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5th year

Greg was looking out the window, observing the landscape and doing his best to ignore the way Sherlock kept glancing his way. Sherlock had known for a while now but Gregory felt different now that he was actually aware of it; the Ravenclaw kept looking at him as if he was trying to deduce if he had shagged his brother the night before and Gregory wasn't sure he wanted Sherlock to find out the truth. He probably had though.

Gregory stared right at Sherlock and raised an eyebrow, making the younger Holmes frown in response. "I can't believe it," Sherlock hissed.

John turned to his friend, his eyebrows raised in question. "Can't believe what?"

"Nothing," Sherlock glared at Gregory before finally looking away.

"All right," John shrugged before nudging Greg in the arm. "So, how was your summer?"

"Fine," Gregory grinned as Sherlock shuddered.

Fine was the understatement of the century; it had been the best summer of his life and for the very first time since he was eleven, he didn't want to go to Hogwarts. Everything had changed now; Voldemort was back even if no one believed it and Greg would have enjoyed hiding away with Mycroft a few more months.

After the week they had spent together he dreaded having to hide once again, but he couldn't imagine telling the truth either. So they would hide because it was easier on them both. Anyway, Gregory didn't think the school would look kindly on two students having sex in the castle, whoever the couple may be.

Sherlock glared at him as if he had read his thoughts and Gregory cleared his throat. Best not to think of that with Mycroft's brother in the room.

The compartment door slid open and they all turned to look at the newcomer. A girl, probably a sixth-year, was standing in the doorway, a bright smile on her lips.

"Do you mind if I join you?"

John instantly smiled back while Sherlock glared. Gregory watched the exchange with a certain amount of amusement until he noticed Sherlock glancing at John, his eyes betraying hurt.

"Actually…" Greg began before he could stop himself. He felt the three of them turn to stare at him and he swallowed hard. John was his friend and if he really was attracted to girls, there was nothing either he or Sherlock could do but Gregory felt there was more to it than just that. John clearly loved Sherlock back, maybe he just wasn't ready to admit it yet.

He knew that Sherlock couldn't always drive girls away from John and Greg certainly felt for his friend, but seeing Sherlock hurt this much just because a John smiled at another student made Greg want to help. "Er… we're about to get changed, maybe you should find another compartment."

John looked at his watch and frowned but Sherlock spoke before he could object. "Exactly."

The girl turned to Sherlock and saw him openly glare at her. She swallowed hard and finally nodded before closing the door.

"What was that about?" John asked. "We won't be changing for another hour at least."

"Er…" Greg glanced at Sherlock. "I just know this girl; she's a royal pain in the ass."

"Oh… right." John shrugged.

When Greg turned to look at Sherlock again the Ravenclaw was smirking. Gregory smiled despite himself.

"Did you see that Umbridge woman?" Greg asked, closing the door to Their Room.

"I did. The Ministry really has no sense of subtlety," Mycroft sneered.

"Yeah," Gregory sighed. "She looks kind of strict, not to say mental."

Mycroft hummed in approval before coming up to kiss Gregory, circling his arm around his waist. Greg pulled back after a few seconds.

"Do you think we should do this here? I mean, isn't she going to do her rounds here too?"

"I think it should be safe for now," Mycroft grinned before pulling out his wand and flicking it towards one of the desks.

When nothing happened he frowned and stepped away. He looked around the room, pointing his wand at some desks and glaring at the rest before letting out a sigh.

"Do you think she enchanted the whole castle?" Greg asked.

"I don't think this is Umbridge's doing," the Slytherin chuckled. "I will need a word with the Headmaster in the morning."

Gregory turned bright red. "So… he knows?"

"Apparently he does."

"But how could he?" Greg hissed before seeing the look Mycroft gave him. "Right, he knows everything too."

Mycroft frowned a bit as Gregory raised an eyebrow, "What is it?"

"Nothing you should concern yourself with."

"Mycroft…" Greg sighed. "If you know something you need to tell me… please?"

The Slytherin came up towards his boyfriend, pinning him against the wall. "I don't know anything yet, I suspect. But I fear we might have to find somewhere else this year."

"But there isn't anywhere else," Greg nearly whined.

Mycroft smirked, "Oh I think I could manage a few visits to the Hufflepuff dormitories."

Greg's eyes popped out as Mycroft began nibbling at his collarbone. "That's insane."

"I'm sure I can find a way to come to you undetected."

"What about the… er… noise?" Greg breathed out.

"I know a few spells that might help."

Gregory could feel Mycroft's grin against his skin and couldn't help but smile too.

"Besides," Mycroft added. "We don't need a bed at the present; I'll deal with it later."

The Hufflepuff let out a moan as Mycroft's hand found its way to the front of his trousers. "I guess…" he gasped, "… I guess we can manage without it for tonight."

"I'm sure we can."

Everything changed quite quickly at Hogwarts after Umbridge's arrival. The jovial atmosphere had gone, leaving ever-growing tension amongst the students and staff. Couples were afraid to be seen with each other, students only ever stayed in the corridors when they had classes for fear of running into the Ministry's official, and even if the teachers wouldn't admit to it, it was clear to everyone in the castle that even they hated that blasted woman.

Step by step she took control of the school, forbidding students from forming clubs, wandering around the school without their shirts tucked into their trousers, or even talking too loudly in the Great Hall.

However, what surprised Gregory the most was the fact that the Headmaster appeared to be completely indifferent to that. He wasn't even in the school most of the time, leaving his staff to deal with the witch as best as they could but without the proper authority to do so.

Mycroft had been right too; they still met in Their Room but were very careful not to kiss, knowing that Umbridge could walk in at any moment. Months had passed since they had last been intimate and Gregory was growing frustrated even if he knew that everyone was going through the same thing.

There was a little glimmer of hope though. Earlier this day, John had told him about a group that Harry Potter wanted to form, illegally of course. The Gryffindor wanted to train just in case Voldemort attacked him again and even if Greg wasn't sure if he believed it to be possible, he couldn't blame Potter for wanting to be prepared.

Deciding he would go to Hogsmeade to meet them this week end, he sighed and changed into his pajamas before getting into bed and falling asleep.

He woke up with a start when he felt a cold hand against his mouth, keeping him silent. He jerked in bed and tried to shout but his cry was muffled. He felt something shift in his bed and blinked a few times to finally recognize the intruder.

"Be quiet," Mycroft whispered as he climbed onto the bed.

The Slytherin took his hand away and Gregory gaped at him, "What the hell are you-"

But Mycroft quickly cut him off, launching himself at Greg and kissing him for all he was worth. He came up to straddle him, plunging his tongue into Gregory's mouth and making them both moan in unison. Mycroft closed his eyes as he pulled back to press his forehead against Greg's.

"Just a second," he whispered, pulling out his wand and casting a spell towards the curtains. "Better."

He bent down again to kiss him and pressed their crotches against each other. Greg unconsciously pushed up against Mycroft while he let the older boy ravish his mouth. Their cocks soon stirred and Mycroft let out a low growl, his mouth sliding from Greg's mouth to his neck.

"Not that I'm complaining," Gregory breathed out, "but don't you think it's a little bit dangerous right now?"

"I told you I would find a way to visit," Mycroft grinned as his hand slid down Gregory's body before gripping his erection through the fabric. "Would you like me to stop?"

"God no…" Greg moaned as he reached out to touch Mycroft in return, but the Slytherin was moving away now. He slid down Gregory's body, leaving kisses everywhere his mouth went.

"Mycroft?" Greg asked a little breathlessly.

"I just want to try something," the Slytherin grinned, grabbing the band of his boyfriend's trousers and sliding them down, exposing his erect cock.

"What are you do-" Greg's whisper turned into a cry as Mycroft licked along his cock.

Gregory grabbed the sheets and took a deep breath. "Are you sure you want- Sweet Lord!"

Mycroft had closed his mouth around Greg's cock, making him thrust up despite himself. Mycroft pinned his hips to the mattress as he ran his tongue over the top before taking him in again.

"F-fuck…" Greg choked out. Mycroft's mouth was so wet and hot he couldn't believe it was humanly possible to experience such pleasure.

Mycroft was working him faster now, making Greg gasp and groan in turn. Gregory looked up and found Mycroft staring at him as his head bobbed up and down and the Hufflepuff let out a deep moan.

"Jesus Christ, Mycroft!" he gasped, feeling his climax approaching. "I'm… I'm coming!"

Mycroft released his cock with a wet pop and started pumping him hard with his hand. Seconds later, Gregory was coming with a loud cry as the older boy milked the climax from him.

Greg collapsed back onto the bed, taking deep breaths. "Sweet mother of God…"

Mycroft cleaned him up with a flick of his wand before coming to lie beside him, a grin plastered on his face. "Glad you enjoyed yourself."

"Well, you were quite good at it," Gregory chuckled when he got his breath back. "Let me return the favor now…"

Mycroft's eyes widened. "No, I'm fine."

Gregory frowned and he reached out his hand to cup Mycroft's crotch. "This isn't what I would call fine, Mycroft," he sighed, realizing what it was about. "Listen… I want to do this for you too…"

Mycroft groaned and shifted to turn his back on Greg. The Hufflepuff let out a sigh. "Mycroft…"

"I'm fine," the Slytherin mumbled.

Gregory shifted closer to him, pressing his chest against Mycroft's back. "You're beautiful, Mycroft."

"How would you know? You haven't seen me naked."

"And if you never let me I will never know."

"That's the plan."

Gregory let out a sigh before getting out of bed. He glanced at Mycroft but the Slytherin hadn't moved at all. Greg took off his shirt and pants before climbing back onto the bed, leaving a few inches between them.

"Mycroft, look at me," he said. "Please?"

The Slytherin groaned but finally turned back, his mouth falling open when he realized that Greg was naked.

Gregory did his best not to blush and failed miserably. "I don't like the way I look either…" he said softly. "Nobody does."

"But that's ridiculous!" Mycroft breathed. "You are beautiful."

"You may think so… but I don't," Gregory smiled. "So, is it so preposterous to believe that I could find you attractive even if you don't?"

Mycroft closed his eyes and Greg saw him shake his head. Gregory scooted closer to him and gave him a light kiss, running his hands over his chest. "Just… stop me if you feel uncomfortable, all right?"

The Slytherin nodded and Gregory slid one hand under his shirt, gently stroking his sides before grazing a nipple, making his boyfriend gasp. He waited before Mycroft nodded again to grab the front of his shirt, letting it slide over his head and reveal pale skin. Gregory smiled before coming down to leave a trail of kisses, beginning at Mycroft's neck before settling on his nipple again.

Mycroft hummed as Gregory licked the nub until it hardened under his tongue. His hand slid down Mycroft's body and reached his crotch. Greg slipped his hand under the band of Mycroft's trousers and firmly gripped his half-erect cock, stroking until his boyfriend moaned.

Gregory grinned and let his mouth slide down Mycroft's chest, leaving kisses along the skin until he reached his waist. "Just tell me if it becomes too much," he whispered as one hand grabbed the band of Mycroft's trousers, sliding them down his thighs to reveal his boyfriend's cock.

Greg settled between his legs and tentatively bent down, kissing the head and making Mycroft gasp. His tongue darted out to lick the hardened member and Mycroft bucked up. Gregory allowed himself a small grin before he gripped Mycroft's hips and leaned in again, taking the whole length into his mouth.

"Greg!" Mycroft gasped, making his boyfriend look up.

Greg released Mycroft's cock and asked, "Do you want me to stop?"

Mycroft immediately shook his head and Gregory gave him a bright smile before taking him in again. He had often fantasized about doing this and had always assumed it would be unpleasant. But now that he could actually feel Mycroft's cock against his tongue, he had to refrain from moaning. It wasn't the act so much as the symbol, knowing that he could give Mycroft just as much pleasure as he'd brought him made Greg a little light-headed.

He began sucking Mycroft off faster, hollowing his cheeks and taking him as far as he could. He felt Mycroft jerking under him and closed his eyes, enjoying the quiet moans his boyfriend was trying to swallow. Greg grazed his teeth against the flesh and Mycroft actually groaned this time, making Greg grin around his cock.

"I'm…" Mycroft gasped, "… I'm so… close…"

Gregory began pumping harder, his hand reaching out to stroke the part he couldn't quite fit into his mouth. Soon he felt Mycroft reach his climax and relaxed his throat as his boyfriend came, mostly swallowing it down and leaving the rest to drip down his chin. Mycroft collapsed back onto the bed and Greg wiped the come off his face before lying down next to him.

"You didn't have to…" Mycroft blushed pointing to Greg's mouth.

Gregory smiled before pulling his boyfriend to him, resting their foreheads against each other. "It's all right, I kinda wanted to."

"So… how does it… taste?" Mycroft asked, looking down.

"Salty," Greg chuckled as his boyfriend found his gaze again.

They both looked at each for a few seconds before bursting out laughing. When they both calmed down, Mycroft stared at him and Greg immediately understood: thank you. He resisted the urge to whisper, 'I love you too'.

A week later, Gregory was at the breakfast table when he received an owl. He carefully took the parchment it carried and let the animal steal a few bites of toast off his plate.

You joined Dumbledore's Army?

MH

Gregory blinked a few times before reading the message again. He frowned and turned around, looking for Mycroft at the Slytherin table only to find out he wasn't there. It wasn't unusual for Mycroft to miss breakfast, what was unusual was the fact that the older boy had sent him an owl instead of asking him in person.

Greg decided to ignore it for now and got up, thinking he would ask Mycroft about it when he saw him later. He headed off to his first class of the day and put the whole matter out of his mind.

Doubt only crept up again that evening when he entered Their Room and noticed that Mycroft wasn't there. He frowned and took a seat, hoping Mycroft was just late but knowing that it was highly unlikely.

Mycroft was always there at least twenty minutes before he arrived (he had spied on him several times to find out) so he probably wasn't coming at all. However, it wasn't in Mycroft's habits to miss one of their meetings without telling him.

What could have kept him? Greg took the parchment out of his pocket and read it again before letting out a sigh. Surely it didn't bother Mycroft so much that he would start avoiding him until he quit; why should it bother him in the first place, anyway? Mycroft wouldn't be so petulant as to sulk because Greg had joined DA, would he?

Of course he would, Gregory sighed before getting up. He threw the parchment in the fire and walked out, heading to the Room of Requirement even if he knew their meeting wouldn't start for another hour. It wasn't like he had anything better to do…

"Your wand is a bit like a horse," Harry explained. "If you don't believe you can do it, it won't either."

Gregory turned back to John and sighed. "I'll never get the hang of this."

John gave him a smile. "Of course you will, we all just need a little bit more practice."

Greg flicked his wand again, shooting purple sparks before letting out a growl. He let his wand fall to his side and turned to John.

"I wanted to ask you…"

John looked up at him an eyebrow raised in question.

"Does Sherlock mind that you joined this club?"

"Sherlock doesn't know," he shrugged.

Greg gave him a knowing look. "Do you really think he doesn't? It's Sherlock!"

"Well, if he does he hasn't said anything," John frowned. "So I assume he's fine with it."

"Right…" the Hufflepuff sighed.

"Why do you ask?"

"Nothing, I just assumed he would get mad or something," Gregory mumbled, raising his wand again.

"Well, apparently he do-"John cut himself off as something caught his eye. "Way to go Greg," he smiled.

"What are you talking about?" Greg frowned.

John simply nodded to someone behind Gregory and the Hufflepuff turned around, noticing Lavender Brown staring at them. When she saw them looking back she immediately looked away and began giggling with one of her friends.

Oh dear God…

Gregory rolled his eyes and shrugged. "She was looking at us, so what?"

"Oh she wasn't," John grinned. "She was looking at you."

"You can't know that."

"I can. She only looked away when she saw that you'd noticed her."

John was deeply enjoying himself and Greg resisted the urge to kick him. He couldn't see anything funny about the situation but John didn't know the whole truth. Greg's head snapped up when he realized that, as horrifying as it was, the situation gave him an opportunity to investigate a little.

"Frankly, she would be more interested in you than in me."

John blushed a little and Greg smiled. "She's not my type," John said.

Greg feigned surprise. "So giggly school-girl isn't your type?"

"Absolutely not," John shuddered. "And even if she was, I wouldn't date her."

Gregory raised an eyebrow and the Gryffindor let out a sigh. "I know it sounds stupid but I don't want to date a girl for the sake of being with someone. I want… I want more than that."

"I hear you…" Greg grinned before getting back to his practice.

Honestly I just love vulnerable!mycroft, I can't help it! Hope you liked this chapter ;)

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