McDonald’s
Though very hungry, Harry had no Muggle money, so he hid in the bushes and
waited until a car passed through the drive through. As it pulled away from
the restaurant, Harry aimed his wand at it and said, “Accio Big Mac.”
A Big Mac appeared in his hand. Suddenly the car stopped and backed up to
the window again.
“Hey!” the driver yelled honking his horn. “I ordered a Big Mac! Can’t you high school dropouts do anything right?”
Harry sat and smiled in satisfaction as the poor kid working the drive through window handed the driver another Big Mac. “I don’t know why I keep using the drive though,” the driver said. “You guys leave something out of my order every time because you think I’ll be miles away before I check it. I’m on to you!” And with that, the car sped off.
“Well,”
said a voice behind Harry. “That was amusing.”
Harry got to his feet and took a bite out of his Big Mac as he looked the owner of this voice over. She was blonde, attractive, and wore a very nice women’s business suit.
“Who’re you?” Harry said, though his words were muffled by the hamburger in his mouth.
“My name is Marita,” she said. I have some information about your murder case.”
Harry swallowed his bite of burger and said, “screw your information. You got a hotel room nearby?”
Delta
Chelsea Hotel
Room 1121
2 hours later
Harry lay naked in Marita’s bed. “That was excellent,” he said
through heavy breaths.
Marita, also naked, lay in his arms. “Muggle men never last that long,” she said, a hint of amazement in her voice. “And they never have such big…” her voice trailed off.
“Engorgement charm, baby,” Harry said with a cocky grin. “The only guys who got any at Hogwarts are the ones who could do that properly. Now, tell me about this information.”
Marita ran her hand up Harry’s chest. “I’ll tell you anything,” she whispered.
“Who are you? I mean, really?” said Harry.
“I’m Marita Covarupius. I used to be Special representative to the Secretary General of the UN, but the UN pays dick and I got tired of having a paragraph for a job title, so I quit and got a job as Muggle Liaison to the Ministry of Magic. I still have a paragraph job title, but it pays better.”
“So what are you doing here?”
“I wanted to tell you that Krycek didn’t just show up in that office building by accident. He’s the man behind all these attacks. He’s been apparating across the country, calling FBI agents with anonymous tips and getting them to investigate some false lead on their own, then he kills them.”
“But why?” asked Harry.
Marita shrugged. “I don’t know. All I know is that you and Mulder had the killer and you let him get away.”
“Yeah, well we kicked his ass first, though,” reasoned Harry. “I mean, we put the smackdown on that guy.”
“Yeah,” said Marita dreamily. “That was hot.”
Harry took his cue and grabbed Marita and flipped her over so that he was on top and she was on the bottom. She had a thrilled look in her eyes, knowing the rigorous pleasure her body was in for.
“Again?” she said breathlessly. “We went on forever.”
Harry smiled his cocky smile again. “I’m 17, baby. I could keep doing this all day long.”
As the two of them fell into another passionate love making session, neither noticed a rather ugly looking rat skitter silently out from under Marita’s bed and to the balcony, where it jumped off and landed on the street eleven floors below, unharmed.