Snitches get Stitches

Harry searched every dresser drawer and every closet shelf in Sirius’ bedroom for things to take to the party. Harry stole all his liquor, all his weed, and his carton of cigarettes. Then Harry locked his door and pulled it shut.

If Sirius showed up with Lupin the next day then he could just magically unlock it and hopefully blame his lack of substances on his convenient memory lapses.

“Did I steal your stuff? Hmm? No. Must have been whoever sprained my wrist.”

Mandy had music playing from the telly in the living room and her brother and cousins were already there. One of her cousins - Iggy, maybe? - was flicking through Sirius’ albums on the bookshelf.

“Don’t break those,” Harry warned him on his way to the kitchen. Mickey’s eyes followed Harry and Harry half-wished he would as well.

Harry was feeling reckless, rash, impulsive.

It was as if Fred’s letter had pushed Harry off the side of a cliff that he’d been dangling on for a while.

Harry lost everything the night of the third task, he just didn’t know it.

Harry lost his only real home, his friends, the bloke that loved him. Harry lost his godfather, he lost his cousin, he lost his owl.

Then they took his wand and said ‘thanks for being the Boy-Who-Lived, but piss off now’. If they wanted Harry to be a muggle, he’d be a muggle.

Harry could learn about music and movies and he could integrate himself so firmly in his new world that nobody could recognize him. Harry could pick up an American accent and he’d take his punishment and twist it to something brilliant.

It wasn’t exile, it was freedom.

Harry could do anything he wanted. And all he wanted was to drink and relish in the drop off the cliff he’d been on for so long.

Harry grabbed a stack of cups from the cabinet and put them beside the three bottles of booze he swiped off Sirius. Harry only knew enough about booze to know that the bigger the number of ‘proof’ the stronger it was.

One with a red dragon on it said 66 proof, so Harry filled a tall cup with it. It tasted terrible at first, but then it tasted like cinnamon and Harry rather liked it.

“Are we drinking?” Mandy asked when she joined Harry. There were more voices in the living room and Harry’s drink was a third of the way gone. Mandy snatched the cup from Harry and took a long drink.

“Jesus,” Mandy sputtered and made a face. “You’re just having straight Fireball?”

“Suppose so,” Harry said. He jumped up to sit on the counter and grinned when Mandy moved to stand between his legs.

“You’re pretty,” Harry told her. “Gorgeous. Lovely. Amazing.”

Mandy really was pretty, probably the prettiest girl that Harry ever met.

“You’re not that drunk,” Mandy laughed. She tilted her chin up and Harry experimentally put the back of his knuckles on the side of her face and slid them softly down her neck, tracing over her collarbone, and then resting his hand on her shoulder.

“I’m not drunk, I’m just… I can do anything,” Harry tried to explain. “Nobody gives a damn and the people who do just… they aren’t here. I can steal cars with Steve or buy a bloody car-house thing and just fuck off to go see California.”

Fred couldn’t go to California.

Fred couldn’t leave his family, his magic, his dreams behind. And Harry didn’t fit in those anymore. Fred would have to choose between his whole life or Harry and if he chose Harry then he’d eventually regret it.

“Let’s buy a car-house thing and go see California,” Harry told Mandy. He gave her another drink of his cup and then took another drink himself.

“Why California?” Mandy asked. She leaned toward Harry more and he valiantly tried to not notice her breasts that were shown off by her low-cut black tank top.

“I saw it on a video in English class, it looked pretty.”

The water had been a sparkling blue. There were palm trees that looked exotic and interesting. People walked down sidewalks that were clean and decorated with art.

Harry had no idea what film had actually been about. As soon as he saw the beaches and the happy people in their shorts and flip flops, without a problem in the world, Harry had pulled his phone out to try and figure out if he could drive from Chicago to California or not.

And he could. Harry could drive anywhere in the States.

“We should go to Arizona,” Mandy said. “I’ve always wanted to see the Grand Canyon.”

“We can go anywhere!” Harry said with a bubbling laugh. “Just… wouldn’t it be brilliant?”

“Wouldn’t what be brilliant?”

Harry reluctantly looked away from Mandy’s eyes that were sparkling with excitement to see Mickey walking in the kitchen. Mickey grinned crookedly, but Harry didn’t grin back.

“I’ll go,” Mandy said. She started to pull away from Harry, but he lightly wrapped his legs around hers. He wasn’t locking her in place, he was just trying to silently tell her that she didn’t have to leave.

“Can I kiss you?” Harry asked Mickey.

“What?” Mickey sent a quick look over his shoulder toward what sounded like a large crowd in the living room.

“Fuck no you can’t,” Mickey told Harry. “The fuck is up with you?”

“So I can fuck you, but not kiss you?” Harry asked, not bothering to keep his voice down. If someone wanted to have a go at Harry for being bi then Harry would almost welcome a fight at the moment.

“Shut the fuck up,” Mickey snapped. He pointed his unlit cigarette at Harry. “Are you drunk?”

“Not yet,” Harry said truthfully. He could feel the alcohol buzzing through his body, but he wasn’t drunk.

“I can kiss Mandy,” Harry told Mickey. “I can hold her hand and call her babe and take her to a daft pumpkin patch. I can do whatever I want with Mandy.”

Harry didn’t break eye contact with Mickey while he said it, he just hoped that Mandy would back Harry as he kind of assumed she would.

“Good for you,” Mickey said. He had narrowed his eyes some and waved his hand dismissively at them. “Fucking kiss Mandy then.”

It sounded something like a challenge. And Harry wouldn’t back down from a challenge, but he wouldn’t force Mandy—

Mandy leaned up on her tiptoes and laced one hand in the back of Harry’s hair while her other kept her braced on the counter.

Harry looked down and saw yes shining through Mandy’s eyes so clearly that he wondered if she had wanted him to kiss her from the start.

Mandy pulled Harry to her, Harry pulled her to him, and when their lips met it felt right. There weren’t explosions of fireworks in Harry’s head or butterflies flying free in his stomach.

It felt soft, warm, simple.

Harry slid off the counter so he could tilt his head some and deepen the kiss. Mandy bit his lower lip before opening her lips with a sigh to invite Harry’s tongue in her mouth.

Bloody hell.

Mickey might have given a better blowjob, but Harry couldn’t imagine that he snogged better than Mandy.

Harry had one hand on Mandy’s lower back and he slowly shifted it downward until Mandy realized he was waiting for permission and she nodded.

Maybe Mickey left, maybe he stood in the doorway and watch, but Harry found that he didn’t truly care.

When Mandy tried to work her hands beneath Harry’s jacket and shirt, he broke away from her just long enough to pull his hoodie off and toss it… somewhere.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Mandy whispered while she kissed the side of Harry’s neck.

Harry left his cup behind, but grabbed the bottle, and eagerly led Mandy to his bedroom.

If Lip didn’t know over half of the fucking people in Harry’s place, there was no way Harry did.

Lip left Karen on the porch to flirt with some dude from the college while Lip went to find Harry. Mandy said it was BYOB, but Lip scored a couple bottles of good whisky from the liquor store with the broken cameras that he wanted to share.

Not with half the fucking neighborhood though.

The living room was packed and noisy as fuck with music full blast and people laughing and trying to dance. Lip raised his hand when a guy from school yelled his name, but then he went through to the kitchen when Harry wasn’t in the living room.

Ian was in the kitchen sharing some dank smelling weed with Mickey, Kevin, and Veronica.

“Hey, where the hell is Harry?” Lip asked them.

“That’s what I’ve been asking!” Kevin said loudly. He threw his hands up and laughed. “I came to supervise the party, you know like a responsible adult, and he’s gone.”

“You came to drink free booze and party,” Ian laughed. He shrugged at Lip, “I haven’t seen Harry.”

“He’s probably still upstairs fucking my whore sister,” Mickey bit out. He had a half-empty bottle of vodka dangling from his fingers that he took a deep drink from.

Lip raised an interested brow at that remark. Last he checked, Mickey was the whore that Harry fucked. Or Mickey was the whore that fucked Harry. Something like that.

“Yeah? I guess I’ll go check,” Lip said skeptically.

“Tell him to wear a condom cause that bitch has herpes!” Mickey yelled at Lip’s back when Lip started jumping up the stairs two at a time.

Mickey sounded drunk, but he also sounded like a jealous bitch.

There were more people upstairs. Some dude was pissing in the bathroom with the door open. There were two chicks making out while some kid recorded it on his phone. Lip just elbowed his way through the bodies to get to Harry’s door.

It wasn’t locked and Lip doubted if anyone inside could hear him knock over the noise anyway.

Mandy was in Harry’s room, just like Mickey said she would be.

Specifically, Mandy was naked and riding Harry’s dick like a fucking porn star. Harry had his eyes closed and his hair was stuck to his face in sweaty clumps while he held Mandy by the waist and groaned. Harry’s abdomen flexed with his thrusts and Lip noticed a scar on his side, just below his top rib.

Lip had walked in on a lot of people fucking in his life. Fiona treated their entire house like a fucking brothel and Kevin and Veronica liked to fuck outside.

It was standard practice to shut the fucking door on the way out it.

“Take your clothes off or fuck off.”

Lip looked up from Harry’s scar that he’d been examining to see that Mandy was still riding Harry while staring at Lip with hooded eyes.

Lip had a couple threesomes before, but never with another dude.

“My bad,” Lip said, turning down the offer even when his dick twitched in interest. Lip slammed the door shut so he didn’t have to hear the loud fucking moan that Mandy made.

Fuck.

Lip took the main stairs to get to the living room, avoiding the kitchen, and passed his alcohol off to a couple random ass people in the living room in his haste to find Karen.

Karen was still flirting with the dude on the porch, she was twirling her blonde hair around her finger and giggling. Lip just snatched her by the wrist and pulled her along behind him.

“Lip! What the fuck?” Karen demanded. Lip pulled her around the side of the house, hiding between his place and Harry’s, and pushed her against the house to kiss her.

“Oh, a sex emergency?” Karen asked, quickly picking up on Lip’s mood. She had her hand in Lip’s jeans and he groaned when she gripped his half-hard dick.

“Suck it,” Lip moaned. Karen gave great head and Lip didn’t have any lube. She sank down to her knees before taking his entire length in a single bob.

When Lip felt everything tightening and ready to blow, he pulled Karen’s mouth off him by her hair. Lip liked seeing a girl swallow just as much as any other dude, but wasn’t what he wanted. Karen had pulled her panties off and flipped her skirt up as she stood and Lip immediately turned her around to face the house.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Lip worked his way inside Karen while she made breathy little moans.

“Harder,” Karen cried. Lip kept one hand tight on her waist and covered her mouth from behind with his other hand.

“Shut the fuck up,” Lip said. There were times that Lip wanted to hear Karen talk during sex and just as many times when she purposefully irritated him until he stuffed his fingers in her mouth to shut her up.

Lip didn’t last long at all and he bit down hard on Karen’s shoulder when he came. He slid his hand around to get between her legs and curled two fingers inside her until she came as well.

Never let it be said that Lip didn’t care about his partner’s pleasure. A satisfied customer was a repeat customer and all that.

“Why my ass?” Karen asked. They had fixed themselves up quickly and rejoined the party people on the porch to have a smoke.

“It’s tight,” Lip said. It wasn’t a calculated decision, Lip just felt like it.

“Mhmm.” Karen blew smoke directly in Lip’s face, just being annoying, and then smiled sweetly. “What had you so hot and bothered that you lasted like four fucking minutes?”

Lip reached out and played with the edge of Karen’s skirt and smirked at her.

“Probably this slutty ass skirt,” he said.

Karen rolled her eyes and slapped Lip’s hand away.

“Okay except you were practically ready to go when you came out here,” Karen said. “So…?”

“Mandy Milkovich,” Lip said. He shrugged. “She was riding someone’s dick and offered to let me fuck her. I figured I’d find you instead.”

“Oh, ugh.” Karen crinkled her nose up in distaste. “At least I don’t have fucking gonorrhea.”

“Not since the antibiotics anyway,” Lip quipped dryly.

“Does she really have her nipples pierced?” Karen asked. She blew another mouthful of smoke in Lip’s face. “Jackson said she did, but he also said his four inch dick was nine inches.”

Lip tried to remember what Mandy’s tits looked like and came up blank.

“No idea,” he said truthfully. “I didn’t stick around to check for metal.”

Lip ditched Karen shortly after they scratched each others itches. He saw that Fiona and Steve showed up and were dancing in the living room with Kevin and Veronica.

Lip wrapped his hands around his mouth and shouted at his sister.

“Who’s watching Liam?”

“Steve paid Debbie to do it!” Fiona yelled back.

Lip gave Steve a nod of approval. Even if Debbie should have done it for free, Lip was just glad to see his sister cutting loose with her friends and having some fun for once.

There was a distinct sense of deja vu when Lip stepped in the kitchen and found a group of people passing around a joint. Except it wasn’t Kevin, Veronica, Ian, and Mickey- it was just Harry, Mandy, and one of Mandy’s dumbass cousins.

Harry had his hair all fucked up and he was filling the room with his laughter. It was free, loud, and had an edge to it that Lip didn’t recognize.

“LIP!” Harry shouted Lip’s name and stumbled when he turned toward him. Lip reached out automatically to steady him and saw that his eyes were glassy.

“You’re fucking blitzed,” Lip said. He glanced skeptically at the weed Mandy and her cousin were smoking. “Think you had enough?”

“Lip, Lip… your name is so bloody funny.” Harry was propped on Lip’s side and must have forgotten what he was going to say when he started laughing again like a dumbass.

“Yeah, yeah, hysterical. It’s better than Phil,” Lip said. That only made Harry laugh harder until he nearly pulled Lip down with him. Lip guided him to a chair and gave Mandy an irritated look.

“You didn’t stop him from getting this fucked up?” Lip asked her.

Mandy shrugged. “I kept him from going out back and shooting up tar with your dad. So, like, you’re welcome.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

Of course Frank would crash a house party full of teenagers and bring fucking heroin with him. They should have left his ass in Canada.

“Thanks for that,” Lip said. He intercepted the joint when Jamie tried to pass it to Harry. “He’s good, I’ll take his hit.”

“I wanted that,” Harry whined. He pawed at Lip’s arm weakly. “Lipppp…”

“You’re such a lightweight,” Mandy laughed fondly. Lip couldn’t stand the way she looked at Harry, like he was some fucking necklace to wear around her neck.

“He didn’t come out the womb and go straight on the bottle,” Lip said. “Some fucking girlfriend you are.”

Harry started giggling again and grabbed Lip’s arm to jerk him down to Harry’s level.

“We’re going to California,” Harry whispered loudly. “In a house car.”

“An RV?” Lip asked, grinning when Harry nodded emphatically. “You want an RV to go see California? You know it’s like a two thousand mile drive, right?”

“Do it in a week,” Jamie drawled. “Then you can stop and see shit. There’s free weed in Colorado.”

“It’s not free, it’s legalized, dumbass,” Lip scoffed.

“You wanna come?” Harry asked Lip. “You can. We’ll see the… it’s grand? Mandy?”

“Grand Canyon,” Mandy said. She smiled at Lip when he looked over at her. “Harry wants to see a palm tree and I want to see the Grand Canyon.”

“Yeah, I mean you’d have to buy an RV, pay for gas, and—”

“I’m going to steal guns and sell them!” Harry said loudly. “And- and this bloke,” Harry flapped his hand toward Jamie, “said I can help him move product to get more money.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

Mandy was going to get Harry killed.

“You’re using him to sell drugs?” Lip asked. He shoved Jamie in the shoulder, knocking him back. Jamie was so fucked up he tripped on the bottom step of the staircase and just stayed there.

“Bitch,” Jamie slurred before laying his head on the wall and closing his eyes.

“Nobody’s using Harry for anything,” Mandy said. She stepped over by Harry and ran her hand through Harry’s hair and had Harry leaning in her touch like a pathetic kitten.

“‘M going to get money and a new tattoo and- and a house car…” Harry trailed off and Lip sighed when his dumbass chin hit his chest.

“You’re the shittiest fake girlfriend in the world,” Lip hissed at Mandy. “Move your fucking cousin out of the way.”

“Hey don’t blame me. Harry was in a shitty mood and wanted to party,” Mandy said. She stepped around Jamie and then used the height advantage to kick him off the staircase until he was just a piece of shit passed out on the kitchen floor.

“Why was he in a shitty mood?” Lip asked. He bent down and pulled Harry over his shoulder so Harry’s arms and head hung limply over Lip’s back.

“The guy Harry was screwing said he was only interested in sex, nothing else,” Mandy said. She let Lip pass her on the stairs so he could carry Harry up to toss his ass in bed.

“Yeah?” Lip asked. Did Mandy know it was her brother that Harry was fucking around with? “Did Harry tell you that?”

“He asked him, right in front of me,” Mandy said. “And when he got shot down for romance, or whatever, we had revenge sex. Which, I know you watched, you fuckin’ perv.”

“Don’t fucking flatter yourself,” Lip said. “Open that fucking door, Harry’s ass is heavy.”

Mandy reached out to open Harry’s door for Lip and then they both stopped dead in the doorway. Lip wanted to blame the one hit he took off the joint for playing tricks with his vision, but Mandy looked as shocked as he was.

Ian stood at the foot of Harry’s bed with his jeans around his ankles and his dick buried in Mickey Milkovich’s ass.

“Oh, fuck,” Mandy breathed.

“Uh… party’s over, get the fuck out,” Lip said. He hefted Harry up while Ian and Mickey started mumbling bullshit and pulling their jeans up.

Lip didn’t know what he expected, but finding out that Mickey actually took dick up his ass wasn’t one of the things he’d ever consider putting on his list.