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A little bit older, a black leather jacket
A bad reputation, insatiable habits
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About 4 years later:
"There's something so alluring about older men, isn't there?"
Oh bloody Merlin no!
It was bad enough that he was stuck scrubbing out old cauldrons in the dungeon. The detention itself was made worse by the company.
Anyone with half a brain knew that eavesdropping on a conversation between Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil was a terrible, terrible idea.
But it's not like he had a choice. This time, it truly wasn't his fault. He was stuck in here. At least for the next hour or so.
And it's not like they made any effort to lower their voices. Clearly those girls didn't understand the meaning of whisper.
Professor Mcgonagall refused to allow tardiness from anyone during her lessons, not even her beloved Quidditch captain.
So here he was.
Parvati and Lavender thought they were being discreet, though they were anything but.
"It's the experience. They know things boys our age could never dream of."
He should be offended. But considering that Harry had only ever kissed two people so far, he wasn't sure if he was capable enough to refute that statement.
"Padma's friend's older sister just started her new job last month and she's already smitten with her boss. I can't remember his name, but he's the Head of the the Department. Harry can you pass that mop?"
Harry handed over said mop and continued to pretend like he wasn't privy to their conversation.
"According to Vivian, he's a little bit older and downright sexy. A total dom."
"Sounds like she wouldn't mind working late." Lavender giggled and the sound made Harry's ears hurt.
"Understatement. It's safe to say she'd love to give the Head some mind blowing head. And that's only one of her many fantasies."
Harry gulped, heat rushing to his face and prayed that neither of them would notice. He coughed, clutching the cauldron a little too tightly.
"Viv said what she really wants is for that sinful man to tie her up and make her scream until she's absolutely ruined for every other bloke out there."
Is this what girls talked about when they thought no one was listening?
Just survive your O.W.L they'd said.
Sixth year will be amazing.
What a bunch of liars.
The hour couldn't get over fast enough.
"What exactly does Viv do? Her job sounds like any woman's dream."
"She's an Auror."
No.
NO
He'd definitely misheard. Because if not...
There was only one head for the Auror Department and Harry knew him very, very well. Hell he'd even attended the party celebrating his promotion last year. Harry had known him since he was twelve.
Please please please... this couldn't be happening.
Dear Merlin not this!
The man was basically his father!
"She said she doesn't mind calling him sir but would really like to get on her knees and call him daddy."
Fucking hell!
The cauldron slipped from his hand and clattered to the floor. The resounding clang bounced off the walls and the two girls flinched at the harsh sound.
"Harry, are you alright?"
No. He definitely wasn't. Perhaps he would never be alright, ever, ever again.
Would St. Mungo's accept sixteen year old wizards emotionally and psychologically scarred beyond repair?
Or maybe there was a way he could get mauled by a troll? He was even alright with being trampled by a hippogriff. Harry really wasn't picky at the moment.
But that wasn't even the worst part. His stupid, traitorous mind was recalling another similar conversation from years ago.
He remembered all their names too! Chloe, Gabriel, Stella, Serena, Jenna... even Kingsley for Merlin's sake!
If that discussion had been bad, Harry's... input had served as the centrepiece in that disaster.
He wanted to scream, preferably bury is head into his pillow and only resurface once the entirety of humankind had been wiped out.
Because there was no away he could face Sirius after this realisation. Had he truly been that oblivious as a child?
This was just as embarrassing as the time his godfather had given him the Talk.
How, how the bloody hell had Sirius put up with his verbal diarrhea? Honestly, it was shocking that the man hadn't tossed him out after what he'd put him through during that dinner.
"Harry! You're starting to look a bit red."
Deja vu. The worst possible case of deja vu.
That's precisely what this was.
"I'm fine," he gritted out, crouching down to pick up the cauldron and rag.
"Are you sure?"
He nodded tersely, just hoping the girls would leave him alone.
"If you say so," Lavender shrugged.
"So as I was saying, Viv wants him to tear her clothes off and bend her over hi—"
The scream Harry let out could only be described as anguished. Damn near animalistic.
"Can you two SHUT UP!"
He banged the cauldron down, chucked the cloth and grabbed his bag. "I'm out. I'll finish this detention another day." He didn't care if Mcgonagall got mad at him.
Anything, literally anything was better than this torment.
"What crawled up your arse and died?" Parvati snapped, annoyed at his outburst.
"Maybe he's just sexually frustrated."
Harry had never run away so fast in his life.
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