Mac's eyes shot open when someone touched her. Who in the... oh. Oh yeah. She could feel that the bedding was barely covering her arse. She was lying on her belly, head turned from him. Mac sighed. He wasn't... she'd sort of wanted him to be, but he just wasn't. She felt a bit bad too because apparently, she'd used him for sex. Mac didn't know what to do. It's not like she could sneak out. She lived here. She was just about to turn and look at him and hope he didn't expect another go when Brody banged on her bedroom door. Her silencing charm must have worn off in the night.

"Get yer lazy arse from the bed, lass!"

Harry looked up and jumped, falling off the bed and onto his arse. He scrambled and grabbed his trousers, hugging them to his chest and looking around the room frantically. She didn't have a closet. What kind of person didn't have a closet? Where was he supposed to hide?

"Right! Give a lady a bit, Bro!"

"Lady?" There was a snort from the other side of the door. "What was tha' thump? Ya fall out th'bed? Ya all right there, Mac?"

"I'm fine, arse! Just give a girl a mo, would ya?  Fuck!"

"I had better see ya wit'in the hour!" She heard him storming off.

Lady indeed, Mac thought as she clutched the bed sheet to her chest and rolled over to look at Harry. "Mornin'."

Harry visibly relaxed when he heard her brother leave down the hall. "Hi," he whispered, not wanting to tempt fate. He walked over to the bed, sitting on it. He let his trousers drop to the floor beside the bed. He hesitated, then turned towards her. "How did you... did you sleep well?"

She was getting a VERY weird vibe from him. Almost as if he'd done the same thing to her as she'd done to him and was now a bit guilty about it as well. Now that would be ironic.

Mac propped her head on her hand. "I slept fine. It's m'bed. Question is... how'd you sleep then?"

"I... slept." He leaned in, his eyebrows furrowing. He had headed in to kiss her on the mouth, but decided to kiss her on the cheek at the last moment. She turned too, catching him off guard, and he let out a small noise when their foreheads collided. He pulled back, holding a hand to where they'd hit. "Oh, gods, I'm sorry." Stupid. Stupid.

Mac rubbed her head where they'd bumped, giggling. Well, that settled it a bit for her. "S'all right."

He was definitely not as smooth and as sexy as he'd been last night, but it didn't bother her. She still liked him. She just didn't... and he was trying to kiss her again. Mac turned her head the wrong way yet again. They did this little dance trying to connect until she finally grabbed the sides of his face and pressed her lips to his.

Nothing.

Mac opened her eyes to realize his eyes were open and he had much the same look on his face as she did. This wasn't going to work any farther than friendship, and if she had not been so damned horny lately, they might not have ruined whatever they could have had with this... this. 

She sighed loudly, "No' there anymore, is it now?"

"Devoid is the word I was looking for." He cocked his head to the side. "No." His eyebrows furrowed. "Is it... Is that bad? I mean, don't get me wrong, you're a very nice girl, and last night was... it was last night, you know?" He shook his head. "No. It's not there."

He pulled back, putting a hand on the back of his neck. "Merlin, this is awkward."

"It doesna have to be, Harry. This isna the first time this has happened to me, sad to say. And save the nice judgements until you've known me a bit more." Not that he could know her much more than he had last night, but he knew what she meant. Better actually, not more.

Just then the door swung open.

"Mac, do ya know where I left th-" Brody's mouth was hanging open. He'd cut himself off mid-word. He looked from his obviously naked sister to Harry Potter standing over her bed in just his pants before tossing his arm before his eyes and letting out a howl like his eyes had been burned out of their sockets by the sight.

"Will ya get out of here!" Mac shouted, not surprised when her brother fled the room at full speed, slamming the door behind him. She looked at Harry and shook her head.

Harry looked at Mac, his eyes wide. He was dead. Brody MacDougal was going to kill him. "Fuck. Oh fuck. He knows we- he knows that I- that you- fuck!" He grabbed for his trousers again and pulled them on. To be honest, he wasn't sure why he was so panicked. It'd been alright with the Weasleys. He assumed they'd figured him and Gin had... But Brody was large. A large man who didn't consider Harry a brother. But... things weren't like that with Mac. They weren't, and it was almost as if they were both alright with it, which was slightly odd. He felt good, better than he had for a while in fact, but it wasn't that, and would never be.

He looked over at Mac again. "Am I going to have to fear for my life? Do you think we should oblivate him?"

Mac threw back her head and laughed. "There's no need. He knows iffen he harms ya, I'll be on him like stench on shite. Brody knows better than to mess wit me. Hang on. Lemme get some clothes on, and I'll walk ya down, aye?"

She rolled out of the bed and grabbed some trousers and a shirt.

Harry nodded, bending down to grab his shirt before pulling over his head. He sat on the bed and pulled on his shoes. He cast a look at his broom. He was half tempted to use it to sneak out the window. He stood, grabbing his jacket and draping it over his arm. He turned back as she pulled on a shirt.

Mac padded over in her bare feet and took his broom so he wouldn't be tempted to flee through the window.

"I swear he willna hex ya, Harry. It's all right."

He gave her a half-hearted nod. "Yeah. You say that now, but the headlines will read 'Angry brother disposes of Boy-Who-Lived-Twice'." He followed her as she headed for the door, walking through it when she held it open. "Lived through a war, falls to a well placed hex to his nether parts." He shook his head as she fell in step beside him.

Mac chuckled. "Iffen he hexes for yer penis, I'll dive a'fore it and block the hit. It made me very happy last night. I canna have my friend there harmed." 

Harry laughed. My, she was rather vulgar. "Oh. I'm sure my penis appreciates it." He slowed on the last step, Brody having heard his last statement. The Scotsman was standing there, rather large arms crossed over his chest. Fuck. "Morning, Brody."

"Mornin', Potter," Brody growled through his teeth.

"We can always give ya a repeat performance on th'bar," Mac snapped.

Brody shouted again and clapped his hands over his ears - as if one could un-hear something. He rushed back into the store room.

"He only acts tough. He canna stand when I start talkin' naked bout m'self."

Harry nodded, smiling after her older brother. "Apparently." He grabbed his broom from her outstretched hand. Harry walked around to stand in front of her. "Last night was... I'd say thank you but I don't think that's really the right thing to say."

Mac grinned at him. "Well, iffen ya can't say thank you for tha', what can ya say thanks for?" She stepped closer to him. "Thank ya for a LOVELY time, Mister Potter. I'd say we have to do tha' again sometime, but we both know tha'll never happen again, but dinna be a stranger because of it, aye?"

And she meant that. There was something like-able about him for her. Maybe she had no desire to wrinkle her sheets with him again, not that way, but she wouldn't mind him dropping by for other reasons. All naked aside, he wasn't bad company.

He smiled back at her. "I won't. You might see me sooner than you think. You're one of the only places I'll come for a drink from now on." He turned and headed for the door. He stopped and looked back at her one more time. "I wouldn't send back an owl from you either, you know."

Mac grinned and leaned against the bar as she watched him leave. All sexual non-chemistry with him aside, he still had a nice arse.

"I canna believe ya fucked Harry Potter," Brody said after Harry was gone.

Mac was still grinning and looking at the closed door. "I dinna fuck Harry Potter."

"But-"

"I had sex wit Harry."

"Um, Mac-"

"There's a difference. Trust me, aye?"

{SUMMARY} The VERY AWKWARD morning after with Harry and Mac.