Harry was lying back in bed with a wry smile. Thinking about the events of that evening. It was an evening he would never be able to forget.
After his visit to the twins' store, Harry had returned to the Leakey Cauldron to freshen up and eat a small meal for dinner. He had to keep his strength up but didn't want to stuff himself as Shari would want to dance the night away as it was his last night at the inn. He had grown fond of the innkeeper's daughter. She was spunky, beautiful, very intelligent, and it felt so good to hold her in his arms while they danced together.
The dancing at the Leakey Cauldron had, within the last two days, become a major draw, much to Tom's delight. The nightly client load nearly tripled within the last few days, and they were starting to draw a younger crowd. Tom had to even call in extra waitresses as Shari refused to work while the dancing was going on. As it was he had three new waitresses running around the inn serving guests that came in especially for the dancing. The new band was doing very well too. In the end, dancing at the Leakey Cauldron would eventually become a popular past time that would spread rapidly through Wizarding London.
That night the inn was packed. All the tables were full and Harry had barely been able to order something small before he was swept aside and lost in the rush of people. He had returned to the inn and changed into some fresh clothes, still similar to what he had on before, and had come down to find a quickly filling room. He had looked around to see if he could find Shari, but he only saw the new waitresses. Maybe she had decided not to show today.
As the music began to play, Harry lost himself in the sounds. They were playing a traditional English medley suitable for any good opening dance. Although most people came for the fun country songs, a few older couples were waltzing on the floor. The song was a long one so he would have to wait to join in, especially with Shari missing in action. As he stood by, watching a particularly handsome couple spinning on the floor, he felt a tap on the shoulder and turned around.
He was blown away.
"Hello there…," Shari said.
Harry just couldn't say a word. Shari, had really dolled herself up for this evening. Her long brown tresses stylized in to a bun of tight curls with some escaping and floating around her face. She wore a muggle style dress of pale white that cut high at mid thigh, lacey material along the lower hem of the dress. The swooping neck line displayed nearly everything Shari had, yet at the same time, hid them tastefully from view. Her arms and long smooth legs were pale and seemed to glow in the dim lighting of the inn, while her lips redder and softer than the petals of a rose.
"Wow," was all Harry could say, as Shari blushed prettily and took his hand, leading him to the dance floor. They drew eyes for many reasons other than their growing fame as the couple that owned the dance floor. Men drooled as they saw what Shari was wearing while women shot her envious looks when they saw Harry's hand wrap around her waist as they danced.
"I bet you're wondering about the get up," she said, leaning her head against his chest.
"Um, yeah I suppose so," he said, luxuriating in the feeling of her waist as he held her close, the material of the dress was so thin it was almost as if he could touch her bare skin.
She looked away and blushed, her usually expressive features demure, "I know this is your last night here and I wanted to make sure you remembered it fondly. I'll miss you."
They held each other as the music started to change. From the waltz it turned into a country jig. She looked up at him and smiled, "But for now, let's dance!" With that, she pulled him into the line and they started to dance.
Laughing he enjoyed himself to his fullest. They danced together and with others in the room. They again stole the dance floor from under the other couples, and had the entire hall drooling and blushing after they finished one of the dances Harry had learned from Su, who said it was not a Pureblood dance but just something that she learned down in Spain.
After three hours, breathless and sides hurting from dancing, Shari pulled him away, sneaking him silently upstairs and out of the prying eyes of the crowd and her parents. They laughed as they helped each other up the stairs and into his room, collapsing on his large bed.
She lay atop him, her cheek pressed to his chest as she ran her fingers over his arms giving him goose bumps. He could feel her pressed completely against him. Her breasts firm with the slight hardness of her nipples shouting her arousal to him. He could feel the slight interplay of her thighs as she slowly and unconsciously rubbed them together to give slight relief to herself as she lay against him.
Slowly she turned her head up and looked into his eyes, her brown orbs burning with desire. Then she spoke her voice slightly husky and a smile playing at her lips, "I know, you know," she said, making every sound roll off her tongue like honey.
Harry swallowed. He could feel his arousal pressing hard against her stomach, "You know what?"
"It's ok Harry, I know." she said, her eyes slightly narrowing and her lips drawing into a sly smile, "take the glamours off please?"
Dumbly, he nodded to her, reaching up and canceling out all the glamours and charms. His hair grew back to its normal length, turning jet black, and becoming messy. His scar reappeared, and finally his eyes lost their dull blue and regained his firy green glow.
He heard her intake of breath and looked worriedly into her eyes, only to find passion and acceptance.
"How-" he was cut off, her finger pressed to his lips.
"Shhh, Harry. Not now, we'll talk later, but right now I really need you," she said, inching herself up his body, pressing every inch of her flesh to his hard arousal, "and you need me," she finished barely an inch from his mouth.
He could feel her breath brush against his lips and his cheeks like butterfly kisses. She teased him, bringing her lips just millimeters from his then pulling away from him just as he moved forward.
"Tell me that you need me Harry, please," she pleaded with him.
Harry didn't want to promise her anything so he kept his mouth busy by trying to catch her lips with his.
"Just for tonight Harry, tell me you need me just for tonight," she spoke again, her fingers coming up to caress him softly, "Just for tonight," she trailed off, looking deep into his eyes.
Harry searched the soft brown orbs. His fingers traced lines of fire as they caressed her cheeks and smoothed back the strands of her hair, "Just for tonight," he said, a finger tracing her red lips, "for tonight, I need you Shari, I need you so badly."
Several hours later, Harry woke up to find himself resting between her breasts and her legs wrapped firmly around him. Slowly pushing himself up on his hands, he extricated himself from her embrace and moved to her side, resting his head in his hand and watching her face as she slept.
Shari stirred and woke, looking deep into his eyes as she smiled up at him, "Hi there," she said sleepily but waking slowly.
"Hi there yourself," he said.
She turned to him and snuggled deep into his chest, giving it a little kiss and a lick before settling in, her legs intertwining with his, "That was wonderful Harry. Was that your first time?"
Harry nodded his assent. She smiled into his chest, "good," she mumbled, "don't worry Harry, I won't tell a soul. This night was just between you and me."
Smiling into her hair, he asked, "How did you know Shari?"
He felt her smiling again as she kissed his chest once more and pulled back. She sat up and pushed him back flat against the bed, then moved and covered half his body with hers as she snuggled into his chest and answered, "Daddy was always fond of you Harry. He enjoyed those times where you talked with him. When you walked in and greeted him, he thought you looked familiar. Finally, when you asked for your room, Daddy knew instantly who you were. Don't worry Harry, daddy would never betray your trust, just as I will never."
Harry chuckled to himself as he stared into the ceiling and stroked Shari's hair idly, his thoughts running marathons through his head. This truly was a night he would never forget