About Harry

Chapter 23 - False promise

He knew where to find them. Or better, he was sure they would have found him.

He started to get ready for a run. He didn't care about running. He didn't care about anything. He just had this loathing and meanness to take out on somebody. It was the same all over like when Lily died, but this time he was in control, he was aware of everything was happening around him with a clarity that would've been painful if it wasn't swallowed by the anger. It wasn't the madness taking over, he was sane. Perfectly sane, only seething, frustrated, and looking for somebody to take it out over.

As soon as he got to the park they were there, almost straight away, following him like he was hoping for. The same chattering group following him everywhere. This time there were three girls, silly and young. He had never paid any attention to them in the past when he was happy and satisfied with his life, but now, they could actually be useful to him. Finally, their moment had arrived.

He slowed down and stopping eventually beckoned them to come closer. He tried to soften his expression; he didn't want to scare them.

'Hello girls, how's it going?'

'Fine' they chirped all together tittering, tossing of hair, chewing of gums, alluring smiles.

'We read about your wife; Geez, we are so sorry, right?'

Liar. You don't give a shit.

He ignored it. He wasn't there to talk about Ginny. Quite the opposite. The thought of her would have made him falter in his own purpose and he couldn't allow himself to falter. Not even for a second.

'So' he started to say nonchalantly 'Would you like to come to my place?'

The giggles grew louder.

'I'm serious' he said smirking, 'Do you wanna come?'

'Ok, all right' they said looking at each other tittering.

Harry knew exactly what he wanted from them; he knew what it was going to happen. And he wanted to make sure they knew what they were getting into. He wanted his meaning to be clear not to have any scene once at his place because he was going to go through it no matter what and he preferred everything to be consensual.

'If you say yes, I want you to know that it's not to chat that you are coming. And I won't be gentle. I'm not a prince charming or something'

It was said without smiling. He wanted them to get he wasn't joking. It was unclear whether they got the message though as they kept tittering stupidly, but it didn't matter really.

'Ok, we can go then' he said leading them back.

'Oh my, this place is lit!' one of them exclaimed once they were inside.

'Make yourself at home. I'll get a shower and I'll be back. We'll stay in the living room'

He didn't want them in the bedroom where he had slept until weeks before with Ginny. It would have spoiled everything. He couldn't have done it there.

He couldn't wait to vent out all this venom. It tired him enormously to try keep it restrained.

The shower he took was quick not to allow himself too much time for ponderation, feeling the risk of it.

He got back in the living room wearing only a towel around his hips, his hair still wet.

They were sitting on the rug chatting animatedly, but they stopped abruptly when they saw him.

Hermione was right in what had told him years before. He had power over women. The confirmation was in their eyes, in their blushing. They found him attractive.