Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Harry Potter and the Wizarding World. I'm just having my fun with it!
LC03: I know this wasn't what you were expecting, but I promise the sibling relationship will come around. It's tumultuous at best, but things turn around for the twins in later years! It's just a bitter journey.
Please note, things get spicy in this chapter! Also, I am sorry this is a bit late, but I wasn't feeling well at all at the beginning of the week!
If I could describe the last few months of my life, it would be frustrating. I devoured the books Narcissa gave me, soaking up as much knowledge as I could about contraceptive measures, and I practiced the charm until I perfected it. I wasn't going to take any chances. This year had been absolutely insane, that I didn't even have a chance to have a girls night with Hermione and Ginny. Because of this, we decided on the next Hogsmeade trip, we were going to celebrate. That's when my first bout of frustration hit. I had wanted to brew the potion as well, which meant I needed ingredients. To get said ingredients, I had to go to Hogsmeade, which I didn't have a permission slip for. Or so I thought. It was the dinner before Hogsmeade when I learned something different. I was sitting and talking to Ginny and Hermione, asking them if either could grab what I needed, since I couldn't go. I was excited because I had money now, so I could actually pay for items that I needed, and wasn't at the mercy of someone else.
"I have a list of everything I will need, and the quantities. I promise I will pay you back immediately. I sent a letter to Gringotts, and received confirmation I have access to my vault. I doubt the shops will just let you use my name, but they might. If they don't, I'll send another letter and get the galleons transferred to you as soon as possible."
"Ana, it's fine. I don't mind getting this for you. Although you haven't said what exactly these ingredients are for."
"It's for our girls night! I would tell you during the Hogsmeade trip if I could go, but I'll have to settle for tonight for a few moments before Lavender and Parvati come in."
"Not to interrupt, Miss Nott, I couldn't help but overhear." Professor McGonagall said, standing behind me. I turned to face her. "You mentioned you cannot go on the Hogsmeade trip, which I've noticed you haven't gone yet this year. May I inquire as to why?"
I shot a confused look at the girls, but faced McGonagall again, showing how thoroughly confused I was. "I don't mean any offense Professor, but you should know why I can't. I don't have a signed permission slip. So the same reason as last year, unfortunately."
McGonagall's eyebrows raised infinitesimally. "I apologize Miss Nott, as I assumed you would know already. We received a permission slip at the beginning of this year, signed by your father. You are permitted to go on all Hogsmeade trips."
"Oh. No, Professor. I was never told. I appreciate you letting me know now. Thank you."
"Of course. Again, I do apologize for not letting you know earlier. Enjoy your day tomorrow." With that, she walked away and I whipped around to face Hermione and Ginny.
"I can't believe your dad sent your permission slip in! Why do you think he changed his mind?" Ginny asked.
Hermione interrupted, "Do you think it was a trick? That he signed it but never told you so you would suffer needlessly? I don't know everything, but from what you've said that would be something he would do."
"You're not wrong, Hermione. That would definitely be something he'd take sick pleasure in. Even so, he was adamant that I would never be allowed to attend. It would serve as a reminder of what going against the family values entails. I didn't want to say this to McGonagall, but I don't think my father was the one to sign that at all. I'm going to go talk to her again, but I'll see you back in Gryffindor Tower. I guess I'll walk with you down to Hogsmeade then, and buy my own things. Want to talk during lunch?" After they agreed, I ran up to McGonagall at the head's table.
"Hello Professor. I'm sorry to interrupt you this time. I was wondering if you could possibly make a copy of the permission slip and have it sent to me? I just can't believe he'd actually do that for me, and would really appreciate being able to hold and see the proof for myself."
McGonagall's eyes softened slightly, and she told me it would be waiting for me in my dorm room. With that, I took off to go and look. There was just absolutely no way my Father would have done that, so I need to see who it was. Sitting neatly on my bedside table was the small folded permission slip. I gently opened it, and with scrutiny I inspected the handwriting. It had an incredible likeness to Father's handwriting, but this writing was just a bit smaller. Father had always made a point to have larger writing, stating that he was Lord Nott, and what he had to say was important, and people would read what he wrote. No questions asked. Due to the eerie likeness, there was only one person who could have signed this.
Theo.
Sighing, I sat on the bed. Staring at the signature, I questioned what Theo was doing. He had said he wasn't strong enough to stand up to Father. I didn't blame him. Truly, I never did. I know exactly what Tiberius Nott is like. He was cold and unforgiving. One small misstep and that could be it. No going back. It was like walking on eggshells anytime Father was around, and it wasn't like Theo hadn't seen first hand what happened to people who disobeyed or displeased the man. I've come to terms with the fact that Theo can't do anything about my situation. I made my bed, and I'm prepared to lie in it for however long it takes. I wouldn't want him to actually do anything to displease Father, even if it meant helping me. I don't think I'm worth the risk. Knowing Theo took this risk was bad enough, and dread filled my stomach. I have to tell him not to do anything like this again. Realistically I know I should separate myself from Theo, for his sake. It is only a matter of time before one of Father's rats tells him Theo and I talk, albeit rarely, and we're pleasant to one another. But I don't want to. I don't want to tell Theo no more. Stop caring about me and think about himself. If there is one thing I can do to honor Mothers memory, it would be to make sure Theo is safe. Or as safe as possible given the circumstances.
Although that leads into another problem. Theo is just like Mother. He's loving, and caring, and doesn't want to see people he loves hurt. He would never actually leave me alone if I just asked him to. I can already hear his arguments now, and an argument between the two of us never ends well. We're both too stubborn to concede, especially when it comes to each other and our well-being. The only way to keep Theo safe is to hurt him. And as much as I don't want to do that, I know I have to. For his own good. He can't be seen associating with me, caring for me, even in the slightest. Father will punish him, and I fear he'd take his anger for me out on Theo.
The rest of the night I wasn't in the greatest of moods. I was worrying about what I was going to say to Theo, and how he'd react. I needed to prepare myself for what was to come, because it wasn't going to be pleasant. I know I need to be convincing when I tell him to forget about me, and that I don't want him in my life anymore, no matter how untrue it was. It also didn't help that I was going to go to the library to try and focus on something else, but immediately turned around when I saw Draco sitting at a table with a Beauxbaton's girl, and his hand was on her thigh, suspiciously high, and they were clearly flirting. I wasn't jealous per se, because obviously I was into Erik and didn't expect anything to come from Draco and I, really. But that didn't make it any less uncomfortable to see, and in this state of mind it wasn't something I wanted to linger on. I decided to go to bed early, and hope that no matter what happens tomorrow, it'll be worth it.
Hogsmeade
Breakfast this morning went by quickly, and even though my stomach was in knots because I wanted to talk to Theo today, I couldn't help but be excited because I could actually go to Hogsmeade without hiding. Ginny was chatting animatedly in front of Hermione and I when walking down to the village. Our plan was to stop at Honeydukes first, then the apothecary, and have our girl time at the Three Broomsticks. We weren't planning anything after that, because Merlin knew how long it would take. Luckily everything I needed for the potion was in stock, and even though the younger gentleman that was ringing everyone out gave me a knowing look when it was my turn, I still called it a successful trip. Of course, the Three Broomsticks was packed, but luckily there was a tiny table in the back corner that was open, and it was exactly what we were looking for. Rosmerta, for as busy as it was, bustled over immediately to take our orders. Settling on Butterbeer and appetizers, our girl time officially began.
"Alright Nott, it's time to spill." Ginny smiled mischievously. She and Hermione both leaned in to hear better when I finally opened my mouth.
"Okay, so it's kind of a long story, and I won't bore you with all the details, because I know exactly which details you want. "I said with a pointed stare at Gin. "I was feeling a bit nervous about Erik, and how things were going. I'm obviously into him, and vice versa, but I also couldn't help but feel like I would be a slag if I did anything with him, you know? So there is still one person who would know exactly what I was feeling, and I wanted to get her opinion. She finally wrote back to me, and pretty much gave me the go ahead to be as big of a slag as I wanted, as long as it was really what I wanted, and I wasn't being pressured into anything."
I took a sip of Butterbeer, which Rosmerta had thankfully just delivered, before I continued. "Not only did she do that, but she also gave me a ton of books, all of them about sex."
"Oh shit! No way! Why are we just now hearing about these? I want to look!" Ginny interrupted.
"Well some are pretty academic. Listing the different contraceptive measures, how to perform them or brew them, and when to best take them. Definitely important, and I want you both to read them for sure. I think it's something we should know anyhow. I actually bought the ingredients for the potion today, and figured I should start brewing them just in case." I blushed when I said that, earning a squeal from both Ginny AND Hermione. "Yes, I know. I'm not planning on sleeping with him anytime soon, but I figured I might as well start. You never know what could happen. Erik's been patiently waiting for me, but I know if I let him he'd be more than willing to sleep with me. From what we have done, which isn't much, I know he wants me, and damned if I don't want him as well. He makes me feel things I didn't even know I could feel."
"I can't believe it. By the end of the year, there's no way you still have your virginity." Ginny snickered.
"Ginny! Ana just said she doesn't want to rush things, and that's perfectly fine."
"Mione. She's brewing the contraceptive potion. She's planning on getting laid sometime soon. Which is totally normal and fine! You just better not wait to tell us when it finally does happen."
I couldn't help but laugh at the two of them. Not one sentence out of their mouths, nor any facial cues have held any sort of judgment. Not that I thought they would, but it was a relief to know that no matter what I did or didn't do, they supported me. Embarrassingly enough, our girl time got cut short by the entrance of two very handsome Bulgarian men. Erik and I made eye contact through the crowd, and he looked at who I was with, grinning wide as he talked to Viktor. Both of them nodded, and started making their way over to us. This caused Hermione to go pink.
"Oh my god, you guys. He's coming this way. What should I do?" Hermione panicked.
"Breathe Hermione. It's fine. We're all here, and we won't let anything get weird or awkward okay? Just be yourself, and you'll be brilliant." I tried to smile reassuringly towards her, and Gin touched her arm and started whispering her own words of advice when the guys finally made their way to us.
"Damn, this place is crowded! It was touch and go for a minute there." Erik laughed. "I wasn't sure if we were going to make it over to you lovely ladies. Which by the way, you all look smashing." Sitting down in the chairs they stole from a neighboring table, Erik whispered in my ear. "You look even more ravishing, Princess. Hands down the most beautiful woman in here."
I smiled, but rolled my eyes. "Such a charmer you are. Hi Viktor. How are you?" I wanted to include him, so maybe he wouldn't stare at Hermione so hard, which certainly wasn't helping her nerves.
"I'm good, thanks." He nodded towards me, and immediately brought his attention back to Hermione. "How are you, Много си красива?" She stuttered at first, but came around within the first few minutes and started like the Hermione we know and love. Overall the conversation was running incredibly smoothly between us all, and I didn't want to break up the conversation but knew if I wanted to talk to Theo today, I needed to go soon. It was getting late, and dinner would be starting soon. Not knowing what was going to happen next, I turned to Erik, resting my hand on his thigh. Ironically matching the way his hand had been on my thigh the entire time, although he was rubbing circles into my leg with his thumb. He turned to face me, and leaned in to pay attention.
"I've got to go do something right now, and honestly I don't think it's going to go well. I know that sounds really vague and I promise I'm not trying to be allusive, I'll definitely tell you later. I just didn't know if you had any plans tonight, and if you wanted to meet up? I may need to talk to someone, and would like for it to be you if you've got nothing else going on."
"If I had plans I would reschedule them. Of course I'll meet up with you tonight. Want to meet in the library, at that back table no one can see? This sounds like you might want some privacy."
"Yeah, that sounds great. After dinner?"
"Works for me Princess. Are you going to be okay?" He asked, and genuinely looked concerned for me. I gave him a small smile, and assured him I'll be fine. I got up, and announced I had one more stop to make and had to get going. Hermione shot me an odd look, but otherwise let it go. Ginny had just nodded and continued to grill Viktor about Quidditch. Leaving the Three Broomsticks, I saw Theo conveniently walking out of Zonkos, and beelined for him.
"Theodore. A word if you don't mind." I clearly caught him by surprise, because he almost dropped his bag.
"Oh, uhm, yeah. No problem. Here?" He asked. I shook my head, and gestured for him to follow me, and let him towards the Shrieking Shack. No one was around, and I figured this was a good of a place as any.
"What's up, sis?" He asked, looking mildly worried. Of course he'd call me sis, something my Mother used to call me, right before I essentially broke his heart.
"We need to talk. I know you signed my permission slip, Theodore. Don't even try to deny it. It doesn't matter at this point. Thank you, I suppose, but that was incredibly stupid. If Father were to find out, you'd be punished."
He cut me off. "I don't care. I've stood by long enough and let you suffer. I can't do that anymore. If I have to take the wrath of Father, I will. You are my sister, Ana, and I love you. I'll try to do more. I promise."
"Don't. Don't promise me. I don't want your promises. Enough is enough, Theo. I'll tell you what I told Draco. This back and forth isn't going to work. I don't want it to. I'm done. I can't stand not knowing who is on my side, and hating you one minute than loving you the next. I feel guilty constantly, and I don't deserve that." Even though I knew after this I deserved every ounce of guilt there was.
"There is no more going back and forth! I'll help you. I'll protect you. Like I always should have been. You won't be alone anymore." Theo continued to list everything he was going to do or say to support me, and I knew I was going to have to be harsher. I was going to have to do my best impression of Father. Taking a deep breath, I slammed all my emotions down and put on my best disgusted and uninterested face.
"I said, enough. I don't care what you have to say anymore. It is too little too late. I'm done with our fucked up family. I want nothing to do with either of you. You honestly expect me to forgive your cowardice? I've had to stare at you, day after day, watching while you live your life. Being able to go out and have fun, see your friends, live freely. Don't deny that you did it, because no matter what you did, you'd never be worse than me, and you knew that. You abused that. While Father was abusing me, starving me, letting me rot; you took advantage of my pain. I don't think I can forgive you for that."
"Ana, please." His voice cracked. I knew he was going to try and apologize again, explain, but I just couldn't let that happen. I was fighting to keep my emotions at bay, but I was struggling. Every word out of my mouth was a lie, and it tasted like acid. If he had the chance to say anything else, I may cave. I need to end this, now.
"Everything I did was for Mother. To honor her. That's why year after year I kept choosing to stay with this gods forsaken family. I tried to honor her love and care by protecting you, because that's what she died for. For us! Yet I keep fighting a losing battle. You already said it Theodore, you aren't strong enough to fight against Father, and I refuse to be around and watch you become him. I refuse to accept this shell of a life any longer. I don't wish for you to become Father. Truly I don't, but I'm done pretending I'm someone I'm not. I'm done tip-toeing through life, worried if my actions might get me killed by my own blood. So this is it. I won't be returning to Nott Manor- ever. I have to cut you out of my life. I've already decided, and there is no changing my mind." I said with a tone of finality. I could see unshed tears in Theo's eyes, and it killed me inside.
"I'll never be able to make it up to you, but I understand. The longer you rebel in Father's eyes, the more likely you are to suffer Mother's fate. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if that happened. So as sorry as I am, as gutted as I am, I understand and support you. I hope one day we don't have to worry about any of this anymore. Until then, know I only want the best for you little sister. I want you to be happy, and not suffer any pain. I want you to be free. What can I do to help? Where will you go?" Unwanted tears gathered in my own eyes, and it was almost painful to swallow. I cleared my throat before I could talk.
"I have it worked out." A complete lie. I literally just decided to not return to the manor while I was speaking, and I've got no plan at all. "To help, you can live well and be strong. Do what you have to to survive. Hopefully Father continues to avoid the manor, and I don't plan on telling him that I'm leaving. Maybe he'll never even notice I'm gone." I chuckled self deprecatingly. "Theo, I know there is a good chance I will be disowned, and I'm okay with that. No matter what he says or does, agree with him about me. Build the divide, and protect yourself. The only other thing I can ask of you, is to go within my room. There is a small wooden box, with my initials intricately carved on the top, buried deep in my closet. Protect that from Father. It has the last items I have of Mother in there. I don't want Father to destroy it. Please keep it safe for me."
"Don't you want it back?"
"I'm not returning at all, Theodore. I won't be able to get anything left at the manor. It's alright, the rest are just things. Material items. They don't matter as much as that box. I mean, I'll miss the books I left. "We laughed quietly together. "But I don't need any of it to survive. I'll be okay."
He looked pensive for a moment, before he must have come to a conclusion in his head. "I can remove your stuff. Or well, maybe not me exactly, but I can get Nimsey to do it. We can send it all to your private vault! Father won't know, so even if he does see you are gone, room empty, there won't be anything he can do." He almost looked excited for a moment, before he settled back to a morose attitude. "I don't want you to go." He looked down at his shoes, and I gave up. I gave up trying to be hurtful. I gave up lying. He was my brother, and I loved him, and he understands what I'm doing. Why I'm doing it. So I rushed to him, wrapping my arms around his much larger frame.
"I love you Theodore Atticus, and I wish I didn't have to. You'll always be my brother. So know that every time I'll glare at you, or act like leaving you behind was nothing; You are nothing to me. It's just an act, because I will miss you, and you are not nothing." I made a split second decision, but I meant it with my whole heart and soul. My eyes hardened. "If that man dares hurt you, dares to threaten you, I want you to tell me."
"There won't be much you can do, Annie." He shrugged half heartedly.
"That's not true. If anyone has reason to harm that man, it would be me. And I'll do it Theo. I'm not afraid of getting hurt for the people I love. Rather me than you." He shook his head, and I squeezed my arms a little tighter to get his attention. "You may not believe this Theo, but I would die for those I care about."
"Such a Gryffindor." He scoffed and looked away. I couldn't help the low, dark, laugh that left my mouth, making his eyes dart back to me wide. "I've never heard you laugh like that before."
"C'mon Theo. The Nott and Avery family's both have a bit of madness running through their veins. Particularly the Notts, and you know as well as I do that history shows we're just as bad as the Black family. We just hide it better. I have it more than you do, and that's not necessarily a good thing. It's why I was so easily able to betray our Father, and our upbringing. I don't mind pain, as it has become my friend. An unwelcome but anticipated friend, and I accept that. I could feel myself, each time Father punished me, welcoming that dark side more and more. I'm not dark like Father, Theo, so stop looking so damned concerned. I'm dark in the way that I don't care what I have to go through. I'll smile through the pain and torture, because when the time comes to return the favor to those that have wronged me and my loved ones? I'll rejoice in their pain. Like I said, I'd die for my people, but I'm not afraid to kill for them either."
I could tell Theo was alarmed, but it was the truth. A truth I kept hidden, especially in Gryffindor. It was one of the ways I showed my Slytherin tendencies. It was unfortunately one of the ways I took after my father, but it also had its use so I wasn't too upset about it. Regardless of how much I hate my father and his cruelty to all, I can recognize I have it as well, just not as extreme. It only comes out to those who have wronged me.
"I'm not going on a murdering rampage, so don't worry. I'm just saying, if push comes to shove, I'm more than willing to shove him off of the Astronomy Tower. Just saying." I winked, and thank Merlin got Theo to laugh.
He sobered quickly. "I guess this is it. I'll talk to Nimsey right away and get your stuff moved so you can get it this summer."
I nodded. "That sounds good. Thank you Theo."
"It's the least I could do, after everything. Nimsey is going to be beside herself that you won't be around anymore."
"I know." My eyes flickered down, processing the fact that I never got to say goodbye to her. "Please tell her I'll miss her, and I appreciate everything she's ever done for me. And Theo, don't you dare let anything happen to her. She is not Fathers elf, she's ours. Our responsibility. If you can't help her, free her and have her find me and I'll figure it out. I mean it Theodore. Do. Not. Let. Father. Get. Near. Her."
"I promise I'll protect her."
"Right then. This is it. I love you Theodore. Please take care of yourself."
"You too Analiese. I love you."
With one last tight squeeze, I walked away from him. I started aimlessly roaming the corridors, not feeling like going to dinner. I had no appetite. I also realized I needed to figure out just what in the hell I was going to do at year end. I no longer had a home to go to. I really was just like Sirius; I thought, laughing to myself. But that thought made me pause. Sirius. I knew from Harry he was living in his old childhood home, and apparently lonely. Although Harry was only guessing the last part. Remus always said Sirius would understand, as he had been through the same thing. I would write to Sirius- now. Running back to the dorms, I grabbed my quill and ink and got to writing.
Padfoot,
I hope you don't mind me using that name, but I also didn't want to make this obvious in case something were to happen, and this letter got intercepted. I've suddenly found myself in a very similar situation to your childhood one, and now have nowhere to call home. This may be asking a lot, and I really don't want to impose, but is there any chance you'd be open to having a roommate this summer? And maybe the rest of the summers until I'm 17? I haven't been disowned, yet. Although if it were up to T.N. I'd be a goner by now. So nothing is official. I just won't actually be staying in my own childhood home. Obviously, that could change depending on if he notices and his reaction. I don't need anything from you! I've got money, and I can help around the house. I won't even bother you, I promise. I just need a bed to sleep on at night and that is it. I don't really have anyone else to turn to. I suppose maybe Remus, but I know things get a bit weird for him around a specific time of the month. If you could write back and let me know, I'd appreciate it. Please don't feel obligated though, because I can figure it out. I hope you are doing okay. Don't worry, I'm looking after Harry.
Hopefully I'll talk to you soon!
Love,
Your fellow black sheep
Figuring that was good enough for Sirius, I took it to the owlery, and used the most inconspicuous owl to send it off. I was guessing it was almost time for dinner to be over, so I made my way to the library, and settled in prepared to wait for Erik. I let my mind wander to what just occurred, and I could feel the hurt and loneliness seep in. Tears gathered in my eyes, and no matter how many times I tried to get them to go away, they stubbornly refused. I blinked, and the tears rolled down my face. I sat in the back corner, silently crying for who knows how long when Erik appeared. He took one look at me and rushed forward.
"Ana! What's wrong? Are you alright?" He wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me to his chest. He let me cry for a bit until he pulled back just enough to look me in the eye.
I sniffled. "I'm okay, Erik. Or rather, I will be. I'm just sad, and alone. I feel lost and anxious and overwhelmed. I just wish I had a normal family. A normal life. Someone I can depend on that I won't have to worry about whether or not my part in their life will cause harm to come to them. I just wish I could shut my mind off for a bit. I don't want to think about the future, and what's going to happen. I want to get lost in the present, and just live and worry about right now." I snuggled even closer to him. "I feel safe right now. I think I need a physical connection right now, which is abnormal for me because I usually like being alone. But being in your arms feels good. Really good." I sighed, mildly content but still feeling off. I can't even imagine what my face looks like.
"Physical connection, eh? How close do you want to be, Princess? Because we can get real close." He whispered in my ear, his one hand tracing a path on my cheek, the other hand made its way to my inner upper thigh. I pulled back to look in his eyes, and realized he was joking, and trying to lighten the mood, but unexplainably, I did want to get even closer. I always lost my mind when we touched, and he seemed like the perfect distraction.
Keeping my eyes on him to watch his reaction, I decided to push my luck. "What would you say if that is exactly what I want?" I watched his eyes widen, and it was my turn to whisper in his ear. "What if I want you to be so close that I can feel every inch of your body on mine? Your hands in my hair, tugging hard as I take your cock in my mouth? What if I want to feel your fingers inside me? Maybe I want to see just how close we can get?" I returned the favor to him, by ghosting my breath over this ear, and nipping his lobe just slightly. I pulled back again to look him in the eyes. The once dark blue had darkened to midnight, pupils blown wide. His grip on my face got a little tighter.
"Don't tease me, Ana." His voice had gone husky. "Because I'd love nothing more than to watch you cum on my fingers. My tongue." Using said appendage, he licked the hollow of my throat.
Using my Gryffindor courage, I gripped his face to look directly at me. "I want a distraction, Erik. I don't want to think about anything right now. I want to get lost in you. Can I do that?"
Erik groaned and nodded, and because he had led everything so far, I wanted to try my hand at leading. I moved so I could straddle his waist, my toes barely touching the ground, and leaned in to kiss him. Almost immediately, he opened his mouth and let me in. Our tongues met and teeth clashed in a bruising kiss. I couldn't help but move my hips a bit to get comfortable, causing a blissful friction between us making us both groan. I pulled back just a bit, enough so I could nip his lower lip, and started kissing my way down his jaw and to his throat. As I rubbed our hips together, I worked on marking that spot just below his ear. I kissed, nipped, and sucked making sure to leave a dark purple bruise. Leaning back to admire my work, I couldn't help but grin at his mussed up hair. I started to run my hands down his flat stomach, admiring the way his muscles tense and released under my touch. As I made my way down, hand rubbing his incredibly hard length over his pants, I watched as he took his wand out and cast a notice me not and silencing charm. I took this as my go ahead, and made to get off his lap, but all I did was cause a confused look.
I just smiled. "Scoot your chair back please." Doing as he was instructed, I now had plenty of space to kneel between his spread legs. Slowly I undid his pants, fumbling with the button, as my nerves started taking a hold of me. I slipped my hand inside, and after a bit of his help, his cock finally sprung free. I took a second to just look. This was really the closest I had ever been to a man's penis, and I wanted to acquaint myself. I slipped my hand around the base of him, and gave a gentle and testing squeeze.
"Ah, fuck." He moaned, and my hand stilled. "No, Princess. It felt so good. Please keep going." Doing as he asked, I started to move my hand up and down, settling a good pace and then testing the pressure. I wanted to see what made him lose it. He liked it fast, and a little hard, and I could feel my knickers become soaked. Erik tipped his head back and sighed, closing his eyes. Taking this opportunity, I leaned forward and used my tongue to lick the small drop of liquid at the tip of his cock. This caused his eyes to fly open and he looked down at me in shock. So I did it again. I swirled my tongue around the top, and doing what I read in one of the books Narcissa gave, I relaxed my mouth and throat, and slowly started taking him inch by inch into my mouth. Erik wasn't small by any means, so this became a challenge. I struggled against my gag reflex and breathed through my nose. I sucked in my cheeks and started bobbing up and down on his cock. His hand found my hair and grabbed a fistful, but just held it. I looked up to find him watching me, and it was the single most erotic thing I had seen. I couldn't help the moan that escaped me, but apparently that turned him on even more, because soon he was gasping and I could feel his cock twitch in my mouth.
"Ana, I'm going to cum. Fuck Princess if you don't want me to explode in your hot little mouth, I need you to move. Now." I wanted to see him lose control, so I sucked even harder and used my free hand to cup his balls, massaging. The effect was instantaneous, and Erik came. I took every drop of him as well as I could, but a little escaped my mouth. I licked it off my lips, and Erik abruptly pulled me up and sat me on the table.
"That was so good, baby, but it's my turn now." His hands started to explore my body. Cupping my breasts, and flicking his thumbs over my nipples. I groaned at the strange but pleasant feeling. He continued his way down, and started massaging my clit from the outside of my panties. A loud sound ripped out of my mouth, and my hand shot to cover it.
"That's it Princess. Focus on how I'm making you feel." His index finger slipped inside my folds, and slowly entered me. I swear to Salazar that my eyes rolled back when he started pumping in and out of me. Soon I was wiggling beneath him, begging for more. He added a second finger, and curled them, hitting a spot inside of me and I saw stars. I could feel myself pulse around him, squeezing his fingers as he kept going. Just as I was coming down from my orgasmic high, I saw him kneel in front of me, and he spread my legs even wider. I slid my panties off my legs, and let them catch around my ankles. I wanted to close my legs, suddenly feeling embarrassed, but he held them firmly open. When he leaned down and swirled his tongue on my clit, I fell back again, not being able to hold myself up because the pleasure was just too much. It didn't take long for me to cum a second time, as both his fingers and mouth worked on me. My legs felt shaky as he helped me stand. I cast a cleaning charm, and slid my panties back into place. We looked at each other, and I started to feel awkward. That was until he pulled me into a gentle kiss.
"How do you feel, Princess?"
"Good. Really good actually. Thank you for that."
"I should be thanking you. This was supposed to be about you tonight. Let me walk you back to the common room?" He asked. I nodded and we gathered our things together, and he canceled the charms he had placed. We walked back to Gryffindor tower in comfortable silence, and he kissed me goodnight. The buzz I had completely died when I walked through the portrait and saw Harry sitting on the couch, pale as could be, and wringing his hands through his hair. Before I could say anything, he spoke.
"I know what the first task is going to be."
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