A/N: Originally posted (2021-10-26) on AO3 under the same name.

"Ginny, I'm serious, it's not going to happen."

"But you don't know that. What if we just try to-"

"Ginny, I'm telling you, it's not going to happen."

"Come on Jaeson, you can't say you don't like it if you don't try-"

Harry Potter tuned out the prattling of the youngest member of the Weasley family as well as his little brother, Jason, who insisted on spelling his name as Jaeson, instead of the normal way, but whatever. Jaeson Potter and Ginny Weasley were having a rather one-sided argument over something that Harry couldn't for the life of him care about.

He was trying to actually get a head start on the reading for Hogwarts. Key word trying, as dumb and dumber had insisted that they used his room to hold this argument. Not that the Potter Manor had multiple sitting rooms and over a dozen bedrooms or anything. No, no, this had to happen in his presence, in his room, right now.

Merlin help him.

At least Marcus wasn't here. Jaeson's twin brother was almost as annoying and twice as arrogant, he also demanded that he be called Mae for some reason, and the family had agreed to it after some hassle. Not only that, but the kid had managed to get into Hufflepuff of all houses, even though he clearly had Gryffindor qualities and a Slytherin sense of humor. At least Jaeson had done the sensible thing as to be sorted into Gryffindor, but that had also led to him mingling with the Weasleys, hence his current predicament.

He was going into sixth year, and he would have liked to at least try to be ahead of the work. Harry wasn't exactly a model Ravenclaw student at the moment, dealing with the pressures of Quidditch, being Heir Potter, as well as the general… chaos that was the Potter family in general.

Being the eldest brother wasn't always a great thing.

The twins were going into their fifth year as well, and he was positive that they hadn't even looked at the reading material that they were going to cover, even after Harry had insisted. Marcus had said he was just going to wing it, and Harry had to resist the urge to slam his head into the table. Jaeson was a little more proactive about it, but the response of "I'll do it tomorrow" didn't bode well.

Harry reached for his cup of tea and found it empty. He reached for the kettle and found it empty as well. Now, he could have called for one of the house-elves to refill it, but this was a prime opportunity to get away from idiot number one and idiot number two, so he took it.

With a smooth motion, he closed his books and grabbed both tea kettle and empty cup and made his way out of his room. The two other occupants didn't even notice him leaving and Harry counted that as a small blessing as he made his way towards the kitchens. He needed his tea if he was going to make it through the rest of the day, and by Morgana, was it really only noon?

He steeled himself as he pushed into the kitchens, trying to shake the weariness from his soul as he did. The kettle was set down on the countertop and the cupboards were rummaged through until more of the tea was found. It was only after he had taken out the Earl Grey and gotten the water boiling did, he notice that he wasn't alone in the kitchen.

"You look like you need it, Harry." His mother said as she slid her untouched cup of tea to him with a small smile on her face.

"Oh, thank god." Harry said as he took the cup in hand and drank deeply. Even though Earl Grey wasn't addictive at all, he couldn't function without it. Crippling addiction, or that's what Hermione said anyway.

Lily Potter chuckled as she watched him drain the cup in two gulps. Merlin, he was going into his sixth year, he had a whole year to prepare for his N.E.W.T.s, so why did it feel like it was going to keel over from stress? He blamed the twins for his current state of being, damned irresponsible little shits.

"Jaeson still talking with Ginny, is he?" His mother asked as she moved around the kitchen, doing the jobs that the house-elves had repeatedly said she didn't have to do. Things like cooking and dish washing, which Lily Potter refused to give up, even after all these years.

"Talking is a liberal use of that word. They're having a one-sided argument about something." Harry grimaced as he not so patiently waited for the tea to finish up.

"Well, at least they're talking." His mother commented.

"It's not going to happen. If it was, they'd have gotten together years ago." Harry said as he rubbed his eyes.

"You know how Molly is, she thinks they would be a great match."

"Mrs. Weasley would have an easier time breaking into Gringotts than getting Jaeson to marry Ginny. They're friends, nothing more."

"There's still a chance."

Harry simply nodded along as he took out his wand and pointed it at the kettle. The water was taking too long to boil, and he needed his tea. He was at Potter Manor, so he could use magic outside of Hogwarts. A flick of the wrist got the kettle boiling and he threw in the Earl Grey.

"You need to relax Harry; sixth year isn't that important." His mother chided.

"I'm more worried about the chaos that the twins will cause."

"It won't be that bad, this is their O.W.L year after all."

"Mae said he'd wing it mum, wing it."

"Well, he hasn't failed so far, if it works then there's no point in fixing it."

"That's horrible advice."

"You brothers will be fine, and you need to stop worrying." His mother said and patted him on the arm.

Harry doubted that, as Jaeson was more focused on Quidditch than anything else. Marcus was another case entirely, as the kid seemed to think with his cock and nothing else, and Harry still blushed at some of the rather interesting places that he had found Marcus in. How Marcus hadn't gotten someone pregnant at this point was a miracle, as he was going non-stop since he entered his fourth year, much to Harry's horror.

His little brothers were crude and unmannered, completely uncaring for propriety and seemingly unable to take anything seriously. Even their father had to wrangle them in on multiple occasions, and their Godfather Sirius had said more than once that the antics that the twins had gotten up to put the Marauders to shame.

Harry poured himself another cup and drank it halfway down, not even noticing the scalding heat of the liquid. Merlin, Morgana, and Circe, he was going to need a lot more of the stuff if he was going to be able to get the twins to not only study for but pass their O.W.L.s.

He might need to call in the cavalry.

"Come on Potter, give it to me!"

"I thought you didn't want me to come just yet?" She could feel that arrogant smirk against her neck.

"Just fuck me already!" She moaned as she felt teeth nip at her neck. It might leave a mark, but she could always put a glamour charm over it, or several as she remembered how their last encounter had ended.

"So, demanding. Not at all ladylike."

Pansy Parkinson couldn't even get a retort out as pair of lips captured her own. Dammit, she wanted to push the idiot away and stop it, but she felt herself leaning into it instead. His lips were so soft, and his tongue was not so much as forcing its way in but teasing her, making her beg for it. She knew she had to push him away, that this was not what they agreed to, but by Morgana, she couldn't.

Marcus Potter, the Hufflepuff Stiffy, knew the ground rules that they had set down. He was the one to set them! Yet here he was, breaking rule number one. No kissing. This was purely for sex, nothing more. They were to be physically intimate, but kissing was off the table. Kissing led to more emotional attachments and neither Pansy nor Marcus wanted that. Hells, she still refused to call him anything but Potter, and she hadn't heard anything but Parkinson from his mouth.

A mouth that was currently on her own.

She wanted to stop, but he was pulling her in, his hands roaming all over her body, playing with her. Potter had her up on his desk and just at the right height to fuck at. He was tall and Pansy was short, but in their current positions, they were eye to eye. He had looked at her with those grey eyes flecked with violet and she had seen the hunger in them. The desire to just throw caution to the wind, and Pansy was certain she had looked just the same.

She wouldn't be in this position if she didn't.

The girls of Slytherin had all looked down on the youngest of the Potter brothers. He had the worst grades by far of the three of them and was a Hufflepuff to boot. Clearly, he wasn't worthy of any of their time, and yet, he was probably the most famous, or infamous, of the Potters at Hogwarts. He had a sexual awakening during his fourth year and if the Hufflepuffs were to be believed, Marcus Potter didn't care who he did it with, so long as they both had a good time. He had also undergone a growth spurt that turned him from a thinner teenager to one with muscles and height. It was so unfair how much he had changed over the summer coming into his fourth year.

Oh, many in Hufflepuff has soon become intimately aware with the youngest Potter. It was all the gossip that anyone could talk of for weeks, but halfway through the year, it had gotten old. Everyone knew what he was doing by that point, and somehow also not being caught in the act. It might have had to do with the fact that he stuck to Hufflepuff girls, but Pansy was definitely not part of Hufflepuff, so maybe that would change.

She certainly didn't mind continuing this… physically intimate relationship.

They were only a year apart, and since he was going into his fifth year, they could come up with the excuse of tutoring to meet up. Potter had said he never did it in the library before, and the risk of getting caught sparked something in Pansy, made something come alive with desire. It got her going even now, doing it in the Potter Manor, right under the noses of the rest of the Hufflepuff Stiffy's family.

Potter broke the kiss long enough to get his shirt off. The white button-down shirt was discarded to the floor and Pansy's eyes roamed the slightly tanned skin underneath. For all that Potter was a little shit and couldn't care less about his schoolwork, he did know how to dress as well as exercise. He was wearing slacks and a had been wearing a button-down shirt and it was a Saturday, during the summer holiday. Potter was also a beater on the Hufflepuff quidditch team, and he had the body of one as well. They called him the Hufflepuff Hammer as well for a reason.

He had a nice body, muscular and chiseled, as well as a stiff tent in his slacks. Pansy started to unbutton her own shirt, but Potter just grabbed hold of it and ripped it off her, the buttons flying everywhere.

"I'll fix it later." Was all he said as his lips were back on hers.

Pansy was a little annoyed that he was breaking rule number one again as well as not even looking at her clothes. She couldn't care less about the shirt, but what she had underneath mattered. It was green lace lingerie that she had worn just for today, and he didn't even bat an eye at it. Not that she wanted him to feel anything about it. She was wearing it for herself, not for Potter's enjoyment. Pansy reminded herself of that fact as she ran her hands over his chest and those abs of his.

Her skirt came off soon enough, and it was only then that Potter fully looked at her. Pansy smirked at him as she leaned back on his desk, letting him see everything. She knew she was beautiful; she was a pureblood after all. Her skin was unblemished and smooth, her body was slender and graceful. She was the height of aristocratic beauty, and Potter seemed to like that.

"Slytherin colors." He murmured as he ran a finger over the lace of her brassiere. He slipped it under the lace, and Pansy gasped slightly at the warmth of his hand. "Maybe I'll have you wearing Hufflepuff colors next time."

"Who says there's a next time?" Pansy said, but it came out as more of a groan as Potter quickly moved and nipped at her neck again. His hands were roaming all over her and each touch sent her heart pounding. It was positively electrifying, and she wanted more.

"I do." He said into her neck, moving closer so that their bodies were pressed more firmly against one another, and Pansy could feel his stiff cock against her own crotch. There were only a couple layers of clothing separating them and yet she still felt the heat.

Pansy tried to get closer still, rolling her hips to get any sort of friction from him and Potter smirked as he took her lips in his own. Fuck it, they were past breaking that first rule, and maybe she didn't care about the emotional ramifications about what they were doing here. Draco was never like this, anyway, always focusing on his snide comments at Longbottom and his little group of lions. Draco never took what he wanted like this.

She had only just got the button of Potter's slacks undone when a nock at the door sounded and shattered the atmosphere. She felt Potter stiffen and his eyes shot open, the clouded look of lust and desire quickly fading away, turning into something more focused. They both sat there completely still and waited for something to happen. When the knock at the door sounded again, Potter sighed as he rested his forehead against her shoulder.

"Marcus! We have a meeting, and I've called in the cavalry as well." The voice from outside the door sounded familiar.

"Would you stop calling me the cavalry." Another voice, this one distinctly feminine, responded.

"Okay, alright 'Mione! Stop hitting me! Mae, open up."

"I'm busy Harry!" Marcus Potter called out over his shoulder. "Come back at another tim-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence as the door burst open and revealed Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, the first and second smartest people in their year, standing on the other side with faces slowly turning to shock. The two Ravenclaw students stood their like deer in headlights, with Potter's brother looking like an idiot and the mudblood standing there with her wand in hand and her face etched in shock.

Pansy couldn't see Marcus' expression, but it had to be one of annoyance at being interrupted, and Pansy smirked at the two intruders as she snaked her arms around him. She had her legs wrapped around his waist already, and she was sure they saw the clothes strewn all over the floor.

Oh, there was a snake in the lion's den.

Hermione Granger, smartest of the incoming sixth year Ravenclaws and prefect, didn't know what to do as she stood alongside her best friend in the doorway of Marcus Potter's room.

Harry had called her over to help talk some sense into the twins, seeing as they were going into their fifth year, and of course she had to help him. He was a fellow raven, and she knew how much the twins needed the help. Jaeson was a Gryffindor and while he was smart, he didn't much like doing his homework. So that meant constantly annoying him about it until he actually did it. Marcus on the other hand was notoriously bad at it. How he managed to pass his fourth year was a mystery seeing as he never seemed to do any homework.

That would stand for their fifth year and Harry had called her in to try and help the situation. So, she came over and said hello to Lady Potter. Hermione saw that Jaeson Potter and Ginny Weasley had taken their argument from Harry's room down to one of the sitting rooms, and after a quick check, they found Marcus in his own room.

They neglected to check if he had company, however.

The door was warded and locked, so after knocking had provided no results, Hermione had decided that they would need to break in. This was about the twins' fifth year, and she couldn't in good conscience let them go into it with anything other than total preparedness. It went against her Ravenclaw nature. It took some work, as Marcus had surprisingly good warding techniques, but the door was eventually broken down.

And they were met with a sight that made Hermione blush furiously and Harry pinch the bridge of his nose as he looked down at the floor. She knew that Marcus was more… sexually active than most of his year, or Hogwarts in general for that fact. But she didn't think she'd actually walk in on it, and definitely did not expect to see a Slytherin as well.

"Would you two get out? I'm in the middle of something here." Marcus said and Hermione heard a biting bit of laughter accompany the words.

Harry's younger brother was literally in the middle of a pair of legs. Pansy Parkinson's legs. Of all the people that he was doing this with, it had to be Parkinson?! Hermione didn't even know what to say about this. No, that was a lie, she had several things to say about this. Parkinson was a liar and a hypocrite. She was a pureblood elitist who saw everyone below her as inherently inferior. And yet, she was fucking a half-blood, and Marcus Potter at that.

She knew about the Hufflepuff Stiffy, she was a girl after all, but it different seeing it in person than just hearing about it.

"Family meeting Mae, be there." Harry said whilst blushing and dragged Hermione from the room and shut the door. They quickly made there way back down to the sitting room and heard laughter coming from Marcus' room all the while.

"You didn't say he was doing that!" Hermione said as she grabbed ahold of her best friend's arm.

"How was I supposed to know?" Harry asked.

"Doesn't the Potter Manor have centuries worth of wards? Wards that are designed to let you know when someone not of the family enters?"

"Yes, we do, but I didn't feel anything."

"So, he must have keyed Parkinson into the ward scheme, and none of you guys even noticed." Hermione concluded.

"Ah, our crusaders return!" Jaeson said as he leaned back in the couch he was sitting on, promptly looking away from Ginny. "How was the visit to the holy land?"

"Not at all holy." Harry said as he took a seat down next to his brother, getting a cup of tea into his hand. Hermione sat on one of the two empty couches and Jaeson snickered at his brother's words.

"Heh, I told you not to go up there. Shall I make an appointment for you and Granger with a mind-healer?" Jaeson asked.

"No! We're fine." Hermione said and blushed again.

"Don't tell me you saw something that you didn't want to see." Ginny said.

"They saw Mae in action." Jaeson said. "Just look at how they're blushing."

Jaeson and Ginny both snickered at Harry and Hermione and their growing blushes. The two Gryffindors didn't take many things seriously, and it was apparent that Marcus' well-known activities were one of them. How Lord and Lady Potter had three vastly different children Hermione would never know. They were all completely different from one another and yet they were all Potters.

This upcoming school year was going to be something else.