Author's Note:
Saz, this chapter is for you! Thanks for finally catching up again! I think this is the chapter you've been waiting on. A fluffy chapter of fluffy smut.
Reviews and Comments: To Hellpony: The Black and Decker Pecker Wrecker, I am still laughing and it's been a week, so thank you for that bout of laughter. To Leapyearbaby29: There's always the gossiping girls and well, it's fun to add them in sometimes. To PurpleLotus: Thank you! I think Luna is a great friend and she knows exactly how to help Neville. She wants him to be happy and she wants to explore a bit herself. She is one of a kind. As to Ron and Hermione, well, they'll get there! To xXQueenofDragonsXx: Kevin is an asshole, agreed. To elizabethrene: Thanks for reading for four months, I appreciate you sticking with it. I'm honoured to have made you laugh and cry and I can't wait for everyone to meet the twins either! To Steel: Of course Theo couldn't resist moving in on Harry like that. I think it says a lot about their friendship that Harry was more embarrassed and awkward about it than anything and Ginny's just downright amused. To Roxy_ricki: Murder is harsh, but Kevin is definitely an ass. To Seriously Sam: Ginny didn't notice that Harry almost kissed her and since Harry was still very much in denial then, it was probably good that he didn't. Harry loves Sirius' jacket and of course he's going to wear it! Harry is a bit protective of Luna, but he should be and yes, Theo is the only one who could pinch Harry's bum and not make Ginny jealous. And yes, they do bicker adorably lol.
To Bumlewis: Thank you! I love that everyone loved Theo flirting with Harry, it was fun! To T.J. Law: Of course, Spice Girls are a must and Holler is a great song lol. To ladyinwaiting2005: I agree with you that 'At the Beginning' from Anastasia is an amazing Romione song. To elin2002: Thank you! Writing Luna is hard for me so I'm glad you think I do her justice. To AntiCreator: I agree with you, Neville needs to think things over for a minute since Luna kind of surprised him. I hope I still manage to throw some surprises your way as yes, some fluffy calm before the storm. To .wills15: Luna is a Queen, agreed! And thank you for reading it, honestly reviews are what inspire me to keep writing! To Wolf's scream: That is true, Ron isn't the first guy not to notice a girl was flirting with him, but I think it means more to Hermione that he was oblivious to it coming from other girls. And yes, Harry can definitely be adequately persuasive in getting Ginny to leave the party. To pix25: Some girls, definitely. To Guest: I disagree. Luna and Neville are great friends and they're not going to hurt each other. To The Go1den Snitch: Thank you! I'm happy you didn't see the Neville and Luna bit coming.
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CHAPTER TWO-HUNDRED AND FORTY-SEVEN:
Dean was determined to get his boyfriend off the dance floor before he killed somebody. He loved how much fun he was having, but he was positive that if he let Seamus dance any longer, someone would lose an eye.
The party had been a welcome distraction that he very much needed. Seamus had been wonderful over the last few weeks as he dealt with the letter from his father. He'd corresponded with his mum a bit on the subject, but he still hadn't decided whether or not to write him back. He didn't know the man. All he knew was the very little amount of information that his mother knew and of course, what Kellan Morgan had offered in his letter. He had been born in Pretoria, South Africa. He'd moved to England when he'd been eighteen and his sister had died in a car accident a few years after moving there with him.
But it wasn't enough information.
He didn't know if his father was magical.
He didn't know if his father would accept the fact that his son was in a serious relationship with a bloke, and a caucasian bloke at that.
He didn't know if his father really wanted to get to know him.
What if he met him and this Morgan decided that Dean wasn't the son he had hoped he was?
Would it be worth the torture of making an effort only to be refused or tossed aside all over again?
Dean knew what Seamus had to say on the subject. He'd gone seventeen years without knowing his father, without having a father, and he'd been fine. He had three amazing women in his life who had always been there for him through thick and thin. They were open and loving and a little bit mad. He'd grown up in a world of art where an afternoon in the rain meant paint balloons and pottery. He loved them fiercely and he loved how much they made him feel like he never needed a father.
He never felt less because he didn't have one.
He never felt like they weren't enough.
But the curiosity had always been there and since he'd gotten the letter, it had only increased. Yet he couldn't decide what he wanted to do.
So, instead, he focused on what he did want. He wanted to drag his boyfriend away and snog him senseless. He wanted to bask in touching him and hearing him moan his name. He moved up behind him and he slid his hand into the back of Seamus' jean pocket and squeezed that soft slightly chubby arse that he admired.
"I think it's time to get out of here," he murmured.
Seamus pouted. "But it's only midnight! Let's dance more!"
"You're dancing is a danger to society."
Seamus pretended to look offended. "That's just mean."
"Did I mention how adorable you look while doing it?"
"Better," Seamus said, sighing as he let Dean pull him off the dance floor. He pointed to where Lavender and Padma were snogging in the corner. "Don't you think it's weird that I dated Lavender and now I'm with you and she's with your ex girlfriend's twin sister?"
Dean shrugged. "Not really. Parvati and Padma may look identical, but they're not the same. I never dated Padma."
Seamus nodded. "I suppose."
Dean cupped Seamus' arse more firmly. "Let's go back to the dorm. Everyone's having a good time and we'll have it to ourselves for a while."
Seamus' lips twitched. "Something in mind, do you?"
"Yes," Dean said, bending to kiss his boyfriend's lips.
Seamus grinned and let Dean lead him away. When they stepped into their dorm, Dean immediately put his hands on Seamus' hips and walked him backwards towards his bed.
"Seam?"
"Yes?" Seamus said, reaching up to link his arms around Dean's neck.
Dean's hands slid down to grip his arse again. "I want to make love with you."
Seamus' smile was slow. "Yeah?"
He nodded. "I've been imagining it for some time now and… we've moved slow enough, haven't we?" he asked, kissing Seamus' jaw.
Seamus ran his hands down Dean's arms. "Are you sure that you're ready for that?"
Dean squeezed his arse. "I've been dreaming of bending you over for longer than I'd like to admit. You have the most delectable little bubble bum."
Seamus smirked. "Dean, love, I'm not the one who's going to be shagged."
Dean's eyebrow rose. "Oh?"
Seamus kissed him. "I like to be the one in control."
"You mean you and Will never…"
"We did," Seamus corrected. "But I always…"
Dean nipped at his mouth. "Doesn't mean it always has to be you, does it?"
Seamus let out a squeak when Dean pushed him back onto the bed and lowered himself over him to kiss him. The feel of his tall, lean frame on top of him made him sigh in pleasure. The feel of Seamus' hands on his back made him moan and when his shirt was pulled up and over his head and his boyfriend's hands touched his skin, it was bliss.
They kept kissing as they undressed each other until they were down to their boxers. Dean rubbed himself against Seamus until he moaned; Dean smiled, leaning down to nip at his lips again.
"I want to play first," Dean told him, kissing his neck.
Seamus only grunted in response as Dean moved his lips over his shoulders and down his chest. He lingered over his ribs, kissing and licking, admiring the new muscles there. Seamus' workouts were starting to show and he couldn't help but admire his body. When he pulled Seamus' boxers down, he eagerly ran his tongue along the shaft. Seamus moaned as Dean's mouth teased him with licks and sucks, soft kisses and strokes. His lips moved over his thighs, rolling him onto his side as Seamus tugged Dean's boxers down, his hand gripping his hard cock.
Dean moaned as Seamus stroked him. He basked in the pleasure for a moment before he moved away from Seamus, kissing lower down his boyfriend's body, moving behind him and kissing his arse. Dean pressed kisses over Seamus' firm cheeks, stroking and kneading as he did and Seamus panted. He thought about what Seamus said and felt a little disappointed that he couldn't take him the way that he wanted to, so instead he slid his tongue inside and licked him.
Seamus shuddered, rolling onto his stomach, his hands fisting into the comforter of the bed. Dean moved closer and slid his tongue in deeper, spreading him as his finger danced along the edge.
"Dean… feck, that feels good…" he murmured against the bed.
Feeling encouraged, Dean sucked his finger furiously and slowly slid it into him. Seamus panted and lifted his arse off the bed to give him better access. Dean continued to use his tongue, enjoying the sounds his boyfriend was making beneath him. He imagined it would be even better to have his cock there, to feel that tightness around him. Dean murmured a lubrication charm on his hand and he tentatively added a second finger; Seamus groaned.
"Feck, Dean… feckin fuck! Feck!"
Dean used his tongue more aggressively, his other hand reaching around to squeeze his boyfriend's balls and Seamus panted his name. Dean slid his tongue lower, sucking the underside of Seamus' sack as he continued to finger him and Seamus shuddered. He added the start of a third finger and moved up to kiss Seamus' neck as he worked him.
Seamus reached around to grip Dean's cock again, stroking it firmly until Dean moved it away from him. He removed his fingers and teased the edge of his cock along Seamus' arse in slow purposeful movements before he gripped Seamus' hair.
"You gotta suck me off first. I won't make it if you don't," he whispered.
Seamus looked back at him, his cheeks flushed. "I changed my mind."
Dean leaned back on his knees, holding his erection in his fist. "What?"
Seamus rolled over and pushed Dean down onto his back, kissing him passionately. Dean moaned when Seamus' lips left his and kissed their way down his chest and lower until those lips were wrapped around him. He gripped his boyfriend's hair as Seamus sucked him and he grunted.
"Fuck, I'm so close," Dean murmured. "Use your fingers."
Seamus let him go and kissed his chest before he smiled. "I changed my mind."
"What does that mean?" Dean asked, his eyes wide.
Seamus gripped Dean's cock tightly in his hand. "I want you inside of me."
And then he was murmuring a lubrication charm and lowering himself onto Dean's cock; slowly using his hand to guide himself and when Dean felt his tip enter him, he moaned.
"Oh, Seam, oh… oh, oh fuck, that feels incredible!"
Seamus was panting and he nodded before he pushed himself down fully and took all of him inside making both of them groan in pleasure. Seamus held himself in check a moment, adjusting to him. It was pleasure and pain combined, but it felt good. He put his hands on the bed on either side of Dean's head and he began to ride him. The feel of Dean's cock moving in and out of his arse was more than he'd imagined; better than he thought possible. He moaned.
Dean reached up to grip Seamus' bouncing cock and began to pump him and soon they were both coming and crying out. Seamus collapsed on top of Dean, his breathing heavy and Dean merely wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, kissing his neck.
"That was…"
"Amazing," Seamus whispered. "I never… I was always afraid and I shouldn't have been. You'd never hurt me and Merlin… that book taught you all sorts of naughty things, didn't it?"
Dean chuckled. "A few." He ran his hand down to squeeze Seamus' bum and he moaned.
"You're not small, Thomas, a bloke needs recovery time!"
Dean ran his hands over the smooth cheeks. "Does he?"
Seamus kissed him. "Yes."
Dean reached for his wand, using it to clean them up and clean the bed before he urged Seamus under the covers with him to snuggle close. Seamus snuggled into the crook of his arm, a soft sigh escaping him and Dean pressed his lips to his forehead.
"Seam?"
"Hmm?"
"I really love you."
Seamus tilted his head up to give Dean a soft smile. "I really love you, too." He kissed his lips and then grinned. "And if you wanted to wake me in the morning with those lips wrapped around my cock, I wouldn't be opposed."
Dean chuckled. "Good to know."
Seamus rested his cheek against Dean's chest again and Dean smiled when he heard his boyfriend's light snores a few minutes later. He was content and he was happy and as he held him close, he knew that nothing could change how happy Seamus made him.
Even a father who had walked out on knowing him.
Dean snuck a look over at Seamus once more before he slid out of bed and found his sketchbook. He wrote the letter in minutes and sealed it in an envelope before he could change his mind, putting it on his nightstand. He would send it in the morning. A look at the clock told him that it was after one as he climbed back into bed, spooning Seamus as he did.
He went to sleep with a smile on his face.
~ ASC ~
Neville thought about it.
He thought about it a lot as he looked around at his friends and classmates dancing and laughing, snogging and snacking, and overall just having a good time. He watched Blaise snog Parvati against the wall of the dungeon, watched Ron and Hermione dance, watched Theo and Finn stare into each other's eyes… and he thought about it even more.
When his gaze fell upon Harry and Ginny as they danced to "Saturday Night," he realized that he did want to be more confident. He did want to be more sure of himself. His gaze found Luna eating pudding and he moved across the room and took her hand in his.
"Can we talk?"
Luna nodded and let him lead her out of the party and out into the hall. "About?"
"Your suggestion," Neville said. "What else would I need to talk about after you drop that bombshell in my lap?"
Luna shrugged. "All matter of things, I imagine."
Neville stared at her and shook his head. He didn't have time to question her Luna-ness. "How would this work exactly if I… agreed?"
"Well, we would go off somewhere alone and start with snogging, maybe remove our shirts."
"No, no, not… I mean, how would this change things — between us?"
"Why would it?" Luna asked, blinking owlishly up at him. "Nothing changed after we kissed."
"Yes, but that was just a kiss and sex is…"
Luna only stared at him. "We're friends, Neville. Good friends. I trust you and if I suck your prick I don't think that's going to change anything."
He flushed, an image of her doing just that entering his mind. "I trust you, too. I just… I don't want it to ruin our friendship. You're important to me, Luna."
Luna kissed his cheek. "It won't. We won't let it. You're important to me, too."
Neville pulled her close, his eyes on hers. He rested both of his hands on either side of her waist, moving almost in slow motion. Then he bent his head and gently pressed his lips to hers. "I'm in."
Luna smiled at him. "Perfect. Shall we start now then?"
Neville spluttered when she grabbed his hand and tugged him into the empty dungeon next to the party. She closed the door, used her wand to lock it, and then pulled her turtleneck over her head, revealing a black and blue lace bra. Neville's jaw dropped open. Luna tucked her wand behind her ear, dropped her shirt on the ground and opened her bra, her full breasts exposed before him. He blinked down at them, still slightly in shock over how he had found himself in this situation.
Luna took his hands in hers and placed them over her breasts. "Touch me."
The feel of her warm breasts under his hands felt incredible and when his thumb brushed her light pink nipple and it hardened, he smiled shyly at her.
"You're beautiful, Luna."
Luna smiled back at him. "Thank you."
Neville fondled her a moment, playing with her breasts in fascination. He let his eyes move to hers and he found them closed. "Does… is this okay?"
"Brilliant," she told him. "You can kiss them if you'd like."
He ducked his head to do just that and when her nipples hardened, he sucked them gently; she moaned, spurring him on.
Then her fingers fumbled with his belt.
"Luna…"
Her eyes opened and met his. "Do you trust me, Neville?"
"Yes," he told her.
A dreamy smile appeared on her face before she knelt down in front of him. She carefully undid his jeans, tugging them down his body; his face flushed red when his boxers followed and her hands reached up to fondle his growing erection. This was really happening, he thought. Luna was touching his balls. Luna was holding his cock. It should have felt strange in some way, but then he wasn't thinking about anything because she was stroking him fervently.
"Your cock is lovely," she said, tracing the tip with her finger. "I'm going to put it in my mouth now."
"Holy Godric," he shuddered when her mouth engulfed him. "Luna, I'm really not going to last long."
Luna slowly sucked him before she licked her lips. "Mmm, that's okay. I'm sure you'll last longer the next time. Then you're going to help me get off."
Then her mouth was on him again and all Neville thought was that this was quite possibly the greatest night of his life.
~ ASC ~
Ron watched Hermione dance with Harry and tried to ignore the swirling jealousy it caused him. Harry didn't like Hermione like that. Hermione didn't like Harry like that. He knew that, logically; the problem was that when it came to her, he could never think logically. Nothing he ever did with her made sense. When it came to Hermione, he just... froze.
The thing was, they'd been getting along better than ever. Sure, they still bickered and argued, but he rather liked riling her up. Her eyes would turn dark, her cheeks would flush, and he thought that she looked incredible. Her brow would furrow and he always had this desire to smooth out the crease. He'd imagine her just like that when he wanked: Cheeks flushed, eyes dark, and completely sexy without knowing it.
They spent their patrols talking about everything: School work, hopes and dreams, family, friends, travelling. Hermione told him all about her newest letters from Viktor's sisters and he'd tell her about news from the joke shop. He told her about Charlie's house in Romania and Hermione told him what Zee said in her letters about the new changes in the DRCMC and how much she wanted to do things to help change the world one day.
He told her how after he finished school he dreamed of taking a trip all over the world, just moving from place to place and living before he started his career as an Auror. She told him how much she wanted to visit Amsterdam and New Zealand and spend days reading on the beaches of Spain.
When they did homework, he made sure his arm brushed hers, needing the contact. When they sat in the common room, she sometimes sat closer to him than he thought was necessary, but he'd never dare complain because she was close. And lately... lately she'd been showing off a little more skin than she usually did.
He tried his best not to look, but when her uniform rode up and he was greeted to those creamy thighs it was impossible for him not to look. Then he'd seen those clips that held her stockings up and he'd been forced to pretend that he hadn't looked. Not to mention he kept having a repeated fantasy about the day she had been bent over on all fours in the common room trying to reach her quill and he'd seen those blue knickers. Or the day she'd unbuttoned her blouse to scratch her shoulder and he'd been rewarded with a sneak peek at a swell of breast. She was so gorgeous and she had no idea.
He'd noticed her annoyance when she informed him that Sally-Anne had been flirting and he had been pleased by it. Perks was nothing to him. A pretty face who he forgot about the moment she left a room. When Hermione left the room, he immediately wondered about her. She was almost always in his thoughts, his dreams, his fantasies...
But there was Dario.
At least he thought there was Dario. Some days he wasn't sure. She never spoke of him unless someone asked her about Spain. She just focused on her school work, colour-coding her notes, and being a prefect. Then tonight, she turned up in this lovely off the shoulder dress with black nylons that had some sort of flower on them. Her hair was down, looking sleeker and less bushy than normal, but still the wild mess he loved most about her.
She laughed at something Harry said and the sound made him harden. He loved her laugh. He loved being the one to make her laugh. He especially loved making her laugh when she was trying her best to be cross with him. The way the corners of her eyes would soften, the way those lips would twitch as she tried to ignore him... He always had this urge to press a kiss just under her ear and watch her squirm when she got that way. He loved making her smile when she was doing her best to be annoyed.
It was one of the many reasons why he thought she deserved someone grand. Someone who would take care of her, not that she couldn't take care of herself because she was the most capable witch he knew, it was just that she didn't. Not the way she should. She'd never eat if someone didn't remind her about meals. She was always working that big brain of hers. He made a habit to carry chocolate on him so that he always had something when she came up for air. He knew she couldn't drink tea past seven or she'd be awake all night, so he often made sure to get her some pumpkin juice or ice water or milk. And he loved that when she ate a sandwich she picked at it, eating the crust off first before digging into the sandwich as if she was rewarding herself with the middle.
It was the little things that he noticed and loved about her. It was one of the things that had been on his mind the most over the last week since he'd received Bill's letter. Bill had reminded him of their conversation that summer and told him to make a move. The words had been playing over in his head since he'd read them:
It sounds like she's more than interested, Ron. Use your Gryffindor courage. Tell her how you feel. Show her how you feel. You'll regret it if you don't.
He was pulled from his thoughts by Harry's gaze and recognized the gesture so he shoved his hands in his pockets and made his way across the dance floor. Harry twirled Hermione around and he caught her around the waist as she twirled into him.
Her hands flattened against his chest as she tried to catch herself and he grinned when she looked up at him. "Hermione."
Hermione made a nervous sound in the back of her throat that only reminded him of how hard he was. How hard he always seemed to be around her. She looked incredible. His eyes wandered down her body before he could stop himself. He noted that her toes were painted a bright ocean blue through the nylons and were peeking out of these black lace heels that were incredibly sexy. He'd never once considered shoes sexy, but the sight of her feet in them was definitely the sexiest thing he could imagine. Her dress had paint-splattered lines in blue and black on the hem as well as on her sleeves in a careless pattern and he noted the soft skin of her exposed shoulders above the grey dress. He wondered if she was wearing blue knickers again. He loved her in blue.
"What were you and Harry talking about?" he asked, hoping his voice was calm.
"SPEW and Ginny dancing with Theo," she said.
Ron nodded, pulling her a bit closer as a second slow song came on. "Is there something new on Zee's end?"
"No, he was just asking."
Ron bit his bottom lip as they moved in a slow circle. "Sorry, I'm a bit of a ruddy dancer."
"You're doing lovely," she told him.
"Ron —"
"Hermione —"
They laughed when they realized they'd spoken at the same time.
"I'm sorry, you first," she told him.
Ron let out a slow breath. "I just wondered if Dario ever took you dancing."
Hermione's eyes met his. She took his arm and led him out of the dungeon. Ron wasn't sure where she was taking him, but he followed her down the dark hall and around to a deserted alcove with two torches lighting the dark. Hermione turned to look up at him, letting out a rush of breath before she spoke.
"Ron… Dario, Daniella, and I went out to a night club one night to dance, yes. The three of us, together. I told you Niella was his twin sister and they were lovely, but… Dario was never my boyfriend. We were just friends."
"Oh. I thought…"
"I know," she whispered. "We kissed. Once and I… we were never together."
Ron shoved his hands into his pockets as he shuffled his feet. "It's just… I know how much you loved Viktor and you went out with bloody McLaggen afterwards and… you deserve someone great, you know? I want you to find someone who will treat you right, treat you the way that you deserve to be treated."
Hermione's brown eyes stared up at him and when she spoke, her voice was almost a whisper. "How do I deserve to be treated?"
He swallowed. His heart was hammering in his chest now, pounding so hard that he swore she must be able to see it. "Like a queen."
Hermione's lips curved and he noted that she'd chewed off the deep red she'd had on. He liked the colour, but he liked her lips without it even better. "Hardly, but I appreciate the sentiment."
Ron's ears reddened as he spoke. "I just mean… you deserve a bloke who treats you right. Someone who listens and understands that big brain of yours. Someone who understands that when you start to rub the back of your neck you've been working too hard and need a break. Someone who knows that you like to read for fun and that not everything is academic. Someone who knows you actually like to read cheesy romance novels. Someone who can make you laugh. Someone who can't wait to wake up every day just because he can't wait another moment to talk with you. Someone… someone like that."
Hermione's mouth parted slightly. "Ron…"
Ron stared at her, neither of them moving. "I just… think you deserve that," he finished lamely.
"Thank you," Hermione said, wringing her hands together nervously. "You deserve that one day, too."
Ron took a step towards her, suddenly feeling courageous as she backed up automatically, her eyes wide. "Can today be that day?"
Hermione's eyes flashed to his. "What?"
She let out a small squeak of surprise when he took another step forward and she was suddenly pressed up against the wall of the dungeon.
"Can today be that day?" he repeated. He placed his hands on the stone wall on either side of her head as his gaze darted to her lips, not daring to touch her.
"Ron…"
His heart was pounding in his chest as his brain screamed at him to move. This was a bad idea. She was going to laugh in his face, push him off and declare it a fluke. His fingers itched to touch her, but he didn't move.
Then she stood on her toes and crushed her lips to his.
It was even better than he remembered. Her lips met his and he couldn't help the desperate moan that escaped him — finally! His hands left the wall to grip her hips, feeling alive for the first time in ages and when she moaned against him, he pulled away.
"It's not a fucking fluke," he murmured, crushing his lips to hers again.
"Hmm?" Hermione asked as his wonderful mouth moved down her throat.
"This," Ron said, pulling her up against him and pushing her against the wall even more. "Not — a — fucking — fluke."
He lifted his head and those blue eyes met brown and he saw the desire there. He saw what he'd been missing all those times, what he'd been too afraid to hope for.
"Kiss me," she whispered and he didn't hesitate.
His lips crushed into hers, his hands roaming up her sides and she made a mewling sound that sent lust straight through him. Not wanting to be interrupted by anyone or anything, he lifted her, locking her legs around his waist and pulled her into the broom cupboard around the corner. The door clicked shut behind them and his lips met hers in the darkness. One hand gripped that perfect arse and the other snagged her curls as he held her head back to feast upon her throat.
Hermione was gasping for air. She couldn't do anything but feel. It was too much, too hot; too much need, and she thought that she was going to combust. His lips were like hot coals that trailed down her throat, over her shoulders and back up to her mouth, drawing lust from every touch. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist and she could feel the cool stone behind her, a reminder that she was more than just lustful feelings. They were in a broom cupboard, she thought. She'd never snogged in a broom cupboard.
Then both of those big hands gripped her arse, squeezing, and she squeaked in surprise.
"I love your arse," Ron murmured near her ear. "It's so plump and perfect and it just begs for my hands to be on it."
"Yes," she moaned.
Then those hands boldly slid under her dress to get a better grip on her bum and she tugged his mouth back to hers. She slid her hands down his back and then under the jumper he wore, tugging on it and pulling it over his head. His tee shirt followed and then her mouth was kissing his chest, fingers dancing through the light dusting of red gold curls that peppered it and he moaned.
When those lips wrapped around his nipple, he lost it. He gripped her bum tighter, kneading the plump cheeks under his fingers in one hand and using his other to stroke up her side. He felt the buttons on her left side and he slowly popped them open one by one. Her dress opened above the waist and his hand slid inside, cupping a breast boldly. He pressed himself closer to her, grinding his hips into her; she whimpered.
"Ron," she moaned.
Then those soft hands were unbuckling his belt and unzipping him. He didn't even have time to think about it until those long fingers of hers were wrapped around him and he groaned.
"Fuck, yes."
Hermione smiled up at him, one hand flat against his chest. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist and he was still holding her arse in one hand as he pinned her against the wall, the other cupping a breast with her dress hanging off her shoulder as she stroked his erection. She kept her eyes on his as she moved her hand, enjoying the feel of him in her hand. She'd only done this once before and Viktor had been very different from Ron. Her fist slid over his tip and then back down his shaft as he began to let out small pants. The hand on his chest slid down slowly, provocatively to join its mate as she rubbed him; rubbed his balls, rubbed his cock, stroking, and teasing as his lips pressed against her throat.
"Fuck, 'Mione… fuck… bloody, fucking…"
"Don't swear," she scoffed.
He smirked. "Don't swear! Is now really the time to… oh shit, I'm…"
Her hand stroked him faster and faster and then she leaned in and captured his lips as he came. He moaned into her mouth, making a mess between them as he kissed her deeply, passionately. When her hands gave him one more soft stroke, he kissed his way down her jaw.
"So… not a fluke then?"
Hermione blushed. "I'm sorry."
His eyebrow rose. "Not exactly what a bloke wants to hear after a woman's had her hands on his jewels."
"No," she whispered. "I'm not sorry about that. I… I rather liked that." She bit her bottom lip, her eyes moving down to his groin before her cheeks flushed.
Ron's cheeks were red from his climax, but his ears reddened at her declaration. "Yeah?"
She nodded. "I'm sorry that I said it was a fluke. I'm sorry that I pushed you away when in reality I should have… you're incredible, Ron. And this… I've never felt anything so much like I do when I'm with you and it… scared me."
Ron gently brushed her bushy curls out of her eyes. "I think you're incredible. I always thought you'd never give me the time of the day and then we were snogging and it just… it felt so right. I know that you're too good for me. I've always known it. That big sexy brain of yours is going to go off and do so many great things; things that I could never imagine let alone do, but I want to be there every step of the way. I don't want you to be scared of me."
Hermione leaned in and kissed him softly. "I'm not scared of you, but you scare me."
His brow crinkled in confusion and she reached up to gently run her finger over it.
"You make me feel things that I can't put into words… you make me forget to think and… I'm nothing if I can't think, if I can't rationalize; you make me lose all trace of those thoughts. I'm not too good for you, Ron. I'm no one special. I'm just a big brain and… sometimes I think that if you hadn't rescued me from that troll I would have had a nervous breakdown by now. I need you so much more than you need me and it terrifies me. You keep me grounded. You stop me from overthinking, from freaking out over every little thing and I just — mmpf."
His lips stopped her from talking in a long, hard kiss full of promise. He rested his forehead against hers when he let her go.
"Shut up. You're overthinking it."
She let out a nervous laugh. "I know."
Ron kissed her again, softer this time before he kissed her jaw. "Now that we've established that we're both stupid idiots and we were both wrong on every level: Can we be more now? I want you, Hermione. I want you on every level. I want the friend who listens, the nagging shrew over my schoolwork, and the gorgeous witch in my arms more than I can say. I want all of you. I… I won't settle for anything less."
Hermione reached down to stroke him again, her eyes on his. "Neither will I. Will you be my boyfriend, Ronald Weasley?"
Ron's lips met hers again and she slid her hands up his back, admiring the smooth curves there. "What do you think I've been saying this whole time? You know, for the brightest witch of our age, you're awfully daft sometimes."
She smacked his arm and he grinned, kissing her again.
The sound of a nearby clock ringing midnight startled them and she blushed. "We should get back to Gryffindor."
"Maybe the party is still going on," Ron suggested. "We can dance some more. You look amazing tonight."
"I bought it when I went shopping with Ginny and Fleur."
"I never knew shoes could be sexy," he admitted, reaching around to touch the black heels curved at his hip.
Hermione smiled. "My feet are killing me in them, but I think it's worth it."
Ron slowly slid her back down to the ground as she straightened her dress, buttoning the side up again, and used a cleansing charm on both of them. Ron zipped himself up before he found his tee shirt and pulled it over his head, smiling when he saw Hermione pull his jumper over hers.
"Cold?"
She nodded. "Yes." Ron's arm slid around her and she moved into him, a soft smile on her face. "I like wearing your jumpers."
Ron pulled her up to his lips to kiss her. "I like you wearing them too." He slid his fingers through hers, holding both of her hands tightly and smiled against her lips. "Hermione?"
"Hmm?"
Ron gently brushed his lips over hers in a teasing fashion. "This is the best damn fluke to ever have happened."
Her lips curved and he thought that she'd never looked more beautiful. When her arm slid around his waist as they headed out of the broom cupboard, he felt content. This amazing woman next to him wanted him and for the first time in longer than he could remember, he felt like he deserved every bit of it, every bit of her.
And he'd never felt happier.
~ ASC ~
Harry and Ginny left the party, holding hands and laughing. They made it to the end of the hall, before Harry lifted her onto his back to carry her piggyback style. She looped her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.
"You're the best."
Harry turned his head to grin at her. "And you're lucky that you're such a tiny thing."
She grinned and smacked his shoulder. "Onward, noble steed!"
He chuckled as he carried her though the dungeon and up the stairs. When they got to the fourth floor, Ginny slid off of his back and took his hand.
"Okay, too many stairs. I won't make you carry me up all of them."
Harry linked his fingers through hers and tugged her into the alcove near the staircase, kissing her deeply. His hands raked up her back, fingers playing with the tresses of hair from her ponytail as he kissed her. She tasted like chocolate and smelt like flowers and he wanted to bask in her. He kissed the corners of her mouth, kissing her chin, her neck, nuzzling the pulse in her throat as he let out a soft sigh.
"Mmm, stop," she whispered, her hands fisting in his shirt. "We're way past curfew as it is."
He nipped at her lips once more before he reluctantly let her go. "I forgot."
At her look, he pulled out a small square of material from his pocket and returned it to normal size with his wand, shaking out the glimmering shimmer that was his invisibility cloak. Ginny smiled as he wrapped it around both of them.
"You'll have to stay close," he whispered, nipping at her ear.
Ginny smiled and leaned back into him a little so that he was forced to put his arms around her waist as they walked. She could feel him behind her, the hard length of him pressed against the small of her back and she wiggled back against him, liking the sound of his quickening breaths. He slid his hands up her stomach and cupped her through her shirt and she leaned back against him.
"That's not playing fair."
Harry kissed her ear. "And you are?"
Ginny playfully slapped his hands away and they kept walking, doing their best to stay quiet in the dimly lit corridors. No one was around, but they both knew that Filch and Mrs Norris could appear at any moment; yet it didn't deter them from stopping every few metres to kiss. She sighed into him as his hand slid under her skirt, cupping her bum in his hands.
"Mmm, I love you," he murmured.
Ginny let out a low squeal when he pinned her against the wall by the sixth floor staircase, his hands on her bum as he kissed her. He loved kissing her. He loved having her in his arms like this, with a hint of promise. He lowered his head to kiss the bits of exposed skin through the interwoven ties of her top.
"Fuck," he murmured. "You're not wearing a bra, are you?"
She smiled. "No. I just have these lace pieces that cover my nips."
He groaned at that, kissing more fervently at the exposed skin.
"Harry," she whispered. "Someone could see."
"Nuh-uh," he murmured against her skin. "Invisible, remember?"
Ginny gasped as his hand slid up her ribs to cup a breast as he kissed her, untucking the black cotton from her skirt and pulling it over her head, adjusting the invisibility cloak to make sure they were both still covered. His eyes feasted on her, landing on the tiny flowered black lace covers that dressed each nipple leaving the rest of her breasts gloriously naked in the candlelight.
"Oh, you're definitely leaving those on."
She flushed as he bent his head to kiss her breast. "Harry… we're still…"
He kissed each mound tenderly as she trailed off before he held her shirt in his hand and slowly urged her to keep walking, occasionally stopping to bend and kiss her breast. They'd just made it to the eighth floor when Flitwick stepped out of a room on their left. They both froze, Harry's hands coming up to cover Ginny's scantily clad breasts despite their invisibility, but Flitwick merely whistled as he walked by, oblivious to them under the invisibility cloak and they both let out a low sigh of relief.
Ginny led him down the hall and up the last staircase to the top of the tower. They went through the tapestry and into the tower room. He tossed the invisibility cloak to the floor, dropping her shirt on top of it along with his leather jacket. Then he was lifting her and carrying her to the sofa. He slowly slid her boots off, kissing the arch of each foot before he bent to kiss her lips. Ginny's hands tugged on his shirt, pulling it from his jeans and tugging on the buttons until they came undone. She slid it over his shoulders, sighing at the white tee shirt he wore beneath before tugging it over his head to run her hands over his naked chest.
Harry bent his head and nipped at her lips, kneeling on the sofa over her. His lips met hers over and over, each one longer than the last before trailing down her throat, kissing her pulse points. He kissed her collarbone, down over her shoulders and then down between her breasts, cupping them in his hands as he carefully examined the black lace roses that covered her nipples.
"This is so sexy," he murmured, kissing the sides of her breasts.
Ginny smiled. "Yeah? Fleur convinced me to buy them. She said that they were perfect for shirts like that black one."
"Mmm," he agreed, kissing her breasts with more enthusiasm.
His hands slid down her legs, under her skirt, stroking her legs through the dragon lace nylons. Ginny pushed him back, standing up and with her eyes on his she slowly took her nylons off, tossing them over with their shirts. She gave him a little shove and he fell onto his behind on the cushions, his eyes on her breasts.
Harry's breath hitched when she climbed on top of him. His hands went to her hips automatically, happily sliding his hands up over her stomach and around to cup her breasts as she kissed him. Her lips found the pulse in his throat and when she sucked it, he knew that he was putty in her hands. She needed to never stop touching him. Merlin knew he never wanted to stop touching her. Her skin was so soft and so smooth and she only wore her skirt and knickers with those sexy lace roses over her nipples that made him so hard he couldn't put it into words.
Ginny's lips trailed over his chest, teasing his nipples the way he liked to tease hers and he moaned. She liked the feel of them; the way they hardened into peaks and the way they tasted. The way they felt in her mouth tasting salty like his skin and yet so distinctly Harry. She liked to suckle them, to tease them, and the sounds he made when she did so always turned her on.
Then she was unbuckling his belt.
"Gin... I want to taste you," he murmured, putting his hands over hers.
Ginny made a sound of agreement, but she kept working at his buckle, then she was unzipping him. When her small hand slid inside to cup him through his boxers, his hips arched towards her hand of their own accord. Ginny kissed his chest, her hair tickling pleasantly as she moved lower. She removed her hand from his jeans and used both hands to tug them down to his ankles. Then she knelt down and slowly tugged off his shoes, then his socks.
It was only a moment later when he found himself in nothing but his boxers; he swallowed nervously.
Ginny slid her hands up his calves, loving the hard muscles there from Quidditch and kneading them under her palms before she moved her hands up to cup his thighs. Then her hand cupped him through his boxers again as he clearly strained the material.
"Ginny," he murmured. "I want to touch you. Come here."
She smiled coyly at him. "You will. But first I want to touch you."
"Ginny," he begged. "I'll be useless to you if you do that."
Ginny kissed his thigh. "I'm sure that won't last long."
His eyes flashed in desire as she removed his boxers and then she took her wand from the ground and muttered the same spell she'd used in the change room, rubbing her hands together a moment before they wrapped around him. She stroked firmly and his cock moved so seamlessly between her hands that his head fell back.
"I love touching you," she said as her hands worked him.
She kept her chocolate brown eyes on him as she rubbed and stroked, kneaded and tugged, and when her thumb and forefinger began to tease the tip of him, he knew he wasn't going to last long. He moaned when her hands began to move faster as they squeezed and shimmied along his shaft. Her thumb tickled under the tip with every stroke and he cried out, moaning her name as he came all over his chest and her hands.
Ginny smiled as she continued to work him until he finished and then she used her wand to clean the mess and straddled him again. Harry sighed against her lips in satisfaction, his breath still coming out in small pants as her lips trailed down his neck, his shoulders and over his chest before she returned back to his mouth to snog him senseless. Harry's hands fisted in her hair as they kissed over and over again as if they had all the time in the world. When her lips found his throat again, he slid his hand under her skirt to grab her arse more securely. Her eyes twinkled up at him and she licked her lips.
Harry kept his eyes on hers as he slowly slid a finger under her knickers, teasing her.
Ginny sighed into him and his hand slid between her legs, finding her more than ready. Harry urged her to stand on the sofa on either side of him and he slowly slid her knickers down her legs. He held each thigh, kissing it softly as he lifted her foot to take her knickers off one side, then the other, tossing them behind him. He pulled his glasses off, grinning when she put them on the top of her own head. Then with his eyes on hers, he lifted her skirt, tugged her hips towards him, and used his mouth.
Ginny's hands fisted in his hair, her hips moving towards him as his tongue found her. She gasped as he licked and stroked her to his heart's content and it wasn't long before she too was crying out. Harry kissed her as she finished trembling before he slowly lowered her back down into his lap, kissing her lips.
"You're so beautiful."
His hands slid up to cup her breasts again, stroking the edge of the black lace roses as he did so.
Ginny nuzzled his neck, sighing against him. "You're so good at that. Luna says it's because of your Parseltongue skills."
"What?" Harry asked, his eyes wide.
Ginny smirked. "You know what I mean."
Harry's grin was slow, his hand sliding up her back. "Give me time, I'll get better."
"Oh, you will, eh?"
Harry lifted her again, forcing her to stand and then she was panting as his tongue once more was between her legs. His tongue trailed along her thighs, teasing her with licks and kisses, building her up again. Then she felt his tongue flatten against her before he slowly and tortuously moved it upwards, passing over her clit. His head moved back down and he did it again and again. His tongue just gliding up in long slow licks that drove her mad.
"Harry," she gasped, her fingers clutching his hair. "Harry… oh, Harry…"
He reached the top again and this time he opened his mouth just slightly and pressed it against her clit, sucking it into his mouth. His tongue curled, licking and sucking, and her fingers pulled on his hair; then he let go. His mouth gently kissed her folds, her thighs, her pelvic bone as she caught her breath and then he flattened his tongue and licked her again.
Ginny cried out, chanting his name like a mantra, her hips arching towards his face. When his tongue flattened against her clit again, sucking it between his lips, she moaned and then he was stopping again.
"Harry, please…" she begged. She was already so sensitized and this was torture.
Harry kissed her softly. He kissed her folds again as she trembled and then he started all over again. He did this five more times and when his mouth wrapped around her clit again, she gasped in desperation and then a finger slid into her and she lost it. Ginny screamed in ecstasy as she exploded around him, crying out desperately, her hips moving against his face with such intensity that he gripped her behind to steady her, holding her clit against his tongue as she fell apart.
Harry held her tighter as she spiralled and finally collapsed against him, her breathing heavy.
"Merlin," she whispered against his ear, sliding down to sit in his lap.
Harry kissed her cheek. "Good?"
She nodded weakly against him. "Yes."
Ginny's cheek rested against his shoulder, her heart beating wildly against his chest. She wasn't sure how long she sat there, resting against him trying to catch her breath, but Harry's hands cupped her arse, rubbing gently under her skirt, squeezing and stroking. She shifted a little and felt the hard length of him against her thigh.
Ginny's hand slid down to fondle him absently. "Isn't this thing supposed to rest?"
"Oh, now it's a thing?" he teased.
She grinned. "What do you want me to call it then? Your broomstick?"
"Well, that's better than a thing."
Ginny leaned in and lightly bit his bottom lip. "Your cock."
Harry's eyes darkened. "I like hearing you say that word."
"Cock," she whispered near his ear, making him tremble.
Then she was wrapping her hand around him again, stroking and fondling. She spent time playing with his balls, rolling the sack between her fingers, kneading it and massaging until he was gasping. Then she returned to his cock, working him over with firm strokes the way she knew he liked it. And when he finally let go, grunting her name in between incoherent words, she kept working him until he finished. She fondled him lightly as he buried his nose in her neck, breathing heavily.
Harry put a hand on her back, sighing in contentment. He used his wand to clean them up before he buried his face back into the crook of her neck. "I could sleep for a year now."
Ginny smiled, her hands moving into his hair as he fell sideways on the sofa and stretched out. "We can't stay here all night."
"Mmm," he said, snuggling her more closely to lie next to him.
Ginny pushed against his chest, laughing when he merely closed his eyes. "Don't go to sleep! We have to get back to Gryffindor."
Harry ducked his head to kiss her, long and slow. "Just a few minutes."
He woke up an hour later, his face nestled between her glorious tits, one hard nipple poking his cheek through the black lace rose and he turned his head to suckle it. Ginny sighed, waking up slowly, her eyes on him.
"Harry…"
Harry kissed the sides of her breasts slowly. "I love you. You're incredible and beautiful and amazing."
Ginny smiled. "I can say the same." She picked up his wrist to look at his watch. "We have to go, it's almost four in the morning."
Harry captured her lips again for another long kiss before he reluctantly stood up. Ginny grinned as she watched him bend over to grab his boxers and tug them up. He really did have the nicest arse, she thought as he tugged on his jeans, admiring the way his bits bounced until they were covered. She really did like getting her hands on him, she thought. He pulled his tee shirt over his head and Ginny stood up, grabbing his green dress shirt and putting it on.
"That's mine," he said, bending his head to kiss her neck.
Ginny's fingers played with the unfastened jeans as she smiled. "Is it?"
Harry kissed the swells of her breasts again as she slowly buttoned up the shirt. Harry's lips lingered on her neck as he did up his jeans. He moved over to put his shoes on and handed her the boots. Ginny slipped her feet into them, not bothering with her nylons for the short walk back. Harry carried her shirt under his arm as he covered them both with the invisibility cloak. They snuck down the stairs and around the corner to Gryffindor tower. The fat lady yawned her acceptance as she let them in and Harry kissed her against the wall of the staircase.
"Come up to my bed with me."
Ginny's eyes widened. "Harry…"
"Not for that," he murmured against her neck. "Tonight was incredible and Merlin knows I want to do more, but tonight was more than enough. You're amazing and I just want to hold you; wake up beside you…"
"My brother might have something to say on the matter," Ginny said.
Harry kissed her cheek. "He won't even know you're there."
Ginny kissed him. "Goodnight, Harry."
He sighed as he watched her head up the stairs, her shirt in her hand as she did and he shoved his hands into the pocket of his jeans. He knew that she was right. He knew that having her in his bed would be too tempting, but he could still taste her on his lips and when he closed his eyes, he could still see her hands wrapped around him and he almost groaned aloud. Tonight had been amazing and he missed her already.
He headed up the stairs quietly, sneaking into his dorm and hearing the familiar snores of his roommates. He changed into his pyjama bottoms before he climbed into his bed, tugging the bed curtains around him and when he fell asleep, he dreamed of Ginny.
~ ASC ~
Theo couldn't quite believe that Finn was here. When he'd kissed him goodbye the Sunday before, he'd already been eagerly anticipating their Saturday visit in Hogsmeade, but having him appear a whole day early at a secret party to dance with him was the best thing that he could imagine.
And he'd requested their song.
Theo rested his cheek against Finn's chest as they danced. "I'm so glad that you're here."
"Me too," Finn said, his hands resting on Theo's hips. "Blaise sent word to me the other day about this party."
"How did you get into the castle?"
Finn smiled. "I'm friends with the Merpeople."
Theo's eyebrow rose. "You swam here?"
"In a manner of speaking," Finn said. "I used one of their portals and came up from the lake. Blaise met me there and snuck me inside."
"Blaise is going to get the best Christmas present known to man this year," Theo declared.
Finn kissed him. "He does deserve it. Now, tell me about this party."
"What about it?"
"I've never been to an event like this."
Theo stared up at him. "What do you mean? It's just a Halloween party with dancing and snacks and some refreshments."
"And so many people our age snogging… the pheromones in here are enough to light a torch."
Theo chuckled, looking over to where Finn was pointing. Lavender and Padma were snogging intensely against the wall, hands roaming quite boldly. Blaise and Parvati were snogging on the other side of the room and he noticed Draco was sitting in a chair in the corner being straddled by Natalie Monroe.
"Well, I guess we all need some time to just unwind. How's your week been?"
"Good," Finn told him. "More training and more planning for how to keep Tara safe. I didn't work with the Ministry at all this week, but I'm supposed to be there on Wednesday for another lesson. The usual. How's your week?"
"School work," Theo said, making him smile. "Blaise has been more subdued as of late. I saw him talking to Draco and I hoped that meant he's gotten through to him in some way. He wouldn't tell me what was said, only that Draco had a lot to deal with."
Finn frowned. "He mentioned something along those lines to me as well."
"When? Tonight?"
Finn nodded. "Blaise was asking about the kinds of weapons that we forge in Tara. He wanted to know if we ever made weapons out of gold."
Theo snorted. "Now he wants a weapon of solid gold? I think that I should be worried with how full of himself he's been getting."
"I don't think it was strictly for himself," Finn told him, his expression worried.
Theo took Finn's hand, leading him off the dance floor to a corner of the room where they could talk more. Finn sat in the chair, tugging Theo down onto his lap and wrapping his arms around him.
"He was asking about gold because he said that its representative of perfection and purity. He wanted to know if I agreed with it supposedly having the ability to heal and to protect. I told him yes, that it was one of the most highly valued metals in the world and that was part of it. But that making weapons out of gold is difficult."
"Why?" Theo asked.
Finn frowned. "It's not a very worthy metal for weapon making. It's heavy and to use pure gold, it's… too soft? Gold is great for adornment or for mixing with another metal to make a blade, but to just use gold… I don't think it would be very practical. It's a hindrance in a fight. Silver works much better or Goblin-made steel."
Theo nodded. "But he wants to make a gold sword."
"I don't know. He just mentioned it in passing," Finn explained. "But it does seem that way."
Theo looked thoughtful. He had no idea why Blaise would be interesting in making a gold weapon. That just seemed like a waste of time. What would he even do with it? Blaise enjoyed the sword fighting enough that he had gone out and purchased himself a sword from an Italian sword maker, but was he considering getting a solid gold sword to boot? Finn's lips pressed against his neck and Theo smiled.
"You're thinking too much," Finn said.
Theo turned to kiss him. "A little. Did I mention how happy I am that you're here?"
Finn linked his fingers through his, kissing the ring on his finger. "I don't think you told me enough yet." He nipped at his fingers, his wrist, before those green eyes landed on him. "Or showed me."
Theo's eyes darkened. "Teasing is rude."
Finn put his hand on Theo's thigh. "I'm not teasing. Take me somewhere where we can be alone."
Theo stood up, grabbing Finn's hand and led him from the party, trying to think of somewhere that they could go. He knew where he wanted him. In his bed, but with Crabbe and Goyle as his dorm mates, it wasn't something that he could risk. Instead, he led him down the dungeons, below another level to where he knew Snape kept his private suite. Across the way from Snape's private rooms was an old unused guest room. He tickled the porcupine in the portrait until his quills stood up and then the portrait opened, letting them inside.
The portrait closed behind them and Finn looked around. It wasn't much, but Theo liked the simplicity of the room. It had a big bed on one side, an upholstered chesterfield in brown leather, and an armchair with a coffee table. Theo had stumbled across it last year when he was trying to hide from Macmillan and enjoyed the solitude it brought. He often found himself coming here to work on his schoolwork when he needed to be alone with his thoughts. He wasn't even sure if anyone else knew that it was there.
He tugged Finn to the bed, his fingers already unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. Finn smiled at him as he let Theo slowly undress him, kissing every inch of exposed skin as he did so.
"You have too many clothes on," Finn protested.
Theo smiled, his eyes on Finn's growing erection. "I want to try something."
Finn's eyebrow rose as Theo pulled his jumper and shirt over his head. "What's that?"
He shook his head, pushing Finn onto the bed and kissing him passionately. Finn's fingers threaded through his hair as they kissed. Theo kissed his lips once more before kissing his neck.
"Will you kneel for me?"
Finn kissed Theo's shoulder as Theo sat back on his legs and Finn knelt naked on the bed.
Theo placed his flat palms on Finn's chest, gently sliding them down in a slow and provocative way before he crawled around to kneel behind Finn.
"What are you doing?" Finn murmured.
"Trust me," Theo said, kissing the centre of Finn's back.
Finn let out a slow breath as Theo placed gentle kisses over his back, trailing over his shoulders and down the length of his spine, kissing the top of his arse before kissing his way back up. He brushed his thumb over the raised scars on his shoulder blades before he used the tips of his fingers to loop tiny circles over the scars, his lips pressed against his back. Then his tongue joined in, kissing and licking the raised skin, sucking it into his mouth until Finn moaned and his wings erupted in their golden shimmering splendour.
Theo immediately began to run his hands over the translucent gold wings, stroking. He trailed a finger over the edge, following every angle of the wing from the top to the bottom and then he used his mouth. Soft kisses, soft teasing licks, and Finn's breathing was getting more ragged. Finn's hand moved down to grip his cock, stroking himself, and Theo reached around to pull his hand away.
"No."
Finn whimpered, but placed both of his hands on his thighs.
Theo stroked Finn's length lovingly before he brought his hands back to Finn's wings, sucking on the edge of them. He moved his hand down over his behind to cup a cheek, stroking firmly as he did so. Finn was moaning now. Theo continued to kiss and tease his wings, his hand slid over his bum, down between his legs; he trailed his short nails over his balls and Finn rocked back against him.
"Theo," he moaned.
Theo kissed his wings, licked them, teased the edges of them as his mouth worked its way down his back. Then he was kissing the top of his bum and lower and when his tongue slid into him, Finn roared in need. Theo teased him with his tongue, his fingers still teasing the edge of his wings and when he began to lick more earnestly, Finn gasped his name and lost it.
Theo gripped Finn's cock in his hand as came, rolling him over and taking him in his mouth. Finn's fingers immediately gripped Theo's hair and Theo simply sucked him until Finn was limp beneath him. Theo moaned as he let him go, kissing his way up Finn's chest.
Finn was staring into his eyes. "You're incredible."
"I wanted to know if I could."
"If you could what?" Finn asked, gently playing with Theo's hair as Theo rested his cheek against his chest.
"If I could make you come for me just by playing with your wings."
Finn's eyes darkened. "Theo, you can make me come by just looking at me."
Theo smiled and kissed Finn's chest some more. "Flatterer."
Finn dragged him up to his lips to kiss him deeply, lovingly. His tongue battled for dominance as they snogged and when he finally let go, Theo's eyes were glazed. "Now that you've destroyed me," he whispered, kissing Theo's neck. "I think it's time for me to return the favour."
Theo shook his head, kissing him again. "No. That was for me. You're always giving me pleasure and I needed to do that. I love your cock, Finn. I love sucking your cock."
Finn smiled against his mouth. "I know you do. But Theo?"
Theo sighed as Finn's mouth sucked on the pulse in his throat before he spoke. "Hmm?"
"You're forgetting one thing." Finn undid Theo's trousers, slipping his hand inside to grip him. "I love your cock, too."
Theo grinned and then laughed when Finn shoved his trousers down, followed by his boxers. Then he was tugging him up his body.
"Flip around."
Theo kissed him again before he did, laying his body over his boyfriend's. When Finn's mouth found him, he let out a soft moan before he leaned forward and began to fondle Finn in turn. They teased each other, kissing and fondling, licking and sucking. Finn spent extra time kissing Theo's balls and he moaned. Then Finn's lips moved over him and he panted Finn's name before he wrapped his mouth around Finn's cock.
He relished in the feel of him, trying not to lose himself in his own pleasure as he pleasured Finn. Finn let go, groaning with Theo in his mouth and Theo lost it. Finn rolled Theo off of him when they finished and crawled down to the end of the bed to kiss his boyfriend's mouth.
"Do you think we'll ever get tired of that?"
Theo kissed the corner of Finn's mouth. "I certainly hope not."
Finn smiled. "Tomorrow. Let's go shopping."
Theo raised an eyebrow. "You hate shopping."
Finn brushed Theo's hair out of his eyes. "I do. But you love it. Let's go shopping."
"You really want to spend the whole day shopping with me? Can I buy you some clothes?"
"Anything you want."
Theo kissed the tip of Finn's nose. "You're too good to me."
"Remember that when I'm grumpy tomorrow."
Theo laughed and kissed him again. "I'll buy you a butterbeer to make up for it."
"Joy," Finn said sarcastically.
Theo grinned, tugging Finn into a sitting position. "We have to get back."
"I can't," Finn said. "You destroyed me."
Theo stood up, pulling his clothes back on as he stared at Finn still sitting on the bed. "Need me to dress you?"
Finn's smile was slow. "Well, you did such a good job of undressing me, so it only seems fair."
"You're snarky tonight," Theo said, bending to kiss him.
Finn reluctantly stood up and began to dress before he pulled Theo back into his arms for a long, deep kiss. "I have to get back to the Black Lake so that I can get home."
"I wish you could stay."
"Me too," Finn told him. "But I'll meet you on the bridge in front of the castle tomorrow at eleven."
Theo nodded. He took Finn's hand and they quietly snuck out of the room. They'd only made it a few steps when Snape's oily voice stopped them.
"Mr Nott."
Theo winced, his fingers tightening around Finn's as he turned slowly. "Good evening, Professor."
Snape stared at him. "Not only are you hours past curfew, but you've snuck in someone who is distinctly not a student. Ten points from Slytherin. If I find out that Mr Alexander has been in this school without permission again, I will take away your rights to see him on Saturdays. Am I clear?"
"Yes, Sir," Theo said.
"You have fifteen minutes to walk him to the door and get back to Slytherin and if you are not there in exactly fifteen minutes, you will serve detention with me tomorrow afternoon."
"Yes, Sir."
Snape waved his hand in scurry off gesture and Theo tugged Finn along and down the corridor.
"I'm sorry."
Finn shook his head, stopping him and kissing him softly. "Don't be. We knew we were in the wrong. I'll see you tomorrow."
"But how will you get out of the castle?"
"The Merpeople," Finn said.
He kissed Theo once more before he headed out the door at the end of the dungeons that led to the grounds and disappeared out into the night. Theo headed back to Slytherin and made it back with eight minutes to spare. True to his word, Snape was waiting for him in the common room.
"I understand that you are seventeen, an adult in the wizarding world," Snape said carefully. "You've taken on your full titles and your full responsibilities by sitting in on the Wizengamot and being Lord Norfolk and I respect that, but you are still a student in this school and as a student you will follow school rules."
"Yes, Sir."
Snape's dark eyes bored into his. "I understand that there was a secret party tonight in the dungeons. Wilkins informed me that she and Sykes would keep it under control. How did the young prince find his way into the castle?"
Theo swallowed. "The Merpeople helped him."
"And I imagine that it was Mr Zabini's idea."
"What? No! It was mine, Sir, and it won't happen again."
Snape stared at him. "No, it will not. Goodnight, Theo."
Theo nodded and headed down the stairs to his dorm, not daring to look back at Snape. He knew that his head of house was right, sneaking Finn into the castle was not only against school rules, but a serious breach of trust. He was still a student and he did sometimes forget that. He changed into his pjs, washed his face and teeth, and then he climbed into bed.
Blaise came in a few moments later, tripping over his feet. He wandered over to Theo's bed, climbing in next to him, his breath smelling of booze. "Hi, my friend." He snuggled into Theo's shoulder. "Sleepy. Did you like my surprise?"
Theo smiled and put his arms around Blaise. His friend was quite obviously pissed; Theo knew that when Blaise was drunk, he wanted to cuddle, and to be held. He was quite possibly the most lovable drunk in the world.
"I did. Thank you. But Snape caught us."
Blaise pouted. "That's so sad! Did you tell him it was me?"
"It was sad," Theo agreed, sitting up in his bed. "And no, I didn't, though he did suspect you, which is interesting." He carefully untied Blaise's shoes and put them on the ground before he lay back down next to his friend.
Blaise closed his eyes, snuggling closer, his cheek resting against Theo's shoulder. "I shagged Parvati."
"Did you?"
"Yeah, she's so pretty," Blaise told him. "Her tits taste like honey."
Theo grinned. "Well, that's good. Go to sleep now, okay?"
"She rode me hard, Theo. It was so good."
"I'm happy for you," Theo told him.
Blaise smiled, his eyes a little dazed. "Really, really hard, Theo. She said she was going to ride my wand and did she ever. We did it three times."
"Lucky you," Theo said, trying to get Blaise to close his eyes. "Go to sleep now."
"Her fanny was all wet for me, Theo. You don't know, you don't like a good wet fanny, but it was so warm and tight."
"I'm sure it was," Theo said. "Go to sleep, Blaise. You can tell me about shagging Parvati tomorrow."
Blaise snuggled even closer. "I'm cold."
Theo wrapped the blankets up around his friend, shaking his head in amusement. "Better?"
"Uh-huh," he said. "You're the bestest friend ever!"
He planted a sloppy kiss on Theo's cheek and seconds later, he was snoring loudly and Theo smiled. He carefully slid a pillow into Blaise's arms as he climbed out of his bed and Blaise immediately snuggled into the pillow. He'd just shut the curtains when Draco stumbled in, his shirt partially unbuttoned and his lips swollen, hair mussed.
"You look like you had a good night."
Draco shrugged. "It was okay." His eyes fell on Theo's bed and a small smile tugged on his lips. "He drank a lot of punch."
"He's out cold," Theo told him. "And you?"
"Snogged Monroe," Draco said.
"Looks like you did more than just snog," Theo said in amusement.
Draco pulled his unbuttoned shirt off and shrugged. "Maybe."
Theo watched him turn towards his bed without another word and the hurt that tore through him surprised him. "So, this is it then?"
Draco's eyes didn't meet his. "I don't know what you want me to say, Nott."
"Nott," Theo said, the sound of his surname hurting him even more. "Well, Malfoy, I want you to tell me that you still consider me a brother. I want you to tell me that come what may you're not going to try to kill me! I want you to tell me that you're still my friend!"
"Theo..."
Theo shook his head. "Don't make excuses, Draco! I'm tired of it! I fucking miss you. You're an arse and a prat and fuck me, if I don't miss your snarky personality and less than sunny disposition! I want to tell you things about me, about Finn, and at the same time I'm worried that anything I might tell you could be used against me because you're spying for them! You're working for them!"
Draco glared at him, his hands clenched at his sides. "Just stay away from me. Then you don't have to worry about it."
Theo swallowed. "I don't want to lose you, mate."
Draco's eyes softened before he masked it. "You already have."
Then he slammed the bathroom door behind him.
Theo moved into Blaise's bed, his eyes filling as he closed the curtains around him. He held tightly to the pillow and buried himself under the blankets before he let it out.
And as he curled into the warmth of the bed, he cried.