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Whispers in the Woods; Chapter 03: The Girl Next Door
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Author Out!
“I am Talking.”
‘I am Thinking’
Spells
Warning: Chapter contains lime.
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Whispers in the Woods
-Dev Sagittarius Black
~~Chapter Three~~
~The Girl Next Door~
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“Twenty-six.”
“Twenty-seven.”
“Twenty-eight.”
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“Forty-eight.”
“Forty-nine.”
“FIFTY!”
Harry pushed himself off the grassy ground and inhaled the crisp morning breeze that seemed to energize his body. Beads of sweat formed on his face and body slowly trickling down as he looked around the playground he’d been visiting twice a day for the last month.
It was the one he’d been visiting since his childhood whenever he was allowed — or more like kicked out. Dudley and his band of misfits had their headquarters here; they had broken almost all of the swings bar one, and that too was only left because the old iron wouldn’t break under Dudley’s cumbersome frame.
Early in the morning, he had seen people from both his neighbourhood and farther down the street come to the park to refresh their minds or get a fresh start to their day. He’d even identified a few of them who would either wave to him or smile in greeting.
They were newcomers.
He responded in kind, and it would carry on until the newcomers would make a few local friends, and then they would learn about the ‘boy who was a psychopath troubled child,' and ‘Sent to St. Brutus.’
After that, things would change.
There would be no more greetings, and even the ones he sent would be ignored. It used to bother him at first, but then he learned the real cause behind the narrow-mindedness of his former new friends, and that helped him understand how petty they had been. It surprised him how fickle the human mindset was.
Humans, no matter the place, time, and era were always a fickle lot. Quick to listen and even quicker to change. They had always been shepherded by the way of the words, and no matter who it was that said it, they would always follow the more charismatic speaker who would bewitch them with flowery words and promises of gifts that were bestowed by gods.
“Thinking something again, Harry?”
A sweet voice with a slightly high pitch, and a tint of laughter at the end interrupted his line of thought. There was only one person that he knew of who had such a beautiful voice that would charm the listeners into doing her bidding.
“Hello there, Mandy.” Harry smiled at the blonde girl who stood just a few steps from him. “Didn’t know you were coming to the ground today. You’ve been absent for the last few days.”
“Work calls,” Amanda shrugged. “My gran was a bit ill, so I’d been told to look after her. Don’t worry she’s good now.” She reassured him when she witnessed the worry that crossed his face.
“Well, that’s nice to hear.” Harry sighed. “If you don't mind me asking, how old is she? Your gran, I mean. Because I haven’t seen anyone else who lived with you at number eight.”
Yes, Amanda Jane Hudson, or Mandy for short, was the newest resident of Privet Drive. A good girl who had been living overseas before who had recently returned home to look after her old grandmother. She lived in the house in front of Harry’s own which had been abandoned ever since the small family that lived there had left a decade ago.
Mandy said that she was their daughter whom they had sent overseas after moving from their home at number eight to their paternal home which was somewhere in the countryside where they had departed from the living world and were laid to rest with their ancestors in their family graveyard.
“She's actually in her eighties, she doesn’t remember her real date of birth, and it’s not recorded so we just know that she’s somewhere past eighty years old.” Mandy shrugged. “But don’t tell her that if you ever meet her. She says she’s closer to seventy-five but that’s a lie.”
“If I ever meet her? Are you inviting me to your home, Ms. Kerby?” Harry smiled as he moved towards the blue-eyed woman with long blonde hair. “I must say, I am surprised it took you so long, I used to think that I was almost irresistible.”
The blonde girl tried to keep a straight face but she laughed when Harry called himself irresistible.
The two chuckled as they went to the jogging track that was built around the playground. There were a few who used the track early in the morning or late in the evening when they wanted to jog or take a brisk walk around the playground. They passed by the artist who came there every morning to draw something and failed. Then the old couple from number one, who ignored the two completely.
Sometimes Harry felt bad that Mandy wasn’t being liked by others because she had stubbornly been in touch with him despite everyone else telling her that he was a troubled boy who was sent to a school meant for criminals. Still, despite all of that, the blonde girl never left his side and always greeted him with a cheery smile with a faint tint of rosy flush on her fair cheeks.
It was because of her constant contact with him that she had been shunned by the neighbourhood. Because, to them, he was nothing more than a criminal who was waiting for them to get comfortable around him so that he could kill them for his twisted pleasure.
It was something that made him laugh every time he thought about it.
“So what were you thinking about when I saw you?” Mandy asked him. “You had that lost look on your face.”
Harry simply chuckled, “I am surprised you didn’t try to jumpscare me, I would’ve expected you of all people to do that first.” He heard a bell-like laugh from beside him and smiled to himself. For some reason, it was the best sound that he was used to hearing every day and he still couldn’t dare to tell her that.
“Am I that easy to read, Harry?” She smiled, her blue eyes glimmering with mirth. “I must say that the thought did cross my mind, but then I changed my mind because you looked too peaceful to jumpscare. That’s why I am curious as to what you were thinking about.”
“Nothing special. I was just thinking about how every newcomer changes once they are told about the school I go to.” He sighed. “And then they start ignoring me no matter how many times I try to talk to them.”
“Don’t mind them, Harry.” Mandy replied, “I’m sure that if they knew how awesome you are then they’d stop acting so idiotically. Well, I, for one, am glad that they don’t talk much.”
Harry blinked at that, “You are?”
“Yeah. This way, only I know the real you, and since I know how awesome you are… you can’t run away from me.” She giggled and sped up.
‘The real me…huh? You don’t know the real me, Mandy.’ Harry thought as he followed her. ‘Unfortunately, I can’t tell you about it either.’
~o}{o~
Albus Dumbledore sighed when he entered the dimly-lit room which was supposed to be a meeting hall of sorts with twenty high-backed chairs and a long, sleek, dark wooden table with the Black family insignia engraved in the centre. He placed the pensieve that he had brought with him from his office and took a look at the room they were in.
Rotten floorboards squeaked under their feet, the wallpapers were peeling off the putrid walls. Dead, and probably decayed creatures of the dark nested in the cracks of the ceiling above their heads. And most of all were the former blacks who were sleeping inside their lovely rotten portraits.
Beams of light seemed to filter through the long wooden panes of the painted glass window which had been held by the wrought iron frame and looked to be last cleaned about a century ago.
“Lovely place, innit professor?”
Dumbledore looked at the large crystal chandelier hanging above them which felt like it might fall the moment someone sneezed.
He sighed.
“This is as good as we can get for now, Sirius.” Dumbledore turned to look at the official convict who stood in the doorway. “I am quite grateful that you decided to lend this house to the Order. I am sure that we can make the most of it.”
“Well, I’d wish luck to you, professor, because the ‘most’ — as you put it — has already been sucked by the neglect this house underwent since I was convicted, and my grandfather, Baron Arcturus Black the Third, died in this very house all those years ago.” Sirius grimaced as he walked inside the room.
“I am sorry for your loss, Sirius.”
“Don’t be.” Sirius waved him off. “What’s done is done. There were times when I was in that hell hole of a prison when I gave into the whims of imagination and thought about a day which—if possible—would include a time-travel on such a large scale that I’d not only save my friends but also ensure that Wormtail dies at my hand.”
“You know that’s not possible anymore.” Dumbledore sighed.
“Well, yeah..of course it isn’t.” The convict shrugged. “But it was pleasing to have some hope in those bleak and dark cells which seemed to suck all of it. I, for one, am glad that I somehow escaped it.”
“We all are.” The Headmaster smiled. “Now, we need to work so that this room looks fine after enough to host the first meeting.” Dumbledore said and waved his wand in a wide arc.
They watched as the floorboards squeaked back into place, and the grime vanished into thin air. The wallpapers wrapped their respective walls once more, and a loud cluttering came from the ceiling as it strengthened once more.
‘Magic is indeed a beautiful thing,’ Dumbledore thought as the two men saw the entire room change rapidly. He knew that they would need some permanent solution soon but it was good enough for the meeting that they were about to hold in a few minutes.
“Anything else that you need, Albus?” Sirius asked him.
Dumbledore smiled before his eyes fell on the sleeping portraits of former Blacks. “Ah! Yes, if possible, kindly get rid of these portraits. Our words should only reach the ears that they are meant for, and we cannot be more vigilant than we are.”
Sirius nodded and got to work as he slowly levitated the sleeping portraits out of the room. He knew that there were many places that could be used to store them, but for now, he didn’t want to carry every single one of his infernal relatives to the topmost floors, or even to the dungeons where he so wanted to keep them for the rest of eternity.
Once the room was ready enough to hold the first actual meeting of the reassembled Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore stopped his wand movements and instead took his seat at the head of the table. He needed to break the news of Voldemort’s rebirth, as well as the fact that the Dark Lord was actively recruiting once more.
It was something that they, and their colleagues, should be aware of in case they received sudden invites to parties, and flamboyant balls with shady people who might want to have a change in society, so to say. They had all experienced these before, and they were back in it once more.
The only problem was, no one wanted Voldemort to be back. This meant that sometimes, people would not accept the truth if it helped them to live another moment in peace. Since neither Harry nor Viktor Krum, for that matter, had announced the Dark Lord’s return… It’d be a bit more messy than Dumbledore would have liked it to be.
Slowly but surely the doors opened once more, and people started to walk inside the house. Some had smiles on their faces, some looked at the house and grimaced, and then there were a few who had a faint — yet certainly — grim look on their face. The last were the ones who knew what was about to occur.
The ones who had been told — and shown — that the Dark Lord was indeed back.
People nodded at him, smiled at him and gave their respectful bows. He returned each with a small tense smile of his own. These were the people who had stood with him during the first uprising, the same bunch that had pledged their lives to save the millions who lived in Britain during the last war.
And this was the same group that was old now. They had families… they’d gone lax thanks to the copious amount of comforts that their lives had provided them with. The comfort that they were reluctant to relinquish.
If not for the fact that he had assured them that House Black fell under his jurisdiction, many wouldn’t even have stepped inside the House where the ‘betrayer’ of the Potter family — Sirius Orion Black, was born and raised.
This raised the topic of how he would introduce Sirius Black in a room full of fallacious individuals who wouldn’t want anything to do with said Black. Dare he admit, there was even a chance — no matter how small it seemed — that someone among this trusted lot would go on to leak the information to the Ministry.
Albus knew that in the state in which Cornelius was now, he would like nothing more than to arrest — most likely kill — Sirius just to show that the ministry was doing ‘something’.
“All good, Albus? You look a little tense for a reunion meeting, old friend.” Mr. Edmund Foyer, a half-blood wizard in his late seventies laughed at him. “I must say though, I’d have never thought to see the old contact medallion you gave us during the war shine anytime soon.”
Dumbledore smiled at the old man, “Ah, I must apologize for the rather unannounced interruption, Mr. Foyer, I am sure that you would rather be at the Wizengamot right now, exactly by the fountain — if I am not wrong — and discuss the undoubtedly poor choices made by Cornelius and his government.”
“Your habit of still keeping tabs astounds me, Albus. Pleasantly, of course.” Foyer smiled. “I never thought that you might be interested in knowing what I do other than being present in the Wizengamot sessions to listen to the tedious discussions of the young and old.”
“Bah! Politics!” A new voice joined them, “One of the worst things to exist on this planet. Do nothing, and the country goes to shite! Do everything and it still follows the same path.”
“Do you have any interest in politics, Mr. Tardly?” Foyer asked the man with a strained smile.
"I don’t.” Gerald Tardly shrugged. “I find it delightfully boring. And my work leaves much less free time for me, thankfully might I add.”
“That's only because you have no interest in changing a world that already suits you so well, Mr. Tardly.” He smiled. “A world that we, the politicians, are busy crafting for you to suit your needs.”
Before Gerald could have replied, Dumbledore rose from his seat and clapped his hands thrice to get the attention of the room. The chatter slowly died down as everyone focused on the Headmaster who stood at the head of the table, his blue eyes alight with sadness and a painfully hollow expression on his face.
“First of all, I would like to thank each and every one of you who took the crucial time from your busy schedules and listened to my call. I wish I could say that we have all reunited on a joyous occasion to celebrate the downfall of Lord Voldemort but that is not the case.” He sighed as he brought out the pensieve.
“Now I suppose all of us are familiar with the artefact in front of us and how to use it, am I correct?” He asked them and everyone nodded in agreement. Albus pulled out a vial with silver thread in it and poured it into the pensieve. They watched as the memories swirled in the pensieve before the pensieve glowed once.
“Although I must warn you… what we are going to see isn’t meant for everyone’s eyes.” Dumbledore looked at everyone who sat around the table. “No one outside this room should know about this, it’d be best if this was kept a secret till the time is right. And for that, I expect utmost cooperation from you.”
“You have it, Albus,” Tardly replied with all the seriousness that he could muster.
“Very well, then.” Dumbledore nodded and raised his hand which was grabbed by McGonagall who sat by his side. “Everyone, close your eyes and hold the hand of the person next to you. Once we are ready, I will activate the pensieve and we shall watch the memory that has been given to us.”
And with that, Dumbledore along with the members of the Order of the Phoenix dove into the magical artefact to watch the memory of one Harry Potter the night he fought a resurrected Lord Voldemort in the graveyard.
~o}{o~
“You know, I’m starting to believe that you don’t want to live with us anymore, Potter.” Dudley Dursley, a portly boy who Harry had been forced to call his cousin, smirked at the boy.
“Oh really?” Harry asked. “What gave you that impression?”
“Well, these days you never stay more than an hour during the daytime, and only return when it’s time for dinner.” His cousin frowned. “I know you don’t have a girlfriend 'cause who would even date a bloody loser like you.”
“Obviously.”
Dudley ignored him and continued speaking. “Which makes me think that you might be up to something nefarious… something that you don’t want to tell us but it will affect us. Now, what is it that you are working on, Potter?”
Harry sighed, he didn’t know why his dearest cousin had cornered him like this in his room, but then did anything related to Dudley ever make sense? Of course not. It was why Harry wasn’t bothered by the fatuous boy.
“Didn't Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia tell you to leave me alone, Big D? Weren’t you asked to just mind your own business that kept you relatively busy during our summer holidays? Like bullying the younger kids or maybe things that you are known for around the corner?”
They had, and Harry knew about it because the moment they had returned from Kings Cross station his uncle Vernon had made it very clear that he didn’t like being threatened by anyone, much less those who weren’t even properly human. And he most certainly didn’t like being told how to run his own damn house.
But Moody’s threat had somehow worked because the Dursleys and Harry had maintained an unspoken rule of ‘Live and let live’. This meant that they would simply ignore Harry and keep on doing what they did, and Harry would love to return the gesture.
Therefore, since the start of his holidays, the young wizard was free to use the kitchen, bathroom and other utilities to cook and wash for himself. And the Dursleys lived as if they ignored him even if he was in the same room as them.
Until now.
“Mom and Dad will return tomorrow. They’re meeting a big supplier of sorts that would help Dad get a big promotion.” Dudley shrugged. “Thanks to your last debacle when we received the Masons, Dad has decided that any special guest would rather be received externally than within our house when you’re here with us.”
“Looks like Uncle Vernon is indeed learning from his mistakes.” Harry smiled and turned to gather the books that he had been studying last night. “Maybe that’s why you’re his only child as well.”
“What?” Dudley frowned. “What do you mean, Potter?”
“Absolutely nothing, take it as a compliment.” Harry flashed him a tight smile and turned to leave only to be stopped by Dudley.
“You still haven’t answered my question, Potter,” he growled and cracked his knuckles to look even more threatening. “Don’t you remember what used to happen when you said no to me before?”
“Really Dudley?” Harry sighed. “And what will you tell your father when he returns?”
“As if Dad would say anything if you were the one who got beaten up.” The boy smirked. “Maybe I should just go ahead and beat you first, it’s not like I have anything else to do right now.”
“What about bullying the other kids? Or maybe meeting up with your cronies?”
“Watch your mouth, Potter. You're not exactly in a safe situation right now.”
But that was wrong. Harry was indeed in a safe situation no matter what Dudley Dursley said. The boy’s arrogance and guts came from the fact that he had been able to overpower his cousin when they were young, a time when Harry Potter was far shorter and weighed much less than a boy his age should.
But the new Harry Potter, the one who had returned from Hogwarts, had been going through Quidditch drills for the last four years, and he ate a healthy diet for ten months a year, as well as the last one-and-a-half month where he had been left to his own devices. The boy was more than capable of getting away from a fat lard like his cousin Dudley.
The youngest of the Dursleys didn’t even know what hit him when all of a sudden the cousin who he used to bully dodged his punch and gave an elbow jab to his chin before punching him on the nose.
Dudley stumbled back a bit in shock because his mind couldn't comprehend what had just happened.
Unfortunately, he didn’t get much time before Harry used the momentary lapse to push him to the side and rushed out of the room, and towards the doors. He heard his name being screamed by an angry Dudley and the boy stomping on the stairs as he rushed to catch Harry.
Still, Harry was much faster than his cousin which proved good because by the time Dudley rushed down the stairs, Harry was already outside Number Four. As per the unspoken rule, no one outside their house must know how they treated Harry, and instead, they were meant to appear as a perfectly normal happy family.
“You’ll have to return anyways, and trust me you won’t like it when you do.” Dudley nursed his nose which had been wounded thanks to Harry’s punch, and slammed the door in Harry’s face.
Harry sighed in relief when the door was closed. He knew that there was no way Dudley would ever be seen brawling right in front of their house because they knew how Aunt Petunia would react to it.
But this led to the problem of him not knowing what to do till it was time for the Dursleys to return. Usually, he would just take his books and go to the library to do some studying. The librarian and others who were usually there just assumed that he was reading something fictional or another language since none of them could understand what was written in his Hogwarts books.
But in his haste to get out of the house he had missed the books that he kept inside on the table, and now there was no chance in hell that Dudley would spare him if he stepped back into the house again.
Therefore, he was out of the house and had nowhere to go. Even the park was out of the question since it was afternoon and he didn’t want to fight off the summer sun in a park with nothing to do.
‘Ugh….what the hell…’
~o}{o~
‘Ding-Dong! Ding-Dong’
A muffled ‘coming!!’ came from behind the cream-coloured hardwood doors that were ahead of him. He looked once more at the house behind him and released a deep breath before steeling his nerves when he heard the thumping of her footsteps come closer.
The door opened and Amanda was surprised to see Harry there. She tried to recall if she had actually asked him over that morning and had forgotten completely about it due to her work but she couldn’t come up with it. Thankfully Harry chose that moment to speak with her.
“Hey Mandy,” He gave a hesitating smile, “I’m really sorry for coming without warning but I kinda needed somewhere to be, and I didn’t want to spend my afternoon in the park. I mean, I could do that but I hoped that you would—”
“Say no further.” Mandy smiled and stepped aside to let him enter.
“I am really sorry for barging in like this.” He hesitated but she just waved him off and closed the door behind them.
“Feel free to make yourself at home, Harry.” She smiled. “Oh and please don’t mind the mess, I just returned from work and didn’t get the time to clean up.” She said and sauntered towards the kitchen to grab some refreshments while Harry made his way towards what he assumed was the living room.
He sat on the beige-coloured leather sofa that was in the living room and took in his surroundings that had a distinct homely feel to it; even though he knew that this was the first time he was coming to number 8. The soft white walls combined with the slightly grey cast provided a pleasing feel to the area.
There was also a painting on the wall above the fireplace which captured the scenic beauty of a valley filled with bright multicoloured flowers, many of which he didn’t even know about. Then there were the indoor plants that were placed in the corners, and one on the coffee table that also held the day’s newspaper and a few more items which he presumed was recently used by Mandy.
The house was quite spacious, if a bit unkempt, but still way cleaner than his room at the Dursleys. He saw a few pictures on the walls and above the fireplace that showed Mandy’s family when they had lived here. There were also a few pictures of an old woman who he assumed was Mandy's grandmother who lived with her.
The floor was the same hardwood one that he had seen at the Dursleys house, which somewhat confirmed his theory that all the eight houses at Privet Drive were built together by the same entity.
“Here, drink up,” Mandy announced as she placed a tray which had a pitcher of lemonade and two glasses.
“You know you don’t have to do this, right?”
“Of course I do! My gran would scold me if you told her that your first time here was just me being me.” She giggled. “Now relax and tell me what happened.”
And so that’s what he did.
He told her about packing things for the library, then Dudley’s intervention and how he punched the boy before running away. By the time he was done, Mandy was laughing really hard. The laughter was infectious enough to make him chuckle which removed the lingering feeling of anxiety and the adrenaline rush that he felt when he escaped from Dudley.
They decided to spend the day together because, according to Mandy, he needed a day off from working too hard and they could use this as an opportunity to have some fun since she was bored too.
When he asked her about her grandmother, he learned that the old woman was visiting one of her friends and would probably come late in the evening. Something that Harry was completely happy with since he knew that the elder Dursleys were out as well, and he couldn't enter the house before it was late enough that his cousin would either forget about it or had just gone to sleep. The latter was more likely.
They spent the afternoon having a lot of fun, more than Harry had ever had throughout his stay in Privet Drive. He was quite sure that Mandy was having the time of her life too.
They started with lunch that Mandy and Harry made together. It wasn’t something grand, yet it was delicious, especially since they had fun making it. They talked about the most random things. She told him about America and her friends there while he told her a made-up story about his school St. Brutus.
Finally, evening rolled around and Harry collapsed onto the sofa after a tiring game of tag that they played around the house. Mandy went away to make popcorn while Harry switched on the TV to search for a movie they could watch. He began to flip through the discs that she had but his mind was elsewhere.
There were times when Harry felt like he and Amanda were getting closer. It wasn’t something she said but the way she looked at him, the way they would randomly touch hands and it would stay like that for just a moment longer than an accidental touch. He smiled when he remembered how she had leaned on him when they were in the kitchen making lunch or how they had accidentally hugged each other when they were tagging and the hug lasted longer than it normally would.
He would gladly admit that she was one of the most beautiful women out there and that she had a good effect on him, as verified by a certain part of his body that started to get hard whenever he thought of those moments. After all, he was a hormonal male and there was no shame in admitting that he had spent a few nights thinking about her when he got his much-needed release.
Therefore, the lingering touches, the long hugs and leaning on him while they were close; it made his heart thump and it definitely got a rise out of him.
Even now, thinking about those moments and the girl; he could feel the heat coursing through his veins as his dick slowly started to harden.
He again tried to control himself, to throw away the thoughts that accompanied his hot blonde friend and think of something else since he knew that it would be very awkward if she noticed the tent that formed in his pants every time she did anything which he found sexy.
“Alright, I hope that you’ve selected the movie that you want to watch because we have popcorn!” Mandy announced and plopped on the sofa and placed a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table.
Harry on the other hand immediately got up from the sofa and picked the first disc that he got. It was titled ‘A Walk in the Clouds’ and was an adventure and romance one according to the genre written on it, but he didn’t care much about the movie since he needed to adjust his pants under the pretense of loading up the disc in the player.
He sat on the sofa and the two started watching the movie, occasionally munching on the popcorn that Mandy had placed in her lap after the first few minutes of the movie. The two watched as the protagonist went to start his business after he felt bad for all the unopened letters that his wife had kept in the footlocker.
Half-way through the movie he felt Amanda come closer to him. He returned the gesture and soon enough the two were sitting together, their legs touched and Harry could feel his heart beginning to thump inside his chest as if it wanted to burst out of him. He took a side glance and saw that Mandy was smiling as well, and even though her eyes were on the TV screen, Harry knew that she wasn’t watching the movie either.
After some time he gently raised his arm and slowly placed it on the sofa behind her. He tried to control his heartbeat as well as his dick which had started to harden once more.
“You know you can put it around me, right?” Amanda smiled. “I wouldn’t mind.”
He bobbed his head and dropped his hand from the sofa to her back as gently as he could. Mandy leaned against his side once more and he became distinctly aware of her fruity shampoo as well as the perfume that she used. He looked down at her and had to try really hard to pull his eyes away from the tantalising set of boobs with the never-ending deep cleavage which was presented to him.
Harry hadn’t liked the summer season any more than he did at that moment when he realised that Mandy was wearing a spaghetti strap baby blue camisole and a cotton skirt just to get rid of the humid July heat.
The scenes in the movie started to get hotter and Harry could feel the tension that was between him and Mandy, he knew that he would have to adjust his pants and he was thankful that he had decided to turn off the lights when the movie had started or the tent in his pants would have been easily visible.
“Harry?” Mandy looked up at him.
"Yes?”
“I don’t want to be too forward but I don’t know how to ask this any other way.” She blushed. “Ha-have you kissed a girl before?”
Harry’s throat went dry when he looked at the eyes that the blonde girl was making at him. He tried to focus on her face so that his eyes didn’t wander towards her cleavage again.
“No… not yet.” He gulped. “I haven’t had a moment like that.”
Mandy gave a small smile and moved out of his embrace. She placed the popcorn bowl on the table once more and for a moment he felt that he missed the chance. He cursed his luck for it but before he could say anything the girl turned once more and pressed her body to his, their face mere inches apart.
“Would you like to?” She blushed at the way he looked wide-eyed and she noted how he was trying hard to not take another look down her cleavage.
Harry didn’t know what to say, therefore instead of saying anything he gave her a much better response.
He leaned forward and gently kissed her soft pink lips. Mandy leaned in the kiss, her hands went through his hair as she pressed herself. He reciprocated the gesture and circled her thin waist, one hand went towards her back while the other squeezed her waist.
They didn’t know how long they were like that, groping the other one and kissing like their life depended on it. They broke apart gasping for air. Their flushed faces looked into each other's bright eyes and their lips broke into wide smiles.
Without another word they leaned forward and kissed once more, Mandy opened her lips and gently traced his lower lip with her tongue. For the first time, Harry was French kissing her, their tongues duelling for dominance as they traced the other one's mouth and their hands moved across their bodies.
Without breaking Mandy pushed him back and straddled his lap, she smiled when she felt the stiffness beneath her. It made her squirm, and her juices secreted at the mere thought of what was about to happen. Harry squeezed her ass and she moaned loudly while his other hand crawled up her sides.
Mandy moaned loudly when she felt him hold her boob and squeeze them. She started to grind back and forth in his lap which made him groan in pleasure as his dick was lodged in the crack of her ass, with just a few layers of clothing between them.
He squeezed her boobs once more, this time a bit more roughly than the last time and he heard her moan loudly as she started to suck on his tongue. Her hands started to travel inside his t-shirt as they traced his torso.
Harry returned the gesture and slowly pushed his hand inside her thin tank top. He felt the warmth of her skin as she kept sucking on his tongue. He moved his hands upwards and cupped her boobs before squeezing them once more.
Mandy broke the kiss and instead started trailing kisses down his jaw and then his neck. She sucked on his neck which made him moan as she kept on peppering him with love bites.
Harry couldn’t believe his luck! They were completely alone, there was a damn hot girl grinding in his lap who was sucking and giving him love bites while his hands were squeezing her soft boobs. He knew that if things went correctly then they would definitely be doing a lot more than this.
Unfortunately, at that moment, the telephone rang.
Mandy groaned when she heard the phone ring and she looked into his eyes, a fire of passion burning in his green ones that was being mirrored by her own. She gave him a quick kiss and forced herself to break off or they would end up losing themselves again.
“Just wait a moment.” She clenched his T-shirt in her fists and sighed. “I’ll be back.”
And with that, she left his lap. She didn’t even bother to fix herself and rushed to answer the phone.
Harry fell back on the sofa. He breathed heavily and tried to get his mind around the fact that he just got his first kiss! That too with a girl as hot and sexy as Mandy. He ran a hand through his messy hair and looked in his lap. There was a small wet drop right over his hard cock which told him that his first kiss was dripping for more.
He looked at the TV screen, the movie was still going on and they had forgotten about it completely in their moment of passion where they had lost themselves. ‘Well, who cares about a movie when you are with a girl like her…’ Harry thought he couldn’t wait to get together with her again and return to what they were doing.
Footsteps announced her arrival and Harry looked towards the doorway. He saw Mandy come closer to him, an excited smile on her face.
“Who was it?”
“My grandmother.’’ She replied.
“Is she coming home?”
“Not yet,” She shook her head. “She called to tell me that she would be spending the night at her friend’s place and would be back by tomorrow afternoon.”
Harry smiled when Mandy straddled him again. His arms immediately encircled her once more as their faces came closer.
“So, Harry….” She began slowly grinding in his lap. “Are you ready to take it a step further, sweetheart?”
He answered her just like he did before.
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Ending Note: There you have it fellas, chapter Three of Whispers in the Woods, hope you liked it. The Prologue chapter has been published on Fanfiction/ao3.
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