Okay fellows, we're only one chapter from the end now, which means that tomorrow this story will be over ^^
This is still Greg's fifth year and... well I really don't have anything to say about this one. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. Sherlock Holmes belongs to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and this version of the characters belongs to the BBC, Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss. I didn't make any money writing this.
A/N: A round of applause for my Beta, IBegToDreamAndDiffer :) She was a huge help, just go read her stuff it's amazing ;)
Gregory hadn't seen Mycroft for two weeks and was really starting to worry. Even if the Slytherin didn't want to talk to him Gregory needed to make sure that he was okay. But he hadn't even seen him in the corridors or the Great Hall. He kept looking up at breakfast, lunch and dinner hoping to catch a glimpse of him but he had been disappointed so far.
Once again, Gregory glanced at the Slytherin table and let out a sigh when he didn't Mycroft sitting there. He resisted the urge to smack his cutlery against the table and got up, heading out of the Great Hall. He had a DA meeting that evening but Greg really didn't have the heart to go. All he wanted to do was go to Their Room and smash a few pieces of furniture.
He walked up the stairs, ignoring the way the other students looked at him for leaving dinner so early, and made his way towards the third floor. Greg slowly opened the door and entered, closing it in his wake before turning around to look at the room.
He froze when he saw Mycroft sitting at one of the desks, apparently deep in thought. The immediate shock he felt soon washed off, leaving a feeling of relief quickly followed by sheer anger. He gaped at his boyfriend for a few seconds before his rage took over.
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?"
Mycroft blinked at him before slowly getting up. "I've been away for a little while."
"Yeah, I'd figured that out!" Greg cried out, his hands clenching into fists. "But that wasn't my question! Where the hell were you, Mycroft?"
"I would tell you if I-"
"Oh no! No, no, no!" the Hufflepuff interrupted. "Don't give me that crap, Mycroft! You can tell me, it's really easy in fact; use your words!"
"It's not that simple," Mycroft said, rubbing his eyes with the tips of his fingers.
"Fine!" Gregory spat out. "Don't tell me, I don't care."
He began turning around but Mycroft's words stopped him, "Are you going to one of your meetings then?"
Greg took a deep breath. "At least when one of our meetings is cancelled, the others have the decency to let me know."
"Oh yes," Mycroft whispered. "I have to admit that Miss Granger's coins are quite ingenious."
"What… How… How do you know about the coins?"
Mycroft took a step forward. "It took me two hours to find out the location of your meetings and the way you could communicate."
"Are you bragging now?"
"I am only saying that you might think Umbridge is stupid, but she is far from it," Mycroft answered, getting closer still. "If it took me this little time, how long do you think it will be before she catches up with you?"
"And how is it any business of yours?" Gregory snapped, letting anger take the better of him.
Mycroft frowned. "Fine, think what you will. I just think that us being together is dangerous enough, there's no need to give Umbridge another reason to have you expelled."
"Would you rather I stopped shagging you then?" Greg sneered. "Because I might just."
"Gregory, please…" Mycroft whispered, now standing right in front of his boyfriend. "Just be careful…"
Gregory looked up to see worry in Mycroft's eyes and sighed, his anger somewhat dying down. "It's really not fair, Mycroft."
The Slytherin raised an eyebrow and Gregory added, "I worry too, but I don't have any way of spying on you."
"I'm not spying on you," Mycroft smirked.
"Right," the Hufflepuff chuckled back. "All right, I have a proposition."
Mycroft paused before saying, "I'm listening."
"For each answer you give me, I'll kiss you."
"Now look who's not being fair."
"I never said I was," Greg grinned. "Do we have a deal?"
Mycroft let out a sigh. "I can't give you any specifics, Greg…"
Gregory gave him a look and his boyfriend rolled his eyes.
"All right, I have a counter offer," Mycroft said. "I'll explain as much as I can and if it's enough for you to be satisfied, I get to kiss you for as long as I want."
Gregory pretended to think about it for minute, knowing he would let Mycroft kiss him as much as he wanted anyway. It had been two horribly long weeks.
"Deal," he finally answered with a grin.
"All right," Mycroft breathed out. "I can tell you that I was still in the British Islands, I wasn't alone…"
"See, I don't think you're making as good a case as you think you are," Greg interrupted. "This kind of sounds like you were cheating on me."
"Don't be ridiculous," he chastised. "I was sent away, I wasn't just travelling. And… I didn't warn you because I never thought it would take this long. Is that enough for you?"
"Two more questions and I'll let you know," Greg answered, his face growing serious. "Were you in any danger?"
Mycroft bit his lip and looked away.
"The truth, Mycroft," Greg warned.
"I could have been…" Mycroft said slowly, looking back at his boyfriend. "… but I wasn't."
"All right…" Greg sighed as he processed this bit of information. "Will you have to go again?"
"Yes," the Slytherin reluctantly admitted. "But when I do I will let you know."
"Can I do anything to stop you from going?" Greg asked.
"That's your third question, Greg."
"Just answer it… please?"
Mycroft heaved out a sigh. "I'm afraid not."
"All right," Greg whispered before grabbing Mycroft's head and planting a light kiss on his lips. "Just promise me you'll be careful?"
"I promise," Mycroft smiled but Greg could tell his boyfriend couldn't be sure he would be safe. "Can I kiss you now?"
"If you must," Gregory chuckled half-heartedly.
Mycroft didn't waste any time before sealing their lips again, forcing Greg's mouth open and slipping his tongue inside. He pushed against Gregory, his hands gently stroking his thigh as he pinned him to the door.
He pulled back for a second to wave his hand in the air, locking the door and probably casting a silencing spell on the room before catching Greg's lips again. One of Mycroft's hands came up from Gregory's thigh to cup his cock through his uniform, making the Hufflepuff gasp.
"I only said you could kiss me!"
Mycroft grinned before dropping to his knees and unbuckling Greg's belt. "I didn't specify where I wanted to kiss you."
Gregory's giggle turned into a moan as Mycroft freed his cock and he figured that, just once, he could miss a DA meeting. This was an emergency after all.
Months passed as tension grew within the school. As Mycroft had predicted, Umbridge managed to catch Dumbledore's Army during one of their meeting and gave them all two months detention. They were painful but Greg couldn't bring himself to mind; it was a bit difficult for him to care considering that Mycroft had disappeared again. This time the Slytherin had let him know but Greg wasn't sure it was enough.
He woke up every morning wishing it was all a bad dream and hoping to catch a glimpse of Mycroft in the Great Hall. He knew Mycroft wouldn't want him to worry and Greg knew that his boyfriend could take care of himself; but he did worry. He didn't have the faintest idea where Mycroft was and the fact that the Slytherin wouldn't tell him after all this time only made it worse.
What could he be doing that was so horrible he couldn't even talk about it?
Professor McGonagall sent them on their way as the class ended and Gregory realized he hadn't heard a word of what she'd been trying to explain for the last two hours. He shook his head and packed his bag before heading out with the firm intention of spending the evening in Their Room, wallowing in misery. But apparently, even that wouldn't be possible.
"Hi, Greg," Lavender greeted him so cheerfully it made Greg want to punch something.
"Er… hi."
"Are you okay? You've been lookin' a bit pale these days."
Gregory frowned, wondering how she had noticed as he rarely ever saw her. Then again, he had a feeling he'd rather not know the answer.
"I'm fine, thanks," he said. "How are you?"
"Oh, I'm doing great!" she nearly shrieked, making Greg wince. Lavender then grabbed his arm and turned him around so that he would face her. "Actually, there's something I wanted to talk to you about."
Gregory frowned. "Yeah?"
"You know how this is a difficult year for everyone…"
Greg snorted. That was the understatement of the century.
"Well, I think it'd be foolish to let Umbridge get us down, you know?"
Gregory nodded even though he wasn't sure he was following her train of thought. What were they supposed to do? Dance around and have a big musical in the Great Hall?
"We're all young and attractive people, I say we should make the best of what we have, you know?"
"I guess," Greg answered, a little bit lost by now. What was she on about? He wasn't even sure he had heard what she'd just said; he was trying not to focus on how horribly high-pitched her voice was.
However, what she did next immediately brought him back to reality. She firmly grabbed his head and threw herself at him, planting a sloppy kiss on his lips. Gregory groaned and tried to take a step back but Lavender only took a step forward to press them together again.
Gregory abruptly shut his eyes and grabbed her arms, pushing her away a bit more forcefully than necessary.
"What the hell are you doing?" he yelled, resisting the urge to pinch himself to make sure this wasn't some sort of horrific nightmare.
"Didn't you hear what I just said?" she asked as if it was the answer to everything. She took another step forward.
Gregory raised his hands between the two of them immediately. "Woah, woah, woah! Stop right there."
"Why? Don't you find me attractive?"
Definitely not, Greg thought but figured it probably wouldn't be the right thing to say right now.
"It's not that," he sighed.
"What? Do you have a girlfriend or something?"
"No, no," he resisted the urge to chuckle at the absurdity of it until an idea struck him. "I mean, yes! I have a… girlfriend, back home! She's not here but… yeah, I have a… girlfriend."
"So what? You just have to make sure she doesn't find out…"
Gregory's eyes nearly popped out of his head and he took several steps back, trying to get away as quickly as he could.
"I still wouldn't cheat on her," he frowned, trying to picture Mycroft in a dress. Wow, that was weirdly unattractive.
Greg shook his head to get that picture out of his mind and looked up to make sure that Lavender would actually listen to what he was saying. "I don't care if she's five thousand miles away, all right? I love her so… I'm sorry."
Lavender let out an annoyed groan. "Well, you could have told me that a few months back!"
"How was I supposed to know?" he nearly yelled back.
"I wasn't being exactly subtle now, was I? It was so obvious and I'm pretty sure you flirted back!"
"I… what? No!"
"It doesn't matter. You're not my type anyway!" she hissed before walking away.
Gregory let out a shaky breath before falling back against the wall. What was that? Sweet Lord, if John ever found out about this he would never let Greg live it down. He groaned and tried to get off the wall but a hand suddenly gripped his uniform, pushing him back against the bricks.
"Do you have something to tell me, Greg?"
Gregory blinked a few times as he recognized Mycroft's voice.
"Since when are you back?" he asked, finally seeing his boyfriend's face in the darkness of the corridor. Apparently Mycroft had pushed him into some sort of alcove, blocking out the already dimming sunlight.
"I've only just come back and I must say you have quite a way of welcoming me home."
"Don't be ridiculous," Greg blushed as he wiped lipstick off his face. "She threw herself at me and trust me, she's much stronger than she appears."
Greg was shuddering just thinking about it.
"I do hope you let her down in the cruelest way imaginable," Mycroft grinned.
"You monster," Gregory chuckled. "Anyway, are you…" he stopped mid-sentence and frowned, "What the hell is that?"
Mycroft tensed a little. "What is what?"
The Hufflepuff took a deep breath before pointing at a rather deep cut on Mycroft's face. "What the hell is that?"
"Just a minor injury. Nothing you should worry about."
Gregory repeatedly blinked. "A minor injury? You have got to be kidding me!"
"Greg…" Mycroft sighed.
"You promised me you would be safe!"
"I promised you I would be careful," the Slytherin corrected. "As you can imagine, my own personal safety isn't always up to me."
"Why are you doing this?" Gregory bit his lip as he fell back against the wall.
"Because I have to," Mycroft said softly. "It'll be over soon, and then I will explain everything. I promise."
The Slytherin gently took Greg's head between his hands, pressing their foreheads together.
"You promise it will be over soon?" Gregory breathed out.
"I might have to go one last time and then everything should go back to normal."
"All right…"
Mycroft have him a small smile before leaning in to take his lips. In a now familiar gesture, Gregory let him lead the kiss, opening up his lips and welcoming the taste of Mycroft's tongue against his own. He could feel the memory of Lavender's lips quickly fading to be replaced with a taste he much preferred.
Mycroft pushed his boyfriend back against the wall, pressing himself against Greg until their chests were hot against each other. He slid one of his legs between Greg's, rubbing his thigh against his boyfriend's crotch as a moan escaped his lips.
Slightly flushed, Gregory pulled back a little, his breath a bit heavier than a minute ago. "Are you sure you want to do this here?"
Mycroft groaned in approval as his lips slid down to bite at Gregory's neck, making him gasp.
"What if someone sees us?"
"I'm not sure I care," the Slytherin groaned, pressing himself harder against Greg.
The Hufflepuff pulled at Mycroft's hair, bringing him up into another heated kiss. Gregory could hear the faint sound of cheers a few corridors away but couldn't find the energy to care. His senses were so full of Mycroft he didn't think he would be able to tell if a bomb dropped a few inches away from them.
He heard the words 'Weasley' and 'fireworks' being whispered in the corridor before he began fumbling with Mycroft's belt. Greg let his boyfriend's trousers pool down to his knees before slipping his hand inside Mycroft's underwear to grip his cock.
The Slytherin gasped and cupped Greg's crotch in response before sliding his hand under the clothes as well. Gregory heard the sounds of heels clicking against the marble floor a few feet away but ignored it as heat rushed up his body, making him groan deeply.
The clicking noise stopped almost immediately and they both froze, realizing that there was only one teacher in the whole school who wore heels at all times. Mycroft and Gregory looked at each other for a second before the Slytherin quickly waved his hand in the air, the footsteps moving in their direction.
"Don't make a sound…" he whispered into Greg's ear.
They were in an alcove, far away from the crowd passing by but if Umbridge had actually heard them, there was nowhere for them to hide. Gregory could feel his heart beating hard in his temples and was pretty sure that anyone could have heard it from the other side of the castle. He held his breath as he caught a glimpse of Umbridge's skirt inches away from where she could see them.
She turned around and Greg felt like she had been there for a year. She finally walked away but Gregory and Mycroft only allowed themselves to breathe when the sound of her heels had died down in the distance.
Mycroft quickly cast a Silencing charm before leaning in to kiss Greg again. He grabbed his boyfriend's underwear and slid them down, raising an eyebrow when he saw Gregory's leaking cock.
"I would never have taken you for an exhibitionist," he grinned.
"Shut up," Gregory blushed before kissing him again.
Greg grabbed his boyfriend's cock again and began pumping hard, knowing they could take their time later tonight. He could feel himself growing closer to his climax and wanted Mycroft to come with him. Gregory bit his lip and buried his face in Mycroft's neck.
"Fuck…" he breathed out as his body began to tense.
He slid his thumb against the slit of Mycroft's cock before stroking him harder, faster, making the Slytherin groan. Mycroft jerked him one last time and Gregory came, biting down on his boyfriend's neck to stop himself from crying out. Mycroft came a few seconds later with a low moan, letting his head fall on Greg's shoulder as he waited for his racing heart to calm down.
Five minutes later Mycroft finally stepped back, cleaning them up with a flick of his wrist. "I'll see you after dinner?"
"Sure," Gregory chuckled, feeling light-headed with glee.
Mycroft kissed him hard one last time and walked away, checking that the corridor was empty. Getting caught right now probably wasn't a good idea.
So, what do you think? Where is Mycroft going? Can you guess what'll happen in the final chapter? :]
See you tomorrow for the last chapter (and a bonus OS, I'll tell you more about it tomorrow)