Draco's Pov
"Educational Decree number twenty-four. All Student Organisations, Societies, Teams, Groups, and Clubs are henceforth disbanded. An Organisation, Society, Team, Group, or Club is hereby defined as a regular meeting of three or more students. Students may seek permission to re-form. No Student Organisation, Society, Team, Group, or Club may exist without the knowledge and approval of the High Inquisitor. Any student found to have formed, or to belong to, an Organisation, Society, Team, Group, or Club that the High Inquisitor has not approved will be expelled," the announcement proclaimed over the loudspeaker.
"Fucking hell! We need permission to play Quidditch now?" Blaise complained, tossing his quill onto the table.
We'd been studying in the Great Hall together to complete our homework when the evergrowing list of decrees had interrupted our quiet reprieve.
I snapped my quill, and the ink splattered all over my parchment, "Fuck me."
"This wonky bitch is really starting to spoil my year," Mattheo muttered under his breath as he shoved a Sugar Quill in his mouth, "What's she going to do next?"
The loudspeaker's crackle rang again, and we groaned, "Educational Decree number twenty-five. Broomsticks may only be flown on school grounds during authorized Quidditch practice."
"That wasn't too bad, I supposed. Not like you need to fly your broom unless it's during a game," Lorenzo told us brightly.
I scowled at him. It was bad enough that she was here, let alone posting these ridiculous rules every damn day.
"Someone needs to do something about her," Fey said off-handedly as she wrote her Herbology essay.
"Yeah, shove her in the toilets with Myrtle and let her drown," Theo proposed, scratching an item off his to-do list.
"As interesting as that idea is," I told them, "I have a better one."
My words piqued their interest, and they turned to face me.
"Do tell Malfoy. What idea have you got stashed in that pretty little head of yours," Mattheo teased.
"We get on her good side. If she thinks we're helping her, she won't believe we're pulling one over on her."
"I don't know, I hate doing Defense against the Dark Arts. Wouldn't this mean we'd have to spend more time with her?" Lorenzo pointed out, grimacing as he leaned into Fey's side.
Realization Dawned on Theo, Blaise, and Mattheo, "Yeah, no way. Her scratchy voice gives me nightmares."
They ranted about how awful Umbridge was, and while I agreed, I was willing to put it aside to gain some benefit of leniency with the growing list of ridiculous rules. I turned back to my parchment and finished my Potions Essay. Rolling it tightly, I stuffed it into my bag and shoved Theo lightly on the shoulder, "Smoke?"
He nodded and closed his book before packing up to join me. Umbridge had outlawed smoking for students and staff members, and anyone caught with the contraband would be expelled or fired. But Umbridge hadn't met Theo yet, and he wouldn't give up his nicotine because of her stupid little rules.
We walked slowly through the corridors, and I steered us up the stairs toward the Astronomy tower. The tower was empty this late, and Professors were busy with their clubs and study sessions rather than patrolling for smoking students.
I leaned against the rail, and Theo handed me his pack, followed by his lighter. I wasn't much of a smoker but could occasionally appreciate it. We stood silently for a moment, appreciating the spectacular view of the Forbidden Forest, until he cleared his throat and turned to face me.
"Why did you bring me here, Draco?"
Taking a drag, I raised my brow in question before shrugging my shoulder, "I need your help."
He smirked, "The great Draco Malfoy needs my help?"
"Shut it, Nott. I need your help getting close to Umbridge. I want Flint expelled, and I know she's dying to expel someone."
"You just want to control who she's expelling?"
I nodded, flicking my ash over the edge and watching it fall.
"Not a bad idea, but I figured you would want to do more than expelle him."
I did. I wanted to watch him drown in his own blood while begging for his life. I wanted to watch the life fade from his eyes and feel his body go limp, but Fey was too kind. She told us not to kill him, so I wouldn't, but that didn't mean I wouldn't ruin his life.
Rafe Flint would have nothing when I was done with him. He and his entire family would be nothing before this school year was out.
"Fey doesn't want us to kill him," I looked into Theo's eyes. My friend of nearly eight years searched my face. He was looking for something, a promise of revenge, pain, or suffering, and he must have found what he wanted because he nodded.
"I'll help you. Lorenzo and Blaise, too. Fey..."
"No, not Fey."
"Not, Fey," He agreed.
"Pansy maybe, and a few other bored Slytherins? Easy to control ones. Third and fourth years?"
He nodded, taking a long drag before letting it out, "The rules will get worse."
"I'm counting on it. I want him to suffer a little before he leaves."
"And then?"
Possibilities filled my mind. I grinned, "And then the real fun will begin."
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Fey's Pov
Theo and Draco had been sneaking off for weeks now. It was nearly Halloween, and I hadn't had a night where we were all together in so long I was starting to worry. Mattheo and Blaise were constantly on guard, and Lorenzo had made it his duty to keep me distracted and laughing, but I knew he had noticed that I had been doing so less and less.
We were sitting around the fire tonight, and I read to Blaise as he lay his head in my lap. He had chosen a book of poetry off the shelf in the common room and asked me to just read it to him.
My voice was soft as I read, and Blaise let me stroke his cheek as he listened contently. Enzo and Mattheo leaned against the couch on the floor quietly, pretending not to listen.
"The fountains mingle with the river.
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit, meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—
See the mountains kiss high heaven.
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven.
If it disdained its brother,
And the sunlight clasps the earth.
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?"(Percy Shelley)
I flicked through the pages until I found another that interested me from the collection of odd works.
"Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle.
Even your breasts smell of it.
While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies.
I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.
How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me.
My savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times, we have seen the Morning Star burn.
Kissing our eyes and over our heads.
The gray light unwinds in turning fans.
My words rained over you, stroking you.
For a long time, I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains.
Bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees."(Pablo Neruda)
I hummed in thought before closing the book and my eyes. Feeling tired, I let myself relax against the couch and felt the warmth of Blaise under my palm, Enzo and Matty against my legs. The sounds of the common room around us faded until there was nothing but us as we relaxed.
There was movement on the floor, but feeling so comfortable, I ignored it, "Come on, love. Time for bed," Enzo muttered, taking my hand in his.
I peeked an eye open, and he smiled. He helped me move out from under Blaise, sleeping softly, and Mattheo, smoking a cigarette and staring into the blazing fire.
I bent at the waist and pecked Blaise on the cheek before giving Mattheo a sweet kiss, "Good night."
He nodded, pecking my lips again, "I'll come get you from Enzo's room in the morning."
Lorenzo took my hand and led me to his room. We received a few odd glances, but he narrowed his eyes and glared, sending them running.
Their dorm was empty when we arrived, and all their doors were closed. When we entered, he pulled me over to the farthest door on the left, and a candle flickered to life, casting a dull, warm light on his room.
The flickering light scattered a rainbow of colors along the stone walls from the stained glass window beside his bed. The large glass serpent slithered in its glass prison, watching them. His space was filled with dark mahogany bookshelves that lined the walls. Each was filled with titles and knickknacks that filled the room with warmth and a sense of home.
Lorenzo loosened his tie as he approached his wardrobe and rummaged inside before he pulled free a black Ballycastle Bats Quidditch Jersey, "Wear this, darling."
I sat on the edge of the bed, too tired to walk to the bathroom. Slipped off my robes and unbuttoned my blouse before unlatching my bra. When I pulled it down my arms and bared my chest, he turned to face me and froze.
He had taken off his shirt and trousers, and now, as he stood stock still, his eyes were glued to my naked chest, "I wasn't expecting you to be right... here." A dangerous need sparkled in his eyes as he soaked me in.
My mouth went dry, and my heart started to pound in my chest. I could feel the arousal slickening my thighs, and in a split-second decision, I dropped my bra and bared myself to him. I ignored his stare and continued to undress as he watched me.
Moving slowly, I unbuckled my shoes and rolled down my socks one at a time before unzipping my skirt. My hand faltered when I heard him groan, but I persisted and lifted my arse to pull it down my legs.
I was left in nothing by a scrap of green lace when he spoke, "Fey, you have no idea what you're doing to me," his voice was low and rough—sending shivers down my spine.
Looking up through my lashes, I gazed over his half-naked body, feeling risky and needy, "You have no idea what you're doing to me, Enzo..."
"Please let me touch you, Fey," he begged as his voice broke with need and desire.
Breathing slowly and deeply, I spread my thighs and met his eyes, "Please."
Without another word or warning, he dropped to his knees and placed his hands on my scars, spreading me farther apart.
"Fuck you're beautiful. I'm going to taste you, Fey," he whispered as his hands moved teasingly up and down my thighs, gripping and releasing the soft flesh before he kissed each of my puckered scars, "I'm going to fuck you with my tongue and make you come on my face."
I whimpered and reached for his face. Tracing my fingertips over his sharp jaw, needing to feel him, hold him in some way as he touched me.
He began placing soft kisses on my knee and moving up, but when he reached the gusset of my panties, he stopped and began again on my other leg, making me squirm in his grasp. When he reached my soft center again, he kissed my cloth-covered core tenderly and ran his fingertip around the edge of my panties, pulling them up and barely letting his fingers brush over my wet lower lips.
"Lorenzo, please," I begged, lifting my hips to touch his fingers.
He pulled away, hooked his thumbs in the waists of my panties, and yanked them down and off my legs before spreading me wide again. Without teasing me this time, he buried his face in my pussy, licking from my aching slit to my clit in a fluid stroke.
I groaned and arched against his face, moving my hands to his hair to hold him where he was. His tongue thrust into me and began to feast on my pussy, devouring me. Egged on by moans and encouraged my screams. I moved against his face, trying to find friction, and when I found none, I whimpered and tried to move his head where I wanted it.
He pulled away, chuckling, "That's not how this works, darling," his thick fingers circled my pussy as he spoke, "You're not in charge here. I don't care how much you moan or beg. I'm enjoying myself and won't let you rush me."
His fingers thrust into my, and he dove back down and bag to lick around my clit. Teasing me with what I needed, driving me close to the edge, and then pulling away. He curled his fingers against a delicious spot inside me and rubbed firmly, driving me mad.
Each time he brought me closer and closer to the edge, I wanted to cry when he yanked me back. I was whimpering and pleading now, trying to move my pussy against him, but he held me down against the bed as he worked my body in the most torturous way.
"Please, please, please," I cried, feeling the burn of tears at the edge of my eyes as he brought me closer again. He brought a hand up and began to pinch at my nipples. I looked down at him and his eyes as he began to suck on my clit.
"Please, Enzo, please," I begged again, digging my nails into his arm and tugging at his hair. I could feel the tingle of my orgasm nearing, and this time instead of pulling away, and pressed his tongue more firmly into my clit and rolled my nipple between his fingers. A devious glint sparkled in his eyes as he watched me.
I screamed as it washed over me. My toes curled, and my back arched off the bed as he continued to lap at me through it all. I whined and pulled at him, now begging him to stop, feeling overly sensitive, but he refused.
Lorenzo kept licking at my pussy as he fingered me. He only stopped when I moaned again, feeling a renewed pleasure coursing through me. He kissed each of my thighs and crawled on me before placing another kiss on my lips. I could taste myself there, but I didn't care. Our tongues mingled, and his hands cupped my face. We kissed for a long while, enjoying the intimate moment. Our chests pressed together, and our breath came out in heavy pants as we snogged.
My legs wrapped around his waist, and I pulled him closer.
"Mmm, my dirty, dirty girl. Do you still want me?"
I nodded, "Yes, please, Enzo."
His lips left mine and settled on my neck sucking and marking the soft spot between my neck and shoulder before he gripped my hips, and I felt his thick cock lined up at my entrance.
"Look at me, baby girl," he breathed.
I hadn't realized my eyes had closed. Opening them, I met his and wrapped my arms around his neck as he slowly pushed inside me. The intrusion stole the air from my lungs as he stretched me around his thick shaft. He pulled out again and then in, pausing.
My nails dug into his shoulders, and he groaned.
"Fuck baby, even after coming, you're so tight," he hissed.
I kept my eyes on him and breathed slowly. I feared I would panic, but I felt relaxed with him in sight. I let my hips move, and he groaned.
"Fucking hell, baby," he thrust into me in earnest. Hitting a deep part of me I couldn't reach with the purple abomination. Groaning, I clutched him closer and kept my eyes on him like he had ordered.
His eyes were half closed now, and I could feel him gripping me tighter around my hips, "You're taking me well, darling. Stretched around me, squeezing me," he grunted out, lowering his head to my chest and sucking my nipple into his mouth. I lifted my hips to meet him thrust for thrust and held on to him tightly, thriving at the connection out the skin on skin provided as he fucked me deep.
Lorenzo freed one hand from my hip to stroke my clit between our bodies, and I felt a new fire rise up where he stoked me. The new sensations and feelings flooded me inside and out, and I begged him and god to move faster and harder.
I wasn't sure why, but I knew I needed it. I knew I wanted it, and when the intensity grew and grew, I knew it had been the right decision.
My begging came out in an unintelligible jumble of words and phrases, "Please. God now, yes!" I gasped.
Lorenzo kissed my lips and gently wrapped one hand around my throat, forcing me to meet his gaze. His deep brown eyes, pupils fully dilated, "Thats it beautiful, look at me when you come. You can do it, baby. Come for me. Come for me again, baby," he demanded, stroking my clit in firm circles as he thrust into me in fast, hard movements.
I screamed his name and felt myself fall over the cliff at his demand. I kept my eyes on him as my muscles spasmed. My legs seized, and nails scrapped down his back.
"That's it, baby, come all over my cock while I fill you up,"
His filthy words only heightened my pleasure as his movements faltered, slowed, and stopped until he was panting over me. Lorenzo kissed me fiercely, taking control of my mouth and dominating. He took my face in both hands and claimed my mouth as his own, "I fucking love you, Fey," he whispered against my lips.
Tired and unsure after multiple orgasms, tears prickled my eyes, "You do?" It had been so long since someone had said those words to me that I was choked up with emotion, feeling wonderfully overwhelmed.
"I do. Not because of this," he clarified quickly, "I love you because you're strong. You're passionate and fierce. You're smart and kind. You're sweet and caring. You're everything I've ever wanted."
I was crying now. His sweet words stuck deep inside my heart and filled me with joy.
"I love you too, Enzo."