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Crimson Ink	By : Blackkitten23 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 61620 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 18
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(I'm thinking)
"I'm speaking"
Pairing: Yaoi M/M, Harem – top Harry x bottom de-aged Severus / Tom / Lucius
Last Time:
The tug on his mind as Tom kissed him told Harry to mentally connect again and the following words from Tom stunned him. (I found the heart of Gryffindor.)
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Dumbledore watched Sam curl up with Harry, “Good, Sam is turning out to be a worthwhile investment.” He said indifferently as he watched things get a bit steamy between the two. However, a frown found its way to his face when Ron barged in with all the grace of a bludger and attacked the couple with a flurry of objects. “You’re lucky he shut you up.” The old wizard muttered menacingly as Ron was paralyzed by Harry’s binding spell.
“Sam!” The image in the small mirror showed Harry running over and to the light haired Gryffindor on the floor. Apparently, he was charmed by Harry coming to his defense in the minor scuffle, Sam pulled Harry down into a kiss.
“A little drama might have helped them, but I can’t allow you to remain unchecked.” The headmaster said and waited. He continued watching until the two lovebirds called it a night and went to bed. “Come to me.” He hissed with a gentle wave of his hand over the mirror. Suddenly, Ron’s spellbound body started sliding along the floor. With another graceful wave the common room door swung open allowing the frozen redhead to slide out before it quietly shut behind him …
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“Neville!” Draco mewled breathlessly and his back arched off the bench he was laying on as the equally naked Longbottom ravished him.
The original plan was to find a cozy room to makeout, but things got interesting as they walked around. Draco was speaking freely with Vesta covering for them. With everything from Myrtle’s final passing , Bellatrix’s near death and Sirius’ reappearance coming out Neville thought Draco needed some stress relief sooner rather than later. Of course, that led to Neville kissing Draco and moving to the closest surface to ravish the blonde wizard. Draco never even knew his pants were gone until those hot lips moved from his lips to his freed cock.
Draco gasped as that hot tongue trailed down the Malfoy’s hard cock, “Nev-ahh! D-don’t ahh! Fuck!” He moaned wildly as Neville raised his legs, nearly folding Draco in half, for better access and latched onto the spot right between the weeping cock and the twitching pucker.
“Mm?” Neville hummed absentmindedly thoroughly enjoying Draco’s hips wiggling against his mouth and the needy cries of pleasure falling from those lips as he sucked the flushed flesh. He pulled back for a second to admire the red love bites he made in the sensitive area. “You’re enjoying this.”
“Pervert.” Draco gasped with a smirk even though his body was the one flushed and shivering with need.
Neville raised an eyebrow in amusement, “I’m the pervert? Let’s see about that.” He trailed his tongue over the love bites. He let one of Draco’s legs rest on his shoulder so he had a free hand to lightly stroke his lover’s hard cock. Then he moved his mouth up a little to tease each sensitive ball before, at an excruciatingly slow pace, moving to the hot twitching pucker. All while one hand stroked the Malfoy’s cock.
“Ah! Ahhhah don’t tease! No!” A flushed Draco whimpered and writhed as the hot tongue teasingly traced circles around the pucker and occasionally pressed against it<but never quite entering.
Each time Neville pressed his tongue against the tight entrance he pushed a little harder until his tongue finally pushed into the pucker. With the hand stroking the dripping cock and the tip of the hot tongue wiggling inside it was too much. Draco screamed and came hard soaking Neville’s hand in cum.
“You’re lucky we have Vesta or the entire castle would’ve heard that.” Neville chuckled as he sat on the bench so he had one of Draco’s smooth legs was behind him, the other was draped across his lap and the Malfoy’s drenched crotch was right on his hip.
A breathless flushed Draco sighed softly in bliss as his boyfriend gently stroked his leg. “I … hear … bang.”
Neville blushed, “I thought you didn’t want to do that at school.”
“Mmm?” Draco hummed not quite understanding, but after a second his mind cleared and his eyes widened. “I didn’t mean we should bang here! I actually meant I hear banging! Listen.” He exclaimed as he sat up with a deeper red in his cheeks. It was something he wanted with Neville, but now, with Dumbledore looming so close by, just didn’t feel right.
“O-oh!” Neville blushed and stayed quiet. “You’re right. What is that?”
“Not sure … it’s coming down the steps.” Draco whispered even though Vesta was there. She even popped out from under the bench, which was where she hid to give them a little privacy while still keeping her illusions safely around them.
Thump after thump in the near pitch darkness made the trio tense. It was like something was being dragged closer to them, but what could it be? They waited anxiously for the creeper to come close enough so that the slight amount of starlight would reveal what it was.
Thump … thump … the thing was now done with the steps closest to and the sound of dragging was heard. It crept closer and closer until it finally reached the starlight. Suffice to say, a large lump of dirt and dust bunnies was not what they expected.
“Some Gryffindor messing with Filch?” Draco pondered as he leaned forward to nuzzle Neville’s shoulder.
Neville tilted his head in thought, “Could be, but I’d think I’d hear something about an ‘enchanting a bunch of dust bunnies’ plot.” Neville commented knowing his roommates were normally blabber mouths. He cringed as the adorable fox pawed at the pile that slowly crept towards them as it traveled down the hall. “Vesta, don’t touch that. Merlin knows what it’s made of-...”
Draco heard his lover’s sentence trail off and looked up curiously only to find Neville’s jaw was dropped in shock. He looked at the pile to see what shocked his lover and fell back across the bench because he was laughing so hard. Why?
Apparently, the little fox pawed the perfect spot to reveal part of a head. A very familiar head at that. In fact, it was the face of a very frozen Ron Weasley being magically dragged along the floor gathering anything that was left behind by the boots of thousands of students.
“Vesta, you’re hiding us, right?” Neville asked nervously while ignoring Draco’s laughter. Maybe it was just the way Ron was frozen, but it looked like he was watching them.
Draco chuckled breathlessly when the fox seemed to pout at that question, “Vesta knows what she’s doing.” He said and he finally calmed down. “A better question is why does it look like the Weasley was frozen mid spell cast and is now being dragged across a surprisingly filthy floor.” Draco smirked at Ron as he absentmindedly let his arm drop down to pet the fox.
Neville chuckled sheepishly, “I have no clue … but is it just me or is he moving towards Dumbledore’s office?” He pondered out loud as the slow dusty Weasley finally passed them.
After the dragging sound could no longer be heard they continued their date. There wasn’t much they could do besides report this to everyone later. For now they needed a cuddle especially if Dumbledore was scheming something with his dust bunny minion.
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Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction when the two Gryfinndors, Sam and Harry, went off to bed and he put his mirror away. A moment of peace passed before he stood up and went to a painting. What was meant to be a living painting of a former professor didn’t even seem to notice that her painting was swung aside to reveal a hidden compartment.
“It seems more weak links need to be removed.” Dumbledore glanced at the sleeping sorting hat. He didn’t care for things that could speak even if they can’t spill secrets. However, after years of things not going his way he decided to be more careful, which was why the hat was actually inside a glass case. “You’re lucky the school requires your presence otherwise I would’ve changed you out like all the paintings in here.” He muttered towards the hat knowing it couldn’t hear him.
With a snap of his fingers a curtain fell over the case obscuring the hat from view and he turned back to the compartment. Dozens of vials were tucked away in that little space and each were different. Out of all of them Dumbledore’s fingers only snaked their way around one of them.
“If the boy refuses to cooperate he’ll be given another use ...” Dumbledore let his sentence trail off as he picked up the simple glass vial that contained a deep brown potion. With a hum he casually put the vial on his desk and returned to his compartment.
Just as casually as he did many things he pushed the back making the compartment swing inward. Behind the already hidden compartment was an entire hidden room! It was no ordinary room either. The stone walls contained a perfectly maintained potion lab complete with shelves of books, glass vials and even had a potion brewing at that very moment.
“Almost done.” Dumbledore said with a smile as he checked the black and purple potion bubbling in the cauldron. With a nod of satisfaction he turned to the work table next to the cauldron and focused on the old book that was open to Step 2. At the beginning of that section, which was titled ‘Soul Shove’, his sharp eyes spotted a warning. “Exactly 5 days and 6 - 7 hours between the potions and the coffin must be ready before the second potion is administered if you desire proper storage.” Dumbledore muttered softly and nodded as he committed it to memory as well as did a quick calculation before marking down a date.
The old wizard went back a few pages in the book that was discussing a ritual that was titled ‘Bitch’s Guide to Youth’. Dumbledore skimmed through the Step 1 and Step 2 sections, involving a brown potion and purple potion respectively, to make sure he didn’t miss anything. He paid close attention to the tips in the margins like the one saying that the best sacrifice is a blood relative. After the quick check a flip of the page brought him to Step 3. Step 3 was titled ‘Body Storage for Future Soul Transfer’ and it had a series of detailed instructions on how to create a rune covered coffin with a domed lid depicted by the following picture and diagrams.
The enchanted moving picture depicted a doodle of two simple hand drawn people, labeled A and B, and their respective gray ghost doodles. The ghost of person A was trying to dive into person B, who was standing in the outline of a coffin. The ghost of person B was already outside its body meaning person B was just a living husk. The husk was depicted with a set of brown lines throughout his body and a purple Xs in its eyes. Finally, there were black arrows going from person B’s coffin outline to a detailed series of rune covered panels showing the coffin close up, which was what the section’s instructions were for.
Dumbledore spent an hour carefully examining the diagrams and was actually in the middle of summoning some special wood when he heard the office doors open to allow something to be dragged in. “You’re 17. You should be able to break that binding.” He called out of his hidden lab, but sighed in exasperation when a few minutes of silence passed and he just waved his wand.
“Why the hell did you drag me all the way here instead of freeing me or, at least, levitating me, Dad?!” A filthy Ron screamed as he stormed into the lab, but he didn’t get far because he was instantly lifted off the ground and stuck two feet in the air.
“Will that suffice?” Dumbledore asked, clearly annoyed, but attempted a kind smile, which fooled the redhead. “I have a special potion just for you on my desk. If you go outside and spell off the dirt I’ll consider giving you a second powerful potion in a few days.”
Despite still floating Ron beamed excitedly, “For me?! What does-“ Ron shook his head violently and went back to glaring at Dumbledore. “Why does that bastard get Harry and why the fuck does a Granger know?! I should get Harry! I’m your son so I can handle it.”
“If things worked out that way then you would have Harry, but you screwed that up … or did you actually think attacking Sam would put you in the loving embrace of our fool of a Potter.” Dumbledore saw Ron scowl at the use of the word ‘fool’ and lowered him back to the floor. “He is a fool if he chose Sam over my brave son. Sadly, I have to plan around that stupidity, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s the one at fault. As for Granger, I think she likes to think she knows more there she really does. The future won’t have her or Sam though. I have plans just for you and me very soon.” He smiled, placing his hands on Ron’s shoulders, but in an odd way. It was more like he was trying to judge the distance from shoulder to shoulder than have a tender connection.
Ron’s eyes teared up happily. “Really?! Thanks, Dad!” He exclaimed and lunged forward to hug Dumbledore. The headmaster hugged the boy with one arm, but conjured a tape measure with the other and secretly measured the redhead’s height. “What does that potion you got me do?!” He asked before excitedly running out of the lab to find the potion.
Dumbledore cringed in disgust at the dust and slime that stuck to him because of the hug, “With both potions you’ll become as strong as I was at your age.” He said with a smirk as he spelled away the gunk and watched the redhead eagerly down the brown potion.
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Late that night Tom, under his Sam disguise, went to bed with a tiny piece of paper in his hand. With a soft whisper words appeared on the paper before it was dropped. The innocent scrap laid there helplessly until a rat snuck in, grabbed it, read it, looked shocked and ran away with it. All the way down to a certain potion master’s living quarters.
Severus, who usually stays up to check the potions he brews for the infirmary, looked at the rat with the note, “A report, I see.” He said, but didn’t even get the chance to bend down for Peter crawled up his leg, perched on his shoulder and excitedly shoved the note in his face. “Bloody hell!”
The potion master huffed and took the note quickly realizing it was urgent. The rat leapt off the shoulder, bounded away and, apparently, used the floo to leave before he even opened it, but he soon realized why. Tom found a possible hiding place for the horcrux and they needed Lucius. He took a quill and wrote a note on a seemingly innocent piece of parchment. The words actually went to a matching enchanted parchment that Quirinus had. The plan was set and it started only a few hours later.
Lucius arrived through the potion master’s floo right at breakfast, “Is Vesta here?” He asked as he was handed the hourglass horcrux detector.
“She’s waiting outside.” Severus said as they walked to the door and sure enough the little was waiting right there when they briskly walked out of the door. “Harry will let you into the dorm and I will help Quirinus keep an eye on Dumbledore. It’s nearly breakfast time so hurry.”
“No need to tell me.” Lucius said as he picked up the fox who was hiding his presence and started running. He couldn’t risk being the invisible being pushing his way through a crowd of whiny hungry students when Dumbledore was watching so he moved fast.
Harry was actually waiting right outside of the Gryffindor door and, while pretending not to see his lover and familiar, sighed. “You go save me something. I’ll check on Ron.”
“You should come too. I’m sure he’s fine.” Hermione said calmly.
“Yeah, but he definitely looked ill.” Harry said before saying the password and holding the door open just wide enough so Lucius and Vesta could sneak in. “I’ll see you in a few.” He said reassuringly to Hermione before closing the door.
Lucius carefully dodged students as he joined Sam at the fireplace. “What’s with the Weasley?” He asked with a smirk knowing Vesta was protecting them. Of course, he assumed the illness was a strategic move to provide an excuse, but he frowned when Sam, better known as Tom, looked concerned and Harry was actually going in the boys dorm to check on Ron.
“Neville told us that he and Draco saw Ron being magically dragged towards Dumbledore’s office and now he’s sick … I don’t like it.” Tom said deeply unnerved. A tiny rat popped out from under the couch and gave a salute. Clearly Peter was volunteering to see what’s going on. “Thank you … Harry and I need to actually appear at breakfast. Please hurry so we can get you out.”
“Right.” Lucius shifted his attention to the fireplace that was always lit. He basically laid on his side to look under the enchanted wood. “There’s definitely something there, but I’ll need to reach under the fire since removing the logs might take too long-“ Lucius and Tom’s jaws dropped as Peter cast a water spell on himself with his tail and poked his head under the burning wood. “Or we do that …”
Tom groaned, “Damn daredevil … Narcissa isn’t going to be pleased that we let him do that.”
“No kidding.” Lucius sighed, but sure enough Peter popped out only slightly singed and began drawing tunes using the soot.
Peter suddenly shifted into his semi-human form, “I saw these on only one tile under there. The logs are only held down by strong childproof charms.”
“Good, can you draw this over the tile? Be careful.” Lucius said as he took an unsuspecting student’s inkpot and skillfully sketched over the soot pattern.
Careful? I’m always careful!” Peter exclaimed and shifted back into his rat form, studied the new rune and drenched himself again before diving back into the fire.
Tom scoffed, “Strange definition of careful.”
Yes, Peter did not understand that word, but he was the epitome of effectiveness. Moments later the rat shot out and gestured for Lucius to use something to reach under. The Malfoy summoned a fire poker and reached under. With the rat’s guidance he hooked something and dragged out a ring.
“That’s his father’s ring.” Tom commented recognizing the insignia from the research he did on the Dumbledore family.
Just as Harry was slowly coming down the stairs with a sick Ron the Malfoy had removed the deadly runes on the ring. The hourglass detector was touched against it safely and it was clear that this was a horcrux. They were all thrilled , but they had to save the celebration for later. Not only did they have to find the last horcrux, but they had to slip out of the castle safely. Thankfully, Ron was moving slowly so Lucius, Peter and Vesta were easily able to sneak out right behind Sam, Harry and Ron with the horcrux in hand ..
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Hermione blinked, not sure if she should be disturbed or amused that the annoying Weasley was forcing himself to eat, “If you’re sick you shouldn’t eat so fast.”
“It’s mmmworth mmit. The-mm potiommm willmm makemm mme strommmg.” Ron garbled through food he stuffed in his mouth. He sent the confused witch a smug look, never noticing the fox, who just finished getting Lucius safely back to through Severus’ floo, climbing into Harry’s pocket ...
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