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Prompt: Fighter (#318)

"Well, maybe I'm a crook for stealing your heart away
Yeah, maybe I'm a crook for not caring for it
Yeah, maybe I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad person
Well baby, I know."

-Of Monsters and Men, Love Love Love

His hand grazed her silk-covered, full hip. The heat of his palm, soaked through the thin material. Strong fingers squeezed her flesh, causing a groan -that sent pleasure shocks through her center- to escape his throat.

Not a moment later, she felt her back eclipsed by his muscular front. And felt a strong arm embrace her from behind.

As his hand left her hip to wrap around her, she felt his other arm brush her long, wavy brown hair to expose her neck, where he placed a kiss.

"Aren't you supposed to be getting to work?" Andromeda asked, leaning away from his embrace and pressing against the sink, where she was standing drinking tea.

"Yeah," he replied with a sigh of resignation.

"You know, we shouldn't keep doing this," Andromeda commented matter-of-factly. She was still unsure how she found herself in this predicament, carrying on an affair with not only the most eligible bachelor of all the world, but with a boy old enough to be her son... or perhaps even her... Andromeda shook her head of that, bringing her tea cup to her lips and briefly blowing on it. "I can't imagine it's helping your relationship with Ginny Weasley."

"Do you have to do this every morning after?" the words were exhaled in a whisper, that she felt dance across the sensitive skin of her shoulder blades.

Andromeda felt a moment of remorse, as she felt Harry place his forehead against her shoulder.

For a moment, Andromeda contemplated playing obtuse. But decided against it. She didn't want to play games with Harry. She was too old for that.

Putting down her cup of tea, she pulled his arms away from her before turning around to stare into astonishing green eyes.

"It would seem so. You're young... and a Gryffindor," she replied, though her lips quirked into a teasing smile at the end of her statement. "And it's so easy for you to confuse what is happening between us. This isn't love, Harry. We are merely two adults taking comfort from one another."

Harry exhaled, running his fingers through his always-messy hair, trying to keep his exasperation under control.

His anger wouldn't help him. And as much as he already knew that it was too late for his heart, he knew revealing as much to Andy would be a mistake.

"I'm not an idiot, Andy," Harry stated, trying to keep the irritation in his tone minimal.

A sleek, brow arched. "I never said you were," she stated, reaching a hand and raking it through his hair tenderly. Her gaze, so laden with grief, momentarily softened.

"If you have such a moral objection to it, why do you keep doing it?" Harry challenged, the fighter in him unwilling to accept that he didn't have even a foothold in her heart. Not when she'd completely taken over his.

"Because... I've always been a bad girl. I am, after all, a Black. We all went bad in our own ways," Andromeda replied in impish tones, though a darkness resided in her eyes as she briefly thought of her family.

Harry's arms slipped over Andy's curvy body, reaching down to her fabulous, well-rounded and pert arse.

"Well, it seems I have a weakness for bad girls," he muttered before bringing his lips crashing heatedly against her own plump and soft lips.

And just like that... he was willing to forget for another while that Andy may never return his love.

And Andy forgot to feel like a thief, for stealing the heart of Harry Potter.

~END~

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