A/N: Aaaaaaaaand… I'm back. :) Thank you for all for your continued support! I'm getting myself into the swing of these last few chapters, which have been giving me hell even though I've had the plan for the ending for MONTHS now. I intend to finish this, so don't worry your pretty heads just yet.
Disclaimer: I don't own HP or Misfits.
54- Only Make Believe
It had been nerve-wracking to break into the Headmistress' office to use the Pensive, though somehow less nerve-wracking than waking up in Pansy's bed, the two women having slept there after they'd spent hours waiting for the men that never came to get them. It was odd, and if that wasn't enough, it got even stranger!
Hermione and Pansy had made their way up to the Head's dorm and discovered Theo was still there. When the women walked into Harry's room the three men had just woken up and were redressing, the sign that they had fallen asleep instead of finishing and retrieving them from the dungeons. Instead, Theo left with only a smirk- and some love bites on his neck- and not a word to the female Head and Slyth Prefect, leaving the four lovers alone and in a strained, awkward silence.
"That seemed to have gone well," Hermione said, having more than enough trouble trying to conceal her annoyance once she'd stood glaring, arms folded, in the doorway. But she and Pansy had already had the conversation that, even though the men hadn't come to find them, they understood how easily it was to lose track of time, or even pass out, after such strenuous activities.
But… was that even a valid excuse considering the nature of such activities? The perfidious nature of the circumstances that led up to the event?
"It went well enough," Harry answered with a shrug, and he Summoned an empty vial and his wand, before he set the tip of the wood at his temple and extracted the memory from the night before. Though Harry acted blasé, there was something inside of him that had wanted to keep the women from watching the memory, and it wasn't just from the guilt of falling asleep and failing to fetch them; it was something else, something he couldn't place quite yet.
Pansy was the witch that Harry had given the vial to, and she kept it in her pocket all day until night came, then morning chimed on the clock and the women decided to visit the Pensive.
Luckily for the women, the portraits were all asleep in McGonagall's office; besides Snape and Dumbledore, who were playing whist with Sir Cadogan and the Fat Lady in her portrait. The women had been shrouded by the Cloak as they'd passed Gryffindor House, and witnessed the Knight angrily ranting as he and the Fat Lady lost the hand, no doubt about to suggest a duel with a smirking Snape. The rest of the portraits remained asleep as the witches pulled the large Pensive bowl from the cupboard, poured Harry's memory into it, and dipped their heads in; huddling close together to keep the Cloak on their backs as the world melted away and the witches fell back into the commons they had just left.
Hermione and Pansy stood side by side as the memory started at the moment the men had been left alone, watching themselves leave through the floo before the men all turned to look at each other. The occupants of the present realm remained silent as they watched their lovers lead the way to Harry's room, and followed Theo as he followed his "superiors". In the doorway the two women stood, listening as Theo made his jest, watching how Harry and Draco reacted to the his comment; watched as the two worked together to tie Theo up.
They heard the conversation their lovers had, and how that had led to the Head Boy and Prefect using the spur to trace their captive's scars; watched as the restrained man shuddered under the attentions of the men.
Watched as they spent themselves inside of the bound Slytherin, and they lay down to rest, only to begin again.
Watched as Theo instigated the second round, pushing Harry onto his back beside Draco, and cleaning the Head Boy's cock with his mouth. Draco leisurely stroked himself to hardness, as his oldest friend deepthroated his lover. Harry reached down to grab Theo's hair in his fists to pull his head off his prick before he could finish.
Watched as Theo knelt up with a smirk, pride in the effect he had on the Gryffindor evident on his face, evidence of the effect the Gryffindor had on his body evident in his proudly jutting cock.
Watched as Harry arranged Theo on his back near the edge of the bed and stood in front of him casting a lubricating spell. He pushed the hazel-eyed man's knees towards his chest as Harry eased into his arse. The heated look Harry gave Theo when he had his sack tight against the other man's body went unnoticed by Theo, whose eyes where closed in ecstasy.
… as Harry leaned forward to capture Theo's lips with his while slowly canting his hips, carefully sliding out until only his head was left inside, and then gliding his length back in…
… as Draco slid off the bed to stand behind Harry and cast the same lubricating charm on the Savior's arse that said man had cast minutes earlier…
… as the blonde set the pace, pushing into Harry slowly, but firmly, causing the man in the middle to push into the man on the bottom. Draco's pace increased quickly, most likely spurred on by Harry's pleas for more, harder, and faster…
… as Harry achieved orgasm first, his mouth forming an O…
… as Theo maneuvered out from under Harry after the other wizard withdrew his softening prick so Harry could suck him off as Draco continued to pound into Harry…
Watched as Theo and Draco came nearly simultaneously, filling both ends of the man between them…
The strangest thing, really, was that both women were still standing in the doorway when it was over. Neither had moved. Pansy had fully expected to walk around, inspect, watch closely, perhaps even rewind a spot or two, but instead she and her woman had been frozen on the spot while a million thoughts ran through their minds; while they watched their men fall asleep, happy and smiling, next to Theo Nott. Their hands were locked together, gripping each other tightly with white knuckles; something that did not end as the world they inhabited melted away, and they pulled themselves back into reality.
Once the women had quit the Headmistress' office- easily avoiding the presently sleeping, and newly returned, Snape and Dumbledore- they made their way back to the Head's dorm. While rounding the last corner, Hermione stopped in her tracks, causing Pansy to do the same to look back at her woman. Pansy knew the expression on Hermione's face the instant she looked; it was worry. The Head Girl looked worried, and it didn't take long for the green-tie to know exactly what she was thinking.
She had seen it too.
She had felt it too…
"Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" Pansy asked Hermione. Hermione shrugged, wondering if her woman read her as well as she assumed. Slytherins were usually pretty good at that.
"Is it me," Hermione began, "or did those three seem to- hit it off really, really well?"
"Yes," Pansy said with a nod as she looked off into space somewhere beyond Hermione's shoulder, her mind replaying the image of her men with her latest enemy. "They did."
(Only Make Believe)
People see us everywhere
They think you really care
But myself I can't deceive
I know it's only make believe
A/N: Thank my dearly beloved BETA, I was BOTWP, for helping expedite the completion of this chapter. I don't know why it stumped me so hard for so long!
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