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Be Careful in the Dark	By : SilentCall Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 40145 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: I try not change POV too often because it often clutters up a story. I just had to write this one, though. Rastilan and Pansy, err, Rachel just wouldn't let me alone.

Rastilan realized he was holding his beer halfway to his mouth; he set the glass down with a thunk, frowning when some spilled on his hand. He grabbed a napkin and wiped off his fingers, never taking his eyes off of the wildly gesticulating, increasingly intoxicated Rachel Anderson.

She paused, downed half of a pint of beer, and then continued on her rant. Currently, she was focused on the questionable genetic background of the entire Finn clan. “Did you know,” she held one finger up and looked at him from the corner of her eye, “that his mother’s great grandmother had an affair with a werewolf! A werewolf! God only knows what kinds of wild animal blood there is flowing in the veins of that backwoods lot of barely educated toe sucking diricawls!”

Rastilan blinked a couple of times and then took a sip of his beer. He looked at the clock behind the bar and suppressed a whistle. Rachel had been going on about the Frothy and his entire family for nearly forty-five minutes. So far, she’d managed to question their looks, their style, their manners, and, now, their status as purebloods. Rastilan had learned more about his friend than he had ever wanted to know and Rachel showed no signs of stopping. He wondered idly what she’d come up with next.

As Rachel waved her hands around, Rastilan looked her over. She made his nose itch. And no wonder, given who Rachel hung around with. Hermione-freaking-Granger was a big pile of trouble and Rachel Anderson was no doubt the same. He realized he was checking her out. Rasti bit the inside of his cheek and looked away. Why did he keep checking her out? She was an attractive woman but she was hardly his type. As much as he hated it, he knew he had a thing for ice queens and Rachel was hardly that.

And yet, whoo, did she have a mouth on her. She’d cooed at Frothy quick and sweet enough to give Rasti sugar shock. Not with him, though. No, she’d shown her true colors when Frothy was busy with Granger and it was just him and Rachel. Then Rachel opened her mouth and showed she was salty enough to rust iron and had a backbone to match. It was hard not to like her.

Rastilan really didn’t want to like her.

“Are you even listening to me?!” Rachel asked, waving her hand in front of his face.

“I’m listening Rachel. I believe you just called the Finn clan a bunch of jumped up clerks with delusions of grandeur.” Rasti twisted his mouth in a half smile. “What I’m not clear on is why any of this matters to you. Hell, you sound like a stuck up pureblood yourself.”

And just like that, Rachel deflated. Rastilan felt like he’d just kicked a puppy.

“How’s your beer?” Rastilan asked, unwilling to give into the feeling that he should apologize.

“It’s disgusting.” Rachel sneered into the cup. “I want another one.”

Rastilan laughed and signaled the bartender to bring them two more beers. He wondered again why he’d thought bringing her to a muggle bar was a good plan. It was just, he’d run into her as she’d been walking out of the café and it was clear as day Frothy had just broken up with her. Frothy’s willingness to go along with the ridiculous things his family was Rasti’s least favorite character trait of his partner. And so, even though he knew it was a bad idea, he’d blown Frothy off and gone to get drunk with Rachel.

“You’re right, you know.” Pansy said, after the bartender had set down their beers.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” Rastilan lifted his eyebrows at her.

“Don’t be an ass! I know I’m a hypocrite, being angry with Frothy for being exactly what he was trained to be. What I was trained to be.” Rachel flushed an angry red and stared at her beer.

“Didn't know the Americans were into that sort of thing.” Rastilan said carefully.

Rachel snorted and rolled her eyes. “Please. The pursuit of power is universal.”

“So why’d you leave then, if power’s so important.” Rastilan asked. Her accent was American, but her inflections and word choices weren’t right. If Rachel was American, Rastilan would swallow his wand.

Rachel flickered at glance at him and then took a sip of her beer. Rastilan let the silence play out, figuring she’d crack before he did.

Finally, she said, “I wasn’t willing to pay the price.”

“And what price was that, Ms. Anderson?” Rastilan asked.

Rachel’s knuckles gripped her beer so hard, her knuckles turned white. She also wouldn’t look him in the eye. Instead, she flicked a quick glance at him and hunched her shoulders. Rasti’s heart dropped into his stomach; he wondered what particular horror would make a woman like Rachel flinch.

Her lower lip trembling slightly, Rachel managed to squeeze out, “Frothy’s a fucker.”

Rastilan grinned and raised his glass. “That he is.”

Rachel sniffed loudly and then clinked her glass to his.

Rastilan smirked and decided it was high time he started a fight. “How about Appleby Arrows! Didn’t they have an amazing win last week?”

Rachel spluttered beer all over the counter before saying, “you would be an Arrow fan! Those guys couldn’t find a quaffle if it hit them in the head!”

Two hours and several beers later, Rachel tumbled into him as she returned from the loo. Rastilan tried to ignore how warm she felt in his hands. “Okay, princess, it’s time to go home.”

Rachel stuck her tongue out at him and Rastilan grinned, “Rachel, you’re sauced.”

“Get serious, Ro-land.” Rachel replied, drawing his name out in a way that made him grit his teeth. “I could drink you under the table. You’re only winning because you’re feeding me muggle poison.” Rachel reached over and finished off her beer. She didn’t pull away from him, though, and Rastilan felt the back of his neck flush.

“Let me take you home, Rachel.” Rastilan said and then flinched. He’d meant to sound practical, serious. Instead, he’d managed to sound like he wanted to shag her… which, of course, he did. He cursed himself silently.

Rachel lifted her eyebrows and pursed her lips. Rastilan forced himself to meet her eyes.

“Fine. Let’s pay for the beers and go.” Rachel finally said.

“Already paid for. My lady…” Rastilan held his arm out. He could not believe some of the shit coming out of his mouth. Was he out of his mind?

Rachel smirked and took his arm. They walked out into the street, waiting until they were far from the bar before they stopped.

“I’ll have to apparate.” Rachel said. “I’ve got wards that won’t let anyone in unless I’m the one doing the apparating.”

Rastilan nodded. “I mean, do you even need me to come?” If she was sober enough to apparate…

“Yes! I mean, yes.” Rachel said, stepping close to him, until their bodies were almost touching. “Come with me.”

Rastilan’s mouth went dry and he nodded. You idiot! What are you doing!?

Rachel apparated, pulling him along with her. Rastilan felt her wards sizzle over his personal shields. In fact, they continued to bite at him even after they’d successfully apparated into a dark living room.

“Sorry, Rasti, give me a minute.” Rachel pulled out her wand and muttered a few words at him. The wards’ bite eased. Rastilan realized she was still pressed against him and he couldn’t think of anything to say.

“You could kiss me, you know.” Rachel said softly, turning her body to press more of her body against him.

“I could?” Heat flashed through Rasti and he was startled by how much he wanted Rachel. Dangerous, unpredictable, lying-through-her-teeth Rachel. “I didn’t think you’d… I mean… with me.”

Rachel made a tsking sound at him. “Well, I’m not going to want to for much longer if you keep talking!”

“That a fact, Ms. Anderson?” Rasti growled at her and Rachel laughed, low and breathy. He slide one hand into her hair and did something he’d wanted to do from the moment she’d stood defensively over Granger and called him a creep; he tugged roughly at her hair, turning her face upwards so he could bend down to kiss her. Her lips were soft and she smelled like cinnamon.

Rachel pressed her body against his, her hands going around his waist. One hand slid downwards until her fingers were dug into his ass cheek.

He broke their kiss so that he could work his mouth up the side of her neck. Rachel made a breathy sound as he bit her neck, pressing down hard enough to leave a mark. Her hand slid up his back and then she raked her fingernails down his back. He hissed in surprise, arousal sparking through him.

“I should have known you’d like it rough.” Rastilan said quietly into her ear. She shuddered against him and he smirked into her neck.

“You’re still talking, Ro-land.” Rachel growled, her hands roamed up his chest, pausing to pinch at his skin. She pulled his shirt up impatiently, tugging until he managed to strip it off. Rachel trailed kisses across his chest and then lower. He sucked his breath in sharply as she nipped at the skin just above his pants.

She nip again, this time harder, and her fingers dug into his hips. Rastilan held himself still, felt the muscles in his back tremble in effort. She moved back up, her mouth touching off sparks on his skin. As soon as she pressed her mouth to his, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight. Rachel squeaked in surprise and Rastilan growled before he could stop himself. He tasted her mouth, tasted the skin of her neck, and the soft skin of her breasts.

In the back of his head, a small voice shouted this was a terrible plan. He crushed it ruthlessly. She was an adult. So was he. And now they were going to shag like weasels.

“Take off your shirt.” He didn’t wait for her to comply, but began tugging at the hem.

“Be careful.” Rachel replied, batting his hands away.

He grabbed her hands and pushed them behind her. Then, holding her wrists with one hand, he used his other tear her shirt down the front.

Rachel sucked her breath in and Rastilan didn’t wait for her to yell at him. Instead, he bent over and closed his teeth on her nipple through the silk of her undergarment. Rachel let out a sharp, guttural moan bucked up against him. It was his turn to groan as she rubbed her body against his.

Her other nipple beckoned and Rastilan nibbled at her breast. Rachel jerked against him.

He let go of her hands. “I want to touch you.” This time, she tugged her top off quickly and, at last, he could touch her fully. Rastilan laved his tongue over her breasts, enjoying the weight of them in hands. He wedged one leg between hers and she writhed up against him. In the low light of the room, she looked wild and disheveled. Beautiful.

Enough. He stepped back and put his hand around her wrist, tugging her towards what he hoped was the bedroom. Rastilan pulled open a door and growled when he saw the loo.

Rachel giggled. “You want to keep opening doors or should I show you where to go?”

Rastilan glared at her and then pulled her close, rolling one nipple between his fingers. “I don’t know, Ms. Anderson. You me to open doors until I get it right or do you want me to shag you senseless as soon as possible.”

Rachel inhaled raggedly, but still managed to glare at him. This time, she grabbed his wrist and tugged him into the bedroom. Rastilan wasted no time in divesting them both of their pants.

He dipped his fingers between her legs and groaned. He stroked her sex, long and slow, whispering, “Rachel, you’re so wet. Are you wet for me?” He bent so he could suck the crook of her neck.

She didn’t say anything, just panted as he touched her.

“I asked you a question, Rachel.” Rastilan said as he slid one finger inside her. She moaned and pressed her hips forward.

“Y…yes.” Rachel said, licking her lips.

“Yes what?” Rastilan whispered into her ear. He bent, his back protesting, to take one nipple in his mouth.

“I… I’m…” Rachel gasped and moved her hips against his hand faster. “I’m wet… for you.”

Rastilan growled, dipped to take her mouth with his. He added a second finger, making sure his palm was touching her clit. Breaking the kiss, he asked, gasping, “do you want to cum on my cock?”

Rachel opened her mouth and then closed it. Finally, after an agonizing second, she nodded her head vigorously.

“Thank the gods.” Rastilan muttered and Rachel laughed, loud and lovely. He pressed her back until she tumbled back on the bed. She giggled as he kissed his way up her body.

Rastilan pressed inside her and she was so hot and wet that, at first, he didn't recognize the sparks of magic that fluttered up and around them. When he did, he froze, panic clawing up from his gut. Merlin’s balls, she was virgin. Miranda’s face flashed into his mind, her soft voice telling him she’d saved herself for someone special. Miranda telling him what he had wanted to hear for so long, it hurt: that he was worth more to her than her family’s demand that she marry another pureblood.

“What’s wrong?” Rachel asked. “Why did you stop?”

“You're a virgin.” Rastilan said, barely able to squeeze the words out around the fear. Miranda’s laugh as she cut his face echoed in his mind.

“So what!” Pansy poked him sharply in the ribs. “What’s it to you, anyway?”

“You should have told me.” Rastilan said. He started to pull away and then stopped.

“If you stop, I swear, I’ll scorch off every hair on your body!” Rachel snarled at him.

He wasn’t going to stop. She felt too good to stop, but he could do something for her, something that would make him feel less guilty later. He stayed inside her and summoned his wand. Once he had it, he muttered a spell he thought he was never use again. In one corner of the room, a small glowing ball appeared and the small sparks of magic zoomed towards it.

“What the hell are you doing?” Rachel demanded, wiggling underneath him.

“I’ll explain later.” Rastilan replied, biting back a groan.

He rolled his hips against her, slower now that he knew she was new to the whole thing. Rachel’s skin flushed and Rastilan bent over to nip at her neck. She made a keening sound that sent a flash of heat straight to his dick.

Once she seemed to be over her initial surprise, Rastilan balanced on one hand and slid the other down to Rachel’s hip. He pulled, guiding her into lifting her hips in rhythm with his own thrusts. She caught on quickly, pressing her body up against his. He looked down, enjoying watching their bodies meet. He felt tension gathering in his groin and didn’t want this to be over too soon.

He started to pull his body away and stopped when he felt Rachael’s wand against his throat. Rastilan’s hands twitched as he restrained his auror-trained reaction.

“I wasn’t kidding Roland. You can’t just get me all… you know… and then take off.” Rachel glared at him.

Roland smirked at her. “Don’t worry Rachel, I’m in for a pound.” He moved quickly, snatching her wand away. He tossed it over his shoulder and pulled himself out of her in one motion. “Didn't anyone tell you not to point wands at aurors?” Roland rolled over on his back and motioned down his body. “Want to try out a new position?”

“Oh.” Rachel blushed a bright red and Roland couldn’t help but laugh. She looked flushed, rosy and entirely too lovely.

She settled herself on top of him and Roland used one hand to guide himself inside her. Rachel’s eyes widened and Roland didn’t move, waiting for her to adjust to the new sensations.

“What do I do?” She asked, looked down at him.

“Whatever you want.” Roland replied and Pansy gave him a slow, decidedly evil smile.

Roland clenched his teeth as she wriggled and twisted, trying new angles. He cupped her breasts, rolling her taut nipples between her fingertips. Rachel panted, throwing her head back, as she rolled her hips again and again.

Reaching up, Roland tugged her down towards him so that he could kiss her. As they kissed, he lifted his hips and then broke the kiss long enough to whisper, “do what you were just doing.”

Rachel rolled her hips and Rastilan couldn’t stop the sound that escaped him. Merlin, she felt good. Rachel lifted and dropped her pelvis until she gave a strangled cry and her wet heat fluttered around his dick. Roland thrust up, letting himself pound into her until his orgasm rocked through him.

As soon as Rastilan had caught his breath, he got out of the bed, dislodging Rachel as he went. She squeaked indignantly.

“What are you doing?” Rachel demanded, sitting up. She pulled the sheet over her and Rasti gritted his teeth against the alluring vision she made.

“I’m getting dressed.” He hunted around for his underwear. “That is for you.” He pointed at the glowing ball in the corner. “It’s the magic you so thoughtlessly squandered shagging me.”

“How the hell do you know a spell like that! And what the hell am I going to do with it!” She rolled to her knees and dropped the sheet.

Rastilan dropped his eyes and found his underwear. “Use it for a spell or sell it. I don’t care.”

“Sell it?! Who would sell such a thing?” Rachel asked, shaking her head.

“Me. I would sell such a thing. Which is how I know the damn spell. We could collected more if we’d done some preparatory spells, but, you know, I was working on the fly because someone didn’t tell me what was going on.” Rastilan barked the words at Rachel as he tugged his pants on in short jerky movements.

Rachel’s mouth dropped open. “You sold…” She couldn't even finish the sentence.

“You’re horrified, aren’t you? Fucking purebloods. You must think I’m an idiot! You’ve got wards strong enough to zap an auror, your American accent is atrocious, and you hang out with Granger. I know you’re not what you seem to be. And I know full fucking well what virginity means to fucking purebloods! Your parents must have been real social climbers.” Rastilan yanked his shirt over his head. The anger was like a huge cold ball in his chest. He almost couldn’t breath enough to get the words out.

Rachel’s face blanched white and she grabbed the sheet and pulled it up around her body. “What are you talking about?” Her voice sounded weak and shy and like she was a big, fat liar.

“You’re a terrible liar, Rachel. And if you think I’m going to believe that virgins just fall out of trees and onto my dick, you’re out of your mind! I’m not falling for this trick again!” Rastilan knew he was yelling. He just couldn't stop himself. The anger felt good and strong, but he knew underneath it was cold pit of despair and he wasn’t going to fall in. Not again.

“Again!? What do you mean, again!? I can’t bloody trick you with my virginity twice, you git!” Rachel shouted back.

Rastilan snarled and turned to leave. “I want no part of this little game. No part!” He dodged the pile of books she launched at him, though her parting words were harder to avoid.

“You’re a fucker, Roland Rastilan!”
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