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The Division Bell	By : sarcastrow Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1543 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Division Bell

Chapter 1

Poles Apart

Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young

In a world of magnets and miracles

Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary

The ringing of The Division Bell had begun

"You're a fuggin' whore," said a voice in a drunken slur.

Katie shook her head and smirked. She knew that voice; everybody who frequented the Hog's Head did. Her left hand set her glass of Firewhisky on the dingy table while her right, hidden under the table, slid her wand from her pocket and up her sleeve. "I've never been paid for it," she said, looking up and smiling in Pansy Parkinson's face. "Unlike you, I'm given to understand."

Parkinson made a move for her wand but Katie, member of Dumbledore's Army, hero of the battle of Hogwarts, and member of Kingsley's hand-chosen special investigations and infiltration team, levelled her with a stupefy without even rising from her chair.

"So, what do you want to do with her?" said another voice from over her shoulder. Katie knew that one well too.

She drained her glass. "I don't know, Ab. Attempted assault on a member of MLE is a crime, but I don't feel like hauling her in at this time of night."

"Good," said Aberforth, and he hefted the barely-conscious woman from the floor. "I'll just take her up and put her to bed." The huge man carried the little brunette with ease as he lumbered up the stairs.

Katie looked around the bar at her companions. No one was paying her any attention. Duels were not uncommon in the Hog's Head, and most of the patrons were nearly unconscious themselves. This wasn't the life she had planned before the battle. That life was Quidditch, and marriage, and children. This life was danger, and lies, and somewhat lonely. She didn't have many male companions, but she didn't want many, she wanted a certain male's company. That was a problem for another day, though. The sound of tromping preceded Aberforth's reappearance.

"She all tucked in?"

"Yeah, poor girl." He sat at the table with her. "You puttin' Lucius Malfoy in prison last month drove her a bit over the edge; well, farther over the edge. She's been drunk pretty much since the wedding announcement."

"What wedding announcement?"

"Malfoy and the Greengrass girl."

"Oh, that," she huffed. "She's still carrying that torch?"

"Yes," he said sadly. "Listen, Katie, the younger Malfoy played on her affections and used her as his sex toy for eight years. He let his father fuck her whenever he wanted, and then he threw her away like a used tissue when the opportunity to marry into the Greengrass family came along. If it wasn't for Narcissa Black, she'd probably have killed herself."

"Narcissa's…" –she shook her head- "Wow, so different from before the war."

"Not really." Aberforth smiled at her questioning look. "She was never a true believer. When it came out during the trials how she saved Potter," -he paused- "and Lovegood," he added, and shrugged, "Well, the other side took a pretty dim view of her."

"She certainly helped in the arrest and conviction of her ex-husband."

"I bet a lot of that is because of Pansy," the old man said. "Pansy tells me that she and Narcissa had planned her and Draco's wedding for years, and then those last few, when the two men were passing her back and forth, well they grew to hate the older one and pity the younger."

"I hope when she divorced that fucking pig she took him for everything he had."

Aberforth smiled and nodded. "I'm pretty sure she did." He laughed. "Yeah, she tried to help Pansy, but… well, I've had more experience with this kind of thing."

"Okay, I'll forgive her then." She looked at him sternly. "Make sure she knows how lucky she is."

"I will," he said, and smiled at her. "When she wakes up in the morning I'll pour some coffee in her and tell her what happened." He looked across the table at Katie and shook his head. "She won't remember."

Katie smirked. "She's up in your bed, huh. Tell me you're not taking advantage of the situation."

The roar of laughter made the other patrons look up at them. "Oh, Katie, I've been with Pomona for close to twenty years now. No, I like my naughty bits right where they are, thank you." He chuckled again. "So, I didn't ask earlier. What brings you back to Hogsmeade?"

"Mission."

"And that would be?"

"Come on, Ab, you know I can't say anything."

"Unless you think I know something, then you chat up a storm."

"Sorry, part of the job." She looked at him and shrugged her shoulders. "Besides, I'm meeting Adrian and our contact here tomorrow. Don't even know what the assignment is yet."

He looked at her with a more serious expression. "You should be flying for the Harpies like Ginny Weasley, not chasing arseholes for Kingsley."

"None of us are doing what we thought we would be, Ab, what we wanted to," she said softly with a faraway look in her eyes.

He nodded at the pretty, black-haired woman. Many of his young friends wore the world-weary look he saw on her. This particular young friend was one of his favourites, and he needed to dispense some elderly advice. "You need to find a man, Katie Bell."

She looked up at him through her eyebrows. "Careful, Ab, you're treading on dangerous ground."

Unfazed, he continued, "You need a mate, and more than the friend kind. He needs to be that too, but you need someone to share that weight I see you bearing." He nodded his head toward the stairs. "You don't want to end up like Pansy." At her look he smirked. "I know, you wouldn't become a hopeless drunk like she's done, but you could end up just as alone, and that would be a sad end."

"Well, the one I want isn't interested."

"Still mooning over Wood, are you?" he said shaking his head.

"Stop now, Ab." Her look was ice cold.

He nodded again. "All right, but remember what I said." He rose from the chair and picked up her empty glass. "I'll just get you another"-he laughed- "on the house."

<*>

Miles and a universe away, Oliver Wood, the object of Katie's longing, lay on sweat-soaked sheets. He tossed; he turned; but as it had for almost every night the last seven years, sleep eluded him.

"Ced," he said, and wrapped his hand around his rock hard cock. He slid it up and down slowly, remembering.

"Come on, Oliver," said Cedric breathlessly over his shoulder, with his hands braced against the shower wall. The water cascaded over both of them as Oliver slid his cock up and down between the cheeks of Cedric's arse. "Take me, please, Oliver, I want you in me."

"Oh, god, Ced. I love you." He pushed the head of his cock into Cedric's welcoming heat. "I love you so much."

His lover sagged in pleasure as he slowly filled him. Cedric's face pressed against the tiles of the changing room shower, his tongue lolled out, and he pinched it between his lips and teeth. Oliver slid his hand around Cedric's thin waist and grasped his cock. Thick and curved, it pulsed in his hand as he deftly tugged and stroked, rubbing his thumb over its head.

"All the way, all the way, Oliver, please," said Cedric wantonly.

Oliver braced his left hand on the wall and slowly but firmly rocked his hips forward until he felt his bollocks and Cedric's touching, bouncing together as he stroked his hand back and forth.

"Ohu, hu, hu, hu." The inarticulate gasps that Cedric made as he pumped back and forth were Oliver's favourite sounds in the world.

"My loyal Hufflepuff," said Oliver, and he kissed the back of Cedric's head.

"My noble, ah, ah, Gryffindor," Cedric panted.

The pace increased and soon they were panting together, clutching at each other, grinding themselves together in a building passion. Oliver jerked Cedric's cock in time with his thrusts, and Cedric flexed his sphincter in sympathy. It brought them quickly to the point where Cedric cried out, and Oliver felt his lover's cock pulsing and shooting white gobs on the shower wall and floor. It was all too much, and he came, shouting and crying.

Come splattered his chest and face, and Oliver wept on the cold bed.

<*>

"Wake up, Bell."

That voice she knew all too well, but still Katie shot awake and grabbed her wand from the bedside table in an instant.

"You want to die, don't you, Adrian? You should know better than to barge into my room."

"You know you're a bitch in the morning?"

"Fuck you!" A picture frame flew from the wall at his head. He deflected it and it smashed against the floor.

"As I've said a great many times, I'd love to."

"Kiss my arse!" A blast of red shot from her wand and splashed against his shield charm.

"All right, sure. Expelliarmus!" Her wand flew to his hand.

"Give me my fucking wand back or you will regret it."

He chuckled. "Of that I have no doubt, but this is going to be worth it." He waved his wand at the bed covers and they flew off the bed to the floor. Katie was naked and furious.

"Give me my wand back, you fuck!" she shouted.

He leaned against the door of her room for the night at the Three Broomsticks and laughed. "You need a good shag so bad. We've all talked, you know, and as I'm the stupid one who cares about you, it fell to me."

"I. Am. Going. To. Fucking. Kill. You." She said low and quiet, and then she threw the bedside lamp at him and leapt toward him.

"Immobilus!" He caught her in mid flight and set her gently back on the bed. "Finite!"

She jumped back off the bed and paced a few feet from him. "What do you want?" she spat.

"You Gryffindors," he said, with no small amount of exasperation. "You're either selfless martyrs like Potter and his friends, or you're arrogant arseholes like McLaggen."

"You're an arrogant arsehole!" she yelled.

He smiled. "Ah, yes, but I'm a Slytherin. It's expected."

"Fuck you."

"Oh, I intend to. This unrequited love bullshit's getting very old, Katie, my dear. I'm done fucking around. You like me, we work well together, and in a few unguarded moments I've seen you actually look at me, really look at me. And,"-he raised a finger- "I know that fighting turns you on something fierce." He sniffed the air and smiled broadly. "Like right now for instance. Yeah, deny it."

"FUCK YOU!!!" she screamed, and leapt at him again. He caught her and they smashed completely through the door to land on the floor of the hallway. As she scrambled over him to try to wrestle her wand back, he started kissing her, her neck, her chin, her cheek, her mouth. Then he stroked his free hand along her waist and over a nipple, and she froze as her pussy caught fire and drenched his thigh.

Adrian rolled her over and pinned her to the floor as the door across the hall opened. "What the bloody fuck is going on?" a man said.

"I'm hoping there won't be too much blood, sir," Adrian said, and Apparated them.

They snapped back into reality a few miles away. She heard him cast the dissolution charm, and he Apparated them again. This time they landed on neatly mowed grass. He cast the warming charm and then she felt something silky wrap around her wrists. He started kissing his way down her body as he tossed their wands a few feet away. With his other hand he held hers bound just above her head. She couldn't help herself; she was writhing in very obvious lust under him.

"Oh fuck, Adrian, you prick. I want to fuck you and kill you at the same time," she said, and then bit his shoulder and whimpered. He had just slid his finger through her hot, slick centre.

"Well, then fuck me to death, baby, but keep it quiet. There're probably children present."

"What? Where are we?" she said in a husky, half angry, half amused voice.

"I've paid attention, love." He licked her left nipple, sending shockwaves through her. "When you talked about what you like while we were on that stake out, I listened. You like it outside,"-he licked her other nipple, eliciting another moan- "you like a little bondage,"-he pushed her hands down and kissed her forcefully- "and you like it public. We're at Stonehenge."

She heard the murmur of people shuffling a few yards away for the first time. Rolling her head to the side, Katie saw a procession of people walking on a gravel path. She and Adrian were lying inside the menhirs next to the altar stone. He took the opportunity while she was distracted to slide down her body and he brought her hands down on her stomach. He kissed along a path from her navel to the neatly trimmed patch of curls surrounding her pussy. With two fingers, he spread her folds and then swirled his tongue from her opening to her clit.

"Oh fuck!" She shouted, and then giggled quietly to herself. She looked back at the Muggles and a few people were peering around looking puzzled. He was right, she did need this, but she would make him pay, oh, how he would pay. But right now… "Lick me, Adrian. Fucking lick me!" she whispered. She felt him smile against her, and then he sucked her clit, tongued it lightly, and she forgot everything. Adrian obviously had done this before, and a lot. He was sweeping her towards an orgasm she hadn't had in a long time.

And then she was there.

Her hips bucked against his face and her bound hands tangled in his hair. A stifled keen escaped her, floating through the stones, and a young girl screamed from the pathway.

"Mummy, I heard a banshee!"

"It was just the wind, dear," an older voice said.

Adrian was giggling madly, and that sent another orgasm shuddering through her. She had to have him. "Fuck me, now!" she half whispered, half shouted. It was then she realized she couldn't see him. She heard a shuffling and felt his clothes drop next to her. "No, wait. Let's fuck on the altar stone, very pagan."

"You are brilliant!" Adrian whispered, amused.

She felt his hand on hers helping her up. They stood in the centre of the stones. Hundreds of people were parading by, blissfully unaware of the woman laying herself on the altar stone and the man slowly rubbing his cock up and down her wet folds until he slid inside her in a single thrust. Another keen floated through the circle and the little girl jammed her hands over her ears. The stone was smooth and cold on her back, and his breath, hot and scented with mint, puffed across her breasts and face. She became aware that the wet, slapping sound of active sex was also drifting out of the centre of the circle.

She started to giggle again and that triggered a massive orgasm. "Ooooohh, AIIIIEEEE!" she partly sighed and partly screamed. Adrian stood, pulled her up, turned her to face the stone, bent her over, and took her in another swift stroke. She smiled, squeezed her muscles around him, and was rewarded with a groan. The pace of his thrusts increased and she braced her hands against the stone. People were looking all around, trying to find the source of the sounds floating through the air. A park guard hurried along the path looking right and left.

"Oh, fuck, Katie," Adrian said. "You're so hot, and tight, and wet. I've wanted this for so long."

She smiled and squeezed him in time with his thrusts, and he sagged down on her back, bracing one hand on the rock and grasping her left breast with the other. His thick cock plunged into her and withdrew only to fill her again and again. She felt a third orgasm coming.

"Adrian, Adrian, hold on for just a moment," she said, and stood. "Just a second." She slid from him, unwound the silk ropes from her wrists, and trotted over to where their wands lay on the grass. If anyone had been looking they would have seen two sticks float up into the air, float over to the altar stone and come to rest side by side on it. "Lay back," she instructed.

She felt along his invisible leg and found his cock again. It was more than fine, she could tell from just the feel. Placing her knees on either side of his waist she lowered herself down on him and began to ride at a gallop.

"Oh, Adrian, I'm going to come again," she said after a few moments, "come with me, come with me," she panted, almost like a mantra.

"Almost," he whispered. "Almost… AAAAHHH, FUCK YES!" he shouted, and she felt him pulsing inside of her. That set off her own orgasm.

Katie grabbed their wands and dispelled the dissolution charm as she too came. It took several seconds before the murmur turned to a few shouts of outrage and surprise. She grinned down at the smiling man under her, summoned his clothes from the ground, and Apparated them.

A/N; Quote from the Pink Floyd Album, The Division Bell. song High Hopes
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