A/N: I kind of introduced Hugo last chapter and I think he could be fun later on. So this chapter will be more focused on him and the House Hufflepuff but Rose and Scorpius get a little smutty. For now, enjoy it.

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Hugo

7 December 2020 (Monday)

Hugo looked across the Great Hall at the Slytherin table. The distance was for the Hufflepuff's safety. Rose was giggling with Bijou and Albus. Scorpius was looking like he hadn't slept in days. Hugo felt a quick jab in his side.

"Ow, what!" Hugo hissed.

"Wow, sorry, Huey. Thought you might want to talk about the Quidditch match against Gryffindor tomorrow, I guess not." Ashley flipped her over her shoulder, 'Merlin, she's beautiful.'

"I-I'm sorry, okay? I was just thinking about something and you know how sensitive my ribs are."

"Fine. You are really ticklish."

The color drained from Hugo's face. But it was too late, she was already on him and he could not breathe.

"St-st-ahaha-p! Come on Ashley, get off, p-people are looking!" Ashley Longbottom sat up from leaning over the boy.

"Uh, yeah. S-so, see you in D-defense?" She said through a deep blush and a stutter.

As she stood, Hugo took a minute to admire her athletic build. Her long sinewy legs, budding breasts and firm rump, her soft-looking lips and gorgeous green eyes, she was beautiful. 'Now if only I wasn't her gangly, ginger tickle-buddy.' He sighed as she left, enjoying the sight. The seat was quickly taken and an arm was slung over his shoulder, it was the team captain, Justin Macmillan, a fourth year. Hufflepuff didn't have a very strong team so when a good player appeared they were often pushed to leadership.

"How is my favorite Keeper?"

"I'm fine, Justin. How are you, mate?"

"Great, great. Are you ready to play your entire family?"

"My sister's in Slytherin, remember?"

"Ah, yeah, I forgot about the scary one."

"She's not scary. She's just annoying and bossy."

"I don't know, if she can keep a Malfoy on a leash, she's scary in my book."

"You're just mad that's she's has the best grades in your year and her boyfriend is tied with you."

"Pfft, grades aren't what I care about. My dad is the one who keeps after me about it. I just want to play Quidditch and get a pretty girl."

"They both certainly sound nice, but let's focus on Gryffindor. You can girl hunt after the match."

"Are you a legilimens? Yeah, just watch out for your cousin, Louis, and Darryl. Jacqueline Jenkins, the seventh year, isn't a very good Chaser."

"Alright. Is that all? I need to eat before class."

"I'll talk to you at lunch, but this is good enough for now."

"Thank you." Hugo said as he began to spoon some porridge into his mouth.

As he ate he thought about James and Darryl, how similar they were. They both played very aggressively as Chasers, even rivaling Scorpius, who was a great solo player but they were a cohesive unit. They could almost read each other's thoughts. Then they were both 'Big Man on Campus' kind of guys, kings of parties and jokes and extremely popular. Also they were antagonistic to their siblings in personality; James and Darryl were loud and kind of obnoxious, while Albus and Ashley were both more reserved, though Lily was more like James than Albus.

"Ah, speak of the devil."

"Unhappy to see me, Huey?"

"Actually yes, I am, Lil. I was just thinking about you and you showed up, while I was trying to enjoy breakfast."

"Oh shut it. You should be happy that I'm even talking to you."

Hugo had no idea how she had tricked the Sorting Hat into putting her into Hufflepuff. He took a bite of toast, chewing quickly because he had no clue how much time he had left.

"How much time do we have before Defense, Lily?"

She glanced at her Hello Kitty wristwatch, 'Muggle must be 'in' now or something. Grandpa would love that.'

"Like thirty minutes, why?"

"That's weird, Ashley left like ten minutes ago."

"Really? I saw her talking to Will Corner, the third year from Ravenclaw."

"W-what? Are you sure?" His face went pale again.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure." She said bitterly.

'H-he couldn't be asking her out, right? She'd say no, right? She said she hated conceited jerks like him.' Hugo dropped his fork, loaded with a heap of eggs, onto the plate before he ran towards the set of great doors he had seen Ashley leave through.

He hadn't found her, so he had gone to class but she wasn't present. Hugo could feel his heart squeezing with each second that passed without her there. He didn't know what to do. The lecture on the defending against Grindylows was impossible to focus on, though boring Hugo knew it was going to be important.

"So that's twelve inches on the lecture topic, due Thursday."

'Bloody hell.' Hugo smacked his forehead.

"You can borrow my notes." Lily said as she put a hand on his shoulder.

"Thanks, Lil. You're a life-saver."

He started gathering his books into his bag. Lily and Hugo began to walk down the hall. He heard the click of leather as foot-steps rapidly approached him from over his shoulder. He was then found himself in a plushily cushioned embrace from behind.

"Hey Hugo, guess what!"

"W-what?" Hugo's heart steadily rose into his throat, preparing for it to drop.

"Will Corner asked me out! Isn't that cool?"

He felt her arms squeeze him, he wanted ever so bad to bury himself in her chest and die.

"That's great…" He said before fighting out of her grip. "I h-have to go talk to my sister. We can celebrate or whatever later."

He turned and ran in the direction of the dungeons. Hugo could feel Lily's green eyes bore into his back as he turned the corner, and faintly hear Ashley talk about how smart Will was and how handsome and funny he was. He could feel tears puddle in his eyes as he ran, as he tried in vain to blink them away. 'Oh come on, it's not like you have a right to be upset. You didn't even try to make a move. But then why does it hurt?'

He had loved Ashley since the spring before they left for Hogwarts together. They would go visit each other at their houses, usually Ashley's because her mother was home more often, and play until it got dark. They'd fly, degnome the Longbottom's private gardens, which were famous around the Wizarding World, read books, and play games of 'make-believe'. They had done that since they were both about five years old. But one day in that spring when all the clouds decided not to rain, Hugo looked up at Ashley's smiling face when she found him during a game of 'Hide and Seek' and just knew he loved her. He had always been there for her, they'd joined Quidditch together, she was his best friend and he supposed that that's all he was to her.

He found himself in front of the dungeons. Well, where they were supposed to be. Mildewed stone stared back at him at the end of the hall. He knew that the portraits of the other commons could be used to call someone from inside, but he wasn't quite sure what to do with no portrait or ghost to speak to.

"Umm, I-I'm Hugo Weasley, could someone get my sister for me? R-Rose Weasley?"

Nothing happened. The stone didn't speak. No one popped out their head to say 'just a moment.' So there he stood, completely at a loss.

"Uh, please?"

The stones started to shift and change shape, there stood Scorpius Malfoy, her sister's boyfriend.

"Well, hello little Huey. Your sister is talking with Professor Vane, arguing about a Potions essay. Can I be of help?"

Hugo was grateful that his tears had dried on the run. He thought to himself, 'maybe he can help me?'

"You can try, Malfoy. Can I come in?"

"Well, I'd get hell for it but I think your sister would clear it up. Come on in, tea?"

"Yeah, that sounds good. It's chilly down here."

"You get used to it, just like the mermaids peeking in on the beds."

"What?"

"Yeah, they're pretty strange." He picked up the charmed kettle and poured a cup for each of them. "We've been told they can't see through the glass, but I don't believe that. Regardless, they seem to love Albus. Sugar?"

"That's really weird, two please."

Hugo lazily stirred the tea as he tried to get comfortable in the couch. The couch was very comfortable, to Slytherins. Hufflepuffs' chairs, bed, even carpets were plusher. Hugo just found the cushion to be cold, stiff, and a little damp, much like Slytherin house in general. But he found a somewhat comfortable spot and began to think of how to share his problems without becoming a Slytherin joke.

"Malfoy, I need you to be discrete about this. It needs to stay between us, maybe Rose can help too."

"I understand. It'll stay between us, now can you get to the root of it?"

Scorpius threw himself onto the couch, which caused Hugo to fly a few inches into the air and back down to the couch. Hugo took another second to regain his comfort.

"You know Ashley Longbottom?"

"I know of her, Professor Longbottom's daughter. She's a really good Chaser for Hufflepuff."

"Not to mention the most beautiful girl in my year."

"Ah, so it's a girl problem."

"…Yeah. We've been friends for a long time, I thought I'd have time to grow up and be mature. Then I could tell her how I felt, that I wanted to be more than that. But fucking Will Corner swoops in and takes her." He took a sip of the tea. It was already getting cold because of the chill in the dorm.

"Hugo, Albus went through the same thing. Agonizing over everything that Bijou Zabini did, thinking that he would eventually get the courage to tell her his feelings."

"Well, did he? I know they are together but I don't know the details."

"Bijou told him first, but that's not my point. Women are people too, Hugo, they aren't just going to wait until someone says something. If it wasn't Will Corner, it'd be some other guy. I know you think you need this girl, but do you need her now, this instant? Will you die if you're not the only guy she ever sees? I know things are going to be hard on you, seeing her with him will be like the Cruciatus but he's not the end-all-be-all and neither is she. Take this time, do what you said; mature and gather your feelings. If you still want her after that, take her from him."

Hugo sat there for a moment. He hadn't expected this, not actual advice. He had expected something like what his dad would say, 'w-well, son wh-when a man and a woman…' and then he'd mutter a few sentences and leave. He was shocked to say the least.

"S-Scorpius, what about you and my sister? Do you feel those things for my sister?"

"I need her, now and always. I'd die an agonizing death and no one could stand between us. She is quite scary when she wants to be. So, I suppose I do feel that way for her."

"T-thanks, Scorpius. This… this will help me a lot."

"Glad to hear it. Finish your tea with me, I'd just be lonely."

So, they finished their cups. Hugo had another, it was still very cold in the room and he thought it rude to leave.

"You look a bit like your sister, Hugo. Not in a feminine way. You have the same hair, shorter, of course. Your freckles are even similar, but your eyes are green."

"What are you getting at?"

"Sorry, I just wanted to say that. Good luck in your match tomorrow. Should I rough up Will a bit for you in our match Wednesday?"

"No. It's not his fault. I shouldn't have been afraid."

Scorpius nodded and as he did Hugo heard a muffled yell. Rose came in red-faced and fuming. She was muttering to herself about a 'dim-witted bat' and a 'deaf wall'.

"What are you doing here Hugo?" She hissed.

"Just talking to your boyfriend, he wanted to help me with something. I guess I should get going. Thanks again, Scorpius."

Hugo left through the gaping hole in the dormitory wall. He felt a lot better, he was sure that he still had feelings for Ashley but he didn't feel as bitter or sad about her. He just wanted to move along. So he did, he began walking down the hall as the stone wall rebuilt itself.

Rose

She had spent the better half of an hour arguing with Professor Vane over the grade on her essay, but the woman wouldn't concede that she was wrong. So she had left before the conversation became less than cordial. She stomped down to the Slytherin dungeons but on her way one of the stones shifted and fell right in front of dungeon. She shrieked in surprised.

"Green Kirtle." She spat, the wall sat motionless. She swung her satchel at it and repeated herself, the wall snapped to attention and began to rearrange itself.

She dusted herself off as she entered the dorm. The shock of red hair surprised her, there were few red-haired Slytherins. It was Hugo. 'What's he doing here?'

"What are you doing here, Hugo?" She hissed.

She had some misgivings about her brother being in the Slytherin dorms and talking to her boyfriend.

"Just talking to your boyfriend, he wanted to help me with something. I guess I should get going. Thanks again, Scorpius."

She watched silently as he brother strutted out through the wall. As soon as the last pebble settled into its damp home she turned to Scorpius with an enraged look. Her venom from the conversation with Vane was boiling and spilling over.

"Would you care to enlighten me, Scorpius?" Her chest was heaving in anger and her skin was growing pink and heated.

"I-I was just helping your brother, he's having some girl problems. So I tried to help him get over it."

Suddenly Rose's anger had found a target, the unlucky bitch that had hurt her brother. He was a thankless, scrawny wanker but he was her brother, all the same.

"Who was it?"

"Who do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb. You know who, the little Hufflepuff slut who hurt my brother." She hissed at her boyfriend.

"Ashley Longbottom. It's okay though, he's over the whole thing anyways. He said I helped him a lot. Can you please calm down? You're just mad over the Potions essay."

Scorpius grabbed her hand, his porcelain skin rapidly cooling hers. Rose sighed, she was only mad at Professor Vane. She hardly gave a damn about Ashley. She was mad someone had hurt her brother, but she wasn't going to do something about it. That was his business.

"Alright. I'm still exasperated. I was hoping you'd be by yourself."

"Why?"

"What? You don't want some angry, sweaty intercourse?"

"U-um, w-we should probably not. We have Runes in a few hours, we should review for that."

"Okay… but let's do something first, please?"

"Uh, okay."

"Get on your knees and close your eyes."

"Rose, I don't like where this is going." That didn't stop him from doing as he was instructed, but he always felt he should be on the record.

"Yes, you do." Rose cast Wingardium Leviosa nonverbally on a plush armchair, her mother had pressed her to learn a few nonverbal spells, just in case she was ever in trouble but she had continued it on her own. She placed the armchair before Scorpius. She stepped over the arm of the chair and sat on it with her knees to her chest. She could feel a dab of wetness between her legs as she saw the anxiety on his face. She watched his nostrils flared, his eyes, behind their lids, and his face tense in realization. She watched his tongue wet his lips in anticipation.

"You can smell it, can't you? I'm not sure whether to be flattered or offended."

"Flattered, it is quite a delicious smell."

"Oh? Describe it for me."

Scorpius leaned in, his nose only centimeters from her warmth. His face had tinged pink as he had neared her.

"A bit flowery, from your soap, and then sweet, like… honey. May I?"

"You may."

Scorpius allowed his tongue to slither out of his mouth, wetting his lips as it passed. It found its mark, slowly ascending and descending, making the small wet mark on her cotton knickers grow. Rose's breath grew uneven and heavy.

"W-wait."

Scorpius froze as he was. Rose slowly took off her panties and placed them in her shirt pocket. She took a deep breath to compose herself.

"Now, as for reviewing, I would think it would be good for you to practice your runes."

Scorpius nodded. His tongue began to slowly draw runes over her clit, stopping between them as he thought of the next. Rose's thighs clamped around his head after 'partnership', his hot cheeks pressed against her pale legs. He took it as a plea to forget the runes and make her cum. He skimmed the cusp of his incisor over her swollen nub, bringing his tongue to smother the surface.

She couldn't think, her body began to run on pure need and lust. Her hips were bucking against him, her hands grasping at handfuls of hair, her lips praying for release. Then she felt the familiar buzz, her body giving a slight shake as her gasps became screams. Her mind went fuzzy and warm.

"F-fuck." She sighed.

Scorpius wriggled his head out of her grasp, taking deep breaths.

"You meant to smother me?"

"I don't think that would be such an awful way to die."

Scorpius gave her a troubled look, he really couldn't disagree, but he was slightly afraid what would happen if he actually agreed. He thought it best to ignore it. So he moved on. He stood slowly, watching for any signs of disapproval, Rose didn't give any. He lifted her into his arms and began towards the stairs to the boy's dorms.

He sat her down on his bed. He sat next to her and patted his knee. Rose responded, sitting on his lap. Scorpius threaded his arms through hers from behind and began to unbutton her shirt, watching over her shoulder as he exposed her brassiere and her pale stomach. His right hand, its work done, slid down her side and it continued down her thigh. His left hand slid into her flayed shirt and his right hand began to massage her inner thigh.

She looked up to him, puckering her lip in a plea for a kiss. Scorpius brought his lips to hers, her kiss heavy with desire and need. His right hand approached her mound, softly petting the few soft curls of her womanhood, his left busying itself by gripping her right breast and teasing her nipple. Rose didn't hate this. She didn't like being placed on the mattress, being told to come by the clap of a hand, or having to sit on Scorpius's lap, but she found herself enjoying being tended to in such a manner. She felt like one of the beautiful porcelain dolls in her Maternal Grandmother's china cabinets; adored and pampered.

As his fingers slowly entered her wet maw, she moaned loudly into his mouth. It sounded pathetic, even to her ears, but she was much too close to care how she sounded. Her hips began to grind against his fingers, her left hand began to grab and fondle her other breast. Scorpius added another finger, Rose's lips broke from his, as her form stooped over. She could hear herself panting, feel her hips drive his fingers against her walls and her nipples being tortured by Scorpius's and her hands, but it all seemed so far off. Then it came, the wave of heat and pleasure washing over her, every muscle in her body flexing and knotting at once and then releasing. She fell back against Scorpius's shoulders, her blue eyes looking into his grey eyes, dark with lust, like storm clouds heavy with rain.

She sat there for a moment, allowing herself to regain control of her mind. She laid down on his bed, her loins roaring in protest, they demanded more. They wanted a child. She buried her head in Scorpius's pillow, hoping to placate her sex with the smell of grass and a hint of semen.

"Lay with me Scorpius."

"Yes, Mistress."

Scorpius lay his body down beside her, his arms wrapping around her loosely.

Scorpius

Scorpius laid there, awake, while Rose slept in his arms. They were going to miss Ancient Runes but it wasn't the end of the Wizarding World, Professor Babbling was a big fan of the two Slytherins. So he let her sleep in post-orgasmic peace. He was alone with his thoughts. His mind began to drift. 'When did I start calling her 'Mistress'? Wasn't it third year? Ah, yeah after the Gryffindor game.'

Scorpius tossed one of his Quidditch gloves into his kit. They had won the game, the score was 170-90, but he had an awful game. Darryl had stolen the quaffle four times from Scorpius. He hadn't scored a point. It had been twenty-six minutes and thirty-nine seconds of Hell. He sighed as he tossed the other glove into the bag. He heard a click behind him, someone must have forgotten something. It was probably Albus; everyone had been in such a rush to carry him off to a party that he hadn't gotten his kit.

"It's over there, Albus." Scorpius pointed to his right, he had packed his friend's things. It was the least he could have done after that game. "Good job on getting the Snitch."

He didn't hear a response, but he guessed it was just Albus being modest. He heard them going through Albus's kit. Then he heard the zip of athletic tape, 'did he get hurt?'

"Are you alright Al-", he stopped as he turned towards the other person. "Rose?"

"Hi, Scorpius. I'm sorry you had a hard game."

"It's okay, they were a lot bigger than me, plus we still won."

"I suppose. I wanted to try something. Would you close your eyes?"

"A-alright…" He closed his eyes, expecting a kiss. He heard the zip of tape once again. His eyes flew open. "W-what are you doing, Rose?"

"I'm tying you up, don't struggle or you'll get in trouble." She said in a sing-song voice.

"W-wait, why are you doing this?" Scorpius said as his eyes began to tear, believing he had done something wrong to invoke this.

"You'll see."

Scorpius kept quiet as the tears welled and fell from his eyes, as the tape was used to bond his wrists together and his wrists to a bench. He felt weak and subservient, but somehow, it felt good, too. As if he had wanted this for a long time. Finally, Rose finished with the tape. She sat up and sighed in contentment. She leaned down and kissed him on the lips, her lips tasted so good, slightly salty from his own tears.

"We're going to play a little game, Scorpius."

"Alright, Ros-" She put a finger to his lips to hush him.

"During this game, you can't call me Rose. You must call me 'Mistress.' Do you understand?"

"Y-yes, Mistress." His voice shaking, but he wasn't sure why.

"Good boy," she stroked his hair. "Now, you're going to have to do as I say and be quiet, or it won't be as fun, okay?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" She grinned widely.

"Mistress!"

Her grin seemed to grow again, realize its boundaries and shrink. She pulled his Quidditch sweater up, bunching it beneath his neck. Scorpius remembered it smelled like sweat and a small amount of blood. She ran her small delicate fingers over his sweat-covered chest, admiring where muscle had begun to define itself. She licked a small, winding trail from his bellybutton up to his left nipple. He could feel his lungs choke beneath her as he tried to suppress a laugh. She swirled her tongue over his nipple, feeling it harden, she then nipped it lightly. He wanted to laugh but he knew Ro-Mistress would be upset, and he didn't want it to end so abruptly.

"Very good, Scorpius." She nodded in approval. "Now, I'm going to help you with something. You must not say a word and you cannot finish until I tell you to. Understood?"

Scorpius was confused but he nodded as if he wasn't. He rapidly became aware as she unbuckled his pants. She slowly hooked his boxers and began to take them off. Scorpius had wanted to struggle but another part of him wanted to help her. The second part won out, as he slowly lifted his hips to allow her to take them off. She looked him in the eyes. He had been watching her remove his boxers, a knowing smile on her lips.

There it was. His penis. He was slightly confused; he didn't know what to do. Should he say 'ta-da'? Or thank her now? He had no idea. He knew that this was what every boy his age wanted. That was about the gist of it.

He was shaken from his thoughts by Rose's low mewling voice.

"Stop poking Scorpius… If you're that horny, you should have said something…"

He ran his fingers through her hair, trying to lull he back to sleep.

"No, I'm fine, maybe later."

He loved this woman, though he was still a little afraid of that sometimes.

Lily

Ashley was her friend, not a close one but a friend. But she was really reconsidering that. Lily had spent the last four to five hours listening to how bloody great Will Corner was. She couldn't take it, especially after seeing how hurt Hugo had been.

"-And he's probably the best Chaser at Hogwarts."

Lily made the decision then, she was not going to let Ashley just get by Scot-free.

"Ashley, I don't think you realize what you have done. I know Will Corner is a good-looking guy, but he's also a play boy. He'll be through with you in a month and move onto the next girl. That's your choice though, but what you gave up for that choice, that is truly awful. Hugo has loved you since before Hogwarts and you didn't even give him a chance. I know he isn't the cutest, or the smartest, or the best at Quidditch, but he wouldn't give you up. I think you should talk to him sometime, maybe after break. Just take some time to think about it."

Lily stood and walked out of the Hufflepuff Commons. She didn't see the smug look on Ashley's face.