The Leaky Cauldron

It wasn't until Harry had achieved optimal broomstick cruising altitude - and after she'd enjoyed the bliss that was a moon lit, warm summer night ride for a time - that she began to wonder where exactly it was she was making her great escape to.

She wasn't going to fly all the way to Scotland for Hogsmeade. Grimmauld place was out for obvious reasons, as was The Burrow. Wouldn't do her any good to break out only to immediately turn herself in to members of the order. Doubly so while he was still a she, as fun as it would be to see everyone's expressions.

That... Really narrowed her options down, actually. Her magical ones, anyways. The vast muggle portions of the country were open to her now.

Unexpectedly, a part of her jumped on that idea and ran with it, flooding her mind was all the fun and excitement the could be experienced in the many nightclubs of London.

"Haven't you earned a little fun after everything you've been through?" It whispered, sounding tantalizingly like Katie Bell whenever she was teasing him in the Gryffindor Quidditch teams locker room. "No one would ever find out, so long as that potion holds. And why wouldn't it? Its been longer then an hour, after all. So who's to say you couldn't enjoy a night or two. Maybe even a week or a month. What if you could enjoy the rest of the summer? Imagine what it'd be like to just disappear for a while and live."

And imagine Harry could. He'd once overheard a member of Dudleys little gang tell a tale of how his older brother had taken him along to one of those party clubs. The loud music and exotic drinks. The women who wore so little, drank so much, and danced so close.

The multicolored lights pulsed in time with the music, the heavy bass beating in sync with his heart. The press of bodies was all around him, along with the smell of their sweat and the liquor on their breath. Though the place could be empty though for all he cared. Wild horses couldn't drag his eyes away from the woman before him.

Katie Bell, her hair undone and wild, gyrating against him in a Gryffindor red micro dress. Hours on a broom had made her fit, but the amount curve that little dress clung onto shocked him. How gentlemanly he'd been, never sneaking a peak on her in the locker room. Now there was regret at all the years he'd spent not witnessing the heft of her breasts or the grandness of her hips.

No more.

Harry griped those hips tightly and pulled her closer, grinding that glorious ass into his pelvis as they moved together in rhythm. He had zero doubt she could feel his erection and he made no effort to hide it.

Katie leaned back into him in response, wrapping her bare arms around his neck and pulling him down. She turned her face to meet his and Harry briefly witnessed her flushed, freckled features before their lips met.

The world could have ended right then and there for all he cared.

So dazzled was he, Harry didn't even think to stop Katie when she pulled away, from his lips and his embrace, and turned to face him fully.

The lights flashed, allowing him a glimpse of her hard nipples visible under her dress before she was on him again, dominating the kiss and pulling him... up into her?

Katie's tongue neither waiting for permission nor ask for forgiveness as it entered his mouth and ravished his own. Something needled him from the back of his mind, but it was so hard to focus under the older girl's intensity.

Harry was pulled into his partner and his back arched, pushing his toned tummy into his partners, as Katie ran her hands down it before kneading the fleshy ass below.

The confusion was stronger, yet it wasn't until the brunette withdrew from the french kiss - a string of saliva connecting their tongues for a moment longer - till Harry saw and knew.

Their breasts were pressed hard together and both teetering on the edge of escaping the confines of their micro dresses, Katie's own red and Harry's green. Her nipples were so hard and sensitive against the fabric, and through it against Katie's own, that it was masochistic.

Katie didn't give her a moment to process it all. The brunette was on her again, kissing along her jawline before moving on to suck and nibble at the soft skin of her neck. It was too much and Harry let out a hungry moan as she instinctively leaned her head back, giving the other woman total access.

Uncaring of anyone whom might be watching, Katie moved in, tongue and lips and teeth lavishing attention on those milky breasts just as Harry felt one of her teammates hands push between their pressed together hips, slip under the hem of her dress, and reach for the ravenettes bare se-

"Hoot!"

"Ah!" Harry was snapped hard back to reality, nearly falling off her broom and losing her trunk at the same time. It was only through a quick dip and faster hands that she managed to save both herself and cargo.

"Hedwig!" Harry slipped the cloak off her head and locked eyes with the speckled snowy owl cruising alongside her. "Bloody Hell girl! You nearly scared me off my broom!"

Her beloved owl gave a sharp bark in reply. Harry didn't have to imagine hard how that was her calling her master out for being stupid enough to daydream while flying.

"I know, I know. It just... sort of happened." Harry lamely replied, noticing the letter Hedwig carried. "Anyways, we're heading for the Leaky Cauldron. Just give me a second to find it."

Harry peered over the bright expanse of night time London.

And looked.

And looked.

"Actually, can you take the lead?"

"... Hoot."