter!! What can I get you??"

Harry seems to think for a moment, before deciding, "One carrot cupcake please."

Oh yes, the cinnamony goodness. The frosted vanilla whipped cream would always splash with the cake, melting the two flavors into one. The texture of the carrots was flaky, adding a rougher edge to the otherwise mellow cake.

She remembered when the cold would serenade their grounds as two feet of sunlit glitter layered the grass. The animals of the frost would come out then, roaming the grounds for prey. Her younger sister, Madge, had an obsession with carrots, having heard the many health benefits from one of her muggle friends whose mother was a nutritionist.

The two of them would bake all sorts of carrot-themed goodies. She laughs, remembering the first time her sister had tried shaving a carrot. Madge had used the wrong side of it, causing carrot pieces to get stuck within the crevices in the metal instrument. Together, they had to scrub really hard to get the fiery strings out. The thought brought many more memories crashing in.

Unconsciously having packed the cupcake, she shook herself out of her stupor handing the sweet-smelling bag to the customer. "That's-"

"I know." Harr-Potter gives a smile that could ward away dementors as he layed 10 sickles upon the quartz countertop.

"But that's-"

"Keep the extra change." With a final wink in her direction, he takes a seat upon one of the stools on the right side of the counter.

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He chose the seat in the closest vicinity to Aria as he started eating the creamy, fluffy goodie.

This place really did have the best cupcakes.

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The time was nearing seven o'clock- 30 more seconds. Her mental timer went off, as it neared the closing time.

TICK tock TICK tock.

At exactly seven, she flicked her wand and the lighted OPEN sign immediately changed to a gray CLOSED one. Lastly, she turned to the one wizard still in her lair of sweets and sent him a deathly sweet smile, "Sorry Mr.Potter but we are now closed, if you would kindly let yourself out?"

"Harry."

"Excuse me?" Aria blinked slowly at Harry, as a cat may to an owner that understands what the blasted human is doing but doesn't know why.

"Call me by my name, Harry."

"Oh, okay then Harry," she replies, making sure to put a special emphasis on Harry, "would you kindly escort yourself out."

Potter does his signature smirk as he slowly stands up from the barstool. "I think you accidentally sat on a package of sugar."

At this sentence, Aria panicked. How long had there been sugar on her backside? Why did no one comment on it? Are her clothes now ruined? Oh, she hopes not. It's a pain scrubbing magical sugar out since it cannot be removed with a simple spell. "Really? Where?" she twists her torso around trying to get a good look at her butt.

"Because you have a sweet ass."

She took a moment to figure out the innuendo before being struck speechless. Slowly, she turned around. "Excuse me-"

Before she could berate him, however, he grabbed her two hands and pinned them against the wall in one swift motion.

Her mind stopped functioning as the only thing she could focus on was the waves of his cologne breaking upon her nose. He brought his saccharine mouth in front of hers before whispering a soft, "May I?"

She nods in response and his mouth crashes against her lips. A great flame exploded in her gut as he gently inched his tongue into her lips. A passion greater than a thousand fires, one that transcends the novelty of a great poet ignited. She, too, began to move against his warm cinnamony mouth. The two tongues danced to a ballad only they knew.

As the kiss ended, their latched lips separated and Harry brought down her arms gently. "Wow."

A silence enveloped them for a couple more seconds before she replied, "Yeah, that was- ." she stopped midsentence, trying to find the right words before finally settling on, "heart-blowing."

A/N- AHHH sorry for not updating this past month, I'm going to try and update this fic every Tuesday from now on. As always, THANK YOU FOR READING. <3.