Chapter 47 - Chapter 46
It's a wonderfully warm midsummer day, but there's a chill in the air… at least at a certain table within the Three Broomsticks, located in Hogsmeade. Indeed, the atmosphere at the table is tense as can be… and all because two of the table's occupants do NOT want to be there.
Sitting on one side of the table, Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet are holding tightly to their butterbeers. They aren't drinking them, but merely squeezing them for dear life, barely resisting the urge to gnash their teeth together as they glare daggers at the two wizards sitting on the other side of the table.
By comparison, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle are… entirely calm. Perfectly composed. And all around enjoying their own butterbeers, taking simple little sips here and there as they relax into companionable silence. With each other, of course… there's nothing companionable about the vibes that Angeline and Alicia are currently giving off.
But then to be fair, was it really their fault? The two dark-skinned witches had every reason to be peeved. This was the summer before their final year at Hogwarts. They were both about to be Seventh Years, and yes while that came with the pressure of passing their NEWTs, it also came with the joy of knowing they were going to graduate and make their way out into the world very soon.
And yet here they were. Forced to meet with a pair of soon-to-be Fifth Years. And not just any Fifth Years, but Slytherin Fifth Years at that. And not just any Slytherin Fifth Years, but the damn BEATERS for the Slytherin Quidditch Team! To say Angelina and Alicia had a lot of animosity towards Vincent and Greg would be an understatement. They were rivals, but not the sort of friendly rivalry you would hope to cultivate. No, the rivalry between House Slytherin and House Gryffindor was as bitter when it came to Quidditch as it was when it came to anything else.
Oh, but of course Angelina and Alicia's parents didn't care about any of that. Childish hogwash, they called it. Never mind that Hogwarts had been the two witches' lives for the past seven years. Never mind that it wasn't childish to them. The Johnson and Spinnet Families were both employed by businesses run by the Crabbe and Goyle Families. And so a decision had been made without Angelina or Alicia's input. A decision to arrange a pair of marriages for their wayward daughters, lest the two girls grow up to be spinsters and never find anyone for themselves.
Angelina was now engaged to wed Vincent Crabbe, while Alicia was engaged to wed Gregory Goyle. And NEITHER young woman was at ALL happy about it.
Finally, Angelina breaks the silence at the table by letting out a snarl.
"We're going to fight this; I hope you know. Neither of us intends to marry you. You got that, you little shits?"
Vincent and Gregory both exchange a knowing glance at that. Its funny, despite Angelina and Alicia's anger, despite Angelina's harsh words… both girls are decked out in all of the best beauty charms. Now, considering that neither had used many of those before, Crabbe and Goyle had come to the shared conclusion that they'd been applied by others, possibly Angelina and Alicia's mothers.
Neither of the beautiful black witches looked happy about that either, but in the end it didn't really matter whether they looked happy or not. The beauty charms made even their anger, frustration, and fury look gorgeous on their beautiful faces. In fact, as Angelina scowls at them both, far from marring her beauty, it only enhances it, making her look even hotter than she already did.
Finally looking back at their fiancés, Vincent shrugs and speaks for himself and Gregory.
"Fair enough. If you two can get your parents to break things off, we won't mind all that much."
That simple admission takes both Angelina and Alicia back, with Angelina fully leaning back in her chair in confusion. Of course, even confusion looks cute on her, her plump lips pursing in a baffled pout.
"You… wouldn't?"
Shaking his head, Gregory leans in next.
"'Course not. Should be your choice, obviously. Merlin, I wish our parents would let us make our own choices. Like Vincent said, if you can get yours to break off the engagements, more power to ya! If we tried with our fathers, they'd Crucio us both for five minutes straight, easily!"
Bafflement turns to outright shock at that confession, with both Angelina and Alicia looking horrified by Gregory Goyle's brutal honesty. There's a moment where the two beautiful black witches do try to figure out if he's lying or not… but in the end, they're in a certain state of… gullibility at the moment. Of course, it wouldn't have mattered even if they weren't. Because Gregory isn't lying.
Either way, his words have the intended effect. Both Angelina and Alicia suddenly look a lot less certain of getting out of their engagements. Because while Vincent and Gregory might have just given their tacit support to the endeavor, they'd also made it abundantly clear that their fathers wouldn't allow it in the same breath. And given the disparity in power between the Gregory and Goyle Families and the Johnson and Spinnet Families… well.
For a long moment, the two dark-skinned witches fall silent. Finally, Angelina crosses her arms over her chest. Or rather, she attempts to. In actuality, all she manages to do is cross her arms UNDER her chest, pushing up her bust and giving it more of a showing. She's not the most well-endowed in the chest region, but she's got a good handful apiece, both Vincent and Gregory notice.
"W-Well… don't think we're going to let you dictate what we do with our lives, even if the marriages do happen. We're not going to be your submissive little housewives. And we're definitely not going to stop playing Quidditch. I'd rather die than trade out my flying broom for a broom and a dustpan, got it?"
Alicia nods her head in vehement agreement with everything Angelina is saying. Meanwhile, Crabbe and Goyle exchange another look between each other before turning back to the two girls.
"Err… why would we try and stop you from playing Quidditch?"
"Yeah, you two are amazing Chasers."
The unexpected praise completely throws Angelina and Alicia off right as they're getting themselves worked up again. Once more, the two girls can only sit there in silence for a moment.
"… What?"
Shrugging, Vincent grins.
"Like Greg said, you guys are great. Not expecting you to stop playing."
Gregory then leans forward, his eyes twinkling.
"Hey! Do you guys think you could go pro after Hogwarts, maybe?"
And that right there was hitting the nail on the head. Because that was no less than both Angelina and Alicia's fondest dream. Their deepest desire. Neither witch wanted to settle down and be forced to marry some Slytherin wizard two years younger than them. They wanted to graduate from Hogwarts and be scouted by a Professional Quidditch Team. They wanted to play for a team like the Holyhead Harpies or something!
And now here Gregory Goyle was, flat out asking them if they thought they might be able to. And Vincent Crabbe was promising they'd support them all the way. It's in that moment that their defenses really start to crack. It's in that moment that Angelina and Alicia find themselves infected by Vincent and Gregory's energy. The two beautiful black witches even lean forward the same way Greg is, with Angelina tucking a lock of hair behind her ear and Alicia biting her lower lip.
"W-Well, we certainly hope to, y-yeah."
"It'd be great if we got scouted, obviously. This is our last year… with Angelina as Team Captain, we might just have a chance."
Not stopping for even a second, Crabbe and Goyle encourage their fiancés to continue talking about their hopes and dreams, encouraging them to pursue their Quidditch plans all the while. And slowly but surely, the two girls loosen up around the two boys. Until one thing leads to another and well…
-x-X-x-
It should be said… Dudley Dursley was not the only one to benefit from his time travel. No, quite a few others had also benefited from the lack of Harry Potter at Hogwarts. They'd benefited from Dudley replacing his cousin. And none save for Dudley himself had benefited more than Crabbe and Goyle. The two boys had their fortune changed by their entanglement with one Hermione Granger.
If their fathers knew that their sons had only gotten so smart because of a mudblood's tutoring, it might not have stopped at Crucio. Then again, if they then found out that said mudblood had been reduced to little more than the Slytherin boys' communal fuck toy, their fathers might have been more understanding. Probably not though. Neither Crabbe Sr. nor Goyle Sr. were what a reasonable person would call 'understanding'.
But Crabbe and Goyle… or rather, Vincent and Gregory… they were nothing like their fathers. Not anymore. Hermione's influence on them was pronounced. The two boys had grown beyond their initial role in being Draco Malfoy's muscle… and then they'd even grown beyond their teacher herself and turned her into their pet.
And in doing so, they'd gotten good at manipulating witches into doing the things they wanted them to do. They'd learned how to lie. They'd learned how to fib. And most importantly of all… they'd learned how to bend the truth to their ultimate advantage to get whatever they wanted. Case in point…
"Oooooh Merlin! You're so BIG!"
"Heh, you know it babe. Oh, is it okay if I call you that? I get it if you don't want me to."
"You can call me whatever you want, just keep FUCKING me!"
"Fuck yeah!"
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
As Vincent fucks Angelina on the bed, plowing her beautiful black body into the mattress and pounding down into her in a consummate mating press, Greg and Alicia are watching from a nearby chair. The second dark-skinned witch is just as naked as her friend, sitting in Gregory Goyle's lap as she slowly slides up and down his big white cock. Moaning mewls leave Alicia's lips while she rides him in his lap, watching her best friend get RAILED right in front of her.
Reaching around to her from behind, Greg pinches Alicia's nipples between his fingers, giving them experimental tugs this way and that as she moans all the louder and clenches down around his cock time and time again.
"Yeah baby? You like that? You like it when I play with your tits while you ride me?"
Panting heavily, Alicia nods her head rapidly, not trusting herself to speak. In response, Greg just chuckles darkly.
"Look at your friend. Look at how much she's enjoying herself. Fuck… we'll do that sometime yeah? I'll just pin you down and have a go at you. Maybe later this year, at Hogwarts. Would you like that?"
Mewling, Alicia just shivers as his words wash over her. Until her fiancé decides he's not taking silence for an answer anymore and reaches up to grab her by the jaw. Not too harshly, but certainly forcefully.
"Hey. I asked you a question."
His tone makes it clear he expects an answer. Alicia moans, partially wanting to tell him to fuck off. That had been what she and Angelina had been planning to say to the two boys when they came to this stupid prearranged date today. Instead… instead THIS was happening.
"Yessss… f-fuck. I want it… I want you…"
Snickering into her ear, Gregory Goyle lets go of Alicia's jaw.
"Damn straight you do."
He returns to feeling her up. To playing with her body. Alicia just moans some more, loving how good it feels. She's still a little out of it. Neither she nor Angelina were expecting Crabbe and Goyle to be so… personable. So charming. They've both been taken in by their fiancés at this point, and all Alicia can do is moan as Greg thrusts up into her from below.
Meanwhile, over on the bed… Angelina Johnson is currently very much not the strong, independent woman she always portrays herself as. The Gryffindor Quidditch Captain is nowhere to be seen at the moment. In her place is a beautiful dark-skinned BITCH who takes Vincent Crabbe's entirely cock inside of her again and again and simply can't get enough of it. As he fills her with his dick, Vincent grins down at her pleasured face, his hands on her tits, mauling them both to his heart's content.
"You like that, babe? You like my big fat cock stirring up your insides?"
"Nnnngh! You know I d-do. F-Fuck, don't stop! PLEASE don't stop!"
Snickering, Vincent shakes his head.
"Not going to, babe. Not going to stop for even a second."
Part of him is tempted to, of course. Part of him wants to stop and see what sort of concessions he'll be able to get out of her in exchange for continuing. Like can he get her to give up Quidditch right here and now? Can he convince her to throw the entire upcoming year's Quidditch Season, to make sure Gryffindor loses every game so Slytherin has an easy path to victory?
… Probably not. Not yet anyways. Which is why Vincent doesn't say anything. Because even though he can see Gregory over in the chair going a little harder and a little faster with Alicia… every girl is different. Every witch requires a different sort of approach. Alicia Spinnet is a follower. She's a sheep. Gregory already has her all but eating out of his hand and by the end of today, he'll be able to convince her of anything.
Angelina Johnson on the other hand… not so much. She's a she-wolf. An alpha bitch. She'll take a little while longer to break down properly. But as Vincent plows her on the bed, pounding her unprotected pussy with his big fat cock and getting ready to blow his load deep in her womb… he's not too worried about it. He's not overly concerned.
If this is how the two girls are just one meeting in, then he and Greg will definitely have their fiancés eating out of the palms of their hands by the end of their first month back at Hogwarts. With a lustful grin, he leans down and captures one of Angelina's nipples in his mouth, biting down on her teat and provoking a loud squeal from the gorgeous black tomboy of a witch as she orgasms on his cock. In the end, he knew it was only a matter of time.
Little known fact about beauty charms for witches… those who forewent them as much as possible got hit a lot harder by the side effects the first time they used them. A pair of tomboys like Angelina and Alicia? They never stood a chance.