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For as long as Cygnus could remember he had wondered what it was like to be wanted. He stared at the letter his now ex-girlfriend had sent him. "I told you so—" his grandfather laughed for a moment, "—those Parkinson women are good at breaking hearts."
He had been sure that she'd be the one for him. He sucked in a breath.
"She was just a quick lay." Pansy Parkinson was not his first. He was often told that he was the pretty boy of Slytherin, although he'd never tell a soul that his first had been a troll of a girl by the name of Millicent Bulstrode a few days before he'd heard that.
She'd had more facial hair then he could grow at the time.
"Stop crying and go help train our new ranch hands then."
He wiped his face furiously, trying out the occlumency exercises that his grandfather had taught him. Cygnus went to their kitchen sink and washed his face in the hopes of hiding his shame.
[***]
They had the traditional two interns, though Cygnus thought his grandfather had chosen poorly this year. "Why are you two here?" They lacked the callouses that helped in protecting their hands from the feathers of the last of their hippogriff herd, for one thing.
The first girl started in French, but Cygnus cut her off. "We are in England, so you will speak English while you work here." They shared a look. "Go on."
He understood her through her accent, "I am Anais Bisset," Cygnus knew the surname as some sort of company that was very successful, "My great-grandfather, Deo Bisset, sent me here to see if some trades could be made at a later date."
Cygnus nodded, grateful for her honesty. He turned to the other girl, "And you?"
"I am Anfisa Ivanov," She said slowly, struggling with the language. He wouldn't take pity on her, "I come to England to learn more of… of winged horses."
"My name is Cygnus, your new overseer. Today we're doing a tour and introductions with the other staff; after I figure out the schedules, I'll put you to work."
So Cygnus began the first chore of Christmas break, going through the stables and their caregivers at record speed.
He was proud that he didn't show his disdain for their newest hippogriff, who had been called Buckbeak by his old owner, as he was bullied away from the feed. Cygnus had been forced to intervene on behalf of the little guy.
"That's not nice," Cygnus called from outside their pen, "Duchess, share some with him or you'll get fat and ugly!"
The hippogriff filly in question squawked in horror and practically threw her biggest slice of meat from her beak and into Buckbeak's waiting maw.
He continued the tour, to where the Abraxans were housed.
He helped the stable hand that had been bucked up and sighed, "Be more careful next time." He got a grunt in answer as the healer that was stationed nearby finally made it to their location and began diagnosing him.
Cygnus continued the tour.
[***]
He completed the schedules and rotations around midnight. The schedules were as always the normal everyday duties, from the least popular task (mucking) to the days they had off. He was currently sat at their table where their Ministry provided healer was checking over his grandfather's vitals he was doing his winter coursework amidst the murmured spells.
"Very good, Mister Lestrange," the healer said in poor mockery of his grandfather's tongue, making Cygnus look up. His grandfather had taken the last of his potions so now it was up to him to make sure he made it back safely to his room where another healer would make sure he made it to the loo and such.
Cygnus stood up and gave a small bow to the tired man as he grabbed his grandfather by the shoulder.
Lowell Lestrange had been formidable back in his day, according to the portraits of their ancestors, and he wondered now how a simple blow to the head had altered his abilities to take care of himself.
"Grandfather," Cygnus said in his best French, "I have work today," His grandfather wouldn't let him go, a gleeful look on his face.
"Where's the fun in that?" His grandfather had lost his ability to speak (and possibly) understand English thanks to the blow he had taken; Cygnus did his best to keep up, coming from a family that had French roots he'd learned the language from a young age, although he'd neglected it up until recently.
"Work is work," he explained patiently, hoping against hope he wouldn't have to wait with him until the healer came. His grandfather's face looked stricken and he bit back the sigh with a forced smile, "What story would you like today, Grandfather Lowell?"
[***]
The break passed pretty much the same way after that, he had set up the things so his grandfather wouldn't be left alone for too long upon the end of the break as he'd made sure to do since he was twelve.
"What'd I miss?" Cygnus asked as Blaise Zabini, his best mate, looked over one of the nudies he was so fond of. He closed the curtains of his bed.
"Your girlfriend moved up on the ladder," Blaise said with nothing short of annoyance, "she won't stop snogging Malfoy now."
"How much you want to bet I can fix that?"
"No bet, I'll pay you," Blaise snapped, "Its so annoying! Fer fecks sake when he brings her up here—I think he's in love." Cygnus rolled onto his back, stretching his arms above his head with a yawn.
"What do you mean?" He asked, wonder filled him for a moment. There was no way…
"Sometimes he just sits there, listening," Cygnus waited for the punchline amidst the sound of his friend's increasingly loud pants.
"What else?" He asked after Blaise gasped and stopped five minutes later. By then he had begun looking for the herbs that they smoked after Blaise washed his hands.
"Nothing else," Blaise grunted when he opened his curtains, pouring with sweat, "I swear even Nott is tired of it—and you know him…" Cygnus laughed quietly at the mention of Malfoy's fourth wheel, expertly loading their pipe.
Cygnus gulped when he spotted Pansy, who turned her nose up at him and went to Malfoy's bed. He gave her a shy smile, plotting on the best way to ruin her relationship. Her sneer sent him to the point of no return, a plan formed within his mind in that instant.
Blaise returned and helped Cygnus cast the charms they had learned for this very occasions.
"How's your mum?" Cygnus asked as they sat on his bed, Blaise shut the curtains and Cygnus lit the pipe, taking the first puff.
Blaise snatched the pipe from him, inhaling a good portion of the spliff.
They released their smoke at the same time, each releasing a different animal. Where Blaise chose something flashy, in this case a griffin, Cygnus sometimes went for his worst fear—"Why?!" Blaise cried as the small troll glided towards him.
Cygnus didn't know why he always just sat there, even as he laughed. He also didn't bother asking why he was afraid of such a creature, since his reaction was too funny.
Cygnus inhaled the last of it, releasing troll after troll. Blaise ran out in the middle of it and Cygnus was grateful that he shut the curtain after himself. With a great release of smoke rings, Cygnus opened his curtains after spelling away the smoke—"You didn't answer my question," he said with his sweetest smile.
For a long moment they stared at one another, one set of bloodshot eyes to the other before Blaise caved, "She's still not interested in your grandfather," Cygnus sighed in relief and began laughing for a moment. Blaise grimaced, "She's retired."
"You're joking," Cygnus said as Blaise resumed sitting on his bed, again the curtains were shut. Blaise sighed, his bitter face in place, "What's the big deal?"
"Mummy dearest changed her mind about making me the immediate heir to her fortune," Cygnus winced, recalling Blaise's plans, "I have to do stuff to earn it: dirty things…"
"I… I think you need to come out to her, if she loves you she'll understand," Blaise glared at him, but it was probably the hateful thoughts he had directed at him from within, "Blaise… don't listen to her!" He shouted, despite himself.
"Where would I go?" He demanded, "I haven't even touched a boob! Girls have two of them right? Yes, that's right… mummy dearest doesn't understand why I don't want kids, she wants the sheets delivered to Gringotts you know, they'll make sure that I had sex with—with a… woman!"
Cygnus sighed when he began crying, "How do I tell my mum I'm gay?"
"How did I tell my grandfather that Lucius Malfoy got money for Narcissa Black, while we got land that we had to prepare for ranching on our own, out of our pockets?" Cygnus shrugged looked up at the ceiling, his buzz dying out a moment later thanks to his friend's plight, "I thought of the best way to do it."
"But how?"
"Find yourself a sexy French boyfriend and—" He switched to a French accent, "—show 'er ze power of Lurve!"
"Your accent sucks—besides, most of the delegation is filled with women, and the guy is fucking the only girl from Durmstrang." Cygnus quirked a brow at his ability to pick up on such juicy gossip, "It's a talent," Blaise said after a moment.
"Well, any openly gay Hogwarts students you can convince to pretend to be your boyfriend?"
"No!" he snapped in a harsh tone. He sniffled and Cygnus looked away to roll his eyes, "I just want to be happy after Hogwarts, but I don't even want to look at a vagina, much less push my cock into one! You made it sound gross…" He trailed off and Cygnus stared at him genuinely thinking.
"The Nott family has fallen on hard times, I heard." he said, dropping the hint his friend picked up.
"Hmm," His brow furrowed in concentration, "Okay, I've got a plan, but you have to stop—that."
"What?"
Blaise opened the curtains to the openly shagging couple, "You see what we're going through here?" Cygnus sighed and began his first faze of his plan. He shot Blaise a smile as they both got out of the bed and strode up to the couple.
"Malfoy," he said with a blank face, "You're not going to make her cum like that." He went back to his bed, the awkwardness of the encounter would leave them unable to do that crud that they were passing as sex.
"Good night, everyone!" He called out. He got undressed for Pansy's eyes to see, reminding her what she'd left behind and he looked back at her as Malfoy held her to his chest in a possessive manner, mumbling things in her ears. He didn't break eye contact with her until he had shut the curtain.
Her dark eyes hadn't been drawn in by his. He had seen where they'd been: his bum, his arms, and his decently formed sixpack. Cygnus felt his stomach and slid his hand lower, loathing himself for what he was about to do.
Pansy Parkinson had been his first love and he still had feelings for her, her nakedness had done things to him that couldn't wait much longer. His hands moved to the rhythm of old memories.
[***]
His grandfather had sent him a letter the next morning in—surprise, surprise—French, praising his ingenious schedule and demanding to know why he hadn't written first.
"Well, we might get a safe Care of Magical Creatures professor," Blaise said with a whistle. Cygnus looked up from his response, glad that he had a decent excuse to procrastinate on writing in French.
It wasn't easy.
"Aw, so we won't have a near death experience every time we get started? I thought we'd follow the Longbottom trend!"
"You're just happy that the oaf is vulnerable enough to give you those ugly things he made." Cygnus gave a smirk that Blaise reciprocated.
"So?"
They both shared a quiet laugh as they left for their first class Transfiguration, which was headed by the Gryffindor head of house, Professor McGonagall. There was a running nickname among the younger Slytherins, one he was ashamed to admit that he'd made up.
"Good luck with Dragonagall!" A second year called after him. It took him a moment to remember what had happened the last time in her class—'Oh dear…'
He hadn't been in the proper mindset after that lesson with Moody, the one where he'd used him to show the effects of curses, and he had… had…
"You'll never live down serenading her with that cat song," Blaise said in a soft voice, possibly in an attempt to soothe the urge to go back and hex the little twerp for that comment, "Learn to live with it."
"Might as well make a joke out of it, right?" Blaise patted his shoulder with a bright smile.
"Where'd you learn that song?"
"One of the muggleborns my old man hired to muck the stables used to sing it," Blaise wrinkled his nose at his confession, "I'm humming it today, as soon as the lecture starts." Blaise snickered at that.
[***]
She had ignored him, much to their disappointment.
The one upside of that had been that she had been so distracted trying to not let him get to her that he'd gotten to finish the letter to his grandfather. Blaise had been left to his always ample lunch and he was once again the first to Care of Magical Creatures.
He couldn't stand house elf food.
His grandfather was kinder to muggleborns than the average pureblood from Slytherin, although that was strictly his attempts to mimic the wealthy French who had freed all of their house elves and had hired lower class members of society as a status symbol. Cygnus was currently nibbling on one of Nanny Pearl's sweets.
No matter how delicious, he had learned the hard way to savor them; so now he was watching the Gryffindors as one would a wild animal and was struggling view them as a threat. He'd leave them for Malfoy, no questions asked, especially since he was so good at goading them into losing points. Cygnus was pretty irrelevant to them, although it wasn't that hard.
"You there?" Blaise was at his side along with the rest of Slytherin only moments later. Cygnus turned a slow head towards him and nodded, "Hard to believe, isn't it?" Pansy was mumbling to Malfoy, although it was in a happier mood.
"Stop pining for her!" Blaise hissed as he pinched Cygnus.
"What happened at the Yule Ball?" Cygnus asked in an attempt to distract them both from his plight; Blaise was easy in that regard.
"Malfoy and Parkinson did some stuff," He said as Professor Grubby-Plank directed them to go into the forest. He listened with half an ear, nodding at the next bit that came up, "Longbottom and Weasley are the first duo of straight wizards in this world to turn down cock-hungry girls for each other."
"If they're straight," Cygnus said as he watched the unicorns get crowded by the female half of the class. He sighed, "I just hope that they live to regret it." Parvati Patil made it a point to edge away from Neville Longbottom who didn't seem to notice. He and Blaise each shared a grin .
Another bet was on the way, and he was sure that he would win.
"Lestrange, Zabini, pay attention!"
[***]
He finished his arithmancy assignment as early as usual and had gotten a start on his essays when Blaise did something risky. They had learned the hard way that certain codes had to be used when they did this, especially when they were in class.
"Passing notes again?"
So naturally they were caught. Professor Vector made the accusation as she summoned their parchment. In reality she tried to, but Blaise had invested in unsummonable parchment this year. There were snickers as Cygnus wrote the last of his response and stood with Blaise, "We know what to do."
"Good," their professor snapped, "get to it!"
As Blaise had written first it was him who started.
"Do you want to do it?"
"It depends what "it" is," Cygnus answered in an effeminate voice.
"I'll pay you," Blaise said, deepening his voice. There were sniggers as they continued reading their notes aloud.
"… Are you sure I can do it?" Cygnus asked in his softest voice a few minutes of note reading later. Blaise held out his hand.
"You're too pretty not to."
"If you're sure…"
Professor Vector was red in the face by that part of their notes, although they couldn't tell if it was amusement or anger that drove her face to that color. Cygnus grabbed his mate's hand and they turned to the class and bowed, earning a set of applause. Blaise flounced to their seat and Cygnus handed the parchment to their professor and joined his friend at their desk.
[***]
They skipped dinner that night, heading straight to Cygnus's bed where they smoked and Blaise detailed his half of his bet.
"If I win, I get a granian," Cygnus nearly dropped the pipe at that, coughing violently. Blaise began laughing and shook his head, "No then?"
"Nope," Cygnus agreed, "But if I win you have to ask Nott out until he agrees." Blaise waved a dismissive hand before taking the pipe for himself.
"If I win…? You have to ask out a girl of my choosing until they say yes." Blaise was taking a hit when Cygnus held out his wand arm, "Just like that, you'll agree?"
"You won't choose something too embarrassing," Cygnus said, "She'll be all over the both of us, you know."
Blaise nodded, looking a tad bit green. Cygnus chuckled when they shook hands, realizing with trepidation that Blaise had had something cruel planned out—"You're right, of course, at least Nott is well groomed." Cygnus shuddered before they spoke.
"As long as nothing makes this a tie, I should win this one."
Blaise nodded, "Let's see how good are you at seducing the Patil twins."
"The Patils? Easy! I'll show you each of their panties by—"
"You have to get them to do a threesome by Easter break," Cygnus sucked in an audible breath at that, cringing at the challenge. The Ravenclaw twin wasn't known to be open minded, like her Gryffindor counterpart, and both would still be smarting from their rejection at the Yule Ball…
"You colossal dickhead," he heard himself grumble, "You just had to make it interesting…" Blaise smirked, releasing a perfect bubble that floated up to the ceiling and burst.
[***]
"You're nervous," Padma Patil said in a brusque voice, "What do you want, Lestrange?" Cygnus made it a point to clench his hands and gulp.
"Your heart?"
He knew what he was doing, although he loathed the demeanor he had taken in order to get into her robes. She burst into giggles, "Am I that pretty?" she asked; he nodded, hoping to get this over with as quickly as possible. He estimated about two weeks before she found out about her sister and by then…
He held out his hand, doing his best to shake just so. He wasn't surprised when she took it, a gentle smile on her face—"You're the prettiest girl in school; may I?" She nodded and he kissed the back of her hand, "Too bad there aren't any Hogsmeade weekends coming up…"
Padma was still giggly and he spent half an hour romancing before—"You promise you won't tell anyone?" She asked at his request. He had no intention of keeping what was about to happen from Blaise.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," He said as seriously as he could. He undid his under robes as soon as she got on her knees in front of him.
'Bloody hell that was easier than her sister!'
Of course he'd gone all the way with Parvati that fine Saturday morning and had stolen her lacy things while they'd been dressing, so he wasn't sure who could be considered as such. Padma had something her older sister didn't, though.
She could make him moan. The sound startled him, since he'd never done it before; she stopped—"What was that?" He smiled down at her, seeing the earnestness on her face made the reply that came so much more delightful.
"That was the sound guys make when they're in love," Her cheeks grew darker and she got back to work. He nearly laughed at how easy it had been to— "Ugh, stop—I—I'm about to—"
"Mhmm," she moaned on him, it sent him on the edge and he was left gasping for air, never having cum so hard in his life.
She sat there for a moment as he redid his pants, he stepped back and held out his hand for her to take. She leaned up and… what happened afterwards was something he'd never speak of again.
Her kiss gave him nothing short of horror, she giggled as he spat the substance that he'd released into her out onto the ground.
"Now you won't tell anyone," She said with a wide smile. 'Ohhh…' he was so looking forward to breaking this one's heart. Instead of that he looked her in the eyes.
"I'll see you," Cygnus said, smiling to hide his rage.
[***]
"Can I… back out, Blaise? Just this one time…" His shoulders were hunched and, after spending the rest of Saturday and some of Sunday cleaning his teeth; he felt so hollow
"Cygnus…!" Blaise began scolding him for a minute about quitting before grinning, "Did one of them have a penis or something?"
"No!" he cried, defending them for just a moment, "I brought you Parvati's unmentionables as proof but… Padma isn't someone I can bother with." Blaise shrugged, looking over his shoulder for a moment.
"You're not backing out, keep trying. Don't let the other one get to you."
It was then that Malfoy had to ruin their moment. He strutted to a chair and plopped down on it in an unseemly fashion.
"Well, I just got my first blowjob!" he hollered for the whole common room to hear, Pansy was nowhere to be seen and Cygnus grimaced when he noticed the younger years suddenly listening in.
"Malfoy, guess what," he hollered back, "No one cares!"
Malfoy smirked at him and he couldn't bite back the sneer that covered his face, Blaise tapped his hand, stopping its trek to his wand, "Jealous?" Cygnus grinned at that, walking right up to him.
"You know, Malfoy is a French surname, like mine is; stand, I'd like to show you a greeting from a Frenchman to a Frenchman." Malfoy, being the idiot that he was, actually stood.
Cygnus smiled, all sweetness, holding out his hand, "So a handshake?" Malfoy took it with a frown and Cygnus yanked him close and placed his head on his shoulder so he could whisper in his ear.
"She was mine first," he purred; he made a loud kissing noise. He switched to the other ear, "Everything she gives to you is something I've already had."
He pulled back; seeing the look on his face almost made him pity Malfoy, "Remember what I've taught you!" Cygnus said in a jubilant fashion. He released him and scurried to Blaise's side. Zabini whistled when Malfoy ran up to their dormitory.
"Nice," It was then that Pansy entered the common room, making his breath catch in his throat. She was still beautiful with her recently cut hair, but he still managed to force himself to look down, "I think you made him cry."
"Good."
[***]
"Damn it," Cygnus snarled that night, wishing he hadn't made the attempt.
"There's lessons in a few hours!" Blaise bellowed; but they still continued.
"I'm sorry," Pansy said, crying, "I'm with you, not him!" she spat the last word like it was a foul thing they'd forced into her mouth.
"Pansy, I shouldn't have gotten mad," Malfoy answered with a sniffle, "I just… it's hard to imagine you as anything but mine…"
"Oh, Draco, that's what I am, yours!" They then had a sedate rutting session that lasted ten minutes. Malfoy fell asleep and Pansy walked to him, still naked. He kept his eyes on her face, and it wasn't that hard. Just knowing—no matter how painful—that there was no chance with her in this reality helped in the matter.
"What do you want?"
"I'll get you back," he rolled to face the other way, "Watch out, Cygnus Lestrange, I won't take this insult to my integrity."
"Go back to bed," he said with a rude snap of his fingers. She growled and stormed off; he doubted that the sweet girl he'd dated could get him with something as harsh as he'd done.
[***]
He knew that something was up when Cormac McLaggen began congratulating him the next morning in a loud fashion after the twins had left for their classes— "You are a lucky fellow, you know? I didn't think that it was possible to double dip with the twins, you know. I mean—bloody hell, guy! One of them's in Ravenclaw!"
Cygnus grinned back, "I'll be sure to write a book after I get a threesome out of them," he said it quietly, earning a boisterous laugh from the older wizard.
"Make sure you do," McLaggen said seriously, "Other wizards need a leg up."
Cygnus caught the joke and chuckled, "Cygnus, breakfast is waiting," Blaise said as a few more of the other boys got up to do what McLaggen had done. Cygnus nodded to his friend.
"Thanks for the ideas McLaggen, I'll be sure to give you a signed copy."
"Really?" Cygnus barked out a laugh and walked off at that, heading off to the Slytherin table. Noticing the new additions as well as those who were missing Cygnus chose that moment to bite his tongue.
"A lovely sausage party we're having," Blaise said dryly, voicing his thoughts. Cygnus sat next to his friend and the Slytherin quidditch team flooded him with questions—"Malfoy, what are you doing here?"
"I'm on the quidditch team—"
"Rule One of Getting Pussy: Put the Pussy first." Oh bloody hell, some of them wrote it down, "Go to the lovely Miss Parkinson and suck up to her for choosing a bloke over her." Laughter sounded as Malfoy got up and walked to Pansy with a red face.
She looked so angry that Cygnus raised his goblet in a toast, "To idiots like Draco Malfoy that make doing this easy!"
Laughter sounded and others tapped their goblets with him.
[***]
"You love me, don't you?" Cygnus purred into the ear the twin he was buggering, "Can't you do me this one favor?"
He knew it to be Padma from the uniform she was wearing and he also knew that this would be good vengeance for their first time together. He reached down and began rubbing the nub that women loved between two of his fingers. Cygnus heard her panting and knew he just needed one word to get her to—
She gasped as she came from his hand.
"Okay, but only if you touch me like that again," he gave her a kiss before she got down on her knees.
There was only a moment of hesitation before she took it into her mouth, looking him in the eye with those pretty eyes of hers… he gasped as her tongue came out just with her lips still around his cock, never once did she stop moving.
It only took him another minute to cum, he opened the door and helped her up, exiting as quickly as he could.
[***]
Parvati came after him in the next night dungeons and he was grateful that it was a boy that had answered the call. He'd been scribbling certain things in his sex diary and laughed when the fifth year came running to let him know—"Tell her to give me five minutes."
Seven minutes later he was down in front of her, snogging her up against the wall, lifting her robes as he went, he moved her panties to the side, rubbed the nub gently, the way he'd discovered that she liked it.
"Do you love me?" Cygnus asked as he pulled away from her. The tan girl blinked for just a moment before giggling and nodding.
"I thought it was obvious," Her sister had had a slight kick to her taste, "I love you Cygnus Lestrange."
"Follow me so I can show you how I feel."
He covered her mouth before she could say anything else, he rushed her down the hall when the footsteps began heading their way.
It was around this time that Professor Snape came in to tutor Crabbe and Goyle so they wouldn't be the poorest graded in the school. He moved them until they were in the dark, he pushed her up against the wall and gave her a fierce snogging session, taking the chance to palm her breast and moving his hand lower, and lower, and lower…
She moaned as he moved his hands into her panties.
"Be quiet," Cygnus whispered, he moved his head so that his lips were up against her ear. He licked the very edge earning a shiver, "Not one sound."
He got on his knees in front of her, pushing her robes up and pulling her panties down. He was taller than the average guy his age and Parvati, like her twin, was almost legally a midget for a girl their age. But he didn't mind it, in fact… he kissed his way down.
She gasped as he started, "Not a sound," he hissed sharply, "We can't be caught by Professor Snape."
There was a ruffling of cloth and her robes were picked up higher, he decided to take a chance. He lit the tip of her wand for just a moment. His cock twitched as he realized that she was trying enough to the point of biting her robe
"What…?"
"Shh!"
He began simply, licking and tasting the juices he'd come to love that were dribbling out of her cunny. He did exactly as he'd learned to do, he kissed her lips, earning a shudder; but then her fingers were wound up in his hair when he shoved his face into it.
With a nodding head he whirred his tongue back and forth, before lifting one of her legs over his shoulder to give himself access to the source of her heat. He yearned in that moment to give her a nibble, to make her squeal, to hear that cute surprised sound girls always made when he did that. But he didn't dare risk it.
He settled for sticking his tongue in her sex.
She gasped and Cygnus tapped her tummy in warning, she tapped him back and he knew she'd try harder. He pulled out his tongue before sticking it back in… and she finished a little too quickly for his tastes after that. He wasn't disappointed when she fell over, panting.
He helped her up and supported her all the way to Gryffindor tower—"I hope that showed you how I feel about you."
With a giggle she licked his cheek, getting a tongue full of her juices and boosting Cygnus's ego in the process.
"I taste good, don't I?"
"That you do," Cygnus said with a warm smile before he gave her a passionate kiss.
"Password?" The Fat Lady snapped, disturbed by the display.
"See you," Cygnus said before bolting for the dungeons, having full plans to write what had just transpired in his sex diary.
[***]
Having escaped his fanboys and his toys he knew he was safe from anyone knowing that he was here. With a hesitance that he felt was warranted, he put on his brightest smile and knocked on the door of the Care of Magical Creatures door.
There were only sobs on the other side of the door, making his professor all the more pathetic in his eyes. With a sigh he pulled out his ultimate weapon, "Professor Hagrid? I've come to show you pictures of your hippogriff!"
The door was open in an instant, "May I come in?" he asked as Hagrid battled his dog back.
"Yes, yes, do come in, Cygnus; I can' thank you enough for what you did for 'im!" Cygnus knew that he'd have to bring about his offer slowly.
"Yes, he's adapted quite well to his new life," Cygnus said without missing a beat, he'd arranged this over winter break. He pulled out the pictures of Buckbeak, who had apparently become Duchess's favorite companion. Hagrid gasped at the picture that Cygnus hadn't been aware had been in there.
"'E's already tryin' to mate, is 'e?" Hagrid released a booming laugh, "Thank you, I really needed tha', Buckbeak always was me fav'rite." Cygnus nodded and pushed the pictures closer.
"They're yours to keep, Professor. Do you remember my offer before winter break?" Hagrid looked outside to where the Blast-Ended Skrewts were fighting.
"Yes," he answered, "You jus' wan' two?" Hagrid hadn't been too open about the trade, in fact he'd been hostile since Cygnus had eaten three alive before he'd noticed.
They'd been as delicious as their fire crab blood implied they'd be.
"Yes, sir. I can see a future in their breeding, I promise you that they will be well fed, loved, and not eaten." Hagrid gave a heavy sigh and nodded, Cygnus was led outside after making sure that his bag was in a safe location.
He chose the two that seemed the least feisty and watched as Hagrid yanked them inside. Cygnus watched them as they went straight to his bag, as he knew they would. He lifted his bag and turned to the professor.
"They have the mouths of fire crabs, sir. They are herbivorous." To prove the point he pulled out two heads of lettuce, tossed them, and they watched for the three seconds it took for the duo to finish eating them.
They chatted a bit watching with interest as the two ate half the back of cabbage and began spooning on the rug in front of the fireplace, "I'll give you thirty galleons. Each."
It was much less than what they were worth to Cygnus, but the half giant didn't have enough sense to see that—"Yeh've got yerself a deal!"
They shook on it and Cygnus was led out with his Skrewts. Oh bloody hell, they were frolicking in the snow.
[***]
It was the two new interns that had been saddled with the work of bringing them to the Lestrange Ranch, but it also gave him a chance to read over his grandfather's latest idea to make themselves more relevant to mainland Europe.
"He wants to start a resort," Blaise shrugged, genuinely indifferent to the idea as he took a puff, Cygnus held out the panties he'd taken from the Patil twins. Blaise took them while handing in the pipe, "What do you do with these things?"
"My mum still doesn't know I'm… yeah… but I was thinking of starting my own fashion line of unmentionables."
Cygnus laughed before realizing that he was serious, "Shall I find you some models?"
"Yes, I suppose that blonde that diddles your grandfather would do nicely," They shared a laugh and froze in shock when the curtains were yanked open by none other than Pansy Parkinson.
"Leave us, Zabini," Cygnus made a motion with his hands that Blaise caught the hint. Pansy entered his bed and shut his curtains, her intentions obvious.
"Shall I…?"
"You'll feel regret tomorrow, Lestrange, mark my words." She stepped out and ran to her boyfriend's bed where Draco came in a moment later. He chuckled as the couple shut the curtain and began talking about their day. He turned his eyes to his best mate.
"Don't hog it all, Blaise!"
[***]
He'd sent them each a note that he hoped was romantic enough to woo them and—they were glaring at him at the entrance of the Great Hall.
"Oh dear," Blaise said as he abandoned him to their mercy, "It's a tie!" He called for him and the Great Hall to hear; there was vicious laughter from the girls. As one the Great Hall watched the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw unite and hit him in the harshest spot.
With the wind knocked out of him all he could manage was a high pitched squeal as he fell to his knees and cupped his groin, "The future of my family!"
He was too worried about his balls to care about such things. He continued gasping in pain and curled up in fetal position on his side, cupping his family's future until he was unconscious.
He could imagine what his his tombstone would read if he didn't survive this heinous crime: "Cygnus the Eunuch."
[***]
"Playing casa with two chiquitas is very risky business, Señor Lestrange," Lastimo was a wizard from the Caribbean and was usually in charge of Cygnus's chores when he wasn't at the ranch. Cygnus's legs had been spread and it hurt his pelvis to move them.
He glared at the twenty-five-year-old.
"I know that now!"
"Que bueno; your grandfather can't come today because it's his annual checkup. He said the cane waits for you when you get home for Easter." Cygnus groaned and nodded. Madam Pomfrey walked in, looking like she had swallowed something bitter when she spoke:
"You'll be leaving tomorrow," He didn't doubt that it was her inner feminist that left her unable to treat him as she would other patients. She slammed the potions down on the table next to his bed and gave him quick instructions and ushered Lastima out of the hospital wing, where he'd have to get back to the ranch on his own.
Blaise visited two hours later with someone on his arm, a pitying look on his face.
"It was Pansy," Blaise said as he leaned over him, "Good luck on dating for the rest of your Hogwarts career—those twins are shredding you to bits." He grabbed a flower from the vase next to his bed and handed it to his… boyfriend?
"Congratulations, you two," he said, put out, "Who do I have to ask out?"
"We decided to wait until next year," Theodore said before giving the flower a sniff, "To give you a fighting chance." Cygnus smiled wryly and nodded. Of course that meant that he'd have to be celibate until next year. He'd do his best to use what he had.
They spoke for another hour and Blaise handed him his assignments, along with a copy of their notes.
"Thank you," he said, meaning it. Theodore was left blinking and Blaise bit his lip, holding something back. He didn't push it and they left soon after.
[***]
He'd been so bored that he'd finished his essays before midnight. He was having a good sleep until his eyes snapped open to a horrible realization: he had missed Hogsmeade weekend—"I see you're awake," Madam Pomfrey said as she stepped out of her office.
"Yes, ma'am," he said, she blinked, "May I know my discharge date?" Madam Pomfrey stared, not seeming to realize that time was still flowing. He continued smiling, waiting her out.
"Yes… right, you'll be discharged tomorrow, we need to make sure that everything… works." Cygnus nodded before the words had time to impact.
"Come again?" Madam Pomfrey glared at him and the corners of his mouth were struggling to turn downwards in horror.
"We will make sure everything works and then you'll have a few more hours of bed rest."
"I see…" It was something that he didn't want to see, and it was mercifully clear that she didn't want to either. She cast a spell that released his lower body and he realized, "Excuse me, I've got to—"
He bolted for the restroom and released the load that he hadn't realized had been inside of him. Why didn't they have a spell for vanishing this?
"I see that's functioning," Pomfrey said from behind him, making him jump. She cleared her throat as he stopped what was coming out to cover himself, "I will not be in here for the other part, I think you know what you must do next."
"I'm not done," he said in a soft voice, unable to look her in the eye. She huffed and left the restroom; he finished his round in the bathroom and washed his hands.
"There's some lotion and a tissue on the sink, Mister Lestrange! I'm sure you know what to do?" He said nothing for a moment, although he was glad that she had the decency to allow him privacy in this matter.
"Thank you for letting me know!"
It was awkward at first, since Madam Pomfrey was on the other side of the door just waiting for him to… he shook his head as he soon as his cock began twitching. It was the first time in a long while that he'd had to do it himself, and it certainly didn't feel as good as the real thing—but he managed to finish himself off after a time. Madam Pomfrey came in after he was decent and called for her:
"Show me your seamen," He obliged with shaking fingers, lifting the tissue and unfolding it so she could see what had come out. "Hmm."
He hoped it was a good 'hmm' rather than a bad one as she cast some spells on it.
"Perfectly healthy, Mister Lestrange. You'll be discharged tomorrow; for now I want you to get some rest." He nodded at her and stood as soon as she left the restroom, flushing the tissue as quickly as he dared.
[***]
Cygnus discovered just how quickly the tides could turn in Hogwarts when he returned to his classes—"They really did a number on me, didn't they?" He wasn't referring to the phantom pain that would start when his eyes wandered low enough.
Among the female half of Hogwarts a revolution had set in and the Patil twins were at the center of it. Cygnus had seen what had happened to a second year boy when they'd made a perfectly reasonable joke within the safety of the boys dorm.
"I hope this stupid fad ends soon…"
He'd been strung up in the Slytherin common room by his ankles and Cygnus had been the one to find him. They'd both stared at one another for a whole five minutes before the poor child had begun blubbering.
"Girls have powers we can't imagine," Cygnus had explained as he led him back up the steps, "Don't tattle or they'll claw your eyes out." Cygnus had given a theatrical shudder to make the second year laugh. But as soon he was alone he had shuddered, the realization hitting home
Not even the boys dorm was safe.
He barely managed the bounce in his step when the giggling started. He paused, making the girls shush each other. He walked on, reaching for his wand when the giggling resumed. He took a deep breath and struggled to place the voices. He decided to take a shot in the dark after a few more steps.
"Greengrass?" There was a duo sigh of disappointment. Cygnus kept walking, drawing his wand when one of them gave a quiet curse. They'd been whispering for a while when he finally made it to the owlery. He sighed in disappointment when his favorite owl wasn't there.
"Lestrange," Davis called from the entrance of the owlery. It was a well known fact that the house elves of Hogwarts only cleaned it once a week, so he didn't blame them for not entering with him. He went up to a different owl, one that looked like a little like the only fishing owl that Hogwarts had. He handed off the letter.
"How may I be of service?" he asked when he exited. Feeling daring, he put his wand away. They walked on either side of him. Cygnus gulped when they pulled him into a broom cupboard. Had he been more confident he would have joked about a threesome.
"We know that you're annoyed by the Patils," Greengrass said, giving in first. Cygnus bit his tongue to stop himself from responding. She was silent, waiting for him to confirm or deny the statement. She continued after giving Davis a look, "We also know that you're too much of a gentleman to put them in their place."
Cygnus nodded, rubbing his lower jaw to hide the fact that he was biting his lip in nervousness.
"We also know that your grandfather owns the biggest ranch in western Europe," He lowered his hand when Davis continued on behalf of her friend, "We want to visit you there this Easter and ride…" His eyes widened when they grabbed each of his hands.
There was no way he was going to get a threesome for—"The flying ponies," they said it together and he was forced to recall that girls liked equine creatures for more than eating and riding. They probably wanted to pet them, brush them, and even talk to them.
"What?"
It was then that they began begging in the most childish method that he hadn't seen since his childhood. His grandmother had caned him for trying it but—"Please? I'll make the Ravenclaw's hair fall out!"
"I'll make the Gryffindor cry for what she's doing to you!" The pleading continued for another three minutes before Cygnus yanked his hands back and leaned back into the wall.
"Enough!" They stopped at his shout and he opened the door, "I'll ask my grandfather if you can visit for this Easter; if and only if he says yes I'll have the servants prepare rooms for you. He'll try to charge you, but I'll see if it can be a free—one time—thing."
"Thank you!" they cried, giving him a hug as one. He didn't hug them back and waited for them to let go. He waited his customary count to ten after they left and walked out towards the Slytherin common room to meet up with Blaise.
It wasn't that he wanted the help, since he knew that these things tended to work themselves out. The girls that had made the offer weren't particularly pretty and he had heard things along the lines of them sleeping in the same bed with the curtains drawn. He shook his head as he muttered the password to the Slytherin wall.
It had been the whining.
He hadn't been the subject of it, since Pansy had had more class than that. But—"Is that a hickey I see?" he mocked without realizing that Theodore Nott did indeed have an all too familiar bruise on his neck.
"What of it?" Blaise asked, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend's shoulders. Cygnus laughed at the look of mortification that Theodore took. He shook his head when Blaise gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Stop mocking me, lovebirds."
[***]
It took his grandfather all of one month to respond to his query for the girls. So it had been one month of taunts and glares, sneers and stealing—okay, he'd drawn the line on that one. The girl who'd tried to take one of his nanny's sweets had been hospitalized with a burnt hand. He hadn't needed someone to vouch for him since she'd been dumb enough to announce her intentions to the great hall.
Cygnus reread the letter again and again, wondering if he'd read it wrong. His grandfather had always been a miser and had become even more so after his grandmother died. He found out the reason on the third read.
He had thought…?
"Blaise, Theodore, can you tell Greengrass and Davis that they're welcome to take all the rides they want this Easter?" He looked pleadingly at the duo and they looked at each other and shared a whispered conversation before Blaise nodded. Theodore nodded back with a sigh of annoyance. "You two are invited as well."
[***]
Every holiday he'd brought Blaise over to Lestrange Ranch and his grandfather had welcomed him with open arms, allowing him free reign over the ranch with Cygnus's nanny watching over them—"This is boring…"
Cygnus wasn't sure why they were still out here, only that the second Triwizard Tournament Task was just that, boring.
Not even the judges knew what was going on, since Bagman was staring at the water just as vividly as the rest of them.
"Longbottom's coming up last," Cygnus bet with Blaise and they had a whispered argument over who would be first when…
"Its Diggory," Theodore interrupted with annoyance when Krum had come out. Blaise had been rooting for Krum to be first.
"Hmm, your little veela-flower isn't all that—"
"Don't want to think about her," Cygnus interrupted, although she had popped up with a tearful face. He willed himself to look away, "Do you know what they call her? De-la-chiennes. As anyone who speaks French can tell you, that is not a nice name. I don't want anything to do with her."
"What does it mean?" Malfoy demanded, almost quiet enough for Pansy not to notice. He continued, "As a fellow frenchman who wants to continue my education…"
"Fleur Delacour's name translates into Flower of the Court. Now chiennes means bitches, as in female dogs in the most insulting sense. If you change the cour in her surname to chiennes, you get Flower of the Bitches."
"Maybe it's a mean nickname, they have to be jealous of her, she's a veela!" Greengrass put in an attempt to defend her. Cygnus rolled his eyes at that, "Why are you lot looking at me like that?"
"It looks bad on somebody, I suppose," Blaise said as he pulled out the pipe that Cygnus had prepared beforehand, Cygnus had no intention of making him share on his birthday, "Either the school of Beauxbaton doesn't have the kind students who understand that there's a certain age when petty name calling is not okay, or that Fleur Delacour is a real bitch."
A hush came over the Slytherin stands as a dangerous shadow loomed over them. Olympe Maxime had heard some or all of the conversation.
[***]
Cygnus had explained to Professor Snape what had happened in the least incriminating way for himself, citing that he'd been translating something that the Beauxbaton students had been saying for Malfoy. The good professor had said six simple words for him, "I'll see what I can do."
He'd been the one to take the fall.
On his way to the common room at the very end his month long detention regime he was accosted by Greengrass, who pulled him into a random broom cupboard. He was forced to hunch over in the sheer smallness of it.
"Don't forget our deal," she whispered sharply, "Tomorrow we go home for Easter break, pretty boy."
He sighed in annoyance and walked out on her, he was tired of smelling like the dung Sprout had had him working with. Every night from the first night to tonight he'd been shoveling and bagging dung for the first and second years. He'd have left Hogwarts if he wasn't used to this.
His grandfather had made him shovel enough of it for foul language that he knew he could handle worse, not that he'd ever enjoy the act. He stripped once he was in the boys bathroom began showering, paying special attention to his hands. Though they'd been gloved he knew that sometimes the smell could sink deeper than the dragon hide he'd worn. Cygnus was infinitely grateful that his grandfather had insisted that he packed his specially made work robes, he couldn't imagine having to reuse his Hogwarts robes after the mess he'd made of these.
[***]
The last day of term ended on a light note, with Longbottom seeming to cower from Professor Snape more so than usual. Cygnus sat at the dinner table, the two girls he was planning on taking home on either side of him as he asked a few more questions.
"Do you two still have your parent's permission?" They had given him written permission three days ago, although he didn't know how the strict parents of Daphne Greengrass would let her go visit a boy without supervision, "Do you understand that this is a ranch and that it won't smell like flowers and butterfly milk?"
Blaise snickered at the last bit.
"Who cares, Lestrange?" Davis snapped, losing her temper. She threw her hands up in the air in frustration before he could ask another question, "Ponies!"
As one the female half of the Slytherin table turned to face him, "What kind of ponies do you have?" A little girl asked with a slight lisp.
"We have the top three most sought after flying breeds in the world," Cygnus stated, sensing future customers, "We have abraxans, aethonons, and granians." Of course all three would equate to 'delicious' if one were to ask him. Blaise was coming to visit him, though it was more for the hippogriff breeders convention that they were hosting for the top breeders.
He hoped to find a good match for his personal hippogriff this year.
[***]
He didn't dare sleep in at home as he did at Hogwarts.
Being the overseer of the ranch meant that it was his job to make sure the animals were up to par, which was only one of his many duties.. Breakfast was waiting for them when he, Blaise, and Theodore went down.
"Don't be so loud," Cygnus whispered as one of the many muggleborns in his father's employ served their food, "Grandfather Lowell needs his sleep."
"Why are we up this early?" Theodore whispered back, irritated. The look on his face made Cygnus smile as he took a bite, "My compliments to your house elf."
"We don't have house elves," Cygnus said as Nanny Pearl came down to begin her cooking. He greeted her before she could say anything against him, "Good morning, Nanny Pearl."
Nanny Pearl was a buxom woman with a just as round rear to match. But that wasn't why Cygnus had grown to love her as a child, "How is little star?" she queried with a thick Russian accent. Her voice was a dulcet of honey; she then gave him a kiss on the cheek and began searching the kitchen for her ingredients.
"What will be the poison of today's special?" Blaise perked up at that, remembering how she had baked certain ingredients into a cake in front of him. It had been done with such artistry that Blaise had been left blushing.
"Cobra."
Blaise's favorite, Cygnus watched him do an odd victory dance before they both realized that Theodore was choking. Blaise slapped him on the back until the odd bit of food was regurgitated. Nanny Pearl didn't seem to notice that the girls came down—"Cygnus Lestrange, when do we get to see the ponies?"
"I'll arrange for an escort later, eat now." The muggleborn in the kitchen, an ex-Hufflepuff by the name of Randy pulled began frying their bacon with a tight smile on his face. Randy would not do with that face, Cygnus decided. To the boys he declared: "Come, come, I'm showing you lot my favorite."
The two boys followed him.
[***]
Duchess was pleased at the attention she received, openly preening when Cygnus continued speaking to the Spanish wizard who wanted to breed his black and silver harlequin colored hippogriff to her. The hippogriff himself was beautiful, though he was a bit smaller than Duchess and had been beaten off successfully when they'd made the first interaction.
"I'm looking for one with a solid white plumage," Cygnus informed him gravely. Señor Abaroa answered in a French more fluent than his:
"She's the only one in the world with plumage that white," Her brothers were just as solid in color as she was, which was a rare trait in and of itself. His grandfather came down with his cane in one hand and one of his bimbos on the other, "How much would you like to sell her to me?"
"Her brothers are for sale," Cygnus said honestly as he nodded at Blaise and Theodore, who were racing around the exercise track on the backs of the two black ones, unwitting in the fact that they were making sales that much easier.
Buckbeak was entertaining the children since he was the least threatening of the bunch.
Duchess didn't like anyone like she did Cygnus, so that was a good reason to stop his grandfather from selling her. Cygnus would never allow such a thing since he cared just that much.
He patted her head, making her stand up to her full height as he'd taught her to do at the basic touch. He mounted her and took off towards the race that poor Theodore was losing at thanks to his inexperience.
Others joined in with the hippogriffs that they were selling and trading, but none managed to beat Duchess. They'd win at their first race after he passed his OWLs at Hogwarts, he just knew it.
Tracey Davis and Daphne Greengrass were watching him with wide eyes, he noted, when he landed Duchess back to her stage thirty minutes of racing later—"Can we ride it?" Daphne demanded, making Duchess click her pink beak in warning.
"At least greet pretty girl before you talk about her," Cygnus scolded, "Duchess, these are two of my classmates from Hogwarts, would you like to say hi?"
Duchess threw her beak up in the air and turned her face away, "Ah, right, you're tired," to the girls he said, "Try Buckbeak, he's just as nice as she is. Remember to bow."
Buckbeak proved to be nicer since they didn't even have to bow before he allowed them to mount him. He smiled at the sight that they made, the brief flashes of their calves were a lovely sight in particular.
He shook his head at the last thought.
'Calf, Cygnus? Really?'
He continued mentally berating himself as his grandfather turned down another attempt to secure Duchess. Duchess nudged him and he cast a quick tempus, "Feeding time!"
The Lestrange hippogriffs stopped their racing and landed, trotting to their pasture with their riders on their backs. There were murmurs of how good their manners were as he led Duchess to be unsaddled.
"What is today's meal?" he asked her sweetly as he held out the various meats on the tray. There were subtle coos from the other hippogriffs, as though they were trying to influence her choice. The various riders, Theodore included, dismounted when Duchess chose the bicorn meat.
He exited as quickly as he could as the dead biorn was loaded up. As sweet as hippogriffs were, they were very food aggressive and only ever shared with their young. Duchess was the youngest one there so that was only word of mouth information. He watched them eat, occasionally jeering insults of their weight to give Buckbeak a fighting chance at food.
"That's…" the various hippogriffs were led off by their humans to be fed, "how can you watch that?"
"Greengrass, I just spent the last month re-shoveling and rebagging shit from here, this is a cakewalk."
Greengrass led the ill looking Davis away as samples were held out to the children who stayed to watch the mess. When they'd finished there was a mad scramble from the herd to catch the first treat tossed in the air.
He sighed in relief when feeding time was over, "Duchess, you've made a mess of your feathers!"
The hippogriff in question continued licking her bloody claw, unrepentant.
[***]
There you have it!
Wow! The first chapter of my epic fic of epicness! I have a feeling that this is going to be a one of the classics in no time. I promise to actually complete this one, I will! I won't leave you hanging, like all those other mean authors do.
Who would you like to see with who? I have some pairings in mind but I think that you, as the loyal readers, have a right to voice your opinions.
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