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Jean frowned at that, but nodded all the same and went over to type the security code in. "I can understand that I guess, even without knowing any of the particulars. A young woman as good looking as you are probably needs to be more wary in any event, just watch it in the future. You mind giving me a lift?" She could of course have walked, or her personal preference flown the quarter mile up the driveway to the mansion, but she wasn't about to do so and let Emma enter the property unsupervised.
"Certainly, hop in. I doubt you've ever been in a car like this though, your little boy-toy's Dodge Viper can't compare at all." Emma replied, smirking a little and waving grandly over toward her white Ferrari 458.
"He's not my boy-toy he's my boyfriend, though I will admit that his Viper loses out to European cars." Jean got into the car, looking around appreciatively. She hadn't yet seen the interior of Harry's Huayra, but this was nice. She really didn't care much about most of the trappings of wealth but she had to admit to having a soft spot for fast cars.
"Oh please, the way you just brushed him off like that, there's no way you have any real feelings for him." Emma got in the driver's seat and reached out, laying a hand on Jean's knee for a moment as she shifted gears.
Jean frowned again at that but couldn't deny it. The only reason she was still with Duncan was to shield herself from Scott's attention and the boys at school. Since breaking up with Taryn Scott had shown he wasn't quite as over her as she could have wanted, and still sent her puppy-dog eyes every time he could. Well that, and because it would be too much of an effort to dump him. Still she decided to change the subject for a moment. "So what's a rich bi-girl such as you here to see Harry for?"
Emma's eyes narrowed slightly at the word that Jean almost used then she actually scowled as she saw that the girl had seen her reaction. She wondered why the redhead was able to get under her skin so easily, but chalked it up to her not being family. After all, I don't need to protect myself from her, and she didn't seem to even recognize the Frost name. "I need his special help with a bit of a problem, which is all I am willing to share."
"Hmm," Jean said thoughtfully, looking over at her. "So something magical then?" Emma nodded slowly, not willing to give the redhead any more information. "Well I have no doubt that he will do his best to help you. Harry's like that with anything he does really, he always tries his best."
Having heard something in her voice Emma suddenly smirked at the redhead. "Oh, so it's Harry huh? Is that just admiration I sense, or is it something else? I thought he had a girlfriend anyway."
Jean scowled, wondering how the hell the other girl had seen she had a crush on Harry so easily. "He does, and trust me if you think you have a chance with him think again."
"Oh is there a line or something?" Emma laughed, pulling her car up to the main entrance.
Jean growled again, not liking how this girl was poking fun at her about this. She was already feeling guilty about her crush on Harry as it was. "Nothing like that, it's just the woman in question has everything we've got and then some."
Emma shrugged as she got out of her Ferrari and walked around to join Jean as she walked towards the front door. "Well, its not like I'm unwilling to share after all. Or maybe I should be looking elsewhere for a bit of fun." She said this last as she was lightly running her hand down the redhead's rear, which was just as magnificent as the rest of her.
Jean gasped, then turned swiftly and glared at her, though she was also blushing a little. "Are you trying to play with fire? You'll get burned."
Emma didn't back away simply staring into Jean's face from a bare inch away. "Silly girl," she murmured, "I'm a Frost, I'll put out your fire."
The door opened to reveal Scott, Evan, Kurt and Logan all dressed in exercise shorts and about to go on a run before their training exercises. They stopped and stared at the two girls who were almost nose to nose with one another, unsure whether or not they were glaring or simply looking at one another.
Logan took the lead, moving forward and glaring at the unknown girl. "You lookin' for somethin' frail? Grey, you know her?"
Noticing their audience for the first time both young women stopped staring at one another, turning to look at the boys then back at one another before they broke into laughter. "Where did that line come from," Jean howled holding her sides "I'm a Frost I'll, oh god I can't say it, too damn corny!"
Emma snorted pushing at her shoulder playfully. "What about your line? Play with fire, how cliché can you get? Besides, I'd be more terrified of your hentai mental defenses. I'll take fire over tentacles any day." Out of the corner of her eye she looked Scott and the others up and down, finding them appealing, far more than the socialites and rich boys she had to hang out with at school or social functions, but not up to Harry's level.
"That is merely a sign of my brilliance," Jean said smugly poking her in the side with an elbow. "No one expects the girl to be the hentai one, and it shocks them out of continuing to attack me."
She led the way inside, waving off the trio of males who looked at one another then shrugged, Logan deciding this looked way too irritating to get involved in. He turned and pushed the three teens ahead of him outside and then into a light jog to take them into the woods.
Emma snorted again then frowned as she felt another telepath gently probe at the solid crystalline matrix that was her own mental defense. She glanced sharply over at Jean who shook her head even as the professor's voice made itself known in their minds. If you wouldn't mind bringing your new friend into the dining area Jean, I'm certain we have many things we need to talk about.
Emma frowned then sent back her own message. I'm not here to talk to you old man, and the next time you try to get into my head without being invited I'll respond appropriately. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Jean smirk a little, which caused her to raise one eyebrow in query but she went on, I'm here to talk to Harry Potter, not you.
Jean's smirk now widened into a momentary smile, but before Charles could respond a cool female voice spoke up from the staircase. "You must be Emma."
Emma turned and looked up at the woman coming down the stairs and had to admit that Jean was right, if this was the woman Harry had spoken of she did have everything Emma did and more. The woman's sheer presence was something to see. "I am, and you are?"
Ororo smiled, walking down towards Jean and the blond. She nodded warmly at her friend who smiled back before turning to Emma. "I am Ororo Munroe. Harry's told me a bit about you and your circumstances." She held up a hand as Emma's expression grew stormy. "Which I have shared with no one else, nor will I without your permission. But it is part of being a good boyfriend is it not, that you tell your girlfriend when another girl flirts with you?"
Emma frowned a little, not liking anyone knowing how badly she needed Harry's help, but she realized that the black woman's point was a good one. And she was surprised to see no wariness or anger in the other woman, just acceptance. "I suppose I can agree with that, but is Harry here? I really do need to talk to him."
"Here," said Harry, walking into the room pushing Charles' wheelchair. "I take it that things have progressed too quickly for you to call ahead?"
Emma nodded, speaking circuitously as she didn't want to share anymore than necessary with the two other telepaths in the room. Jean was nice enough but they had just met after all, and there was something about the bald man that made her hackles rise, some kind of continual pressure on her mental shields coming form his direction. It wasn't like he was trying to get in on purpose, but surely he had more control than that? Something to think about later, right now more important things beckoned. "Indeed, I am in need of your aid now. The issue we discussed was pushed up suddenly due to… certain events. I require the items you promised today, I won't be able to get away again, and by next weekend it will be too late."
Harry nodded. "Wait here then, I finished them up this past Sunday. I'll bring it down to you." He turned, gave Ororo a brief kiss on the cheek in passing, and headed up to his workroom, leaving Charles there with the tree women.
Charles smiled pleasantly at the young telepath. "Your mental defenses are magnificent my dear, and I apologize if I gave offense earlier, I simply find telepathic communication much more polite than shouting through three rooms. I am Professor Charles Xavier, and this is my home."
Emma calmed down a little but still looked at the old man warily. ""I can see that, but try not to do it again. I'm very leery of anyone trying to get into my head for any reason."
"Be that as it may, I was wondering if I could have a moment of you time? After all, as good as your defenses are, there is always room for improvement. Those teens here are hear to receive help in controlling and refining their powers. We are always open to welcoming new students."
Emma's eye's narrowed again. "And what would that help cost me? No, I don't have the time or the inclination to become a student here, even if that was all you wanted and I am not so naïve as to think that is the case. Whatever you are selling, I'm not buying, sorry."
Jean stifled a chuckle at her response, while Ororo frowned a little at the rudeness, but given what she knew of Emma's situation, there was never a chance of her joining the school let alone the X-men, even if she had been so inclined. Charles frowned trying to think of a way to sound out the woman on her position in regards to using her power for personal gain or her position on the idea of coexistence between mutants and humans, without admitting to the existence of the X-men.
Before he could think of one however Harry returned. He was carrying a large jewelry box about the side of Emma's hands put together. He sat down on the steps, motioning her over to look. Emma came close followed by the others who looked on curiously. Emma wasn't particularly happy with this, but couldn't very well ask them to go away, after all they lived here.
Once they were in front of him Harry opened the box with a somewhat dramatic flourish. Inside was two diamond earrings and a silver necklace centered on another two diamonds. The two earrings were shaped like small snowflakes, with the diamond in the center. The silver necklace was made of very fine chain made to resemble thin strings entwined around one another, with two such at the front being filled with two slightly larger diamonds then on the earrings. "One earring has a notice-me not ward to cover the earrings and the other the offensive charm that'll targets any guys wedding tackle if he touches you. That was actually a match smaller array then for the next bit."
"Wedding tackle?" Jean murmured, interrupting his speech, though by the looks on their faces both Emma and Ororo had wanted to ask the same question.
Harry glared at the redhead playfully. "Quiet you." Jean and Ororo broke into quiet giggles but Harry loftily ignored them, going on with his explanation. Now, where was I? Oh yes, the third component. The necklace has the subtle attack, the charm that will influence any guys nearby and turn them away if they think of hitting on you." He paused, looking at Emma seriously. "The diamonds act as the bio-energy draining component of the arrays, you'll probably be eating at least twice as much as before. This diamond however is something else." He gently tapped the diamond set on the left in the necklace. "This is set up for a one shot distress emergency Portkey. I've set it for… for a safe house of mine." Harry didn't want to let Emma in on the secret of his asteroid (which still hadn't been named) just yet, he needed to see a little more of her before trusting her to that level, and he didn't want Charles to know about it at all.
Emma took the pieces of jewelry out of the box one at a time putting them on as she did so. Once she was done she looked at Jean. "What do you think?"
Jean rolled her eyes. "I think you look like a very well to do woman of negotiable affection. Honestly that skirt is too damn short to be legal."
Emma twitched a little but fired back. "I suppose you would know all about that sort of profession wouldn't you?"
Jean scowled a little but before she could fire back Emma turned away. "Now, I just need to see if these charms of yours work Mr. Potter."
"My charms always work Emma," Harry replied drolly, causing Ororo to chuckle and Jean to roll her eyes again.
"Hmm, well I always want to try out the product before buying it Harry." She wondered how to do this, obviously Harry wouldn't flirt with her with his girlfriend right there even if he wanted to, and there was no way she was going to let the bald man touch her. She brightened up after a moment, and grabbed her arm. "This call's for a night on the town, celebration and field test all in one, and you my fine red-haired pervert are coming with me. Are there any nightclubs nearby?"
Harry's eyebrows rose at the name Emma had used to address Jean, but then he grinned. "I see you ran into Jean's tentacle trees?"
"They left quite the impression yes," Emma nodded, smirking at the redhead.
Jean scowled as the others all chuckled she liked her Belsham trees, thank you very much. Turning back to Emma she made a halfhearted gesture of pulling away from her grip. "That's really not my scene, you might be better going off alone, and I don't know where any nightclubs are."
"Oh in that case," answered Emma, dragging the redhead along and heading up the stairs, "you're definitely coming with me. Someone with those legs and your looks and you don't know where the nightclubs are? That's a travesty." The two disappeared up the stairs still bickering, though to Harry's ear it sounded more good natured ribbing than comments meant to actually hurt.
Harry and Ororo looked after them, then looked at one another. "You want to go along?" asked Harry.
Ororo frowned a little then smiled. "I've never been dancing, it could be interesting."
Harry shrugged. He wasn't really of the opinion it would be, loud noises and large crowds didn't really appeal to him all that much, but dancing did, and a little part of his mind said the idea of seeing Jean and Emma dancing especially if they danced together or with Ororo would be a sight to see. He only concentrated on the first aspect of that thought however, imagining moving around the dance floor with his girlfriend and smiling at the image.
Moments later the two no-longer-teenage girls came down. Jean was dressed in jeans so tight they almost looked painted on, and a tight stripped shirt over it leaving only a little to the imagination thanks mostly to the fact she also wore a bra underneath it. Emma wore the same tight skirt as before, which barely came to mid thigh on her, but had replaced her blouse with a cropped shirt that covered her chest but let her stomach bare.
She was frowning however, in that the shirt was creamy pink. She looked down at Harry from the staircase, asking "I Don't suppose you could change the color of this for me could you?"
"You do know though that white is the color associated with virgins, right? It doesn't exactly suit you." said Jean dryly.
"And diamonds and snow and frost," Emma reposted, looking at her and smirking a little. "All of which white also signifies and does fit me quite well." She turned back to Harry, gesturing at Jean grandly. "Change hers to red too, will be a bit of a matching pair that way."
Before Jean could protest her shirt changed color as she watched, and so did her jeans. Her shirt now was striped black and red, and her jeans were solid red. Emma nodded approvingly. "Excellent, what do you two think?"
"I think it looks good," Harry replied shrugging, "then again Red always looks good whatever she's wearing, just like you and Ororo." Emma and the others smiled at the compliment, recognizing it for an honest compliment.
Ororo interlaced her arm with Harry's, looking up at the two younger girls. "We'll be coming out with you if that's alright."
Emma nodded. "That would be fine by me," thinking that if her charmed items didn't work Harry would be right there to try and fix them. Jean just nodded gratefully, happy that her friend (and Harry too) would be there.
The four of them piled into Harry's car, leaving Emma's at the mansion for now. Both younger girls were surprised by the amount of room in the back of the supercar. Normally there wouldn't be any room back there, but Harry had somehow expanded it enough to put to more seats down. At their astonished looks Harry merely said, "space expansion charm," and left it at that.
Once they were all in Harry looked back at the girls. "Now, where are we going exactly?"
Jean sighed, not happy to admit she did know where a dance club was after her earlier protests to the contrary. "There's a discotheque downtown, it's called Margaritaville." Duncan's attempted to take me on dates there a few times."
"Attempted," said Emma laughing softly. "And you continue to reiterate that he's not your boy-toy?"
Jean looked at him her and sighed then said bluntly. "He's my meat shield, there are you happy, I'm going out with him because that protects me from the interest of other people."
"I see," Emma laughed again. "Now it becomes clear. That poor boy, though I doubt he complains overmuch, being able to be seen in public with someone like you."
"Hell no," said Jean gesturing down at herself, "Would you if you got close to this?"
"Only if I couldn't touch." Emma reached out, rubbing her hand down the outside of one of Jean's thighs causing the other girl to stiffen and smack her hand away.
"Am I going to have to tie you up or something? Then again you might just enjoy that." Emma chuckled, raising one finger as if she were a fencer indicating a touch.
Ororo chuckled at the byplay going on behind them while Harry merely smirked and revved the engine. "Now, seeing as this has a notice-me -not ward on it, I wonder if I can get up to its max speed before I reached this Margaritaville place."
Both the women in the back grinned along with Ororo and Harry put his peddle down and went for it, and was only because the entrance was very well greased that the gate opened before they slammed into it. As the houses whizzed by Jean shook her head. "You know I didn't think you could go 90 miles on a 25 mile an hour road."
"With magic my dear anything is possible," replied Harry, smirking.
Not 10 minutes later the group arrived at the front of the night club, causing quite a stir in the crowd outside with the sheer magnificence of Harry's car, which wasn't actually on sale in the states just yet. They zoomed around a bit searching for a parking space, since Harry refused to let the valet park his car. That done the quartet got out of the car and was soon joining the line entering the club.
The trio of exotically beautiful girls drew ma, many an admiring look as did Harry, who had taken the time to change his clothing a bit. Now he wore loose black pants and a good shirt. Ororo was dressed in tight black business pants, a creamy white shirt that set off her skin color beautifully, and a scarf with a jaguar pattern on it around her neck, something her sister had bought her for her last birthday (actually her sister had bought most of what she was wearing tonight at various holidays).
They watched as a few people were turned away for no reason that Harry could see, but eventually they came to the front and the bouncer took one look at them and was about to wave them off due to the girls ages when Emma held up a credit card. The name Frost was at the top, and it was an exclusive business credit card.
The bouncer took it a look at it a little stunned then said roughly "ID?"
Emma glared at him. "That is my ID."
The bouncer shifted a little uncomfortably under her cold stare, and whispered something to the man with the clipboard standing next to him. The man looked at the card whispered something into a microphone and got a reply which caused him to pale dramatically, and the two bowed them in quickly.
The club was a two story building, with the central section a dance floor surrounding by booths set into the walls and a bar along one wall with a high ceiling. The second floor was two overlooking strips along two sides filled with loose tables. The music was pounding, the dance floor was almost full and the bar and tables were busy too.
Jean smiled a little, she hadn't been in a place like this before, mostly because of fear that her power would act out as well as Charles' mental blocks on her. But now she wasn't as concerned about her power acting out the mental blocks as she had been, and the blocks were gone, allowing her more passionate emotions and feelings out so she could enjoy this kind of thing far more. She didn't like the flashing light things, but the music was decent and the atmosphere was pretty lively, and she felt excitement building up in her.
Emma pulled her onto the dance floor immediately, and the two girls began to dance around one another moving to the beat of the music. Ororo and Harry exchanged a glance, and after chuckling a little followed. When they began to dance it was much more sensual, with Ororo and Harry grinding against one another from the back and front, and despite the fact that this was the first time either of them had done something like this they were enjoying themselves immensely.
Emma was ecstatic. Normally if she was out on the town and dressed like this she would be getting hit on almost constantly, but the charm seemed to be working perfectly. Not one boy tried to hit on her, though many tried to get between her and Jean, only to be shot down the moment they tried to dance with the redhead.
The group stayed on the dance floor for about five songs, and then moved off to a booth that had just cleared, sitting down and waving their hands in their faces trying to cool down. Harry waved a waiter over, and looked over the drinks menu. "I'll have a Long Island Iced Tea."
Ororo spoke next. "I will have a Jack Rose I believe it is called?" The waiter nodded, almost mesmerized by the exotic beauty in front of him and Ororo cocked a white eyebrow at the two girls across from her. "Do you two want anything?"
"I'll have an Appletini," said Emma crisply, as will the lady beside me."
"Don't order for me like that!" said Jean angrily smacking her shoulder. "I'll have…" she looked over the menu. She had never actually been out to drink, and had no idea what she liked. She just didn't want to go along with Emma's suggestion, so she decided. "I'll have a Long Island iced tea too please."
Emma smirked a little at her."I would've pegged you as someone who's never been drunk before, but if you want to go straight to the hard stuff that's fine by me. I predict you will be an amusing drunk."
"And I predict that you will catch an STD within a year," said Jean looking at her drolly. Emma twitched, her eyes narrowing angrily.
The quartet continued to banter back and forth, enjoying themselves and the atmosphere around them as their drinks arrived. Emma alas was proven a little too correct for Jean's tastes; the first sip of her drink nearly had her gasping. Before the waiter could leave she asked, "Could we get some pretzels or something for the table please?"
She had to put something in her belly or else the drink would go straight to her head and she vowed never to let Emma see her drunk. She just knew the other girl would hold that over her. Emma smirked at her, signaling that she in fact already knew what Jean was thinking, and Jean scowled back at her.
The discussion continued, with all four of them drinking their drinks happily and talking and laughing. Emma felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off her, seeing the charm work that Harry had given her had made her feel as if she could face the Hellfire Club with her head held high. Despite the fact she couldn't test the other charm yet, it made her feel very hopeful that it would work just as well. If it did she could deal with anything else they threw at her.
Jean and Ororo stood up for a moment, heading towards the bathroom. Emma waved them off when they asked if she wanted to come with them.
Harry leaned back looking at the girl in front of him thoughtfully. Even now, there was a certain caginess to Emma, an inner self that she wasn't letting anyone see. Not so much an inner self though, more like inner thoughts and some worry that she isn't willing to share.
He decided to see if he could get her to confide in him a bit. "I can tell something else is bothering you, something not related to the spells I gave you?"
"My worries are my own," responded Emma coldly, her good humor dimming. "I thank you for your help area, but there are some things that one needs to do alone. Some things you can't help me with."
Harry shrugged. "Wasn't offering actually, I have my own irons in the fire, frankly a little too many at the moment. No, I was just going to give you a bit of advice and tell you a little bit of a story." Emma cocked her head to one side, her interest aroused.
Harry began, waving a hand and putting up a mild notice-me-not ward, making people around them unable to hear what they were talking about. "Back in my home dimension, there was a school for witchcraft and sorcery called Hogwarts, where I learned how to use my magic. At Hogwarts there were four different houses, which you were sorted into as a child because the sorting device could sense in you specific traits." He wasn't about to describe the sorting hat, the thing had been utterly ridiculous to him when he was a child.
"Typecasting so early," said Emma leaning back and looking at him then around at the crowd. Most of her attention was on his story, wondering where he was going with this.
Harry smiled a little sadly. "Yes that's not exactly a good idea normal long run is it? Anyway, they were Gryffindor, home of the brave or so they thought, most of them were just headstrong and foolish which they thought was bravery. Then there was my house of Ravenclaw, the home of the intelligent or at least the book smart. It was a rare Raven that knew that life outside of books could teach you much more than the books themselves alone. Then there was Hufflepuff, home of the hard-working and loyal, and sadly the easily led and influenced, with a certain herd mentality. Finally the last was Slytherin, the house of the cunning and ambitious. Also home of the arrogant and the idiotically inbred, but like all the other houses it had its good people too."
"A few of my friends were in that house, and they were most cunning the most ambitious and above all sneaky. I don't know what your problems are, but from the moment I met you, you struck me as intelligent, cunning and driven, so I'm going to simply suggest you keep on being a Slytherin. Bide your time with whatever your problem is until you have the perfect opportunity, then strike like a snake." His eyes hardened noticeably. "No hesitation, no remorse, quick and certain. It is the only way sometimes."
Emma's head cocked to one side, her eyes far colder than they had been. "And If I have to break laws or do something most people would consider immoral, what then?"
Harry shrugged. "Given your situation and what I know of your family I don't care, and neither do you. Sometimes laws are merely guidelines, made to fit the norm but not the specific. So long as like a true Slytherin don't do anything that can be traced back to you it doesn't really matter to me. I trust you enough to know that you won't go overboard or involve innocents. But I would hate to see you take unnecessary risks."
Emma smiled a little coldly, thankful that her friend understood. "I'll take that advice to heart Harry." She went on changing the subject. "but I would like some way to keep in contact, you mentioned several business opportunities that might be very interesting."
Harry nodded. "I'll have Hedwig deliver something a communication mirror to you with instructions on how it works. Since it's based off magic I doubt you'll run into anyone who can trace it, and seeing as that was almost impossible in my old dimension evenwith magic it should be safe even if you do."
Emma smirked a little at him. "Just make sure the mirror is something I can be seen with hmm? Make it small and white please."
The serious moment passed and a minute later Jean and Ororo rejoined them, having turned down several offers to dance from various guys, and at one point a very tipsy girl. The two sat down, and the group ordered another round of munchies and drinks, before getting up to dance again forty minutes later.
Ororo and Harry moved to the center of the dance floor, gently moving against one another, Ororo's back to Harry's front in a sensual dance as Harry gently kissed up the side of her neck to her ear nibbling on it before she turned in his arms, kissing him slowly, then making her way to his neck, where she snuggled in a little. Harry's hands fell to Ororo's thighs while hers went around his waist and grabbed his rear, and the two continued to move against one another, ignoring the outside world for a moment.
There was just something about their movements, something more than a normal couple dancing that made people back away and stare. It caused blushes to appear on the girl's faces and grins on many of the guys. Others developed leers until they saw Harry looking at them with hard emerald eyes speaking eloquently of pain, causing them to look away fearfully.
Emma and Jean were dancing together nearby, though unlike their friends they were actually dancing with the music which had changed back to a heavy metal song. They looked over and saw this and Emma bit down on the urge to frown, a little bit of jealousy making itself known in her mind.
Jean again was somehow able to see it despite her control and laughed. "See what I mean. That is a very, very tough act to follow."
"But not an impossible one," answered Emma looking at her. "Besides, something easily gained isn't worth the effort taken the first place."
Jean stared at her for a moment before leaning forward so that their faces were an inch away from one another. This time there was no teasing note in their staring contest, Jean was completely serious. "If you try to fuck up their relationship I will kill you, understand?"
Emma shook her head smirking a little. "I wasn't thinking of anything so crass. Joining them was what I had in mind, I told you that before we left the mansion."
"I didn't think you are serious," Jean said leaning away and blushing a little at the idea, ignoring the guys who had been looking at the hot chicks who almost looked like they were going to start making out in any second.
Emma shook her head again. "Oh please, as if the thought hadn't occurred to you a time or two. I saw how you look at him, and her too."
Jean frowned again, wondering how the hell this girl could read her so easily. Then she saw something over Emma's shoulder which made her frown even harder. "Excuse me a moment," she said, her voice an alloy of fury and control. "I see someone I need to…talk to." With that she strode away, the crowd of dancers parting for her easily.
Emma turned and saw what had caused her new friend to react like that and her eyes widened. "Oh dear, she murmured, smirking a little evilly. "The boy-toy is out with another girl!"
Indeed that was the case. Duncan sat on one of the barstools, with a girl Jean recognized as another cheerleader in his lap making out furiously with her.
"This should be good," Emma said to herself and moved up behind Jean to watch the proceedings.
Harry and Ororo had spotted Jean moving through the crowd, the anger crackling off her and almost making her hair stand on end despite her self-control, and the two of them shared a glance before moving to join the two younger women.
"Well at least now I know why you haven't been pressuring me to go out with you so much lately Duncan," said Jean coldly staring at the boy.
Duncan broke off his lip lock with the girl on his lap and stared at Jean incredulously. "Jeanie? What are you doing here?"
"Dancing" said Jean coldly. "Not what you've been doing obviously."
The girl in Duncan's lap, a brunette who jean thought was a junior, turned and looked at her. "Sorry Jean," she said smirking a little at the other girl. "But men have needs you know, if the they can't be met by someone they're going to look for someone else."
"Yes, and opening your legs out for him as such in an excellent way of proving your superiority," said Jean sighed a little and shrugged.
"Honestly Duncan I was going to break up with you anyway. I realized a few weeks ago that we really had nothing in common Duncan, so the idea of dumping you had been sort of playing in my mind. In a way I really should thank you for this," she said looking at the cheerleader on his lap who was frowning at her reaction. "This shows me once and for all what kind of boy he is, not able to keep it in his pants and too cowardly to tell it to my face."
"Ah well," she said flipping a hand airily, "You're welcome to him I suppose. I will say that he has no prospects other than mooching off his family, isn't quite good enough as a quarterback to make it at the college level let alone the pros, his grades are abysmal and he's a bit of a bully and also apparently a cheater. But if that's what you want in a boyfriend be my guest."
"And Duncan," she looked back at the boy who is now a little angrily staring at her. "You kept on pressuring me throughout our entire relationship to go further with you, but if you had been a gentleman, if you had at actually stepped up your game in other ways, maybe I would've let you touch me the way you wanted. Now the closest you'll ever get to me is watching this," she said turning, "walk away."
She deliberately swayed her hips and wrapped one arm around Emma's waist pulling her along, and making her move in the same fashion. Harry smacked his forehead and chuckled a little while Ororo merely shook her head. The two of them followed after the two now grinning and giggling girls.
"Oh," said Emma between chuckles, "that was evil. That little boy's got a hard on now caused by you and the other girl will know it too."
Jean shrugged unrepentantly. "Her fault for letting him cheating on me with her, you get what you pay for after all."
"Of course," Emma said laughing again before she pulled Jean onto the dance floor again. She turned so they would be visible from the bar and ground herself against the other girl's waist. "Now let's see if we can heighten the impact." Jean laughed a little but brought her hands down along the other girl's waist and moved with her to the music.
"I can't take you two anywhere can I?" asked Harry smirking a little at the two girls while he and Ororo danced beside them. They had stopped dancing in their sensual way were not just simply rocking to the music, and as Duncan continued to stare at his now ex-girlfriend they simply enjoyed themselves. After a moment the girl on his waist got disgusted by the fact that he was still staring at Jean while she was on his lap, and left with a huff.
Ororo whispered something in Harry's ear, and then disengaged, reaching over and pulling Jean towards her, pushing her into Harry's arms as Ororo began to dance with Emma. Emma giggled, "Oh my, are you sharing now Ororo? Where do I sign up?"
Ororo smirked a little evilly. "I've never liked her boyfriend you know, so anything I can do to make this more painful for him I'll do. As for signing up, your turn will come."
Jean heard nothing of this, lost in the sensation of Harry's toned, wiry form moving against her, the feel of the bulge in his pants that Ororo (and dare she think it jean herself) had caused grinding against her center as they moved to the music. It was now official, her crush wasn't going away, if anything it was being reinforced every time she was around him.
"You alright Red? I know you and that dick went out for a long time." Harry stared at Jean, his eyes showing his concern for her even as his hands and body ignited the fire within her.
Jean sighed, letting her head fall forward, her hair cascading down her face. "I am now, just, keep holding me like this." Harry didn't reply, simply continued to dance with her.
Behind them Duncan stared even more angrily now, his hands clenching and unclenching as he saw the Potter poof dance with his girl. A moment later he got up, determined to get back at the man where it would hurt the most.
After another few minutes Jean leaned back, staring at him through narrowed eyes. "Why the hell do you keep claling me Red? I haven't heard you use my name since the whole Phoenix thing."
Harry chuckled, leaning away a little nervously, and was saved by Emma pulling Jean away and taking her place. Well for a given value of saved, since Emma's attempt to grind against him apparently activated the second ward, and his burgeoning excitement died swiftly. Emma felt it and stared up at him with wide eyes, then the two broke into laughter, only reinforced by the looks of confusion on Jean and Ororo's face.
The night passed quickly after that, and soon enough the quartet made their way outside. Jean was not drunk much to the chagrin of Emma, but Emma was a little tired, not having eaten enough to sustain the aversion charm for several hours and the single activation of the other ward.
They walked to their car, and stopped suddenly, looking at Duncan's unconscious form. Ororo looked at Harry who shrugged. 'I have a few surrpsies for anyone trying to steal or deface my car. Guess the dickless wonder wanted to get back at us for some reason."
Jean shrugged and stepped over Duncan's comatose form, ignoring the temptation to follow Emma's suggestion of stepping on him in various sensitive places. "I guess he's even more of a coward than I thought then."
The group piled in and made their way back to the mansion. Once there Harry looked at Emma. "You have a choice, either I can give you an anti-hangover potion and let you drive home or you can stay here."
Since it was nearly three in the morning this was a no brainer to Emma even before Jean spoke up. "You can stay in my room if you want, it's big enough."
'I'll stay here then," Emma answered Harry. "I've always wanted to have a sleepover, this could be fun."
Ororo smiled. "You know I never gone to a sleepover, this could be fun." Jean nodded happily at that, though said they should still use her room since it had a TV, which Ororo's did not. The women made their way upstairs but Emma turned back to Harry, who was about to raid the kitchen for a drink. "Oh by the way, I have that scanner equipment you wanted, its in two boxes in the boot of my car." She tossed him her keys, which Harry caught easily. "I think with that our deal is concluded Harry Potter."
Harry grinned up at her then went to her car and found the two boxes in her boot as Emma had said. It was a tough fit, and a person would normally have had difficulty getting the things out, but harry simply used a Wingardium Leviosa on both boxes and they swiftly levitated them into the air.
Moments later Harry was in his work room, setting up the monitors, Juggernaut's helmet ready and waiting to be scanned. This analysis would take him the rest of the night, but with Harry's magic sustaining him he felt it was time well spent, because by the time dawn broke he had figured out the atomic properties of Harrytanium, and even how to make more of it.
As sunlight began to stream in through the windows Harry smiled, looking out over the mansion's grounds. "With this, I can figure out how to use it, and maybe even add it to my crysis suit and the others outfits. Once that is done, it will be time to move on. The time had come to gather some allies of his own, and to move his plans forward.