They were busy again. Brody was talking about hiring some extra bodies. Mac agreed. The two of them were overloaded tonight. She had rushed to the back to get another case of butterbeer when the hair on the back of her neck prickled. Someone was in the storeroom with her. She was about to attack when she caught a familiar scent.

"Harry," she breathed.

Mac turned around and put a hand on her hip. She was smiling widely.

Harry pulled the door to the storeroom shut behind him, his hand falling to his side. He'd watched her come back here, and he wasn't honestly sure what had made him follow, but he had. And now they were here. "Mac. Looks busy out there." He smiled, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

After his run in with Katie, he'd taken stock of the things in his life that he hadn't pursued. His quidditch career ranked high on the list, something he'd always wanted to see through but had decided was too risky. This was up there as well. He wanted to see this through. He didn't know where this was leading, this thing he could feel between them, but he didn't want to regret not finding out.

Mac raised a brow. She only had a few minutes back here before Brody would come looking for her, and the storeroom door had no lock on it. She didn't care though. He'd licked his lips. She could think of better things for him to do with that tongue.

"Look at ya. A girl might be nervous about being alone in a deserted room wit ya-"

"If I were anyone besides Harry Potter?"

Mac snorted. "If it were any other lass but me."

She crossed the space between them, tugging at his shirt playfully when she was close enough. She sent a grin with very hooded eyes up at him.

Harry had an instant to wonder if this was too sudden before something other than his brain took over and he pressed his mouth to hers, hands reaching up to cup both sides of her face. He hadn't kissed someone in so long, at least not like this, and he'd almost forgotten what it was like. He tried not to think about his first kiss, and how horrible that had turned out, but couldn't help it. Great, Potter. Jinx the whole thing. Bloody brilliant of you, mate!

Deciding this was not going to be a repeat, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer against him, surprised at how hot the small room was getting in such a short amount of time.

She couldn't decide what made this so special. That he'd been the one to kiss her or that her brother could walk in at any moment. Harry backed her up to a stack of crates and lifted her easily onto them. When she was seated, he stepped in between her thighs and started kissing her again. This time his hands were on her hips. Mac's were up in his hair.

Like riding a bike. He pulled on her hips, fingers hooking into the waistband of her jeans, feeling the skin underneath. She was pulling on his hair, tugging at the shorter hairs at the nape of his neck. He moaned into her mouth, his tongue pressing against hers a little more forcefully than he'd normally manage. He didn't want it to be apparent that he hadn't done this in a while, but his hands, and other parts of his anatomy, were making that difficult.

He pulled back when he realized his hands were under the back of her shirt, his fingers tracing the clasp of her bra. "Brody could come in at any moment."

"Dinna care," Mac rasped before she wrapped her legs around his waist and began nibbling on his earlobe.

He moaned, and it was just about the sexiest thing she had ever heard.

Then the door slammed open.

"How long does it take to get a fuckin'... fuckin' hell!"

Harry jumped away from her like she was on fire... which she was.

Brody was glaring. "Get back to work," he snarled before slamming out of the storeroom.

Mac growled as she hopped off the crates. She grabbed a fistful of Harry's shirt and pulled his mouth to hers. She bit his bottom lip a little as she pulled back.

Harry felt like he'd been doused in cold water. There really was nothing that spoiled the mood quite like her much larger brother interrupting them. He pulled back from her reluctantly, suddenly embarrassed for even coming in here. He really needed to get his hormones under control. Tight control. Involving chains. Stop thinking about chains!

"You should probably get back to work."

"I know I should," Mac said kissing him again quickly. "First room on the left," she called before grabbed a case of butterbeer and bounding out of the storeroom.

"Top of the stairs." He said to the empty room. He tried apparating out, figuring it'd be much, much easier than facing her brother, but was not surprised when he couldn't. "Bugger." He ducked his head out of the door, sighing in relief when he didn't see Brody in the immediate vicinity. Taking a small step outward he darted towards the back door he knew was there. He'd had to sneak out of the Sticks more times than he could count before it'd closed, and he was glad to have the knowledge tonight.

"First room on the left."


{SUMMARY} Harry and Mac get in a little make-out time in the storeroom of Three Broomsticks until Brody interrupts them.