Rafe's Pov

Blood was dripping down my hand, but I didn't care. I was too focused on them. That fucking bastard touching her bare skin made me want to wrap my fingers around his throat until his eyes popped.

He was holding her like he owned her. Stroking her silky hair, kissing her cheek, and whispering in her ear.

His arms wrapped around her like he had some claim over her. My fingers twitched toward my wand as his filthy lips touched her perfect skin, but I held myself back, knowing that the common room wasn't the place to pick a fight.

Not when he and his friends had her wrapped around their fingers. It would just make me the bad guy. I couldn't have that, not when I wanted her in my arms again. She screamed and begged for me like she had all those years ago, and she would again.

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath as I remembered her sighing in pleasure and begging for more.

They must have brainwashed her or used the unforgivable to control her because there was no way in hell the Fey I remembered would go anywhere near those arseholes, not when she was always waiting for me.

A smile tilted my lips as I remembered taking another girl on a date after Fey. I had only done it to make her jealous, and it had worked so beautifully.

She had been so angry. She had watched me, practically followed me, and when I broke up with that bimbo Hufflepuff, she had gone to threaten her. She must have done an excellent job because the girl had transferred to another school within a week just to get away.

Realization dawned on me as I stood there watching her. She was trying to make me jealous and get under my skin by messing around with those lowlives.

I laughed to myself, my beautiful girl. You should know better.

She didn't need to make me jealous to have me all to herself again. I was already hers. I was always hers, and she was always mine.

This was going to make a hilarious story to tell at our wedding. I just needed to get them out of the way, keep them from fucking with our future any more than they already had.

"Fey, you'll be in my arms again."

Theo's Pov

"Did you give her the flowers?" Draco asked as his leg shook nervously from where he sat on the worn black sofa with a depressed Lorenzo, who gazed at the ceiling.

I nodded sadly. I had left the flowers outside her door after she had refused to let me inside to give them to her in person.

It had been a week since we had tried to speak with her and had our 'miscommunication.' She refused to talk to the three of us, only talking to Mattheo and Blaise, who was smug about the entire thing.

Every day, we left flowers at her door, presents in her robe pockets, and tried to bribe Mattheo into getting her to talk to us.

Nothing.

We were nearing Christmas now and were all nervous that we'd go our separate ways with her still angry at us.

To make it all worse, she had gotten buddy buddy with Potter and his friends while we were gone. Now, she liked to spend time with them, which meant even less time for us to potentially have with her.

Footsteps trailed lightly down the steps, and we held our breaths, waiting to see her.

When she landed on the green carpet of the final step, she looked around the common room, searching the faces of students until her eyes landed on us. Her face still revealing nothing, she steeled herself and approached us slowly.

"She's coming over," Draco whispered, his mouth hanging open and his eyes sparkling.

Enzo's head lolled over to look at us, but when his eyes saw Fey a few feet away from us, he scrambled to right himself and sat straight as a bored, eagerly waiting.

I was on guard, not hoping that our isolation would be over just yet. I wasn't sure we deserved to be spared so soon, not after seeing the red marks on her wrists.

She stopped before us and sighed, her shoulders falling as she looked us over, "Draco…"

"I am so sorry…"

Her palm pressed against his mouth, shutting him up, "Don't interrupt."

He nodded.

"If you ever do that again, I swear that I will have one of them," she said, waving her hands at us, "hex you seven ways to hell and back."

"Understood, darling. Never again."

She nodded, and her eyes turned to Lorenzo and me, observing us, "Are you going to tell me why you left?"

I wanted so badly to tell her why. To get everything off my chest and let her know that we were setting up something big. Something that we couldn't risk her being a part of, but Draco spoke before my resolve could break.

"No."

Her eyes were sad, "Were you with another woman?" she asked softly, her voice timid, like she was scared to ask but had to because the question had been playing in her mind.

Lorenzo grabbed her by hand and pulled her into his lap, "Never. We were working on something," he paused, looking for the right words, "Something important, but there was never another woman."

Her expression was still guarded, and it broke my heart. Falling to my knees in front of her, I let my cheek rest against her thigh, "There could never be another woman, Cara Mia. No one compares to you."

Draco kissed her neck, "We are yours. No woman could make us jeopardize that."

Finally, her face softened, and her body relaxed, "Does this mean that you'll stop giving me flowers now?"

I laughed, "If you want flowers, baby girl, you will have flowers."

"Anything you want," Draco promised.

Enzo slipped something in her hand and smiled, "Chocolate Cauldron."

Fey's Pov

"You should come to my house, love," Blaise said for the hundredth time that hour.

I smiled at him warmly, "I don't know. What about the others? I don't want them to think I'm playing favorites by choosing you to spend the holidays with."

He smirked, "You don't need to tell them, but you can tell me. I'm your favorite, right?" he winked as he slithered an arm around my waist.

A giggle escaped me before I could scold him, "You are so bad, Blaise Zabini."

He grinned as he used his larger body to crowd me against the corridor wall. His eyes darted left and right, checking for others passing by before he lowered his lips to my jaw and placed open-mouth kisses until he reached the shell of my ear.

"Come be bad with me over break, I promise we'll have fun," he teased as his hand dropped to my ass, pushing my skirt up and squeezing my bare flesh.

My fingers curled around the collar of his robes as I pressed my breasts against his chest and looked up at him pleadingly, "What of the others, though?"

Blaise groaned, but he nodded, giving in, "They can come too. My mother would love to have a full house."

I squealed and threw myself at him, my arms holding him around his neck and my legs fitting around his waist, "Thank you!"

His large hands cupped my ass as he held me close to him, but he didn't set me down. He moved with me, entwined around his body down the corridor until we found a classroom that was no longer used.

Blaise pushed on the old door and carried me in before he locked the door and set me on a large oak desk. Stepping back, he let his eyes travel down my body to my spread thighs before hiking my skirt up around my waist, revealing my bare pussy to his eyes.

"So fucking beautiful," he whispered.

With my heart pounding in my chest, I reached for him, but he pushed my hands away, instead gripping my blouse with both of his and tearing it open.

"Blaise!"

"Shh darling, I'm working on something," he stepped back again as if he was admiring art and frowned before he pushed the cups of my lacy white bra down, exposing my tits and pushing them up.

I was breathing harder now as I waited for him to touch me, but he still wasn't done. He tugged my shirt to my wrists and shoved my arms behind my back before twisting it up so I couldn't move.

It was then that he smiled. He stepped back and watched me wriggle around, halfway restrained and on edge, before he captured my lips and swallowed my cries.

His hands gripped my hips, pulling them to the very edge of the desk, "My beautiful girl," he whispered as his fingers trailed up my inner thighs.

"Blaise, don't tease," My voice came out breathier and needier than I had intended, but the desire in his eyes grew.

His breathing picked up, "Fuck baby. You can't talk like that," he said as he freed his cock from his trousers and lined himself up at my wet pussy.

I pushed my hips forward, taking the thick head of his cock inside myself as I gasped his name, "Please fuck me, Blaise, please."

"What a greedy cunt you've got, Fey. Sopping wet and sucking my fat dick into you," he dropped his forehead to mine as he thrust into me another inch.

"Please, Blaise, please," I begged him, rocking my hips as much as possible.

His hands caught my hips and held me still, "So impatient you just can't wait to be fucked full of my come, can you, baby?"

"No, I can't," I admitted, "I need it, Blaise."

"What a good girl begging for my come," he shoved his cock the rest of the way inside me, latched his mouth around my nipple, biting and licking it as he began to fuck me earnestly.

"Oh God, Blaise."

I felt him smile around my breast, and his hips moved faster, "You look so beautiful when you're taking my cock," he kissed his way up my neck as fingers found my clit, rubbing in small circles just the way he knew I liked, "You'll even better when my come is dripping from your pretty pussy."

He controlled my body so well, manipulating me until I was on the edge. Sensations of pleasure and pain soaring throughout me. I struggled for air, gasping and moaning as he marked me for everyone to see, telling the world that I was his.

That he owned my heart and my body.

"My precious girl. Every day, I dream of when I'll be able to fill you with my baby," he took my lips in a desperate kiss, "To watch you grow big and round."

I panted at his words, my orgasm dangling in front of me. His words were driving me crazy and pushing me nearer and nearer, "I want it so bad. Blaise, please fill me up," I groaned, "Put your baby in me, please," I sobbed, now struggling against the shirt that held my hands behind my back.

"Fuck, Fey. Take it. Take all my come like a good little slut," he whispered in my ear.

The most intense toe-curling orgasm shot through my body as I screamed until my throat was raw. His thrusts slowed until he stopped entirely and pulled from my body.

"It's moments like these that I wished I had a camera," his eyes raked down my body, taking in the sight of his come that leaked from between my shaking thighs, "Perfect."

Blaise tucked away and used his wand to free me and right my clothing. I was picture perfect, except for the bruises that littered my neck and his seed that still leaked from my body.

"Keep that there, darling," he ordered, "I like the thought of you having me with you all day."

I nodded and wrapped my arms around his neck, "I love you, Blaise."

"I love you as well, Fey," his hands rubbed circles around my back, "Let's get back to the common room, love," he pressed his wand to my middle and whispered the contraceptive spell before leading me out of the old classroom and down to the dungeon.

My legs shook as we walked, and he held me as he teased me for it.

When we entered the Common room, we were greeted by the sounds and sights of students playing and relaxing. Mattheo was nowhere to be seen, having disappeared this morning with a brief kiss and nothing else.

Draco and Lorenzo were reading in the corner as Theo was scribbling on a large sheet of parchment. Their attention was absorbed, and even as we approached, they didn't look up.

Blaise sat me on Lorenzo's lap and took a seat in the only open chair, grinning, "Tell them where we're spending Christmas, Fey."

Lorenzo gave me a look with a raised brow, "Did you make a decision?"

I nodded and glared at Blaise, who only continued to grin.

"I'll be visiting Blaise and his family, and I was hoping you'd all join us there as well."

Draco scoffed, "Better there than Enzo's house," he gave Lorenzo a look, "No offense, but your mother is very nosey."

Lorenzo laughed and agreed, "You're right, but can you blame her when she has such a wonderful son?"

Before Draco could speak, Theo piped in, "Not like we can go anywhere else. Mattheo is staying with Draco," he gave us a look, "with his 'father.' So That's out. My father is a drunk, so that's no good either."

They all nodded, agreeing with his statement.

"So Blaise's for break it is."

"Think we'll get any alone time?" Lorenzo asked Blaise.

He shrugged, "Probably, but she'll insist on separate bedrooms."

I laughed, gasping, "That's not going to last."

"Not even for a night, baby girl," Theo grinned, "You sleep with us, no question about it."