A Sinful Snog

"How about a good night kiss?"

Harry blinked and looked around for the smart-mouthed portrait that had dropped that comment. Only, there weren't any portraits. There was a mirror. Had it said it?

"My, my. You are a brave one."

Turning about, the night maid was just close enough for Harry to make out the sly quirk to one corned of her lips and amused light in her eyes. Eyes that were fixed on the only other person in the room. Harry's mouth clicked shut as the realization kicked in. Of all the times for that trademark Harry James Potter sass to sneak out, it had to be now? And in the form of making a pass at an older witch, no less? That comment might have flown in the right nightclub in muggle London. But here, in the Leaky Cauldron? An inn in a magical world that was still set in the middle ages? Harry didn't know what laws The Ministry might have against homosexuality, but it was a safe bet that it was at least a cultural no-no. Mary was smiling though, so she hopefully that meant she was taking it as a joke. Better do some damage control just to be on the safe side.

"Yeah. Err, I mean no. Umm... I didn't, uhh." Of course. One smart remark out to an attractive girl and suddenly her speaking ability is out the window. At least Ron had had the sense to keep his mouth shut and walk away after asking Fleur out. Mary let out a chuckle that light and genuine. The fact she'd made the woman laugh so sincerely might have pleased Harry normally, but now all it did was feed into an embarrassed blush.

"Or you could just be foolish. Like showing up in the middle of the night, by yourself, with no wand? At lot of people would consider that a **** wish during times like these. Worse then a **** wish for a pretty little thing like yourself. " Mary strode away from the door, her hips rolling in ways that had Harry's eyes glued to them. That was until they stopped their rolling, cocked to one side, and a perfectly manicured index finger and thumb took gentle hold of Harry's chin and lifted her gaze up to meet the other woman's. The night maid still sported that quirk to her lips, but her dark eyes now held a curious tilt as they peered down into green.

And as Mary gazed down, thumb rubbing almost fondly across the skin of her chin - and so close to brushing over a lower lip - that Harry felt two things. The first was the hair on the back of her neck standing up. The second, an uncertain heated sense of vulnerability deep in her gut. It was so... Alien. Alien in the way that Harry wasn't certain having a wand in hand would make her feel any safer. Alien in the way that she wasn't sure she wanted to be safe.

"I'd started to think that you had to be from out in the sticks. Some country bumpkin that wasn't as savvy to current events as you should be. But that can't be right. Even the most out of the way hamlet is in the know enough to keep their heads down. You fresh of the boat? Don't sound like you're from the continent or from Canada. Maybe the states?" Mary asked, tilting her head to the side.

"... Yeah." Harry replied, not paying attention to anything that wasn't the woman's eyes and her affectionate touch.

"Really? Huh. Go figure. Your sound like you grew up here. Let me guess. You're from the east coast? I've read there's still a few spots there that managed to hold on to the accent."

"Yeah." Harry again replied, struggling to pull herself out of the woman's eyes and put together some kind of cover story. "Grew up in a, umm, foster home. The family all had the accent, so I, you know. Picked it up from them."

"I see." Mary's eyes took on a more kindly tilt. Gingerly, the older woman took hold of Harry's head with both hands and slowly brought their faces closer together. Softly, she spoke. "For what its worth, from one American stray to another, welcome to the other side of the pond."

The kiss was warm and moist and every wet dream but better. No! That description wasn't good enough! It was like... Like... It was like escaping the Dursleys without getting caught. It was like the warm summer night air on her face as she soared through a cloudless, star filled sky. It was like taking in the dazzling expanse of city lights from miles above.

Harry didn't realize where her hands were going until she felt them slide over Mary's waist and dip down to the top of her hips. But there they stopped, indecision rearing up within her. So badly she wanted to reach further, to grasp the night maids ass and feel its fleshy size between her fingers. Yet she couldn't bring herself to push that far, afraid of crossing some line, bringing an abrupt end to their current kiss and denying any possible future opportunities with the goth witch.

But then Mary hummed, bringing Harry back in time to feel her begin to pull away. No! It was too good to be over yet!

Potter instincts kicked in and Harry wrapped her arms around Mary in a sudden embrace, pulling the woman in tight as she stood tall on her toes, pushing her lips back into the those of her taller partner. Mary let out something between a gasp and a moan as she was kissed hard, her lips parting a sliver. Going off some subconscious intuition, Harry pounced on the chance and slipped her tongue into the other woman's mouth. It dove past teeth and crashed into another tongue, attacking without hesitation.

Desperation was something Harry was used to feeling. Important quizzes, dreaded exams, life or dead battles with Dark Lords and extremely important quidditch matches. There was just something about your body recognizing a **** situation and giving whatever extra energy it could to push you over the edge to success.

And boy, oh boy. Was Harry feeling the desperation.

Eyes screwed shut, Harry lavished attention on the older woman's tongue with reckless abandon. The message she wanted to impart was critical, but the language was foreign. It left Harry playing a frenzied game of charades with an opponent who was quickly rallying.

Tongues twisted and turned and wrestled for dominance as they tasted each other. Mary counterattacked, snaking one hand around Harry's back while another went to dig her fingers into the younger girls hair, a feeling Harry found herself liking. Taking hold of the wild black mane, Mary pulled Harry's head back and down the same time she pressed in from above, putting herself dominant over the upstart before she truly went to work.

Sucking and slurping on Harrys tongue, uncaring of the saliva the dripped down onto the clothing that covered their pressed together breasts, Mary pushed Harry back until the girls rear pressed against the kitchenette counter, where she laid her down over it. Without conscious thought, Harry's legs lifted to lock themselves around the Mary's waist.

And as easy as that, the battle was won. Mary had her prey pinned on the counter, her commanding position making it all to easy for her greater experience to playfully take her time in dominating the war of tongues. Oh, how delicious pitiful the girls wet, heavy moans were becoming. How feverishly she still fought in defeat. Oh, to just summon the leathers fro-

"Fuck!" Mary forcefully broke the kiss and snapped off the expletive as she propped herself up off her partner, someone who was supposed to be a guest. Yet still her chest heaved. Her lips felt swollen. Her nipples felt diamond hard and painfully sensitive under her bra, something that was visibly the same for her spontaneous companion, though clearly minus the bra.

The night maid swallowed as she took in the mewling hot mess she had created. Green eyes lost in a haze of lust. Pale skin flushed red. Lips equally swollen and glistening wet. Miss Seirios Black was meal Mary wanted to devour. Even now, as she reeled her hormones in and got a grip, she marveled at how taken the girl was by desire. When was the last time she'd seen anyone get their motor running that hard, that quickly? Bloody Hell, when was the last time someone else had gotten Mary going that good, that fast? A part of her was a little spooked, despite the pride the rest of her was feeling in rocking the ravenettes world.

"Sorry about that, Miss Black. I seemed to have lost myself a little there." Mary climbed off Harry and helped her back to her feet, trying very hard to ignore the sudden realization of how damp her panties had become.

"Huh? W-What?" Harry replied groggily, coming back to earth now that the driving **** behind her accent to heaven was gone.

"Yep. Seems we both let things get a bit out of hand. Why don't you take a seat on the bed." Mary helped her guest over to the bed, by which time Harry seemed to have more or less back in the drivers seat and feeling increasingly embarrassed over what had happened.

"Umm, yeah. Thanks. I'm not sure what came over me." Harry looked abashed, not meeting the night maids eyes. And indeed, something had. Never had she or he ever felt so... so... just so dam horny before! It had been so overwhelming powerful, not any experience he'd ever had as a man even came close. It felt like comparing a comfortable campfire to a raging bonfire. So blatantly incomparable that Harry didn't need Hermione level smarts to put together that it couldn't be just a normal difference between the sexes. Something about this female form he'd created couldn't be the same as a regular woman's.

Good God, she'd really been ready to let Mary take her right then and there, hadn't she? Bloody Hell, what if Mary had been a man?!

"It happens to the best of us. Don't worry about it." Mary replied, looking not only embarrassed, but perhaps even a little ashamed. "Was there anything else you'd like before I leave you be? Food or such, I mean."

"Oh, uhh. No, thanks." Harry replied, her attempted politeness thrown off some by her receding breathlessness.

"Alright then." Mary said, retreating for the door as quickly as was polite. "Reminder that the bell's there if you need anything. Have a good night, Miss Black."

And like that, she was gone.

Harry blinked as she sat there on the side of the bed, hair extra wild, skin still flushed, lips still tender, and wondered how he'd gotten there.

Giving it up as a bad job, she flopped back onto the bed.