"We got a letter from Scorpius." Theo could hear Draco above the table, though he couldn't see him as the tablecloth hid him. "He showed up to the Slytherin tryouts in a cheer uniform, whatever that is, and inspired all four houses to put together cheer squads. Viola knocked the Slytherin captain off his broom and made the team as a starting beater."
Theo's tongue ran through Hermione's slit, and her grip on his hair tightened as her legs began to tremble.
"We'll need some green and silver to wear to the first match on November 9th," Draco continued. "That would be a good time to take their OWL gifts to them unless we want to send them via OWL post. I wouldn't want the rest of Slytherin to think we weren't giving them their proper accolades."
"Hmm," he heard Hermione respond, and Theo swirled his tongue over her nub, which caused her to buck in her seat.
"Granger, are you feeling alright? You're looking a bit flushed with fever." Theo nearly snorted against her entrance, his fingers sliding inside her while trying to keep as quiet as possible.
"Y-y-yes, I'm quite fine. Thank you," Hermione said, sounding breathless and nearly ready to burst.
"You don't look alright. Did you want me to get you a pepper-up potion?" Draco's genuine concern for Hermione's health and well-being had Theo's cock twitching even more to life. The desire to bury himself inside their witch while Draco tended to her ailments was a fantasy that Theo had never considered.
"No, thank you." Hermione had let go of his hair. Theo could see the shifting of the tablecloth as she gripped it. "I'll be alright."
"If you're sure…" Draco trailed off, still none the wiser to Theo's antics. Gods, Theo would enjoy replaying this moment for Draco later and seeing how worried the wizard got, not recognizing their witch so close to her climax.
"Positive," Hermione gasped out as Theo pumped his fingers inside her, his mouth on her cunt to mute the sounds.
"Alright, I'm going to pop by and see Mother. Did you want to join me?" Draco asked, and Theo nearly lost the plot and sucked down on Hermione's clit to keep himself from bursting out laughing. The gush of her release soaked his front, but Theo didn't care in the slightest at the mess she'd caused, enjoying the sweet smell.
"No," her voice came out in a squeak, "just give her my love."
Theo heard Draco step forward and kiss their witch on the mouth, which caused her to give out a little moan. He heard Draco chuckle above him, but then the sound of his footsteps leaving the room was gone.
Pushing the chair back, Theo slipped up between her legs so that he could stand in front of her. Pulling his prick free of the joggers he'd worn to bed, Theo pumped himself a few times, enjoying the way she squirmed for him.
"Now, let's see how many times I can make that pussy cum before Draco gets back from his visit with Narcissa. Then we can start over with his participation."
20th of October 2013
The Great Hall
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
It had been a week since Scorpius had last seen that delicious Viking wizard in his birthday suit. His mouth was watering with the need and desire to lick and suck each of those Norse tattoos that covered the expanse of his body but were hidden by the hideous robes they were forced to wear.
Dinner was just finishing, and Scorpius was rather pleased with himself. He had done as Ragnar had asked and somehow managed not to run his hand up the other wizard's thigh while they were eating. In Scorp's opinion, this was a true show of self-restraint.
He was only going to be so good at any given time. Pulling the parchment out of his pocket, Scorpius kept his face as passive as possible when he slipped it into Ragnar's hand. His eyes stayed on Peony Parkinson, who gave an excellent, detailed account of some gossip from Witch Weekly that Scorpius cared nothing about.
The choking sound from the man next to him after he scanned the parchment containing a few graphic details about what Scorpius had planned for later had everyone else focused on the massive wizard. Still, Scorpius took it as his cue to leave and prepare for an eventful evening.
"Ragnar, do you want to hang out in the common room later?" Peony cooed from across the table, and Scorpius could feel himself prepared to strangle the girl. Even after Ragnar verbally destroyed the girl the week before, it seemed she wasn't ready to give up on him, not that Scorpius could blame her. His lover was a paragon of perfection.
"No, I forgot about my Charms homework." Scorpius could hear Ragnar giving the pathetic excuse when he was almost halfway to the large doors. The sound of the other wizard vacating the bench and gathering his things, paired with the protests and offers of help from a handful of the other students, had Scorpius smirking to himself, knowing that Ragnar would make their time together the priority.
Scorpius no longer had to hear as he stepped into the entry and made his way up the grand staircase, taking the steps two at a time. He could hear the commotion and other students lingering, trying to stop Ragnar, but no one looked twice at Scorpius.
It didn't bother Scorpius, but he'd noticed how much more isolated Vi was from their classmates. Not that he could be worried about his sister when he was about to get that much-needed release after a very long and lonely week.
Scorpius pressed his hand against the entrance to his rooms, and the door swung away quickly as if there weren't wards that would incinerate an unwanted intruder trying to enter their personal space. A few steps into the large sitting room with the kitchenette off to the side, it was clear that Scorpius was alone. He wet his lips, unconcerned with his sister's whereabouts.
He knew she'd begun sneaking out and had become a regular patron at the Hog's Head. She made a good deal of gold in the card games she played and drank enough that every Sunday, Vi didn't even rise from bed to recover from her hangovers. Not that she'd disclosed any of this to him, but it didn't take a genius to figure it out.
"I didn't realise that poetry was one of your gifts," a fierce and ragged voice said from the entrance hall, and Scorpius smirked to himself before turning around to face the glowing wizard that made up all of his wet dreams currently.
"I am a man of many talents," Scorpius purred, his steps moving him closer to the man, taking up the entire entrance. "And I do mean many."
"I have little doubt," Ragnar replied, pulling Scorpius into his arms and crushing their mouths together.
They quickly disposed of each other's clothing, shedding the items as if they were made of smoke. There were no buttons or clasps they had to consider. Scorpius was on his knees, Ragnar sliding down his throat while Scorp's muscles flexed and pulled him deeper. Merlin, the stretch of his mouth and the blocked airway were exactly what Scorpius had needed this past week.
He reached up and gripped the thighs that were pure muscle—legs and an arse that could make anyone turn into a puddle. Ragnar's hands were in Scorp's hair to hold him as he rammed his cock down Scorp's throat. It made Scorpius squirm with delight and need as Ragnar took what he wanted from him.
A few more strokes later, Scorpus hummed with pleasure as the hot seed he'd been craving spilled into his throat. Scorpius, being greedy, milked Ragnar for everything he was worth, not wanting to let even a drop go to waste.
His head was weeping, but Scorpius watched with hooded eyes as Ragnar lifted him from the ground and tasted himself off Scorp's lips. The growl that rippled through the other wizard had Scorpius' cock bobbing and aching. His sack was heavy, and electricity coiled at the base of his spine, begging for release. Dragging Ragnar by the hand toward his bedroom, Scorpius nearly threw Ragnar onto the bed in his haste to chase his release but tried to restrain himself. Anticipation made everything sweeter.
The emerald drapes made the space look like it was Slytherin's sanctuary, and it was. A small fire was simmering on the far wall to keep the fall chill at bay, but neither wizard would have noticed the chill, their shared heat as effective as a roaring fire.
"I have to have you," Scorpius murmured against Ragnar's skin. He could feel the other shudder, and then they were on the bed, Ragnar spreading himself out as a feast for Scorpius to enjoy.
Kneeling between the splayed thighs, Scorpius took care of preparing the other man with his fingers and tongue, murmuring lubrication charms into his skin. The tight wall of muscles clamping down on Scorp's finger showed him that this wasn't the position Ragnar usually took, but for Scorp, he was willing. Scorpius was usually an equal opportunity hedonist, so he was pleased that his only lover since he'd come to the past was adventurous.
It wasn't until Ragnar was a squirming and panting mess below him that Scorpius pulled his hand away, using a bit more oil on his shaft, stroking it a few times as he watched Ragnar. Pressing his thick head against the entrance, Scorpius could feel something falling into place as he breached that barrier.
A hiss from the other man caused Scorpius to pause, but Ragnar pressed himself closer to Scorpius, trying to take more of his cock into himself. It nearly undid Scorpius, but he gripped the base to keep from coming yet and eased further in.
Once he was fully seated, Scorpius watched with rapt attention at the expression on Ragnar, wanting to see everything he felt and take it in himself. This, Scorpius knew, was deeper than sex. There was another layer being built, and it was something that he could see forming between them. He ran his hands over Ragnar's abdomen and chest, then gripped his hips.
Wordlessly, Scorpius began to thrust, his eyes drifting close as he relished in the feel of Ragnar under him. Every movement brought him closer to the climax that would change him, but Scorpius found he didn't care. He wanted this, and he wanted this man, something he never thought he could feel after the life he'd been forced to live.
Spilling himself into the other wizard, Scorpius threw his head back and let out a call as his climax took him over the edge. His body shook with the force of his orgasm, and then, when he couldn't hold himself up any longer, he collapsed on top of the other man.
With his body sated, Scorpius let his eyes drift, and exhaustion took over as he fell asleep.
Warm hands caressing his body stirred Scorpius as he squinted, breaking his mind out of the haze it had been in.
"You're still here?" Scorpius asked, curling his body closer to the wizard next to him. The warmth of him was too alluring to resist.
Ragnar chuckled, kissing Scorp's forehead. "You were only asleep briefly, so I figured I could spare an hour."
"Prat," Scorpius teased, but there was no weight in his words as he breathed in the musky scent of the man next to him. "Hm, how are you so perfect?" Scorpius mused, not expecting an answer. However, when the other wizard's body stiffened at the question, it was enough that Scorpius pulled away to look into his stunning blue eyes. "What?" Scorpius pried, breaking the usual aloofness and contempt that had kept him guarded for so long.
"I…" Rangar began, but Scorpius – against his usual character – didn't interrupt and waited. "Well, I'm not sure how much you know about me and my family; that is, to say, I'm far from perfect."
Scorpius knew a reasonably decent amount about the future of Ragnar Rowle. He'd eavesdropped at enough Order meetings to learn something or two. Admittedly, it had taken Scorpius longer than it should have to place where he knew him, but Scorpius could see that this was the same man who'd worked for the Black Empress — the werewolf who was a double agent for the New Order. A rugged werewolf that Scorpius had snuck a look at more than once despite their age gap.
"What do you mean?" Scorpius asked instead, hiding the lies behind a mask that he had long since perfected. One wouldn't live long if one didn't have the skills to deceive even those closest to them.
"Your parents might not have told you, but—" Ragnar took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "My father was a Death Eater. He was captured shortly after the war and has been in Azkaban ever since."
Scorpius didn't know what to say because he knew nothing about the Rowle family beyond being part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. He could hardly judge Ragnar for having a Death Eater for a father, as his father and grandfather were also Death Eaters. Instead of responding, Scorpius held his tongue and waited for the other wizard to continue.
"I was young when all this happened, so I don't remember my dad or what life was like when my mum could freely see him. About two years after he was thrown into Azkaban, my sister, Aethel, was born." The little girl with her long braids was often Ragnar's shadow, but Scorpius didn't remember her in the future. Was she one of the millions the Black Empress would kill? "I found out later that my mum had been paying off the guards to let her in to visit my father and fuck him."
"I didn't know they allowed conjugal visits in Azkaban," Scorpius quipped.
"They don't," Ragnar replied flatly. Scorpius couldn't help the snort of laughter that came out, but from the smirk Ragnar gave him, apparently he didn't take offence to it.
"After that, we continued living in Rowle Tower for a few more years until my mum came home from visiting my father during summer hols and was white as a ghost. She packed up our things, we left in the middle of the night and fled to stay with her parents. The next morning, my father's entire family, except for us, had been slaughtered. That was five years ago."
Scorpius could feel his heart racing at the story, feeling the thrill that this was something he'd never known, even with all his intimate knowledge of the future. "What happened after that?" Scorpius couldn't help himself, wanting to learn more.
"With the rest of my father's family dead, and since I wasn't of age to inherit the Rowle fortune, my mother's parents only let us stay long enough to find a new apartment. They'd never approved of my father. They probably would have let Mum stay if it hadn't been for Aethel and me. We chose to move to the Muggle world to escape the whispers and the accusations being thrown at my mother, claiming that she was the one who had slayed her husband's family." Scorpius tried to look over the man's chest and at his face, but he feared that Ragnar wouldn't finish his story if he moved.
"That's why I work at that Muggle pub, to make ends meet. Until the Goblins release the vaults to me after I graduate from Hogwarts, we don't have even two knuts to rub together. After getting them, I will sign them over to my mum. The patriarchal ruling that the funds can't go to a woman? It's entirely rubbish and sexist." Scorpius could feel Ragnar's pulse picking up, but he still restrained himself from saying anything. "I've been scouted to go pro after school. I don't want my family's money, but if it can help my mum and sister…" Ragnar trailed off, his hold on Scorpius tightening ever so slightly.
They lay in silence and stared at the ceiling that Scorpius had tastefully decorated with all his family's constellations shimmering above them. They glittered like the night sky, but Scorpius had rearranged the stars to place them where he deemed they should rest.
After what felt like hours, and Scorpius had thought Ragnar might have fallen asleep, the other wizard finally spoke. And the words formed a stone in the pit of Scorp's stomach.
"What about you?" Ragnar asked, trying to sound casual, but Scorpius could hear the tension in his tone. "What was your childhood like?"
Scorpius didn't know how to answer him. The beautiful reality that his upbringing had been was secret, racing through Nott Castle on the island and visiting the Zabini clan. Life at Hogwarts with Hermes, Pandora, and Vi. The trouble they'd managed to get into at every turn and how much love their family had wrapped them in. Only Scorpius couldn't tell him about any of it.
"I grew up in Australia with my grandparents," he answered after the silence had hung for too long. "Just Vi and me; we didn't even know who our parents were until this past May." He recited the story fed to him as a cover-up, the same ones printed in the Prophet, the words tasting like ash in his mouth. Scorpius could hear Ragnar scoff above him and finally lifted himself to peer down into those stunningly blue eyes. "What?" Scorpius snapped, though he knew he wasn't being fair; he didn't care.
Ragnar's brows furrowed as he sat up, resting on his forearms, watching Scorpius with a gaze that would make others shiver with desire and fear. "Don't feed me that bullshit, I've heard you and Vi talk about it, and neither of you can keep the story straight." Scorpius blanched at the bite in his lover's words, but telling him the truth wasn't an option.
This was just sex, good sex, but still, he didn't go handing out his life story at Club Indulgence; he wasn't going to do it here, where it was just as likely to get him killed. The rough and dangerous Ragnar from the future could handle the truth, but this boy in front of him couldn't.
"That is my childhood, boring, dull, uneventful, take your pick, but that's what it was!" Scorpius shot back, rolling off the bed, walking to his armoire, and yanking the doors open, revealing the entire bar he had hidden inside. "My parents hid us from the rest of the world until we turned seventeen. Now we are here of our own free will." Scorpius uncapped the firewhisky that was in the crystal decanter, then poured himself a generous portion and threw it back, enjoying the burn of the alcohol as it slid down his throat.
Ragnar's breathing was ragged. "I told you about myself, things I've never told anyone else. Do you think Parkinson would look twice my way if she knew my past? I opened up to you; why can't you do the same for me?" Scorpius winced at the hurt tone but couldn't give the other wizard what he wanted.
"What are you hiding?" Ragnar snapped, rising from the bed himself, not bothering to try and cover his nude form as he stalked toward Scorpius. "You are the product of anything but a dull childhood!" Ragnar gestured toward the tattoos and scars that marked Scorp's skin. "You didn't know who your parents were but knew their intentions for you? What, they just decided to show up one day and claim you? That story doesn't make any sense." Ragnar ran his hand over Scorp's Malfoy-Nott tattoo. "That tattoo is not new; you can't say you didn't know the significance of those names when you marked yourself with them." Scorpius stiffened and bit his lip, looking away from his lover, hating himself for feeling so close to tears. "You can't tell your sister you could draw out the Black family tree from memory and then tell me your family were strangers to you. Scorpius, I'm not a fool."
Scorpius couldn't meet Ragnar's eyes.
"You can tell me I won't judge you," Ragnar stated, reaching out for his hand, but Scorpius pulled away. "You can trust me," Ragnar added desperately.
"No, I can't," Scorpius whispered more to himself than Ragnar. It was one thing to tell Ragnar about the dragon shite with Theo this summer. He couldn't tell him about anything real. He couldn't tell him the truth about coming from the future. Ragnar probably wouldn't even believe him.
"You are looking for something that isn't there," Scorpius stated, his gaze never wavering. "Just because you had a fucked childhood doesn't mean that everyone else did."
The moment the words left his mouth, Scorpius regretted them. Yet the hurt that flashed over Ragnar's face was gone in another blink. The other wizard didn't even pause, instead turning and heading toward the door. Scorpius stood still as a statue, and it wasn't until he heard the soft click of the outer door closing that he finally crumbled to the floor.
He bit his lip until it bled instead of running after Ragnar. He didn't think he could stand up anyway.
The ground had fallen out from underneath him.
Tears ran down his face as he hoped Viola wouldn't find him like this.
How could he explain to her that he'd gone and fallen in love like an idiot?
Sobs wracked his body until he fell asleep, where he lay in the foetal position on his floor, in the room where he'd so recently fallen asleep in bliss.
