Harry
Harry stood in the tall frame of window pane looking out over the still sleeping city. The sun was just starting to rise, leaving the apartment quiet and mostly dark. A steaming mug of nespresso in his hand and a soft smile touching his lips as memories of the last year resurfaced.
"Come with me" Harry pleaded between soft kisses, not wanting to leave her side just yet. Ariella sighed "That's your world Harry, not mine." He shook his head continuing the slow assault down her throat "It's your world now too baby." Ariella whimpered and pulled his lips back to hers nodding fiercely "Alright, I'll go to your bloody game." She pushed him off her and stomped her perfect bare ass into the bathroom making him chuckle.
They had hidden away in his small unfurnished apartment the last two days avoiding the media and scandle surrounding her wedding. He rolled out of bed and flipped through the Daily Prophet, the damn paper was full of their faces. "People are going to hate me" she whined from the bathroom, he chuckled "Nobody is going to hate you, just be yourself Ari" he encouraged.
She pulled the door open and leaned against the frame, a look of adoration in her eyes. "Baby, we've been apart too damn long for you to stand there naked without me chasing after you" he warned. She smirked "Then what are you waiting for" she teased casting on the shower as she bit her lip. He smiled so damn hard as he chased after her.
He had had to con and convince Ariella into leaving the bare space surrounding his bed. The media had gone into a damn frenzy over not only Ariella running from the alter but running off with him. Her step-brother. He smirked into his mug before taking another sip.
"How's the prom queen Potter?" Basil mused as Harry flew onto the pitch. Harry smirked and shook his head as he looked adoringly over at the Falcons section of bleachers. Ariella was sat there in a pair of denims that made her ass far to tempting, his Falcons tshirt, a black ball cap and black sunglasses. "Heard you crashed a wedding Potter, stole the bloody bride" Karl teased flying next to him. Harry chuckled shaking his head, he had known the team was going to give him the gears. "An adventure like that and you didn't even invite us? I'm offended! Also failed to mention she was your bloody step-sister, didn't you?" Kevin laughed grinning in Ariella's direction. "I didn't steal anything, only took back what was rightfully mine" Harry said simply, the proudest smirk on his face as he looked over at her. Basil chuckled squeezing his shoulder and giving him a playful shake.
They had been absolutely swarmed with media from the moment they arrived at the pitch. He had had to keep her tucked against him as security ushered them through the growing crowd. He slowly shook his head taking another drink as he thought about it. Even as shock from the wedding wore off the teams slow rise in the league kept the media buzzing.
"How long have you been sleeping with Ariella Black?" Another excited journalist asked Harry. "That's enough questions for now" Owen Anthony, his Captain shouted shooing off the media as the team made their way into the locker rooms. "Its been two months, when are they going to let it go" Harry muttered with annoyance. If they were still asking him they were definitely asking Ariella. "Not only did you steal the Black Heiress, your dating her, publicly, get used to the attention" Kevin teased shoving him playfully. Karl nodded with a laugh "She's an elite Potter, and now, so are you" he mused with a grin. "Least their not calling her your step-sister anymore" Basil added happily making Harry chuckle.
Pride still made his chest swell knowing that Ariella Black was his girlfriend, publicly. It wasn't a secret from anyone anymore, their parents were damn ecstatic about it too.
"It'll be fine baby" Harry encouraged as they walked up to their parents front door. Ariella looked nervous as hell but she nodded and he knocked on the door. "The hell are you knocking for?" Sirius argued as he threw the door open, the pair of them both relaxed with a smile.
