Harry pulled out his "nice" jeans -dark with no holes and not too much wear- a button down burgundy shirt, and trainers. He got dressed, casually spelling his buttons closed, then went back to the kitchen to water his lone plant. Orion, who had been hopping from the counter to the kitchen table, ran over to inspect the water being poured into the soil. Harry smiled down affectionately and decided to forgive the kitten for keeping him up so late. He resolutely chose to not forgive the Wallbanger. Harry gave Orion a head rub, and started to gather his things from the bedroom. When he heard voices on the other side of the wall he set down his shoulder bag and moved closer, putting his ear against the drywall and listening.

“I’ve got you booked so I’ll see you in two weeks.” Harry heard the sub say. His neighbor must not have been in the room because Harry wasn’t able to hear any replies, only this side of the conversation.

“I think I would kill my boss if it wasn’t for you,” the guy said, “You really know how to take the edge off.”

Harry rolled his eyes, What a wanker this guy is.

He heard laughter through the wall and then the sub said, “No I was NOT referring to edging. Don’t even get that idea in your head. You’d probably leave me unsatisfied for hours if I had the money to pay.”

Harry felt his eyebrows rise into his hairline, Pay??

A knock on his front door interrupted any hope of hearing more and Harry rushed to answer it. When he opened the door it was to a bewildered woman who was distracted by her mobile.

"Er, hello?" he said, and she looked up at him with a hesitant smile.

"Hi," she said, "Did you order a ride? I'm sorry I'm late. I had trouble with my mobile, but I did try to call you. Do you want me to carry anything? We can still make it to the meeting easily. Traffic isn't bad."

Harry cringed at the word mobile and hoped it wasn't his magic causing issues with the reception. Hermione had warned him about his casual use of wandless. She said wands give more direction but Harry's magic came so easily since the war that most of the time he didn't really think about it. Magic was just something he did, like walking, or breathing.

"Sorry, um… I'm not looking for a ride," Harry said, "which flat number are you looking for?"

The girl blushed, "Oh of course I messed that up too. So sorry," she said and looked down at her phone, "I need flat 394.”

The Wallbanger. Harry thought bitterly, Is there no end to this guy interrupting my day?

He pointed to the door on his left, "You're looking for that one, I’m 392. Good luck with your drive," he said.

Harry met Dean and Seamus on site at Xenophilius Lovegood's property. The Rookery, as they had all started to call it, due to it looking like a rook chess piece, was finally coming together. Harry had designed to new buildings to be added onto the property, both of them looking like tall Bishop's from a chess game. One would be given to Xenophilius for his personal research and the other would be used as a publishing house and official headquarters for the Quibbler. Harry suspected that the Quibbler's growing success since the war was a big part of the reason that Luna had wanted a renovation and the addition of two buildings.

Currently, Dean and Seamus were renovating the Rookery to be exclusive for family time and adventure planning, as Luna had requested. The guys took Harry through the house, showing him the new open floor plan for the main floor and the kitchen. They kept the walls covered in the late Pandora Lovegood's paintings, broaden the spiral staircase, and did proper repairs for the “quick fixes” that littered the house. Once he was finished with the walkthrough, Harry ordered lunch for the two of them and headed to his next meeting across town.

Neville had brought in Blaise Zabini for interior design in late 1999, when Harry was only in his third project. Working with Harry had bolstered the Slytherins reputation substantially and, after a year, Blaise set up an office in central London for interior design. He always put Harry's projects at the top of his list though, and now that they had 4 joint projects under their belt, Harry trusted Blaise's opinion without question.

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Harry sat on a plush office chair and looked over his coffee mug, across the desk, at Blaise. It was his third cup of the day, and he was so tired that the chair felt comfortable enough to fall asleep. After a few moments of silence, he realized that Blaise was waiting for him to respond.

"I'm sorry," Harry said, scrubbing at his face to try and wake up a bit. "I haven't been getting much sleep."

"Problems with the new flat?" Blaise asked.

"No. Yes," Harry gave a humorless laugh. "Honestly, the flat is great but," he looked down at his coffee, feeling a blush start on his cheeks, "I can hear the bloke next door."

"Hear him?"

"Yeah," Harry cleared his throat and lowered his voice, "I hear him having sex."

Blaise lifted an eyebrow, "Is he really that loud?"

"Oh yeah," Harry replied. "This isn't run of the mill sweet sex. It's…" he trailed off, unsure how to classify it, "it's rough, and loud. I call him the Wallbanger."

A smile played on Blaise's lips, "Go on," he said.

People are always curious about what goes on in other people’s bedrooms.

“It was like nothing I've ever heard before," Harry said, gaining confidence in the conversation, despite the blush he could still feel. "The first night, they were banging the walls so hard the canvas from Luna fell off and hit me on the head. And to top it off, there was a round of spanking before they finished."

"How fun!” Blaise said, his eyes widening as he leaned forward.

Happy to finally be confessing, Harry told Blaise about the sub from the night before, then complained that he hadn't been able to sleep because of it.

"This is teaching me a lot about your sexual experiences," Blaise said, his smile in full bloom.

“Shut up Zabini,” Harry replied with an embarrassed laugh. He only called Blaise by his surname when he was being a total prat.

Blaise laughed off the comment and suggested they get to work.

That night Harry went out with Luna and Neville, the latter of which asked a concerning amount of questions regarding Harry's meeting Blaise. Luna told Harry, again, that she was proud of him for what she called "social renovation" meaning his being friendly with anyone outside of Gryffindor. At the bar, jittery from too much caffeine and not enough sleep Harry decided to drink a healthy amount of tequila in hopes that he would pass out and sleep heavily throughout the night. By the end, Luna and Neville had to carry him up the stairs to get to his flat, as he was too drunk to safely apparate.

On the way up, Harry gushed about Luna's pretty hair and told Neville that he was one of the fittest blokes from their year. Laughing at him, his friends pushed him through the door and followed him in.

“You smell like tequila and sexual repression Harry," Neville said, affectionately.

Harry flopped onto the bed, welcoming Orion when Luna brought the kitten over. Once they had tucked him in, Luna and Neville propped themselves on the bed.

Thump.

"Oh here we go," Harry said.

There was another distinct thump and then a moan. The four of them stared at the wall with rapt attention as moans of pleasure started to filter through. A slow smile spread across Luna’s face, and Neville blushed furiously.

It was a woman! Giggles, and cursing. Dirty giggling! The three of them tittered along with her as she moaned, and giggled her way to what sounded like one hell of a climax.

“What the hell is going on?” Neville asked quietly.

“This is the sexual torture I’ve been listening to for the last three nights!” Harry hissed.

“The giggler has been getting done like this for the last three nights?” Luna asked delightedly, then slapped her hand over her mouth as more moaning laughter filtered through the wall.

“No, of course not,” Harry replied. “The first night was some boy who likes to get spanked. Last night I heard the Wallbanger with some bloke who likes to be cuffed to the bed!”

“How do you know that?” Neville asked, sounding a bit accusatory.

“Because I could hear the metal of the handcuffs on the bed frame!”

Luna giggled, “The guy next door is a dom?”

“Apparently so.” Harry buried himself under the covers as the wall began to shake with a rhythmic banging, the giggling and moaning picking up again. Harry could hear the Wallbanger moan and was thankful for the covers when he felt his prick thickening at the sound.

Traitorous cock, Harry thought.

“3 people in 3 nights," Luna said, pulling the covers back from Harry's face. "That’s some kind of stamina!”

At those words, the context of the conversation caught up with them and they all started to laugh.

“Have you seen this guy yet?” Neville asked, once he'd recovered.

"What?"

"I'm just curious," Neville replied, his lips turning up into a sly smile. "Is he hot?"

"I have no idea, I haven't seen him!" Harry replied, decidedly annoyed at the question. "He's loud," he said. Then, because he was still tipsy, added, "his voice is hot though, practically drips sex."

Neville arched an eyebrow. “Maybe you should meet him, Harry. It would probably do you some good, you’re always wound so tight.”

Harry glared at him, and then at Luna for good measure. “Don’t you think it’s possible i just need a full night's sleep?”

Neville and Luna shared a loaded glance then dissolved into giggles again.