Harry has already forgotten her name. He searched for it in his fuck struck mind as she twirled her finger in his sparse chest hair, but it was like all of his short term memory had been dumped along with that hot load of jizz on her bum.
"What ya thinking bout, love?" She purred.
He wanted to say "I'm thinking about how bloody heavy and hot you are laying on me, and how I really wish you would get the fuck off me"
Or
"I can't believe I gave you my memories and my soul in those four and a half squirts on your wide ass, and you carelessly rolled over and smeared them into the sheets"
Or
"What's your name again?"
Instead he just muttered something about it being a wonderful time, while trying to avoid eye contact. She was staring at him from his chest, her eyes as rapt as a baby watching a spinning mobile in it's crib.
"You have the most gorgeous eyes, Harry. I never noticed because of your, er, spectacles."
"Thanks." he said softly.
She didn't seem put off by his brevity, probably the opposite. She seemed to enjoy his indifference and gruffness, as if it made him sexier somehow.
Girls love an arsehole.
She curled one leg around his skinny shins and pulled him closer to her, pressing her hot body onto his. She felt like a damn oven laying on top of him, Harry just wanted to throw her off and get out of this tiny bedroom and run into the cool outside air.
She dozed a bit while he pondered which spell he could hit her with so she would shut up and let him escape somehow.
The arm that was currently trapped under her big head could almooost reach his wand on the nightstand.
Maybe he could stupify her. Or levitate her to the ceiling. It would piss her off, but Harry didn't much care.
After all, he had gotten what he had came for. The beast was satiated now, and he could think clearly and coldly.
Below, in the bottom floor of her house, he heard the unmistakable thump of a door shutting.
"Er, who's that coming in?" he asked, nudging her awake with one shoulder.
"Prolly my Da'." she said sleepily.
"Your..."
"Yeah, he gets off at five from the Ministry. He's an Auror."
Harry froze, gritting his teeth.
"It's your DA'. He's a bloody AUROR."
Her eyes popped open like hot kernels, her face darkening with recognition.
"Oh fuck" they said in unison.
She jumped out of the covers and started scrambling for her clothes.
Harry woozily did the same, still in a post-fuck fugue.
"Harry, forget your knickers, you have to get the hell out of here!"
He frowned. "Let me get me pants on at least."
"No, you have to go now. Apparate or something."
"What's the big deal?"
"He thinks I'm a virgin still!" she said.
Harry fell over laughing, one leg in his trousers.
"Shut up you GIT!" she hissed.
"Penelope, you okay up there?" a deep voice boomed from below.
Penelope, yeah. That was her name.
Why did he think it was Cantaloupe?
"Yeah Da' just getting dressed!" she called back down while helping Harry fight his trousers on.
"Look," he said. "I can dress me self, how about you throw something on before he comes up. You're standing there naked with spunk still dripping off your.."
"PENELOPE?" a voice whispered hoarsely from the doorway. Harry turned his head so slow he felt his muscles creaking, until he saw the huge man standing on the other side. All that was visible of his face was a long black beard resting on his barrel chest. His lips were trembling.
"My little girl...?"
Oh fuck me, I'm a dead man, Harry thought.
Penelope ran to her father wrapped in a sheet, and fainted dramatically into his big arms. "Da' I'm so glad you're here! This boy broke into the house and hexed me! Then had his way with me!!"
"THAT'S A BLOODY LIE!" Harry screamed. The dad stepped into the room, his head brushing the spackle on her ceiling.
"My little flower..." he said softly, watery eyes fixed on Harry like twin buzzards.
"I didn't..." Harry started to say, but he knew it was useless. The big fuck meant to throttle him to death with his hands, his wand stuck in his waistband forgotten and unwanted. Harry's own wand was...was....
The big man stomped toward him, covering half the room in two steps. Penelope screamed dramatically, one hand to her forehead.
Harry dove away from one big paw as it swung to snatch him; he rolled and grabbed his clothes from the floor.
Where was it? Where the fuck was his bloody WAND?!"
There it was, on the bed, laying in a pool of...
Harry rolled across it, snatching his sticky weapon just before both the man's fist slammed behind him. He regrouped by the window, one hand holding his pants up and the other pointing the wand at his attacker.
"I'll stun you, ya big fuck! Don't make me!!" The man kept coming, staring at Harry mildly like he was pointing a bread roll at him.
"I MEAN IT!"
"DONT YOU HURT MY DA!!"
He lunged at Harry like an agile buffalo, hands as big as pizzas coming for his pale neck.
Harry snapped his wand in a vicious stroke, wordlessly articulating the first spell, any spell that came to mind.
Blue sparks exploded between them, knocking the man back like a billiard ball and shooting Harry himself backwards out the window.
He bounced hard onto a wooden canopy, then below to another, then finally to the rocky dirt of their driveway on his arse and lower back. His eyes and hand stung numbly, his legs were shaking from pain.
He groaned and spit blood into the dirt.
Crawl away. Crawl, before..before...
"YOU TURNED MY DA' INTO A FUCKING TERRIER YOU BASTARD!"
