Ok, so some of you might recognize this next part, that's because section's sixty and sixty one were out of order. I went back and added the missing section to the end of last chapter if you want to go back and read it, but please enjoy the rest of the chapter as regularly scheduled lol.

December 13th, 2010. Ministry of Magic, England, 7:00 PM BST

"Damn, this place is really nice." I whistled in amazement as we entered that massive white and gold ballroom. "Like…way over the top, but still, I love what they've done with the room." There were dozens of magical effects coating the place, streaming lengths of gold and white cloth ghosting above us, ghosts dancing atop them as the mirrors lining the walls turned the whole tableau into a spectral spectacle.

Theo snorted. "It better be nice. You have no clue how much they pour into this party every year. High end enchanters shipped in from all over europe, magical materials, creatures, hell, they bought the ghosts special for tonight, all anchored to haunted objects they can send back or put in storage after."

"Well, it looks impressive at any rate." I said with a shrug. "So…you're the high society guy. What do we do first?" I glanced at my redhead. "Suzie? Any ideas? I kind of want a drink, but maybe we should go say hi to your Aunt."

Her cheeks darkened. "Introduce you…to my Aunt? I suppose that's important, yes. We could do that." She grabbed my arm, pulling it against her side and taking a long, deep, breath before nodding firmly. "Yes. I think it's time you meet my Auntie." She turned to the other two. "Hannah, do you and Theo want to come? You know Auntie is always happy to see you."

"I think we'll hit the dance floor." Said Hannah with a smile. "Wouldn't want to step on your moment. Good luck though, you've got this."

Susan looked uncertain, but only for a second, then found her footing and dragged me into the crowd. Leaning in, I whispered in her ear. "You helped me fight a demonic ghost with the head of a lion not long ago. You can face your Aunt. Why are you so worried anyway?"

"Auntie is…critical." Said Susan worriedly. "I don't know if she'll like you. Or think you're good enough."

"Do YOU think I'm good enough?" I asked her gently. When she sputtered an offended affirmative I gave her a smile. "Then who CARES what she thinks? You're eighteen, and she doesn't get to pick your boyfriends. If she doesn't like me that's her problem. You don't owe her anything."

Susan stopped. "I DO." She said firmly. "I owe her everything. She took me in when my parents died. Raised me like I was her own daughter. I don't want her to think I'm not grateful."

"Kids aren't supposed to be grateful." I quoted. "They're supposed to eat your food and break your heart. Raising someone isn't a transaction. If she loves you, she'll want you to be happy, and if she doesn't like the way you do it, she can get over it."

She stared up at me silently, and the sheer adoration in her eyes made me a little uncomfortable. "You're one of the bravest people I've ever met, Ryan." She said softly. "And you make me feel like I can be brave too."

I cleared my throat. "Keep talking like that and I'm going to kiss you senseless, lipstick or not, and wouldn't THAT be a first impression."

That seemed to tip her over the edge of some kind of tension threshold, because she just dissolved into breathless giggles. I hadn't thought it was that funny, but she just doubled over laughing, unable to speak through the gales of laughter. "Sorry." She wheezed. "Sorry, it's just…her FACE. At MY face."

Catching her by the arm, I help her up while she got her giggles out, and then helped her stand up as she took slow breaths to calm down. "Did that help?" I asked with a smirk.

She nodded. "Yes. So much. It's hard to be scared of something you think is hilarious."

"Agreed." I said with a smile. Then I saw Amelia Bones and my jaw dropped. "Ok, the fuck?" I asked as we got closer.

Susan rolled her eyes. "Yes, Auntie has very large breasts. I'll probably get them eventually too. She was a late bloomer that way, and so was my grandmother. This is going to be difficult enough, can you please not stare?"

"I can't promise that." I said bluntly. "What are those? F cups? And that dress is so low cut."

"Eyes up." She snapped, and I jumped a bit at the bark in her voice. Raising an eyebrow at her, she shrugged. "Daphne isn't the only one with a family member who gets lots of male attention. My Auntie always overshadows me in the looks department. I don't like the idea of you drooling over her. I know you're a devil though, and you can't help it."

I snorted. "Fuck that. If it bothers you I'll ignore it. And for the record, you are NOT overshadowed. Sure, she's got tig ol' biddies, but you're a fucking showstopper. Your smile, your eyes, your heart. My Suzie is a hundred times prettier than some old bag with big jugs."

"Ryan!" She said in a faux scandalized voice. But her lips were quirking up uncontrollably in a smile. "That's my Aunt. Be respectful at least."

Shrugging, I pulled her close to me. "Yes dear." That got a deeper blush. "Now, why don't you introduce me. Not doing much good sitting over here waffling." I kept my gaze firmly on Amelia's eyes, though it was a struggle. They were blue apparently. Go figure.

Bracing herself, Susan nodded again, then marched purposefully up to the woman in the blue silk dress. "Auntie." She said primly. "You look lovely. I wanted to introduce you to my boyfriend, Ryan. Ryan, this is Amelia Bones, head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. My Aunt and guardian."

I extended a hand, but Amelia just glanced down at it dismissively. "Boyfriend." She said shortly. "I assumed you'd start showing interest in men more once you started Hogwarts, but I hoped you'd show better judgement. A member of the Black family, of all things." She clicked her tongue in disapproval.

"Yeah, I hear my family were mostly dicks." I said easily. "I could understand having an issue with them, but that's them, not me."

She shook her head. "Blood will out, boy. Every member of your cursed family are rotten to their bones." She gave Suzie a sad look. "I thought I'd met a decent one when I was your age too. But it was all lies. There are no members of the Black family that aren't evil."

Godsdamnit. Another of my fucking uncle's exes? Or did she mean dad? "Look lady. I don't know you, and you sure as fuck don't know me. I'm not evil, or tainted, or corrupted, or whatever dramatic little insult you want to sling at me. As for my uncle? I've heard more than a few bad things, but I've heard some good too. I ALSO heard he didn't get a trial, which is bullshit, and I'm going to be pushing for that to be corrected."

"Well said!" Cackled a high pitched voice I hadn't heard before. I turned to find a tall, dour looking woman with iron grey hair pulled back in a bun so tight it dragged her eyebrows up. Not up in surprise though, she somehow looked like she was constantly disapproving of everyone around her. "Good to know the current Lord of the House of Black has a spine."

I recognized her from the picture my mom had shown me, and I nodded slowly. "Aunt Cassiopeia. I was hoping to run into you here."

"Of course you were, boy." She snapped. "It's the whole reason you came. You let yourself get sidetracked with the Bones trollop." She sneered at Amelia. "Flouncing those sacks of meat around on display like that. It's shameful. In my day-"

Amelia rolled her eyes. "In your day people lived in mud huts and and ate toads and flies to stave off hunger. No one cares about your history lessons you vicious old crone." At Susan's shocked look, Amelia shrugged. "I told you I was well acquainted with the Black family. I've met the harpy before. She didn't like me then either."

"Because you were an obscene harlot then too. You and that McKinnon girl, always leading my fool nephew around by his nose." She scoffed. "I told him you were just after his money, but he never did listen to me."

I cleared my throat. "Suzie, why don't you take your Aunt to get some punch while I talk to mine." I said in a pleasant voice that brooked no argument.

My girlfriend nodded, grabbing Amelia's arm. "That sounds like a smart idea. Come, Auntie, lets get you something to settle your nerves." She shot me an apologetic smile. "Come find me after, we can enjoy the rest of the party."

Once she was gone, Aunt Cassie sniffed. "Like uncle, like nephew, I suppose. A Bones and a blonde, from what I hear. At least the Greengrasses are well bred. The Bones family is nothing but two harlots and an old manor. You could do better." She sniffed at me. "So. I take it you came to beg for my help? Shouldn't you be groveling?"

I glanced at her, weighing my words for a minute, then shook my head. "Nah, fuck that noise." She blinked and I just shrugged. "I'm not negotiating with you. Uncle Sirius is in prison, and there was no trial. Dad seemed convinced he was innocent, so you're going to start pulling strings to get him out."

"Oh, am I?" She said archly. "And how do you propose to make me do that, boy? Are you going to beat an old woman?"

"Nope." I said cheerfully. "You're going to do it, or I'm going to publicly kick you out of the Black family. I can do that, you know. I'm the Lord. I'll strip you of your name, and I'll make sure everyone knows it."

Her face went flat. "You can't do that." She snapped. "That's political suicide. I'm an established member of the house in good standing. My name is synonymous with Black. You'd be as good as telling everyone your abandoning your entire history."

"Oh, I'm sorry." I shrugged. "I didn't care. The House of Black exists in its current form for my use. If I can't use it, then it's not much good to me. It's not like my money will vanish if the house's name collapses. Look, I just met you, but I don't like you much. You're old and unpleasant and frankly, you smell like too many cats. I gave you my terms. Do as you're told or end up out on the street."

Her eyes, grey as steel like most of the family, locked onto me, boring a hole my head for a minute. And then, she began to laugh. "Finally!" She crowed. "A Lord with a backbone. That's the way a Lord of the House of Black ought to behave, boy. Take what you want, give nothing back. Aye, I'll apply pressure, get my nephew a trial. You just be ready to make sure it sticks."

I knew what she meant. The Ministry had buried my uncle last time, and they could do it again, trial or not. I needed public attention on this…which meant I needed connections in the wizarding world. She wanted me to fucking MINGLE with all these high society types. Joy.

Sighing internally, I nodded, dismissing her as I turned to find Susan and her aunt…and coming to a stop as I nearly ran into a tall man with long blonde hair. He looked like an emaciated fabio with his sneering expression and faux elegant cane. His smile as he saw me was unpleasant. "Well." Said the man I was pretty sure was Lucious Malfoy. "If it isn't my newest nephew. I think we need to have a chat." It was official. I fucking HATED fancy parties.

December 13th, 2010. Ministry of Magic, London, England, 8:00 PM BST

Lucius Malfoy. A bastard of the highest order. Number one on my mom's 'kill on sight' list, a person indirectly responsible for the deaths of several of her friends and probably dozens more, and within throat ripping range of me right now.

I…kind of wanted to kill him. The world would be objectively better without him in it. His neck was so close, and it didn't take much force relative to my strength to rip out someone's throat with your bare hands.

But I choked that down. It was wrath, and I tried not to let that one run off with me. Plus I didn't want to mix it up with several hundred wizards, including some highly trained combat veterans, at the same time. I was a tough son of a bitch, but there were limits, and if even one of them got a decent spell off I'd be eight kinds of fucked.

I could tank damage, but there were spells that made the ground frictionless and turned the air to molten metal. Power and strength weren't the same thing, and my amateur flailings with sorcery weren't enough to offset centuries of magical R and D and training on a societal level. Yet.

"Lucius." I kept my tone even and pleasant as I stared him down.. "Good to see you. Glad you were able to afford to come out tonight. Money has been tight for you, right?"

His jaw tightened, but he kept the fake smile pasted on. "Just a temporary setback. I have my lawyers looking into the situation. I'm sure my money will be returned to it's rightful owner any day now."

"I doubt it." I said cheerfully. "I've been burning through it pretty fast. I'm not planning to blow too much of the family fortune, but since I got a big ass windfall recently I've been buying whatever I want. It's been lots of fun. I can see why you were so smug about being rich, it's a blast. You should try it again when you get the chance."

He snarled, his good humored mask slipping as he glared at me with his beady little eyes. "Half blood trash! I'll-"

The threat he'd been about to make froze. My wand was out, my hand moving faster than the human eye could track, and it was pointed right between his eyes. "Allow me to clarify something. You're annoying, but harmless to me, I'll shoot the shit with you if you want. But don't you ever. EVER. Talk badly about my mother. Even indirectly. Because I don't give a fuck about rep or station. I'll challenge you to a duel and execute you right fucking here, you pretentious snivelling little shit sipper."

My voice was arctic as I stared him down. And I meant it. I didn't want wrath controlling me, but there was some things I wouldn't allow. I wasn't letting this fucking human dumpster fire even obliquely reference my mother. I'd murder him right here in cold blood and to hell with the consequences.

There was a hush in the crowd as he stated into my eyes, and I saw him register the complete and total sincerity in my gaze. I'd kill him. Right this instant. And he fucking knew it too.

"As if some…upstart lordling, would be my equal on the duelling strip." He very carefully didn't mention my half blood status. Which was smart. Talking about me being a half blood was talking about my mom. I gave no fucks about blood purity, but this pretentious fuck had better keep my mother out of his fucking mouth.

I nodded jovially. "There we go. Stick to more personal insults, you maggot breathed goat raping ass weasel." His jaw dropped a bit and everyone around us just stared. Apparently they weren't used to name calling. Suzie meanwhile was trying desperately not to burst into giggles next to me.

Apparently unsure of how to respond to me now that I'd just openly humiliated him and scared him too badly to get violent, he scowled and glared at me. "This isn't the end of this, BOY." Then he turned and stalked away, his robes snapping like a cape in nonexistent wind. Did he have a spell for that?

"That may not have been entirely wise." Said an aged voice behind me. I turned, and was absolutely blown away by the person returning my gaze.

I'd seen Dumbledore. He was the headmaster of the damned school, but I'd never been close enough to him to FEEL his magic. He felt…colossal. Like, ME colossal. His magic was gargantuan, an oppressive force of arcane might weighing me down as if I were standing under a lead blanket.

And then…it was gone. Vanished in a blink, and I was just looking at a kindly old man with a twinkle in his eyes with half moon glasses.

I felt a scrape at the walls around my mind, the evil piece deflecting an attempt to access it, and his eyebrow raised. Reaching out a hand, he gave me a kind smile. "Mr. Black, I'm sorry we haven't had much time to speak at school. I've heard such interesting things about you in your short time with us."

"Thanks." I said simply. "It's a great place. Why did you mention threatening Lucius though. Don't tell me you disapprove."

He chuckled. "Oh I'd wager nothing you just said is anything dozens of people, including myself, have wanted to express to the man. Albeit perhaps more…colorfully worded. Still, Lucius isn't a man to be underestimated. He has many means to cause a man problems. I would be cautious of making him an enemy."

I shrugged. "He's always been my enemy, and pretending he isn't won't stop it from being true. Might as well make sure he knows where I stand."

"Perhaps." He conceded. "It's certainly an approach. Still, be careful, even if you don't deem it truly necessary. Consider it the imposing request of a paranoid old man."

"I'll take it under advisement." I said carefully. "Although, I was hoping to speak to you about something I've been looking into. I did some research, and it turns out that my uncle was never actually given a trial."

He winced. "An…unfortunate necessity. Near the end of the last war, things became so hectic we simply didn't have the resources available to try the Death Eaters we were catching. As much as I admire your loyalty, however, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. Trial or not, I'm quite certain of Sirius' guilt. As unfortunate as it may be, he was simply the only one with the means to have caused the Potters' deaths."

As sure as he sounded, I was less so. My dad's portrait was adamant Sirius wasn't working with the Death Eaters. And since my dad HAD been working with the Death Eaters, using them to track down leads for my 'condition' there was no way he wouldn't have known. Not to mention how every person who knew him swore they'd never have believed it if the evidence hadn't been so strong.

Seeing my expression, he sighed. "I understand your pain, dear boy. To see a loved one fall to darkness, it is an agony unlike any other. I know hope can be the most tempting thing in the world, but I beg you not to indulge too deeply. False hope can be even more painful than no hope at all."

"Some things need to be done." I said firmly. "Even if they aren't wise. Even if they might come back to bite you. Some mistakes need to be made, even if you know beforehand they might BE mistakes. Because not making them is worse. I WILL get my uncle his trial. And then the truth will out, one way or another."

I expected sadness, or disappointment, but to my surprise, the old man's eyes twinkled with something that looked a lot like pride. "Ah, sometimes I need reminding that house placement isn't everything. Ambitious you may be, but you've got the bravery of a Griffyndor, and the loyalty of the most steadfast Hufflepuff." He smiled kindly at Suzie. "You must be very proud, Miss Bones."

Her answering smile was radiant. "More than I can say. And I'll be right there with him every step of the way."

"You share one admirable trait with your uncle, Orion." Dumbledore chuckled. "And that is the ability to choose truly remarkable people to surround yourself with. To this day, I've never understood his reasons for doing what he did, but I hope you can redeem your family name as he once seemed poised to do." His smile turned self deprecating. "I suppose even the older and wiser of us can't resist the sweet siren song of hope."

I put an arm around Suzie. "I'll take care of my friends, no matter what. As for redeeming the Black name? It's just a word, Professor. It only means what we decide it does. I'll put it to good use where I can, but names only define objects. People get to make our own definitions, even if some of us are too stupid to realize it."

He barked out a laugh at that. "Well said, dear boy. Well said indeed. I appreciate you humoring an old man, and it was truly wonderful to have met you. I hope we can speak again in the future. For the moment, I believe I'm depriving poor Miss Bones of her evening of excitement, and I try never to impose on my students. If you'll excuse me, I think I'll go try some of the punch. I've heard delightful things."

With another doting smile, he nodded to us, and then turned and strode off into the crowd, heading for a table in the far corner where a bowl of punch was waiting.

"Weird guy." I said bluntly, earning an elbow from Suzie. "What?" I said, rubbing my ribs for show. "He IS. Not a BAD guy by any means, but definitely weird. I wonder if he knows Vincent. They give me a similar vibe."

"Maybe." Said my girlfriend thoughtfully. "They're both mixed up in magic in the region. Though it's more likely he knows that Skeleton Detective, considering they were both part of the war."

"Speaking of war." I said flirtatiously. "Keeping my hands off you in that dress is the most difficult battle I've ever been in. Care to dance, maybe tempt me a bit further?" I winked at her, enjoying how easily I could make my redhead blush.

She nodded shyly. "I'd like that." She said quietly. I held out a hand, and she took it, allowing me to escort her out onto the dance floor.

Of course, I had NO idea how to do fancy ballroom dancing. So I mostly just swung her around and picked her up in fancy ways that seemed like they might be real dance moves. She obviously knew I had no clue what I was doing, because she was giggling like mad the entire time, but she didn't seem to mind.

Some other people did, and they glared at us, but fuck em. I didn't give a shit about these people, and any potential allies anal enough not to work with me because I danced wrong would be unbearable to deal with anyway. I just focused on having fun with my girl, and enjoying the huge smile on her unspeakably pretty face.

Sadly, all good things must end, and we eventually decided to leave. As we headed outside, Susan pulled me close, her voice shaking slightly, and said. "I had a nice time tonight." I reciprocated and gave her a soft kiss, and she looked away shyly. "I think…I'd like it if we kept the night going…with just the two of us." Her blush deepened. "I mean, if you want to that is. If you don't I understa-" I cut her off with a hungry kiss, and her smile split her face as I dragged her to the alley to portal back. I couldn't wait to get home.

December 13th, 2010. Ryan's Manor, England, 10:00 PM BST (smut warning)

The rest of the night was pretty uneventful. We met a few famous wizards, a few government types, and talked to gods know how many pompous assholes before finally calling it a night. I'd been trying to gain some influence, make inroads with some movers and shakers, and I was frankly glad to be rid of them.

We headed back to the house after, saying goodbye to Theo and Hannah after inviting them to Christmas dinner at my place. Daisy was over the moon at cooking for so many, so a few more wasn't a problem.

As we pushed inside the house, I found it abandoned. At least, no one was downstairs. I grabbed Suzie by the hand and led her upstairs, pulling her along to my room. I pulled the door shut quietly. "Try to keep it down." I murmured in her ear, leaning in close. "It's a big house, but I don't know any spells to muffle sound."

Suzie shuddered slightly at the feel of my breath in her ear. "I…I can do that." She said breathlessly. "I can be quiet for you."

Pulling her by the hand, I led her over to the bed, sitting down but leaving her to stand. "My Suzie." I said quietly. "Look at you. So beautiful. So sweet. You're a good girl aren't you Suzie? Always doing what you're supposed to?"

I was flying blind here honestly, but I had a few signs to point the way. Her cheeks reddening in the dark made it clear I was on the right track. "I…I try." She said, her breath coming faster.

"Good girls don't go up to a man's room with him all alone though." I pointed out with a smirk. "Good girls don't tease with their sexy little dresses. Are you really a good girl? Because if you are, maybe you should leave. Go back to your room."

Her eyes widened. "I'm not!" She said sharply. "I'm not then. I'm not good. I can be bad. I'll be bad for you."

My smile widened. "A bad girl huh? That's another story. Bad girls do things like this all the time. But you don't look like a bad girl either. When a bad girl comes to a man's room she doesn't wear a dress. If you're a bad girl you should change your clothes."

Her big blue eyes were boring into mine as she nodded, reaching up behind her neck as she stepped back, stripping off her dress for me.

I had to stifle an audible groan as I saw her naked body for the first time. Daphne in her sexy lingerie was a treat, but my innocent Suzie topless (I don't think she could fit a bra under that dress) in a pair of dark green lacy panties was a fucking SNACK. Her pale, perky breasts were capped with light pink nipples, already hard as she stood in front of me, practically panting. "Is this…right?" She said meekly.

I leaned forward, grabbing her wrist and pulled her across the distance, yanking her into my lap. She straddled me as I leaned up to kiss her slowly, starting at her mouth and kissing down her jaw and neck. "It's perfect." I murmured. "You're perfect. Even when you're bad you're my good girl."

She wriggled her hips, grinding her already sopping pussy on the front of my pants. "You think I'm pretty?" She whimpered. "Pretty like Daphne?"

Tossing her off me, I slid off the bed as she squeaked in surprise. She was hanging off the bed, feet planted on the ground with her soft sweet little ass up in the air. I gave one pale cheek a swat and she whined a bit, but I leaned down and kissed it better. "Pretty like Suzie." I said firmly. "I won't have you bad talking my girl." I nipped at a cheek. "Look at this ass." I chuckled. "I've been drooling over this since we met."

"You like…my bottom." She stammered out. I snorted, placing another smack on the same cheek.

"Nope." I said firmly. "Frumpy goody goody's have 'bottoms'. This, my girl, is an ASS. A sweet fuckable little rump. I'd happily suffocate between these cheeks." I reached up and tore her green panties off flipping her over. "And THIS." I leaned forward to lick her well trimmed cunt. "Fuck this is just paradise."

"That's…oh." She said dumbly. "Oh that's very nice. I like that very much." I grinned, shoving my face between her thighs and clamping my mouth over her wet pussy, wriggling my tongue into her. "Oh, Ryan." She whined. "That's not. That feels so good. What is that? Oh merlin, your tongue is so wriggly, do that more. Please keep going. I like it. I like it so much, I'm going to-"

Her hips slammed up into my mouth as she squirmed and whimpered, exploding all over my face as her body locked up like she was being shocked, only to slump down onto the bed, eyes glazed as she stared up at the ceiling. I climbed up her body, taking her lips in a bruising kiss the she took a second to register but then got into.

"THAT." I said firmly. "I what I wanted to do to you. Not to Daphne. To you. I wanted to munch that pretty pussy until your eyes rolled up. You taste it on my lips? How fucking delicious you are?"

Her eyes were wide, darting around. "I…I tasted…it." Her voice was faint, barely over a whisper, and not because she was worried about getting heard. My little cinnamon roll was so shy and repressed.

I shook my head. "Sweetie. Sex is more than just pole in hole. You can stop me anytime you want. Let's make a safeword. If you say pineapple we can stop. Otherwise, I'm going to teach you all about sex. You've got a lot to learn. Does that sound good?" She nodded quickly, eyes down and cheeks red, and I smiled down at her. "Good. Now what do you want learn first?"

Blushing, she turned her head to the side. "I want to make you feel good. Like you just did for me. With my mouth."

"Well I won't argue with that." I said with a laugh. I reached down to take off my shirt and robes, stripping my pants and boxers as I got off the bed. Suzie followed me off, and since I'd turned around, she didn't get a good look at my dick until I turned around.

Her eyes went wide. "That's…definitely bigger than I expected. Daphne wasn't kidding." She swallowed hard. "I don't know if I can fit that whole thing in my mouth. But I'd like to try."

Stepping up to where she sat on the bed, I walked past her and grabbed a pillow, dropping it on the ground. She got on her knees, big blue eyes shining as she stared up at me in adoration. I put my dick at her lips, said. "Be careful of your teeth." And then started to push.

I expected her to gag. To choke, and for me to have to pull back. I expected her to panic, or lose her breath. Hell, I expected her to get spooked and back out. I expected a lot of things. But I did NOT expect sweet little Suzie Bones to be a fucking natural born blowjob genius.

My dick went into her mouth, then kept going, then KEPT GOING, until I fucking bottomed out, and she didn't gag once. I felt her fucking throat around me as my hand gripped the back of her head, and I almost came right there. Pulling back, I slid all the way out, letting her gasp for air for a second before asking her. "Do you not HAVE a gag reflex?"

She giggled. "Hannah and I used to play a game as girls. We would eat popsicles by sticking them down our throats to see who could melt theirs the fastest. I always won."

Laughing, I grabbed her and picked her up, tossing her on the bed. "I think I'm the main winner of that particular game, but we'll revisit that skill later. Because that felt fucking amazing, and I don't want the first time I cum inside you to be in your mouth, no matter how good it feels. Are you ready to try taking me?"

With a determined look, she nodded. "I can do it. Just go slow. Please?" She spread her legs, showing off her soaked pussy. I climbed on top of her. This wasn't Daphne. Suzie was delicate. I needed to take my time.

I put the head of my dick against her entrance and started to push. She winced after an inch or two, and I stopped. After a second she nodded and I pushed deeper. Rinse and repeat, I got further and further in. Fuck she was tight. Unbelievably almost painfully tight. I could almost feel her fucking heartbeat through her pussy.

Finally, I bottomed out, and I looked down at her, waiting for her response. Her face was scrunched up in slight pain, but she breathed through it. "That's all of it." I said gently. "How do you feel?"

She let out a shuddering breath. "Full. I feel so full. It's nice. It kind of stings, but it feels right. You inside me Ryan." She giggled almost drunkenly. "I have you inside. You're so deep."

I slowly started to pull out, earning a groan. I was glad I ate her and that she sucked me off a bit before we started, because if there were literally any more friction I'm not sure I could have stuffed myself in her.

"Oh." She said, sounding pleasantly surprised. "That's very nice. That feels…oh I like that. You can move faster." I liked her little narration thing. It was cute. Not exactly dirty talk, but it kept me apprised of what she was feeling. I started to pick up speed. My hips slapping into her cute little ass just a bit faster.

I groaned. "Fuck you're tight. This is the tightest pussy I've ever been in. You feel amazing."

Her eyes were hooded as she stared up at me. "I'm making you feel good." She giggled breathlessly. "You like it inside me. I'm so glad. You can do more. Make yourself feel good with my…" She blushed. "With my p-pussy. Just keep f-fucking my c-c-cunt." She squeaked in embarrassment, covering her face with both hands even as she groaned in pleasure.

Laughing, I started going harder. It felt like she was sucking me in, welcoming me into that hot little snatch of hers. Fuck I wanted more. I sped up just a bit faster, and her legs locked behind my. Reaching down to move her hands I kissed her soundly. "Suzie you have to uncross your legs. I'm going to cum."

"Please don't go." She begged. "I'm ready for you. Just do it inside. I want to feel it. I want to feel how happy I made you. I'm on the potion."

I groaned, but I wasn't going to argue with a creampie if she was offering and there was no chance of kids. I reached down and ground a thumb into her clit, and her eyes flew open wide in surprise. "Oh! Do that harder. More please. I feel so good Ryan, I'm going to, going to…." She threw back her head and fucking SCREAMED.

Up to this point the sex had been pretty quiet, some moaning and grunting but that was it, but Suzie's squirting bucking orgasm as I came inside her broke that trend. Of course, I didn't care much about that as I was emptying my balls into my sweet little redhead. We'd deal with the noise tomorrow.

I slumped down on the bed when I finished, pulling her against me, but she wriggled away, sliding down my body. At my questioning look she just smiled. "I have to finish what I started earlier. Just lay back and relax Ryan. I'll make you feel good." Fuck. I had the best girlfriends.

December 23rd, 2010. Greengrass Manor, Hampshire, England, 6:00 PM BST

"So is everyone ready?" I asked as I straightened my tie. I was wearing formal wizard's robes, but my mother STILL insisted on a tie. She was standing next to me, with Suzie and Seras on either sides. My vampire had been brought along because she was now a member of my peerage, which my mother said made her technically a member under me in the House of Black.

She had her contacts in, and was dressed in a low cut red dress that made her tits somehow look even bigger. "I feel like a swot." She complain, tugging at the bottom of the dress and pulling it down enough to make her cleavage need to be fixed immediately. Seras didn't dislike the dress length, she just wasn't comfortable in formal wear.

"You look so cute though!" Chirped Suzie happily. She'd been walking on air since we consummated our relationship. She'd also been bonding with Seras non stop. She gave the other girl a kind smile. "I promise, everyone will love you."

That was pretty much a complete lie. Daphne was going to despise Seras, given her breast size and my blonde girlfriend's issues with busty women. Still, she'd get over it. She'd have to.

There was a slight pop that only Seras and I could hear, then the door slowly creaked open. One the other side of it was…possibly the oldest creature I'd ever seen in my life. Long batlike ears, drooping skin, and an honest to gods monocle over one eye. "Can Whiskey be helping you?" It croaked.

"We're here for dinner." I said politely. "Lord Greengrass and his family are expecting us?"

The creature blinked its huge eyes at me. "Whiskey is being told to greet dinner guests. You are dinner guests?"

A sigh echoed out as Daphne stepped from behind the door. "Yes, Whiskey, these are dinner guests. Why don't you go help papa set the table?" Her tone was surprisingly gentle as she smiled down at the little elf, who nodded and popped away. She turned to us. "Sorry about Whiskey. He's ancient, but he's family. Took care of my mother when she was sick, and he's wonderful with Stori."

I stepped forward, opening my arms wide with a grin. "There's my girl. Merry christmas. I brought you the BEST present."

She snorted derisively, but I could see the little twitch at the corner of her lips as I pulled her in for a hug. "Happy christmas, I suppose." She sniffed. "If you went through all the trouble of getting me a gift I suppose I should reciprocate at least that much." She looked at the others. "Welcome by the way. Susan, Mrs. Black." Her eyes locked on Seras. "And I see we have…a new face. You must be Seras."

Her voice was even and composed, but I saw her jaw tighten slightly as she stared at my vampire. Fantastic, because I needed a pissing contest.

I heard another pair of footsteps coming toward us and turned to see who it was. It took a minute because she was kind of slow but finally a girl came around the corner. "Daphne?" She said weakly. "Who is that? Are your friends here?"

My slytherin princess was immediately uninterested in Seras, almost leaving a trail of smoke as she nearly sprinted to her sister's side. "Stori! You should be in bed. You know we were going to have Whiskey bring you down when it was time to eat. If you use up all your energy now you'll fall asleep before the food is done."

The girl she held up looked NOTHING like her. I'd expected Astoria to be gorgeous and blonde. Like Daphne but bustier, at least based on Tracey's comments. To my surprise though, they looked nothing alike. Where Daphne was tall and blonde, Astoria looked like a little dark haired china doll. Pale skin, crystal blue eyes that were the only similarity to her sister, and a face more cute than beautiful, Astoria looked…fragile.

She smiled widely when she saw me looking. "Oh, you must be Ryan! Daphne's been telling me so much about you, about all your friends. I'm so happy she has people in her life now. It's just been us since our mother died, and I worried so about her."

Daphne's face turned mortified. "I never said anything about Ryan." She snapped quickly. "I said…Hawaiian. I was thinking of taking an island vacation. With Susan. But now you've ruined it so we never need to talk about it again."

"But that sounds like so much fun?" Protested Suzie in a hurt tone. "I'd love to go on vacation with you."

Seras gave her a pitying look. "Oh honey. I think maybe you shouldn't go places by yourself anymore. How about you let us know when you're going to put yourself around people, yeah?" Her tone was a little patronizing, but Suzie didn't notice.

"That's what I said!" Crowed Daphne in triumph. "She's a brilliant girl, but our Susan is too good for this world. She always wants to see the best in others." She gave her a searching look. "You know. I didn't expect to have much in common with you. No offense."

Seras shrugged. "It's fine, I didn't think I'd get along with you either. We're pretty different people. I take it from the comment you're willing to try to come to an arrangement?"

"I suppose." Sniffed the less statuesque of my blondes. "It IS Christmas. And I suppose having someone of a more…pugilistic nature around might be useful. I'll make an effort not to be openly unpleasant. Best I can do."

Seras gave her a cheeky grin. "I think that's probably pretty hard for you as it is." Daphne rolled her eyes instead rising to the bait, and Suzie clapped her hands once in joy. "Excellent! Everyone is friends. Now Daphne, why don't you introduce us to your adorable sister." Astoria blushed as my redhead fussed over her, and the rest of us smiled at how good Suzie was at defusing tension.

My girl was a natural born peacemaker. She might be a bit trusting, but she had that sort of unflinching optimism and good will that made that sort of thing more endearing than annoying. It even worked out for her most of the time. And for the rest…well we'd make sure to take of that if it became a problem.

The girls started talking, and my mother pulled me aside to let them bond. She grinned at me. "Sometimes men need to know when to shut up and stay out of the way." She said gently. "It's a life skill.

Daphne took us through the house, giving us the grand tour as she led us to the stairs. "Sorry about the state of the place." She said airily. "Whiskey is old, and Anna isn't much of a cleaner." I didn't know what she was talking about, it looked spotless to me, but I chose not to mention that. "Through here is the atrium, the parlor, and down there is the dining room, where we'll eat when dinner is ready."

When she mentioned the last room, a voice called out. "Daphne dear, are your friends here?" The voice wasn't high pitched exactly, more…light. Pretty rather than grating. The woman who followed it out was ALSO pretty.

Long caramel colored hair, tanned skin,and busty. The woman had a wide, bright smile and kind eyes. When she saw Astoria her smile wilted. "Oh Astoria, why are you out of bed? You know you're supposed to stay upstairs until Whiskey comes to get you for dinner. You'll fall asleep in the potatoes at this rate."

"She's fine, Anna." Said Daphne coldly, as if she hadn't JUST made nearly the same comment. "I'm watching her. We'll make sure she has enough energy for dinner."

Anna, the presumed stepmother, flinched a bit. "Oh, well if you've got her Daphne, I suppose that's alright. Do you kids need anything? A snack maybe? I could have Whiskey make you something."

"We're going to be eating soon." Said Daphne stiffly. "So thank you but no. We'll be upstairs."

"Alright then." Anna said shakily. "Well, happy christmas then. I'll see you both at dinner." She put on a forced smile before turning and bustling off into the dining room. I felt kind of bad for her. She seemed nice.

Suzie had picked up the same vibe. "She seems like a sweet person." Said my redhead carefully. "Is there a reason you two don't get along?"

Daphne continued leading us to the steps, then up into her own room. "Put Stori on my bed." She said sharply to Seras, who was at this point almost carrying the smaller girl. "She wants to spend time with us but she needs rest. This way she can do both."

Seras nodded, sweeping the girl up and carrying her to the bed. She set her down gently, then turned back to Daphne, giving her a slow nod. I had to fight a grin. My little vampire rook was already such a bodyguard. It was adorable.

"So." I asked casually. "Do you want me to give you your present early?" I kept an eye on Astoria, but was relieved that she seemed to have drifted off, just the effort of descending the stairs enough to knock her out. I was glad I hadn't waited any longer on bringing the cure. I reached into my robe, gripping the book tightly and enjoying the anticipation.

Daphne shrugged, playing nonchalant. I could feel her tension. I lowered my voice as I closed in, grinning down at her happily. "We found the spell."

"You WHAT?" She shrieked. Or tried to. I covered her mouth to stop her from waking up her sister, so it came out more like 'hmph hm?' She was practically vibrating with excitement as I pulled out the book and handed it to her. She read the title and raised an eyebrow. "Hmphr?"

I rolled my eyes as I moved my hand away. "Yes REALLY. Dracula wrote it. Remember him?" She rolled her eyes. "Pretty much. He has the ritual we need in here. I spent most of this month running around Europe looking for the damned ingredients, but I just BARELY managed to find them all in time."

Focusing, I snapped my fingers, and a circle appeared on the bed. Well, it appeared two feet above the bed. And a bag fell out and bounced off the mattress. Seras caught it before it could hit Astoria, glaring at me as she did.

"Sorry, still don't have that down. She ok?" I winced as I looked over at the smaller Greengrass. She was such a tiny thing the bag hadn't come near her, but seeing her pale and feeble lying in bed like that really drove home what Daphne had been going through all these years. She must have been suffering so damned much. No wonder she was a frigid bitch sometimes.

She stared at me, completely missing the exchange as she glanced from me to the book. Her eyes started to glisten, and to my absolute shock and mortification, Daphne Green grass started to cry.

"Fuck." I said in a panic. "I…this is good right? Why is she upset?" I looked at Suzie and my mom. "What do I do? How do I fix it?" Why was she fucking crying. This was going to save her sister's life. People didn't cry about that kind of thing.

My mother rolled her eyes. "She's happy crying." I blinked at her. Happy crying? What kind of nonsense was that? People cried when they were sad. I wasn't a shut in, I'd been around plenty of women. I'd never seen one 'happy cry". She giggled, a sound that was almost alien coming from my Daphne, then leaned up and gave me a long, soft kiss. I smiled slowly. Well, ok then. Maybe happy crying wasn't so bad.

December 23rd, 2010. Greengrass Manor, Hampshire, England, 7:00 PM BST

"So are we doing this ritual before dinner or after everyone goes to bed?" I asked casually as Daphne sorted through all over the items we'd had to collect. She pulled out a feathery bra, holding it up with a raised eyebrow. I shrugged. "Honestly hard to tell what parts of the ritual are necessary and what parts are just Alucard fucking with us. He's kind of a troll."

"He's a troll?" Said Suzie in surprise. "How did I not notice? He looked so human."

My mom burst into a fit of giggles, ignoring my glare. "Not like that, dear. It's a muggle term. A person who causes mischief for their own amusement."

"Now THAT sounds like him." Agreed Daphne. "I think we should do the ritual later tonight. It'll be too noticeable right now. I REALLY want to do it and get it over with, but this seems like a whole production, and Anna might get underfoot."

I considered bringing that up, but it seemed like a whole can of worms I didn't need to touch. "We can wait if you want. Is she going to be ok through dinner? Because no offense she looks like she might keel over any second." I cast a worried look at Astoria, the girl seeming near death.

Daphne just sighed. "It's been like this for months. One more night will be fine. And if something goes wrong there's still the…other option."

Nodding, I helped her pack everything back up. We'd been going into the specifics of the ritual for nearly an hour, so I wasn't surprised to hear the call for dinner from outside the room. Whiskey might be old, but he had the presence of mind not to enter a room uninvited.

Heading downstairs, I felt the whole house fill up with delicious scents. Ham potatoes, green beans, meat pies, jello, and about a dozen other dishes filled the table full to bursting, each place set with what I'd been informed ahead of time were 'christmas crackers'. Who decided to invent a christmas dinner decoration that exploded I had no idea, but it certainly seemed like fun.

Anna was waiting for us, and Whiskey popped Astoria down into a large padded chair. Beside the chair, sat a tall, severe looking blonde man. Despite his sharp features, his expression was soft as he pulled up a blanket over Astoria, tucking her in below the arms and pushing the chair in so she could reach her plate.

When he saw me looking, he nodded. "Lord Black." He said, without any particular indication that he considered the title important. "Welcome to my home, and happy christmas."

"Merry Christmas to you too, Lord Greengrass." I said with a jovial nod. I wasn't switching my greeting. Merry Christmas sounded better, and I'd fight all of England before I said anything different. Besides, no one seemed to find it too odd. "I'm afraid I didn't get you a gift." I said apologetically. Which was a lie, I got him a ritual to fix his daughter, but I wasn't saying that.

"I'm not a teenage girl." He said bluntly. "I don't need you to whine and dine me so you can get into my knickers."

I smiled winningly at him. "Good, because no offense, but you're a bit hairy for me. But hey, if you have your hopes up just keep waiting. I'm sure there's a man out there for you. If that 'not a teenage girl' thing is negotiable maybe try polyjuice."

He stared daggers at me for about a minute, before his stony face cracked and he burst out laughing. "Well that's certainly not Reggie's mouth on you." He glanced at my mother. "I assume he got that from you. It's good to see you Sylvie. Happy Christmas. It's been far too long." He reached across the table, leaning forward to kiss my mom's hand.

"Cyrus." She said with a small smile. "Happy Christmas. I'm sorry about Mattie. She was a dear friend to Reggie."

He chuckled. "Too dear, I daresay. I almost challenged him to more than one duel over her. Not that he had eyes for anyone but you and Rosemerta."

"Those Black boys." She said fondly. "Both too pretty for their own good, or the good of anyone else in the castle. Reggie wasn't so bad, but Sirius." She clicked her tongue. The good humor fled after a moment though.

"Wait…you guys know each other?" I asked in annoyance. "Is there anyone you DIDN'T go to school with?"

She shrugged. "Most of us got pregnant right past graduation. For me it was an accident, but a lot of our classmates were taking fertility treatments. Haven't you notice how many of the people you've heard about had children the same age?"

Daphne swallowed hard. "So you knew my mother?" She looked almost afraid to ask.

"Not overly well." Said my mother, shaking her head. "Mattie was a Slytherin, as were the other Greengrasses. Cyrus was in Ravenclaw, and they were betrothed. He actually took her name when they married. Joined the house." She smiled at him. "You two were sure about each other from the time you could walk."

I remembered Daphne mentioning that her dad had spent hours of time in the library looking for information about the blood curse. I hadn't even questioned why he would be when he mother was the one who died from it. Apparently she'd shared the curse with him. Not that it would have been easy to hide.

Although she had gone to Hogwarts too. So maybe it got worse generation to generation. "So, Anna. Tell us about yourself." My mom said, smiling at the other woman. "I've been out of touch for years, but I'm glad Cyrus has found someone to share his life with."

Anna blushed, looking down. "I don't know if I'd phrase it quite that way. I'm not much good around here. But I'm very happy to have met him."

Daphne snorted and her father shot her a reproachful glare. She settled down and I smirked a bit, earning a kick in the shins. We spent the rest of the night enjoying the company. Mom and Cyrus told us about the good old days, he passed out presents. We exploded the crackers, which was neat but weird (they were full of candy) and then we had cocoa and retired to our rooms.

Once I was sure everyone was asleep, I slipped out of my room to Daphne's. Mom and Suzie weren't going to be involved, we didn't need too many non relatives. Just the caster (me) and members of the bloodline in question.

Sneaking into Astoria's room, Daphne had me pick her up, carrying her out into the hall and down a set of steps to a large drawing room.

Once we were inside, she shut the door slowly, then slipped out her wand and tapped the door. There was a red pulse, and she let out a loud breath. "Alright." She said in a normal voice. "This study has noise cancelling wards so my father can work. We shouldn't be disturbed. Tell me what's needed."

I reached into the bag, pulling things out one at a time. "First up a rug woven from the hair of an icelandic virgin born missing a toe." She glanced at me incredulously, and I shrugged. "I don't fucking know, it was in the book. I swear, if we hadn't had some of China's contacts we'd never have found half this shit."

Continuing to pull things out, I listed the items as I set them down. "Left parietal bone of a redheaded saint. A daisy that first bloomed in the thaw of spring in nineteen twenty six. A pocket watch that belonged to an alcoholic priest. A piece of wood from a tree that was struck by lightning. A fulgurite, a jar of calf's blood from a one eyed calf, and a quartz crystal mined by an orphan with three dogs and a pet tarantula."

"I see what you mean about not being sure what's real or not. So…how do we do this?" She glanced at the ingredients with worry.

Unrolling the carpet, which was bleached white, I took out the blood. "This is a rite of cleansing." I said as I started to trace out a large circle on the white fabric. Each object supposedly has some significance in that area. What we need to do is draw out the circle exactly, and then set each item in its proper place as we perform the ceremony. Light those candles for me?"

She nodded, withdrawing the candles (earwax from a tibetan monk) and setting them up according to the diagram in the book, which I left open on the desk.

The circle was…big. Big enough to fit two people which was good, because if we cleansed this wrong the damned thing would backlash onto the nearest female relative, IE Daphne. The symbols were complex and flowing, interrupted randomly by jagged, almost violent sigils that disrupted the lines.

Within those sigils we placed the artifacts gathered, and as we completed the preparation, I stood and started to chant.

We'd translated the thing, because I was going to fuck up the pronunciation otherwise, so I chanted in English. "Camazotz." I intoned. "Hunter in the dark. Lord of whispering wings. I beseech you, sever the ties of blood from magic, destroy the bindings of poisoned spell." Daphne leaned forward and, as the ritual called for, blew out a candle.

On the blanket, the saint bone shattered, the dust blowing across the rug and melding into the calf's blood the circle was traced in. I moved on. "Ma'at." I said solemnly. "Goddess of light, cleanse the taint of unwoven sorcery. Purify the vessel and return the magic to the world." Daphne blew out the second candle.

Another shattering sound as the crystal exploded, likewise pouring onto the blood. I moved on to the next god. The Morrigan. Then Indra. Then a god called Tathagata. One god, one candle, one object destroyed. Finally we reached the final incantation. I reached into the bag, pulling out a brass bowl, and cut my wrist, bleeding into it.

Astoria was still sleeping soundly in the center of the circle (Daphne had stunned her, albeit gently). I carried the bowl over to her and set it on her stomach, grabbing the final piece of the ritual, the wood, and dipping it in the blood. "Prometheus." I called loudly. "He who forsook the gods and granted fire to mankind. Aid your wayward child. Stoke the flame of her life and burn away the withering decay."

As I finished speaking, the wood caught fire, the bowl following suit, and the flames spilled out of the brass and across her body, sinking into her flesh. At first they were bright red, like a ruby, but they began to darken. Once they turned black, I waved the burning wood, and the ruby flames on that turned black as pitch as the fire on Astoria receded.

I slumped back, a big grin on my face as I pulled it away, and Daphne woke Astoria, the girl gasping deeply and sitting up. Eyes wide. I stared at the black flame on the stick and carried it over to the bag. I removed a jug of water, careful not to spill, and stuffed the wood into it.

The fire SCREAMED as it went out, dark smoke billowing up from the jug, and the holy water turned black as pitch. I grinned and started to put everything away. We'd already finished the ritual, so we were officially done.

Or we would have been, except for the scream Astoria released as the door was blown open, and a dozen figures in robes flooded the room, metal masks in the shape of skulls gleaming in the light of the sconces. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, stepping in front of the girls. I recognized a scent mixed in there. A mentholated stench of blood and cold stone. Lucius. Alright. That was enough bullshit. This fucker was going to die tonight.

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