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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 2

What do you Want From Me?

You can lose yourself this night

See inside there is nothing to hide

Turn and face the light

What do you want from me

Katie’s Apparition was about two feet higher than it should have been when they popped into reality in her room at The Three Broomsticks. They fell to the mattress, and the centre of the bed collapsed under them.

The door across the hall flew open, and the man stepped out into the hall. “Ah, you’re back!” he shouted.

“Reparo! Colloportus!” Katie shouted back, while flicking her wand at the door fragments. The door reassembled itself and slammed shut in the man’s face. “On your feet, Pucey,” she said, and pulled him from the wrecked bed. Surveying the damaged bed she thought, Well, Slytherin boy, I said you’d pay, and pay you will. She grinned. You’ll like it, though. “Here.” A robe she pulled from the closet was thrust into his arms. “I need to wash the grass off my arse,”-she threw a robe around herself-“and I need your help with that.”

Katie pulled open the door, and the man from across the hall was still standing there, dumbfounded. “Excuse me,” she said as she pushed past. “Come on, Adrian.” He was suddenly being pulled through the door by his hand. Adrian gave the man a “what are you going to do” grin, and followed her down the hall to the bathroom.

Once inside the bathroom, he found himself pinned against the door. “This genie is out of the bottle, Pucey,” Katie said, and kissed him hard. “And she’s very horny.” With a flick of her wand the shower spun on and their robes vanished. He almost tripped as she spun him from the door and shoved him into the shower. A few small scrapes from lying on a rock while a mad woman fucked him brought themselves to his attention. “What?” she asked when he sniggered.

“Just a scratch or two, nothing I wouldn’t gladly take again.” He pulled a flannel from the rack next to the shower. “Turn around.” He lathered the cloth and gently scrubbed the grass and dirt from her back.

“Hmm, nice,” she said. Katie leaned back against him, and he brought the cloth around to wash her stomach and then her breasts. “Your turn.” She turned in his arms and took the cloth from him. “I do like your chest, Adrian. Have I told you that?” she asked as she rubbed him.

“Uh, no.” He was having a little trouble talking. Katie was a beautiful vision. Her hair was flattened and coal black from the water. Droplets were running down her chest, between her tits, and dripping off her nipples. Those same tits were brushing his chest, distracting the hell out of him. Then she started to wash his cock and all he could think about was that. “Oh god, Katie.”

Her grin was feral as she felt him stiffen in her hand. “Excellent, nice recovery time.” She stepped back, rinsed him, knelt, grasped both his knees for support, and took him.

“So beautiful,” he said in a whisper, like a prayer. She sucked just the head into her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue around it. His knees quivered and he leaned against the shower wall. Then she took him as far as she could. He was happy that she was able to fit her mouth around him. He wasn’t the longest man on earth but he did have good bit of girth. Her fingers ran across the skin of his bollocks and she jerked him with the other hand. “So good. You’re going to make me come again.”

Her smirk returned when she stood. “Not yet, Adrian.” She turned and braced her hands on the wall. “Fuck me.”

<*>

Katie looked down at the sun glinting off the sweat on Adrian’s chest. She was vaguely aware of the traffic noise drifting up from the street below, but what she was most aware of was Adrian’s cock. I could get used to this, she thought as his thickness was bringing her to another intense orgasm. He was lying on his back, and she was riding him for all she was worth. Her knees were being rubbed raw by the concrete, but that was a short healing charm from being a memory. The better memory was going to be the sex they were having atop Marble Arch. The people in the traffic circle were completely unaware of the couple busily fucking away on top of the monument.

“Oh fuck!” She yelled as she came again. Adrian sat up and rolled them over.

“My turn,” he said, and buried himself in her wet pussy. “Merlin, love, you’ll be the death of me.” The grin she had on her face was part humour, part triumphant, and she ground her hips against him.

He looked down at their joining and was entranced. She had fading tan lines around her tits and there was the faint outline of a bikini bottom where his cock plunged into her pussy. The neatly trimmed hair, surrounding the full, swollen cleft that his cock was pummelling, glistened with their sweat and her juices. He was hardly aware of the traffic noise because the sounds that she was making were all he could think about. Adrian had discovered that she made a high squeaking sound from deep in her throat when she was close to coming. He reached between them, rubbed her clit with his thumb, and was rewarded with the beginnings of the squeak. He doubled his pace with both hands and hips, and then she was there.

For the fifth time that morning Adrian was watching Katie come on his cock. One hand was on her breasts, kneading them and stroking her nipples with his thumb. “Gods, you’re beautiful when you fuck me,” he said breathlessly.

“I’m beautiful all of the time,” she smiled and ground her hips into him. “I’m a goddess when I fuck you.” He laughed and stroked her clit harder. “Oh fuck, Adrian,” she said, and shuddered. “I’m still coming.”

“Uh huh, me too. Yes, yes, right there. Yessss!”

Katie rocked her hips a few more times. “Ooo, that was very good, Adrian.” He dropped down and braced his hands on either side of her. “Hmm, do you hear those sirens?”

“There are always sirens in central London,” he answered, and she grabbed an arse cheek in each hand. “Fuck, Katie,” -he ground his hips against hers- “I’ve wanted this for a long time. You have no idea.” He rolled them back over so she could lie on his chest.

With a chuckle and a smirk she said, “Yes, I do.” The almost nonstop shagging in the last three hours had done wonders for her mood. She kissed him and tucked her head under his chin. “I’m sorry, Adrian. I know… well I didn’t lead you on, but that’s because you’re right. I like you, but… I…”

“Am still in love with Oliver Wood,” he said flatly without anger.

“I am such an idiot.”

She could feel him smiling. “No, you’re not. You’re a woman still in love with the first man to make love to her. A lot of women hold on to that, but it hardly ever works out.” He barked out a laugh. “Really didn’t work out for you.” Adrian pushed her up off his chest so he could look her in the eyes. “Katie, he’s gay. It’s not your fault, it’s not his fault. It simply is. Yes, he should have been straight,”-he laughed and rolled his eyes- “honest with you from the start, but he probably hadn’t figured it out himself.”

“I know that in my head,” she said, looking down and really accepting it for the first time. She looked back into his eyes and said, “But my heart… well, it’s fought back for a while now.”

Adrian cupped her cheek. “How’s it feeling about me just now?” he said, low and honestly.

His lips called to her. Katie hadn’t felt this way in a long time, and it felt very good. He had been her partner for three years and they had had their fair share of adventures together. He had saved her life a few times, and she had returned the favour on more than one occasion. They knew each other extremely well, right down to how they took their tea. Yes, she had noticed him, more than noticed him, but her damn infatuation, that’s what it is! Fucking infatuation! kept getting in her way. Well, you win, Adrian.

She leaned down to him and kissed him slowly and passionately. “It’s liking you just now; it’s liking you a lot.” His arms enveloped her and he kissed her back with the same amount of fire.

From two and a half miles away they heard the chiming of the clock tower melody, and then Big Ben started tolling the hours. The Division Bell Katie thought. The separation of past from future. She kissed the dark-haired man still filling her. Thank you, Adrian. She smiled. You arsehole.

The sirens were getting decidedly louder when they broke apart. Katie drew a finger down his chest. “I think we’ve been seen.” The sirens stopped very nearby.

“How?”

“Well the top floor of that block over there can see the top of the arch. We see them, they see us, you know.”

“Yes, I realize that, but we’re a quarter mile away.”

“You ever hear of an invention called the telescope?” she asked.

“Smart arse.”

She smiled and traced a pattern on his chest. “Well, this has been a fun morning, but I think if we don’t leave soon we’ll have company.” She picked up their wands and handed his to him. “Back to the Broomsticks, ready?”

The maintenance man who’d been pulled from Hyde Park to come look at the top of Marble Arch was not a happy man. The stairway up the arch was old, smelly and dangerous. He’d told them they were crazy. No one would be up here shagging, it was impossible, but the police had insisted. They said the caller on the phone was watching two people from her balcony, and they were having very public sex on the top of the arch. He climbed the ladder that stretched the last ten feet to the monument’s roof, opened the hatch at the top, and poked his head through. For the briefest of moments he could have sworn there had been a naked couple grinning back at him. There was a loud snap, and he was alone.

<*>

“So, in all the fuss this morning you didn’t tell me what the assignment is and why we’re in Hogsmeade,” Katie said. Adrian watched her plait her hair; it was one of the sexiest things she did, and he never tired of watching it.

“A representative of the Welsh Dragon Reserve wants to talk to someone in special investigations. Kingsley didn’t want any of the Aurors on this, I don’t know why.”

She walked across the room and sat on his lap. Her fingers slid through his hair, she tilted his face up and kissed him. “Hmm, last one till we’re off duty.” She looked at him seriously. “All business on the job, Adrian. That’s the deal if we’re going to do this.”

“Of course.” He kissed her one more time, helped her to her feet, and stood himself. “We’re supposed to meet him in the Hog’s Head at one. We’ve got an hour and a half.”

“Good, I could use something to eat.” She looked at him and slapped his arm. “For some reason, I’m really hungry.”

He smiled. “Let’s eat, I’ll buy.”

“I’ll let you.”

<*>

Adrian pulled her chair out from the battered, stained table. “Aberforth should invest in some new furniture,” he said as they sat. “Food would be a good idea too. The cook at the Broomsticks seems to be losing his touch.”

“Yeah, I suppose, but this place has its charm.”

His eyebrows rose and he looked around. “Really? Where?”

They were still giggling when Pansy walked up to their table. “What can I get you? Oh.”

Katie smiled at her. “Good morning, Parkinson. Feeling better?”

“Yeah, Ab says I need to thank you.”

“You probably should, Pansy,” said Adrian. Katie had told him the whole story.

“Hello, Adrian, good to see you again,” Pansy said, and turned back to Katie. “Thank you, Bell. I won’t try to pull my wand on you again.”

“No problem, Pansy.” Katie laid her hand atop the other witches. “I understand.” Their eyes met and the wounded Slytherin saw compassion in the eyes of the Gryffindor. “I really do.”

Pansy nodded. “What can I get you?”

“Two of those root beers Ab makes,” Katie said with a smile. “You should try taking that up yourself.”

She snorted. “Probably. I’ll be right back with your drinks.”

As Pansy walked away Katie leaned in to whisper, “I’ve got an idea, Adrian. I want to cast Alcoholus Emectus on her, but I want to do it as a dual charm. She won’t be able to undo it if we cast together.”

“You sure you were sorted into the right house?” he asked with that smug grin of his.

“It’s a noble thing for a good purpose, not a prank for a laugh. Yes, I’m sure.”

He nodded and then shook his head. “Gryffindor. All right, as she leaves.”

Pansy returned with two pints of Aberforth’s famous gingered root beer. When she finished setting the glasses on the table and turned to walk back to the bar, Adrian looked at Katie. “Okay, now.” His right and her left hand came up from under the table. Both of their wands were clutched between them. “Alcoholus Emectus!” they whispered in unison. Pansy jerked and looked around, but by the time she was looking at them they had their glasses in their hands and were chatting merrily.

“She’s going to be really angry about that,” he said.

“I’ll give her two months and then we’ll undo it.”

Adrian nodded. “You sure you weren’t sorted into the wrong house?”

“Fuck you.”

He slumped, feigning exhaustion. “Later, baby, later.”

<*>

They had been chatting for about ten minutes when the bell over the door chimed. Katie looked up and uncharacteristically gasped. A massive redheaded man stood in the doorway framed by the blinding sunlight. He wasn’t as tall as Aberforth but he was just as muscled. The man brushed his long hair from his face, and as his eyes adjusted to the dim pub they found the man behind the bar.

“Ab!” he yelled, and crossed the room in a few strides, and Aberforth stepped from behind the bar to exchange hugs with the man.

Katie smiled. The blows they were administering to each other’s backs would have knocked the breath out of her, and maybe broken a rib.

“Charlie,” Aberforth said, and hugged him again. “What brings you up from Wales?”

“Meeting with some old friends, how’s business?”

“Can’t complain, but I still do.” He laughed. “What do you want?”

“Beer and a whiskey.” He looked around and spotted Katie and Adrian. “I’ll be with my friends.”

Charlie Weasley walked over to their table. “Hello, Katie. It’s been too long, and Adrian Pucey, glad one of you turned out okay.” He held out his hand. “Good to see you again.”

Adrian took his hand. “Oh, more than one of us turned out not to be an evil piece of shit.” He grinned at the larger man. “Good to see you again, Charlie.” Adrian looked him up and down. The dragon keepers were a very odd lot. All of them were tattooed, all of them had very evident burns, scrapes, and scars from their charges, all of them were strong as a troll, and all of them were obnoxiously happy. “Kingsley says you have a mystery that needs solving.”

“Yeah, we do, but there’s some things we need to know before we bring you in, and a few you need to know before you take the job.” He took his drinks from Pansy. “Thanks,” he said to her, and slapped her on the bum.

Pansy smiled at him and patted his cheek. “Keep your hands to yourself, Weasley.” She looked at his companions. “Keep an eye on this one, Bell.”

Katie smiled at Pansy. “Oh, I know all about Weasleys, had two of them in my year.”

Adrian watched Charlie observe the banter between the two women, and he was intrigued. The dragon keepers were, with the exception of the Unspeakables in the department of mysteries, the most secretive of the ministry’s employees about their work. “What do you need to know?” he asked.

“Well the first is whether you’ve ever been around a dragon before? I mean, other than at the first task of the Triwizard tournament.”

They both shook their heads. “All right,” said Charlie. “That actually makes our job a little easier. We get to shape those first interactions.” He rubbed his chin, and said mostly to himself, “Yeah, that’s really good.” He looked up at Katie. “Where are you in your cycle?”

She was stunned for a moment. “Kind of in the middle, why?”

“It becomes an issue, you’ll see.” He looked at them and his jovial demeanour fell away. Suddenly, the man before them was a physically imposing, very powerful wizard. Looking at them intensely, he asked, “Have either of you ever, in your life, eaten dragon meat or eggs?”

Katie searched her memory. It’d been offered but she wasn’t a fan of the smell, so she hadn’t tried it. “No, I’m pretty sure I’ve never tasted it.”

“You need to be certain,” the burly redhead said.

“I am.”

“And you?” he asked Adrian.

“Slytherins don’t eat dragon unless it’s ceremonial. I haven’t ever been invited to that kind of party.”

Charlie smiled grimly at him, and said, “Good, because they will know.”

Adrian and Katie shared a look between them. Kingsley had told them a few weeks earlier that they were his most prized team, and that he counted on them to be his right hand in the most delicate of situations. Adrian nodded and she nodded back, they were in the middle of one of those situations right now. Kingsley also had an odd sense of humour. Not telling them anything about this mission was probably causing great waves of his basso profundo laugh to bounce around his office.

Charlie looked at them both. “We have a problem. Several eggs have gone missing in the last three months. It’s pissing us off, and it’s making the dragons furious. One of the things that most people don’t know is how smart dragons are. They can count, at least to twenty, and when they notice a missing egg the females go into a rage.”

“And you want us to find out who’s stealing the eggs,” Adrian said. “Sounds like a job for the Aurors, not us.”

Charlie smiled at him. “They aren’t as good at keeping secrets as you folks in special investigations.” He looked at him with that dead serious expression, and Adrian saw that the jovial man was just a part of this complex individual. He decided right then that Charlie Weasley was not a man to be fooled with. “We like our secrets… secret,” Charlie said. He smiled and looked around the dingy pub. “That’s why we’re here and not at the ministry, much more secure.” He chuckled once and became serious again. “Kingsley has given you to us for the next three months at least, but before you even get to see what we’re up against, before you come to us tomorrow, before you can know the Kind, there’s one major condition you have to agree to.”

“And that would be?” asked Katie.

“You swear to keep our secrets to yourself. You take the tattoo, and you become a Dragon Friend.”

Katie was nodding. She knew what the answer to her next question would be. “And we do that how?”

Charlie looked at them. “Well, among other things, by making an unbreakable vow.”

A/N; Quote from the Pink Floyd Album, The Division Bell. song What do You Want From Me
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