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"Percy! Annabeth is here!" Estelle shouted with glee as she opened to door to throw her arms around Annabeth and to then let her in. Estelle was elated and wanted to be helpful so she took the both the soda bottles from Annabeth and led her to the kitchen.
"Thanks for coming, I think Percy is in his bathroom, let's put the pizza in the living room, I'll get the drinks, my book is already on the couch," Estelle said.
"Oh that reminds me, what do you think of the apartment? I just realized you didn't see it when you got here, how is it? Is everything okay? Do I need to change anything for you guys?"
"Its almost perfect" Estelle grinned, "It just needs more Annabeth."
"So strange, Annabeth needs more Estelle," Chase grinned back as she took the pizzas to the living room, giving Estelle just enough time to execute her plan.
Moments later, just as Percy was coming from his room, Estelle entered with two glasses of soda, handing the first to Percy and the second to Annabeth. "I'll just get mine then you can read to me."
"Wrong, you're reading to us, we're answering questions if you have any ya brat," Percy grinned.
Annabeth sat on one end of the couch; Percy was at the other and Estelle sat in the middle. Percy opened the first box, saw it was Hawaiian, bitched about it, then found the other was all meat and was in his happy place pizza wise. Annabeth had even remembered his anchovies.
As the night progressed Percy and Annabeth inched closer and closer until each had an arm around the little girl, then finally around each other. Annabeth felt warm and comfortable and as the evening wore on and as Estelle read, she daydreamed about this being the life she was supposed to have.
Her and Percy were supposed to be cuddled up on the couch every night with their kids living the domestic dream, but something happened. They should have a two year old by now to go along with Estelle, and maybe another on the way. That life was taken from them and she really couldn't say how or why. She knew she had not done anything wrong, and other than his reaction, neither had Percy, yet here they were, usually loathing each other, but tonight, arm in arm for the sake of Estelle.
Estelle's muggle schooling served her well and her reading was at or above her age level and her voice was a melody to both Annabeth and Percy. When she would get stuck on a word she tried to sound it out and it was rare for either her brother or Annabeth to correct her pronunciation. Usually she would sound it out while Percy and Annabeth smiled at each other. Percy was gratified his sister was so smart but sad she was growing up so fast. Annabeth was impressed with Squirt's development, but lamented she had missed so much of it.
After an hour, Estelle seemed quite content to keep reading. She was even more content that Percy and Annabeth were practically snuggling on the couch; their arms wrapped around her, and for the most part, each other. Still, they needed to be closer and the only way for that to happen would be for Estelle to get out of the way, something she really didn't want to do, but would without reluctance on this occasion. Percy and Annabeth just had to start liking each other and fall in love again.
'Wait a second, is he playing with her hair?' Estelle asked herself, and then decided it was definitely time to give them some space.
'Wait a second, is he playing with my hair?' Annabeth thought, surprised and elated at this development by Percy's subconscious.
'Gods her hair is so nice' Percy thought to himself.
"Percy, I'm tired, is it my bed time or something? How long have I been reading?"
"No, it's a little after eight, you have an hour or two, but reading aloud can wear you out. You've kept your promise, you've read more than an hour, way more, I'm so proud of you. You can stop now if you like," Percy replied with a kiss to the top of her head.
"Oh, I thought it was later," Estelle replied, setting her book on the coffee table in front of her.
"You might have the magic equivalent of jet lag" Annabeth suggested, "I mean, you jumped a few time zones this morning."
"I hadn't thought of that. If you are worn out, well, there is no rule that says you can't go to sleep earlier Sweet Pea," Percy said.
"Maybe I should let you guys turn in, it has been a long day," Annabeth said.
"No! I mean, will you stay and tuck me in Annabeth, like you used to?" Estelle pleaded.
Annabeth looked to Percy, who smiled and nodded. 'Gods his eyes are amazing,' Annabeth thought.
'Has she changed her hair?' he thought, 'She looks even more beautiful than I remember, gods I could just drown in her.'
"Okay Squirt, you get your pj's on, and I'll tuck you in. Deal?"
"Deal!" Estelle replied as she practically jumped off the couch and ran to her room to change.
"Thank you for this Perc," Annabeth said after Estelle was out of earshot, "It's the nicest evening I've had in years. Estelle has grown so much and, well, you're a wonderful big brother."
"Thanks, I'm doing the best I can, and now we can stay together. I guess I haven't thanked you for that; I really do appreciate you making that possible. Earlier she told me a kid at Diagon Alley was cute, gods I'm not ready for puberty and dating and all that stuff."
"Have you had the talk with her about all that?" Annabeth asked.
"Only to tell her she's not allowed to date until she's 40, and I may raise that to 45. I have no idea what to tell her really." Percy smiled and the couple continued to move closer together. They had both slid into the space Estelle had occupied and were now side by side, their faces inches apart and each had an arm across the couch behind the other.
"I can help if you like, I mean, my step mom never really helped me with that, and my mom, well, if you have babies just by imagining them into existence it's not a subject that comes up. Chiron helped me but mostly I had to figure it out for myself and with my cabin sisters. I wouldn't wish that method of learning the lessons of life on anyone," Annabeth offered.
"I may take you up on that, frankly, I'm terrified of the prospect," Percy said, their lips merely inches apart. Annabeth could feel the warmth of his breath and couldn't resist her impulses any longer. Neither could Percy.
"The mighty Percy Jackson, afraid of something. Who would have ever figured?" She said as she gave up resistance and pressed her lips to his.
Percy didn't want to react, part of him still remembered what a horrible person Annabeth was and all the pain she caused, but he couldn't help himself. Her lips were delicious and her kisses were divine, and every good feeling he had when they were together came flooding back. In moments their arms were around each other, their bodies pressed together, and their lips locked, as they had been that last summer at Camp Half Blood. Everything either of them had suffered through in the last three years was suddenly irrelevant. In that moment they were as in love as they ever had been.
"K! I'm ready to get tucked in!" they heard. The moment wasn't gone, but it was paused for something more important. Estelle needed tucking.
"Want me to?" Annabeth asked Percy.
"You think she would notice if I was there?" Percy grinned back.
"Of course she would, come on, it will be the best tucking in ever."
They entered Estelle's room to find her under the covers and grinning at them. Estelle looked at them and saw Percy was wearing some of Annabeth's lipstick and figured her plan was working.
"Hey Squirt, looks like you're already in bed," Annabeth said from one side of the bed.
"Yeah I think we were called in under, what's that word? False pretenses?" Percy smiled, and then went to hug his sister from the side opposite Annabeth. Estelle wrapped one arm around Percy's back then held up her other, wiggling her fingers, to indicate she expected hugs from Annabeth on the other side. Annabeth was more than happy to comply.
"Get some sleep Squirt, you got a big day tomorrow" Annabeth said as she kissed Estelle's cheek.
"Are you going to teach me magic tomorrow?"
"We were just talking about that when someone interrupted," Percy replied for Annabeth with a little white lie; "Annabeth thinks you should work some with Professor McGonagall to learn some control and I agree with her, but we will be around, both of us," he continued, looking to Chase to make sure that was acceptable.
"That's right, you can't get rid of Percy and me that easy. We're going to work with you too. I think a whole day with Estelle would leave my deputy too exhausted to do the rest of the work I have for her. Maybe we can get Professor Slughorn to start on some potion work with you too. You'll like him, Horace is lots of fun, and so is Minerva."
"I can't just practice with both of you?" Estelle asked.
"Yes, a whole bunch, but you need to meet your teachers and once they love you like we do, you'll have it made here," Annabeth explained. "Now, one more hug please, I don't want my reserve of hugs to run out of Estelle hugs in the middle of the night,"
With Estelle now on her way to sleep, they stepped outside her room and quietly closed the door.
"So…" Percy said as he looked into Annabeth's eyes.
"So," she smiled, "Where were we?"
"Over there on the couch?" he smiled.
"Right, doing tongue calisthenics to get ready for all the lectures we are going to have to do for students. We really do need to get in shape for that."
"Tongue calisthenics. An often over looked muscle group." He grinned, that stupid lopsided grin Annabeth had fallen in love with when she was twelve. "Shall we return to the gym?" Percy asked as he nodded towards the den.
"Perhaps a more private work out center where we can be properly attired for that sort of exercise?" Annabeth smirked as she nodded towards Percy's bedroom.
"I like the way you think Wise Girl."
They had not changed much in the last three years in either their desires or lust. Annabeth had shed her clothing as soon as the door closed behind them and Percy soaked in her beauty as he removed his own, with her zealous assistance. If anything Annabeth was even more radiant than before, every muscle toned, not an ounce of fat except in the right places, her skin perfect but for one scar that made him desire her even more. She sank to her knees as his pants came down and inhaled his manhood into her hot, wet mouth. Percy gasped and looked down, stunned by her gorgeous face wantonly sucking him in.
He focused on what most would have seen as an ugly scar on her upper arm, right at her shoulder. It was the most beautiful part of her as far as he was concerned, a reminder that once she was willing to give up her life to Nakamura's poisoned blade in order to save his. He could not see it without feeling love for her, even when he wanted to hate her. He was aroused physically and emotionally, but not so much that he didn't still feel bile and even hatred; it just didn't seem to matter. He almost felt drunk, like he wasn't in complete control of himself, but couldn't stop wanting to love her and drown her in affection. It was a confusing time for him.
Annabeth had no such confusion but might have realized she felt a bit off kilter had she not been so focused. 'Percy dick! I'm finally sucking Percy dick! The best dick for sucking ever! I love sucking Percy dick! Oh gods I'm so fucking hot for him, I hope he wants to fuck me! I love him so much this is the best night ever! Mmmmmm Percy dick!' she thought as she whorishly swallowed every inch of him and bobbed her wet mouth up and down on his generous shaft.
Percy did want to fuck her, very much so, and he stepped back from her pulling himself from her mouth as he did.
'Oh shit! He doesn't like my blowjobs anymore! Fuck! I can do better, come here Percy dick, I need to show Percy how much I love him' Annabeth thought, her mind racing, not realizing that Percy was absolutely amazed by her oral passion but wanted to explore her in other places at the moment.
"Come here" he grinned as he offered her a hand up and led her to the bed.
'Yay! He does like my blowjobs! He just wants to lie down and enjoy it! I'm not a loser!'
Instead of lying down, Percy sat on the bed and patted the bed beside him, which was helpful to Annabeth to know he wanted her to sit, as she was about to kneel before him and orally worship his cock again. Which would have been fine with Annabeth, but wasn't what Percy desired at the moment.
Percy leaned towards her and kissed her with passion. A hand touched a breast, followed moments later by warm, moist lips gently licking and sucking as Annabeth purred. He lingered there, mainly as he was convinced that she had the greatest tits in the world, before heading south to lick and suck the place he was really after.
'Oh gods! He still likes my boobs! He used to tell me they were the best tits ever and he still loves them… well, they are nice, I mean, really nice and… oh that feels so good, what's he doing? Oh gods yes! That feels so good! Oh gods oh gods oh gods!' Annabeth thought as she lay back on the bed and opened her legs to give Percy access to that which he was seeking.
Annabeth's last thought as her mind decided to take a nap and just let her body take over while Percy sought and found that one place that drove her mad, was 'Oh yes, he found it! Just the right spot!'
"Oh yes! I found it! Just the right spot!" Harry exclaimed as he looked at the Marauders Map.
"What did you find?" Hermione asked.
"Oh," Harry answered without looking from the map, "Well I seemed to remember that when Percy Weasley was First Boy he had his own bedroom, bath and office space right off the common room in the tower, but after he graduated it just disappeared. Its back now and it solves a problem for us."
"Oh? What problem?" Hermione asked.
"See? It has an office, then to either side of it is two bedrooms, yours on one side, mine on the other, so we can lock the office and then have some privacy."
"Brilliant. But I don't see why we need privacy. I've been standing here in my sexiest outfit for five minutes while my alleged boyfriend looked at a dank old map, and he hasn't even noticed. I can't imagine that we would have any need for privacy," Hermione snickered.
Harry turned to see Hermione who was wearing nothing except a pair of ankle socks. She looked absolutely ravishing with an innocent sexiness, and Harry thought his brain might explode from his sudden increase in blood pressure. She was even more beautiful and sexy than he had imagined in his wildest dreams, and his dreams were pretty vivid.
"You still have socks on," he commented.
"My feet were cold."
"Well, we can't have you getting cold. Care to dance?" He asked as he rose, took her hand and wrapped his other arm loosely around her.
There was no music playing and even if there had been the song would have barely started when the couple fell into bed together and made love will all the passion and fury their 18 year old bodies could muster.
Marium woke a couple hours before dawn. She had gone to bed around one the previous day, for the first time since her mother was murdered she had fallen asleep with a full tummy. She slept through the afternoon and night, then awoke refreshed. A trip to the bathroom, then a shower and she sat down for breakfast, which was provided by the plate and glass on the table. Both had been cleaned during the night and were loaded down with bacon, eggs, sausage, waffles and loads of fruit. She ate until satisfied, put a couple of bananas in her pack, brushed her teeth and went to dress for the day.
Yesterday's clothes were clean, mended, and folded in the trunk, but there was a pair of spandex bike shorts and running shorts to go over them, as well as a tank top made of some sort of nylon and a tee to go over it. Best of all was a new pair of purple Chuck Taylors and some soft scrunchy socks.
There was also a rain jacket with a note that read 'Just in case.' It went into the pack along with everything else and just before dawn she was outside the tent, pulled the thread and collapsed it, then tucked it into the pack's side pocket where it would be safe.
The only problem she saw was she didn't know which way to go. She was to "follow the red line" and thought that must mean a line on a map she didn't have, or perhaps a road name or train route name. She hoped to figure it out before she got too lost but knew that London was basically east of her, and since that is where the sun rose she thought she could just generally aim that way.
She walked the bike out of the shed due to all the debris there and her problem was solved when a glowing red line appeared in front of her. It took her a few minutes to remember how to ride a bike, as it had been a couple years since she had, but soon enough was pedaling away and hardly falling over at all. By lunch time she was tired and starting to get sore but felt she was making good time, when the red line led her to a fast food place for her lunch time Happy Meal.
After lunch it was back on the bike and she was already sore from pedaling, but most of the afternoon was spent with the sun at her back and was more down hill than up. A few hours before nightfall the red line stopped at a flat spot over looking the ocean and Marium was glad her day was ending. It was quite warm and bright and she generally avoided hot afternoons. The tent went up, the bike and Marium went in, and it was then that she truly appreciated how much cooler it was in the tent.
On the table were a banana and a note telling her that the nutrition in it, as well as a long hot bath, would be the best thing for her soreness. Random note person gave good advice and she soaked for an hour at least, and on exiting the bath felt tired, but no longer sore. Then it was dinner time, a bit of reading about the last few years of Hogwart's history as the earlier part, while interesting, didn't really help her figure out what was going on.
She learned an overview of the first and second wizarding wars and the part the three heroes had in winning it, and after a couple dozen pages was ready to doze off and get some sleep. Really great sleep as for the first time in over a year she had three good meals in a day and enough exercise to leave her exhausted.
Hermione awoke with Harry's arm around her, both still naked. She rolled to her side and as her arm came up his thigh and body she discovered a pleasant surprise to her state of mind.
'Hmmm, morning wood. I've read about this in my muggle mags, I guess I'll just have to take care of it' she thought, smiling inside.
She too had awoken aroused, and between her secretions and the nice deposits Harry had made the night before, she was moist enough to comfortably accommodate him. Hermione pulled the sheet down, straddled him and impaled herself on his manhood. In her limited experience she had never been on top of a guy but decided immediately she liked it. She gyrated and rocked her hips forward and back, striving to draw an orgasm from both her boyfriend and herself. It was a little awkward at first but it came naturally and she soon had the hang of being the one that was fucking rather than being fucked.
Hermione liked being the one in control as she could guide her motions to stimulate all the right places and was soon climaxing. When she did, she squeezed hard on Harry's penis, pushing him over the edge and he woke in the best way possible.
Annabeth woke in a warm room, covered in cozy comforters and blankets, with the hottest guy's arm around her. She was thirsty and damp with the glow of post sexual perspiration, exhausted, a little sore and feeling better than she had in years. Typical of Annabeth, her first thought was pragmatic. 'I'll need to let Kingsley know our date is off. I can't see anyone else except Percy, even if it is a professional gathering, it wouldn't be right if we are together.' She slipped out of bed, covered herself with a borrowed bathrobe and retrieved her purse from the den. The apartment was quiet so she felt she had successfully avoided waking Estelle.
Returning to the room she cast a couple of conjurations, the first for a ceiling fan to cool the room and make it less stuffy. Three to four hours of intercourse between two demigods in the prime of their life had a tendency to make a room humid, as well as to make it smell of sin and sordid nastiness. Annabeth was proud of that effect if the truth were to be known.
The second conjuration was summon two tall glasses of ice water on the night stand, the first of which she drained to help with her own dehydration. Annabeth hoped this would help with the headache she was feeling. She wasn't really a drinker but there was no way the two glasses of wine she had with Kingsley before coming to Percy's would account for the hangover she was feeling. She figured it to be dehydration from the salt in the pizza, as well as the panting and sweating she had done throughout the night.
Annabeth couldn't help but notice a small gold-framed photo of Estelle, Paul and Sally on the nightstand. It was the same one Percy had kept beside the bed in their old apartment, but back then it had another picture beside it of Annabeth, taken at a beach in Southern California in happier times. That picture was gone, but she rationalized she had replaced the one she had of Percy on her nightstand with a picture of the Argo 7, along with Reyna, Nico and Coach Hedge, that was taken at the first reunion after the Battle of Camp Halfblood. There had been talks of more reunions, and there may have been some in the last three years, but Annabeth was certain she would not have been invited to those.
The water did help but she was still out of sorts and decided she should sneak out before Estelle woke. She wasn't ashamed of being there but knew her and Percy had a long way to go in their relationship, although they had finally taken a step in the right direct. It would be unfair for Estelle to find her there in the morning and get an excess of hope. That said, Annabeth felt hopeful for the first time in years.
Chase dressed quietly but could not leave without saying good-bye. Surely Percy wouldn't get too grumpy about a brief wake up for that. She leaned over and kissed him and waited for his lips to respond, which only took a moment.
"Hey sleepy, I'm going to sneak out before Estelle wakes up, I just wanted to… Well, I just wanted to thank you for, uh, last night. I mean it. The world is much brighter today because of you."
"Oh, uh… thanks? Sorry, my head is splitting," Percy replied, at best half awake.
"Here. For you." Annabeth said as she handed the glass of cold water. He drank it down then set the glass back on the nightstand.
"Thanks… has there always been a ceiling fan in here?" Percy asked.
"No, it was kind of stuffy when I woke up so, uh, you know me and decor conjurations," she grinned. "I should go now, you sleep well, Seaweed Brain."
"Annabeth" Percy said as she reached the door, "Thanks, last night was wonderful."
She knew she wouldn't get more than that, but had to reply.
"I love you too Percy. Always will."
Annabeth decided to be a good girlfriend, even if she officially wasn't yet, and straighten up the den. It was only three glasses and a couple of pizza boxes, and she had to walk by the kitchen to get to the door anyway. The glasses she placed in the sink, Percy could wash those, or perhaps the elves would, and the boxes went into the trash. As she was folding them down, she was wondered if Hogwarts had a recycling program. Out of habit she glanced to make sure there would be room in the trashcan and wasn't surprised to see almost nothing in it. The only thing there was a small cherry red heart shaped bottle with a label that said "Eros 9, A Potion for Lovers" on it.
Had Annabeth taken a minute to think about it she would have realized what Estelle had done and laughed it off later in the morning.
Annabeth was hung over from the potion though and was still not herself and didn't take a minute to think about it.
She raged.
"Back so soon?" Percy asked as his door swung open. He figured Annabeth had forgotten her purse or something.
"Anything I did last night I would have done because I loved you asshole! You didn't have to date rape me! You stay away from me Percy Jackson, stay away, I fucking hate you!" Annabeth shouted as she threw the bottle at him before apparating away.