A/N: The more I write this fiction, the more I want to expand it. That's really kind of selfish and grandiose, in my opinion. But I might as well, throw my hand in. Don't mind it if you think I'm just being a self-righteous ass. You can tell me, this is all therapy. I see to want write most when I'm in pain. So, enjoy my angst, it's all for you.
Review if you want, I feel like everyone hates me when they don't. I know that's just self-persecution and I'm sure you don't all (the twenty or so that read this part) feel that way, but as I told my ex last week while drunk, 'my mind is really sick'. Then I called her a cunt, she didn't hang up so I owe her that.
Also, last chapter, I said that Teddy was with the Holyhead Harpies. Forgot they were an all-women's team. Let's pretend they are now co-ed, shall we? Thank you.
Corbin Goyle
15 September 2020 (Tuesday)
The slow throb of blood, he asked himself 'why can't it stop?'
Quickening, faster and faster, his eyes flew open as if he were rennervated. The dull light of dawn had not risen to burn his retinas, like ants under a magnifying glass. He reached into his bedside drawer, withdrawing a bottle of Firewhiskey. It was a cheap, shitty brand. It went down like polyjuice and only warmed his stomach for a fraction of the proper, but it did its job well enough. He didn't need another swig until after breakfast, which was plenty in his book.
He took a chaser of Pepper-up to cover the smell, the taste, and the chill in his pale skin. A wisp of steam flowing out of his ears as he pulled out a crumpled shirt from his trunk, the damn elves didn't clean his clothes like the other boys, he had yelled at one of them to 'get their little claws out of his shit!' after one almost uncovered his stash in Second year.
As he hobbled down the stairs, trying his damnedest to straighten his tie but, in his current state, he only succeeded in crumpling and lengthening it to a silly proportion. 'Fuck it.' He sighed and began to head to breakfast. The hall was empty except for a handful of Hufflepuff first-years. He didn't eat much, just some sausage. Eating toast or potatoes would just soak up the alcohol. He wanted to make that last bottle stretch a few more days.
Alcohol was easy to come by in Hogwarts, especially as a Slytherin but he didn't have much money left, since… since he got kicked out. He'd just hang on until the next Quidditch match or test or whatever, and snatch a few bottles at the subsequent celebration, when no one was paying attention to the Firewhiskey of course. If it was a Gryffindor party, it'd be a lot better in quality. Slytherins liked a good bottle as much as anyone, he had learned, but you just couldn't underestimate the money and playboy nature of James Potter and Darryl Longbottom. He was almost drooling at the prospect. Just like the first time he had a drop…
'He had gotten cut off from his friends, they had been talking about leaving but he didn't remember why they had wanted to leave. He hadn't heard about the Firewhiskey. But as soon as the older years thought they were without the burden of underclassmen, the liquor flowed like water.
An overenthusiastic Hufflepuff girl gave him a mug of Butterbeer. Corbin thought she was very pretty. She grew prettier as the night wore on, the warmth never quite leaving his belly. He loved that girl from a far for the rest of the night, loving the feeling of happiness and courage she had given to him. He didn't remember her name, he hadn't even asked really but he thought he had.'
He still asked if there were going to be Hufflepuffs at the few parties he was invited to. There were no nightmares that night, no disdainful looks from brown narrowed eyes, no gripping, fat-fingered hands. No dreams at all. 'That was why I still drink,' he guessed, 'it may have been because I just gave up trying to figure it out why. So, I just do it, so I have something to think about while I am drunk.'
'What's got little Miss Priss's knickers in a twist?' He wondered, watching as the pint-sized ginger's shoes clicked on the stone. A scowl pressed onto her face as she approached, 'she must not be getting any. Can't blame Scor though, she's got the tits of a first year.'
"Goyle, what the fuck is wrong with you?"
"I don't know, Weasley. I should ask my mother, but she isn't around at the moment. Well, maybe my dad could help, but I think he's a bit busy drinking our money away. Don't want to disturb him, gets a bit violent." He pointed to his still yellowed eye for emphasis. 'Lousy little bitch, leave me alone.'
She clenched her jaw, staring him right in his assuredly blood-shot eyes. Then her jaw slacked a bit and her eyes softened.
"I know that things are really hard for you right now, Corbin. I am not going to say I can relate but I know that Scorpius, Bijou, Clovis and I are all here for you. But you seem to be pissing on our help. It's starting to affect Scorpius in a really bad way. He's really sorry if this is some sick retribution, if you feel he wasn't there for you before."
"I never asked for anyone's help. I-"
"But you need it, you idiot! You need help, but more than that, you need to make a bloody effort! I thought Slytherins had some pride, go sit with those Hufflepuff girls if you want to be a little bitch."
"That's ironic, Rose." A loud crack was audible, it seemed so far away. Then there was only darkness.
Clovis Zabini
'Bloody Hell! Rose, little Rosie, sent Corbin to the Hospital Wing. Fractured his Ocular cavity or something, he'll be laid up for a week on Skele-grow. It's too vulnerable of an area for him to just take the potion in one swig; the healers have to actually direct the bone while it grows in. Sounds painful.'
That's what he was told by Albus during breakfast, Al hadn't seen but there were a gaggle of first-years eager to prove their worth to a Quidditch Co-captain. He knew about Corbin's 'coping mechanism', they sometime shared a bottle over Christmas. Corbin always took a little more than his share, but Clovis didn't mind horribly. 'It was better to bitch with someone else, or you're just talking to yourself.'
He scratched out notes for Defense, with the Gryffindors. 'Oh joy, another service at the sanctum of Potter.' Clovis really admired the man, he was a nice enough guy but his reputation preceded the man by a pitch's length. His son was an utter git, Clovis looked over at James. 'Asleep, he'll just try to get my notes later.' Defense and History of Magic were his bread and butter. Over the last couple years, James had taken to 'studying' with Clovis; he had started as a tag-along with Teddy. 'Stupid git. If I didn't write half my notes in code, he'd just outright steal them.' Class was dismissed, Clovis waited for the oncoming shoulder grip. A shot of pain, his collar was turning to dust, 'stupid oaf.'
"Oi, Clovis! Can I get the notes or did you do that shit with the squiggles again?"
"No, I did. They're my notes; I'll do with them what I wish. We can look over them together, if you insist." Clovis gave a slight sigh. His shoulder was still in pain.
"Yeah, yeah. Library? Before Dinner?" A stupid grin on his face, 'stupid fuck.'
"Yeah, I guess." He turned and walked towards the Hospital Wing, 'might as well see Corbin and get the full story from him. Stupid. Little Rose wouldn't hit anyone.'
"Hey Clovis. How's life treating you?"
He took a seat on the medical bed. Corbin was gathering his materials as he prepared to leave. He looked over his shoulder periodically, flashing his eye patch.
"A lot better than you, apparently. Are you going to listen to me now when I say to take it easy on the sauce? Rose punched you out. What the hell did you say?"
"I told her leave me alone. It's none of her business, the little bint. Now I have to deal with this shit." He pointed to at an eye patch meant to avoid stress from movement. "I'm not even laid up here for the whole week. I just have to come back between meals for the next shot, hurts like hell."
"Sounds like it's your fault, you know she wants to help everyone. My dad says her mom was a real busybody." He had also said she had great tits, but that was hardly here nor there. "At least you won't fall behind in class, well further behind."
"Have you ever heard of anyone getting held back here? I've didn't do a fucking thing in Potions last year, I still got an Acceptable!"
"Do you want to be a shit head like your father?"
"Don't ever mention him again." He slammed his hand on a set of drawers to show emphasis.
"Why? You don't know a Werewolf from a toaster. You constantly drink until you can't walk straight. You're his splitting image. How about trying to learn something? You don't exactly have anything to fall back on."
"Zabini, if you aren't my friend then get the fuck out. I don't need you fuckers telling me what to do!"
"Corbin, I'm your friend. A much better one than you are to yourself. But, I am not afraid to cut my ties with you."
"Fine, I don't need you. Scor has my back, always has."
"Yeah, but he doesn't know, now does he?"
"What?"
"He doesn't know Corbin. He thinks you're always sick, the Pepper-up and all. You go through one every week. He hates liquor, can't stand that our dads touch it. What do you think he'll do when he finds out his friend is drinking himself to death? That he's been hiding it for four years? That he expects the Malfoy household to support that? He won't look you in the eyes ever again. Just like your mother. Could you live with that?"
Corbin just sat there, staring at the boy. 'He's wondering if I'll tell. No, he has to tell Scorpius or it means nothing.'
"Well, are you-?"
"No. No, I'm not. He wouldn't believe me anyways. You're his best friend. I'd suggest telling him and starting to act like you mean it."
"Fuck."
"Yeah, quite the hole you dug here. Rose might be the best place to start."
"Why?"
"If he has a break-down or questions forgiving you for a second, who will he go to?"
"Th-thanks for being a friend, Clovis, I needed that. I deserved it."
"Someone had to. One of us was being an idiot."
"Let's get out of here." Corbin threw his satchel over his shoulder. His tie was in his pocket, the tail poked out of the top. It must've come undone on the way to the ground that morning.
Rose Weasley
'Stupid Corbin, he made me punch him in the stupid face. Stupid Scorpius. He didn't need to yell at me…'
She sighed as she twirled her quill in her fingers. Everything was getting difficult. Scorpius had gotten angry when he found out she hit Corbin. Furious when he learned Corbin was in the Hospital Wing. Her frame of mind was so fucked that she kind of thought it was sexy. She slumped over in her desk. Exhaustion had hit her with a sack of bezoars.
"Rose. Rooose."
"Wa wa-huh? Bijou?" Bijou was shaking her shoulder. Rose's bag was in her other hand.
"You fell sleep in class. Very unlike you, everything okay?"
"No, not a lot of things are okay right now. I woke up too early today. Corbin was pissing me off, so I hit him. He fell like a house of cards; it wasn't even a good swing. Then Scorpius got mad at me. I haven't had a good snog from him since before we got here. It's all so awful."
"I'm sorry, Rose. Hey, how about we get out of here and think up a plan to get through to your thick-headed cousin? That always makes you feel better."
"It does. I always find your attraction to him so hilarious." A smile slowly came to her lips.
"Shut up. I find him adorable and his eyes are just beautiful. He treats me nicely, too."
"I'm just kidding, I think you deserve each other. Thanks for packing my bag." She took her bag from Bijou and stood up, threatening to fall over because of the bag's heft.
They entered the common room, planning and laughing the entire way there.
"Okay, so I tell him I need to talk to him after practice. He'll stay behind in the locker room, and then you walk in looking like raw sex. Tussled hair, unbuttoned shirt, hiked up skirt, all of it. Then you just mash those ridiculous tits onto him, he'll jump all over you."
Rose and Bijou took seats on the green plush couch, opposite the roaring fire. They set their books on the coffee table. A pot of tea was waiting, charmed to simmer without harming the flavor. Rose poured herself a cup and took a sip, adding milk.
'Seriously, they are ridiculous. Damn it. Grandma and Aunt Ginny have huge boobs. Mom has some good ones too. Where the hell did I get these? Dad?'
"Oh come now, that makes me look like some kind of slag. Can you ever think of a way to win a boy that is modest?"
"Now that makes me sound bad. I just know what works."
"You've only had one boyfriend."
"He's only the hottest boy in the year and I have kept him, while having the chest of a child."
"Second hottest, but I won't question your results. How about something that doesn't sound like it came from a smutty novel?" A slight blush grew on Rose's face. She hid it with another sip of tea. She was not going to contest the stratagems origins.
"He's known you for four years. He knows how nice you are, he's even seen you naked. It was a while ago, before these beauties." She pointed lazily to Bijou's generous assets. "You need to take the initiative, his dad killed Voldemort but Albus is scared to death of a girl."
"That's true."
A blush on Bijou's face as she remembered that silly summer after second year, she'd forgotten a towel while showering and had ventured out to her room to change. Her friend had been supposed to arrive in half an hour, but Albus and Rose had arrived early to her house.
"I really wish you would stop focusing on my breasts. I am starting to think all this sexual frustration is turning you into a lesbo." Bijou joked.
"Hmm… I think you might be right, Bijou." Rose lunged at the large-breasted, tan-skinned girl.
"O-oh no, stop it Rose." They giggled and wrestled until more students came by, not wanting there to be a misunderstanding. Gossip was not your friend as a Slytherin, unless of course it was about someone else.
Corbin Goyle
Corbin Sighed. He was standing outside the portal of the commons, Rose was in there. He needed to make sure that he didn't snap at her and ruin his chance to apologize. It was a lot harder than it had seemed in the Hospital Wing, especially with a pounding headache. 'I might as well try to kick it now.'
He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders and sauntered into the commons. Rose and Bijou were giggling about something, 'I am so glad my injury did not dampen her mood.'
"Rose." She whipped her mane of rouge towards him, a befuddled look on her face.
"What do you want Corbin?"
"I wanted to speak with you. Bijou, could we do that alone?" Rose looked to her friend and nodded. Bijou shrugged and retreated to the girl's dorms.
"What do you want to talk about, Goyle?"
'Last names. Great!'
"Rose. I wanted to apologize for this morning and really for my shitty behavior for the past couple of years. You know about my… issues with my parents, kind of. It's so much more than just my mom and dad bickering and my dad's problems and irresponsibility. I-I didn't choose to deal with it like I should have."
"It's worse? Your dad socked you in the eye and cut you off, how much worse?" A look of concern overshadowed her face's features.
"He's always been like that, to my mother, to me. My earliest memories of him have a bottle of bourbon in his hands. I dealt with it, but my mother blamed me. I was the reason she couldn't leave."
"T-That's awful, how could you deal with that?"
"I drink, drank I guess now, since first-year. That's part of why I was so on-edge this morning, I was a little drunk. I didn't want to talk about my problems at home; it'd lead to talking about this problem."
"You should be telling Scorpius this; he's your best friend."
"And you're his girlfriend, he's probably gonna be mad, definitely mad, that I hid this from him, but also that I turned to alcohol. He hates the stuff, he hates alcoholics more. He thinks they're weak and foolish. I couldn't stand it if he left me too. I-I'm just asking you to make sure he doesn't hate me more than he has to."
"I'll see what I can do, but I'm not going to just change his mind. You better give him a reason to keep you around."
"I will. Thanks Rose." He turned on his heel and headed up the stairs to the boys' dorms. He'd throw out the bottle now, rather than have them taunt him.
Scorpius Malfoy
'He lied. He has been lying. Why wouldn't he be lying now? Despicable, he's seen what it has done to his family but he goes to anyways. He only threw it away because I caught him. '
His eyes clenched, a tear unhinged itself and fell. He had complete faith in some one, but he was left holding the bag. The cold air among the school grounds nipping at his nose and lips, he just had to get out of there, for a while at least. He didn't get that chance though, the grass behind him crinkled and snapped tentatively.
"Corbin, I don't want to hear it."
"Then maybe you should hear it from me." He turned to see Rose. She had on thick robes, leggings and a Slytherin scarf around her neck. "He apologized. He's ashamed about how he had been dealing with his problems. He needs you Scorpius. He wants you to be there for him."
"I've been here for him his entire life. It didn't mean a thing to him."
"Really? Because yesterday, you were bending over backwards in guilt, you know what? He was still dealing with more than that. He doesn't have a mother and father like us. It would kill him if you left him now. You're all he has, Scorpius…"
"… Fuck, Rose. What am I supposed to do? Just throw myself at his feet? He betrayed my trust; it's not something I can forgive lightly." He heard her come closer, the crunch of grass under her feet.
"Then, don't forgive him yet, but let him prove it to you. He'll try his best." She rested her head on his side and he could feel the warmth through his coat. 'Merlin, I love her.'
"Fine. I'll talk to him tomorrow, let him worry for a little bit. Let's go back inside, my face is numb."
"That's your right. I know how to warm you up, sweetie." She wrapped her arms around his thin waist in a lazy hug.
She slowly pulled at his collar, drawing him to her physically and mentally. Her lips were soft and warm, the smell of vanilla enveloping his senses, dulling his mind and glazing his eyes. He had missed this. His hands grabbed her soft haunches and dropping her onto the long abandoned teacher's desk. A slight moan rising in her throat as his hand ascended her creamy stems.
His cold fingers traced the scalloped edge of her lingerie, her breath drawing harshly at each peak, drawing ever closer to her core. His index finger hooking underneath the thin green lace, sliding over her smooth pelvis as he lightly bit her collar bone. Her breath hitched, his hand moved to cover her heated slit over the lace.
"I'm sorry, I have been neglecting you. Can you forgive me?"
"N-no, I can't. You must pay for your neglect."
"As you wish, My Rose."
His thumb hooking the underpinnings of her knickers, drawing them slowly down, waiting for his love to raise her hips to allow them to go, and casting them aside. His left hand took up the task of covering her womanhood, gently massaging her soft vulva, feeling the slow quaking of her hips. His fingertips gently parting her lip and stroking her clit, drawing lazy circles around it, Rose gasped in shock.
"…Fuck." She whispered as her intestines knotted.
"Do you wish me to continue?" He looked her in her dark, glazed blue eyes.
"That's a stupid question." She murmured.
Scorpius drew her hips closer to the edge of the desk, squatting onto his toes. He shot his tongue into her heat, feeling her shudder and her thighs tighten as they framed his face. His tongue padding and slithering within her, feeling as she once again contracted and her legs loosened. She laid back on the desk, her small chest heaving and her flushed face gasping for breath.
"We should go, prefects will start patrolling soon." He picked up her discarded knickers, placing them on the desk.
"I-I don't think I could stand up right now, Scorpius. Sit with me, won't you?"
Scorpius sat next to the trembling girl, stroking her hair as her heart slowed to regular pace. She began to stir as her strength returned, drawing the lace back up her legs. She hugged his shoulder, sighing in pleasure. Looking down to his obvious erection, she remembered her duties.
"We should go now, Rose."
"That's not fair." She gave a coy little pout, draping her arms over him, one of her hands drifting to his erection.
"I-it's fine, I can take care of myself."
"I don't care what you think. It's not fair to our little friend here." Her fingers squeezing his scrotum, releasing it and traveling up towards the head, "he must have missed me dearly."
A throaty moan escaped her lover, no protest remaining in him. 'Dammit, how can she do this so effortlessly?' She gave a deviant's smile, her fingers again traversing his length to his sack, palming his package and giving it a loose but firm squeeze.
"Tell me Scorpius. How much did he miss me?"
He felt like he had that night in first year; the night air and the atmosphere of sex coating his skin, his eyes glazed and blurring only taking in the visage of a horrible succubus, his mind blank with only vague depictions of love and lust flashing at odd intervals.
"He missed you so much, he wants you more than he ever thought possible."
"Did you pleasure yourself to thoughts of me?"
"Y-yes, I did. I apologize, I missed you."
"Naughty little boy. I'll forgive you. Take off your pants, now!"
Scorpius hurriedly removed his belt, undoing the fly and sliding the slacks off. The zipper gave a pained reply to its abuse. He stood with this half unbuttoned shirt and favorite snitch design boxers.
"I always hated this pair." Rose purred with a playful look of sadness on her face.
"T-then maybe we should remove them."
"No, no. I think we should ruin them, yes?" She ran one finger up his length, a painful twitch accompanying the light, powerful sensation. "I don't want you to ever wear them again."
She told him to sit on the desk, which he did. He like that pair of boxers, but the reward was worth more than the price. Her hands loving caressing his manhood through the cotton was evidence enough of that. She placed loving hickies on his chest, secretly announcing her right to others. She bent over slightly, licking at the head of his penis, felling it pulse and twitch under her tongue. Sliding her lips up and down the sides of the tent, the wetness of her mouth and his pre-cum making the soft fabric cling to the skin underneath.
"Are you about to finish?" She asked looking up to Scorpius. He shook his head, though this was a lie. "Good, I'm starting to have fun. Hold it until I tell you."
'I hate when she does this…' He took a deep breath, attempting to control himself through his abdomen. She knew he was at the end of his rope, but it was fun to play with him. She grasped his sack, firmly, and began to run her tongue over his length, lazily winding her way up. Scorpius was gasping for air, trying everything he'd ever heard in the common room, Quidditch party, or read in copies of Playwizard, to hold himself from relief.
When Rose reached his second head, she looked up to see her love, a withering, panting mess. His blonde hair, matted with sweat, and his lips glistening with his need and her desire, she smiled at her work. She took his head in her mouth, circling it with her tongue, and then slowly took the length into her mouth, gripping his scrotum as she did. Rose felt the jerk and pump of Scorpius's hips, attempting to force his love into her throat, in a misguided attempt at an heir. She removed the member from her mouth, smiling at the panting Scorpius.
"I'm sorry, Sweetie. I didn't say you could finish yet." She released her grip on his testicles, another wave of pleasure surging. A jet of cum shooting forth from the cotton 'sleeve' of his boxers, another and another, each one like a useless attempt at reaching Rose. Each one fell to the floor in a silent genocide of white fluid.
'Fuck... Fuck.' Scorpius tried to take a deep breath.
"We should go Scorpius. The prefects are on rounds now."
'Fuck.' He sighed in relief.
Scorpius removed his boxers, using them to clean the mess on the stone floor. Mainly smearing his seed into the dirt, he threw them to the back of the class. Scorgifying his penis before redressing, they arrived at the Dungeons with no incident. They kissed passionately but politely, before turning in for bed.
Scorpius looked over the Corbin's bed, the curtains thrown open, his sheets and bedside in disarray. Sweating was soaking Corbin's torso in the cool air of the dorm, 'Withdrawal'.
As she was undressing, Rose saw bijou peek out at her. She gave a silent nod to the half-asleep friend, who smiled and retuned to bed.
A/N: Yeah. So, that's why I needed the year jump. Glad Corbin got help, it's not the end of his struggle but he'll be in a much better place. I wanted to put more Clovis, but something told me you guys might want some more smut. I fucking love Rose.
Um, yeah so Clovis is gay for Teddy. I don't know why I thought that up, but yeah. That's a thing now. So look forward to that.
Bijou and Albus will be more central next time; Rose and Scor will get involved. Hopefully there are some cute misunderstandings and maybe Albus punches his V-card. Also, because I think you guys will ask, Rose and Scorpius haven't gone all the way. They're both almost 15, which isn't too bad for a fanfic, but I want to write more of this stuff. Write what you know, I know oral.