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A/N:� Thanks for all the reads, rates and
reviews.� They are all appreciated, so
very much!� And have soothed me in times
of woe.� Sorry for the wait on this�
grief and stress have been prevailing. (Some of the most profound agonies of RL
put my muse into a thoroughly unresponsive coma for a long time).
This
chapter is dedicated to one of my oldest and dearest friends (and
on-again-off-again Lover) Lucas� for no other reason than he meant the World to
me as a precious Soulmate. This Winter,
he unexpectedly and tragically passed on to the next great adventure in the
beyond.� We learned, grew from kids
together, shared creative endeavors and loved each other unconditionally for
the past 25 years�.� I�ve been working
through that loss and hole in my heart, trying to bounce back ever since.
OH�
and YES, Kimmimaru, I am glad that you like the idea
of blended houses and that you want to use the concept! :)� I�m grateful that you had the grace to ask
and not just use it and not give credit (it�s been done before to me on other stuff
and kinda annoying, me wondering if people thought
that I�D stolen it!!).� But you flatter
me and I appreciate you asking� even waiting on my lagging ass getting back
into writing!� Thank you for that, AND
the lovely Marauder mischief you get up to and keep me entertained.� You rock! :)

~O~
Illumination, Part 3
�You�ve
got another one,� Charlie said with a smirk.
Harry
rolled his eyes and gave a pained groan, stabbing the Earth in between rows of
the school cabbages with his hoe a little more forcefully than necessary.� This little list had been steadily growing
since the start of term.� Of course, the
redheaded professor thought it was hilarious but the �The Chosen One� cringed
from the simpering, tittering of his schoolmates.
Thankfully,
no one was bold enough to approach him yet (helped along by the welcome fact
that he was never alone without some of his Housemates in tow) but he could
feel the creep of the attention from afar; it crawled over his skin like
flesh-eating mold when he walked the halls.�
Charlie could think it was a grand source of comedy all he wanted.� He was somewhat
protected from the crushes of students by virtue of the buffer his position on
the staff afforded him, as holding the status of �un-pursuable�.
Though
there were no rules in place that said Harry couldn�t become involved with
dating a fellow classmate.
These
girls were like the blood-sucking mosquitos that plagued The Burrow�s pond in
August� obsessed, relentless, whiney and above all, annoying!� �Who is it this time?� he heaved a resigned
sigh.� He always had to know who he needed
to be most wary around.
(The
scheme of Romilda Vane and her sneaking the slipping
of a love potion was always at the forefront of his �constant vigilance� these
days.� He was also grateful that his extraordinary
lover took his reluctant interest the right way� he flashed on Ginny possibly
accusing him of liking the attention and/or using
�The Saviour� crap to his advantage.� Men were so much easier
to get along with!)
His
lover jutted his furry chin in the direction of the tree-line where groups of
girls (and a few boys) usually congregated while spying on the pair that helped
Hagrid in his farming duties on the weekends.� The giggling groupies that gathered there
reminded him of the students that did the exact same thing to Viktor behind the
stacks at the library during the Tournament.�
�I overheard Jillian Wu telling Stella McBride she wanted to go to the
Halloween feast with you, give you her �flower�� and then marry
her!� They both did.�
�What?!� Harry squawked in horror.� (With a quick glance, he caught the glinting
gleam of a pair of lenses under the shady boughs, ominously reflecting the
afternoon sun.� Omnioculars!� Damn it!� He could only hope that the owner of the
magical telescopic device was NOT skilled in the art of lip-reading.)� The spluttering brunet wheezed out, �But
those two are fourth years!�
Charlie
just grinned at his lover�s discomfiture.�
�Well, if it�s any consolation, McBride said she wanted me too.�
�They
are fourteen!� Less than half your age!�� Harry scrunched his nose and stabbed moodily
at the mulch.� �Anyway, YOU apparently
got another one too,� he grumbled, but added bitterly, �joke�s on them, I�m not
even going to that �Hallowed� celebration.�
Charlie
just laughed and said softly, �Of course not.�
We both aren�t�.� and turned back into their work in blessed quiet.
They
stayed that way, turning dirt, pulling weeds, checking the vegetables� leaves
and roots for quite some time in the precious comfortable silence of true companionship.� When they sought out and looked at each other
in the eyes, there were smiles, the kind that reaches all the way into the
deepest corners� crinkles and all-- and made their true, heartfelt sentiment
clear with no words necessary.
(Harry spared a moment before they left the garden to be grateful that
his boyfriend hadn�t given it a second thought� or a long drawn-out,
girly-style discussion-- over forgoing a festive party in order to hold his
hand while he followed out his new-found tradition of visiting his parents�
graves on the anniversary.� Charlie,
instinctively and silently, knew without being even told that was what his
lover had planned and was determined to remain by his side, through the good
times and bad.
And this was from a man who brilliantly shined in social situations and
was certainly in his element when he was surrounded by admirers!� That made it all the more precious.
He was also darkly reminded that it was such a stark contrast to the
way Ginny hadn�t even considered his feelings on the
matter last year and had even gotten ANGRY with him for trying to find some
closure and revered remembrance of his kin.�
Never mind ever having the thought cross her mind to give a half-assed�
never really to be taken up on-- token appeal to accompany him with a show of
support!)
He
fell in love with his man all over again for his offer�.
Shaking
his head out of his maudlin musings, (and sappy gratefulness) he returned to
the issue at present:
He�d
staved off the worst of the ignorant adulation while living in relative
seclusion from the Wizarding World, though now within
the student-body, he was submersed in it.�
The outrageous fantasies borne from fan-worship were irksome to Harry�
always had been-- but the dragon-handler obviously had nothing to worry about
seeing as the green-eyed wizard had no interest in the female gender
whatsoever.�
Harry
didn�t have the same comfort.
Sure,
there was the fact that there was the teacher/student taboo stopping the
children from actually going after the Care professor in earnest, but the other
youngest instructor on the staff had made no such compunction about keeping her
distance.� And didn�t
have to.� It was perfectly fine
for staff to �fraternize� with one another, as long as it was discreet.
And
if Charlie decided he wanted to taste boobs and pussy again?
Well,
it was practically public knowledge that he had an open invitation into the
knickers of the Muggle Studies teacher ever since the
first night back.� The
early-forty-something witch always made that abundantly clear (and Harry hated
it)!
Harry
was mollified that she was glad she didn�t have to spew the �devil-spawn,
disgusting Neanderthal� line that the Carrow�s made
her spout during their reign in his lost year after taking over for
Burbage.� Rather, she seemed to respect
non-magic folk for their ingenuity and changed the curriculum accordingly� it
didn�t change the fact that he had to watch the woman throw herself at his man
every chance she got.
He
worried despite Charlie�s assurances (and constant loving actions).� What if his attentive man might want to
partake in that again?� After all, Cassie
Urquhart wasn�t making him hide his eligibility status from the general
populous�.� The two of them had the
potential to make a rather suitable, socially acceptable match.
The
redhead was always casual and friendly with his colleague, vaguely deflecting
her flirty advances yet never truly putting his foot down outright in order to
keep the working relationship free from the obvious tension and hostility from
a harsh rejection.� When the propositions
went too far, he would cite that he had a relationship already� a nebulous
declaration that it was supposedly someone he knew at the Reserve.
Cassie
would only coo and dismiss it away (with a cutesy �boop�
on his nose with a crimson-painted finger nail) as it �couldn�t be that serious
if they were apart for the majority of the year�.� Her rebuttal to his
persistent refusals for a private rendezvous were always-- in a
sickening sing-song voice-- �what they don�t know won�t hurt them.�
It
made Harry nervous when he had to witness Urquhart�s blatant displays (and
secretly call her �Gassy Jerk-Fart� in his own mind, in the shameful recesses
of his most juvenile, petty-jealousy possessively-driven male brain).� Yet, he couldn�t fault her completely.� Charlie was gorgeous and charismatic� Why wouldn�t anyone
want him?!
He
trusted Charlie.� He did.� Though he held no faith in this staff member
that was like a predator on the prowl�.
She
even wore hints of leopard-print clothing that peeked out of her teaching robes
or displayed on her high-heel shoes.� His
scant education of feminine wiles was from what Aunt Petunia had sniffed
haughtily and� denounced as �tramps� on
the telly while he was in the living room cleaning
and dusting.� It had something to do with
women who tried to be alluring� and this was a pitiful attempt for older women
to be seen �kitten-ish�.
(What
exactly that meant, he didn�t know.� But
he was certain it wasn�t anything noble.�
And he didn�t like this female version of seduction�. There was no way
he could compete with it.� Not to
mention, her overly-excessive perfume clouded around and overpowered everything
in its wake; he thought it would make anyone in their right mind light-headed
and nauseous, but perhaps it ensnared het-males somehow?)
His
wonderful lover always laughed off the borderline lascivious attention this
woman lavished on him� complete with cleavage practically dragging through the
butter dish towards him at meal-times.� (Really, what was so appealing about a mass of fatty flesh that looked
like it two lumpy blobs of saggy bread dough squashed together?).� Were the jiggles and giggles with batted
eyelashes really all that alluring to straight men?
It
made Harry uncomfortable.� It all seemed
unattractive and unnecessary.� More than
once he�d considered just going ahead and outing them for the satisfaction of
getting her to back the Hell off!
But
he didn�t.
Due
to the shit-storm that would rain down on them, he continued to protect their
privacy by keeping silent and covert.� It
would raise too many problems for the man he loved.
Yet
he was left to stew in his own regrets and envy with only himself to
blame.� (Plus, he hated the pitying looks
Hermione and Ron would give him when they saw how his hand tightly gripped his
fork, just itching to gouge the sharp tines into her big, round, mascara-ringed
eye-balls when she turned that vapid �fuck me� expression on his man.)� He had to grit his teeth and clench his jaw
in a supreme show of self-restraint.
�After
graduation, after graduation� became his mantra�.
~O~
The
Eighth Years played random pick-up games of Quidditch
amongst themselves when the pitch wasn�t booked since they couldn�t be in the
House tournament or have a team of their own.�
It was fun.� There was rivalry,
sure, but there wasn�t any animosity.�
And that made it exhilarating and carefree.
(By
some sort of unspoken consensus, there was no taunting over �Weasley is our King�� in either direction, negative or
positive, of when Ron missed or blocked a shot; that made it that much more
enjoyable and didn�t devolve into childish squabbling over old-- but not so
ancient-- history.)
Also,
it wasn�t simply Harry and Draco�s egos pitted against each other.�
Charlie
was in the mix of a fellow Seeker as well and somehow he was able to keep the
competition light-hearted while still taking it seriously.� Truly, the man was talented at keeping
everyone having a good time.
Of
course, the actual House teams came out to watch (and possibly steal strategy
secrets).� And even if there hadn�t been
that public spectacle of uniqueness, it was an inalienable fact that the war
heroes and newest, most youthful and handsome, charismatic (acting youthful,
like one of THEM) teacher had the attention of all the younger years, so
EVERYTHING they did was witnessed and emulated, even with things as mundane as
going to the Great Hall for a meal.
(Treacle tart became a staple for after dinner, simply because so many
students demanded it.)
Draco
and Harry also established a routine with Charlie to check on Blanca when they
had the free time, and they forged some sort of fraternity surrounding that
with the redhead serving as a catalyst and mediator.
While
it was true that the Dragon-handler may have had ulterior motives about this
being yet another bonding exercise, and it was tense at first, it soon became
clear that having two guides that could spot Thestrals
along with him in his duties behooved him; the decent relationship that the
housemates forged became a secondary benefit that pleased everyone involved.
It
still blew Harry�s mind that his boyfriend had been able to get the two rivals
to be civil and polite to each other� eventually being that they got accustomed
to calling each other by their first names!�
(To the point that it became natural, second nature to them.)� How wonky and mental was that?!
It was a surprise and shock to both �eighth years� � and everyone else
that knew them-- that they found they rather enjoyed each
other�s company once they set aside their turbulent history!
~O~
It
was a testament to how far they had all come in
becoming friends when it was Ron that stood
up to an attack aimed at Draco the most.�
The students were all running on overly-exuberant energy for the upcoming
school celebration for All Hallow�s Eve, but as the
Blended House�s occupants passed a group of rowdy fifth years, the
battle-instincts they had all honed in The War came into play.
They
were all on high alert from the gaggle of fifth-year boys loitering by the wall
outside of the Great Hall (that were known trouble makers and had made rude
harangues towards their blond member in the past).� They seemed unusually amped up.� The sniggering and excited, urgent whispers--
in the unmistakable tone that could only signal the typical egging-on of male
adolescents in their destructive, cocky punk-phase-- caused several of the
older students to tighten ranks and casually throw non-verbal shield charms
over their shoulders.
The
Blended House turned as one when there were several indignant squawks, a
whimper, a shriek (and an odd gurgling noise emitting from a boneless lump of
skin, muscle and hair).
It
appeared that their defensive spells, complete with reflexion
strands interwoven underneath, served their purpose well.� The intended results had left the original
targets unscathed while the harmful intent had successfully rebounded on the
casters.
�OI,�
Ron yelled after two of the miscreants that had remained intact were running
away, �Cowards!� We didn�t fight a
fucking war just so little shits like you could get their jollies by hexing
veterans in the back!� We are far wiser and more bad-ass than you�ll ever be!�� The rest of the younger years that happened
to be nearby in the corridor as witnesses scattered; they disappeared like a
stone had been plunked into the midst of a school of goldfish.�
Hermione
tugged on her boyfriend�s sleeve and motioned to the unfortunate boys that
remained incapacitated.� Luna was
approaching with her usual fearless curiosity, cocking her head and
contemplating their various debilitating mishaps as if she was studying a
here-to unknown breed.
One
boy�s legs were flailing wildly from a �Tarantallegra�
despite what could only be a broken tibia, judging by the unnatural angle it
pointed and was made worse by flopping.�
Another was slumped unconscious from being thrown against the wall but
his nostril hairs had lengthened and grown into ringlets and appeared to be obstructing
his breathing.� A third had crimson
blooming from his chest from several large gashes.
The
fearless Ravendor poked the unresponsive one with a
tentative finger.� (Stomachs turning,
Harry and Hannah had to look away when the jelly-like pile of flesh on the
floor that silently blinked its eyes rapidly at them.)
The
entire group was disgusted by the severity of the curses the immature wizards
decided to try, wondering if they actually knew how horrific the results would
be had they been successful at inflicting such damage.
Harry
was appalled.
He
also felt terribly guilty for using a spell against Draco their sixth year that
he was not aware of the terrible outcome that it could cause.� He must have had a look of abject supplication
in his eyes when he looked at the blond because the ex-Slytherin
just shook his head and gently squeezed his bicep; an unspoken understanding
passed between them.�
(The
males around them shifted on their feet uncomfortably as the silent exchange
unfolded, but all were immensely relieved that none of them had to vocalize
these things out in emotionally charged �girly-style�.)
They
were jolted out of their shock of the moment when the Headmistress whirled
around the corner and screeched, �What?�
What is the meaning of this?!�
Charlie
was hot on her heels and took in the scene with dismay; he was especially
concerned since his boyfriend looked like a deer caught in a Lumos Maxima
and his brother�s face was in the particular shade of red characteristic of the
Weasley temper.�
The new professor let out a sigh of relief when his House�s wands were
confiscated and Priori Encantatem�s
proved all around that his charges had simply used defensive magic.�
Minerva
McGonagall transported the crumpled crew of fifth years out of the hall,
presumably to the infirmary to be sorted out.�
She was grumbling under her breath about �despicable, disgraceful
conduct�, �zero tolerance policy towards extreme violence�, �immediate
expulsion� and �teach the rest a valuable lesson�.� The magic crackling off her (and causing frizzies to pop out of her usual austere bun) had the older
teens fearing for their continued enrollment in the school.
The
Blended House felt a little shaky, yet mostly triumphant and vindicated when
they�d gotten their wands inspected, approved and given back with awards of
House points.
They
felt even more collective pride when the Headmistress� scathing speech to the
staff and student body the next day brought to light the glaring absence of the
older students in question; the youngster�s banishment from continuing their
education among them all was held up as an example of the Fate that awaited
anyone who thought to perpetrate harm in her school.
Noting
the empty spaces on the House benches, one doubted her �no-nonsense� approach
and determination to follow through after that!
~O~
Thanks
to Charlie�s desensitization techniques, Draco was now just another fixture in
their common room.� He was usually so
closed off, controlled and quiet-- but this night he was growing more and more
frustrated.� He�d actually been furiously
whipping and slapping pages in his book back and forth, running tense fingers
through his hair.� So much so that
Hermione went over to inquire and offer assistance.
�I
don�t understand this �electricity and electronics� section!�� He erupted at his bushy-haired classmate.� The blond�s next
expression looked chagrined at his uncouth manners; with a look of apologetic horror,
he softened his tone, �I can�t find any part of how Muggles
harness the lesser moons of planets to their benefit.�� Defeated by his unfruitful search and gauche
outburst, he hung his head in his hands.�
�I�m sorry.�
Hermione
giggled, but it was taken the right way when she smoothed a hand down his
overly-tight shoulder.� �They have manmade �satellites�.�
They are machines that circle the Earth,
not true celestial bodies, and are equipped with technology that makes use of communicative
signals to project television shows and internet to the electronic devices of
televisions and computers around the world.�
They use the speed of light being in waves and particles,� and then launched
into an unfathomable explanation of the 1�s and 0�s of binary code.
The
Pure-bloods in the room all looked flummoxed.�
Malfoy looked appalled that the Heavens had
been intruded upon in that way� though at the same time, astounded, and
reluctantly impressed.
Harry
had to admit, he was too when he overheard the theory of how computers worked
yet could never really comprehend it.� All he knew was what Dudley had been gifted
with, but it wasn�t much in the way of knowing how it performed.� His only experience with that technology was
that there were games on his computer and Gameboy that had gotten his cousin
quite sedentary and addicted (while he himself had been sequestered in isolated
boredom-- or else made to execute various chores while �Big D� got to spend his
summers relaxing and have fun).
(Well, THAT, and the television that beamed in football matches that
seemed to come to the house in an unending stream from all over the world.� He had found those laughable that his cousin
would like; the whale seemed to like the sport of sitting on the couch eating
snacks� and getting larger-- rather than actually move his fat ass.� His relation enjoyed yelling insults at the
screen for the players not performing up to his standards�. that he could never
aspire to in his own life.� THAT made it
laughable).
Ron�s
offhand remark about how it was too wonky to think that Draco
was taking Muggle studies was met with Hermione�s
fussed reprimand that it was �commendable he�s expanding his horizons�.
The
ex-Slytherin muttered, �It was a condition of my
provisional probation, yet I enjoy it for the most part.� I actually know most of the historic events,
since they happened alongside the Wizarding timeline
and often overlapped, but I�m just not thrilled about the parts that don�t seem
to make any sort of sense and don�t provide much in back-story.�
Harry
had to smile when his best girlfriend pointed out, over her boyfriend�s �treading-into-dangerous-waters�
comments that, �God forbid, Ronald, you ever need to know how to use a �felly-tone� properly!�
And yes, there may be a time that you need
to send a letter the Muggle way and figure out the
correct postage!�
(The
Muggle-raised best friends both sniggered at the
memory.� Harry had showed her Mrs. Weasley�s envelope she sent before the World Cup, plus
relayed Ron�s ignorance when he�d called the Dursley�s
and shared a great laugh over it.).�
Ron
just looked gob-smacked, clearly at a loss for words for being called out on
his Pureblooded ignorance of the non-Magic world.
Luna
then commented� saving them all from a tense stand-off-- that she too had
wondered about the googly magic when faced with the Muggle-studies coursework (which she was taking because she
planned to travel when she graduated, studying magical beings, but would need
to be able to fare well in the Muggle World while she
did it).� �The book doesn�t say how electricity factors in� like we are just supposed to
KNOW!� They are ingenious, yes, but I
don�t think you can truly learn this from written scripture.�
Luna
was unfazed by the usual confused blinks she got whenever she spoke; she never
knew that she hit home with pretty much every one in her House (for varying
reasons and education level) and barreled on:
�Why
don�t we go to a library or caf� in Edinburgh that you can connect into it?�� She tapped a page in her book.� �It says here you can.�� She turned to Hermione, �Do you have a
socket?� Should we try to find a
plug?� Maybe this weekend you can show us
and explore THE NET?� You know about COM-puters that can do this webbed-World thing, right?�� She gave a consternated look at her �The Mundane Magic of Muggles� text.� �This paragraph talks about �discs��. Do you
know how that works?� It doesn�t really
explain.�
�Yes,�
Hermione smiled, �What do you say, Draco?�
Would you like to see a Muggle Library?� Want to see what they use in lieu of the �Point-Me� and �Index-Lexicon�
spells?�
Draco
was amazed by the concept� AND invitation (so easily and casually issued)!� He nodded vehemently and felt a gratitude he
hadn�t yet before in his life.� And it
was for a lot more than just the clarification of mandatory Ministry-issued
course material!
The
platinum blond knew he would never have any other better offers and� oddly�
felt the most comfortable with the Pureblood girl that had been held as a
prisoner in his Family�s home but had helped him when he�d been thrown in the
cellar with her and the prisoners/leverage as well.� Obviously there was a convoluted system of
debts in play there�.
And,
also, of course, acceptance by the Muggle-born he had
tormented for years was mind-blowing.�
She had come to be one of his most cherished housemates for her love of
learning, compassion, sympathy and inspiring intellect; her big and open heart
was appealing to him-- and he respected that.
A
field trip to learn firsthand about �electronics and electricity� with such
exceptional guides sounded wonderful!
Ron
quickly included himself along for the excursion.� The redhead stubbornly cited that he wanted
to see this technology in action, which he probably DID (although Harry and
Hermione both suspected his interest included a hefty helping of insisting on
being there in a �chaperone� capacity, not letting the girls go to a strange,
big city alone with Malfoy).
They
all made plans to get permission to leave the campus from the Headmistress and
set a date as soon as they could.�
Everyone else was invited along, of course, but bowed out having other
things to do.� Harry was determined to
use that time to go talk to Narcissa Malfoy on a little research project he was working on.
~O~
Several
nights later, Charlie took in the lackadaisical approach that his little
brother had taken� yet again-- flopping carelessly across one of the couches
doing nothing by the fire while everyone else was studying.� He himself was completing his classes�
grading.� It seemed that everyone always
had plenty to accomplish in the evenings, but Ron frequently appeared to have
endless free time and piddled his nights away in unproductive ways.
As
a big brother and fledgling �Head of House�, he brought it up with his younger
brother in the typical, blunt Weasleyan fashion:
Charlie�s
genuine concern was met with rolled, dismissive, eyes and annoyed him to no end.
The
initial disrespectful grousing got the elder sibling to the point that he
angled his butt-cheeks over the top of the sofa and forced a fart into his baby
brother�s hair resting there.� As little
�Ickle Ronnikins� wailed
and flailed under the assault� protesting wildly and batting at his ruffled
locks� Charlie jumped over and wrestled the taller, lankier boy into submission
into the sofa cushions.
�Concede!�
He roared, grinning madly from in between the furriness of his goatee and
amused at the feeble protest.� Dominating
the body trying to defend itself beneath him, pinning
the thin denim-clad thighs under his meatier ones, he laughed and roared at the
same time.� �Cry mercy!�
(Hermione and Harry had long ago learned to disregard these sibling
shenanigans that they had been so alarmed by in the beginning.� The brilliant witch learned to tune them out
completely since their first year and got over being shocked at the way the
twins tormented Ron.
Harry had too, except, presently, he was more than a little
appreciative at his boyfriends� bunching muscles that held down a full grown man
with ease due to his wrestling skill� and had some other, better ideas about
what uses that beautiful asshole could be put to rather than breaking wind on
someone!)
When
they got their panting under control, the elder Weasley
pointed out Hermione, Luna and Draco getting into a heated debate over their
study material and referencing their points with notes, oblivious to the
raunchy, raucous altercation happening in the sitting area:
�You
should care more about your NEWTS!��
Charlie seethed, quietly but no less deadly (and it
wasn�t only from the lethal garlic-breath from that night�s pasta that had his
baby brother going limp under him).
Ron
wrinkled his nose and squinted his eyes.� He responded with, �I don�t need tests.� I figure I�ll just work at the WWW shop.�� Ron put him off with more cheesy platitudes
until his big brother floored him with: �How long do you think you will hold
her interest?� She�s got a brain on her
and needs stimulation that way as well.�
Ron
gulped.� Charlie hit a nerve there.� And it was only made worse by him continuing
to throw his short-comings in his face.
�Do
you want to be a stock-boy the rest of your life?� The most you can ever be is a simple
cashier?� How long will it be until you
find you have nothing to talk about?�� He
gestured with his chin at his little brother�s girlfriend at the table under
the window, thoroughly immersed� and obviously energetically animated-- in an
intellectual discussion.� �If you apply
yourself when you�ve got the time and resources, you could make a living at inventing new products!�
Just like Fred!�
Ron�s
face went pale at the mention, but was quick on the uptake.�
Charlie
continued, �You have the perfect �library� at your disposal for any ideas you
want to bounce around right at your fingertips�. For now.�� He followed a VERY pointed look at his lovely
girlfriend� such a beautiful witch, who was well known to be in possession of
many, MANY bits of useful knowledge�.
�Any
cockamamie idea you come up with SHE can point you in the direction of the
right charms and jinxes and theory to make the execution of that product come
true!!� Don�t waste this!�
Ron
took a good look and realized.� REALLY
realized�.
He
knew Hermione needed cognitive exercise as well as the romantic stuff to be
truly fulfilled and satisfied� but never really knew how to incorporate the two
together.� Even HE could tell that she was
disinterested by endless descriptions about Quidditch
or chess matches, the stats and numbers of which were the only high-minded
areas he was any kind of �walking-encyclopedia� about.� (Losing her due to conversational boredom was
actually a nervous, scared feeling he tried to push away from his conscious
thought most of the time�.)
Yet
yes�. It was true. �Being at the mercy of the twins his whole life
had given him quite the education on new and
inventive ways to prank someone!
HE
could have the ideas, and if HE didn�t know how, SHE could help with bringing
them to fruition!
As
long as he kept her happy by his side-- making her laugh when she needed a
break in her seriousness, a massage when she got tense, bringing her food when
she was so wrapped up in her studies she forgot to eat�. and he liked to believe
that the fiery witch appreciated an unconditionally loving verbal sparring
partner from time to time when she needed to blow off frustrated steam.� (Their sex life had always been passionate
and amazing, so he wasn�t worried about the physical intimacy aspect of their relationship.)� It was all those little gestures of affection
that he excelled at-- and was SO much better at
than book-learning� but the fact remained that she needed intellectual
excitement as well.
His
girlfriend LOVED having those type of little research-brain-teaser puzzles to
solve!� They could bounce around ideas
and have a true back-and-forth on a more level playing field.� This could work!
Charlie
growled the longer his subdued sibling thought things through and was more
introspective than he�d ever seen in his life.�
�She actually LOVES you for some reason!� the burly redhead
whispered.� �Don�t blow this!� Be a good partner that she enjoys coming to�. For more reasons than one!� You need to appeal to her brain as well.�
Ron
frowned.� And then
smiled.
He
threw his brother off with a new sense of determination.
He
cracked open his textbook on Transfiguration and then Advanced Charms.� He pulled a piece of parchment towards him,
snickering softly to himself, �That would be pretty funny�..� as he scratched
vertical lines down the page and started putting notes in various places in
each of the columns.
Charlie
just smiled, smirking at all his new Hogwart�s
family.� Shit, it sounded sappy, but he
was PROUD!
(He spared another glance up to the photo portrait that hung above the
fireplace.� They were all so new as a group when it was taken, and Draco had been
stiff and somber on one end of the gathering� but Luna had embraced him with
one arm and whispered something in his ear that made a genuine smile steal over
his rigid countenance.� He always DID
mean to ask one of them what she said to cause the first show of contentment
that any of them had ever seen, now that that expression that was now much more
commonplace and they were all close enough to talk about personal things.)
He
plunked back down in his chair, a little �whoosh� of breath escaping him at the
impact and feeling a swell of the sense of accomplishment.�
He, a Head-of-House!
It
still felt a little strange for being the voice of authority given his past,
yet it felt right; the once notoriously adventurous �wild-child� had become
domesticated.� This hopeless playboy that
never became attached too deeply to anyone had settled
easily into a devoted life with a monogamous partner and become an
unconventional, yet loving leader of an eclectic, adoptive brood.
He
found himself extremely happy.� He
chuckled to himself� he wouldn�t change a thing.� The professor went back to grading the
assignments of his young students when he felt a presence come and heat up his
personal space:
�Harry,�
he murmured, still concentrating on the pages in front of him, knowing that is
couldn�t be anyone else but his lovely young boyfriend hovering so closely
(plus, that yummy smell invading his senses was a dead giveaway).
His
beautiful beau made their contact look innocent, but he was swayed by having
humid breath tickle his neck.� Harry was
leaning over him, acting like he was checking out what he was working on.� Then, he felt warm giggles in his ear.� �Is that supposed to be a�. a Bowtruckle?�
Charlie
had to smile.� It WAS.� But the student in question was not a good artist.�
They couldn�t help their poor attempt at the diagram.� In this case it was the effort that
counted.� He tried to laugh along,
attempting to dismiss the desire growing in his groin by having his lover
leaning into him, pressing clothed muscle on clothed muscle.
�I
know they are supposed to look like twigs, but that is a stick-figure!� Harry
said through his soft-toned mirth.
�Shut
it, Harry�� the Head-of-House warned in a hushed, but feral tone, starting to
feel that certain arousal he always got at close proximity to his lover; the
moist exhalations on his skin were not helping the problem solidifying in his
pants.
The
brunet leaned over his shoulder more, affecting getting a closer look at the
assignments, ruffling the parchments as a decoy but slid a hand down the
redhead�s square palm that was resting on his lap under the table.� Harry boldly rubbed his middle finger up and
down the center of the sweaty flesh in the �secret gay handshake� he�d been
introduced to.� He gleefully noted that
the other one holding the quill tightened, threatening to snap the tip.
�Not
now, Sweetness,� Charlie hissed, �Work first, play later!�� Then, louder, he proclaimed so that the rest
of the room could hear (if they cared to) (nobody did):� �I need to finish my marking!�
Harry
just smirked at Charlie�s hitched breath and the moisture breaking on his brow.
�I�m
going to my room,� the randy brunet whispered in his most sultry tone, then
�accidently� brushed the bulge pressing against his fly across a tattooed bicep
as he left.� He didn�t look back as he
made his way down the hall to his bedroom.�
He didn�t have to in order to know that Charlie was reduced to antsy
agitation, running his fingers through his hair and huffing out a
hot-and-bothered sigh.
Ten
minutes passed as the redhead made a valiant attempt at completing his work
(though getting nowhere, knowing that Harry was just yards away, behind a
closed door and horny for him).� He made
a silent getaway, gaining no attention when he made his way down the corridor
to the last door student dorms.
When
Charlie opened the door, it was to the most delicious, debauched tableau; Harry
lay splayed on the bed, leisurely stroking his cock.� But what had him gasp (and choke a little on
his own spit) was the sight of the shiny, sliver bulb of the brunet�s favourite butt-plug nestled between his cheeks.
He
cursed softly as he swiftly shut the door behind him and warded it with a shaky
wand.� �How long?� he questioned, afraid
that his voice came out just as jittery as his privacy-casting.
�Since
lunch and I �came up here to get my Transfiguration book�,� Harry smirked,
knowing his plan was half-way to working.�
He lifted his hips as he gave an exaggerated tug to his tumescence and
could tell the involuntary clench his sphincter gave around the sex-toy was
weakening the redhead�s resolve.� �I can�t
concentrate on homework when I want it so bad!�
I can�t wait!�
(The wanton brunet decided to push it one further.)
Harry
whined as he toyed with the leaking slit, roughly twisting a bit around the
flared ridge of the head and tugged on one of his left nipple.� �Pleeeease, I need you�.�
�Harry,�
Charlie growled in warning, his knees quivering, the only thing holding up his
body was the door.� �We finish our work,
and then have time for play�.�� (Even to his own ears, his tone was more weak
than commanding.)
Those
vibrant green eyes closed as his shaggy head was thrown back against the
pillow, raven strands being pulled loose from his ponytail and into disarray
over the linens; a heart-felt groan escaped those pink lips as his face turned
to the side, contorted in sweet agony.�
His hand sped up and pumped furiously.�
�I have to�. Myself, then�. Now�.�
Charlie
braced himself, stolidly trying to stand up to his own convictions of a
work-ethic, but how could he resist the begging and beautiful sight of
boyfriend?� And how
could he possibly ignore the fact that Harry had been teasing himself in
exquisite torture with his favourite ass-toy for
going on seven hours now?� He had only
himself to blame� HE taught him this!
�Bloody
fuck, Harry!� he exclaimed, launching himself and taking a flying leap onto the
mattress they shared.� He batted his
hands away and sucked him down to the base.
He
was a little chuffed at how wound up Harry had made himself all day that it
took little to no work on his part to finish him off; a couple of slick slides
of suction, squithering with his tongue on the
underside of the tip and a quick yank and push of the external bead of the
prostate-pleasing accoutrement when the brunet�s balls had drawn up� and Harry
was undone, squirting down his throat.
Charlie
gulped his essence greedily.� Once Harry
recovered somewhat, he flopped a hand around towards his lover.� �What about you?�
The
breathless dragon-handler smirked.� �I
have better control than you. �I can wait until later.��
His lover chuckled and continued reaching clumsily-- but didn�t raise
too much of a protest at not having to expend the effort or energy he didn�t
have just then in order to reciprocate.
�I�ll
make it up to you later, I promise,� Harry smiled lazily.� Charlie was yet again reminded, looking into
those glassy green eyes, that he could deny that man nothing!
The
older wizard pressed a kiss to his sweaty, scarred brow, and then rubbed a rough
hand down his spit-soaked goatee. ��OH crap!� he exclaimed in dismay. ��I just positively reinforced you
to nag until I give in, didn�t I?�
�Yup,�
was the simple, sated reply, mumbled happily by his side.
The
redhead swore in self-recrimination, �Shit.� �
�You
love it�.�
Charlie
gave a resigned sigh.� �I do.�� He grinned with affection as the brunet faded
away and left his sweetheart to nap it off for a bit while the Care teacher
finished his marking for the night.
That
didn�t stop him from imagining the ways he�d wake his lover up and make good on
his promise.� And pay him
back royally for crumbling his professional fa�ade and personal resolve!
He
vowed to make him suffer for making him to be witness and have to withstand the
most agonizingly pleasurable things.� He
would tease and play with that silver butt-plug that was still lodged in his
impish lover�s ass, even as he snoozed�. He would change it up and turn things
around and make the next move a total mystery.
Would
he push and rotate it mercilessly� or would he yank it out and then shove it
back in some erotic rhythm?� Would a sudden
tug have it be replaced by a dildo from the toy-case to pound him with?� A vibrator to press into
his prostate until he was screaming?
Perhaps
he�d slap on a cock-ring when it became clear that the young buck was overly
needy and had to be reduced a peg or two?�
To remind him that WHILE AT SCHOOL things were not as casual at on the
Reserve?
(Of
course, ending the �suffering� would be brutally done with his
own cock-- that went without saying�and Harry
would be HAPPY about it�.)
No
matter, he smiled, practically stroking his beard in an �evil-genius� fashion
as he quietly shut the door and made his way back down the hall.� He would drive Harry wild!
�(Once they could have plenty of time in
private.)� That incubus would be begging
against an onslaught of sweet agony in a couple hours� time, no question!
Just
as soon as he finished grading these infernal homework papers turned in from
the younger years that is�.
~O~
A/N:� Ok, once again the ideas and outline got WAY too
long and overwhelming, so had to cut it there for my own sanity (what little
there is left).� Most of the rest of it
is done, so that�s good news.� Again,
sorry for the long wait!� I hope getting
back in with smaller steps will help the process of resurrecting my battered
muse�. And of course, I felt it appropriate to honor Harry�s birthday (as the
seventh month dies ;) with an update.
Thanks
for hanging in with me!� Seeing the
reads, rates and reviews still climb gives me more solace than you can ever
know.
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