A/N: As promised, this chapter contains high levels of phansexual smut. Please let me know what you think! I really appreciate every single review :)
I woke up the next morning to an empty room, but on the pillow where Dan's head had been there was a piece of parchment with a note on it. It read:
Same time, same place, tonight?
I smiled and tucked it in my pocket.
Getting up from the couch and stretching, I realized with a start that I was supposed to be meeting PJ and our friend Chris for our trip to Hogsmead. Charlie and Alex usually came with us too, but they had decided to make the trip a double date on this particular weekend. I glanced at my watch and realized that I was supposed to have been in the Great Hall 15 minutes ago. Gathering my things as quickly as I could and double-checking to make sure Dan's note was still in my pocket, I sprinted to my dormitory to change clothes then to the Great Hall where PJ and Chris were waiting for me, looking slightly annoyed.
"What took you so long?" PJ asked.
"You're so late!" Chris complained.
"I'm so sorry guys, I overslept," I said, panting.
"Alex said you weren't in your bed when he got up."
"I, er, fell asleep in the library when I was studying." They looked skeptical, but seemed to accept my answer. "Lets go, then! No use standing around making us even later," I said, trying to change the subject.
Chris rolled his eyes dramatically, but they let it go and as we walked, we fell into conversation about the upcoming Hufflepuff v. Ravenclaw match. PJ was one of the best chasers Hogwarts had ever seen and he knew it. Though he was humble about it, you could still see the pride in his eyes when he talked about Quidditch. I did my best to convince him that Hufflepuff would win, but he was having none of it. He knew that one of our beaters had been injured during the last match and he was still recovering. We had been forced to conduct emergency tryouts to fill the position and ended up with some third year who was rather large and could swing the bat hard, but had trouble aiming. When he reminded me of this, I countered with the fact that we at least had decent beaters. The current Ravenclaw beaters were tiny and rather ineffective in the game. Our debate over who would win carried us all the way to the Three Broomsticks, where we finally called on Chris to settle the dispute. He was in Gryffindor so he was the most impartial judge we had. Chris put on an exaggeratedly thoughtful face and finally said, "Ravenclaw will catch the snitch, but Hufflepuff will win."
PJ and I both looked at him, shocked at his unexpected prediction. It rarely ever happened that the team that caught the snitch was not the one that won.
"What?" Chris asked seriously. "Bryarly is a really good seeker, but Alfie has been getting a lot better lately and I think he's going to do really well next time."
Chris's wild prediction and the arrival of our drinks effectively ended our argument. I drank greedily from my butterbeer. It worked wonderfully to counteract the cold January weather. I felt its warmth spread through my body as I looked around at the other students who had all taken shelter in the restaurant.
"Peej, Zoe Ella is staring at you," Chris whispered.
PJ's eyes widened and he choked on his butterbeer. Chris and I doubled over in laughter at his reaction. Glancing over at the table Chris had indicated, I saw that Zoe was indeed giggling to her friends and repeatedly glancing over at our table. She was now blushing having realized that we had noticed her. Chris slapped PJ on the back as he came up from his butterbeer, spluttering.
"What's she doing looking at me for?"
"Well, I would say she likes you," I said, as though I were explaining addition to a third grader.
"Oh, shut up. She's a seventh year. There's no way she would be into me."
"Well, you do have beautiful eyes," said Chris in a mock-flirtatious voice.
"And you are a hot Quiddich player," I joined in, winking at him.
"Oh, stop. You're making me blush," said PJ, pretending to be abashed.
"You should go for that," said Chris.
"You mean like ask her out?" asked PJ. "No way. And wasn't she the one who was hanging all over James Potter last year?"
"Yeah, but now he's with Lily so it doesn't matter. And she's so hot, isn't she, Phil?"
"Oh, uh, yeah," I said. "You should do it Peej. No harm in trying." I had definitely learned that lesson the other night.
"Maybe," PJ said reluctantly. "You guys are ridiculous."
"No, Peej. We just want you to be happy," said Chris, taking PJ's hand and batting his eyelashes.
"Shut it," said PJ, pulling his hand our of Chris's grasp and hitting him on the shoulder with it. "And if you don't stop that, Zoe's going to think I'm gay anyway. Then I'll have no chance."
"Maybe you should ask her friend out, Chris," I suggested, indicating the girl sitting to Zoe's right.
"She's alright," he responded. "What about you then?" He glanced around the room then said, "How about that girl in the corner?"
"I'm happily single thank you very much."
"Unless of course you would rather ask out a guy. I'm always here for you, darling," Chris winked at me.
"Thanks, Chris. That means so much," I said sarcastically, throwing my napkin at his face, and trying to act nonchalant.
He made a big show, acting as though I had offended him in the most egregious manner.
Despite the close call with an awkward conversation, it was nice to be with Chris and PJ. In the last few months we had all been so busy with school that we barely had any time to hang out with each other. We passed the time drinking our butterbeers, joking with each other, and complaining about teachers. I told them briefly about the potion project I was doing with Slughorn, though I neglected to tell them that I was less excited about the potion and more about whom I got to work with. As it turned out, PJ was having extra lessons with McGonagall because he was so good at Transfiguration. And Chris was working part time at the Wizarding Wireless Network Headquarters.
Our conversation came to a halt when we heard high-pitched giggling approaching our table. "Hey PJ," Zoe said, flashing him a bright smile.
"Hey Zoe." PJ returned the smile and looked up at her with his green eyes.
"Good job in the match the other day. You're a really fantastic chaser."
"I do my best," he said, leaning back nonchalantly in his chair and running his hand casually through his hair.
"That last goal you scored was so amazing!" Zoe said in awe.
"Thank you," he responded, looking up at her through his long eyelashes. "It's nice to know I'm appreciated."
"Yeah, well, I'll see you around." She smiled at him again and, blushing slightly, walked out the door with her friends following closely behind her and giggling like mad.
"His eyes are so gorgeous!" we heard one of her friends whisper.
"Told you so," said Chris.
PJ just rolled his eyes. "Do you guys mind if we stop by Spintwitches? I need to pick up some stuff for my broom."
We stood up and as I reached into my pocket to take out money to pay, my hand curled around a piece of paper. Dan's note. I had transferred it into my pocket that morning when I had changed so I could keep it with me. I suddenly got very excited and did not mind the fact that we were about to walk outside into freezing weather.
Shoving the note deeper into my pocket, I paid and followed the other two out the door.
When we got to Spintwitches, PJ went to go look at the twig-tail clippers and asked Chris to help him pick the best ones. Chris did not play Quidditch himself, but both of his parents had played professionally so he knew more about the sport than just about anyone at Hogwarts.
Not needing anything for myself, I contented myself with looking at the brooms in the window. There was a new Comet 260 sitting on the right, but my attention was grabbed by the Nimbus 1001 on the left. It was beautiful and glossy and looked like the fastest broom ever made. I went about inspecting every inch of it. Every twig of the tail was perfectly in line and the handle had just the right curve. Running my fingers along it, I could almost feel the power that it had. I knew that I would never be able to afford it, at least while I was still a student, but I could not help from imagining myself taking it out for a ride. Maybe Chris's parents owned one. I would have to ask him if I could borrow it over summer.
Suddenly, a familiar voice interrupted my thoughts. "I have to do something, I'll catch up with you guys in a minute."
Looking up, I saw Dan standing outside of the window. He winked at me, jerked his head indicating that I should follow him, and began to walk away. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that PJ and Chris were in a deep discussion about the twig-tail clippers. Not bothering to tell them I was leaving, I slipped out the door and followed Dan. I stayed a good distance behind him, not wanting anyone to know that I was following him—though in the cold January weather, there were not many people on the streets. I watched his graceful, tall, slender figure walk in front of me until he suddenly disappeared around the corner into a small alleyway. When I reached it, I saw him waiting for me in the shadows.
"I got your note," I said as I approached him.
"Did you have any other plans tonight?" He looked slightly nervous.
"Nothing more important than you," I said, winking.
"Good," he said, visibly relaxing. He looked at the ground. "Listen, I just wanted to say thanks for talking to me last night. I don't know what I would have done…."
"Are you feeling better about everything?"
"It's still… weird. Its going to take some getting used to, but I'll learn."
"I can teach you," I said, taking his head in my hands and looking him in the eyes. "Want to learn something right now?"
I saw a small smile play across his lips and he gave a small, eager nod.
I took a step forward, pushing him up against the wall. Slowly, I brought his head down to mine and my lips to his. He responded immediately, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling my body close to his. I tangled my hands through his snowflake-dusted hair and I felt his large hands squeeze my waist. For a moment, I was lost in everything that was Dan. The taste of his mouth, the smell of his skin, the feel of his hair, the warmth of his body. I brought my hands down from his face and moved them across his chest, feeling the soft outline of his muscle through the fabric of his shirt. He exhaled at my touch. His warm breath washed over my skin, tickling my frozen nose. Slipping my hands carefully down into his back pockets, I began to trail kisses across his jaw line and down his neck. Soon, he cupped one hand to my cheek and brought my lips back up to his.
Eventually, we broke apart and I sighed, leaning my forehead against his.
"We should get back to our friends before they start to wonder," I whispered, not wanting to move.
"I can't wait for tonight," Dan said, kissing the tip of my nose, which made butterflies erupt in my stomach. He looked directly into my eyes and his smoldering gaze made me blush.
"I'm looking forward to it," I said, brushing my lips against his one last time. And with that, I stepped out of Dan's arms and walked quickly back to PJ and Chris.
They were still there, now looking at different broom polishes. They had not even noticed that I had left.
"What are you smirking about," Chris asked when I walked up to them.
"What? Um, nothing. I dunno," I responded, quickly returning my expression to a more normal, not just-been-kissed-by-the-most-beautiful-guy-on-the-planet one.
"Yeah, you're right. I'll think I'll go with this one," PJ said, taking a rather dark but warm colored polish from the shelf. "It's a little pricy but I think it will be better for my broom. Did you guys want to get anything?"
"Nope," said Chris.
"Well, the new Nimbus would be nice, but that's not going to happen," I said, desperately trying to pull myself back down to earth, but a new image of Dan and I flying around on it together over the countryside made this difficult. Thoughts crept into my head of the feeling of Dan's arms wrapped tightly around me and his body pressed up against my back…. I shook my head to clear it.
Having no place else that we wanted to go, we decided to head back the castle. Most other students were still in Hogsmead so I saw no problem letting PJ and Chris into the Hufflepuff common room, where they promptly started a game of Exploding Snap. Though I loved being in Hogsmead, it was a relief to be back inside the warm common room by the fire. I tried to go through my potions book in an effort to come up with new ideas for our next potions meeting to impress Dan, but with PJ and Chris there I was too distracted so I gave up quickly and joined in the game. As the time ticked by, I got more and more excited which made it difficult to concentrate on the game. I narrowly avoided getting my eyebrows singed off twice.
I was thankful when Hufflepuffs began to stream back into the common room having returned from Hogsmead. Ushering PJ and Chris out, I ran to my dormitory to get ready. There was not much for me to do, but I felt better at least making an effort rather than just waiting around. I ran a comb through my hair vigorously, but unable to straighten my already perfectly straight hair any further I gave up. I paced nervously back and forth, obsessively checking my reflection in the mirror and thinking about what was to come. I did not know why I was so nervous. I was still firm on my commitment to take things slow. I wanted to make him want me enough to stay with me but I did not want to do anything that would make him feel uncomfortable enough to never want anything to do with me again. Tonight, I would do nothing more than hold him close and kiss him with everything I had. Just as I was drawing those lines in my head for what I would and would not do, Alex and Carrie walked into the dorm, hand in hand.
"Hey Phil," said Alex.
"Hey guys," I smiled, glad for the distraction. As much as I had wanted Chris and PJ to leave earlier so I could get ready, now that they were gone, I was becoming jittery with anticipation. "Did you guys have fun today?"
"Yeah, it was great," responded Carrie. "You?"
"Yeah. PJ, Chris and I had a great time. Oh, you should tell PJ to ask Zoe out," I said to Alex. "She's totally into him but he's too scared to make a move."
"Okay, will do," said Alex.
"They would make an… interesting couple," commented Carrie. "I always got the feeling she only likes guys for their looks. But maybe she has changed."
"Well either way, she's hot," said Alex, earning a punch in the arm from his girlfriend. "Well not as hot as you of course!" he said, kissing her on the cheek. She still glared at him but ruined the effect by giggling. As he took her hand and led her over to his bed, I took that as my cue to leave.
"I'll see you guys later then," I said, quickly exiting the room.
Glancing at my watch, I saw that I had plenty of time to make it up to the seventh floor. My body wanted to sprint up all the stairs and through the corridors but I made myself walk at a normal pace. I did not want to be exhausted or out of breath when I saw Dan. I made myself look at all the portraits and count every stair to try to distract myself. But before I had reached the third floor, my mind was already consumed with memories of our kiss earlier that day. These thoughts carried me all the way to the door opposite the painting of the trolls. I found the ornate door easily and stopped in front of it, taking a breath. Then I grabbed the door handle and pushed it open.
Dan was already there, waiting for me.
"Hey Dan," I said, unable to keep my face from splitting into a smile.
"Hi Phil," Dan breathed. He crossed the room in three long strides and before I knew what was happening, he had my head in his hands and his lips had crashed into mine. A wave of delight spread through my body. I had been waiting for this moment all day long and now that it was here, it was more perfect than I had imagined. Our meeting in Hogsmead had been nice. Pleasant. Delicate. But it had been nowhere near enough to be satisfying. It had only made me want him more. And it seemed like it had the same effect on Dan. His soft lips moved eagerly against mine. As I wound my fingers through his perfectly straight hair, his tongue asked for entry into my mouth and I quickly granted it.
I met his enthusiasm with equal passion, but it troubled me that he was being so forward. Some part of me thought that it might have been because he felt obligated in some way or that he was just doing what he thought I wanted him to do. I wanted him to want to be with me because he actually wanted to, not because he thought it would make his problems disappear. With this in mind, I said, "Dan, whatever happens tonight, if you feel uncomfortable at all just—"
"Phil, I know. I promise I will tell you if I want to stop," he said quickly. "Now just shut up and kiss me." And he devoured my mouth again.
Every thought I had about holding back tonight for Dan's benefit was instantly obliterated when I felt Dan's hands slide down my back and grab my ASs. I groaned as he pulled me closer to him, grinding his hips into mine.
"Someone's feeling a little naughty," I whispered as he began to plant deep kisses on my neck.
He winked and gave me a little shove so I fell backwards onto the couch. Climbing on top of me, he brought his lips back to mine and wound his hands through my hair, tugging gently. As he wound his tongue with mine and moved his hands firmly down over my chest, my arousal hit me like a brick. I knew that from this point forward, there was no turning back. The only thing to do was figure out from whom I would be getting my release tonight: him or myself.
An internal struggle raged within me. Dan was being so damn sexy, but I did not want to risk screwing things up him. As he unbuttoned the top button of my shirt and began to rub the tips of his fingers over this small, newly exposed area of flesh, my lust began to guide my logic in a different direction. I knew Dan was not a virgin; given the small size of the school it was difficult to sleep with anyone at Hogwarts and not have everyone find out. Dan had earned a little bit of a reputation for being a player already so I knew nothing would actually be that new to him. And it certainly seemed like he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
"Do you want to try something else tonight?" I asked when Dan finally broke the kiss, breathless.
He looked directly into my eyes as if searching for an answer there. I felt his heart rate quicken and his breathing became slightly more shallow.
"No pressure," I said, bringing my hand up and stroking his cheek. He leaned into my palm and closed his eyes for a moment.
"Yes," he breathed, opening his eyes.
The atmosphere changed instantaneously. Dan became submissive, awaiting my guidance. I pushed him off of me and rolled on top of him. I was no longer the innocent one that my friends believed me to be. I was the dominant one. I was the teacher. And Dan was about to learn a thing or two.
I leaned down and took his mouth in mine. Despite his acceptance of my dominance, he kissed me back even more passionately than before. Even though I wanted Dan now, I made a decision to take this slowly.
I began by slowing the kiss, making it deeper and more passionate than the quick, fiery, kisses we had shared before. His whole body responded to this change; he seemed to relax yet get more excited all at the same time. I could sense the onset of his arousal. I moved my hand slowly and deliberately down from his neck. Dan moaned into my mouth as I gently teased his nipple through his shirt. He brought his hands up to my shoulders as I continued to move my hand down his perfect body, my fingers trailing over his abs and across his waistband. I grabbed his butt and squeezed it in time with the rhythm of our kisses, eliciting yet another throaty moan from him. Sure he was not uncomfortable with where things were going, I let my hand continue its journey down Dan's body, stopping just above his knee when I could not reach any further. I then brought my hand around to the inside of his thigh and began to move my hand back up, squeezing and teasing this sensitive area as I went. As my hand got higher and higher, I moved more slowly, making my intentions clear.
When Dan realized where I was going, his breathing quickened. I let my hand rest just below the apex of his thighs, allowing him time to pull away if he wanted, but he continued to move his mouth against mine just as passionately, if not even more desperately. I slowly moved my hand to his crotch and gave it a slight squeeze. I felt him immediately stiffen under me and I broke our kiss, looking him directly in the eyes.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.
"No," he replied breathless, his eyes wide and giving his head a slight shake. "Don't stop." He pulled my head back down to his, thrusting his tongue into my mouth with a sense of desperation that I took as a wish for me to continue.
Inflamed with newfound desire, I began to massage his groin, smiling to myself when I felt him begin to grow hard under my touch. I felt his hand slide under my shirt and begin to explore my chest. His fingers raked through my thin chest hair and slid over the sensitive skin just below my navel. His confidence turned me on more than I already was. I felt myself begin to grow hard, desperate to break out of the material that confined me. He whimpered as I removed my hand from his groin and brought it around to his butt again. I chuckled at his reaction and repositioned myself so I was more on top of him.
I ground my hips into his, pulling his body closer to mine. Pressing the growing bulge in my pants against his, I vowed to make him realize just how earth-shattering being with another man could be. Our kisses grew more impassioned as we reveled in our mutual stimulation.
"Phil," Dan said, breaking the kiss, "I want you so bad."
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"What do you think?" He grabbed my hand and brought it back down to his crotch, making me feel just how much he really needed me.
I smiled and gave him a quick squeeze before bringing both hands up to the collar of his shirt. He tangled his hands through my hair as I began to unbutton his shirt, trailing kisses down his chest as I went. When I reached his navel, I peaked up at him. He eyes were shut and his lips slightly parted; I marveled again at how perfect his face was. Dipping my tongue into his belly button, I saw his eyes fly open in shock, but they quickly fluttered closed as I continued downward with my kisses.
I slowly unbuckled his belt and dropped it to the floor. As I began to unbutton his pants, my hands became unsteady with nervous excitement. This was Dan. Brilliant, talented, powerful, gorgeous, Dan. And he was at my mercy.
As I began to slowly remove his pants, his hands left my hair and he grabbed onto the armrest of the couch above his head. Dropping his pants next to his belt on the floor, I returned my attention to his now almost free erection. I wrapped my hand around his length and gradually began to move up and down, massaging him through the thin fabric.
"Phil… please," Dan said quietly after a while. His voice was husky and rough and sexy as hell.
His eyes were screwed shut and he had a death grip on the armrest, but his voice let me know that he would not be complaining if I went further. I trailed my fingers over the edge of his boxers, making him squirm under me as my light touch tickled his skin. Hooking my thumbs under the fabric of his underwear, I gently pulled them off of his body, leaving Dan naked except for his unbuttoned shirt. Seeing him wanton and hard, his naked body stretched out in front of me made my own erection press even harder against the restraining fabric of my pants.
I placed my hand back on his long shaft, this time without the barrier of fabric, and began to pump my hand up and down again. A small moan escaped Dan's lips as he raised his hips slightly. He had completely surrendered to my touch; I felt powerful being in complete control of his pleasure.
Moving my hands to his hips, I lowered my mouth to him. I ran my tongue slowly up his length from base to tip, causing Dan to arch his back in pleasure. I repeated this motion again and again, swirling my tongue around his head when I reached it. His hips moved in time with my touch and he inhaled sharply when I gently scraped my teeth over his tip.
Taking him in my mouth, I began to suck, moving my head up and down over his length.
"Oh my god… Phil," Dan moaned with longing.
I could tell he was close, but I did not want him to come yet. Pulling back so that my tongue could trace over his head, I wrapped my hand around his length again, pumping hard enough to bring him to the brink but not enough to make him come. His moans grew louder and louder as I teased him.
"Phil! Please, Phil!" he managed to say in between incoherent whimpers of pleasure.
I took mercy on him and recaptured his length in my mouth, sucking hard. As I pumped my mouth up and down over his shaft, he matched my rhythm with thrusts from his hips, driving himself even deeper into my mouth.
"Oh god… Phil! I'm gonna come!" Dan shouted.
A second later, he exploded in my mouth, his body shuddering as his orgasm rolled through him.
I swallowed and traced kisses back up his flawless body. He was breathing hard, his eyes still closed, and his hands clung limply to the armrest. I placed a gentle kiss on his lips and his eyes fluttered open.
"Thank you," he said, looking me in the eyes. He released the armrest and tangled his hands in my hair again, pulling my lips back to his.
Suddenly, Dan flipped me over so that I was now underneath him and he was straddling my lap.
"What are you doing?" I asked, startled.
"I'm going to return the favor," he smiled, mischievously.