Shout at the Devil

by MalcolmTent6730

Magic wasn't real. That's what Ryan Black was told for most of his life. It was a truth he believed until about a week after his eighteenth birthday, when he was contacted by his dead dad's estate about his own. Being born a squib he had no reason to be informed, except for a small gift his old man left him. Evil pieces in Harry Potter. AU Hogwarts University. Eventual OC-Multi,

9. Chapter 9

November 7th, 2010. Hogwarts, Scotland 10:00 AM BST

The next day found me at the library. I'd owled my mom about the blood curse, and asked her to possibly look into sending someone to talk to Roran. I myself had no desire to enter that wolf's den again if I could avoid it, and I sure as hell wasn't sending my mom or Seras. A third party would have to do unless we hit a wall here.

Daphne and I had discussed it, and we'd come to the conclusion that using a piece on Astoria would be risky. Me becoming a real wizard was sketchy, but there was precedent. Some people were late bloomers. If Astoria suddenly became healthy after I started dating her sister, eyebrows would be raised.

Not that I wouldn't do it. If we hadn't managed to figure out anything about the blood curse by the time she started Hogwarts, I'd make her one of my pawns. Until then, we still wanted to find a cure, possibly buying us a few years. Which meant research, and lots of it.

We'd told Susan, because she was pretty involved already and was good at research, so now we were back in the library we'd just broken into last night, just me and my girls, doing research on blood curses. Which it turned out, wasn't nearly as easy as it sounded.

"Aztecs. Mayans. Eastern europeans, Romans, Egyptians. Akkadians, Sumerians." I listed off the various cultures the books covered. "And these aren't even all of the books on blood curses. They're just all the books I can access without being a DADA major. Why the hell do so many people develop curses aimed at blood?"

"Blood is important." Said Daphne firmly. "It might not seem like it to someone who grew up a muggle, but it definitely is. Blood separates us from the animals. It defines us, embodies us. Blood carries magic, and magic is life." She paused. "My father gave me this speech often as a girl, so forgive me if it sounds rehearsed."

I shrugged. "I can see the reasoning, somewhat. Seems like a slippery slope to my cousin's pureblood supremacy bullshit, but the fact that people can inherit magic does imply there's at least some connection. I guess I can see why they would focus on it, but still, there's just so much variation. How many ways do you need to torment and kill someone with blood magic?"

Susan nodded. "I agree with Ryan. This is all very disturbing. Blood burning curse, blood boiling curse, blood draining curse, blood to locust curse. That last one is going to give me nightmares." She slammed her book shut with a huff. "I don't think this book is about the right kind of blood curses."

"Try malediction." Said Daphne softly. "Blood malediction is what my father calls it. In either case though…thank you. Both of you. Especially you Susan. I know you didn't have to help."

The beaming smile on my redhead's face lit up the whole room. "Don't be silly Daphne. We're friends. Just because I got mad and said some things I didn't mean doesn't mean I don't care about you. Of course I'm going to help."

Daphne stared at her like she'd just announced her run for president of jupiter. Too flustered to respond, she focused back on her book, clearing her throat. "Anyway. Malediction. Terminology is different, but I think we're looking at the Eastern european and Aztec variations. That's still quite a few curses, but it should narrow things down."

Closing her own book, she reached for a new volume, pulling out a book on Aztec sacrificial magic. I glanced over it. "Touch of Tezcatlipoca. Interesting. Do mirrors scream at your sister and bleed when she walks by?" At her glare I shrugged. "Probably not that one, fair enough." I flipped through it. "Curse of the Obsidian Butterfly. That one actually looks promising."

She pulled the book closer and read over it with interest. "Weakening, dizziness, wasting away…oh, an actual Obsidian Butterfly hatches out of the victim's chest when they die. I remember my mother succumbing to the curse, and that definitely didn't happen." She flipped through the text for another few minutes.

"I think we can rule out the Aztecs." I said gently. "The method of delivery fits, but they seemed to have had a flare for the dramatic. Your family's blood malediction is a bit more sedate. No less deadly, but a bit quieter."

She sighed and pushed the books aside. "I should have done this as soon as I got to school. Hogwarts has one of the best magical libraries in the world. If the answers are anywhere they're here."

"I mean, wouldn't your dad have looked?" I asked gently. "He did go here for seven years."

"He might've." She admitted. "But if I don't at least try now that I've thought of it I'll go crazy. Plus with so many books, it would be easy to miss something. You two don't need to stay if you don't want to. I'll understand if you want to go."

Susan and I didn't even deign to respond to that. We all shifted our area of focus to Eastern europe. As one of the most vampire dense areas in the world, it was certainly a place where blood magic was popular.

Romanian witches and wizards interacted with more vampires than any other community, and they'd developed a deep understanding of blood magic of all kinds. Of course, they also apparently hunted muggles for sport until the practice was banned in the late nineteen hundreds, but hey, beggars can't be choosers.

Sadly, the blood magic books we had access to from Romania were vague and unhelpful. Go figure, Hogwarts DIDN'T supply functional guides to dangerous sacrificial sorcery and horrific curses in the areas where the first years could access it.

In the end, we'd narrowed down our search to a subsection of blood curses that came in one of three flavors. First flavor, physical curse. An actual curse on the blood itself. Carried on through family lines, and only affecting the descendants of the person who got cursed. Second, spiritual curse. Carried through the soul. Affected both biological and adopted children. Third, name curse. Affected those of a certain house, regardless of physical bloodline. Includes people who marry in.

Of course, that was just the mechanism, we still needed to identify the actual curse. But the more we knew about how it functioned the easier it would be to narrow it down. It was looking like I was going to have to contact Roran about this if my mom couldn't get anyone down there to talk to him.

"Ok, to make sure that we get the right curse, we need to hear about the time you saw it trigger." I said apologetically to Daphne. "Every little detail helps. I know it's a terrible thing to ask, but can you tell us about when your mother died? If it's too much we can stop and I can check with Roran. But the more we know the better the chance we can figure this out."

"RORAN?" Snapped Daphne. "Your source is Roran Red-Hand? The elder vampire? Ryan, that's SO dangerous. Roran is a monster even other vampires are afraid of. What happens if he decides to hurt you? We can figure out another way to learn about Stori's curse."

Susan looked worried. "An elder vampire? That does sound really dangerous. Auntie says that once they've evolved even once, the ministry doesn't go near them. It's too dangerous. Elder vampires are basically untouchable." She looked like she wanted to say more, but she looked at Daphne worriedly, clearly unsure if she had the right to talk me out of looking for a cure.

I opened my mouth to tell them it was fine, but Daphne cut me off. "I'll tell you." We both looked at her. "About losing my mother. If it might keep you away from that vampire, I can deal with it." She flushed slightly, looking away. "I've lost enough people. If I lost you too it would absolutely ruin my week."

"Stop." I said sarcastically. "You're smothering me. I can't take this much unfiltered emotion."

Daphne glared at me for a second, but her lips twitched, letting me know she was holding back a smile. Daphne wasn't the type to appreciate handholding and cuddles, especially in front of other people. My sarcasm was exactly what she needed.

"Arse." She said, rolling her eyes. "In any case. My mother's death." She stopped, seeming to collect herself. Susan reached out and took her hand, smiling encouragingly. And even my hard ass blonde couldn't get made at Suzie's hufflepuff sweetness. Not to mention Susan's own mother had died in the war. She knew how Daphne felt.

After a second of processing, Daphne continued. "I was about fifteen when mother died. Stori was a year younger. I think remembering it makes what's happening to her so much worse. Like she knows what's coming. I breaks my heart thinking of how terrified she must be, though she never shows it."

"So Astoria was there?" I asked, taking notes. It felt awkward and messed up writing down personal details of my girlfriend's loss, but I needed data points. "Did she show any signs of being affected at the time? Did it spread to her somehow? Or trigger her own curse? Or was it completely self contained?"

Daphne's face fell. "No, Stori didn't show any signs of illness at that point. It was just my mother. Frailness, pain, weakness. Those were how it started. But as she began to be overcome, the symptoms changed. Her veins become dark red, easily visible through the skin, and she started to have trouble moving."

I pulled out the book on Romanian family curses. "Stone bones. Glass feet. Bad luck. Nothing about dark red veins or paralysis. Was there anything else? Even a small incident that happened that might add context?" I was beginning to think contacting Roran would be the smartest call.

She paused for a bit, scrunching up her face in thought. "Well…there was one small thing. It might have been my imagination. I was just a little girl. When she was just starting to have trouble moving, she would still try to get out of bed. The dark veins showed up around the same time. Once, when she was getting up, she fell and scraped her arm on the bedpost. It was just a scratch, but I thought I saw little dark red crystals fall out of the cut, like sand."

My eyes went wide. "Wait." I said excitedly. "I know that from somewhere. The veins and difficulty moving didn't mean much, but crystal dust…" I started digging through the book piles, tossing things aside as I searched until I came to a specific book, some kind of Romanian wizard folktale.

Clearing my throat, I read out loud. "And the Dragon was the Dragon, for it hungered, and through that hunger it consumed. Its eyes were like fire, and like death, and they came for its victims. And on the first day they grew sick, and weak. On the second day their blood began to turn to rubies, and they were rendered immobile, like statues. On the third day, the Dragon came, and took from them their lives, never to be seen again."

Daphne stared at me in shock. "That…that must be it. Some kind of curse based on whatever that Dragon is. But what kind of Dragon is that?"

I shook my head. "It's not an actual dragon. It's a title, for some kind of Romanian super wizard. The Dragon was one of the Solomonari, some group of uber scary master wizards who all went to this legendary black magic school called the Scholomance."

None of us had seen anything about a school like that, or the order who came out of it. But the Dragon was a lead. A better one than just hoping Roran had a cure, despite the fact that Daphne's dad hadn't gotten one from him. I slammed the book shut. "Ok. Seems like we have our lead. We need to talk to a teacher. Next week I'm getting a weekend pass. I'm going to Romania to see if I can find out more about this curse."

November 12th, 2010. Bucharest, Romania 3:00 PM BST

"Ok, tell me again why I decided to let you come along?" I asked Daphne in exasperation. "Because this is going to be dangerous, and unlike me, you're not an uber powerful supernatural monster."

She snorted. "Because you like to watch my arse when I walk in front of you. Plus she's MY sister and you don't even know her, and I want to be here to help. So, you know where we're going to look for clues?"

"Oh sure." I said sarcastically. "That's why I bought this atlas, princess." I help up the booklet of maps. "Page five has a handy guide to all the best curse libraries."

Daphne just rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes, you're very funny. Now shut up and think of some way to save my sister." She grinned at me mischievously. "If we can suss out the cure early, we can have some alone time the rest of the weekend."

"Honey." I laughed. "I'm glad you're so confident in me, but chances are good this will be a multi-weekend trip. Speaking of, how did you get Professor Sinistra to give us a weekend pass?"

"She was friends with my mother." She said briskly. "I told her it was for Stori and she didn't ask a single question. We can count on her for passes until we figure this out. Do you really think it'll take multiple trips?"

I nodded. "Daph, we have no leads aside from a vague title and a slight mention of a mysterious secret wizard society most people have never heard of. Forget city, we don't even know if we're in the right CARDINAL DIRECTION. All we have is a lead. This could take a while for us to figure out." I frowned at her. "That's why I didn't want you to come. This could be seriously dangerous."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm sure you'll protect me. If not, that'll be a shame, but I'm here for Astoria. I have to help my sister. Now what lead do you have that brought you here? It can't just be that Bucharest is the biggest city in Romania."

"It's not." I said with a sigh. "My mom got in touch with Roran, through an intermediary of course. She didn't mention Astoria, but she did ask him about where to find the most knowledgeable blood magic expert in the country. He sent us here. There's a club called Archimedes. Apparently the owner is some uber scary vampire who knows a ton about blood magic. He's a pretty laid back guy though, from what I've been able to dig up."

Appeased by my lead, she smiled smugly and grabbed my elbow, pulling it against her. I grinned down at her. "Wow, the great Daphne Greengrass is feeling snuggly. Who could have imagined. I didn't take you for the clingy type."

She just snorted. "All these Romanian trollops are eyeing you like a piece of meat. You're mine. I might have to share you with Bones, but I refuse to let some foreign muggle stake a claim on my man." Her tone and expression were lofty and condescending, but her cheeks pinked slightly.

We arrived outside the club in question pretty quickly, and I couldn't help but enjoy the view. Archimedes was a goth club, lots of red and black, lots of low lighting, lots of scantily clad goth girls in corsets and short skirts. Daphne elbowed me in the ribs for staring too long at one particularly well endowed girl in a lacy low cut top.

When we got to the door, the big tattooed guy in the leather pants that greeted us was substantially less put off by our robes than I'd expected. I'd considered changing, but I honestly didn't care of some Romanian guy I was passing thought I was weird. It turned out even that much wasn't necessary, because our robes were a similar enough vibe to all the goth that he didn't bat an eye.

I didn't have any local cash, but I had galleons, and fun fact, nobody turns down large gold coins. Once I paid him off, he let us right in, and Daphne and I were inundated with slinky alternative music. Everywhere we looked were slow, languid looking dances, with the occasional stony faced goth shuffling vaguely to conceal their lack of dance skills.

"So, who is this vampire owner?" Shouted Daphne over the music. "Anyone I've heard of? If he knows Roran he must be pretty famous."

I shrugged. "Not a name that I recognized." I called back. "Roran said his name was Luc apparently. Tall guy, pale, shaggy dark hair and always wearing round sunglasses and a long red coat. That sound familiar to you?" I didn't know shit about vampires as individuals, but Daphne at least knew Roran existed. I hadn't even known that until my mom told me.

She shook her head. "Not specifically." She yelled. "But I think I know where you can find him!" She pointed over my shoulder, and I followed her gaze to where a ridiculously tall guy in a red coat and round glasses was lounging in a booth behind a VIP rope.

"You think that's him?" I asked sarcastically, grabbing her hand and dragging her after me toward the vampire as she chuckled. I HAD looked into Luc a little, at least as best I could with what sources I had. Which was to say my cousin. Tonks was an auror trainee and her mentor kept tabs on people like Luc. Apparently he was relatively tame for a vampire. Well, he was usually ass deep in hookers and drugs, but he didn't just randomly murder people.

If he'd been TOO dangerous I wouldn't have brought Daphne, no matter how much she begged, but since we were in a public place and this guy tried not to kill customers, I figured it would be fine. Not to mention if something DID go wrong, I could bring her back within ten minutes by using an evil piece.

As we got closer to the vampire, we could hear him arguing with the two girls on either side of him in romanian (which weirdly I could understand despite never having spoken the language). The bouncer stopped us outside the rope, but I called over. "Hey, are you Luc? Roran told us to talk to you."

He stopped chatting, reached up and slid down the sunglasses to look us over. "Oh." He said in a bored tone. "Let them in, I suppose." His voice was extremely deep, and he spoke in picture perfect english when he said it, not even a hint of an accent. The bouncer glared a bit before nodding and letting us in.

I went to open my mouth to ask him about the blood curses, but he cut me off. "Settle an argument for me? Natasha here swears that the Nintendo Wii is the best console Nintendo ever released, but I still think it's the Gamecube. What do you think? And if you say gameboy to me I'm throwing you out of my club."

"Well, honestly, you're both wrong." I said with a roll of my eyes. "The N64 was Nintendo's strongest system. Gamecube had a few hits, but the 64 had almost all of the best Nintendo games ever released." I wasn't going to browbeat him into answering questions, if he wanted to talk video games for a bit I could do that. Especially if this guy was as strong or stronger than Roran.

He stroked his chin slowly. "That…is a good point. Graphics bias gets us all in the end." After staring at me inscrutably for a minute he finally gestured to the seat nearest him. "You can sit. What exactly did Roran send you for? I'm Alucard by the way, but you can call me Luc if you want."

Gesturing for Daphne to sit, I took the position between her and Luc. "It's not…normal business." I said hesitantly, looking at the two girls pressed against him.

"What, my snack packs?" He said casually. "Don't worry about them. They know how to keep a secret, don't you girls?" They both nodded without hesitation. "See. It's the fangs. Bitches love fangs." He flashed me a wide grin showing WAY too many teeth. "So, what did Rory think little old me could help you with? You got some people you need to kill, I've been thinking of going out for a walk."

Everyone in earshot who wasn't us immediately tensed up. The goth girls hanging on Luc started snuggling up close, cooing something vaguely sexual in his ear. I cleared my throat, stealing focus. "No, actually, we're here because my girlfriend's little sister is cursed. Some kind of blood malediction. We don't know what it's called, but we know it has some relation to some big shot wizard called the Dragon."

He snorted. "There is no big shot wizard called the Dragon. Your sources got confused." My face fell, and I saw Daphne's fall with it. "Zmei is a word for dragon in Russian folktales. It is ALSO the plural of Zmeu in Romanian stories, which are sometimes mistaken for dragons. They're more accurately closer to incubi, and while they ARE lizards, they tend to take human form to seduce women."

"Ok." I said slowly, confused how that helped us. "So you're saying that there was a wizard who is one of these…Zmeu? He might be the one who cast the curse?"

He nodded. "One of the Solomonari. He's not actually dead last I checked. Haven't seen him in decades though, so who can say? What makes you think he's the one who cast your blood curse?"

I repeated the little poem or whatever we found. "It mentions 'The Dragon' and specifically covers the symptoms we've been able to identify. We weren't able to find much about the 'Solomonari' though. Who were they exactly? Maybe if we know who some of the others are, we'd be more easily able to track them down."

He chuckled. "The Solomonari is the name used for graduates of the Scholomance. It was a black magic academy supposedly run by the devil. There were thirteen of them, not counting the one that acted as caretaker after they all left. Always sounded far fetched to me, personally, who believes in the devil? But hey, they had some serious juice, that's for sure."

I froze. That was interesting. Fourteen people. One less than a full peerage. "Where exactly can we find this…Scholomance?" I asked as casually as I could. I was still hoping to find the Zmeu or whatever and figure out how to remove the curse, but if I could learn more about devils in the process it would be a hell of a bonus.

"I said WAS." He chuckled. "And no one knows. Supposedly it was somewhere near Sibiu, but for obvious reasons they kept it hidden. Why, you thinking you might find him hiding out there?" He made a considering noise. "Maybe. Wouldn't hurt to check it out."

That was a good idea, actually. And even if he wasn't there might be books or something there that could help us identify the curse. If it was demonic magic like mine, I might be able to just overpower the thing. Depended what kind of devil I was dealing with though.

"I answered your questions." He said with a grin. "Now, in return, I insist that you party with us." I looked at Daphne, who looked a bit impatient, but clearly realized this wasn't an invitation so much as a requirement. She nodded and I agreed for us.

Luc whooped in joy, and, to our surprise, yanked Natasha over his lap, yanking up her skirt to expose her thong clad ass. "Excellent. Eli." He called to the bouncer. "Go get me some coke! I've got a cheek for each of you! Let's do some lines!" I saw Daphne's eyes widen and I had to try not to burst out laughing. I had a feeling this would be a wild day. We could start our search for the Zmeu and the Scholomance tomorrow.

November 12th, 2010. Bucharest, Romania 7:00 PM BST (smut warning)

We didn't end up making it to Sibiu that night. After a few hours of drinking and partying Luc gave us some advice on where to find a decent hotel. Sibiu was a few hours by car or train (172 miles), but I could fly us there disillusioned even faster. We ate to sober up a bit, did the tourist thing for a while, and by the time we got to our room as the sun went down we were both completely fine.

Daphne had some crazy hangover potion on her, and my devil physique had let me skip most of the pain, so we got to really enjoy the time off. It was only friday, and tomorrow might be a big mess, so it made sense to enjoy ourselves.

I took a quick shower when we got to the room, came back out, and froze. Daphne was draped across the bed, having clearly redone her hair and makeup, and wearing…very little. The skimpiest red thong imaginable and a see through red babydoll that left literally nothing to the imagination.

Now, I'm not a virgin. Looking like me and being a virgin at eighteen if I didn't want to be would be functionally impossible with some sort of really obvious psychosis or possibly leprosy. I've been with women. Tall, short, big tits, round asses, girls my age, milfs, and one time an ACTUAL supermodel.

None of them looked like Daphne. I'd been blown away ever since I first saw her, absolutely enthralled, but that had been Daphne not giving a shit. That was humdrum every day Daphne. This was dolled up sex kitten Daphne, and I was pretty close to literally ripping out of my pants just staring at her.

She licked her lips (shiny pink from some kind of gloss) and batted her smoky lashes at me. "What's the matter? Never seen a girl put in some effort before? Or does this look not work for me?"

"Work?" I wheezed. "I think fucking Atlas hasn't put in as much work as that thong is right now. Your body should take gold in the olympics for perfect. If I went blind right now, and this was the last thing I saw, I would probably throw a party."

She smirked, shifting slightly to make her B cups bounce for me. "You're drooling, Ryan." I saw the excitement in those glittering blue eyes as she looked me over. "I feel like one of us may be overdressed for the occasion."

A fun fact that I learned at that exact instant? All pants are tearaway if you try hard enough. Daphne giggled as I stripped out of my shirt and shoes (if I'd known she was going to seduce me I'd have just left the bathroom in a towel), leaving only my black silk boxers between her and the bar of space age titanium masquerading as my dick.

Her laughter kind of slipped as she finally got a good look at the tent in my boxers and her eyes went wide. "That's…not the size I was led to believe those were." Her voice was a little breathless, and I had to fight back the grin that threatened to spill onto my face.

I'm not like…porn star huge, at least length wise. I'm big, don't get me wrong. Ten inches is pretty damned solid, but I'm also extremely thick. I wasn't sure which dimension Daphne was focused on, but apparently the whole package was agreeable, because I saw a pretty satisfying blush cross her cheeks as she gaped at me.

I wanted to rip that fucking thong off her with my teeth, but I held back, because I had a serious question to ask. "This isn't because of me helping with your sister, right? Because I don't want to make things weird or take advantage. I like you, and I want to leave permanent hip divots in that soft jiggly ass of yours so bad my teeth are about to crack, but if this isn't really what you want…"

She rolled her eyes. "You're lucky I'm not one of those prissy little waifs with no self esteem, or I might be offended. All this in your face and you're worried about chivalry. I can't tell if that's sweet or just unbelievably stupid."

"Kind of feels like the latter, right now." I admitted blithely. "And you're so sexy my balls are aching. So if you could give me a direct answer so I can A. get back in the shower and turn myself to ice, or B. demolish your pussy so hard a demolition warning will appear on your ass three days ago, I would appreciate it."

Rolling over, she raised her ass up and shook it at me. "You mean back here?" She teased. "It could use a bit of decoration. I was just hoping to fool around with my boyfriend for the first time in a beautiful hotel room in a foreign country, but if you don't want to play, I'm sure I could keep myself ent-" Her taunts cute off with a squeak as I blurred forward and landed on the bed right on top of her.

"Oh you did it now." I grinned down at her. "That ass is mine, princess. I'm going to leave a handprint on there as a signature. You'll be able to take fingerprints." My cock was sandwiched between the softest most luxurious ass cheeks I could imagine as I kissed my way down her neck, growling in her ear.

She shuddered in delight. "I'm yours am I? Want to make sure everyone knows? I belong to you?"

Her voice was husky and dark, obviously loving what we were doing. I bit down a bit on her neck. Not enough to hurt but just enough to suck the skin between my teeth. She could bet her hot little ass I was gonna leave a mark.

Moaning, she ground her ass back into me. "You bastard. Gonna make them think I'm a slag. You gonna turn me into a harlot Ryan? Your personal whore? You'll have to really give it to me to convince me."

I reached down and slapped her ass, pawing at the cheek after I made impact. "Mine." I growled. "Every inch." I let go of her ass and slipped my hand down to move her thong aside. I pulled down my own underwear, and pressed the head of cock to her lower lips. "You think you can take all this, princess?"

She shoved her hips back with a snarl of. "I'll take it all." And then about ten seconds later grunted and froze. I looked down at her in concern.

"Honey?" I said gently, ignoring the fucking nirvana strangling my dick. "You uh…doing alright there?" Based on how my other partners reacted our first time, it was usually best to take things slow with guys my size.

"Don't flatter yourself." She wheezed. "I'm just…winded. This will take a moment to get used to." I felt her clench down on me. "Merlin I feel like someone shoved a beater's bat up me. Not that I can't handle it. I just…need a moment."

I slipped a hand under her, propping myself up on the other, and my fingers found her clit as I kissed down her neck. "I know you can princess. You're taking it so good. You feel amazing." Despite her refusal to show vulnerability I saw her light up a bit as she started to move.

"Of course I do." She crooned. "Did you expect any less?" She moaned softly as I slid out, pushing slowly back in. "I suppose you feel…pleasant, as well." She panted. "Very pleasant. Pleasing me. Please. Please just a bit faster." She stumbled on her request. "I mean, speed up. I can handle it. Go faster."

She felt so fucking good. So wet and hot and tight. If Daphne had been with another guy it couldn't have been more than once. She didn't have a cherry, but losing those could happen plenty of ways. Of course if she WAS a virgin she'd never admit it, so I didn't bother to ask, I just enjoyed the ride as I sped up.

That gorgeous blonde angel under me, ass up in the air, whining and wriggling as she tried her best to seem in control, was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. The faster I went the more she moaned and whimpered. She never gave up the pretense though. "Tell me how good it is." She hissed as she threw her hips back.

"You feel like fucking heaven." I grunted as I pounded into her. "This is the best pussy I've ever had." I wasn't lying either. She was fucking exquisite. I was already starting to feel it. I wasn't close, but I wouldn't last more than fifteen minutes or so at this rate, at least the first time, and I NEVER came that fast.

Her face was slack, a dazed, happy expression as I pounded her into the mattress. "Feels..good?" She moaned. "Feels…merlin you feel amazing. Right there. Do that again." I adjust my angle slightly back to where it had just been and she moaned joyfully.

I dove down to catch her lips, mashing them to mine. It took her a second to realize what I was doing in the haze of sex, but she quickly reciprocated. Her lips tasted like strawberries and cream and her whimpers against my mouth became frantic. I felt like she was trying to swallow me alive at both ends.

We fucked like that for what seemed like eternity (it was probably about fifteen minutes like I'd predicted), until finally I couldn't hold back anymore. My balls were tightening up, and I reluctantly pulled away, leaving her gasping and almost cross eyes. "Daphne." I said hoarsely. She didn't respond. "Princess I'm close. I'm gonna cum soon. Where do you want it."

She whined, wriggling back at me. "Inside." She wheezed. "Do it inside. But not yet. Please not yet. I'm close." I sped up my fingers on her clit as I picked up the pace. She got so much fucking tighter I almost lost it, but I held back. She whined louder, nodding rapidly despite me not having said anything. "Gonna be soon. Just keep….going…harder…almost."

I felt like I was drowning in molten silk. She just getting tighter and hotter and gripping me harder. I was clenching so hard my teeth were going to beak. "Fuck baby, I can't hold on, please tell me you're gonna fucking-"

She cut me off with a cream as her cunt constricted on me like a fucking vise. It was the last straw, but I'd made it, and I groaned as I emptied my balls inside of her frantically milking pussy. "FUCK!" She bit out. "ME. Keep going. Not yet. Fuck me through it." I was about to fall over but I did, pounded her through her orgasm even as I emptied my balls into her.

We both collapsed onto the bed. Panting, sweating, and just generally exhausted. She just kind of stared off into space dully for a minute while her brain rebooted. "That." She said in a faux casual tone. "Was particularly well done." She cleared her throat. "An excellent showing on your part."

I snickered at her. "Sweety, you might want to wait until your voice comes back to try playing it cool. It loses some of the effect when it sounds like you just gargled with diamond dust. And all the screaming was a giveaway too."

She sniffed loftily. "I was simply being the supportive and caring girlfriend you needed. You did well, but it's not like you blew my mind. I'd hope you can put on an equally spectacular showing when we do this next. Perhaps in the morning." Kissing her slowly, I smiled down at her knowingly. She frowned at me, pouting a bit. "What? What's that look about?"

My grin became wicked as I pushed forward with my hips and her eyes went round with shock. "No need to wait until tomorrow princess." My fingers found her clit again strumming it as I whispered in her ear. "Or did you not notice I'm still hard." The talking mostly stopped after that, though there was plenty of squealing. Romania was officially my new favorite place.

November 12th, 2010. Sibiu, Romania 10:00 AM BST

I…might have been a little rough with Daphne for our first time. I still didn't know if it was HER first time or not, and I knew she wouldn't say, but judging from the limp, I probably should have held back. In my defense, I kept ASKING her if she wanted to tap out, which only seemed to incite her more.

On the upside she kept leaning on me, though she refused to look at me while doing it and acted like it wasn't happening. It was basically the human version of being condescended to by an affectionate cat, and it was actually adorable.

"You seem very pleased with yourself." She sulked in a slightly hoarse voice. We'd taken the train up to Sibiu (which it turned out was a resort town) and now we were wandering around doing couple things as a cover for searching for the Scholomance.

I grinned at her. "Well you seemed very pleased with me last night, so I guess that makes two of us."

She snorted. "I admit it was…pleasant. You're going to paralyze Susan from the waist down if you do that to her. Poor thing has no idea what she's getting herself into. I wonder if all of…your kind, are so passionate."

"Oh please." I snorted. "You were egging me on the entire night. Every time I was going to stop you made some comment about expecting me to last longer."

She sniffed indignantly. "I was simply being supportive. It is a lady's job to motivate her lover during lovemaking."

I stared at her flatly. "Right, I forgot how noble and polite you were being last night. Tell me, which etiquette class did they cover the lesson on screaming at your suitor to 'break me in half you horse dicked bastard'? I think I missed that chapter in Miss Manners."

That didn't warrant a response apparently, she just pouted. I put an arm around her and pulled her close, and despite turning her face away, I was delighted that she snuggled in closer. I frowned a bit when I noticed how heavily she was leaning. "Seriously though, I'm sorry if I went a bit hard on you. You could have told me if we were being too rough."

She waved me off. "No, you're right. I was pushing you. It was extremely pleasant while we were in the act, I didn't notice how sore I was until after." Her voice dropped as she muttered. "Though. I'm not so worried about sharing you anymore. I could use a break."

I pretended not to hear her, assuming she'd forgotten about my devilish hearing. "So." I said, technically changing the subject. "What's the etiquette for girlfriend time with only one of you? Do I pretend Suzie doesn't exist? Are we open about talking about her? Or are we doing the awkward pause after any mentions?"

Daphne snorted. "I don't consider Bones a threat. If she'd set herself against me I'd have destroyed her, but even I have to admit she's so friendly that there's no chance of her trying to sabotage me. I swear animated song birds braid her hair in the morning."

That brought me up short. "Daphne Greengrass. Did you just make a MUGGLE movie reference?"

"Perhaps." She said loftily. "Tracey is a half-blood, and she liked to watch muggle moving pictures when we were children. I MIGHT have seen some of the films released by the Disney company."

I chuckled. "Just Disney, honey. They're a big deal, people will know who you mean. That's really cute though. Maybe you and I can go see a movie sometime."

"Tracey says that couples moviegoing is just an excuse for men to receive fellatio in a crowded theater." Daphne said snippily. "I think that may be the only part of my body you didn't tenderize last night. Will I be expected to perform oral sex on you at this movie?"

It was impossible not to burst out laughing. "Not that I wouldn't enjoy it, princess. But no, you won't be expected to blow me in the movie. I just thought it might be something nice to do as a couple." Her face softened a bit, but I felt compelled to add. "That said, getting sucked off by my gorgeous girlfriend at any time would be fantastic."

Her cheeks tinged a bit pink. The girl blushed at the weirdest things. "What brought up Bones, in any case?" We were apparently pretending I hadn't said that.

"I was wondering if I should get her a present." I admitted. "We're in another country, a souvenir seems like it would be the polite thing to do. But I wasn't sure if asking for your help or permission or whatever would cause problems."

"Hardly." She chuckled. "I'm not one of those insipid bimbettes who needs constant handholding and reassurance, Ryan. I'm aware of your relationship with Bones, and I don't mind if you pick her up a gift." She smirked. "Besides, I'm fairly sure you'll remember last night far more vividly than and thank you she might give."

I grinned at her as we stopped next to a small kiosk at the city center, perusing the wares. "I thought you weren't the jealous type."

"I'm not." She protested. "I'm simply saying that we've already been intimate, and that puts her behind. I'm sure at some point you'll have tender and romantic sex by candlelight or some such nonsense. She seems like the type. Judging from last night, however, you'll be far from satisfied with such mundane coupling."

I picked up a small glass ball on a keychain with a rose in the middle. "What? You don't think Suzie can let her freak flag fly?" I said with a grin. "For all you know she'll make you look like a demure little flower. Haven't you ever heard the term 'a lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets'?" Passing the orb back, I picked up something else, a stained glass rose, apparently this vendor had a theme. I looked it over before nodding firmly. "I'll take this one." I told the man at the kiosk.

Daphne had apparently decided she wasn't speaking to me right now, so as I passed a galleon to the man (seriously, gold spends everywhere) I grinned at him. "Hey, I was wondering if I could ask you something."

As I'd noticed before, I could speak Romanian easily now. Or at least, I could understand Romanian and he could understand my english. According to the booklet that was a devil power. The kiosk owner chuckled. "If you're going to ask for help appeasing your woman, I'm afraid I don't have any ideas."

That made me chuckle. "She's fine. She's just sulking because she's feeling competitive. Actually, we're around here sightseeing because we heard some interesting folk tales. We were hoping you might help us find a place?"

"The Scholomance." He said with a nod. "About half the tourists are looking for it, ever since it showed up in that Stoker book."

"Stoker?" I said in confusion. The only Stoker book I knew of was…"Wait. Dracula? Why was the Scholomance in Dracula?" Luc hadn't mentioned that particular legend, and neither had Roran, at least not that I'd heard.

The man looked surprised. "In the book, Dracula attended the Scholomance. It was where he learned his dark powers. I thought that was why you were here? Most people only hear about the school through that story. Of course, that's all just folk tales. There is no real black magic school. It's just a fairy story."

"Of course." I agreed with a chuckle. "People can be pretty ridiculous. Still, my girl has her heart set on visiting the sight." I winked at him. "That macabre shit gets her going, you know."

He nodded sagely, looking her over. "I wouldn't have thought she was the type, but she's hardly the first. Well, since you were so generous with your payment I suppose I could share what I know about the supposed site."

I'd known I overpaid, but who the fuck had change to break a gold coin. If it was a benefit that was all the better. "I appreciate it man. Gotta keep the little missus happy." I said seriously.

He chuckled and pointed off into the distance. "Supposedly, the Scholomance was located near or possibly under a lake outside the city. In the mountains to the south, there is a small lake whose surface is black as ink. It there the devil supposedly attended his students. Thirteen were their number, and one to attend him. Though as the book told it, Drakul was his student as well. Fifteenth among their number."

That would be the missing one. Fifteen was the magic number for devils. I was almost positive this place had been a peerage. Two birds one stone here, I could learn about Devils and help Daphne's sister too.

After thanking him and letting him pack up the glass rose with lots of tape and padding, I led Daphne away from the kiosk and told her what he said. Most of it anyway, I left out the whole 'lusty goth mystery slut' backstory I'd given her. It didn't seem like an important detail.

Once she heard what I'd been told, she was all for abandoning our daytrip to make a run up to the lake and see what we could see. Still, despite her fervor, I could tell she was unhappy giving up the chance to spend time together. I put an arm around her, pecking her on the head. "Don't be too down princess. I've been toying around with demonic teleportation. Once I get it down I can take us anywhere you want with or without permission."

Having to get clearance to leave campus was kind of cramping my style. It had been a happy accident that demonic circles seemed to bypass the wards on Hogwarts. Granted, I was still learning how to work the damned things, but it would make teachers' passes irrelevant.

She tried to play it cool, but I could see the slight smirk of joy playing at her lips. I made a note to take Daphne on a nice date with the circle once I got it working. Since that wasn't an option for now, we walked out of town and to the south, heading for the mountains we'd been told about.

It was a one or two hour trip at a leisurely hike, but when we arrived it was obvious we had the right place. A glassy black lake sat nestled into a small valley between two peaks. Despite the reasons for us being there, I had to admit it was picturesque and gorgeous.

Daphne took a deep breath. "A gorgeous little vacation spot, I admit, but I fail to spot a school building of any kind. Are we sure this is the right place?" She sounded worried, clearly unsure if we were on a wild goose chase that would lead nowhere. I took her hand, smiling as I pulled her closer.

"I am." I said firmly. "I can feel demonic power in the lake. This is definitely where the Scholomance is. Why else would there be devil energy in the water. I bet it's some sort of gate or defensive spell down there." I pulled her into my arms tightly, making sure to give her a proper hug. Daphne might not be a huggy person, but I was, and I thought it would help.

She chuckled, nodding slowly. "I'm sorry. You're right. This is your area of expertise. There's obviously something down there." She froze midsentence, looking over my shoulder at the lake, which was out of my eyeline. "Or…maybe there's something else of demonic origin down there. Like…a giant angry monster with red skin and horns."

I turned slowly, noting the massive shadow that had fallen over us. The absolutely colossal form of some sort of prehistoric proto troll glared down at us, its eyes blazing and a demonic circle on its forehead. That…would explain the energy. Shit.

November 12th, 2010. Sibiu, Romania 1:00 PM BST

Despite being midday, the sky above us darkened as the hulking form of the troll towered over us. "Run." I told Daphne sharply. My girlfriend didn't argue, bolting off to the left as soon as I finished talking. Despite that, she didn't go far, taking cover behind a rock, and beginning to case a few simple spells to prepare to help however she could.

"YOU DARE!" Boomed the mega troll. I blinked. Apparently it could speak, so that was good. Score one for devil language abilities.

"Hi." I called back. "Yes, I dare. Though, to be fair, I'm not clear on WHAT I'm daring to do. Maybe you could fill me in on this Mr…"

The towering red monstrosity glared down at me with white eyes, his curved horns holding back the black seaweed hair from his hideous face. The glowing eyes were rimmed with literal flames for eyebrows. He looked almost like a stereotypical devil depiction but the long arms, the underbite, and the head shape were clearly troll.

"You disturb my sleep!" Howled the troll in…I wanted to say Finnish? It was hard to tell since I heard english, and beyond that, the thing had a voice like gravel in a trash compactor. I rolled my eyes at the giant brute.

"We didn't even do anything yet! We literally just got here." I yelled back. "We're looking for the Scholomance. Is it down there?" I pointed to the lake, just to make the question simple for the big bastard.

The troll let out an earthshaking roar into the magically darkened sky. While his head was back, my hand blurred to my wand, and I pointed, funneled every ounce of power I could bring to bear into the stick, and bellowed. "STUPEFY!"

A beam of red the thickness of a fucking fire hydrant exploded out of the wand, smashed right into the bottom of the troll's chin, and the massive creature stumbled back a few steps, teetering slightly.

Then…it stopped doing that. And glared at me, mostly just looking really pissed off. I gritted my teeth as I hurled myself sideways (away from Daphne) and blurred off into the sky as the troll's clawed hand swept around and tore up a section of dirt where I'd been standing about as deep as I was tall.

I hovered in the air sheepishly. "Um…that was how people where I'm from say hello." I said lamely. "Your response was perfect. Now we've formally greeted each other and can be considered best friends. No need for continued violence."

The troll's mouth dropped open in a ferocious grin. "Friend." I exhaled in relief. "Friend fresh ingredient. Make friend soup."

"What kind of fucking recipe is that?" I yelped as I dove sideways to avoid the series of swipes. This thing was fucking huge, and my magic couldn't dig in because fucking trolls were nearly impervious to it. Even my suped up stunner had only made it take a step back.

I needed to do fucking SOMETHING though. This troll was out of my weight class, but I was a fucking devil wizard. Magic specialized in solving impossible problems. "Daphne!" I bellowed at the top of my lungs. "What are trolls weaknesses?"

"Well, physical force, if you'll remember!" She yelled back. "And they're not overly intelligent!"

The troll turned its head toward her, and I blurred forward and slammed my fist into its temple. My hand breached the skin, but only a few inches, which relative to its size was like a fucking pinprick.

Still, it got the things attention away from my girlfriend, even if it also got me smashed by a horn the size of a fucking bus. "Not helpful!" I yelled back. "Is there ANYTHING ELSE?"

She paused for a minute, then bellowed back. "I mean, I've heard they don't love sunlight!" That brought me up short (which almost resulted in me being fly swatted). The sky had gone black when the troll emerged. I assumed it was just magic intimidation bullshit, but maybe it darkened because the troll needed it to.

I didn't really have a sunlight spell. It could just be light in general they didn't like, but if I flashed a lumos and it shrugged it off I'd be a sitting duck. I decided to try something a bit more offensive. I pointed my wand again, condensed as much power as I could gather, and howled "INCENDIO!"

The cloud of flames I conjured was huge to me, an orb of fire the size of a small building. It was the same level of power that had vaporized Seras's house. To the troll, it was like a medium sized fist relative to its massive form, and when it slammed the monster in the face, it was driven back with a howl of pain and surprise.

It raised a massive clawed hand to its face with a snarl, reaving a slight scorch mark on its cheek and around its eye. I grimaced. That had been the biggest punch I had in me. This troll was clearly WAY too strong for me. Which made some sense when I considered that the people who had built this school were ALSO devils, and presumably much stronger ones than me.

The troll roared, it's eyes alight with madness as it swatted and batted at me. I was running out of moves. I raised my wand, deciding to try my last possible trick. I funneled my power again, realizing that these big spells were seriously depleting my reserves. Aiming at the open, rage filled eyes of the troll, I closed my own and shouted. "LUMOS!"

The flash of light was so massive that I got the glare through my fucking eyelids, but nowhere near as bad as Clifford the big red murder machine. His head rocked back and he howled with hate and pain. He didn't like…burst into flames, or whatever sunlight was supposed to do, but blinded was good enough for now.

I dove, my wings pinned to my back as I rocketed down to grab Daphne. Once I had her I swept forward and drove us both down into the black icy water of the lake while big red was distracted. The water was freezing even once I was in, but my darkvision made the blackness a non issue.

I could see under here perfectly, and my wings allowed me to move in water as easily as air (they didn't beat, the just channeled magic to move me) so we were able to dive easily enough. I pushed us to the bottom, avoiding the huge thrashing legs of the troll still standing knee deep in the surprisingly extensive lake.

Daphne couldn't breathe, or hold her breath as well as me, so I hurried to the bottom where I'd felt the energy. It wasn't a long trip at my speed, less than a minute, and I came to an area where the water was held away by some kind of magic bubble. Entering the bubble, Daphne and I both gasped, and I carried her down to the ground, setting her on her feet as we panted for breath.

"Ok." She said breathlessly. "We are finding a back way out of this place. Agreed?"

I laughed, pulling her against me for a hard kiss. She melted into me, kissing back hungrily, clearly as glad to be alive as I was. "Sure." I said as I pulled back. "But admit it, that was pretty fucking awesome."

She rolled her eyes, cheeks a bit red. "Boys. I appreciate your quick thinking and ability, but I'd prefer we DON'T get eaten by a giant lake troll." She gave me an odd look. "Could you really understand it? It sounded like an avalanche to me, albeit a slightly rational one."

"Finnish, I think." I said with a chuckle. "Don't quote me though. Who knows what it is or where it's from." I looked around. "I don't think it can get in here though." I looked around. "In fact, I don't know where the fuck it came from. It MIGHT fit in the lake, but only if it curled up in a ball under the water."

Daphne gave me a flat look. "It was probably summoned by magic." She said blandly. "I'd have assumed the blackened sky or the fact that it was a GIANT TROLL would have given that away."

"Right…" I said slowly. "Magic. Fair enough. Anyway, it seems to be unable to reach us now, and unless it's going to climb out of the lake and got for a stroll I figure it's going to be…un summoned or whatever. We can ignore it, but yeah, probably looking for a second exit would be best."

Before that though, we still needed to find the entrance. The bubble of lake we were in was odd. There was a large open sandy area like a normal lake bottom, and the seaweed was waving in the air like we were actually underwater. We walked around for a while, the area much bigger than expected, and eventually came to a huge stone door half submerged in sand.

The door was in a massive stone frame, looking like it was some kind of henge, and the double doors were engraved with hundreds of complicated magical formuli and symbols all worked into a huge circle covering both doors. Below them were sixteen carvings. Shapes that corresponded to the pieces one would find on a chess board.

I stepped up to them, running my fingers along the stone. Nothing happened for a moment, but when my fingertips brushed across the shape of the king piece, the engraving began to glow with a demonic red light. The doors groaned and scraped as they slowly crawled open, a whoosh of air emitting from inside the newly opened entrance as they slowly revealed the interior.

It was dark inside, but again, my dark vision made that a non issue. I pulled Daphne behind me, making sure my wings shielded her as we entered. As soon as we were in, the doors slammed shut with an earthshaking boom behind us.

When they did, a series of candles lit up in sconces along the walls, revealing to Daphne the interior of the Scholomance, or at least its front hall.

A cramped, darkly decorated, but oddly homey hall, with two massive wooden tables on either side stacked high with books. Down the center of the room ran a wine red carpet and on the walls between the sconces were bookshelves.

We followed the carpet, and the sounds of someone moving around, out of the entry hall, down a corridor, and off to one side to where a large dining hall sat equally well lit. At the table sat a man in what looked like a full suit and cape. He had a thin, well trimmed mustache, slicked back black hair gone grey at the temples, and dark, intense eyes.

"Oh." He said with surprise when he saw us. "Visitors. It's been ages since we've had any guests. Apologies for not welcoming you personally." He glanced behind us. "I do hope you didn't hurt poor Mustakrakish. I had a devil of a time getting him to agree to watch over this place." He winked at us, making it clear the pun was intentional.

"Ok…" I said slowly. "That's…nice? I mean, he's fine, if slightly pissed off. But more importantly, who the hell are you?" This guy was clearly a devil, I could feel that shit from here, and a strong one too. He could probably kill us with a snap of his fingers, but I was too confused to really give a shit right now.

He laughed brightly. "Ah, forgive my lacking manners my friends. I suppose that would be far from clear." He stood, sweeping his cape back as he dropped into a courtly bow. "I am the personal chamberlain of the great devil Radivan. The protector of the Scholomance and defender of its hoarded knowledge. My name is Vincent Van Ghoul, and it's absolutely lovely to meet you."

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