I know...i know...I SUCK!
So....my social life has been hectic to say the least lately. But that is no excuse..i know..i am hanging my head in shame....
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sparks “Tarquin,” said Warrington with a hint of panic, “Snape’s been by and he says that it is imperative that he sees you straight away. Do you think he’s found out about our plans for today?”
A rather subdued Tarquin looked into Chris’s pale green tinged face and gave a wry smile. Chris looked like he had swallowed slugs. He was nervous as a cat and with good cause. Today was Chris’s wedding day.
“No,” said Tarquin soothingly. “If he knew, we would be strung up in his office by now.”
“That’s reassuring,” said Marcus as he came up behind the pair.
“Marcus,” hissed Chris, “Did Bell have to spend the night? I thought we were trying to be discreet until ‘it’ happens. And did she have to scurry out of the room making that huge racket in the middle of night instead of dawn as per usual?”
“That wasn’t my Katie,” said Marcus with a smirk as he looked at Tarquin.
“It was Circe?” said a very surprised Chris Warrington.
“Has she taken leave of her senses?” asked Marcus sardonically.
Tarquin’s face got expressionless as he looked away from his mates.
“What is it?” asked Chris as Tarquin’s suddenly pale face managed to distract him from the rather quick and permanent change he was about to make to his life.
“Circe dumped me,” said Tarquin wryly, “then she shagged me. I used to do it the other way around. Poetic justice, don’t you think? She told me that her family believes that I am ‘meant’ for her sister, Cassandra, so she finished it with me.”
“I am sorry,” said Marcus seriously.
“Oh, well,” said Tarquin with a wry grin. “You can’t always get what you want, eh?”
“Circe will come around,” said Chris soothingly.
“No,” said Tarquin firmly. He looked Chris in the eyes as he said this word. Chris frowned at the utter finality in his voice.
“You better go see what Professor Snape wants,” said Marcus with a frown. “We need to keep him distracted. Try not to think about our plan while you are in his office. I am not quite sure but I think Snape has a device or perhaps is a mind reader. He always seemed to know about my wilder plans ahead of time especially if I plotted them out in Potions.”
“That’s true,” said Tarquin. He was not surprised by Marcus’s observation. Marcus was always the clever one. He liked to hide his cleverness behind a façade of Quidditch humor and insults. Tarquin knew better, though.
“I should go see what he wants or else he’ll be sniffing around here straight away,” said Tarquin as he shook the feeling of melancholy away with difficulty. He felt tired and his eyes felt gritty but his mates needed him. He squared his shoulders.
Marcus watched Tarquin leave with a pensive look in his eyes. He shivered and wondered to himself if Katie was going to be by soon. He had a sudden urge to hold her close.
Snape’s Office:
Tarquin walked into the office with his thoughts guarded. He didn’t know how but Snape always seemed to know what Tarquin was thinking or plotting and secrecy was key today. He looked around the room then his eyes widened as he took in the unfamiliar scene in front of him. His mother and his father in the same room at the same time and it wasn’t even Yule.
“Tarquin,” said Quinton Bole with a gruff smile. He leaned in to kiss his son’s cheek. He didn’t notice that Tarquin was stiff with shock. He was looking over his father’s shoulder to look at his mother in surprise.
“Yes,” said Maire Bole with a stiff smile. “Tarquin.”
“Mother,” said Tarquin with a sardonic smile. He gave his father the cold shoulder. He did not see his father wince when Tarquin took his seat in between his mother and father.
“To what do I owe this great honor?” asked Tarquin with a raised eyebrow.
“Manners, Tarquin,” said Maire Bole sharply as she gave Professor Snape a sweet smile.
“Sorry Mother,” said Tarquin with a twist of his lips. He and his mother exchanged identical cold looks. For once, Tarquin’s bruised heart wasn’t into the usual superficial veneer of civility that he usually adopted when dealing with the witch that was his mother. He liked to call her that, Mother. It annoyed her to no end that he was getting older. She would have to admit to being over thirty soon. Tarquin gave a low chuckle.
“What is amusing you, son?” asked Quinton Bole hesitantly. He was bewildered by Tarquin’s cold demeanor towards him. He and his son were usually co-conspirators untied against Maire Bole.
“Nothing,” said Tarquin as he felt a rush of anger towards his father. It was his father that insisted that Tarquin marry one of the Jones girls. It was his father that was responsible for Tarquin’s broken heart. He refused to look at his father.
Tarquin swallowed as he tried to dampen down his overwrought emotions and keep his mind focused but it was so hard with two of the primary reasons for his unhappiness sitting beside him. He started in surprise when a knock came at the door. He frowned when he saw his mother put on what he liked to call her company smile.
“We have been waiting,” said Maire in a smooth voice. “Tarquin, you remember the Jones’ from Yule?”
Tarquin’s heart gave a lurch as Cassandra and Circe preceded their father and step-mother into the office. Circe’s face was flushed as she looked anywhere but where Tarquin was sitting frozen to his seat.
Tarquin gave a faint nod that seemed to satisfy his mother. He caught a glimpse of her pleased smile out of the corner of his eye and he felt his stomach plummet. His mother in a good mood did not bode well for the coming meeting.
Chapter 44: Graduation Day
“I can’t believe it,” said Terry quietly as he looked at his pile of luggage stacked neatly against his bed. “It’s over.”
“Yes,” said Marcus as he looked the piece of paper in his hands. He held the parchment with a sense of wonder. It was his license to practice magic. He was a full fledged wizard now.
“I cannot believe the ceremony took that bloody long,” grumbled Adrian as he piled expensive jumpers and shoes haphazardly into an open trunk.
“You are such a slut,” grumbled Terry as he began to fold up Adrian’s trousers with a disgusted look at his best mate.
“Folding is for house elves,” said Adrian unrepentantly.
“How did you get so neat?” asked Marcus ignoring the fact that his Quidditch gear, books and equipment were sitting in a pristine pile beside his trunks - trunks that had socks and shirt sleeves protruding from the sides. He was also ignoring the sense of melancholy that was overcoming him. A chapter in his life was ending. School was over.
“A part of me wished that the year wasn’t over,” said Ter wistfully.
Marcus gave Terry a rueful smile. Trust Ter to be the one to say what they were all thinking. But then again, Ter was never afraid of showing emotion.
Adrian frowned into his pile of open trunks and busied himself with his books.
“The leaving feast starts in an hour then the house cocktail party began straight after the feast,” said Marcus with a sigh. It was a Slytherin tradition. The party was meant to be their first taste of adulthood with proper food and drink for the first time. They were supposed to mingle and bid their classmates farewell with foie gras and champagne. Slytherins always did it with style. He started to button up his dress robes with a distracted air.
Adrian sighed then stretched and eyed his bulging wardrobe with a pout.
“Don’t look at me mate,” said Ter with a grin. “I am not the one who buys clothes without first figuring out where I am going to put them.”
“I wonder if Daria has any room in her trunks,” said Adrian craftily.
“I’ve got an idea,” said Marcus dryly. “Why don’t you reduce the lot? We can perform magic any time we want now.”
Terry gave a laugh as Adrian hit his head with annoyance.
“It’s going to take time to adjust,” said Adrian loftily.
“I know,” said Marcus pensively. He took one last look around his room and picked up the binders sitting on his bed. “I am going to give these playbooks to Professor Snape. He will want the next captain to have them.”
“Who will be the next captain?” asked Adrian as he paused in his packing.
“I don’t know?” said Marcus with a slight smirk.
“You do,” said Ter with a glint in his eyes. “It’s Warrington, isn’t it?”
Marcus gave a non-committal shrug and told Ter and Adrian he would meet them in the Great Hall. As he walked down the chaotic corridor filled with celebrating graduates, he finally really smiled. He was going to miss old Hogwarts. But it was time to let go and move on to better things. He looked down at the playbook he had spent countless hours perfecting and realized that he was giving it up without a fuss. His playbook had represented a great many things to him the past. For a long time, it had held his hopes and dreams between its pages.
Tell Me Chapter Twelve:
“Ohhhhhhh,” moaned the dark haired girl as she thrashed under his flashing hips. She wrapped her arms around his biceps and groaned as a flare of heat went through her body. Her curly hair drifted across her face as his body urged her higher on the bed. She wrapped her slender legs around his waist and arched up into his thrusts.
“Herm..i…..ownnnnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeee,” moaned the man as he drove into her welcoming heat. He was so close.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh,”
He wrapped his hand her slender neck as he thrust into her pussy with hard stabbing thrusts. He closed his eyes and he could see her in his mind - all flushed and pink with passion. He rammed himself into her as he came with a loud shout. He called her name again and again as the pleasure soared through his body.
“Hmmmm,”
Victor roused himself off her sweaty body with a sigh and rolled over onto his back beside the panting girl. He covered his eyes with a sigh.
“What does herm…herm….whatever you said mean in Bulgarian,” asked a breathless voice a few minutes later.
Viktor opened his eyes to look at the girl with a calm expression on his face. She looked like his Hermione but had not one iota of Hermione’s bright intellect.
“Nothing interesting,” said Victor with a smile as he got up and looked around for his clothes.
“Your English has improved so much,” said the girl as she unselfconsciously put her bra back on. She looked around the richly decorated room with appreciative eyes. She had counted herself lucky to have been invited all those months ago to go to an after party with the Falmouth Falcons. She had counted herself doubly lucky to have caught the eye of their new seeker. He was not only wonderful in bed; he did not seem to mind that she liked to chatter.
Viktor tuned out the girl as he fastened his shirt and listened to the faint noises bleeding in through the door. Marcus Flint always managed to have the craziest parties. He gave the girl a faint smile as he opened the door for her when she was dressed.
“Viktor,” said an amused voice from behind him. He was trying to get a drink from the overcrowded bar.
“Marcus,” said Viktor with a grin.
“You were missing a few minutes ago,” said Marcus with a raised eyebrow. “I wanted to introduce you to my fiancée.”
“You must be Katie,” said Viktor smoothly as he raised Katie Bell’s hand to his lips.
“Yes,” said Katie nervously. She gave him a tentative smile. The crowd at the party was large and loud and really glamorous. Katie felt a bit out of her depth. She was grateful Marcus hadn’t moved from her side. When she asked if he needed to take care of his guests, he said; ‘fuck them.’ She was at times appalled by his bawdy, passionate nature - and at the same time, very attracted to it. It was the saving grace of their arranged marriage. They were quite fascinated with one another.
“I have heard so much about you,” said Viktor as he repressed a smile.
Katie and Marcus were truly a match of opposites. He had known that both Marcus and Katie had been resigned to their engagement. At a dinner to celebrate their forthcoming union, they had met again after many years. Marcus said it was like he had been smacked over the head with multiple bludgers. In a space of a moment, Marcus said he had fallen totally and completely in lust. It made Viktor laugh, only Flint would not try to dress up the feelings he had for Katie Bell. And the sweet, shy girl was leading Flint in a merry chase. Viktor knew for a fact that Marcus had not bedded the girl yet. After a drunken evening, Marcus had told him that ‘the crazy witch’ wanted to wait until they were married.
“Good, I hope?” said Katie as she bit her lip and gave Marcus a look from underneath her eyelashes.
“You are all he talks about,” assured Viktor.
“Oh,” said Katie dryly. “I doubt that.”
“You shouldn’t doubt me, love,” said Marcus with an intent look into Katie’s blue eyes. Katie blushed pink at the look in his mossy green eyes.
“But it is the ummm….story of the locker room,” said Viktor with a wicked look at Marcus.
“I think the word Viktor is searching for is…joke,” said Terence Higgs with a drawl as he sidled up to the group. “Looking fine all rigged out there, Bell. Had no idea your tits were that big.”
Marcus gave Terry a speaking look that Higgs ignored. He gave Katie an angelic smile.
“I was wondering why Marcus here was all panting to get leg shackled to you,” said Terry with his eyes twinkling. “But when you remove the grime of the Quidditch fields, it is amazing how well some witches clean up.”
“I see you are as charming as ever, Higgs,” said Katie with her chin up.
“I do try,” said Higgs. “I just didn’t want Flint here extracting my teeth the hard way. I have heard that he punched Adrian for looking at you for too long the other week.”
“He was staring,” growled Marcus. “I know that look too. It’s the look that got a girl’s knickers off in two minutes back at school. He was trying to use it on Katie.”
“And every girl knew to never take Adrian Pucey seriously,” said Katie tartly.
“Speaking of Adrian, have you heard the latest gossip,” said Terence as he gave Viktor a side long look. “It seems that the team is going to do these charity games all over Britain. It seems that the Falcons and Puddlemere have to do them in penance for that bench clearing brawl last month.”
“It must be hell being on the same team as Wood,” said Marcus with a melodramatic shudder.
“Well, Ade says that Wood still has the dartboard with your face on it,” said Terry with a snicker.
“The one with Marcus when he had his hair short,” asked Katie curiously. “Or the naked one?”
Marcus gave an outraged gasp as Terry and Viktor choked on their drinks.
“There is a naked one?” asked Terry when he could finally talk. Marcus wore a shocked and appalled look on his face.
“Taken in the Slytherin showers by a spy,” said Katie with a grin.
“You saw me naked,” said Marcus after he recovered. He gave Katie a smoldering look. She blushed and her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him. “Hmmm, tell me more. Did you make a copy and put it under your pillow? Did you dream of me?”
“Well,” said Katie cheekily. “I know Ollie did.”
Marcus grimaced.
“Oh please,” said Terry with a scowl. “I just ate. But still, I always thought Wood was a little obsessed with you, Marcus. Remember?”
“You are a lippy girl,” said Marcus seriously to Katie.
“I know,” said Katie serenely.
“One of the games is at Hogsmeade,” said Terry casually.
Viktor smiled and said, “Really?”
Marcus gave Viktor a wide eyed innocent look.
“Shut up,” said Viktor with a scowl.
“I said nothing,” said Marcus with a smirk.
“Gods,” said a cut glass accent from behind Viktor. “Is that a drink?”
Adrian Pucey took Marcus’s drink from him and drained it with one gulp.
“What the hell?” grumbled Marcus.
“Sorry, Marcus,” said Pucey as he stole another drink from a passing house elf. “And I really do apologize for the next bit.” He gave a pained look over Marcus’s shoulder. “Please remember that I am your oldest friend and that you really like me.”
“Why?” asked Marcus suspiciously.
“No reason,” said Adrian as he drained his drink and looked around desperately. “Must be going. Great Party.”
“He’s getting more and more like his uncle Marius,” said Terry as he shook his head and watched Adrian bolt towards the bar in the corner. “Mad as a loon.”
“Hello Oliver,” said Katie breathlessly. She gave her fiancée a wide eyed look.
“Oh very funny Katie,” said Marcus with a snicker. “Did Adrian put you up to it? Nice joke.”
“Flint,” said a serious looking Oliver Wood. He came up behind Marcus. “I hear congratulations are in order.”
“Yes,” said Katie after a short silence. She gave Marcus a tentative look. “Thank-you.”
“How did you make it past the wards?” said Marcus with a glare once his voice came back to him. How dare that Scottish git come into his house? Did he not know he wasn’t welcome here? Marcus twigged and turned to glare at Adrian’s firmly turned back. He was going to kill his cousin Adrian.
“But we are glad to see you,” said Katie firmly. “After all, the entire Quidditch league was invited.” She gave Oliver a light smile. She gave Marcus a speaking look.
“True,” said Marcus grudgingly.
“How have you been Oliver?” said Katie determinedly.
“Quidditch has been good,” said Oliver smoothly as he took Katie’s hand and raised it to his lips. “You have grown into a fine woman, Katie.”
“Oh,” said Katie with a fixed smile. She could feel how tense Marcus was beside her. “Thank-you once again. Have you seen Angelina? I think she’s by the bar. We have some other guests to greet but I am sure we will talk later.”
Marcus nodded at the retreating Wood with ill grace.
“My,” said Higgs with an appreciative look in his blue eyes. “You were very lady of the manor there, Miss Bell. I never thought Marcus and Wood could be in the same room without bloodshed or wands drawn.”
“Well,” drawled Katie. “My mother always said that blood was difficult to get out of Persian rugs.”
“That and she had her heel dug into my foot the entire time,” said Marcus with a laugh. “You know, Katie, not even I am that ill bred to have a wand out fight in my own house. Do I look daft?”
“I wasn’t sure,” said Katie seriously. “I know how much you and Oliver dislike each other.”
“Dislike is such a weak word,” said Viktor with a grin. “I have never seen two players loathe each other more.”
“It started in school,” said Terry with a grin.
“And continues on the pitch,” said Viktor. He smiled at the appropriate places as the conversation swirled on around him but his mind was consumed with the thought that he would see Hermione again…..soon.
All Hermione could feel was his tongue in her mouth. She tore her mouth away from Blaise with a moan of protest. She could feel him. His sulky mouth was making its way down her taut stomach.
I have the plots in my head ......i am seriously trying
Aurelia
Luckiest Man
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sparks “Tarquin,” said Warrington with a hint of panic, “Snape’s been by and he says that it is imperative that he sees you straight away. Do you think he’s found out about our plans for today?”
A rather subdued Tarquin looked into Chris’s pale green tinged face and gave a wry smile. Chris looked like he had swallowed slugs. He was nervous as a cat and with good cause. Today was Chris’s wedding day.
“No,” said Tarquin soothingly. “If he knew, we would be strung up in his office by now.”
“That’s reassuring,” said Marcus as he came up behind the pair.
“Marcus,” hissed Chris, “Did Bell have to spend the night? I thought we were trying to be discreet until ‘it’ happens. And did she have to scurry out of the room making that huge racket in the middle of night instead of dawn as per usual?”
“That wasn’t my Katie,” said Marcus with a smirk as he looked at Tarquin.
“It was Circe?” said a very surprised Chris Warrington.
“Has she taken leave of her senses?” asked Marcus sardonically.
Tarquin’s face got expressionless as he looked away from his mates.
“What is it?” asked Chris as Tarquin’s suddenly pale face managed to distract him from the rather quick and permanent change he was about to make to his life.
“Circe dumped me,” said Tarquin wryly, “then she shagged me. I used to do it the other way around. Poetic justice, don’t you think? She told me that her family believes that I am ‘meant’ for her sister, Cassandra, so she finished it with me.”
“I am sorry,” said Marcus seriously.
“Oh, well,” said Tarquin with a wry grin. “You can’t always get what you want, eh?”
“Circe will come around,” said Chris soothingly.
“No,” said Tarquin firmly. He looked Chris in the eyes as he said this word. Chris frowned at the utter finality in his voice.
“You better go see what Professor Snape wants,” said Marcus with a frown. “We need to keep him distracted. Try not to think about our plan while you are in his office. I am not quite sure but I think Snape has a device or perhaps is a mind reader. He always seemed to know about my wilder plans ahead of time especially if I plotted them out in Potions.”
“That’s true,” said Tarquin. He was not surprised by Marcus’s observation. Marcus was always the clever one. He liked to hide his cleverness behind a façade of Quidditch humor and insults. Tarquin knew better, though.
“I should go see what he wants or else he’ll be sniffing around here straight away,” said Tarquin as he shook the feeling of melancholy away with difficulty. He felt tired and his eyes felt gritty but his mates needed him. He squared his shoulders.
Marcus watched Tarquin leave with a pensive look in his eyes. He shivered and wondered to himself if Katie was going to be by soon. He had a sudden urge to hold her close.
Snape’s Office:
Tarquin walked into the office with his thoughts guarded. He didn’t know how but Snape always seemed to know what Tarquin was thinking or plotting and secrecy was key today. He looked around the room then his eyes widened as he took in the unfamiliar scene in front of him. His mother and his father in the same room at the same time and it wasn’t even Yule.
“Tarquin,” said Quinton Bole with a gruff smile. He leaned in to kiss his son’s cheek. He didn’t notice that Tarquin was stiff with shock. He was looking over his father’s shoulder to look at his mother in surprise.
“Yes,” said Maire Bole with a stiff smile. “Tarquin.”
“Mother,” said Tarquin with a sardonic smile. He gave his father the cold shoulder. He did not see his father wince when Tarquin took his seat in between his mother and father.
“To what do I owe this great honor?” asked Tarquin with a raised eyebrow.
“Manners, Tarquin,” said Maire Bole sharply as she gave Professor Snape a sweet smile.
“Sorry Mother,” said Tarquin with a twist of his lips. He and his mother exchanged identical cold looks. For once, Tarquin’s bruised heart wasn’t into the usual superficial veneer of civility that he usually adopted when dealing with the witch that was his mother. He liked to call her that, Mother. It annoyed her to no end that he was getting older. She would have to admit to being over thirty soon. Tarquin gave a low chuckle.
“What is amusing you, son?” asked Quinton Bole hesitantly. He was bewildered by Tarquin’s cold demeanor towards him. He and his son were usually co-conspirators untied against Maire Bole.
“Nothing,” said Tarquin as he felt a rush of anger towards his father. It was his father that insisted that Tarquin marry one of the Jones girls. It was his father that was responsible for Tarquin’s broken heart. He refused to look at his father.
Tarquin swallowed as he tried to dampen down his overwrought emotions and keep his mind focused but it was so hard with two of the primary reasons for his unhappiness sitting beside him. He started in surprise when a knock came at the door. He frowned when he saw his mother put on what he liked to call her company smile.
“We have been waiting,” said Maire in a smooth voice. “Tarquin, you remember the Jones’ from Yule?”
Tarquin’s heart gave a lurch as Cassandra and Circe preceded their father and step-mother into the office. Circe’s face was flushed as she looked anywhere but where Tarquin was sitting frozen to his seat.
Tarquin gave a faint nod that seemed to satisfy his mother. He caught a glimpse of her pleased smile out of the corner of his eye and he felt his stomach plummet. His mother in a good mood did not bode well for the coming meeting.
Chapter 44: Graduation Day
“I can’t believe it,” said Terry quietly as he looked at his pile of luggage stacked neatly against his bed. “It’s over.”
“Yes,” said Marcus as he looked the piece of paper in his hands. He held the parchment with a sense of wonder. It was his license to practice magic. He was a full fledged wizard now.
“I cannot believe the ceremony took that bloody long,” grumbled Adrian as he piled expensive jumpers and shoes haphazardly into an open trunk.
“You are such a slut,” grumbled Terry as he began to fold up Adrian’s trousers with a disgusted look at his best mate.
“Folding is for house elves,” said Adrian unrepentantly.
“How did you get so neat?” asked Marcus ignoring the fact that his Quidditch gear, books and equipment were sitting in a pristine pile beside his trunks - trunks that had socks and shirt sleeves protruding from the sides. He was also ignoring the sense of melancholy that was overcoming him. A chapter in his life was ending. School was over.
“A part of me wished that the year wasn’t over,” said Ter wistfully.
Marcus gave Terry a rueful smile. Trust Ter to be the one to say what they were all thinking. But then again, Ter was never afraid of showing emotion.
Adrian frowned into his pile of open trunks and busied himself with his books.
“The leaving feast starts in an hour then the house cocktail party began straight after the feast,” said Marcus with a sigh. It was a Slytherin tradition. The party was meant to be their first taste of adulthood with proper food and drink for the first time. They were supposed to mingle and bid their classmates farewell with foie gras and champagne. Slytherins always did it with style. He started to button up his dress robes with a distracted air.
Adrian sighed then stretched and eyed his bulging wardrobe with a pout.
“Don’t look at me mate,” said Ter with a grin. “I am not the one who buys clothes without first figuring out where I am going to put them.”
“I wonder if Daria has any room in her trunks,” said Adrian craftily.
“I’ve got an idea,” said Marcus dryly. “Why don’t you reduce the lot? We can perform magic any time we want now.”
Terry gave a laugh as Adrian hit his head with annoyance.
“It’s going to take time to adjust,” said Adrian loftily.
“I know,” said Marcus pensively. He took one last look around his room and picked up the binders sitting on his bed. “I am going to give these playbooks to Professor Snape. He will want the next captain to have them.”
“Who will be the next captain?” asked Adrian as he paused in his packing.
“I don’t know?” said Marcus with a slight smirk.
“You do,” said Ter with a glint in his eyes. “It’s Warrington, isn’t it?”
Marcus gave a non-committal shrug and told Ter and Adrian he would meet them in the Great Hall. As he walked down the chaotic corridor filled with celebrating graduates, he finally really smiled. He was going to miss old Hogwarts. But it was time to let go and move on to better things. He looked down at the playbook he had spent countless hours perfecting and realized that he was giving it up without a fuss. His playbook had represented a great many things to him the past. For a long time, it had held his hopes and dreams between its pages.
Tell Me Chapter Twelve:
“Ohhhhhhh,” moaned the dark haired girl as she thrashed under his flashing hips. She wrapped her arms around his biceps and groaned as a flare of heat went through her body. Her curly hair drifted across her face as his body urged her higher on the bed. She wrapped her slender legs around his waist and arched up into his thrusts.
“Herm..i…..ownnnnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeee,” moaned the man as he drove into her welcoming heat. He was so close.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh,”
He wrapped his hand her slender neck as he thrust into her pussy with hard stabbing thrusts. He closed his eyes and he could see her in his mind - all flushed and pink with passion. He rammed himself into her as he came with a loud shout. He called her name again and again as the pleasure soared through his body.
“Hmmmm,”
Victor roused himself off her sweaty body with a sigh and rolled over onto his back beside the panting girl. He covered his eyes with a sigh.
“What does herm…herm….whatever you said mean in Bulgarian,” asked a breathless voice a few minutes later.
Viktor opened his eyes to look at the girl with a calm expression on his face. She looked like his Hermione but had not one iota of Hermione’s bright intellect.
“Nothing interesting,” said Victor with a smile as he got up and looked around for his clothes.
“Your English has improved so much,” said the girl as she unselfconsciously put her bra back on. She looked around the richly decorated room with appreciative eyes. She had counted herself lucky to have been invited all those months ago to go to an after party with the Falmouth Falcons. She had counted herself doubly lucky to have caught the eye of their new seeker. He was not only wonderful in bed; he did not seem to mind that she liked to chatter.
Viktor tuned out the girl as he fastened his shirt and listened to the faint noises bleeding in through the door. Marcus Flint always managed to have the craziest parties. He gave the girl a faint smile as he opened the door for her when she was dressed.
“Viktor,” said an amused voice from behind him. He was trying to get a drink from the overcrowded bar.
“Marcus,” said Viktor with a grin.
“You were missing a few minutes ago,” said Marcus with a raised eyebrow. “I wanted to introduce you to my fiancée.”
“You must be Katie,” said Viktor smoothly as he raised Katie Bell’s hand to his lips.
“Yes,” said Katie nervously. She gave him a tentative smile. The crowd at the party was large and loud and really glamorous. Katie felt a bit out of her depth. She was grateful Marcus hadn’t moved from her side. When she asked if he needed to take care of his guests, he said; ‘fuck them.’ She was at times appalled by his bawdy, passionate nature - and at the same time, very attracted to it. It was the saving grace of their arranged marriage. They were quite fascinated with one another.
“I have heard so much about you,” said Viktor as he repressed a smile.
Katie and Marcus were truly a match of opposites. He had known that both Marcus and Katie had been resigned to their engagement. At a dinner to celebrate their forthcoming union, they had met again after many years. Marcus said it was like he had been smacked over the head with multiple bludgers. In a space of a moment, Marcus said he had fallen totally and completely in lust. It made Viktor laugh, only Flint would not try to dress up the feelings he had for Katie Bell. And the sweet, shy girl was leading Flint in a merry chase. Viktor knew for a fact that Marcus had not bedded the girl yet. After a drunken evening, Marcus had told him that ‘the crazy witch’ wanted to wait until they were married.
“Good, I hope?” said Katie as she bit her lip and gave Marcus a look from underneath her eyelashes.
“You are all he talks about,” assured Viktor.
“Oh,” said Katie dryly. “I doubt that.”
“You shouldn’t doubt me, love,” said Marcus with an intent look into Katie’s blue eyes. Katie blushed pink at the look in his mossy green eyes.
“But it is the ummm….story of the locker room,” said Viktor with a wicked look at Marcus.
“I think the word Viktor is searching for is…joke,” said Terence Higgs with a drawl as he sidled up to the group. “Looking fine all rigged out there, Bell. Had no idea your tits were that big.”
Marcus gave Terry a speaking look that Higgs ignored. He gave Katie an angelic smile.
“I was wondering why Marcus here was all panting to get leg shackled to you,” said Terry with his eyes twinkling. “But when you remove the grime of the Quidditch fields, it is amazing how well some witches clean up.”
“I see you are as charming as ever, Higgs,” said Katie with her chin up.
“I do try,” said Higgs. “I just didn’t want Flint here extracting my teeth the hard way. I have heard that he punched Adrian for looking at you for too long the other week.”
“He was staring,” growled Marcus. “I know that look too. It’s the look that got a girl’s knickers off in two minutes back at school. He was trying to use it on Katie.”
“And every girl knew to never take Adrian Pucey seriously,” said Katie tartly.
“Speaking of Adrian, have you heard the latest gossip,” said Terence as he gave Viktor a side long look. “It seems that the team is going to do these charity games all over Britain. It seems that the Falcons and Puddlemere have to do them in penance for that bench clearing brawl last month.”
“It must be hell being on the same team as Wood,” said Marcus with a melodramatic shudder.
“Well, Ade says that Wood still has the dartboard with your face on it,” said Terry with a snicker.
“The one with Marcus when he had his hair short,” asked Katie curiously. “Or the naked one?”
Marcus gave an outraged gasp as Terry and Viktor choked on their drinks.
“There is a naked one?” asked Terry when he could finally talk. Marcus wore a shocked and appalled look on his face.
“Taken in the Slytherin showers by a spy,” said Katie with a grin.
“You saw me naked,” said Marcus after he recovered. He gave Katie a smoldering look. She blushed and her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him. “Hmmm, tell me more. Did you make a copy and put it under your pillow? Did you dream of me?”
“Well,” said Katie cheekily. “I know Ollie did.”
Marcus grimaced.
“Oh please,” said Terry with a scowl. “I just ate. But still, I always thought Wood was a little obsessed with you, Marcus. Remember?”
“You are a lippy girl,” said Marcus seriously to Katie.
“I know,” said Katie serenely.
“One of the games is at Hogsmeade,” said Terry casually.
Viktor smiled and said, “Really?”
Marcus gave Viktor a wide eyed innocent look.
“Shut up,” said Viktor with a scowl.
“I said nothing,” said Marcus with a smirk.
“Gods,” said a cut glass accent from behind Viktor. “Is that a drink?”
Adrian Pucey took Marcus’s drink from him and drained it with one gulp.
“What the hell?” grumbled Marcus.
“Sorry, Marcus,” said Pucey as he stole another drink from a passing house elf. “And I really do apologize for the next bit.” He gave a pained look over Marcus’s shoulder. “Please remember that I am your oldest friend and that you really like me.”
“Why?” asked Marcus suspiciously.
“No reason,” said Adrian as he drained his drink and looked around desperately. “Must be going. Great Party.”
“He’s getting more and more like his uncle Marius,” said Terry as he shook his head and watched Adrian bolt towards the bar in the corner. “Mad as a loon.”
“Hello Oliver,” said Katie breathlessly. She gave her fiancée a wide eyed look.
“Oh very funny Katie,” said Marcus with a snicker. “Did Adrian put you up to it? Nice joke.”
“Flint,” said a serious looking Oliver Wood. He came up behind Marcus. “I hear congratulations are in order.”
“Yes,” said Katie after a short silence. She gave Marcus a tentative look. “Thank-you.”
“How did you make it past the wards?” said Marcus with a glare once his voice came back to him. How dare that Scottish git come into his house? Did he not know he wasn’t welcome here? Marcus twigged and turned to glare at Adrian’s firmly turned back. He was going to kill his cousin Adrian.
“But we are glad to see you,” said Katie firmly. “After all, the entire Quidditch league was invited.” She gave Oliver a light smile. She gave Marcus a speaking look.
“True,” said Marcus grudgingly.
“How have you been Oliver?” said Katie determinedly.
“Quidditch has been good,” said Oliver smoothly as he took Katie’s hand and raised it to his lips. “You have grown into a fine woman, Katie.”
“Oh,” said Katie with a fixed smile. She could feel how tense Marcus was beside her. “Thank-you once again. Have you seen Angelina? I think she’s by the bar. We have some other guests to greet but I am sure we will talk later.”
Marcus nodded at the retreating Wood with ill grace.
“My,” said Higgs with an appreciative look in his blue eyes. “You were very lady of the manor there, Miss Bell. I never thought Marcus and Wood could be in the same room without bloodshed or wands drawn.”
“Well,” drawled Katie. “My mother always said that blood was difficult to get out of Persian rugs.”
“That and she had her heel dug into my foot the entire time,” said Marcus with a laugh. “You know, Katie, not even I am that ill bred to have a wand out fight in my own house. Do I look daft?”
“I wasn’t sure,” said Katie seriously. “I know how much you and Oliver dislike each other.”
“Dislike is such a weak word,” said Viktor with a grin. “I have never seen two players loathe each other more.”
“It started in school,” said Terry with a grin.
“And continues on the pitch,” said Viktor. He smiled at the appropriate places as the conversation swirled on around him but his mind was consumed with the thought that he would see Hermione again…..soon.
All Hermione could feel was his tongue in her mouth. She tore her mouth away from Blaise with a moan of protest. She could feel him. His sulky mouth was making its way down her taut stomach.
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