Author's Note:
Not sure what was happening with the ff site last week, but it's nice to see people still reviewed as I was finally able to read an influx of them! Thank you so much!
Reviews and Comments: To akshutalankar: Thank you for saying that you think reading the case of the Black Widow stuff is like reading a crime novel, that means a lot! I'm always worried I'm not keeping it interesting enough! Kane and Theo will be relieved eventually lol. And yes, Harry is definitely very happy to hear Ginny's news! Thank you! To scrappy8: Thanks for saying you love Luna! I find her hard to write so I'm always glad when someone appreciates her! Thank you! To Zarathos Morgenstern: LOL, thanks I think. To Nuno Neves: Thank you for saying it was such a hot, amazing, fabulous, and wonderful chapter! Harry and Ginny are definitely very happy now that they've started to have sex and are very eager for more. Luna is totally a crazy and amazing friend and I love them sharing their experiences with each other. Everyone needs that one girlfriend. Blaise is definitely just living the time of his life right now and yeah, learning about his mum and aunt was a bit of more than he bargained for! Yes, Voldemort is a megalomaniac and definitely more crazy than ever! As for Rossi… wait and see! Thank you! To alix33: Nope, the broom hovers them off of the ground and stays where they tell it too. Brooms are attuned to the witch or wizard who flies them. Thank you!
To CherrySara: Thanks for saying the chapter had really hot smut! Will Rossi be killed? You'll have to wait and see. Thanks for liking Ginny and Luna's conversation. As to Blaise being paired with Aeliana, he is currently enjoying shagging her and Daphne, but I can promise you, he will not end up with either of them and he will not be settling down with anyone for quite some time (but yes, I know who it is). Thanks for liking my sassy Blaise. Thank you! To wafflesforleslie: I said it a hundred chapters or so ago that at sixteen, witches and wizards can go to Hogsmeade visits on weekends whenever they want and have the ability to leave the castle for other events (as long as they speak to a teacher first and get permission). Seventeen is an adult, but sixteen is the age of consent and students are allowed some leeway and some things they weren't allowed before. Thank you! To Wolf's scream: Tom is in a mood, yes. Thanks for liking Tonks' hair changing. Yes, it did give Blaise something to think about! Thank you!
To pix25: Thank you! I wanted to make it a twist, so I am very glad to hear you think it is! To ascfan: I will take wow! I'm glad Luna always makes you laugh! I love the girls speculating about Theo! I think all girlfriends like to sometimes speculate on their male friends about things and vice versa. I think some of the Death Eaters are definitely losing faith in Voldemort a bit, but many of them are just as crazy as he is! Thank you! Thanks for the second review and for saying how much you love how I write Snape! We will see him soon! To puttyman24: Thank you! Ginny did pass the first round and now she has a month to prepare for the second tryout! Thanks! To Slaidback: Thanks for liking the serial killer vibe! It's fun to write some twists! And thank you for enjoying Ginny's journey to becoming a Harpy! Thank you! To pottermum: Thank you! Yes, we will definitely see Harry's reaction to the downward dog! To EnigmaticEmperor: I love that every time I bring up Rossi it makes you worry! I love knowing that my original characters are getting so much love! Yes, Ollivander being kidnapped… I have plans, my pretties! Thank you for loving my Hinny smut! I know, a lot of people read Ngl as "not gonna lie," so don't be embarrassed! I meant it as an incoherent sound but that's what we get for living in short form society lol. I'm glad you think every time Luna enters a conversation it becomes ten times more interesting lol. Thank you for saying the Brambilla Sisters side plot is so interesting! You think Rossi is going to die soon? We'll see. Thank you!
To the Mandalorian terminator: That's okay! Thanks for leaving a review now! I missed hearing from you! I'm glad you enjoyed the talk between Ginny and Luna! I know, we do need some more girls nights! There is one coming up with Ginny, Luna, and Hermione, but it's still quite a few chapters away. Thanks for saying my smut is always so hot to read! Thank you! To Steelcode: Missed hearing from you last week! She is totally a rocket redhead! Thank you! To Disney1098: Thanks for catching up! I hope you continue to enjoy the week by week updates! To ellyann13: Definitely a bit harsh and poor Cassia just lost her husband! But I think it's a sign of Voldemort's stress and that he is unraveling a little. As for Luna being kidnapped? You will have to wait and see. Hinny makes time lol. Tonks did give Blaise a lot to think about. Thank you! To Chiku11: Yes, we knew Ginny would make it! Yes, Blaise is a very lucky wizard sometimes lol.
To Gigi87: Thank you! I had an okay weekend, I just worked, nothing fun lol. The site was having difficulties, but I did get to see the review after I had posted the new chapter. Yes, Rossi took the Dark Mark. I have plans for the final battle. So many. Too many really. I have 20% written from over four years ago when the story was barely started, I have another 10% of random tidbit scenes written, and I have a list of what is going to happen and who dies. But then there's me, procrastinating greatly on writing it. Have I mentioned I hate and have anxiety over writing action scenes? You think Harry will have to choose to protect Ginny or kill Voldemort? We'll see. Yes, I think the Death Eaters are starting to see that Voldemort has no plans on making a move until Potter is killed and they are getting a bit tired of him chasing after Potter. His obsession is going to be his downfall (agreed on men in general LOL). Yes, fear conquers all in these types of circumstances. I think undercover agents have to be careful and unfortunately sometimes innocent civilians do die and they are unable to help them, but I think to think they try their hardest to not let it happen. We'll see how Ollivander fares. I love Ginny stealing her boyfriend's jumpers and shirts, they are more comfortable and she loves that they smell like Harry. Yes, Harry is the best boyfriend ever! He cares so much about her dreams and wanting her to succeed, it's why she went down on him because he totally deserved it after all of that!
Thanks for loving Luna! She is precious and no, Ginny told her, but I didn't write the scene. I like to think they just casually chat and we all wanted the Theo scene more lol. Luna wasn't saying they could marry others and be happy, but more that if they had never taken the leap to be with each other, they would have married others and be happy, but there would always be this big missing thing. Yes, I love Ginny not even being able to list real things about Harry that annoy her because she loves everything about him! Harry did miss out on seeing Ginny and Lexie playing, but Ginny tells him. I'm glad you were worried it was a trap, I like keeping people on their toes! You think Blaise is taking more of an interest in Aeliana than Daphne? Interesting. Lots more Hinny fluff and smut coming and yes more from Ginny's POV as well, they deserve some happiness before as you say, more bombshells are dropped! Thank you very much for this incredible review!
To CorbanD17: Thank you! Who is the true Black Widow? You'll have to wait to find out! I have already started Third Time's the Charm (only a little, maybe 20 pages worth), but it has begun. I will probably take a few weeks off when ASC finishes before posting the first chapter, but that's still quite a ways away! Thank you! To shuweet: I know, Ginny should be so proud! I loved Luna and Ginny's talk about her and Harry being soulmates, they are so cute! Thank for loving how I write Hinny! To briana_t: Yes, we all knew Ginny would pass! Thanks for loving my Black Widow mystery! To ravenclaw_rockchick: Thanks for loving Ginny's tryout! I love that when good things happen for people it makes readers suspicious lol. Where's the trust? I'm innocent! You think Belladonna is the real Black Widow but that Bellarosa has her sister do the dirty work for her? Interesting. We'll see. Thank you! To Joyce Foesenek: Thank you! It's so nice to see Harry supporting her, he really is the best. Thanks!
To PurpleLotus: Thank you! To skyreader_183: Thank you! To BadWolfKris: Thank you! To marauders_mowopapr: I love Luna giving sex position advice and of course she drew a sketch lol! I liked them discussing Theo's cock, because why not lol. Yes, I love Ginny proving herself on her own! I'm excited to introduce Teddy! He is coming soon (ish). I do have Rossi based on Dave Rossi from CM as I love his character! But like thirty years younger lol. Thanks for saying I could write a complex crime drama! That's so nice to hear! It is cool that people want to write ASC fanfics, though it sounds like most people just want to write about Theo and Finn lol, which is fine. But Finn is dead. To AnaGPotter: Blaise is a bit lost and Tonks gave him a lot to think about! Thanks for saying my smut is always good! I think you'll enjoy the smut in this chapter! To katelyn453: Thank you! To Heyyou: Thank you very much for such a lovely and thoughtful review! I'm so glad you enjoyed me giving Sirius this second chance and having him get a second chance on life. I love that you love my Hinny and having their first kiss and everything together and thanks for loving my Romione. I'm glad you liked Finn but like Bas more (me too) and thanks for loving Zee so much! She holds a special place in my heart! Thank you very much!
To Driftwood: I can't believe you've caught up either! I have been enjoying your reviews, watching your thoughts and guesses as you've read these past few weeks and oh my god, you are caught up! Thank you so much for leaving me such lovely reviews along the way, I have thoroughly loved reading each and every one of them! I love that you were tense for Ginny's tryout, but nah, I decided we needed some good there lol. I think Blaise will have some new thoughts on that, but as I said, he was raised to keep his head down so we shall see. Thanks for loving Theo and Bas, they are so cute! Yes, Soraya did come in like Captain Cockblock lol! Thank you! To tim2604: Wow! You've actually caught up! I've felt like you've been one week behind forever lol. I think the Death Eaters are getting a bit annoyed with Voldemort's kill Potter plan and nothing else happening. Lestrange should have known better, but also, Voldemort clearly overreacted. LMAO, I love your level up for sexual pleasures haha. Ginny did polish his and yes, just because they are having sex does not mean oral stops. I did not say what Ginny smelled while brewing. Lots of different Quidditch players were there, it wasn't all Harpies players but players who volunteered to come out and help from the Arrows, Portree, the Harpies, and a few others. I don't plan on writing the threesome between Blaise, Daphne, and Aeliana, but I will never say never lol. Thank you!
To Bellmel: LOL! I laughed at your "I panic in traffic" comment. Yes, Rossi is cool as a cucumber and definitely a bit too into his hot and dangerous wife. He knows how to do his job and isn't afraid of death, but sure knows how to try his hardest not to die. As to Hinny going to run instead of having sex, it is kind of unique to them. But to use Sam's phrase, Harry is such a cabbage and so dedicated to making sure Ginny was fully prepared for her tryout, he made sure not to skip it. He is completely and wholly genuine, you're right. Yes, Mitchell is back! I love that Sam let me use him for these little drop-ins. I'm glad Benjamin's appearance made you smile! I'm excited for Ginny's second round as well! Yes! I've had plans of Blaise being a lawyer since the beginning so when Sam needed a lawyer for Albus in Legerdemain I was like — you should use Blaise. Amazing decision! Thank you as always for your incredibly thoughtful and detailed review!
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CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND THIRTY:
The One Where Harry's A Dead Man
Theo kissed Sebastian thoroughly as they fell to his sofa Friday evening, lost in kisses. He felt like he'd been waiting ages for this moment and knew with absolute certainty that this was the night. Soraya was gone. Sebastian had too much overtime to be called in unless it was an emergency and they had the entire weekend to themselves.
Theo was ecstatic at the thought.
Sebastian had snogged him senseless during his lunch hour after the Wizengamot session earlier and they'd agreed that Theo was going to come to his flat and they would order takeaway. The words hadn't been said aloud, but they both knew it was what they wanted.
Theo had come over at six and had brought his overnight bag. He barely knocked on the door to the flat before Sebastian had pulled him inside and locked his mouth on his.
"Hi, Theo," Sebastian said, his lips brushing against his.
Theo's eyes fluttered open, desire coursing through him as they met those deep blue ones. "Hi. That was some kiss."
Sebastian's lips curved. "There's more coming."
He'd opened a bottle of cabernet sauvignon, pouring them each a glass. Then he'd settled onto the sofa next to Theo. There was soft music playing from the wireless and the wine had quickly been forgotten. Theo certainly wasn't complaining. He slid his hands under Sebastian's shirt, running his hands over his back, remembering how gorgeously fit the man was. He wanted to rip off his clothes and just kiss him everywhere.
When he pushed his shirt up, Sebastian simply leaned back and pulled it over his head. Theo's shirt was removed just as quickly as their lips danced over each other's throats. Theo circled Sebastian's nipple and the tremble that it caused made his lips curve. He loved knowing that this man could be turned to putty with a little attention to his nipples. He brought his lips to the peak, sucking, and Sebastian moaned.
Theo took his time, kissing his way down Sebastian's chest, rolling him over into the crook of the sofa so that he could be on top. When Sebastian merely unhooked his trousers and started to shove them down his hips, Theo kicked them off, and kissed him again.
He felt like he should be nervous. But he wasn't. He wanted this man more than he could explain. It was like an ache inside of him and the almost two months that they'd been together suddenly felt like an eternity. Theo couldn't remember ever being so comfortable with another human being as he was with Bas. And he'd never wanted anyone like this.
With Finn, it had been all lust. He'd loved him, but it had been fast and furious and lusty. He lusted for Sebastian, he knew that, but in a very different way. With Bas, it wasn't just lust and want, but a deep need in the pit of his stomach. It was a deep need that he couldn't put into words. When Sebastian's mouth covered his, he just felt complete.
Theo slid his hands down his chest to unzip his jeans and Sebastian assisted him by lifting his hips. Theo tossed them onto the floor next to them, straddling him again and kissing him deeply. Neither of them made a move to go further.
Theo was wearing the silk boxer briefs he'd bought from Pansy. They were Slytherin green and fit him like a second skin. He loved how soft they were and by the way Sebastian's hands were running over his arse, he rather thought that he liked them too. He noticed Sebastian wore boxer briefs as well, but his were cotton and all black. The band across the top declared them Calvin Klein and Theo smiled as he slid his hand under the thick band to touch him.
Sebastian sat up, pulling Theo into his lap, and sucking on the skin of his collarbone. "Gods, you're so sexy," he murmured.
Theo smiled, his head tilting back as Sebastian kissed his way over his chest. "You make me feel sexy."
Sebastian's blue eyes were dark in desire when they met his. "I want you. I want to fuck you more than I've ever wanted to fuck anyone in my life. I want to make love to you and fuck you so good that I'm going to ruin you for any other man."
Theo's brown eyes widened and his cock stirred. "Oh, I definitely support this plan."
Sebastian stood up, pulling Theo to his feet, and the two of them hurried up the staircase to the bedroom. Oliver ran down the stairs, hissing at them as Sebastian pushed Theo down onto the bed. Theo pulled the duvet and sheets down as Sebastian settled himself over him, kissing him again.
Then their hands were all over each other.
When Sebastian's fingers slid under the waistband of Theo's underwear, pulling them down so that his hard cock could bounce free, Theo swallowed. He pushed Sebastian's underwear down as well and when Sebastian kicked them off, he leaned over Theo, brushing their cocks against each other and making Theo's eyes cross.
Then he reached over to the night table for the scented lubricating oil and popped open the lid. The subtle scent of jasmine and sandalwood hit his nose and he was reminded of what Sebastian had done to him with that oil last weekend. The way those hands had touched and stroked and destroyed him. He shivered in anticipation.
Sebastian poured a generous dollop into his hands and then he lay on his side, a soft smile on his face as he reached between Theo's legs and began to tease him. Soft strokes of his cock before he teased his balls and moved lower to externally tease him. The warm oiled fingers glided over him and when the first fingertip pushed in, Theo bit his lip and let his eyes fall down to Sebastian's big, hard cock.
Sebastian seemed to notice his look because he leaned in and pecked Theo on the lips before his lips curved. "Let me take care of you."
Theo was going to ask what he meant when Sebastian began to trail kisses down his chest, over his hard cock and balls until he pushed his legs up a bit, spreading them wide, and used his tongue. Theo moaned, his hands moving into Sebastian's hair as that long tongue of his began to swirl and twirl in and out of him, licking him. Merlin, it felt like he was being worshipped. Every sensation he had ever experienced couldn't have prepared him for this moment. He felt like he was falling apart at the seams, like his body was quaking and building towards something that only Bas could give him. His breath started to get ragged and when that long tongue hit just the right spot, his heart pounded and he saw stars. The feel was enough to drive him mad and he reached for his cock, but Sebastian covered his hand, his blue eyes meeting his as he merely slid his tongue in deeper.
When he added a finger, Theo cried out. It had been so long since he'd had anyone touch him like this. He only had his own fingers to touch him and it just wasn't the same. Sebastian was doing more than touching him; he was worshipping him. He was treating him like he was precious and then that softness was gone and all he felt was a deep primal need that made him want to growl. He gasped when Sebastian's finger moved in deeper, his tongue still twirling and fluttering around him, his fingers stroking his cock. By the time he added a second finger, Theo's cock was leaking. He was clutching Sebastian's hair desperately and begging for more.
The need tore through him like a burning flame. Suddenly everything was too hot and too overwhelming and too much. His stomach coiled and twisted and his legs felt like they'd turned to jelly as those strong fingers and long tongue continued to work him over. He'd never felt desire like this before. He'd never wanted anyone so much in his life and as much as it terrified him, he craved more.
It was why the third finger almost sent him over the edge.
Sebastian noticed because he slid his fingers and tongue out, kissing Theo's thigh gently. "Don't come yet."
Theo was panting, his brown eyes black in desire. He wasn't sure he could make that promise. He was dangerously close to losing it if Sebastian so much as touched him again. He let out a slow breath.
"You have a very wicked tongue, Auror Kane. If only the ladies knew what you could do with it."
He grinned and licked his lips. "They'd be very disappointed that I'd much rather use it to rim you, wouldn't they?"
Theo bit his lip. "No one should be that good with their tongue."
Sebastian's lips curved. "Funny, I said the same when you sucked my cock."
Theo trailed his tongue over his bottom lip as his eyes twinkled. He couldn't wait to suck on Sebastian's cock again, but after.
Sebastian pushed a bunch of pillows against the headboard and sat up, stretching his long legs out and then spreading his thighs, his cock touching his stomach. "Come here."
Theo licked his lips, accepting Sebastian's hand as he straddled him. "Sitting up isn't fun. I want you on top of me. In me. I want you, so badly, Bas."
Sebastian cupped his face and kissed him. "We're going to do this my way first, all right?"
Theo nodded, kissing him again. His way. He rather liked the sound of that. "All right."
Sebastian slid his hands down to cup Theo's arse, squeezing tightly before he slid his hands up his back. "You're in control."
"I want you to fuck me," Theo said. He was pretty sure he was about ready to beg for it actually. "I want you to be in control."
Sebastian smiled. "Oh, I'm going to fuck you, I can promise you that."
Theo bit his lip. He shifted his knees onto the bed on either side of Sebastian, brushing his cock against his and groaning at the sensation. The edge may have been taken off when Sebastian stopped, but Theo was still so hard. He was definitely going to beg soon if Bas didn't put him out of his misery. Sebastian reached for more oil, kneading it into his arse, dancing his finger inside to add more oil. Then he took more in his hands and began to rub it into his own cock. Theo couldn't help but lick his lips as he watched him oil himself thoroughly.
He was beautiful, Theo thought. He was all firm muscles and tight abs, gorgeous eyes and soft hair. And that cock… Theo licked his lips again. It was definitely the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen and the thought of it being inside of him made him ache in ways he couldn't explain. He wanted it. He wanted it so bad he could practically taste it. He kept his eyes on Sebastian's strong hands, watching as they rubbed his long thick length, lubricating him in preparation and Theo's heart raced.
Merlin, he wanted him.
When he finished, Sebastian put the bottle back on his night table and kissed Theo softly. Sebastian took his hands in his, entwining their fingers as he pinned Theo's arms up above his head. With a shift of his hips, Sebastian's balls brushed his cock and his breath hitched as Sebastian very slowly began to lower Theo onto his hard cock. He reached down to help the angle before he took Theo's hands in his again. The feel of him pushing into him was almost Theo's undoing. He bit his lip a bit harder, his hands squeezing Sebastian's as he slowly slid down onto his cock inch by inch.
"Take your time," Sebastian whispered, nipping at his lips. "Does it hurt?"
Theo's breath hitched at the burn. It did a little. "I've never… had someone so… big."
Sebastian smiled. "Slowly, Theo. Take me in, slowly."
Theo did, his hips moving as he carefully and slowly lowered himself more and more. The stretch burned, but it didn't last long as he pushed through it, wanting all of him. His toes dug into the bed and when he finally felt Bas' balls under him, he groaned. Merlin's balls, he'd never been so full in his life. It burned and yet it felt… incredible. Sebastian kissed his lips, his blue eyes on his.
"Whenever you're ready."
Theo looked at their joined hands, admiring the way that Sebastian held his arms up, hands clutching his. They stayed like that for almost two full minutes, neither of them daring to move as Theo just adjusted to having him inside of him. Then, Theo shifted his hips and pleasure shot through him as Bas' cock brushed against his prostate. He began to ride him; they both groaned.
"Good?" Sebastian asked, his eyes on Theo.
Theo blinked through his long lashes and let out a strangled breath. "So fucking good."
Sebastian let go of his hands to clutch his arse, spreading his fingers out across each cheek as Theo began to grind his hips, taking long slow thrusts of the cock deep inside of him. Theo groaned when Sebastian started to massage his arse.
"So good," he murmured. "So full."
Sebastian nipped at his mouth and desire raked through him again. Suddenly, the feel of him wasn't enough, and Theo needed more. He crashed his lips into Sebastian's deepening the kiss as lust tore through him. He moved faster, wanting to feel every bit of him. He felt his own cock bounce up and down between them and he wanted to reach out, needing more than just release, needing the man inside of him to give him something he didn't quite understand. Sebastian's hand wrapped around him and began to stroke him, his thumb stroking the underside in a steady rhythm that made Theo's head fell back.
"You like that?"
"Mmmm," Theo moaned, need coiling. "Yessss!"
Sebastian arched his hips up sharply and Theo gasped. "I want you to get used to this, Theo," Sebastian murmured. "Used to how full you feel because this is only the beginning."
"Beginning?" Theo asked, his eyes widening in delight as his nerve endings soared with every thrust.
He gasped when Sebastian suddenly flipped him under him. Suddenly that hard body was on top of his and he felt warm and protected. He groaned when Bas' cock slipped out of him, but then a pillow was being shoved under his hips. The simple gesture surprised him and before he could say anything about it, a moan escaped him as Sebastian reached for more oil, rubbing it between his hands before those strong fingers found him again. Theo trembled. Merlin, it felt so good. It had been so long since anyone had touched him like this. And no one had ever made it feel this good.
Sebastian's fingers pumped in and out of him as he stroked his cock, bending to kiss his balls tenderly. Theo moaned his name. He knew what it was like now and Salazar, the fingers weren't enough.
Sebastian seemed to sense his need because he slid his fingers out and gave his cock one long lick before he grabbed Theo's legs. He gasped as his legs were suddenly spread wider and pushed up to his chest before Sebastian pushed into him once more.
Theo gasped. "Oh, fuck yes!"
Sebastian smiled and began to thrust in a slow steady rhythm. His hand continued to pump Theo as he did so. Oh Merlin, Theo thought. It was like he knew exactly where to touch him. He knew exactly what he needed, what he wanted. Every thrust was perfect, hitting him in just the right spot and making his eyes roll as his whole body trembled under him. He rolled his hips and Theo moaned so loudly, he swore the neighbours could hear him. Sebastian's thumb teased the tip of Theo's cock, dragging his fingers along the underside as he thrust deeper and deeper with every stroke. Theo could feel himself starting to come apart. He wasn't going to last much longer. Bas' hand left his cock and Theo moaned at the loss of contact.
Sebastian gripped his hips, pushing his legs up higher into his chest and increased his speed. Theo's hands reached behind him to grab the headboard, needing to hold onto something as he was quite frankly, fucked harder.
"Don't stop, Bas! Don't stop. Don't… ah fuck… yes! Yes! Yes! No!"
The last word came out on a whimper as Sebastian pulled out of him again.
"Bas…" he begged. "Stop teasing me!"
Sebastian captured his mouth for a deep kiss. "Patience."
He whimpered again when Sebastian turned him onto his side, lifted his leg and started pounding him from a new angle. Theo gasped, his own cock bouncing against Sebastian's hip with every thrust. He made to touch himself but Bas' hands wrapped around his balls.
"Mine," he growled.
Theo only groaned louder as Bas' hips moved faster. He rolled and rotated them in ways designed to torture Theo. When he pulled out again, Theo actually did beg.
"Bas… gods, Bas, please… please let me come."
Sebastian kissed his chest, lifting his legs again as he was once more on his back. He tucked the pillow under him again and then slid back into him. Theo locked his legs around Sebastian's waist, determined to not let him go until they both came. His heels dug into Sebastian's shoulders as he grunted and groaned as Bas hit just the right spot with every thrust. Sebastian's hands met his again, fingers twining together and two more thrusts sent Theo over the edge, coming between them as he cried out.
Sebastian kept going for almost a full minute more before he stiffened and groaned. Theo clutched his tight arse as he finished inside of him and then Sebastian's cheek rested against his shoulder.
"Wow," Theo whispered when he could finally catch his breath, his hands going to Sebastian's hair. "Just wow."
He didn't know if minutes had passed or hours since Sebastian had destroyed him.
Sebastian kissed his shoulder. "Ditto."
Theo grinned. "Did you just ditto my wow?"
"Too tired to think of words."
Theo pulled his face up to kiss him. "You are amazing."
"So are you," Sebastian said, lips meeting his. "Brilliant. Sexy. I love this arse."
Theo grinned as Sebastian slid his hands beneath them to grip his arse. "I like that you love my arse."
"Did I hurt you?" he asked, kissing Theo again.
"If you did, I already forgot about it," Theo assured him. "All I feel right now is perfect and hungry. How do you feel about having that food now?"
Sebastian's lips were on his neck. "Not yet."
"Oh?" Theo asked as Sebastian began to kiss his way down Theo's chest. "We should clean up and get some food, don't you think?"
"After."
Before Theo could ask after what, he felt Sebastian's cock stir against his thigh.
"Ready so soon?"
Sebastian didn't answer him. Instead he kept kissing his way down his body, rolling him onto his stomach. Theo started to speak, but Sebastian's long tongue plunged into him and he made a gurgling sound instead. When a finger replaced his tongue and that tongue started to lick his balls, Theo moaned.
Suddenly, he wasn't feeling very tired or hungry anymore. Unless it was for Bas, he was most certainly hungry for more of him. And the best part was that Sebastian was more than ready to give it to him.
~ ASC ~
Theo slept like a baby with Sebastian spooning him from behind. They had sex a second time before they'd finally stumbled into the living room to eat the takeaway that Sebastian had picked up. They had some sort of stir-fry with crunchy noodles and drank the wine they'd poured hours before and snogged on the sofa for almost two hours until Theo had slid down to his knees and used his mouth.
Sebastian cupped his cheek in his hand while he sucked him off, those blue eyes never leaving his. It was one of the most intense blowjobs he'd ever given in his life. He was so turned on by the time he finished that when Sebastian dragged him back up to bed and used his tongue on his arse, he was already begging for him.
They made slow love once more before they'd finally fallen asleep in each other's arms. Theo had smiled sweetly at Sebastian when he cleaned them both up before snuggling Theo close and kissing his cheek.
When he woke alone, he blinked at the bright sunlight, surprised to find it was already almost eight in the morning. The bed was cold next to him and he frowned, reaching out to touch the cold sheets and finding the note on the pillow instead.
Theo,
Went for my morning run. Should be back by eight. Help yourself to whatever you need.
Bas
He folded the note back up and snuggled back into the sheets. He would wait until Sebastian came home before he decided to do anything. He must have fallen back asleep because when he opened his eyes again, Sebastian was standing in front of his wardrobe in nothing but a towel, water droplets dripping down his neck from his hair.
"Morning," Theo said, stretching in the big bed.
Sebastian turned, a big smile on his face. "Good morning. How did you sleep?"
"Great. Why are you getting dressed?"
"Well, it's what one usually does when they get out of the shower."
Theo reached out and tugged him close by his towel. "Come back to bed."
Sebastian smiled as he dropped the towel to the floor and crawled naked back onto his bed. "I'm sure that you're a bit sore."
Theo danced his hand down Sebastian's chest, stopping when he gripped his cock in his hands. "Why? You think I can't handle your big cock? I've seen bigger."
"Oh really?" Sebastian said.
"Yup," Theo teased. "Of course, that person didn't bugger me into oblivion, but still…"
Sebastian nipped at his mouth, wrapping him in his arms as he snuggled back under the blankets. "Into oblivion huh?"
Theo bit bottom lip. "Yes, I'm a little sore, but it was so worth it."
Sebastian smiled. "A hot bath would help with that and maybe a nice massage."
"Are you offering?" Theo asked, cuddling back into his arms.
"Anything for you," he said, kissing his forehead.
Theo felt himself blush. "Flatterer. I can't believe you went for a run already."
"I run every day."
"I know, you told me this, but I still can't comprehend it. Harry and Ginny run every morning too. Five kilometres and they go out to the pitch at half past five in the morning. They're mad. Completely bonkers."
Sebastian chuckled. "You'll have to come with me one morning."
"Nuh-uh," Theo said, kissing Sebastian's shoulders. "If you see me running it's because something bad is chasing me."
Sebastian laughed. "I'll make a note of that for the future."
Theo made a sound of agreement as his lips moved down Sebastian's chest. He took his time, licking at stray water droplets as he dragged his tongue over taut muscles, planting soft kisses, and sucking on patches of skin. He licked his belly button and then kissed under it, smiling as he kept going.
Sebastian made a soft sigh and Theo looked at the semi-hard cock in front of him. Knowing what it felt like to have this inside of him, he seemed even bigger. He admired it a moment before he bent his head to lick him. A few more strategic licks had him standing at full attention and Theo eagerly took him into his mouth.
Afterwards he snuggled into him, resting his chin on his chest, his legs entwined with his.
"So, are we going to put on clothes and go to Apricity Spread for breakfast?" Theo asked. "I think I need some food now."
Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "You told me not to put on clothes."
Theo grinned and kissed his chest. "I did, but now I'm hungry."
Sebastian smiled and crawled out of bed, stretching his arms up over his head. "Breakfast does sound good."
"So, Apricity Spread?" Theo asked, sitting up.
"No," Sebastian replied. "I bought eggs, so we're going to cook breakfast."
"I hope you know how to do that because I don't," Theo said, wrinkling his nose. "I've baked a few odd times with Ginny and helped her and her mum in the kitchen, but I definitely couldn't go about it alone."
Sebastian's lips curved. "The Marquess doesn't know how to cook? I'm shocked."
"I can call Kiki over," Theo offered. "She makes a great breakfast."
Sebastian tossed Theo's silk pyjama pants at him. "Put those on. A novice like you should definitely not risk cooking naked."
Theo frowned as he slipped on the pyjama pants and watched as Sebastian pulled on red and black plaid cotton ones before he followed him downstairs and into the kitchen. He pulled out eight eggs and placed them on the counter before pulling out a loaf of fresh soda bread.
"Eggs and toast. Simple and delicious."
Theo smiled. "No one's ever cooked for me before."
Sebastian's lips curved. "I'm not a chef by any means, but I don't starve. And I'm not cooking for you. Wash your hands and then come here."
Theo moved to the sink to do just that before he moved over to the counter to where Sebastian was, smiling when Sebastian stepped up behind him, pressing himself against Theo's back.
"I think I like cooking already."
Sebastian slapped his arse, making him squeak. "It's simple really," Sebastian said, reaching his arms around Theo. "You take one egg, like this, and you crack it over the side of the bowl, like this. And drop it in. Broken shell goes in this bowl. You try."
Theo reached for an egg and carefully cracked it, dropping the yolk into the bowl. On the third egg, a piece of shell fell into the bowl.
"What do I do?" Theo exclaimed.
Sebastian chuckled. "Scoop it out. It won't hurt you."
Theo attempted to scoop the shell out, but it kept sliding around the yolk. Sebastian chuckled again before grabbing a spoon and helping him and then asked Theo to crack more eggs. Once they were all in the bowl, Sebastian showed him how to add a little milk.
"Now, these are the easiest eggs to make — scrambled."
Theo nodded. "Okay."
Sebastian kept his arms around him, his cock pressing into the small of his back as he handed Theo a fork. He wrapped his hand around Theo's and showed him how to mix the eggs. Theo grinned as the yolks all blended together.
"Perfect," he said. "You're doing great. Now we're going to put them in the pan."
Theo watched as Sebastian waved his wand and the pan began go heat up from its spot on the stove.
"Eggs burn easily if you don't keep an eye on them," Sebastian said, slipping his arms around Theo again. "I like to use a small spatula but everyone has their preferred utensil of choice."
His hand covered Theo's as the liquid began to bubble and turn to fluffy eggs.
"Wow," Theo said, grinning.
"You're adorable, Lord Norfolk."
Theo turned his head to kiss him. "What are we going to do with the soda bread?"
"Toast it," Sebastian said. He smiled as he showed Theo how to carefully twirl his wand and toast the bread to a perfect golden brown. "Slow toasting is the best for beginners."
Theo grinned as they finished and set the table. He watched in amusement as Sebastian filled his plate with ninety percent of the scrambled eggs.
"What? Working out burns a lot of energy," Sebastian explained. "I need the protein."
"You don't work out on the weekends?"
Sebastian shook his head. "No. I used to, but I've stopped. I just run and do some sit-ups and push-ups. Sundays are my day of rest. During the week I run and then work out in the Ministry gym for two hours before work."
Theo shook his head. "You are dedicated."
"Being in shape is important for my job," Sebastian said.
Theo sat at the little kitchen table for two. "Trust me, I am not complaining. You are so fit and sexy."
"You're in good shape yourself," Sebastian noted. "You must work out, too."
Theo chuckled. "No. I use the broadsword as my wand ninety percent of the time so swinging and lifting it definitely helps a little. But no. I just watch other people work out."
Sebastian smiled. "You should come running with me one morning."
"I would die."
Sebastian laughed. "That's a tad dramatic."
"Only way I would succeed in going running with you is if you carried me while you ran."
His laugh was louder this time. "Noted."
"Besides," Theo said, reaching out to run his toes up Sebastian's leg. "I know another way to work out that's much more fun."
"Oh, don't worry. I planned on doing lots of that today."
Theo grinned and dug back into his breakfast. When they finished, Sebastian sent the dishes to the sink with a wave of his wand and then pulled Theo to his feet to kiss him.
"I'll just clean up and then we're going back to bed."
Theo bit his bottom lip, unable to stop smiling as he watched Sebastian go to the counter and quickly use his wand to clean up their breakfast. Theo leaned back against the table, his behind resting against it, and just watched him. When Sebastian turned around, his blue eyes darkened.
"What?" Theo asked, surprised by the look in his eyes.
"You're leaning against the table."
Theo raised an eyebrow. "Is that a problem?"
"Yes," Sebastian said, taking a step towards him.
Before Theo could ask why it was a problem, Sebastian's hands were on his hips and he was being lifted onto said table. He squeaked in surprise and Sebastian's hands locked his legs around his waist and then cupped his arse.
"The first time I saw you, leaning against the desk in the bullpen, this is what I wanted."
His lips crashed into his and Theo's arms slid around his neck as he kissed him back. The feel of his hard erection grinding against him as they stood there, fused together, made Theo moan. Sebastian took his fill, kissing Theo over and over and over again, squeezing and massaging his arse as he did. When he finally moved back, his breath was ragged.
"Bedroom, now."
Theo nodded and carefully hopped down from the table. They ran up the stairs and Theo had barely crawled onto the bed before Sebastian was tugging his sleep pants down and exposing him. When he crawled over him to kiss him again, Theo grinned.
"Bas?"
"Yeah?"
"I want you in my mouth first."
Sebastian's eyes darkened and he had his own sleep pants off in seconds making Theo laugh, but then he groaned in surprise when Sebastian kept him on his back and carefully straddled him, his long cock brushing his lips.
"Like this?"
Theo's mouth opened automatically and Sebastian gripped the headboard.
"Oh, fuck, babe…"
"Babe?" Theo said as he licked him. "I like that."
Sebastian smiled. "I like your mouth on me, Theo."
Theo grinned and took him back into his mouth. He rather liked having him in his mouth, so it felt like a win on both sides to him. When Sebastian moaned, Theo couldn't help but smile. He had a feeling this weekend was going to get even better.
~ ASC ~
Ron was ecstatic that his eighteenth birthday landed on a Sunday. It meant no classes. It meant that he could stay in bed all day. And most importantly, it meant that Hermione had no excuse not to stay in bed with him.
He felt her start to wake up at her usual time and instead of rolling over and going back to sleep, he pinned her beneath him and kissed her so passionately, she moaned.
"Happy Birthday, Ron."
He grinned. "Oh, yeah, it is my birthday, isn't it?"
She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Like you didn't know."
Ron nuzzled into her neck. "For my birthday, I wish for you to stay in bed with me all day."
"That could be possible," she said. "But you have to let me up to pee first."
He kissed her cheek. "If you don't come right back, I'll drag you back."
Hermione chuckled as she stood up and then leaned down to kiss his lips. "I'll be right back. I had plans of presenting you with a morning blowjob for the occasion."
Ron's blue eyes widened in delight as she sauntered off to the bath and thought his birthday was definitely starting off right. When she came back, he admired the long-sleeved Chudley Cannons tee-shirt she was wearing over her knickers as she crawled back into bed. Her lips met his for a long kiss before she began to kiss her way down his chest.
It didn't take long for his sleep pants to be shoved to the floor and for her mouth to be wrapped around him. He had to admit, every time she did this, it was better than the time before. One of his favourite things about Hermione Granger was that she was a bit of a perfectionist. He usually hated it, but when it came to things like their sex life… he loved it. She'd certainly taken her time to learn how to give him the most amazing blowjob of his life and the thing was, she'd been great the first time already.
His fingers curled in her hair as he finished with a moan. He watched her swallow and smiled as she kissed her way up his chest, taking her time to kiss each scar tenderly before her lips met his.
Hermione snuggled into his side, her nails gently tracing the scar over his heart. He kissed the top of her head.
"Best birthday ever."
She smiled. "I love you."
"I love you, too," he said.
His lips met hers again before he pinned her beneath him, inching up the shirt so that he could kiss her breasts. When he made to pull it over her head, she stopped him.
"Leave it on, I'm cold."
Ron pinned her arms above her head. "I'll warm you up."
But when he attempted to pull her shirt up again, she stopped him.
Ron let go of her arms and rested his own on either side of her. "Talk to me."
"About what?"
"About why not once in the last month have you let me see you naked."
Hermione scoffed. "I've let you see me naked plenty of times, Ron. Don't be ridiculous. We've been having a lot of sex."
"Yes, we have," Ron agreed. "But you're never naked."
Hermione chewed her bottom lip. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't make me out to be a fool," Ron demanded.
"I'm not," Hermione said, quickly.
Ron stared down at her. "Take off your shirt."
"I told you, I'm cold," Hermione insisted, pushing him up and off of her.
Ron let her pull the blankets up before he yanked them off of her again. "Take off your shirt."
"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed. "What's wrong with you? I just told you that I was cold. I'm not taking off my shirt."
He stared at her for a moment before he reached for the bottom of the long sleeved tee shirt and ignoring her struggles, yanked it up and over her head. Hermione grabbed the blankets and pulled them up to her chin so quickly that she almost pushed him off the bed. He blinked at her.
"How dare you just rip my shirt off like that? What's wrong with you?"
Ron tugged the blankets down to pool at her waist, ignoring her protests, and her arms immediately wrapped around herself. His eyes softened as he sat back on his knees in front of her. He placed his palm against her cheek, his thumb stroking her lips.
He gently pulled at her left arm, opening it from her chest and tears leaked out of the corner of her eyes.
"Ron, don't… please…"
Ron ignored her. He held her arm in his as he stared down at the ugly scarred word carved into her flesh. Some of the slashes were so deep that chunks of her skin had been forced to heal back into place making the letters look bumpy and deep. He kept his blue eyes on hers as he bent his head and kissed every bit of her scar gently.
"I love you," he whispered. "I love how brave you are and how strong you are and I love that you don't let anything stand in your way when you want something."
When his lips touched the scars again, she began to cry.
Ron snuggled her down under the blankets, wrapped in his arms as she sobbed into chest. He ran his hands up and down her back. "Shh, it's all right, Mione. It's all right now. I've got you. She can't hurt you anymore."
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm so ashamed."
Ron kissed her temple as he held her and let her cry. When her tears finally subsided, he kissed her temple. "Have you talked about it?"
Her arms tightened around him. "A little. With Luna and Zee."
He ran his thumb down her cheek before he took her left arm again and kissed the scars. "I turned around and that sadistic bitch had her hands fisted in your hair. I tried to get to you. I tried to stop her, but it all happened so fast."
"She snuck up on me," Hermione admitted. "We were trying to get around the magical barrier that was blocking Harry. We ran from Carrow and then I felt her grab my hair and I heard you scream my name and it… that was it. I woke up and I was in this unfamiliar room and I was… I was in chains. It was dark and Bellatrix was there and Zee was chained up close by. Close enough that I could see her, but not close enough that we could touch."
Ron's thumb continued to stroke over her cheek, but he didn't speak.
"Rodolphus gave her the knife. He said that she could do the honours like it was some reward she was getting," she whispered. "And then she straddled me. I was chained in place, but her holding me down made it worse somehow and when the blade cut me…"
"Shhh," he soothed. "It's all right. I'm here now."
Hermione's eyes were on the ugly word carved into her flesh. "It burned. She cut so deep I thought that I was going to die. I thought that I was going to just bleed out right there on the floor and the more I screamed… the more she liked it. She got off on it, Ron. She got off on the pain I was in. What kind of person… she's more than just mad. She's in a league of her own."
Ron kissed her temple. "I'm sorry it took me so long to get to you. They put up a warding to hold us back and we couldn't get through. Bill and Fleur were working on taking it down, but that bitch made sure that I could hear your screams. It was killing me to not be able to get in there. If Ginny hadn't thought to call for Dobby… she could have done so much worse to you."
Hermione pulled her arm back to her chest. "How did Ginny call for Dobby?"
Ron smiled. "Because Harry is hopelessly in love with my little sister. House elves are very knowledgeable about the feelings of their masters. He essentially works for Ginny as well. Thank Godric he showed up when he did. When I saw you lying there… covered in blood like that… I thought that you were dead."
"I wasn't," she whispered.
"I tortured her," Ron said quietly.
Hermione's eyes flew to his. "What?"
"I used the Cruciatus on Bellatrix Lestrange. I didn't even hesitate. I saw what she had done to you and I just… I wanted her to suffer. Lestrange knocked me down though and I ended up fighting him and she… she turned the curse back on me. I asked Dobby to take you to safety."
"Ron…"
"Zee saved my life," Ron said. "She somehow managed to lock her legs around Lestrange's neck despite her arms being chained. She knocked him out and Dobby came back in time to get Zee out safely. Zee tried to get me to go with her, but I… I wanted to kill Bellatrix. I wanted to see her bleed the way she made you bleed. I wanted her dead, Hermione."
Hermione pressed her lips over the raised scar of where the blade had struck him.
"Dobby listened to me and left with Zee and then Bill and Fleur were getting through the wards and she threw the knife. I didn't even see it. All of a sudden, it was just sticking out of my chest and then… there was nothing."
Hermione kissed the scar again. "I thought I lost you. I woke up and I had this awful scar on my arm and no one could tell me if you were okay and… when I close my eyes I can still see her straddling me. The manic delight in her grey eyes and the sadistic smile… Ron, after each letter, she licked my blood off of her knife."
Ron kissed the top of her head. "She'll get what's coming to her. I'll kill her myself if I have to."
"You — you can't!" Hermione exclaimed, sitting up. "You'll go to Azkaban!"
"If it means that bitch is gone from the world, it would be worth it."
"No! It would not be worth it!" Hermione shouted. "Promise me you will not do something stupid enough to get yourself sent to prison! Promise me, Ron!"
His lips twitched. "You're the brightest witch I know, I'm sure you could figure something out to get me off."
Hermione glowered. "Promise me, right now."
"Hermione, I have no plans of going to Azkaban," he said, taking her arm back to kiss her scars again. "Now, I want you to promise me that you will stop being ashamed of this."
Her cheeks flushed. "It says Mudblood."
"It does," Ron said, tracing the letters under his fingers. "It says Mudblood and you know what I see when I look at this word?" When her eyes met his, he ran his fingers over the letters again as he spoke. "I see a beautiful and brave and intelligent witch who stood up for herself. I see a witch who is proud to be Muggleborn, who is proud of who she is and where she came from. I see a witch who isn't afraid to stand up for herself and for her friends. I see this tiny little girl with big bushy hair, bossing around everyone around her like she owns the magic castle she goes to school in, and then flat out lying to a teacher to protect two stupid boys who fought a troll. You've always been brave, Mione. You've always been strong. And if anyone can overcome something like this, it's you. Of that I have no doubt."
Hermione's arms came around him, hugging him tightly. "I love you."
"I love you, too," he said, kissing her cheek. "Now, will you please be naked around me again?"
She snorted into his shoulder.
"Seriously," Ron said. "It's my birthday and that's what I want more than anything in the whole world is for my gorgeous girlfriend to be very naked in this bed with me for the rest of the day."
"It was only my arm I left covered," she began."
"Too much," Ron said, kissing her shoulder. "I want you completely starkers. Only thing covering you should be your hair and my body, understood?"
She smiled. "Understood."
"Good," he said, kissing her neck. "Now, that you've seen sense again, we're going to continue with my birthday festivities."
"Oh, are we?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Ron pinned her beneath him, his lips trailing over her collarbone. "Yes, we are."
When his tongue found her a few moments later, she moaned and Ron thought this birthday was definitely starting out right.
~ ASC ~
Harry sat in the library with Ginny Monday evening. He still couldn't stop grinning at her every time he saw her. She'd made it through the first tryout of the Premier Quidditch Training Camp. She was moving onto the second one and he was so fucking proud of her. The moment he'd seen her, he knew. The look in her eyes, the delight. Then listening to her talk…
His girlfriend had played Quidditch with some truly famous Quidditch players. Mitchell Payne and Benjamin London alone impressed him but when you added in Lexie Longhorn, Gwenog Jones, Thomas Dawson, and Arlo Ross… yeah, he was a little bit jealous. He'd dragged her off to the tower room and gone down on her before dinner. Ginny was still ginning widely. After discussing it more, Harry agreed that she would tell her family after the second tryout. It seemed like a good medium place to let them know what her status was. Either way, he was so proud of her.
Tonight, they had to cancel Quidditch practice due to Demelza, Jimmy, and Ritchie all suffering a nasty cold. Harry figured there was no point in just he, Ron, and Ginny running drills so they voted to take the night off. Instead, they had made plans to sit and get their schoolwork done.
After almost two hours, Harry had to admit, it had been a good plan. He was almost finished with everything except for Potions and felt ahead of his workload for the first time in over a month. He reached for the book on the table and when he opened it, he realized that this one wasn't his. He closed it and started to pass it over to his girlfriend when a piece of parchment fell out and to the ground. Ginny was writing notes and didn't notice so he bent to pick it up. His eyes widened at the drawing that he was looking at.
"Uh, Gin?"
"Hmm?" Ginny asked, not looking up from her notes.
"Can I ask why you have a pornographic drawing in your potions book with the words, 'shallow thrusts work best?'"
Ginny turned scarlet and attempted to take it from him. He held it over her head and she scowled at him. "Give it over."
"No," he said. "Not until you tell me what this is."
"It's from Luna."
Harry's eyebrow rose.
Ginny let out a slow breath and dropped her voice to a whisper. "She claims it's her favourite position for um… deep penetration."
Harry licked his bottom lip. "Oh yeah, and you two were just discussing this randomly over potions?"
"Yes," she said, snatching the drawing back from him.
Harry leaned in to nip at her ear. "Was this maybe something that you wanted to try?"
Ginny shivered. "Maybe. I don't know."
Harry sucked on her earlobe, twirling his tongue over each earring. "I'm willing if you are."
Ginny turned to kiss him. "We have to study. We really do need to study."
"We would be studying," Harry said. "Studying sexual positions we enjoy."
She grinned. "That's not a class, Potter."
"It is. We're the only students in it."
His hand slid over her thigh, slipping under her skirt.
"Harry… we're in the library."
"When has that ever stopped us?"
She bit her lip. "Stop. You are a terrible distraction."
He sighed and removed his hand. "If you insist. I need to talk to Flitwick about my essay anyway. See you later?"
She kissed him goodbye and he snuck a look back at her before he left. He had a better idea.
Ten minutes later, he snuck back into the library under his invisibility cloak. Colin and Theo were sitting with her now, books opened around them. He hesitated only a moment before he crawled under the table.
It took a bit longer to move around Colin's long legs without being detected. He shifted around Theo, who was sitting next to her, and then slowly settled himself onto the floor. He lifted his cloak just enough to slip his hands up her legs and he heard her let out a slow breath. He ran his thumb over her knee in a Quidditch formation and her left hand fisted in her skirt as she clenched her legs closed.
Harry nudged them apart. He cupped her knees in both of his hands, kissing her through her thigh highs and he felt her tremble. Her hand came under the table and she wagged her finger no at him. Harry simply sucked the finger into his mouth.
"Hey, chick, you okay?" Theo asked.
"Fine," she said quickly, pulling her hand away from Harry's mouth.
Harry simply slid both hands up her thighs, fiddling with the clips of her garter. She clenched her thighs in an attempt to close them; he merely lowered his hand over her.
Ginny let out a slow breath. Harry parted her legs wider, sliding her to the edge of the chair.
"Hey," Colin said. "Ginny, can you explain to me what McGonagall meant in class today when she was talking about the Transmogrifcation charm and why it's so dangerous?"
"Um, yes," Ginny said.
Harry waited until she began to explain it before he tucked his glasses into his shirt pocket and pushed her knickers aside with his thumb. She was already so wet and he licked his lips before he leaned in and slid his tongue over her.
She stuttered in her explanation but kept going as Harry took his time, drawing out every lick and touch. When he added two fingers while he sucked on her clit, her hips rose up off of the chair. He couldn't stop himself from smirking, he knew how hard it was for her to stay quiet right now.
"Chick, are you sure that you're okay?" Theo asked.
"F-f-fine," she stuttered.
Ginny was going to kill him.
She was going to murder him dead.
Her fingers gripped the edge of the table with one hand while she attempted to read her notes in front of her. Colin was working away on his homework, oblivious to her fight, but Theo was looking at her suspiciously.
When he leaned over his chair closer to her just as Harry's tongue circled her clit, she bit her lip to stop the moan.
"Chick," Theo whispered. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were being played with."
Ginny's brown eyes met his and she bit her lip harder.
Theo's eyes widened slightly and then he grinned. "Well, well, well, aren't invisibility cloaks wonderful things?"
She was right on the edge of coming, she could feel it in her toes and wondered how on earth she was going to stay quiet, when Harry suddenly stopped. She waited for him to continue, but he didn't and when almost a minute had passed without him touching her, she let out a frustrated breath, She attempted to kick him and found no one there.
"He's dead," she muttered.
Theo's lips curved. "Someone looks quite left in the lurch."
Ginny glared. "Oh, he thinks he's funny. He thinks he can get me all hot and bothered and then not let me… he's a dead man."
Theo chuckled. "You two lead interesting lives."
Ginny let out a slow breath. "I need to finish this bloody essay."
Theo only smirked at her as she went back to her homework, her cheeks flushed and her brown eyes alight in fury.
When Harry came back into the library ten minutes later, the look she shot him told him that he was going to pay for intentionally leaving her on edge before he'd snuck out of the library. He took a seat next to Colin and Theo grinned at him from across the table.
"Hi, lover. Been up to anything interesting today?"
"No," Harry said. "Just homework."
Theo's eyes twinkled at him. "I think you've been up to more than that."
Ginny closed her book and huffed. "Colin, we need to work on the paper."
Colin's gaze met hers. "We do?"
"Yes. Right now."
He nodded and packed up his stuff. When Ginny left the library with Colin, Theo moved to sit next to Harry.
"You're in trouble, lover."
"Nah," Harry said.
Theo wiggled his eyebrows. "I know what you were up to in that invisibility cloak, you naughty boy."
Harry's neck flushed. "Does Ginny tell you everything?"
"Of course she does! We're besties!" Theo exclaimed as if offended. "But I figured this one out on my own as she was having difficulty keeping her breathing normal. I assumed that you were being naughty as I've heard about how good you are with that tongue. It made sense to me."
"Theo, go away," Harry said, shaking his head.
Theo grinned and rested his chin on Harry's shoulder as he lowered his voice to a soft whisper in an attempt to keep Madam Pince away. "No. Speaking of tongues, did I tell you that Bas has a long one? I mean, not unnaturally long or anything, but it's longer than average and oh my word does he know how to use it. His tongue up my bum almost destroyed me, Harry."
"Um… yay?" Harry said, not even remotely sure what to say to that information.
"Yes, yay!" Theo exclaimed. "The sex is phenomenal! Thanks for asking. He makes me want to scream and really scream. And he is so hung, but don't worry, lover, you're still bigger."
Harry didn't know how to respond to that.
"And he was so perfect, but we definitely spent the whole weekend doing it. My arse is so well used it hurts to sit too long, but so fucking worth it."
"Um… that's great?"
"It is great!" Theo exclaimed. "Harry, he's just… incredible! He's so sweet and kind and oddly adorable. He loves his job and he just makes me smile, even when he's grumpy. And the sex is just… did I mention it's phenomenal?"
"You did," Harry said. "Twice."
"Well it is. And he's so fit, like he has eight abs! Eight! I counted them! And his arse is all tight, not as gorgeous as yours. I admit, your arse is beautiful, but Bas lets me touch his."
"Theo, no offence, but why do you think that I want to know this?" Harry asked.
Theo's smile widened. "Because you love me."
"Sometimes I wonder how Malfoy and Zabini put up with you."
Theo chuckled. "They claim that I'm exasperating, but they love me just like you."
Harry couldn't help but smile when Theo hugged him tightly. "Yeah, yeah. You're the best."
Theo kissed his cheek before he rested his chin on his hands. "So, now it's your turn. Tell me everything!"
"About what?"
He rolled his eyes. "S-E-X, obviously. How was it? Ginny said that it was brilliant and she told me that you were such a good boy and made sure that she came first. Twice, she said. Which is great as with a cock like that, she has to be ready to take it. If Bas hadn't taken his time to get me good and ready, it wouldn't have been enjoyable at all to have something that size shoved into you. So, how did you feel? Was it amazing? I've only had sex with a witch twice and I didn't much like it either time, but I've always been more of a bottom than a top, so maybe that had something to do with it."
Harry stared at him. "It was great."
Theo bit his lip. "That's it? That's all I get? It was great?"
"What more do you want?" Harry asked in exasperation. "It's you know, private."
"But I told you how good it felt when Bas used his tongue in my hole and all you can say is that it was great?"
"To be fair, I did not volunteer to hear that information," Harry replied.
Theo sighed. "You and your girlfriend suck, lover."
Harry's eyes twinkled as he gathered his books. "Actually, she does most of the sucking in our relationship."
Theo's mouth dropped open as Harry hurried out of the library and he thought maybe for once, he'd actually gotten the last word in during a conversation with Theodore Nott. Things were looking up.
~ ASC ~
Snape knew at least a few more weeks had passed since Crouch had told him that it was Valentine's Day, but he'd long since lost track of time. Each time he thought this was it, this was when he would breathe his last breath, Crouch force fed him protein potions and vitamins to build up his strength. Have to keep him strong, he would say in a sing-song voice, didn't want him to lose his strength for their games.
The games were the worst.
Crouch had taken to peeling his skin off in tiny slits. Sometimes in huge chunks in one spot and sometimes he would bounce around his body. He would always lick his wounds afterwards. He used the Cruciatus from time to time, but mostly he used his wand to cut and prod and poke. His whole body was on fire. He forgot what it felt like to not be in pain.
Crouch kept him on a strict regiment, never torturing him for more than three hours at a time before he would let him rest. Sometimes Bellatrix came in and joined in. The other day she'd fondled his balls long enough to get him hard before she'd drag a knife up his thigh, slicing him open. Crouch had squealed and told her not to let him lose too much blood just yet.
The Dark Lord would come in and watch sometimes, stand by the door and watch Crouch work, his eyes on Snape. That was always the worst part. The way Crouch would preen in delight at the sight of his master here to watch him work. Sometimes the Dark Lord would even open his robes and let Crouch go down on him, right there in Snape's cell. Those red eyes would bore into Snape's as the room was filled with the sounds of Crouch sucking him off. He would always pat his cheek when he finished and tell him he was his special boy.
Crouch was always much more sadistic after that.
It was how Snape had lost all of his fingers and toes.
Crouch carved into him like he was carving a pumpkin and he would whistle while he did it. But the worst part… the part that made Snape wish for death more than any of the rest, was when Crouch would bring in this redheaded woman.
She wasn't as striking as Lily had been, he doubted anyone could be. Her eyes were blue and not green, but the sight of her curvy body dressed in skimpy lingerie, her long hair hanging over her shoulders, and the scent of coconut and vanilla made Snape cringe. They'd used a charm on her voice to make her sound like Lily, like the Lily from his memories… and when Crouch fucked her in front of him, her moans sounded just as Snape imagined Lily's did… and it killed him.
It killed him because Crouch ordered her to cry out for James.
The psychological torture was worse than the physical. But still Crouch wouldn't kill him. He knew that it had to be coming to an end soon, it had to because Snape didn't know how much more of this he could take.
When the door to his cell opened, he blinked at the bright light and met the surprised gaze of Garrick Ollivander.
"I brought you a guest," Crouch said, kicking the old man into the cell.
Snape watched him wave his wand and Ollivander was chained up next to him.
"Take a long look, old man," Crouch said. "See what he looks like? If you don't cooperate and tell the Dark Lord what he wants to know, that will be you, dearie."
Then the door slammed shut and Ollivander let out a slow breath.
"What does he want from me?" he whispered. "I'm only a wandmaker, I don't know anything!"
Snape shook his head. "You'll find out soon enough."
Ollivander stared. "How can you live like this? How can you still be… holding on?"
Snape's shallow breaths seemed loud in the dungeon. "Because the bastard won't let me fucking die."
Then he closed his eyes and wondered how long he could sleep for before Crouch inevitably woke him with the spray of icy cold water hitting his face. He hoped that Ollivander was given a more peaceful death. The old man deserved that at least.
A wandmaker… what did Voldemort want him for?
~ ASC ~
Voldemort tapped his long spindly fingers on the arms of the throne he was sitting in. His eyes were on Bellarosa as she told him how she, Mantegna, and Crabbe Junior had kidnapped Garrick Ollivander and brought him here to be questioned.
"No one saw you?"
"No, my Lord," Bellarosa said, bowing her head. "He came with us willingly."
"Is that true, Young Crabbe?"
Crabbe nodded from next to Bellarosa. "It's true, my Lord. Bellarosa charmed him into coming with us willingly."
Voldemort's lips twitched. "I bet she did."
"Crouch put him in with Snape, my Lord," Mantegna said. "He's awaiting you to speak to him."
"Bart?"
"Yes, my Lord," Crouch exclaimed, kneeling before him reverently.
"Get Ollivander out of the dungeon and bring him here to me. Now."
"Of course, my Lord!"
Crouch hurried off to do his bidding and Voldemort cupped Bellarosa's cheek in his fingers. "You've done well, Bellarosa. Your husband has proven himself as well. I would like you to stay and hear what Ollivander has to say."
"I would be honoured, my Lord."
Voldemort nodded, his long fingers returning to tap on the chair until Crouch returned with Ollivander in tow. He pushed the old man to his knees, his hands magically manacled behind his back.
"Ah, Mr Ollivander," Voldemort declared, his fingers tapping on his chair.
"Mr Riddle," Ollivander said, his chin rising. "Thirteen and a half inches long, crafted from yew with the core of a phoenix feather. Purchased from my shop in August of 1938."
Voldemort's red eyes gleamed at him. "I do not go by the name of Riddle any longer."
"No," Ollivander said. "You chose a name to inspire fear instead of respect."
Voldemort's eyes flashed. "You dare disrespect me here, in my own home?"
Ollivander stared. "I am your elder, boy! We're long past respect after you kidnapped me from my shop."
"Crucio!"
Ollivander fell to the floor, twitching under the curse. When Voldemort let him up, he spit blood from his mouth.
"I've brought you here today to ask you about wand making. The art of it, the… intricacies in building a wand for a wizard."
"The wand chooses the wizard," Ollivander declared. "Not the other way around."
"That's not always true though, is it, Garrick? May I call you Garrick?"
"No, you may not," Ollivander exclaimed. "It is Mr Ollivander to the likes of you."
Voldemort's lips twitched. "You think you're brave, don't you? Talking back to me like a petulant child. I can see your Gryffindor shining through."
Ollivander swallowed, his hands twitching where they were still tied behind his back. "You didn't have to kidnap me to ask me questions. Ever heard of inviting someone out for a pint?"
Voldemort hit him with the Cruciatus again. When he let him up, he twirled his wand between his fingers.
"I want to know about Dumbledore's wand."
Ollivander arched an eyebrow. "My father made his first wand."
"His first wand?" Voldemort asked.
Ollivander nodded. "Ebony I believe. It had runes carved into the wood for positivity, harmony, and for light. I don't know the core, but if I had to guess, it would have been built with dragon heartstring."
Voldemort twirled his wand between his fingers. "What happened to his wand?"
"Another chose him," Ollivander said.
"What other?"
Ollivander licked blood from his bottom lip. "No one knows for sure. It's all heresy and poppycock."
"Tell me," Voldemort demanded.
"The Wand of Destiny," Ollivander said, reverently.
Voldemort blinked. "That is a myth."
"Maybe, maybe not," Ollivander answered carefully. "My father told me that Dumbledore and Grindelwald were searching for it long ago; that they believed it not only existed, but had power that could defeat any other wand in existence."
"And you think they found it?"
Ollivander shrugged. "I don't know. But Dumbledore had a different wand almost as long as I've known him. He could have gone to Gregorovitch, I suppose, requested something new. No one knows what happened in his duel with Grindelwald, his wand could have been destroyed."
Voldemort's tongue trailed over his bottom lip. "Leave us."
The handful of Death Eaters scattered around the room all bowed to him before leaving. Once the door closed behind him, Voldemort leaned forward to stare at where Ollivander stood before him, his hands tied behind his back.
"Tell me more about this Wand of Destiny. I need to know more about its power."
"Your wand has power," Ollivander said. "Phoenix feathers are one of the strongest wand cores known to man. I've only succeeded twice in creating a wand with a phoenix tail feather and the only other man to own one that I've created is Harry Potter."
Voldemort's tongue met his cheek. "I'm aware. My wand… disagrees with his."
Ollivander smiled. "You are at an impasse. Brother wands do not want to work against the other."
"Which is why I need to find a more powerful wand."
Ollivander held his chin up high. "Harry Potter is destined for great things. Whatever wand you choose will not be enough to defeat the Chosen One."
"Crucio!"
When Ollivander's screams subsided, Voldemort tapped his wand against his knee.
"Tell me more about this Wand of Destiny, Ollivander. Tell me everything you know and I just might let you live."
Ollivander spit more blood out of his mouth. "It's a myth, as you said."
"Yes, it is," Voldemort agreed. "But all myth has a basis in fact."
Ollivander swallowed. "I only know what my father told me, that Mykew Gregorovitch had it in his possession; that he wanted to recreate it for his own."
"Gregorovitch."
"Yes," Ollivander whispered. "He's still making wands. He's older than sin, but is still creating masterpieces all over Europe. His son can't keep up with his father's creations."
Voldemort pursed his lips. "Well, that is interesting."
He stood up, twirling his wand between his fingers as he paced in front of the throne chair. If Gregorovitch had truly studied this Wand of Destiny, he might know where Voldemort might be able to obtain it. He might know how to provide him with a wand powerful enough to fight against Harry Bloody Potter once and for all.
"You have been most helpful, Ollivander."
"Will you… will you let me go then?" he whispered.
Voldemort's thin lips turned into a sneer. "Now, what kind of host would I be if I did not offer you a place to stay while I look into your information? After I talk to Gregorovitch, we'll see how useful you are. In the meantime, you will stay with Severus in his cell. You can be given the privilege of watching Crouch work on him."
Ollivander shuddered. "I understand the need for torture. I see the use in it, to gain information, to enact fear in your enemies… but what that man has been through… that's not torture. That's something truly and rightfully so awful that there's no name for it."
Voldemort stepped in front of him, tapping his wand along his cheek. "You know what makes a great leader, Garrick? A great leader is made by men who understand the needs of their followers. My Bart is very special. He has a unique love of figuring things out. He likes to learn things and who am I to take that need away from him? Who am I to deny him the little things that he loves so much?"
"You would be a kind leader if you rid the world of that kind of evil."
Voldemort chuckled. "Bart has always been my special boy and that curious sadistic light inside of him should never be dampened. Now, why don't you let me get you back to your cell where you can keep your thoughts to yourself or I might just let Bart play with you, too."
Ollivander paled as Voldemort ordered Young Crabbe to come in and take him away. He called for Bellatrix and Belladonna and the two of them stepped into the room, bowing to him.
"We need to find Mykew Gregorovitch," Voldemort stated. "Last I heard, he was still running a shop in Germany. I need him here. He's a very old man, but I believe he has the answers I seek. Get Bellarosa to help you. Her and Mantegna made quite a team and I'd like to see what else they can do together."
"It would be my pleasure, my Lord," Bellatrix said, bowing her head.
Belladonna kissed his fingers. "Our pleasure, my Lord."
"Belladonna?" Voldemort said when the two witches turned to leave. "Test him in Germany."
Belladonna's smile was slow. "It would be my honour, my Lord."
Voldemort watched them saunter out of the room and he tapped his wand against his knee. Yes, he was looking forward to talking to Gregorovitch about this mythical Wand of Destiny. Dumbledore's wand had been powerful, there was no doubt about that, but it had cracked and been rendered useless against Potter. No, he needed the right wand and he had a feeling that this was the start of him finding one.