Frigid Flames ch.10

"Yes, master," she replied and started moving faster, using her hips to their full advantage. Harry watched as her slick pussy slid up and down his cock, and pleasure surged through him. He moaned, caressing her beautiful breasts and letting himself be engulfed in sexual bliss, and then...

"Oh, fuck! Daphne!" Harry called out as he began to release himself inside her.

"Oh, yes, Harry...oh, fuck, I feel it," she moaned as Harry climaxed in her pussy.

She pushed down all the way, taking his throbbing length inside her and letting him fill her pussy with his seed. Harry moaned loudly, holding her close, kissing her lips and embracing her tightly, feeling her naked, hot body against his.

She moaned along with him as they kissed, and Harry shot his load into her. He held her, feeling her firm breasts pressed against his chest, and his cock throbbed, twitched, and spasmed inside her.

Damn, that felt good! Harry blew his load, emptied himself, and filled her, then let her go and relaxed, panting, floating in that sea of pleasure.

She sat up and smiled at him, her brown hair disheveled, her face flushed. She looked radiant and beautiful.

"I really like you," she murmured, running her hand over his sweaty chest.

"I really like you too," Harry replied.

They stayed like that for a moment before she got up and went to wash herself. When she was done, she returned to bed with him, and they lay there, naked and relaxed.

Harry held her close and listened to the wind blowing outside.

"I want to go with you today," she said.

Harry looked up. It was the next morning, and he had just finished his morning routine of grabbing a bite to eat, changing the water, checking the perimeter, yada yada. Today, he decided, he was going to check out that house.

"Are you sure about that?" Harry asked as he loaded his backpack.

"Yes...unless you don't want me to," she replied uncertainly.

"No, I didn't mean it that way. You can come, I just want to make sure you're certain. It's going to be a nerve-wracking walk. It's pretty cold outside, and there's fresh snow everywhere."

"Oh, yes, I'm sure. I'm starting to stir crazy here. Not a lot, but a little." She rolled her eyes. "God, I used to be able to spend days in places before all this shit happened and be fine, but now it's like I start freaking out after a day or two of being stuck in the same building."

"I think there's a difference," Harry replied as he finished loading his backpack and hoisted it onto his shoulders. "Before, you had things that distracted you. And even nowadays, there's a crucial difference between being in a place like this and being in a city. So it's okay. We'll take a walk home. Maybe we'll find you a new backpack, and you can help me haul stuff back."

"Alright," she said. "...thanks."

"Sure." Harry gave her a kiss. "Let's go."

They headed toward the exit of the gas station. The sky was clear, but the cold was intense and biting. Harry pulled his coat tighter around himself and pulled down his cap. He didn't like the cold, but he damn well hated it on these bitter days.

At such temperatures, one couldn't stay outside for too long without getting into trouble. Harry imagined it was below freezing at the moment. Daphne shivered as she joined him.

Harry made his way toward the exit, and she walked beside him. They crossed the street and onto the snowy field beyond, heading towards the house in the distance. Harry noticed that Daphne seemed preoccupied today, and he didn't think much of it until after about ten minutes of silence, she finally spoke up in a hesitant voice.

Harry Potter listened as Daphne spoke to him. "I have something to tell you, but I'm worried you'll be mad," she said. He glanced at her and replied, "Tell me." Daphne hesitated for a moment before saying, "Promise you won't be mad?" Harry sighed, "Yes, I promise." He may have looked like a jerk, but he had decent control over his temper, more so now than ever, considering all the patience he had to develop.

"I passed by the garage on my way to the gas station," Daphne said, and Harry waited for her to continue. "...well, and?" he asked. "Well, there might be what you're looking for," she said.

"Okay... why did you think I'd be mad about that?" Harry asked, genuinely unsure where that came from. "I didn't mention it earlier because I forgot about it. I just remembered it this morning," Daphne replied.

"Oh," Harry said. "I just thought you'd be mad that I waited so long to tell you or annoyed that I forgot something so important," Daphne continued.

Harry could see now where it was coming from. "I'm not angry or annoyed," he said, and Daphne looked relieved. "Do you often encounter that? People getting mad about it?" Harry asked.

Daphne sighed, her breath billowing out as they trudged through the snow. "Yes. People think I'm such a fucking ditz or airhead or whatever. I had this one friend who would always ask if I'm really a blonde and just dyeing my hair. I forget shit or don't notice things. I don't know why. Maybe I have ADD or something, or I'm just dumb, or something like that."

"I don't think you're dumb, Daphne," Harry said. "Some people just forget things. Some people just get easily distracted. Plus, it really depends on what your brain prioritizes as important, which you don't necessarily have control over."

"Maybe..." Daphne said, sounding slightly less worried.

They stopped as Harry noticed a few branches that had fallen from nearby trees and collected them. "Here, you can carry these," Harry said.

"It's going much differently than I thought it would. I know I keep saying this, but I honestly thought I'd just be treated like baggage. But you actually treat me like..."

"An equal?" Harry finished for her.

Harry Potter shrugged as Daphne commented, "I wanted to say like your girlfriend, but yeah, I guess that's better. And more accurate. It's not like everyone treats their girlfriend as an equal. Especially not now."

"Everyone's on a power trip these days," he replied. "I mean, not everyone, but now a lot of people who felt powerless and marginalized are finding ways to gain power, and a lot of people are petty and just want to control others. I don't want to do that." Harry hesitated. "Well, you know, for the most part. I guess I enjoy doing it during sex."

Daphne smiled. "Yeah, you're good at that too."

"Apparently," Harry said, chuckling.

A moment later, they made their final approach to the house. Harry pulled out his pistol. "Be ready to run towards the house if something goes wrong."

"Something goes wrong?" Daphne muttered. "Like if someone is there with a weapon."

"Toward the house?" Harry said. "There's no cover anywhere else. If something happens, run towards the house and take cover under the windows. I'll do what I can. Though I don't think anyone will be there. But you never know."

"Alright," Daphne muttered, and Harry wondered if she regretted her decision to come with him.

Nothing happened as they approached the house. Harry didn't see any movement in the windows, and there didn't seem to be any signs that it had been recently disturbed. He wouldn't consider himself an expert in forensics, but he had become good at picking up on such little clues.

They made their way along the side until they reached the back, where indeed a decent-sized shed awaited. Beyond it was a large cluster of snow-covered trees.

"Wait here," Harry said as they approached the small door that provided access to the old garage. It was coated in ice and peeling green paint. There were a few holes in the wooden exterior, and he peeked through the closest one, as the windows were still intact and mostly covered in grime.

There was enough light filtering through to give him an idea of what was inside: a junkyard of cars took up most of the space, and the edges were mostly clear.

Harry pushed open the unlocked door and stepped inside. He tried not to move too quickly as he began to search around, but he wanted to get into the more secure interior of the building. It was cold outside today. He could even try starting a fire in the house if it wasn't warm enough inside.

Actually, considering that Daphne was with him, he most likely would because it would be a job that would take him at least a few hours. He had gotten used to the cold, and the almost constant movement associated with exploring a place, combined with the relative heat impulse of being inside a building, usually kept him going.

Harry Potter agreed to take care of Daphne, and he could tell she was damn cold. Plus, she probably weighed over a hundred pounds less than him, not exactly skinny, but definitely not robust, which meant she was more prone to freezing. Another reason to move quickly with her.

He didn't think there was anything serious in the old garage besides, potentially, a lift and an iron. Harry could already tell there were no tires, and unless someone hid a battery, which seemed ridiculously unlikely, he didn't think he'd find anything else worth noting.

Over the next twenty minutes, Harry managed to gather a few old, greasy tools that were in good enough condition to possibly be worth something to someone, and thankfully, a crowbar and a jack, which he was looking for. They weren't in the best shape, but they looked like they could do the job. He packed up the supplies, except for the iron, in his backpack and simply carried it as they made their way toward the house.

"Alright," Harry said as they slipped through the back, entering the kitchen, "stay here and be quiet. I'm going to search the house."

"Okay," Daphne replied softly.

Daphne waited by one of the counters, hugging herself and rubbing her arms. Harry carefully placed the iron against the cabinet doors, then retrieved his pistol again and began making his way through the house. It was eerily quiet, only the occasional gust of wind outside and creaking floorboards beneath him.

As he walked through the house, Harry's mind filled with the questions that usually arose in such situations: Who did this place belong to? What was their life like? Where are they now? There were now billions of stories, of people, places, and events. And most of them were likely lost. How many things happened where anyone who knew for sure was no longer alive?