For the If You Dare Challenge (753. Betting); the Slash/Femmeslash Bootcamp (37. Bet); the HP Potions Competition (Confusing Concoction); the Greenhouses Competition (Whomping Willow); the Legendary Creatures Competition (Hieracosphinx) and the Popular Song Competition (Climax)
For Doors - I hope you like it!
WARNINGS: Some language, non-explicit lemon in the second section. This - and only this - chapter is rated M for the aforementioned items.
"There ain't no way those are two are fucking Alecto," William smirked at the dark-haired woman. "Y'must be out of your mind to offer a bet like that."
"I do believe it's my business what I decide to bet on, Yaxely," Alecto said, looking at Gareth disdainfully. "Now, none of you gentleman have answered me. Will you be taking me up on my proposition or should I offer it to someone else?"
"Now wait just a moment Lex," Antonin said, ignoring Alecto's murderous glare at the sound of the nickname. "If you want to lose your money so easily, we'd be more than happy to take it out of your hands, now wouldn't we boys?"
All the other men nodded equally, counting out Galleons and handing them over to Jason, Gareth Scabior's second in command in the Snatchers. The thin man was sniggering to himself at the stupidity of the men around him. Unfortunately for them, none of the other Death Eaters paid any attention to him.
"Now that that's settled, let's see your proof that Greyback and Scabior have a thing going on," Harden demanded.
"Calm yourself Travers, you'll find out soon enough," Alecto said. "All of you, follow me."
She led them to the caves that Greyback and his pack had claimed as their territory.
"What're we doing here?" Farran asked, a hint of nervousness entering his voice. Fellow Death Eater or not, Fenrir Greyback wasn't exactly known for being kind to people who entered his territory without express permission from him.
"Don't worry Neuley, he won't eat you if he finds you here. We've got Alecto with us," Harden said drily. "For some reason, he's decided she's worth something to him and doesn't want to piss her off. If you ask me, it's her and not Scabior that he's fucking and she's only trying to throw us off of their sce-"
Before he could finish the last word of his statement, Alecto stopped abruptly in front of the largest of the caves, causing the people behind to have to stop whatever they were doing and gather themselves quickly to avoid crashing into her.
"You might want to keep quiet now," she turned around to inform the men behind her in a deceptively calm voice. She gave Harden a look filled with fire and hate, eyes flashing dangerously at him before she turned back around. "Just so you know, this is Greyback's personal cave. It's the one place I cannot guarantee your safety. Enter at your own peril gentlemen."
All of the men followed her inside, no one wanting to look like a coward in front of the other Death Eaters.
Alecto led them through the cavernous hole in an ever winding path until even the most observant of them was lost. Still she went deeper and deeper until she finally stopped in front of a walled-up room. It had originally been a natural part of the cave, but when Greyback had moved in, he had used his magic to speed up its formation to the crude structure that was in front of them.
Though the room was warded with charms that prevented them from either entering or seeing what was going on inside, it did not stop the sounds from the room reaching their years.
They were undoubtedly moans of pleasure, pleasure of a kind that none of the men could mistake.
"Fine, he's fucking someone," William said, turning to face Alecto, "But how do you plan to prove it's Scabior and not some two-bit Knockturn Alley trick?"
Instead of answering his question, Alecto simply pulled out her wand and tapped the shimmering ward in front of them in a complex pattern.
"Just because he thinks it's secret doesn't mean I don't know how to disable his wards boys," she said, smiling seductively.
"How. The. Hell?" Antonin muttered, gaping at the sight in front of him.
Alecto smirked, holding her hand out to Jason. "I warned you boys," she purred. "Don't ever bet against a woman."
On the bed, Gareth broke away from the man above him for a moment. "Did you hear that?" he asked, panting breathlessly.
"Hear what?" Fenrir asked impatiently. He didn't like it when his lover's attention was somewhere else, and especially not if that happened when the two of them were in bed together.
"I thought I heard someone at the door," Gareth said, struggling to break free from Fenrir's embrace so that he could look at the entrance to their room.
"It must have just been the wind," Fenrir said dismissively, tightening his hold on Gareth's arms as he pulled him back in for a violent, bruising kiss.
And then all thoughts of odd sounds and possible intruders were lost in the pleasures gained from the slap of flesh against flesh, and pleasure that burst through their veins.