FIC--Wallowing in Self-Pity, part three
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ficsbydeenasTitle: Wallowing in Self-Pity
Chapter: Three
Chapter Rating: R for language and sexual situations
Pairing: HP/OFC
Summary: Too many things have gone wrong. Too many people have suffered, even though the battle is won. A self-imposed exile is all he thinks he deserves.
PART THREE
Brap…brap…brap…brap…
Harry's arm flung to the side and slammed his hand onto his alarm clock, groaning as his head began to pound with the headache he'd given himself from a late night at the corner pub.
This morning was August twelfth and last night, he'd drunk himself under the table to help him forget that it was Ginny's birthday. Unfortunately for him, he had work this morning.
"Bugger you, Ginny!" he shouted into his bedroom, listening to it echo against the bare walls.
Even though he'd taken enough money from his Gringotts' vault to live on for a while, he did get a job at a local florist shop, mostly to get out of the house. He was one of the delivery drivers and it was actually a very nice job. People were always glad to see him. He also enjoyed the virtual anonymity the job provided. It was perfect.
So with another groan and a stretch of his arms above his head, he got up out of bed and headed to the bathroom for a shower.
The day was quite ordinary until his tenth delivery of the day. Instead of the usual happy greeting when the door was opened, Harry was greeted with a teary-eyed girl who really looked like she needed someone to talk to.
"Er, I've got some flowers here for you," he said to her. She didn’t take them from him, which was rather odd. He always thought women liked flowers.
"I don't want them. Take them back." She sniffed and blew her nose. "He sent them to soften the blow."
"Sorry, miss, but, uh, I can't take them back."
"Give 'em to your girlfriend. I don't care."
"I don't have one," he blurted out. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth, either. He'd had a few dates, but nothing past the third date, when they had all expected him to have sex with them. He even had a date that evening after work, but he knew it would be nothing serious.
He took a moment to look at the girl. She was rather pretty, with dark brown, sort of reddish hair that was cut short. Her eyes were bright blue and almost as tall as he was with large breasts that really got his attention.
"You're kidding…you're gorgeous." Her eyes gave him a good once over as well.
Harry blushed at her remark and they continued to chat, all the while, he stood there, just outside her threshold, holding a big bouquet of tulips. Finally, after three people stared at them, she had invited him in. They discovered that they'd had a lot in common and would have kept chatting all night if not for the ringing of his mobile phone. It was the florist shop, wondering where he was.
"So, uh, I guess I should go and finish my deliveries…" Harry made to turn around and felt her soft hand on his upper arm.
"Wait, Harry. Let me give you my phone number, okay?" Claire turned around and grabbed a piece of paper. She held it out to him when she got back to the door. "You will call me, right?"
"Yeah!" he answered quickly and then smiled crookedly before backing slowly out the door, watching her until the door closed in front of him. He hadn't felt so giddy over a girl since…He shook that thought out of his head, determined not to think about her.
Harry hastily finished the deliveries and returned the van to the shop. Once his shift was over, he bolted out the door and ran the fifteen blocks home, not noticing the large number of people who gave him shocked looks and assorted swear words.
Once inside the flat, he immediately went to the phone and called Claire. They ended up talking for over two hours and Harry completely forgot about his date with Miss Whatsername.
Over the next few days, he and Claire had met up nearly everyday and was the first time since he dated Ginny that he was exclusive. Claire would ring him up after she finished work at a restaurant close to her flat and they'd make plans. Harry hadn't felt that happy in a long time.
One windy Saturday afternoon in October, Harry stood outside Claire's door with a bag of Chinese takeout and a bottle of wine waiting for her to answer the door. The door swung open and she greeted him with a wide, toothy smile.
"Hey there, handsome," she purred and kissed his cheek and took the bag of food from him, allowing him into her flat. He watched as she turned around and his eyes immediately fell to her round backside, which he recently discovered was very firm and squeezable. At that thought, he felt a familiar stirring in his jeans.
In the previous weeks with Claire, their snogging had taken on a new level of passion and urgency. Compared to the chaste fumblings with Ginny, these explorations with her were down right lecherous. He'd become very familiar with her breasts and enjoyed the taste of them rather frequently. He had a feeling that soon he and Claire would become more than just casual, and it excited him.
"Harry, can I ask you something?" Claire asked after they'd finished their dinner. They were sitting curled up in the corner of her sectional sofa watching a movie.
"Sure," he answered and kissed the top of her head. "You can ask me anything." He looked down at her and lifted her chin and placed a soft, slow kiss upon her lips. She pulled away and looked at him with heavily lidded eyes.
"You never talk about your family."
It wasn't the first time she brought that subject up with him. He'd only told her that he was an only child and that he'd grown up living with his aunt and uncle. He gave her few details and never mentioned anything about his previous life.
"I told you, there's nothing to tell," he answered and shifted so that she was no longer laying across his chest.
"Harry, you know you can trust me."
"I don't want to talk about anything right now." Harry leaned forward and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She gave little resistance and climbed onto his lap.
Claire began grinding her hips against his groin and shoved her hands inside his t-shirt. Harry shivered as her fingernails grazed across his skin, sending delicious sensations all over his body. Without pulling his mouth away from hers, he pushed her backward onto the sofa and laid his body over hers. So many times they've got into this position and never went much further. He was determined that tonight they would see it through to the end.
Tearing his mouth from hers, he yanked his shirt over his head and ripped her blouse open, sending buttons everywhere. Once her chest was opened up to him, he fastened his mouth onto the swell of her breast and sucked at the skin, knowing he'd leave a mark. Claire arched into him, adding fuel to the fire that was building inside him.
"Harry…"
He responded by sliding his hand into the waistband of her trousers, tugging them down awkwardly before she thrust his hands away from her and undid the button and zipper herself, shimmying them down her hips until all she wore was a lacy pink bra and matching panties.
"Fuck, Claire, you're beautiful."
Claire let out a girly giggle and slowly undressed him, flinging his clothing to the other side of the room before pushing him onto his back and crawling between his legs. She lifted herself onto her knees and removed her bra, placing his hands on her breasts, urging him to squeeze them hard, moaning in delight every time he pinched her nipples.
"Harry, have you…ever…"
He closed his eyes and shook his head, unwilling to look at her and see her disappointment that he knew was there. With his eyes still closed, he felt wet warmth surrounding him, making him moan at the thought of what she was doing.
His heavy eyelids drifted open and saw her bobbing up and down on him. Watching her was enough to make him explode inside her mouth. She swallowed it all and then let loose with a slurpy pop before looking up at him with a satisfied grin.
"I thought…that might help a bit?"
She slid her naked body along his and he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her and touching her everywhere. It didn't take long for him to become aroused again.
With gentle words and fluid movements, she showed him how to touch her, tease her and bring her to her own climax. He watched with fascination as her body fairly glowed in the aftermath and it was then, when Claire sat up and pushed her sweaty hair back from her face, that something familiar struck him.
His mind went back to the summer before his sixth year when he, Ron, Hermione and Ginny had played two-a-side Quidditch. It had been a particularly rough game and Harry flung himself onto the ground to catch his breath. Without warning, Ginny had stepped into his line of vision and smiled at him, her hair plastered to the sides of her head.
"You alright there, Harry?" she had asked and pushed her fiery hair back from her face. Even sweaty, Ginny looked beautiful.
He blinked his eyes deliberately, trying to push that memory aside. It would do him no good to be thinking of Ginny when he and Claire made love. He owed her that much and he fully intended to give himself completely to her.
Without a word to prepare him, Claire moved herself over him and engulfed him inside her. He'd never felt so wonderful in all his life and the things she was doing with body…could only be described as fucking glorious.
Chapter: Three
Chapter Rating: R for language and sexual situations
Pairing: HP/OFC
Summary: Too many things have gone wrong. Too many people have suffered, even though the battle is won. A self-imposed exile is all he thinks he deserves.
Brap…brap…brap…brap…
Harry's arm flung to the side and slammed his hand onto his alarm clock, groaning as his head began to pound with the headache he'd given himself from a late night at the corner pub.
This morning was August twelfth and last night, he'd drunk himself under the table to help him forget that it was Ginny's birthday. Unfortunately for him, he had work this morning.
"Bugger you, Ginny!" he shouted into his bedroom, listening to it echo against the bare walls.
Even though he'd taken enough money from his Gringotts' vault to live on for a while, he did get a job at a local florist shop, mostly to get out of the house. He was one of the delivery drivers and it was actually a very nice job. People were always glad to see him. He also enjoyed the virtual anonymity the job provided. It was perfect.
So with another groan and a stretch of his arms above his head, he got up out of bed and headed to the bathroom for a shower.
The day was quite ordinary until his tenth delivery of the day. Instead of the usual happy greeting when the door was opened, Harry was greeted with a teary-eyed girl who really looked like she needed someone to talk to.
"Er, I've got some flowers here for you," he said to her. She didn’t take them from him, which was rather odd. He always thought women liked flowers.
"I don't want them. Take them back." She sniffed and blew her nose. "He sent them to soften the blow."
"Sorry, miss, but, uh, I can't take them back."
"Give 'em to your girlfriend. I don't care."
"I don't have one," he blurted out. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth, either. He'd had a few dates, but nothing past the third date, when they had all expected him to have sex with them. He even had a date that evening after work, but he knew it would be nothing serious.
He took a moment to look at the girl. She was rather pretty, with dark brown, sort of reddish hair that was cut short. Her eyes were bright blue and almost as tall as he was with large breasts that really got his attention.
"You're kidding…you're gorgeous." Her eyes gave him a good once over as well.
Harry blushed at her remark and they continued to chat, all the while, he stood there, just outside her threshold, holding a big bouquet of tulips. Finally, after three people stared at them, she had invited him in. They discovered that they'd had a lot in common and would have kept chatting all night if not for the ringing of his mobile phone. It was the florist shop, wondering where he was.
"So, uh, I guess I should go and finish my deliveries…" Harry made to turn around and felt her soft hand on his upper arm.
"Wait, Harry. Let me give you my phone number, okay?" Claire turned around and grabbed a piece of paper. She held it out to him when she got back to the door. "You will call me, right?"
"Yeah!" he answered quickly and then smiled crookedly before backing slowly out the door, watching her until the door closed in front of him. He hadn't felt so giddy over a girl since…He shook that thought out of his head, determined not to think about her.
Harry hastily finished the deliveries and returned the van to the shop. Once his shift was over, he bolted out the door and ran the fifteen blocks home, not noticing the large number of people who gave him shocked looks and assorted swear words.
Once inside the flat, he immediately went to the phone and called Claire. They ended up talking for over two hours and Harry completely forgot about his date with Miss Whatsername.
Over the next few days, he and Claire had met up nearly everyday and was the first time since he dated Ginny that he was exclusive. Claire would ring him up after she finished work at a restaurant close to her flat and they'd make plans. Harry hadn't felt that happy in a long time.
One windy Saturday afternoon in October, Harry stood outside Claire's door with a bag of Chinese takeout and a bottle of wine waiting for her to answer the door. The door swung open and she greeted him with a wide, toothy smile.
"Hey there, handsome," she purred and kissed his cheek and took the bag of food from him, allowing him into her flat. He watched as she turned around and his eyes immediately fell to her round backside, which he recently discovered was very firm and squeezable. At that thought, he felt a familiar stirring in his jeans.
In the previous weeks with Claire, their snogging had taken on a new level of passion and urgency. Compared to the chaste fumblings with Ginny, these explorations with her were down right lecherous. He'd become very familiar with her breasts and enjoyed the taste of them rather frequently. He had a feeling that soon he and Claire would become more than just casual, and it excited him.
"Harry, can I ask you something?" Claire asked after they'd finished their dinner. They were sitting curled up in the corner of her sectional sofa watching a movie.
"Sure," he answered and kissed the top of her head. "You can ask me anything." He looked down at her and lifted her chin and placed a soft, slow kiss upon her lips. She pulled away and looked at him with heavily lidded eyes.
"You never talk about your family."
It wasn't the first time she brought that subject up with him. He'd only told her that he was an only child and that he'd grown up living with his aunt and uncle. He gave her few details and never mentioned anything about his previous life.
"I told you, there's nothing to tell," he answered and shifted so that she was no longer laying across his chest.
"Harry, you know you can trust me."
"I don't want to talk about anything right now." Harry leaned forward and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She gave little resistance and climbed onto his lap.
Claire began grinding her hips against his groin and shoved her hands inside his t-shirt. Harry shivered as her fingernails grazed across his skin, sending delicious sensations all over his body. Without pulling his mouth away from hers, he pushed her backward onto the sofa and laid his body over hers. So many times they've got into this position and never went much further. He was determined that tonight they would see it through to the end.
Tearing his mouth from hers, he yanked his shirt over his head and ripped her blouse open, sending buttons everywhere. Once her chest was opened up to him, he fastened his mouth onto the swell of her breast and sucked at the skin, knowing he'd leave a mark. Claire arched into him, adding fuel to the fire that was building inside him.
"Harry…"
He responded by sliding his hand into the waistband of her trousers, tugging them down awkwardly before she thrust his hands away from her and undid the button and zipper herself, shimmying them down her hips until all she wore was a lacy pink bra and matching panties.
"Fuck, Claire, you're beautiful."
Claire let out a girly giggle and slowly undressed him, flinging his clothing to the other side of the room before pushing him onto his back and crawling between his legs. She lifted herself onto her knees and removed her bra, placing his hands on her breasts, urging him to squeeze them hard, moaning in delight every time he pinched her nipples.
"Harry, have you…ever…"
He closed his eyes and shook his head, unwilling to look at her and see her disappointment that he knew was there. With his eyes still closed, he felt wet warmth surrounding him, making him moan at the thought of what she was doing.
His heavy eyelids drifted open and saw her bobbing up and down on him. Watching her was enough to make him explode inside her mouth. She swallowed it all and then let loose with a slurpy pop before looking up at him with a satisfied grin.
"I thought…that might help a bit?"
She slid her naked body along his and he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her and touching her everywhere. It didn't take long for him to become aroused again.
With gentle words and fluid movements, she showed him how to touch her, tease her and bring her to her own climax. He watched with fascination as her body fairly glowed in the aftermath and it was then, when Claire sat up and pushed her sweaty hair back from her face, that something familiar struck him.
His mind went back to the summer before his sixth year when he, Ron, Hermione and Ginny had played two-a-side Quidditch. It had been a particularly rough game and Harry flung himself onto the ground to catch his breath. Without warning, Ginny had stepped into his line of vision and smiled at him, her hair plastered to the sides of her head.
"You alright there, Harry?" she had asked and pushed her fiery hair back from her face. Even sweaty, Ginny looked beautiful.
He blinked his eyes deliberately, trying to push that memory aside. It would do him no good to be thinking of Ginny when he and Claire made love. He owed her that much and he fully intended to give himself completely to her.
Without a word to prepare him, Claire moved herself over him and engulfed him inside her. He'd never felt so wonderful in all his life and the things she was doing with body…could only be described as fucking glorious.
