After Antares had inducted the first years into the Slytherin way of life, which was one of his duties as a prefect, he joined his friends in the common room to catch up and discuss things that couldn't be discussed in public because of their sensitive nature.
The Slytherin common room was relatively large. It was furnished with expensive yet tasteful furniture that was black, silver and dark green in colour. Unlike the other three houses, each student in Slytherin got their own personal dorm room, which could be any size the student wanted depending on how much your parents wanted to pay for it. Antares' parents had of course bought the biggest room size available, for nothing but the best was fit for their sons.
It was many hours later - in the early hours of the morning - that the common room finally began to empty, the students finally decided it was time for bed. Antares however stayed seated, having noticed that Jasper had made no move to get up from his position by the fire.
Antares, and the rest of his friends, had been unable to get the teen to talk to any of them about what was wrong with him, Tristan knew of course, but had refused to tell any of them, saying it wasn't his information to tell.
"Look, Jasper" said Antares as he stood up from his seat, "I know that I don't know what it is that you're going through, and I don't know what it is that I, or any of the others, can do to help you with whatever's bothering you. Just know that were here for you whenever you are ready to tell us".
Antares took one last look at his friend, whose back was facing him as he gazed into the fire, before turning around to make his way to his dorm
"A Marriage Contract" said Jasper quietly.
"What!" said Antares, whipping around sharply, thinking that Jasper had somehow found out about the marriage contract between himself and the Helena Greengrass.
"What do you mean A Marriage Contract?"
"My parents …" said Jasper slowly, his voice croaking slightly" My parents … have seen fit to put me in a Marriage Contract".
Antares heart sank just a little at these words. It was one thing for him to be in a Marriage Contract, he loved women and knew how to interact with them. Jasper, on the other hand, wasn't so confident. Jasper hadn't had any dealings with women besides Sophia, Caroline, the professors and his family. Antares didn't know why his friend was so shy of people, especially women, and when he had asked his friend why, had been told "that's how I've always been". His heart went out to his friend because he knew that it would be hard for him to cope with the fact that he would eventually have to come out of his shy and introverted ways in order to interact with his future wife.
"Who is to be the future Lady Avery?" asked Antares, taking a seat beside his friend. "If you don't mind me asking ... that is".
"Sarah West" replied Jasper, still gazing into the fire.
Sarah West was a 7th year Hufflepuff. She was quiet pretty in her own way and came from a respectable Pureblood family that were very Anti-Muggle.
"Well at least she's comely enough" said Antares, grinning slightly.
"What am I to do Antares?" asked Jasper after a while, finally looking away from the fire and towards his friend.
Antares didn't know what to say. He wanted to help his friend of course, but didn't know exactly how. He could of course tell Jasper that he too was being subjected to a marriage contract, at least then Jasper wouldn't feel so alone. But Antares didn't know if he was ready to reveal his betrothal to Helena. It wasn't that he was embarrassed or ashamed of the fact that he was being betrothed, it was that once everyone knew he was to be married, his entire reputation would be forever changed.
"I have something to tell you Jasper. Something that you must promise to tell no one." said Antares after a long while.
"You know me Antares, have I ever broken a promise"
Antares nodded his head, to his knowledge Jasper knew how to keep a secret. Antares didn't know if what he was about to reveal was for the best or not, but if it helped his friend deal with his own situation than at least he was being a good friend.
"I too am to be married" announced suddenly Antares to his friend.
"W – wh – what do you mean you're to be married?" stuttered Jasper, eyebrows raised high in confusion.
"I mean exactly that." replied Antares. "I too have found myself forced into a marriage contract against my will".
"Since when?" asked Jasper after getting over his shock.
"The end of summer. And before you ask, Helena Greengrass" said Antares, already anticipating Jasper's next question.
Several minutes of silence passed between them, the both of them thinking about the situation that would be affecting them both in the near future.
It was Jasper who eventually broke this silence, his natural curiosity getting the best of him.
"How do you feel?" he asked Antares.
"Hmm?' hummed Antares, not fully understanding what he was being asked.
"About the contract. How do you feel?" Jasper asked for a second time.
Antares didn't answer straight away. For once in his life he didn't know what to say, and even if he did, he didn't know whether he was interested in revealing such private information. He had been taught from a young age to keep your cards close to your chest, even amongst friend, for friends can turn into enemies just as quickly as enemies can become friends. Not that he was worried about Jasper becoming his enemy or anything along those lines, he just took his privacy very seriously.
"I don't rightly know" replied Antares eventually, deciding that Jasper's question wasn't harmful in any way.
"At first I wasn't particularly happy with my parents. How could I when they had made one of the most important decisions in my life without consulting me. The fact that my future wife is someone as beautiful as Helena Greengrass does take some of the sting out of the situation. I mean, have you seen that ass" Antares said jokingly to his friend, a large grin plastered on his face.
Antares grin faltered however. Jasper was once again gazing into the fire, a sad and worried expression on his face.
Antares was quickly getting fed up with Jasper's moodiness. He knew first-hand what it was like to find out that you were to be married to someone you hadn't even met, but that didn't give Jasper the right to act all sullen and depressed. He had gotten over the fact that he was to be married, so why couldn't Jasper?
"Don't worry about your situation too much Jasper. For all you know this may be the best thing that's ever happened to you" Said Antares quietly as he stood up from his position on the floor.
Antares turned in the direction of his dorm and was halfway across the room when Jasper finally looked up.
"Thank you, Antares" he said. "For listening and confiding in me".
"Think nothing of it" Antares replied, "But do me a favour and make sure you don't go to bed too late, don't forget we have class first thing in the morning".
With that last parting statement, Antares walked out of the common room and made his way towards his room, which was located at the end of a long corridor lined with black doors with silver handles.
Antares opened his door and quickly made his way inside, quiet keen to go to bed after such a long and mildly stress-full day.
When Antares entered his room for the first time in over 2 months, a genuine smile crept onto his face. Sometimes he just loved being rich.
To say that his room was extravagant would be doing his room an injustice.
The room measured around 8 metres width by 6 metres in length, the floor was made out of white marble and the walls of black granite. A large California king bed made of some type of wood stood against the wall in the middle of the room, nicely decorated by a silver and black duvet. On the left, the entire side of the wall was covered by a very modern looking bookshelf, the only odd thing being was that it was covered from head to toe with what seemed like a thousand old and dusty tomes. Beside his bed stood two side table, one on either side and each piled high with whatever books he had been reading the last time he was here. To the right of his room stood a very large desk, a freestanding mirror, two armoires (one for casual clothes and the other for robes) and his banner displaying the black family crest. In the centre of his room – between the door and his bed – lie a very large black furry rug which had silver accents running through it. All in all it was a very large, very comfortable room that displayed enough wealth so as not to appear gaudy and wasteful. To Antares it was more than just a bedroom, to him, it was his home away from home.
Walking over to the right side of the room, Antares began to get read to bed. Firstly he took off his shoes, and socks, his robe, tie, shirt and pants wore soon to follow. Once he was standing in just his boxers – surprisingly not black but a dark red in colour – he pulled out his wand and quickly cast a mouth cleaning charm, before placing his wand and his bedside table – atop a pile of books – before climbing into bed.
Today had been a long, yet interesting, day for Antares. Not only had he secured some intimate time with Lily, he had also got to finally meet up with his friends and had found out that his friend was in the same situation that he was. The year had started off on a relatively good note and he was quite looking forward to the year to come. In previous years he had focused primarily on having a good time, spending time with friends and various women and focusing on his studies. Yet this year was going to be unlike previous years. This year he would be focusing on his long-term goals and plans for his future.
Originally his plan was to graduate from Hogwarts, slowly enter the political scene and eventually build towards his goals. But his plans had changed because of his marriage contract. How was he supposed to accomplish his goals whilst also having to play host to his wife, who he would have to have a child with within the next five years. So he had decided to move his plans forward by several years. This year he wasn't going to waste his time studying extra hard or chasing girls, instead he would be planning his - and the Black family - rise to power.
Seeing as it was getting late into the morning, Antares closed his eyes and relaxed into soft embrace that was his bed. Yet just as he was on the brink of falling asleep, when he thought he heard something that sounded suspiciously like footsteps coming from outside his door.
Sitting up, Antares listened for the sound again. This time he was sure he could hear footsteps, and they sounded like they were coming closer towards his room. Reaching towards his bedside table, Antares picked up his wand and grasped it loosely in his hand. Even though he was in the relatively safe confines of the Slytherin dorms, one could never be too careful when it came to personal safety.
It was when whoever was in the hall stopped outside his door and began to turn the handle that Antares had a sneaking suspicion of who was on the other side of the door. His wand however, didn't leave his side.
His door slowly opened. At first he wasn't able to see who it was because of the light, so he illuminated the room with a quick "Lumos".
"I thought it might've been you" said Antares to his visitor.
There, in the middle of his room and in the middle of the night, stood none other than his very good friend, Sophia Wilkes.
She was wearing her usual white mid-thigh dressing gown that was held together by a velvet sash, as well a very sultry look on her beautiful face.
Without saying a word Sophia untied the sash that was around her waist, before slowly – and seductively – removing the dressing gown altogether.
Antares eyes shined with lust as he watched one of his best friends disrobe before him, his manhood becoming aroused when he saw what Sophia was wearing underneath the robe.
Sophia's figure was positively gorgeous. Although Sophia had a very lithe figure, she had curves in all the right places. Her stomach, legs, arms and thigh were tight and toned to perfection and her breasts were a firm and perky C-cup. Yet it was her bum that Antares liked the most, it was round and full yet not outrageously so and fit wonderfully in the palms of his hand. Yet her body was only part of the equation, it was what she was wearing that made her all the more beautiful.
Sophia was wearing perhaps the sexiest piece of lingerie that he had ever laid eyes upon. Her breasts were covered by a black strapped bar that fitted her perfectly, and thin black panties that hugged her hips and perfect ass whilst also showing off her long beautiful legs. Her outfit was brought together by a black see-through mid-thigh camisole that had no sleeves and was tied at the front by a little black bow.
"Well. What are you waiting for?" she said, looking directly towards Antares, who up until this point hadn't managed to take his eyes off of her.
With that Antares pushed back his covers and scrambled out of bed. In what seemed like a second flat he had crossed the room and had captured her lips in a passionate kiss.
Antares forehead pressed gently against hers as he closed his eyes for a second, basking in the softness that was her lips. Wrapping his arms around her waist he pulled her closer against him, getting a moan of approval from Sophia as hers hands became lost in his hair. Parting his lips slightly, Antares slid his tongue across her bottom lip, seeking entrance to her mouth, which she of course accepted.
Antares's mouth drifted away from Sophia's mouth, his lips placing tiny kisses against her jawline and down to her throat. As he did this Sophia's hands drifted away from his hair and towards his chest, her fingernails scraping lightly against his muscled pecs as Antares began to make his way past her throat and towards her cleavage.
Deciding that things would be much more comfortable on the bed, Antares stopped what he was doing – much to the disappointment of Sophia – and picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Walking towards his bed, Antares through her – gently he might add – onto the bed.
For a second Antares stopped what he was doing and gazed down upon the beautiful women the lay before him. Sophia looked positively stunning as she lay upon his green and silver duvet, her beautiful tanned skin and magnificent figure looking positively radiant as she gazed back up at him, her bottom lip clenched between straight white teeth and her eyes practically begging him to make love to her.
"Oh How I love my life" thought Antares before summoning his wand and cancelling the lighting charm he had placed upon the room. The room became pitch black and all that was to be heard for the next several hours was the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh and the low, throaty moans that would escape through their lips every now and again.
A/N - A link to Sophia's lingerie can be found on my profile.