Chapter 63: Shooo girl!

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With a flourish of his wand to clean the vomit from the floor beside Maria, Harry got to his feet. Still, the wands of the bodyguards remained aimed at him. He rolled his eyes and said, "Call off your attack doggies, Marco, lest they become…damaged."

Marco shook himself from his reverie and lowered his wand. The bodyguards followed suit. "We have to talk about this," he said. It had taken him long enough.

Harry waved his hands at Maria. "Shoo, girl." He winked at her. "The adults need to talk."

She looked primed to argue, but gave up at a look from Marco.

"You must teach me how to do that," Harry said. "She never shuts up when I tell her to—well, not the first time anyway."

Marco snorted and collapsed into a couch. "It will take years and years of training." He sighed. "Speaking of 'years and years,' it's been a while."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Not quite 'years and years,' though; not even a year, in fact."

"Long enough for me to start suspecting you were dead."

"Sorry about that," Harry said with a wince. "Some…" He hesitated, searching for an appropriate word for SHEILD "…people were looking for me, and I couldn't risk going anywhere near Italy. I assume the men who I just revealed my identity to won't tell anyone?"

"They'll be Obliviated," Marco said, running his eyes over Harry, who had returned to his actual form. "So you're really Harry Potter, huh? I never would've seen that one coming."

Harry shrugged. "Most people don't associate criminals with who don't look anything like them celebrities—especially celebrities famous for killing dark lords." A snort of laughter escaped him. "That would be like thinking every old man is Dumbledore. You should only suspect the crazy ones wearing brightly-coloured clothes," he said wisely.

Marco nodded, equally wise-looking. "And what if I wanted to spot myself a Harry Potter?"

"Well, to find Harry Potter, think of someone who is very powerful, intelligent, strong, charismatic, powerful, handsome, strong, powerful, attractive, intelligent and very, very, very good at referring to himself in third person," Harry said, counting off each word on his fingers. "Now disregard all of that, for Harry Potter is far too intelligent to let himself be found so easily. He is, in fact, far too intelligent to be found at all. Just don't try."

Marco rolled his eyes. "I'll be sure not to."

Harry gazed around at the room. Its walls were decorated with many a painting and portrait, though it was empty but for him and Marco. "Are your parents here?" he asked.

"Nope, they're no holiday. Why'd you ask?"

"Just wondering whether or not to stay here."

Marco grinned. "Invited you to do that have I?"

"You'd never turn me down. I'm but a humble orphan, with no other place to stay," he said, matching Marco's grin.

Marco rubbed at his chin thoughtfully. "I will consider your proposition. An alliance between the Aureliuses and the Potters would indeed be great," he said, his tone posh.

"Of course," Harry agreed. "I'm sure it would bring great prestige to both families. How would we go about creating such an alliance? Forgive me for my ignorance, but I am a lowly half-blood, after all."

Marco's grin returned, now turning evil. "Well, we'd of course have to set up a marriage contract." He cackled. "Who do you want, me or Maria?"

Harry frowned. "I can't have both?" he said, his tone mournful. "I guess I'll just have to settle for you, then. Maria is pretty awful in bed."

Marco seemed to choke on air. "You-"

"Don't look so surprised, Marco. She's had a crush on me for years, and is pretty attractive." Harry smirked. "Why do you think I decided to some back in the first place?" He sighed. "You're so innocent and naïve." With a yawn, he got to his feet. "Anyway, which way is Maria's room? I'm pretty tired."

He awaited no answer before strolling from the room, casually whistling.

'A fantastic performance,' Loki said. 'I feel as though it could've used a bit more cackling, though. And maybe a bit of greater detail to make him feel more uncomfortable.'

'Maybe next time.' Harry hummed, scaling the stairs. 'Think I should continue with this?'

'Most definitely; it's rather amusing. It would be more so if you managed to get Maria involved.'

Harry snorted. 'And how would you just I do that?'

'I don't know.' Loki hummed. 'Perhaps you should just go up to her and say, "Maria, I need you to sleep with me for a prank."'

Now nearing where he knew from past experience Maria's room was, Harry said, 'Okay.'

Loki seemed to be suddenly alarmed. 'You're not actually going to do it just to annoy me?'

'I would never.'

Knocking on Maria's door, Harry called out, "Maria, I need you to sleep with me for a prank!"

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'I can't believe she denied me,' Harry said, waking up in his own room.

'Me either,' said Loki. 'I mean, how could she when your proposition was so subtle and eloquently put?'

'Perhaps it was too subtle.' Harry nodded to himself, laughing. 'That must be it.'

Loki snorted. 'You are truly a master in the art of seduction.'

With a slight yawn, Harry rolled out of bed. For a moment he contemplated unpacking his backpack, which sat in the corner into which it had been hurled. It took him a few seconds to decide that it wasn't worth the effort, and that Marco probably had nicer clothes anyway.

He wandered over to the cupboard and threw it open. Suits greeted him, lots of suits.

'Well,' Loki said, 'it seems as though Marco wants you to look like a mini version of him.'

'I do look fantastic in a suit.' Harry grinned. 'Then again, I look fantastic in anything.'

'Of course you do; you take after me.'

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